#it’s already my discord status lol

[spineless-lobster]

“It’s business, patroclus”

🏆New Vocal Stim Unlocked!🏆

[dbphantom]

Was not kidding about having that exact screenshot to reference the room saved to my phone btw. With regards to the emoji I don't remember why I reacted to it with that tbh but it stays because it probably had a purpose at some point that I'll remember in the future

I have mental illinois

[myownwholewildworld]

masterlist

find me in ao3 | discord: arran.macleod

well, hello there! c:

i go by the name of arran in the world wide web, she/her, based in the uk and in my 30s era. i have been writing on and off for almost 20 years now on different platforms, but this is really the first time i venture into the fanfic realm in tumblr, so please be nice! >: probably you can tell, but my first language is not english but spanish, so if you spot any spelling mistakes, i apologise in advance lol

i've been obsessed with pedrito for quite a while now, so i thought ― i love writing, i love pedro, and, above everything else, i love love love drama, so why not give in and write some fics? i'm sure i'll find some like-minded people here!

i do appreciate any feedback you may want to share with me, as well as interactions (asks, reblogs, comments, likes, anything really!). also please feel free to drop me a message if there's something you would like me to write, i'm always open to suggestions ♡

please assume all my work is 18+, so mdni! do not repost, translate, nor use my work in any way without my explicit permission either.

i'll try to keep this masterlist as up to date as possible.

love,

arran xx

(find my work under the cut!)

🤭 ― fluff

😳 ― light smut

💘 ― explicit smut

💢 ― dark/sensitive theme

🤕 ― angst

🩸 ― graphic content (violence, gore, etc)

wherever you go

series masterlist - 🤭💘💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. summary: after the events of 26th september 2003, you find yourself under the wing of the miller brothers. it's the older one who catches your attention, but also the one who drives you fucking crazy. you inevitably find yourself gravitating towards him while trying to navigate this postapocalyptic word you're stuck in, with more than one unpleasant surprise...

uniformed!joel one shots

series masterlist - 💘💢 status: ongoing. pairing: uniformed!joel x f!reader. summary: a series of one shots where we get to see the one and only joel miller and all his sides... as long as he's wearing a uniform, ofc. i'm open to any requests you may have, no matter how wild! check #uniformed!joel to see what's already been suggested. come along, don't be shy!

a dark summon

read here - 💘💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: Boston QZ!joel x f!reader. summary: Joel is a man with dark urges, ones that only you can satisfy.

darkest desires

read here - 💘💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: Boston QZ!joel x f!reader. summary: you promised Joel something he's been thirsting after for a while ― your ass. so you decide to make good on said promise.

acta, non verba

series masterlist - 🤭😳💘💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: conqueror!marcus x ofc!reader. summary: scotland, 83 AD after the battle of mons graupius. the romans have come up to the boundaries of their empire with a relentless desire to conquer the savages that inhabit the highlands. they won't rest until the Caledonian tribes are subjugated. Marcus Acacius is in charge of your clansmen's fate, but if such fate is similar to your family's, you know you need to do something about it. as the only living daughter of the tribe chief, your people look to you for leadership. power plays, treason, deception, rebellion, war, love, heartbreak, betrayal. and two souls, destined to despise each other, trying to navigate it all.

per aspera ad astra

series masterlist - 💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: when your husband dies in battle, his best friend is there to console you, to help you navigate your grief as he does his own. as you become close, feelings flourish. but your father, emperor Traianus, sees Marcus' romantic advances as a way to dethrone him.

the way to a great wide somewhere

read here ; easter eggs - 🤭💘🤕🩸 status: completed. pairing: beast!din djarin x f!reader. summary: cursed to spend the rest of his days in Mand'alor, Din Djarin faces a threat that may break his peace: you. -or- a retelling of the beauty and the beast story.

when the moon howls

read here - 🤭 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: you meet javier in a café during your sabbatical. you see the man that no one does ― the one who is broken, defeated, crushed by his time as a DEA agent. so you make it your purpose to shine some light on his life, one pumpkin spice latte at a time. -or- the story of how you two fall head over heels for each other c:

when the grief howls

read here - 🤭💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. same couple as "when the moon howls". can be read as a oneshot. summary: javi and you go back to yours after your idyllic pumpkin patch date and he stays over. you comfort him when his demons catch up with him.

pretty nails

read here - 💘 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: javi pays for your manicure 😏

[calcahro]

[WUTHERING WAVES LORE GUIDE]

Explaining Resonators Part 1 - Overview

This is my first time using Tumblr, please bare with my posting habits lol. I decided to make one of my Twitter threads into a format suitable for Tumblr, Instagram and Tiktok.

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THIS WILL BE VERY LONG. This is a rework of my Twitter thread explanations from a few months ago, pages I created for Fandom Wikia (I'm bureaucrat as of April 21 thanks to the inactive owners yippee), and a somewhat recent post I made for the r/wutheringwaves and r/wuwa_lore (please join it and the WuWa lore Discord linked to it!) If this reaches non mutuals: I am a long time Kuro Game fan! PGR since launch and WuWa since it was initially leaked and unannounced in 2022. I am a part of two lore teams for the game and make guides for it in my free time, mostly on Twitter @ mortefii. For those that already know me I'm putting it here too just to store it so smd.

The Lament changed the laws of Solaris-3, and unique frequencies are now attached to various things. The Lament's power causes destructive anomalies, such as the Tacet Fields, Tacet Discord Outbreaks, and the mysterious matter named Tacetite. These are collectively known as the Waveworn Phenomenon. The Waveworn Phenomena is believed to have altered matter, information, and energy by converting them into vibrating frequencies.

Individuals with the ability to resonate with things in existence and manipulate their frequencies are known as Resonators. These individuals exhibit a Resonance Ability through a symbol, known as the Tacet Mark, on their bodies.

They have unique Resonance Spectrum Patterns that determine their abilities and relates to their Attributes.They are classified by their Rabelle's Curve into one of the following: Natural, Mutant, Congenital, or *Artificial.

According to experts on Solaris-3, a Resonator's abilities are often influenced by their past experiences and subconscious mind.

Every Resonator has a Forte Examination Report that evaluates their status as a Resonator. It consists of two parts: a Resonance Evaluation Report, and an Overclock Diagnostic Report. 

They WERE available on Kuro's website as Profile Reveals and Inspection Reports used to promote/introduce a character, but they can all be viewed in-game after obtaining the character if you did not archive them.

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Click to go to Part 2

[wundrousarts]

I also love theorizing about this stuff and there's lots of great thoughts here!

I love the idea that seems to have been presented by Elder Quinn and others that Wundersmiths started to get held up and almost deified by Wunsoc, the public, and themselves.

Based on the Ghostly Hours we've seen and the Wundrous Acts Spectrum monuments (is there a better way to refer to that stuff overall?), it almost feels like there are/were two parts to being a Wundersmith. Any time we see Wundersmiths at Wunsoc, they're having fun, messing around, experimenting with what they can do, having theoretical discussions, etc. They're free to do whatever they want and they're having a great time doing it. When we see Wundersmiths outside of Wunsoc, it's so far really just been what they've been commissioned to do, I think? And with these commissions we can see that maybe the Wundersmiths weren't always thrilled to carry out what they were asked.

For example: Odbuoy Jemmity switching up when making the park in Gresham so that it only let kids enter, for free, when his sponsor wanted to charge a ton for folks to enter after displacing them. I'd be interested to learn whether the death part of the Museum of Stolen Moments was part of the original commission, because it's quite messed up. Could it have been solely Mathilde's idea that she snuck in because its a way of almost playing God with her powers? Idk.

There's that part in Hollowpox where Squall says:

"Because I could, And because I had to. Because I am a Wundersmith, and that is what we do. We say yes. We do the ghastly things that are asked of us by people in power, and we do the good things, and we take none of the credit and all of the blame. It’s what we do."

