#my first time writing the ancient poly ship

[akirakirxaa]

“how bad is it?”

Ask prompt list here. Ancient Trio ship. I know it says otp on the original list but I'm going with ot3 for this one.

The door to the flat the three shared banged open as a very upset Emet-Selch stormed in, fingers running through his silver hair in frustration. Hythlodaeus wasn't far behind, one arm looped around Azem's middle and the other holding her arm around his shoulders. Her robe was shredded in the front, fire red hair falling from its usual ponytail.

"How did this happen?" Emet-Selch demanded, arms folded, as Hythlodaeus sat on their sofa and pulled their dearest Azem into his lap, back to chest.

"Well, you know how it goes, alkonost escapes Eplis, I'm asked to find it," she attempted to be nonchalant about it, but her voice was strained with pain. "Turns out they pack a pretty strong kick."

"You don't say," he deadpanned, and she gave him a halfhearted smirk in response. "Azem, you have to be more careful."

"We're in our own home, Hades. You can drop the title." She tried to move as little as possible as she spoke, the fabric pulling at the wound on her chest that she still had yet to investigate. He snapped his fingers, removing her robe without her needing to pull it over the injury, leaving her in her breast band and leggings as he knelt before her to inspect the wound.

"How bad is it?" She hissed as his fingers lightly prodded at the edges and Hythlodaeus leaned around to peek over her shoulder at it. It was red and inflamed, with a large greenish purple bruise and several deep claw marks right over her ribcage.

"Nothing that can't be fixed," Hythlodaeus soothed, his lavender bangs tickling her cheek, though he exchanged a worried glance with Hades over her head. Another snap, and their first aid kit landed on the couch next to Hythlodaeus, who began rummaging through the potion vials and gauze.

"I think you have a cracked rib," Hades pressed down in another spot and Azem let out a broken cry. "Or three."

"Just patch me up already; Elidibus needs me to head to another village tomorrow-"

"You're going nowhere until this wound is healed."

"Is that an order, oh illustrious Emet-Selch?" She smirked at him, and he took her face in his hands, holding her gaze.

"I'm serious Persephone," his voice was lower as he leaned his forehead to hers. "I don't know what I'd do if you didn't come back." She gave him a soft smile, bringing her hand to his face.

"I'll always come back," she promised.

"Preferably in one piece," he clarified sternly. She giggled, only to hiss at the jostling of her ribs. She felt a nudge at her shoulder and saw Hythlodaeus offering her a vial she recognized as a potion to heal fractures, one of her own making. She had never been any good at healing, but she was a dab hand at alchemy. She took it gratefully and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. It wouldn't help a full break, but it would speed the healing of any cracked bones, ribs included. Setting the empty vial aside, Hythlodaeus pulled her face back for a kiss, lips meeting softly and unhurriedly. She hummed in appreciation, only to jolt upright at a sharp stinging on her scratched skin.

"Sorry," he said apologetically, gently holding her wrists as Hades dabbed at the wounds with an antiseptic, another potion of her own invention. "I thought it might be better if you didn't anticipate it."

"I'm gonna need to go back on the drawing board on this one," she said through grit teeth, body twisting away instinctively. "This is awful!"

"Stop squirming," Hades pinned her in place with just his glare, and she pouted as she sat back against Hythlodaeus to let him finish his work. He picked up another potion, this one with a dropper inside, and dripped it over the wounds. The flesh knit itself back together until the only external sign of the wound left was the bruise, and that would just need to heal on its own.

"There, all better," Hythlodaeus rested his chin on her shoulder with a smile. "Well, mostly anyways. Now you just need some rest and relaxation."

"And a bath," Hades' nose wrinkled. "You smell like a bog."

"Well, it was hiding in a swamp."

"You'll be sleeping in a swamp if you don't go wash off."

"Hades, dear," Hythlodaeus interrupted their bickering with a chuckle. "Our Persephone's had a long day, why don't you go draw the bath for her? I'll bring her along in a moment."

"Why can't you do it?"

"I have Seph on my lap, obviously," he pulled her back just a little, careful not to press on her bruises. Hades rolled his eyes and turned away, grumbling to himself as he acquiesced.

"You know you're in for it once it's healed, right?" Hythlodaeus combed his fingers through her impossibly long hair, gently pulling free the tangles. Persephone smirked, a glint in her sunset colored eyes.

"I'm looking forward to it."