Makes me think that while Wunsoc and Nevermoor were putting Wundersmiths on a pedestal, they were also telling them, "you have this power, you have to do this, this, and this." I feel like we almost see remnants of it in present-day Nevermoor, where folks are recruited based on how useful their knacks are and then are bound by loyalty their whole life to help out Wunsoc whenever needed. It's prestigious, privileged, and an honor! But it comes at a cost.

I've lost whatever train of thought I was originally building up to, but in general, I'd really love to learn more about Wundersmiths in a pre-Massacre Nevermoorian society. Did Squall betray everyone due to a job gone too far, and if so, what was the job and how did it turn out? Or did something else lead to him turning? I'll say that it's interesting that he went to someone that was forced to do the bidding of others to a businessman in the Republic who is able to control everyone else instead because of his monopoly on Wunder/energy.

keep clenching my table and Thinking about squall's developments in hollowpox so i've GOT to divest my thoughts somewhere 😭

him as a child just seemingly having no outward indication of his future personality was such a choice . . . like his entire description of him as a normal kid who fooled around with his friends and got pleased whenever his teachers complimented him on his progress despite morrigan desperately searching for any sign, something underlying that facade. there's a certain unease in the implication with what's been shown so far that squall was a carefree kid who suddenly turned on those he grew up with and massacred them.

i think the ambiguity of what happened may remain for at least a bit more, but some of what he's said to morrigan previously, such as them having a common enemy and needing to unite on common fronts, seems to add to it?

in conjunction, his crazed outburst of sheer panic and desperation at president wintersea's imminent arrival was SO. it was SOOO. like it was truly something else to read him expressing such vulnerable emotions--his explanation about the hollowpox and in turn his elaboration on his position as a wundersmith and the amount of power he really possesses in relation to other more powerful people was SUCH a revelation.

it does seriously challenge the preconceived notions of him as the Big Bad; although there's no doubt he's an awful boogeyman who's done awful things, there's a whole new angle to be considered: that there's a more powerful boogeyman? or at least, someone who's possessive of more power and authority than squall? in this way, the world of the novels are even more expanded, and more deeper (less tangible?) entities are to be considered.

(still thinking about his "'DO YOU THINK I HAVEN'T--'" in response to morrigan's bafflement at why he hasn't tried to stop wintersea?? tangentially: the broadening of the political environment within the universe of nevermoor was so interesting!!)

god. anyway. SO pumped to see what next happens to the fucked-up guy.

[sky-formes]

I Obtained Every Type-Based Exclusive Item Without Generating Wonder Mails

i know i can't really prove it , but here it is: the culmination of several months' work , one of every type-based exclusive item in the game without generating wonder mails . the only way i can really prove it is with myself and a few others in the r/MysteryDungeon discord sharing missions found in our games , which was pivotal to this accomplishment . i can't thank those who helped enough , particularly Zodiac and NXTerminator579 !!

this video was recorded with a capture card , so yes , this is my real cartridge of explorers of sky .

why did i do this ? it's mostly because i wanted to play explorers of sky more . you can't really "100%" it , so i'm going out of my way to collect as much as i can in the game . my IGT is 225 hours , but it's more than likely around 250 because of resetting the game at certain points (a particular challenge i've done is definitely to blame LOL)

was it worth it ? well , kinda . only some of these items are super usable or make a difference . at level 100 , a lot of damage you're taking in the game is under 50 , unless you're running ZIN or ZIC ... and even then , the globes only protect against one type each . the gems are a different story , though - particularly the fighting and flying gems . they offer +1 speed in clear weather , so you could combine this with a cloud nine mon or a weather band to have a constant +1 speed (which also stacks with shaymin-sky's natural +1 !) . dragon and guard (bug) gems protect against status conditions in clear weather , which can also be useful on their own ... the +1 speed is just more powerful in my opinion . but that's just me .

though , if you are interested in just the gems , there is a way to get them without needing a dust at all: if you have two DSes and a copy of T/D AND sky , *1 items from T/D (only T/D for some reason . doesn't work when trading from sky looks like) can be upgraded when trading to sky . so if you get a silk and have the ability to trade with yourself , you can trade the silk over to T/D and then upgrade it by trading it to EOS . i only discovered this TODAY and it's what allowed me to finish this whole thing , since i was otherwise stuck on the rarest dusts in the game .... and i'd gladly take this over having to go in and out of mazes over and over to reset bulletin boards any day .

maybe i'll extend this to every exclusive item in the game if i feel liek it , but for now ... it's onto the very last thing i have to do (which i intentionally saved for last bc it wouldn't take nearly as much time as everything else): living recruitment dex . it's more of a victory lap after everything i've been through , and honestly i already have most of the pokemon in the game anyway , so i'm perfectly fine with it .

[drakothedragon55]

Already subjected my discord mutuals to this. It’s your turn, Tumblr!

Over the span of like 3 days, I listened to the entirety of Epic: The Musical (or what’s released of it, anyways. Iirc there’s two albums yet to be released.) And now I’m gonna pick my fave and least faves. Because why not <3

The Troy Saga Fave: Open Arms. It’s iconic, the dude who voiced Polites did great, and it’s referenced a ton in other songs. Least Fave: I guess Warrior of the Mind, if I had to pick. Idk. I like the Troy saga.

The Cyclops Saga Fave: Survive. That, and Polyphemus coming right before it are such good songs. The pure terror in their voices around the end of Survive were just chef’s kiss Least Fave: My Goodbye. It made me dislike Athena (until the Wisdom saga, at least) ;-;

The Ocean Saga Fave: Luck Runs Out. It’s also referenced in future songs (I think?) and it’s pretty catchy imo. Least Fave: None. If I HAD to pick…ig Keep Your Friends Close? Ocean Saga doesn’t have a single bad song. Change my mind 😎

(More below the cut. Tis’ a long post)

The Circe Saga Fave: Done For. The part that went “Hermes gave you that didn’t he” “lol yeah. But still-“ (paraphrasing) was great. Least Fave: There Are Other Ways. Nope nope nope nope nope I got no idea what’s going on back there but it sounds like she’s trying to charm him. Nope.

The Underworld Saga Fave: The Underworld. The faint reprise of Open Arms gave me chills. Least Fave: No Longer You. Underworld also has no bad songs. I just had to pick one. Sorry :(

The Storm Saga Fave: SCYLLA SCYLLA SCYLLA— in all seriousness, Scylla is what got me into listening to the whole thing. I love it to death. It’s my discord status too. Least Fave: Mutiny. Started out strong. Kinda lost its charm after the actual mutiny part. Maybe I’m just an Odysseus sympathizer haha.

The Wisdom Saga Fave: God Games. Athena redemption ark real!! She actually called Ody’s son a friend, too 🥺 Least Fave: We’ll Be Fine. Apparently it wasn’t very memorable as I listened to it an hour-ish ago and I already forgot how it goes.

[thirstyforred]

still thinking about Syndicate Witcher spinoff, cdpr you know my discord and email, so feel free to use them, and there are no excuses for personal biases but I think it would be the most interesting if the game was sort of a prequel to TW1 and everything else

i mean specifically in that moment of the timeline while Flaming Rose and the beginnings of Salamandra are still in Novigrad, Whoreson Senios is still alive, and in general, you have all the players that later form Syndicate already on the board - to the final of the game, after all the shit goes down, is actually the formation of Syndicate

(timeline of witcher games is pretty tight there and doesn't make sense, but I don't think even tw1 remake potential rewrites will really fix it considering the plot of that game hinges on a time traveler lol)

the Protagonist is some young guy from the Bits, maybe a childhood friend of Ulrich to play with that trope of better boy and worse boy - y'know, where one friend ends up better where they started than the other due to their decisions, Protag is Ulrich's worse friend, but Ulrich is Siegfried's worse friend

the Salamandra is small and only just forming, and most of Protag does, instructed by other, senior gang members is like poaching alchemists and such for running fisstech operation

but facts don't exactly add up for Protag - the actual boss is being kept in the shadows; there's a weird overlap where some of Salamandra are inexplicably members of the Eternal Fire cult and involved in running things on the Temple Isle; there are too many mages and alchemists for the amount of merch they're actually producing and running - but Protag is so low level in the gang he doesn't even know what to do with this information, but also does it even matter since for the first time in his life he has more than 2 crowns to his name?

Protag gets to see all the highs and lows of Novigrad, each gang gets its highlight moment, and with the rising influence of Salamandra you get a feeling that everything is tethering on the edge of the open gang war, and there are such great "oh shit" moments like Whoreson Senior getting killed and Junior taking over Cutups, and raising stakes even further

and after whatever bombastic finale you get out of it, the whole game of Protag being instrumental in carving the space for Salamandra in the city, there comes an order from JdA to pack the shit up and more to Vizima - nearly all that effort, nearly everything Protag did in the main story was for nothing - all he gets in exchange is the knowledge that didn't interest him that much in the first place that the fisstech operation is only accessory to some unhinged evolutionist human experimentations program rooted in religious cult he doesn't even care for!

and Flaming/Salamandra leaving for Vizima turns out to be the thing that puts everything in Novigrad back to normal, a literal return to the status quo

the whole main story is an extremely linear mission-based thing, but the ending is open-ended, or maybe the Player actually gets to choose, and Protag gets to decide whether he leaves Salamandra and stays in Novigrad, or move with them for Vizima - just an absolute downer of an ending

[w0w0zella]

um hello!!! im gonna be making a. bugbo murderstuck au Masterpost of sorts! I guess! ill format it like a q&a but im making up some of these questions myself. So lets get into it :3

this is a really long post! b careful :3

"what is murderstuck?" murderstuck is a Bugbo AU that made/am making (complicated wip status lol)! its a story that takes place a month and a bit after the events of familiar foe. Very long story short, gerbo ends up getting killed (on accident), joe then kills bugbo (On purpose) and joe seeks out thomas flyswatter for help. i have a post here that goes more into the story if you'd like to see it! vvv https://www.tumblr.com/w0w0zella/728157783124574208/ill-post-these-together-awawy-from-the-rest-of-the?source=share 

currently it is a well defined plot line that i and a couple other people have made art for,, and a work in progress fanfiction!

"why is it called "murderstuck"?"

murderstuck is actually (Believe it or not lol) a Homestuck thing! murderstuck is a specific part in act 5 act 2 of homestuck where one character kills someone and then someone else kills THEM, so i was like  Fuck yeah that makes total sense for this au. In all honesty, i just called it that cuz i needed a name to jump back to in discord for easy finding and it. Stuck i guess GIGGLES lol.

i am currently.  Semi looking for new name suggestions! so if anyone has any ideas !!!   Tell me !! Please !! I have No idea!! ((by the way, because murderstuck is already technically a thing, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by all the homestuck art :3

(question by geluga on discord) "where did joe get his cleaver ? is it the same way he just happened to have an axe in episode 2 or is it from something else?"

yeah no i didnt really think out him having a meat cleaver lol. lets say thaat. umm. He got it becuase he was preparing bugbo a Yummy Meal (Steak is his Favourite or some  shit idk) !!!

i do NOT rmember why i gave him a meat cleaver aswell. If you want a Good answer, the reason i gave him a meat cleaver and not his Trusty Axe is because his axe would have been far too dull and bulky to slit bugbos throat. if you want the TRUE answer Its because i forgot he had an axe at all and thought the meat cleaver would look cool

(question by onyx on discord) "did gj feel bad after The thing or did he feel like totally justified"

AMAZING QUESTION !!!! Gradient Joe feels EXTREME remorse. of course when he looks back on it he knows why he did it, but if we're being completely honest; bugbo was immobilized. he did not need to kill bugbo. if he had killed him while bugbo was choking him, that would be a different story. but he killed him while he was backed up into a tree, immobilized and begging for his life.

he feels extremely bad ! Very extremely bad!

(question from ANON in my ASK BOX) "DUDE I LOVE YOUR AU SM RAUGHHHHH also question uhh where is hoppo in the au? we havent really heard about her"

So. During the events of this au. she is. away. like she usually is. Dont really know where! Shopping at grocery market. back at war. lost at sea. you decide. (More info on hoppo in the next question

(question by kets on discord) "uuhhmmmm what is the absolute WORST ending this au could have realistically?????????? like if it didn't end whene thomas was ocmforting joe idk :3333333"

OKAY i coudl see this one of a couple ways. First way is, bugbo wins. bugbo succeeds in choking joe to death, And now he is alone (til hoppo gets back) i said this one first cuz its probably not the worst possible thing, but i think it would be pretty terrible!

second worst would be if Joe waited for hoppo to come back instead of going to thomas for help. In my humble opinion, i think that hoppo is very stubborn and VERY loyal. so. (to me at least) it stands to reason that if hoppo came back, she would side with bugbo VERY hard. she would probably fucking hate joes guts, and that would be the worst  thing for him after everything he already went through. Maybe they would Fight too idk…

Very first worst would be if joe just straight up killed himself after killing bugbo. I could see this as a thing he contemplated, but if he actually went through with it?  Oh my god Fucking imagine. all of there corpses there for hoppo to find when she comes back. Thomas rotting away in his lair without anyone to talk to (and without knowledge of bugbos death) for years? Devastating.

other notable endings include Joe OR bugbo Killing themselves directly after gerbos death, hoppo ending up killing joe out of anger when she comes back, Or (In a silly alternate universe that We made on Disc Ord…) bugbo comes BACK to life and DRAGS himself to go kill joe HIMSELF!!!!!!

(question by DEMO on DISCORD) "is gradient joe book smart or money smart" i am going to kill myself and its your fault i think. never speak to me again (Joke)

NOTABLE INFORMATION:

as stated before, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by Homestuck stuff !! i want to see all of your art and things!! Thank you!!

you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED to make stuff surrounding this au! Please Please Show It To Me!!!

if you are drawing During Fight or. During Murdering bugbo or joe, here are some things to note! - bugbo attempts to choke joe to death during a part in the fight, and he almost succeds! This causes Permanent scarring on gradient joes neck, and scratch marks all over bugbos arms from joe clawing at them!!!

- joe ends the fight with his shirt partially open and his tie missing!

- joe breaks bugbos right leg! there is a noticable gash on his inner right knee!

- joe kills bugbo by slitting his throat with a meat cleaver!- after joe is done, he drags bugbos body over to where gerbo died! (he was crushed by the fallen Stone Structure!)

thank you all so much for the love and support with this au It means so much to me. thank you from the botom of my hart.  IF YOU HAVE ANY COOL IDEAS, MORE QUESTIONS, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA SHOW/TELL ME, MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!

[miz-blue]

Hazbin Hotel fanfic/fanart: Desperate Maneuvers (part 1 of 4?)

Title: Desperate Maneuvers (part 1 of 4?)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(s): Alastor/Vox

Summary: (Regency AU) The once prestigious LeClaire family has of late fallen on trying times. So trying, as it happens, that the family's eldest son, Lord Alastor, begrudgingly agrees to enter into an arranged marriage with a wealthy commoner, a Mr. Voxley Smythe.

Notes: Part 1 of this fic was written for the Bapple's Orchard discord server's regency era AU collab, Pride Ring and Prejudice. (Server run by @bapple117.) This was originally supposed to be a contained scene, but I think it'll have two more parts plus an epilogue. If you find this post through a reblog, then check back to the original post which I will update with links as the other parts are finished. The story is also on AO3 too if you'd rather follow there.

This fic is a Regency AU, more or less. However, my regency knowledge is rather rusty, and also the setting is like some weird mash-up of canon and regency England. i.e. All the characters are still demons, and there's at least a little magic. And yes, Vox still has a TV head; it is what it is. Also, also same-sex marriage is totally fine, lol; the drama and angst come from classism and the characters being emotionally constipated.