[nimuetheseawitch]

McShep :)

when or if I started shipping it: I started shipping it approximately 2 years ago during my rewatch at the time. I honestly didn't watch things with a shipping lens much before 2020/2021, so it just hadn't occurred to me before.

my thoughts: I love them. They obviously have something going on, and no one can convince me that John isn't some flavor of queer. I love them as endgame, I love them as a hot mess, I love them as Rodney's first queer experience, I love them as a dirty little secret, I love them openly flaunting regs, I love them in AUs, I love them meeting in every universe (looking at you, Vegas), I love how weird they are together and how even if it's not romantic, there's something undeniably strong between them.

What makes me happy about them: They found each other! They are both the kind of people who would've been incredibly lonely on the Atlantis mission alone (I know Rodney has friends, but he's the boss of a lot of them, and none of them are close like John is). They match each other's dorkiness and snark and can keep up with each other and do stupid things like throwing Rodney off a balcony.

What makes me sad about them: There's a lot standing in their way, from DADT to Rodney's dream of a blonde who can give him children to John's various levels of fucked up. And they have so much capacity to be sad. They are sad so much in the show. But it's the kind of sadness I can sink my teeth into and really enjoy. I never finished any of my really sad fics with them, but hopefully someday I'll get back into writing them. And some of my favorite fics to read are very sad. Even if them together isn't necessarily sad, they have a lot of opportunity for their backstory to be sad.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Gosh, it's been a while since I read McShep that annoyed me, and I don't really remember.

things I look for in fanfic: either really angsty or really fluffy. I love a fluffy au, and I love an angsty canon compliant fic. But mostly I don't usually look for anything specific to McShep - it'll be more that I'm looking for independent Atlantis, or Ancient wackiness, or something like that and then secondarily look for McShep (or just enjoy it if it happens to be there)

My kinks: math (which is, in this case, a subset of competence), D/s, bondage (you can't convince me John doesn't like being tied up, at least a little bit)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: pretty much anyone, although not Katie for McKay without a whole personality transplant. I've written McLorne, and I absolutely adored Ana's fic where McShep didn't work out and John ended up with Parrish instead (I think about it often). I'm very happy as a multishipper for them. I also really like them as part of a poly situation.

My happily ever after for them: there are so many possibilities! But I guess I would say getting to be together on Atlantis (preferably an independent Atlantis) surrounded by the friends that have become family.

[hazbinsandweirdos]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Hitmen, henchmen, crime family types, mobsters, gangsters, killers, people with status/money, men with muscles lol

Pierre goes for guys with money for cons but that doesn't mean a ship can't occur

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Wholesome, toxic, romantic, sexual, exes, flings, one sided, fuck buddies, manipulative (maybe mostly on his part because lying con man lol)

Also Pierre is a nympho/has a high sex drive but I don't write smut (you are more then welcome to message me about the situation if they ever get to that point so we know what happened especially if it's a 'the morning after' type of thing)

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

As long as they're consenting adults 18+ type deals the age gap means nothing (Pierre is nearly 200 years old the man is ancient lmao)

Are you selective when shipping?

I ship based on chemistry 95% of the time but I also ship based on how well they look together cause I am a little weird about it so yeah I probably am selective xD

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I don't write them past a certain point so it never really gets that far?

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Not at all! I ship based on chemistry so if they have chemistry, I am down!

How often do you like to ship?

I love to ship all the time

Are you multiship?

Multiship/multiverse I'm open to cheating, open relationships, poly (but it has to be 1 mun and myself writing them. I refuse to write poly with multiple people)

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Probably more or less? I prefer the ship build up then be immediate (doesn't mean feelings can't develop quickly I just prefer they beat around the bush a bit lol)

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

Vox and Arackniss (they're my town bikes lol)

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Tell me because when it comes to Pierre I won't make the first move. I rather let people that want to interact come to him because I get weird and anxious about my OC xD

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

This is My Hazbin Hotel Master-list I

This is a link to my Helluva Boss Master-list List

Submissions are Open,

But very full, so be patient.

I do withhold the right to say no to a request for any reason.

If I do accept your request, it'll take time for me to do it, so just hold tight.

What I wont write

Graphic violence or abuse.

Graphic sexual abuse.

I don't do X female Reader. I just don't.

Ships between characters

Headcanons

Brutal Overlord S/O

S/O who was a beloved dictator when alive

Accidentally hitting there S/O during a fight

Arackniss has a nightmare.

Male Musician Overlord S/O

Reaction to there S/O coming home wounded.