A brief note on ages, Alastor is 30, and Vox is 28.

Fic is under the cut, and I also drew the end scene of part 1.

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"Aunt Rosie, this is degrading," Alastor protested softly, still seated on the padded leather bench of the coach. "I have no wish to be a public spectacle." He could hear the distant sounds of people as well as the faintest strains of music, and Alastor, previously inured to his fate, now found himself possessed of a certain anxiety, fluffy ears pinned back against his head.

His aunt sighed, expression sympathetic but strained. "Alastor, dearest, I need you to step down from this carriage. Right now." Rosie was already on the ground having been assisted by a footman. "The other coaches need to come through, and you are holding up the line."

Alastor took a shaky breath to steady his nerves before sliding closer to the door, but he showed no sign of exiting. Ever a font of patience, his long suffering aunt gentled her tone. "Alastor, for me, please, come out. Why, I hardly recognize anyone here so I doubt they'll recognize us!" It was such a baldfaced lie, unbefitting of any lady but especially one of Rosie's status. However, the falsehood did give Alastor enough momentary hope that when Rosie extended her hand to her only nephew's elbow, he permitted her to carefully but insistently tug him from the coach.

In the next moment, Alastor had set foot on the carefully tended gravel pathway to Battlehill Manor. "Good luck, sir," Husk called from the driver's seat, and Alastor spared him a tight nod before the cat demon was obliged to drive on. Husk was also Alastor's valet and sometimes butler--the LeClaires struggled to keep staff ever since the incident seven years ago.

Now truly abandoned to the capricious whims of fate, Alastor squared his shoulders and faced the stately manor ahead of them. It would seem there was no way out but through. Composing himself as best he could, Alastor offered his arm to his aunt who graciously accepted, allowing him to lead them to the manor entrance even though they both knew the way. The Carmines were distant cousins so Alastor had visited their estate several times as a child, though no invitation had been extended for some time. No, even tonight's festive occasion had less to do with Alastor and more to do with his intended husband, a certain Mr. Voxley Smythe. The two men were to meet tonight and announce their engagement. Lady Carmine was graciously hosting the ball on Voxley's behalf since he had no land or title of his own. What he did have, apparently, was a very lucrative business deal with the Carmines.

Lady Carmilla herself was there to greet them in the foyer. "Lord Alastor, Lady Rosie," she nodded respectfully to them both. "A pleasure to see you as always."

Another unnecessary falsehood. Alastor smiled through it, greeting her in kind. "We must kindly thank you again for your assistance in this matter and apologize for any trouble it may have caused."

She smiled politely back. "No trouble at all, Lord Alastor. Indeed, all the guests seem to be in high spirits."

The three demons made pleasant enough small talk for a few minutes before Rosie inquired after Alastor's betrothed. "Has Mr. Smythe arrive yet by chance?"

"No, alas, he is late," Carmilla replied with the faintest whiff of irritation. "Some important business or other. He is often engaged in work."

"Ah, that is quite alright then," Rosie said sweetly. "We'll go in, shall we? We ought not keep you from your other guests."

Carmilla stepped aside so that the two aristocrats might step past her. "Yes, please enjoy yourselves. I believe the dancing has already begun."

Alastor and Rosie both expressed their delight again before stepping into the hall proper. As soon as Carmilla was sufficiently far away, Alastor immediately set his sights to criticisms.

"He isn't even here yet? I cannot believe my situation has come to this," Alastor whispered, sotto voce. He almost needn't have bothered. Every soul around the two LeClaires was giving them a wide berth as if they were stricken with some loathsome contagion.

"Now Alastor, try to seek out a happy moment or two--for Nifty's sake if not your own. A dance even! Your dear little sister would love to be here. Ah, if she had her way, she'd debut tomorrow, the scamp."

Alastor scowled for only a second before schooling his face back to its proper smile. "Then let Nifty marry; she's the poor soul who actually desires such a union." If Alastor had his way, he would have chosen to never marry at all. After the deaths of his parents, his dowager aunt had resumed the mantle of family head while Alastor had been preoccupied with his school studies. At present, the two demons shared the load--meager as it was now--until such a time as it could be passed to Nifty or her future children.

Regardless of the gravity of their words, Rosie's serene countenance never wavered as the two LeClaires meandered around the outskirts of the party. "Nifty's enthusiasm for matrimony is commendable, but she's yet several years too young, and we are facing financial destitution now. And since that's your fault, dear, I am going to need your help fixing it." Her voice was a calm but ironclad murmur that only Alastor could hear. "Furthermore, Nifty's prospects are hardly ideal. Your present sacrifice may yet wipe some of the stain off our family name."

"How noble of spirit I must be," Alastor quipped dryly.

"Please, Alastor."

Lord, how it pained him to disappoint her. "You actually liked Uncle Franklin," he said sullenly nonetheless.

She laughed with genuine mirth at that. "Your late uncle and I were lucky, dear. Mayhaps you might be too. Stranger things have come to pass."

"Hmm, perhaps." Luck had thus far evaded Alastor, and he rather much doubted that he ought to find it in the arms of some crass lout, but he would soldier on regardless. He did not wish to ruin his aunt's night with needless quarrels.

Rosie walked with him until they had reached a long row of chairs set against the main hall's far wall. A number of guests sat at varying intervals, some catching their breath from dancing and others waiting earnestly to be asked. "Will you be alright here for a bit, Alastor?" Rosie inquired as he took a seat. "Since Mr. Smythe is not yet arrived, I was hoping to catch up with Earl Zestial..."

Ever the dutiful nephew, Alastor kept his forced smile in place and waved her on. "No need to concern yourself with my moods, Aunt Rosie. I suspect none shall endeavor to move me from my seat."

She offered one last rueful smile before disappearing into the slowly growing crowd. Alastor was left to lean against the wall, listen to the music, and try to remain calm. As he suspected, while some in attendance shot him curious or apprehensive looks, no one dared approach him. Alastor cast his eye about too, wondering if he might find his intended before Rosie did--or rather that the other demon would find him. Uncaring of the engagement proceedings, Alastor had no idea what this Voxley looked like and only knew a little of his exploits.

Yes, his soon-to-be husband, Voxley Smythe, some upstart commoner who had made a fortune for himself expanding trade routes for the East India Company before returning to England and making his fortune twice-over in various newfangled factories. And now—like some bloated carrion bird—he had come seeking a nest to roost in and a title to go with it. Of course, what better way to secure said estate and title than to marry for it?

In this rapidly churning industrial age, destabilized aristocrats teetering on the edge of financial insolvency were hardly scarce. Alastor had merely thought his infamous reputation would've kept him off the bargaining table. Either this Voxley didn't know about the rumors concerning Alastor's involvement with the royal family, or more likely, he didn't care. Surely the man could not be so unseemly that only Alastor would have him? In truth, the deer demon did not know. After initially consenting to the written proposal, Alastor had left the matter of negotiations entirely to Rosie.

Fortunately for the LeClaire family, Voxley had no children of his own, and his and Alastor's union would not produce any; thus Nifty would still remain the next in line to inherit what was left of the family's property and good name. Voxley's monetary contributions would keep the LeClaires afloat and replenish their coffers, and in return the man could leverage all the political and social benefits that came with a noble rank. In some manner, it was a relief that Alastor was simply a means to an end, not a desirable aspect himself. A prickly and solitary composer, the young aristocrat had hardly been overburdened with social ties even before his fall from grace. With any luck, Voxley would spend most of his time in London overseeing his various business enterprises and leave Alastor in peace at his ancestral home in the countryside.

Alastor cast a wary look about the large room once more. Zounds, what was taking the man so long? Imagine being late to a party in one's honor; Alastor found it rude and ungentlemanly.

Although…allowing himself a little ungentlemanly moment as well, Alastor at last gave into the desire to be elsewhere. No one stopped him as he slipped out of the spacious drawing room, up a small staircase, and down a side hall towards where he knew a veranda should still be, assuming Carmilla hadn't made any recent renovations to the manor. But no, it was still there.

Alastor sighed, leaning on the thick balcony railing and glancing out over the dark countryside. Every so often the moon would peek out from behind the clouds, bathing well-maintained gardens and the distant woods in a silvery glow. Crickets chirped faintly, and Alastor could hear the dance music from downstairs, the windows having been opened to the cool, spring night air. The young aristocrat drummed his fingers to the beat of a violin solo, feeling the distant echo of his own magical powers but as ever, he was unable to summon them. So lost in thought was Alastor that he scarcely noticed an interloper on his solitude.

"Hey."

Red ears perked up and swiveled, and Alastor's eyes widened at the familiar voice. Turning around, his gaze beheld some strange amalgamation--a ghost of his past decked out like an omen from the future. The Victor Owens now before him was a far cry from the timid, obsequious clockmaker's apprentice that Alastor had for some time befriended whilst studying at Eton. Now Victor moved with easy confidence, walking towards Alastor as if he had every right to do so. More surprisingly was the other demon's clothing. He looked like a proper gentleman now, smartly tailored in the latest fashion of London. Alastor felt vaguely embarrassed for his own expensive but now threadbare suit, but something new had been a bit out of his means at the moment.

Alastor forced himself to incline his head politely which Victor did in kind. "My, but it has been some time since last we spoke." Since last we fought, Alastor thought, remembering their messy parting of ways nearly a decade ago. Though he had seen Victor about town after that day, the two of them had pointedly ignored each other. Then when Alastor had gone from Eton, he had scarcely thought of Victor at all. University studies of music and sorcery at Oxford and later a more...specialized tutelage in Windsor had kept him busy. At least until everything had fallen apart.

"It has been some years, yes." The slightly younger demon came over to the balcony, leaning against it too.

Alastor nodded in acknowledgment, but otherwise he had nothing to say to his former 'friend' and thus allowed the brief conversation to lapse into awkward silence. However, Victor did not quit his presence, and so the two demons stared out into the dark countryside together.

"Are you alright?" Victor inquired after a moment, politely neutral. "You seem a bit...harrowed."

Alastor managed a thin smile. So they would be playing the part of amiable old acquaintances then? Very well. "Alas, I've been better. I am to be engaged, you see." If Victor was moving in more prestigious circles nowadays, then no doubt he was already aware of the general outline of Alastor's situation if not its full extent.

"Usually engagements are happy occurrences…" the other demon prompted, a subtle invitation for Alastor to elaborate.

"Not this one," Alastor obliged, voice laced with an undercurrent of misery. And yet it was perversely satisfying to air his grievances so freely to someone, especially someone like Victor who did not require Alastor to put on airs. "The situation is utterly not of my choosing. Sold off like so much livestock to some repellent stranger."

"Aren't arranged marriages par for the course for your sort?" Victor apparently couldn't help but jibe. "I'm sure he can't be that bad, especially when you don't even know him."

"Oh please, what's to know?" Alastor's clawed fingertips tapped irritably on the glossy marble. "He's a boorish, vulgar social climber. You'd know the sort."

Victor glared at him, gentlemanly facade starting to slip--as Alastor had hoped it might. "Would I now? And is that what you'd say about me too? A disgrace too poor in breeding to be considered for an aristocrat's hand?" Victor glanced shyly away. "For your hand?"

Alastor laughed, finally in better spirits now that he had been presented with such easy prey. "Yes, I see you've come up in the world a bit yourself. Still not over your little flight of fancy for me though, hmm? Well, I certainly wouldn't have married you either way, old pal."

Victor's face flushed angrily. "No, you wouldn't have. You're more the type who keeps his lower class friends like a dirty secret and then discards them to save face."

Alastor felt a twinge of guilt at that but hid it well. "It's not my fault you insisted on reaching above your station, my dear."

The other demon composed himself with some effort. "I have a station now myself," he retorted tersely.

"And money, I'm sure, if your gaudy attire is any indication. All of which is merely like gilding brass. Simply scratch the surface and the cheap base material shows through." Alastor smiled meanly at Victor's hurt expression. Yes, this was why they couldn't be friends--why it didn't pay to befriend anyone from the lower class. Alastor had always wondered if Victor liked him or merely wished to be close to someone of his rank. "Regardless you're too late anyway. As I stated earlier, I am spoken for. Though even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't take up with you."

"Fine, fuck you, Alastor. I see you haven't changed at all in your last seven years as a hermit. Still just a prick with an overinflated ego."

Alastor feigned an offended gasp. "You really are a vile and insignificant little man," he replied with a pitying laugh. "Now leave me be. A proper gentleman should know when his presence is undesirable." The aristocrat made a vague shooing gesture to which Victor offered a far more vulgar gesture of his own before storming off back into the manor.

Once his former companion had departed, Alastor slumped back against the balcony railing with a sigh. Where he should have felt satisfied amusement, there was only cloying melancholy. The crickets and the violins no longer offered any solace, but returning to the party would be far worse. In truth, Alastor had been so long out of public that the presence of so many people now unexpectedly grated upon his nerves, and he wished only to return home to sweet sepulchral silence or perhaps the playing of his own hands upon his piano. Alas, like many things Alastor desired, it was not to be. At least sequestered here on the veranda he would not need to endure so many eyes upon his person.

However, Alastor was scarcely left alone for another ten minutes before Rosie came looking for him, heels clicking smartly on the tiled floor. "Alastor! There you are! Honestly now, I had to ask several servants before one knew where you'd gone." She began smoothing out his cravat and jacket, clucking at him like a mother hen.

"I was just taking some air," Alastor said with a sigh, letting her fuss over him. He would never admit it, but the motherly attention was very soothing.

"Avoiding the party, yes, I'm aware," Rosie replied, not fooled in the slightest. "Mr. Smythe has presently arrived though so if you would please come back to the main hall, you may meet him properly."

Alastor's stomached flipped unpleasantly, but he kept his smile affixed to his face. "Oh? Has his highness finally deigned to grace us with his presence?"

Rosie hustled them both back towards the ball as quickly as she could without appearing improper. "Now, Alastor, you've agreed to this matter already. Please try not to immediately offend the poor man."

"Emphasis on 'poor'," Alastor replied caustically, making his aunt sigh in exasperation.

The two aristocrats rejoined the main event, Alastor obligingly offering Rosie his arm again as she led them through the room. There were a number of faces about them that Alastor did not recognize, and he couldn't help but wonder which unfortunate soul he was to be fobbed off to.

They were near the curving, elegant main staircase when Rosie finally appeared to set eyes on the man she was looking for. "Ah, here we are." She turned Alastor around before stepping to the side. Gesturing to the demon coming down the stairs towards them, she said, "Alastor, this is Voxley Smythe."

Victor stopped on the second step from the bottom, smiling down at them. "Just 'Vox' is fine," he said.

Alastor felt his own smile grow painfully tight. Fuck him indeed, apparently.

tbc...

[needlesandnilbogs]

for the ask game about fic backstory. i've only read one of your mirrorverse fics so you might have covered this somewhere, but i'm curious: how did mirror!mensah come to power?

okay so I have in fact written two fics in which some aspect of this is revealed but other than those two fics a lot of this is either in my head or scattered across discord (the timeline I was kinda keeping for a while has disappeared lol) so here goes trying to form it into a shortened-and-broad-strokes narrative:

(I can and will go into more depth about any of these parts. Just try me. also this feels very in-world-document-y but that wasn't totally on purpose) (it's long so it gets a read more)

The Alliance Period (Salvation Pre-Empire)

The Salvation Alliance was founded nearly 200 years ago, by a group of colonists escaping the Corporate Empires and the constant war. They settled on a lush planet near two already-inhabited planets in the same system, and their ship, the Salvation, became the first station.