Having a Spa day with there S/O

Asking out there crush

With S/o who just left an abusive relationship

Asking out there crush

Super celebrity, singer S/o

Valentino, Vox, velvet poly with Overlord S/O

Finding an abandoned baby Imp

Ancient demon lord S/o

Sinner who out flirts Valentino

With Very affectionate hellhound S/o

Someone roofying there S/o's drink

NSFW Headcanons with a male reader

Male reader getting your male S/O pregnant (Male Pregnancy)

Comforting Your S/O after a nightmare

Artistic S/o who's hands get damaged beyond repair

Taking care of your sick lover

Them becoming a parent

Powerful S/O who forces reformation

Pulling a break up prank

With a son Headcanon

With a Vampire S/O

With Easily flustered assassin S/O

Lucifer & Lilith with the physical embodiment of hell

S/O banished from heaven for secretly indulging in sin

Telling there S/O 'I Love You' for the first time

Alastor with Vampire S/O

Reaction to there S/O getting hit-on in front of them

Pentious reaction to his egg boi calling his S/O Daddy.

With there Punk child

Angel Dust with an Imp S/O.

Hazbin Hotel reaction to really sweet sinner with a violent, powerful split personality.

Overlords with S/O who's true form is the Tarraque.

The first date

With The Prince of Hell

Alastor realizing he's fallen in love

Angel with S/O who is beaten by Valentino for staying loyal to Angel.

Cherri Bomb with Nerdy male S/O

Reaction to there S/O choking

With a secret Musician S/O who suffered abuse

Charlie helping her little brother tell there parents he's pregnant. (Mpreg)

With S/O who is insecure about there Curly hair

There reaction to there baby boy being able to duplicate.

Alastor with Male S/O who has no idea who he is.

I'm so... so sorry Darling.

Merry Christmas Darling~

I'm Sorry, My Love... I never mean to hurt you...

With an ancient primal God of the underworld S/O

Reacting to there S/O chocking

Alastor with S/o who has a tail.

With a Siren reader

With an S/O that's much shorter then them

With Low Maintenance S/O

Eldritch horror

With S/O that came home and just needs a long hug.

With a really loving and sweet S/O.

Shy Submissive male S/O with a Sugar mama

Reaction to their baby boy being able to duplicate.

Yandere Angel Dust's reaction to his S/O moaning out someone else's name.

How Alastor and Stolas use there powers to mess with their S/O

Two sides of the same board

Hazbin hotel family finding out your Girlfriend Abuses you

Political Cold Feet

Cuddles with Overlords because it's cold outside.

Sub Pentious X Male Dom Reader

"Are you sure you live in Hell? Because I could swear I'm seeing something straight out of heaven."

Valentino x Fallen Angel reader

Their reaction to finding reader singing a jazzy tune

With a male human hula dancer S/O that enjoys dancing for them.

With a priest that went to Hell.

Dom Angel Dust x Male Reader

Vox x Dominant Imp S/O

Valentino x Oblivious Male Reader

Valentino being possessive out on a date

Their reaction to an S/O that cares more about romance then Sex

With a Yandere Goetia Reader

Mini-Fics

The Little Spider and The Pornstar series

The Little Spider and The Pornstar

I'm so... So sorry Darling series

I'm so... so sorry Darling.

Darling, Please...

Run In

I will update this with my works as I release them. As well as any big updates I think Y'all should know.

[yostresswritinggirl]

I KNEW IT! It did feels odd when I wrote down the Cylou poly scenario...I left her out too much- it wasn't my intention to do so I swear 😭!!! So, as an apology, I'll make a short drabble for it. Also, I'm delighted you appreciate my scenarios maybe I'll feed you more of those💗:

Imagine, back in ancient civilizations in the desert of Sumeru, when it hasn't in peril yet. There's an annual celebration that commemorates the existence of the Goddess of Flowers (Which is Nilou's incarnation, if I'm not mistaken), Lady Rukkhadevata's familiar knows how much the Goddess of flowers loves and cherishes the art of any form, whether it's abstract or physical. But what the goddess of flowers enjoys the most is partaking in a dance surrounded by her beloved creations.

The reader wants to make something special for her day and use what she fancies to their advantage. Even if it means, costing their dignity. You see, the familiar doesn't know how to dance, they first thought about the art of dance was embarrassing until they sighted the Lady of flowers dancing gracefully in the pristine Oasis. They couldn't get their eyes off the goddess, as if they were hypnotized by the way her dance progresses so elegantly and eloquently. To be fair, it was an entrancing dance they've gazed at. And so, they want to make an effort to make the Deity to be pleased with their efforts.

Familiar!Reader wanted Kasala's help (It's the priest's name, right?) but they know they don't have any knowledge regarding the art of dance, so they use their all-knowing power to sneak glances at the people who are dancing in the street of the land of Wisdom, and maybe gaining an inspiration from it.