Within a year, they had so cowed their neighbors that the rest of the system fell easily under the banner of the Salvation Alliance and the promise of peace and an end to the corporates.

One of the small group of leaders, Consuela Makeba, protested this decision, but her speech went largely ignored. It certainly did not appeal to the newly formed Salvation Council, who had her imprisoned and executed as the Alliance's first traitor.

The Salvation Council was an oligarchy, though they liked to pretend they weren't. A few seats were won, here and there, by young progressive candidates who had grand dreams of changing everything, but for hundreds of years, the status quo remained set. A place to live and food for all, just as in another universe, but contingent on the understanding that if you were not working for Salvation's benefit, you didn't deserve more than the very barest of minimums.

One of these young upstart progressives was Dr. Ayda Mensah, a charismatic and well-known exoecologist who was quickly elected to her local governing council, and a few years later to the Salvation Council.

The Coup

Dr. Mensah, it must be understood, had been planning since the instant she'd been elected to her local council, if not earlier. She wanted power, and she didn't care who stood in her way.

She was methodical about it; quiet convincing where possible, the sort of thing nobody would dare call her out on. Bribery, blackmail, siccing her good friend the up and coming prosecutor Pin-Lee on them, all those little ways of influencing votes in her favor.

Within three years after her appointment to the council, she'd amassed enough of a power base to be appointed Planetary Administrator, head of the council for the term. At this point, she and her partners had a two-year-old child and another on the way, which certainly had an impact on her re-election campaign strategies.

A few months into her second year as Planetary Administrator and fourth year on the council, she was on a survey with a handful of other members of the SalvationAux survey team, mostly flunkies and interns (and, of course, the Chief Prosecutor of the Salvation Alliance, there because of course Pin-Lee wasn't letting Mensah go alone), when things went to heck.

The only reason they survived at all was the actions of rogue EnforcerUnit Saviorbot, who saved the whole survey team. In gratitude (and because it was such a useful thing, to have a friend with guns in its arms), Mensah and Pin-Lee arranged to purchase it and free it. It followed them back to Salvation, and became Mensah's constant bodyguard and close confidant.

Within a year, several people took offense to the centralization of power and the existence of an EnforcerUnit on Salvation, and began a pitiful rebellion which announced itself with rioting at the Oakepark Factory Complex, an event which is still marked as a solemn tragedy by many. (A certain Makeba Rebellion, it and its leader named for Consuela Makeba's protest speech, celebrates this day as a sign of victory, and notes that there were zero deaths and less than a dozen casualties, which the Empire tends to brush over in favor of the tragic reduction in production capacities.)

Things continued on with a sort of stalemate for a while, Administrator Mensah continuing to ensure the council complied and the rebellion continuing to try to depose her, until Saviorbot discovered transmissions from a rebel cell linked to both the rebellion's spymaster Hope and one Councilmember Sonje.

Mensah and Pin-Lee and Saviorbot, in an attempt to centralize power even further, decided enough was enough. After a devastating rebel attack on the council, which just so happened to kill the biggest opponents to a unilateral power grab, Mensah ordered the council dissolved and all administration to run through her office.

Within a week, she was crowned as Salvation's first Empress, with her partners crowned as Queen- and Monarch-Consort and her seven-year-old eldest daughter given the title of Crown Princess Amena. In deference to the age of her children (seven and five, at the time), Mensah named Solicitor Pin-Lee, who was already the Chief Prosecutor, the next in the line of succession, and bestowed upon her the title of the Hand of the Law; in turn, Saviorbot was granted the title of Chief Enforcer and given responsibility for the security of the newly-renamed Salvation Empire.

(Side note, part of how Mensah kept control over the ex-councilmembers was by offering each of them and many other politicians a guaranteed position for them in the new administration. Some of these positions, for those with children, are now considered inherited positions, meaning it's guaranteed to be passed down to their children, and others aren't, so when people eventually retire from non inherited positions, those posts will be filled by other children of government officials who Mensah thinks will do well there. She's basically going back to nepotism and hereditary nobility as a way to keep those people from joining the rebellion. Meanwhile her strategy for dealing with the broader populace is pretty much ensuring they have everything they need, propagandizing the heck out of everything, and creating opportunities for advancement into administrative positions that can be used as rewards for the most loyal. Textbook bread and circuses plus carrots and sticks.)

The first main mirrorverse story, Preservation, picks up about eight years since that coup, which is also four years since the martyr Tradition died, and the second and third main stories take place over the next two years. At the point the fourth story starts, it's been about ten and a half years since the coup, in which time court politics have become exponentially more complicated as people vie for Mensah's favor. (She encourages this. Plotting against each other means that they aren't plotting against her.) Also, Amena's almost a legal adult by the third and fourth stories, which means she's almost old enough to actually take over if Mensah can't rule somehow.

[apocalypsecraftstudios]

NOTIFICATION: ACTIVITY UPDATE! (For friends and followers!)

NOTE: this is a update blog about my current activity status so please, hope you don't take anything personal and you can understand me as well. I try to do everything under my reachment underneath my own time availability. Thanks!

- First of all, I'm very sorry for my unusual inactivity on here. I have been kind of inactive on Instagram, DeviantArt, X and Discord. Why? Because of external factors that don't let me continue with the activity I was used to on these social media applications. I won't lie either: I have been dealing with a lot of shit in real life and within my sentimental universe fighting art block, depression, low self-esteem issues, self-harm temptations and anxiety caused by certain personal stuff I don't think it would be adequate to mention on here.

I also am currently dealing with breathing system infections and a strong cold that doesn't gets away from my body yet. I haven't visited any doctor yet. I'm just letting my body fight for itself and take down all the infections in my poor breathing system. I wanna heal but it's taking longer than it should and that truly worries me but refuse to seek for professional help. I'm taking vitamin C pills to strengthen my immune system and help it fight the infections.

Also the fact I have been on current projects about Minecraft, Portal and Nimona doesn't mean I did forget about them. No, I totally haven't. I'm just taking a long break under my own time availability to heal and feel better. Also art block and the strong feeling that someone is about to steal/copy my ideas takes my motivation away from me and leaving me unable to get myself secure and confident about my own imaginative world. And no, I'm not talking about my friends or followers. Just saying that I have that feeling when I'm about to develop a unique a creative original idea for a story, comic or crossover. You know, I'm overly protective and jealous of my own imaginative universe and that's why I care too much about my work being properly done, protected and well-developed. I can't tolerate anyone coming up with a coincidence about certain ideas that are already mine.

Omg, I am being quite sincere today lol. But yeah, don't take this personal. Just hope you understand.

Good news: I recently joined the Godzilla Fandom so expect some epic crossovers between these Fandoms I'm already in. I can't wait to show some unique concepts! :'D

- Be overly patient and tuned when I come back. I will try to post something to not show my account kind of dead. I really hope to get better and get my motivation back and fight that feeling that torments me. Here, Apocalypse out! ⭐

[dapper-lil-arts]

hi so sorry to bother! (and also if this isnt the right blog lmao) its me phoebe from spamming your stream chat. i read the prologue and first chapter of the return of midnight sparkle and im already in love :3 i adore the scene of sunset eating the statues head, such good emotion n imagery. the slideshow scene was also really good, i liked the dialogue and sunsets explanation of it all (also "can we skip this one" knocked me out thank you). i cant wait to read the rest later :>

also, sorry if this is a weird question but you dont have a discord for your streams do you? i dont check twitch or tumblr too terribly often but id love to catch you live again and a discord ping would be helpful lol. hope yr day is good!!

nyeheheh thank you! i like to pride myself on that story hook!!!

And i made it my intention and purpose to manage drama and comedy as well as i could on the story! saying "can we skip this one" and the next two they skip are also damning is funny af heheh. very glad you're already hooked ^v^ Also no, i don't have a discord! Unfortunately relying on tumblr or twitter or even twitch pings is the best we can do!

ALSO YEAH THAT IS FUCKING FUNNY MEME THANK YOU

[musicaltrash]

came across u in the wild im curious if you havent answered already but what was the situation with the splatoon manga?

hahaha let's just say there was a discord server. right. and the mods were a bunch of immature 13 year olds (or probably younger) who trauma dumped and found a way to hate everyone. ahaha

it's a funny story now so I might as well tell :3

ok so y'all know there's a big splatoon discord server (.gg/splatoon) aka splatcord, well there was a channel for the splatoon manga which a bunch of us talked in. one day someone gets the idea to make a server specifically for the manga (the manga is called coroika so that's what I'll refer to it by).

the new server was part hangout part roleplay. I won't mention which character I was, but it was a chill place for like 2 weeks.

one of the mods from splatcord joined bcuz they liked the manga, tho ig a lot of splatcord made fun of the manga so they didn't feel comfortable chatting about it.

I didn't pay too much attention to the bullshit happening in the coroika server for a bit, but this splatcord mod did. apparently some coroika ppl were being complete assholes and I think racist but idk, so splatcord mod called them out on it and there was this huge fight and divide.

now I dont remember this much, I think I was asleep when it happened tbh, but I think a lot of splatcord regulars raided the coroika server or smth. but it was all just huge fights and whatnot.

splatcord mod I think had some self esteem issues too, cuz we were playing splatoon as a big group and they always just started acting so sad and essentially went dark on discord just cuz me and one other person were tryharding. me and that other person played competitively, so like I wasn't really tryharding I was just good /hj but anyway splatcord mod did that basic 2020s thing where u go dark on discord with a sad status yada yada.

now the coroika server was like super strict on who they were allowing in, and I decided to be a dick and troll a little and I got banned, so I had an alt join and trolled with that a little. I used that alt to see they were saying mean things about me and a bunch of others too lol, and maybe I deserved it slightly for the trolling but not that much jesus. I wasn't the one being a shitty mod now.

honestly I have no idea where the server is at now, and it's probably deleted. I haven't been in splatcord in a while (tho I do have a pinned post in the coroika channel, unless they deleted it within the last year ahah), and also old splatcord mod doesn't mod there anymore. but don't bring up coroika server on the off chance that someone recognizes it (tho they probably won't. for what it's worth, my time in the server was like a 1 month time span, which is very short for all the bullshit that happened)

I just think it's funny to look back on now lmaoo

[diamantinasfrilledshark]

Roleplay Rules!

Status: Semi-Open as of November 2nd, 2023

Feel free to DM me or ask any questions in my inbox! I can't guarantee that RPs will start right away, but we can definitely start setting things up.

In order to RP with me, you NEED to send me the hidden phrase in here so I know you actually read the rules. If not, I will not RP.

Literacy Style:

Literate to semi-literate. I like to write in multiple paragraphs, both with detail and somewhat dialogue heavy. If you’ve seen my writing, it’s a lot like that! I expect potential RP partners to follow in suit/match.

It seems as of late that I prefer literate with multiple paragraphs and details.

I’ve been RPing since I was like, 10. If I see *she smiles* it might summon rage 💀 /hj

Where We Can Talk:

Just starting off? Tumblr DMs! I won’t RP in the comment section of a post.

You can now ask for my Discord. It’s where I’m most active.

Slots:

Don’t really have a cap off but it becomes too much at once I will be sure to let you know.

Genres and Plots:

Almost anything and everything! However, towards strangers and people I’m generally unfamiliar with, SFW are going to be the topics I steer towards. Adventure, drama, horror etc. are all fine the first go around.

I’m pretty flexible on genres so like, hey don’t be afraid to suggest it.

NSFW, I like writing smut, I just need to like you as well lol. Not a slight on your behalf, but I will let you know whether smut is a possibility or not.

NSFW will only be done with other 18+ adults who have verified they are in fact, adults. I absolutely refuse NSFW to “ageless” accounts and minors.

Honestly I don’t want to RP with minors so if you’re a minor, don’t message me. Don’t do it. Thanks.

Pairings:

Gets a little odd here, I don’t actually ship anything, if that makes any sense? Like, canon character X canon character just isn’t in my repertoire unless they’re already an established couple or the franchise is heavily leaning them that way.

That said, I’m totally cool with self shipping and OCs X Canon characters. (If self ship, it has to go both ways. Sorry I’m a simp too 😔)

Platonic, familial, those work best though especially if I am unfamiliar with you as a person.

Honestly I’m not as veered towards romance unless you’re a good friend of mine.

Do:

When first DMing, send me memes to help break the ice! I’m pretty good about speaking to people, but I understand how awkward it can be

If you’re using an OC, please tell me all about your OC! If you have any reference pics etc, send them so I can describe them during the RP.

If you’re playing a canon character and you’ve changed anything about them that’s notable, feel free to mention their quirks, and the lore building you’ve done for them.

Tell me if it gets to be too much or if you wish to change directions. I want you to feel safe and have a free voice during the chat. If something doesn’t click, tell me.

Please talk to me about the RP plot before we start! That gives me a good direction on what bases to hit and which lines to not cross. Your boundaries are just as important as mine and I want to respect them.

Use brackets or some other notation to let me know you’re speaking out of character! I’m very prone to using []

Understand that you can leave for a while and don’t need to apologize. Genuinely, I know you’ll get back to me. If you don’t think you will or it’ll take longer than expected then let me know. I know people get busy, so it’s honestly no problem.

Don’t:

Do NOT ask to RP if you are a minor. I do not wish to RP with minors.

Send me unsolicited NSFW or a starter without any conversation prior to. It’s just kind of ???? On my end.

Do not godmod HEAVILY. I’m okay with like, “and he helped her up and watched as she walked over to the desk.” But fully godmodding is a no.

Send one liners. Self explanatory.

Wildly deviate from the plot in bizarre ways. Like, making things NSFW all of a sudden or cause angst when there was none. I hate saying “Mary Sue the RP” but do not Mary Sue the RP.

Please don’t be upset when I take a hot minute or two to respond. I’m a person that has a life outside of her phone and is actually prone to migraine if I look at screens for too long. I will always get back to the RP unless I say otherwise.

Be pushy for a character or a pairing I said no to.

Go too OOC for canon characters.

Ask for things like rape, beastiality, common DNI criteria.

I understand RP can be therapeutic but remember, I am not a therapist and the RP we have is not substitute for actual mental health help.

Fandoms:

SCP

Call of Duty

Darkwood

Assassin’s Creed

Grimm

Uncharted

My Little Pony (yeah goin' back to my roots)

My OCs (need to ask about those, there’s,,,, many and they’re all intricate.)

Other Things:

Please use third person, past or present tense. Usually past tense.

I feel it goes hand in hand with literate RP but use “speaking” for a dialogue and ‘thinking’ for thoughts.

Try not to rush anything! Let it happen naturally and it’ll all play out.

Don’t be afraid to talk to me outside of the RP either. Like, it’s a personal thing we’re probably going to become friends.

Some Examples of My RP Style:

Mind you, not all of these are going to be extremely long. Things tend to taper out.

All of these examples were lifted directly from one of my RPs.

November 2nd, 2023: I swear not all of my replies are going to be like this. I'm immensely more busy now.

This is a starter:

A young princess sat on the balcony of her mother’s grand palace. The stars of the night were absolutely gorgeous as her dark eyes peered upwards, tracing constellation upon constellation. There, she could see the proud statue of Amun and feel the loving gaze of the beautiful mother goddess, Hathor. Strings upon strings of stars hung in the sky and bathed the desert in a warm white and blue gold, illuminating the darkness so she could observe the night life of her people. At barely eighteen years old, the young princess had been coming to a very startling conclusion as she stared out at the houses amongst the dunes and the boats and their ferriers on the Nile: that one day, all of this would be hers. The thought scared her, as ruling over such a people with the same authority as her mother and her mothers before her… The burden was crushing in its own right.

Sameera, the current pharaoh of Egypt and seated daughter of Isis and Ra, had been gearing her only daughter up for greatness since she had been brought into the world. The palace had served little as a home and more of a house of education, gearing up the little girl for a future in which all would bow down to her. Sameera has been, and will be considered a bountiful ruler. She ushered in an Egypt in which magick and divine favor rained down on the land, where suffering was lightened, and where pain had been naught but a bruise.

To give her daughter, Tavi, a taste of what it would mean to be the seated pharaoh and begin expanding her power besides running the palace, Sameera had placed her in charge of the Festival of Hathor. The festival in itself being amongst the most important task Tavi has been held in charge of to this date. In the morning, Tavi would be heading out by herself to Dendera, the main site of Hathor’s cult and preside over it, and of course, ensure it passes smoothly.

It sounds so simple: let people get drunk and feast, make merry, and enjoy singing and dancing in the company of others, but Tavi has never been a part of such importance in ritual ceremonies. She’s only ever observed, and even that in itself has been something hidden to her as her mother finds the merrymaking beneath her real education under the watchful eyes of Thoth.

Tavi sighs deeply and rests her arms on the balcony for just a moment more, already intending to head back inside and rest for the night before one of her lady maids interrupts her train of thought.

“My lady,” the finely dressed woman begins. “You have a visitor.”

Tavi’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she crosses the balcony through the cool night air to come to her lady maid’s side. “What? Who on earth would come to my quarters at this hour?” She inquires, more curious than angered at the thought she has a visitor.

The woman bows her head in the princess’s presence as if to silently ask her if she should address the visitor. “I believe it pertains to the Festival of Hathor, but it was not my place to pry,” the lady maid continues, her voice soft and sweet. “Shall I tell them to leave?”

Tavi blinks before shaking her head. “No, you may leave. I’ll handle this,” she replies warmly, her hand resting on the taller woman’s shoulder. “Go, get some rest,” she hums.

The lady maid nods, thanks her princess, then exits out the servant’s entrance, leaving Tavi to her own devices.

The young princess brushes back some of her black hair, wondering who would ask audience with her so informally and so late at night. She crosses her limestone floor quietly, akin to a ghost as if to tell her visitor no one is present before stopping just shy of the door. Mentally, Tavi remembers what her mother has said about acting regally in the presence of others, how to stand tall and like a future queen, and physically rolls that onto her stance.

With a deep breath, she opens the door.

And here is another response show casing what RPs tend to look like down the line WITHOUT me RPING multiple characters:

Tavi’s eyebrows shoot up In surprise as the listens to Arya’s words. “That is troubling,” she murmurs more to herself than anyone else as she once again brushes back some of her hair.

Her mind wanders, wondering what the right course of action would be. Of course, they would be moving during the earlier morning before the sun would come up, but with the flowers on the line… “perhaps we should leave earlier,” she hums.

But then that would require waking up the rest of the party—and they needed their rest. “We can discuss this inside, please,” Tavi moves aside in the doorway, gesturing for Arya to enter. “I would despise seeing your work go to waste because of the heat and the sun,” she says, already moving to her table to give Arya a cup of water.

[Howdy, here’s the phrase. “An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.” ]

And here is a response showcasing me RPING multiple characters:

Abasi mentally rolled his golden eyes at Arya’s childish gesture as he led Tavi through the halls. He enjoyed the feeling of the princess’s hands on his forearm—she felt delicate beneath his touch, and it made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

The area they had stepped into was absolutely beautiful, gorgeous in every which way. The air was sweet and warm, like a mother’s caress.

“Great mother Hathor,” Tavi murmured, her head bowing in reverence to the goddess. “What a beauty and blessing you are,” she murmured to herself, slowly letting go of Abasi’s forearm.

“Princess!” A priest’s voice cut through. “What a pleasure to see you here,” he said warmly. “I presume you’ve come to make an offering?”

Tavi smiled and nodded, gently telling Abasi that his guard could lower. “I have. What a magnificent job you and the priests and priestesses have done.”

The priest beamed and quickly nodded for one of the lower ranking priestesses to fetch a bowl full of offerings they’d prepared for the princess. “It means the world t hear it from you,” he said. “We’ve gone all out this time for her festival.”

“It shows,” Tavi hummed, silently thanking the lower ranking priestess who handed her a bowl full of spices, jewelry, flowers and sweet smelling oils. Gently, Tavi came to the edge of the pool, kneeling down and offering silent prayers to Hathor, a blessed mother, before placing the bowl gingerly on the water.

It rippled as it flowed on the surface, almost resting perfectly in the middle amongst the sparse lily pads and lotus flowers.

On her way back up, Abasi offered the princess his hand, and she took it.

The priest once again beamed. “The goddess is most pleased with your presence,” he noted, barely able to contain his joy. “Would your companions like to make offerings as well?”

[kaiboone]

for the ask game you just reblogged

all of them

every question

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First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH this is literally a dream come true I love talking abt myself

1) phones Lock Screen: a drawing of myself and one of my main F/Os :3 art by @4i-i0v3-y0u!! One of my best friends here on tumblr :0

2) cheese or chocolate: cheese!! I love cheese soooo much

3) nicknames: just from my math teacher, which is kind of embarrassing— he calls me Kai Guy

4) last song: love me, normally

5) have I ever written fanfiction: yes! I have written LOTS of fanfiction. I even have a fanfiction request blog, @randoms-fandoms!

6) discord: nope! Not on discord. It’s kind of a not fun subject to talk about actually— not for any bad reason, I just got so heavily excluded by all my irl friends on there that I decided to leave

7) piercings: nope :0

8) what says the most about a person: compassion and patience for others.

9) cookie: cherry 🍒

10) dog person!

11) headphones!

12) last thing I said out loud: “we’ll go on an adventure later,” because I was going to take my dog out to get French fries with me but I called ahead and the cook was out for another thirty minutes, so we’re waiting now.

13) a weird fact that I know: horses can move their skin independently from their body, to an extent

14) I am a night owl

15) favorite place to nap: my moms bed lol

16) are you queer: yes, rn I ID as trans, arospec, achillean, and bisexual

17) three words I would use to describe myself are: thoughtful, caring, and morose

18) sweat pants!

19) whatever seasonal drink they have— like lemonade or cocoa :) I don’t drink coffee

20) a color I can’t stand is gray

21) prized possession: just a silly little stuffed animal I got as a gift from my mom

22) tea!

23) aquatic dinosaurs— i dont know which one but I like them all!

24) I’ve been on tumblr for six years :)

25) desert island item: I’ll chose another one this time— a comfortable bed :)

26) my aesthetic kind of varies depending on my mood— but generally i like a subtle lovecore academia vibe, if that makes sense? When I’m manic I like kidcore though

27) dream job: in home caretaker or nurse for a nursing home

28) relationship status: single, but I’m having fun (selfships)

29) my favorite outfit is when it’s wintertime and I can wear my cute pink terry cloth sweatpants and a sweater— along with my cow hat of coarse, and a scarf because I get coooold 🥶

30) a song I know all the lyrics to is Bennys Dispatch from in the heights— my favorite theatrical production!

31) my hair is brown, but since I’ve been on T it’s actually darkened to almost black

32) I do talk to myself— mostly people ignore me because they know what I’m doing, but recently I was on a camping trip with my school and my teachers kept overhearing and responding to me, so that was kind of embarrassing

33) I do not wear makeup

34) best compliment ever? Probably just my grandma telling me that I’m the best at taking care of her

35) my favorite blog— outside of friends, it’s got to be @earththings! I love scrolling through their blog whenever I feel stressed or sad, it always cheers me up ❤️ (sorry for the random tag btw)

Thanks for the ask miles, I feel like you already know me so well bc I really do love answering questions haha