On the day of celebration, when the moon was out and the stars shine radiantly above them, it was time for the reader to show the deity of flowers (as well as the audience) what they rehearsed millions of times. Taking a breath before letting every fiber of their body flows like the gentle tide. During the reader's performance, the Lady of flowers was impressed and can't help but feel astonished at someone like the reader (who mostly focuses on knowledge) who has the courage nor the talent to even perform the artistry of dance besides the deity herself. It also takes a lot of courage to dance in front of a whole crowd. Plus, since I add the Peacock ordeal, I think the Deity would be even more mesmerized.

After the performance, the reader went to their lover, Kasala, and buried their cherry-looking expression on the curve of his neck. While Kasala praised the reader, the deity of flowers went up to them and compliment the familiar for their performance, she can tell that the reader works hard on the dance that has been exhibited prior. As a gratuity, the Deity of flowers gave a Padisarah and decorate it on the reader's hair. Giving them a farewell, the deity wished to see them both again and hoped for the reader to join her in their pastimes.

Centuries later, its Nilou's birthday, and the reader desired to emulate the dance that they rehearsed for the Goddess of Flowers since they're the same person, but with a touch of new sets of dance steps. While the Reader is performing, Nilou watched the reader with a tinge of familiarity and warmth. Cyno turn his head onto his lover and saw droplets of tears running down her charming feature.

"Love, what's the matter? What's got you crying?" Cyno gently swipes his thumb on her face to wipe the tears as an act of comfort.

"These are just the tears of happiness, Cyno. Do not worry."

BONUS:

Cyno: Duck...

Nilou: Duck...

Reader: Peacock!

Tighnari: [Name], that's not how you play it!

Hope you enjoy it 💜💙🤍💚

—ER💗

Oh you're okay, sweetie! It is quite hard to write poly ships sometimes since you have to consciously make sure they're both getting equal the love! BUT THIS ONE YES, THIS IS SO GOOD, I APPROVE OF THIS VERY MUCH AAAAAA

While I was reading this omg I actually thought of the peacock motif and then remembered the peacock courtship/mating dance, and omayghad that works perfectly! This works so beautifully! And them recreating it in Nilou's birthday must make it just as elegant! It's like first love all over again for Nilou aw

And the bonus hah Tighnari must be so fed up with those three

[hannah-deserved-better]

One-shot, art and short fic dice chooser

This is a menu of my one-shot and short fic set ups. Everything is decided by a collection of DnD dice. These are for my own fic writing purposes but people are free to make requests of me, or to use the dice set up themselves. But when making requests of me, please be aware that the following are MY pairings and the pairings I am willing to work with, I’m not willing to work with anything not on here. many of these are rare pairs because I am a rare pair shipper. Also, I do not ship Destiel, wincest, Bagginshield, Kiliel, or Durincest. Also, I do not write hardcore smut. I do write sex scenes but they are not graphic.

Please feel free to use this generator and adapt it to your own needs, but please give me, the creator, credit because it took me an entire day to create.

                                            Verse 

Use a 6 sided dice

Supernatural/Buffy/X-files verse AU

Hobbit/LOTR Verse AU

Star Trek verse AU

Kenshin verse AU

Drizzt Verse AU

Historical Verse au (roll a D12 to determine)

 Prehistoric  Ancient Times (10,000-1 BCE) Late Antiquity (1 CE-400) Early medieval (400-900) High middle ages (900-1200) Late middle ages (1200-1500) 16 and 17th century 18th century 19th century 1900-1930s 1930-1950s 1950-1990s

                                        Fandom and ship choosing

Ship menu 12 side dice for fandom + 10 side dice for pairing or standalone character + four sided dice for POV

                                          Hanstiel OTP ship: 

Castiel/Hannah 

Castiel/Sam/Hannah

Castiel/Hannah/Meg

Castiel/Sam/Meg/Hannah

Hanstiel squared

                                                  SPN: pair

Megstiel 

Sastiel 

Claire/Kaia, 

Sam/Eileen

Dean/Jo

Charlie/Meg

Gabriel/Rowena

Castiel/Kelly Kline 

                              Spn poly pairs/stand alone characters

Dean/Benny/Jo, 

Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy

Sam/Gabriel/Eileen 

Garth/Aaron bass/Kevin Tran 

Sam/Gabriel/Rowena/Eileen

Jack, 

Crowley

                                                 X-files: 

Mulder/Scully, 

Skinner

                                                  Buffy: 

Angel/Buffy, 

Willow/Tara, 

Faith/Spike, 

Xander/Oz

                                      Star Trek TNG: 

Picard/Crusher, 

Riker/Troi, 

Worf/Klingon/Romulan OC, 

Geordi/Male Romulan OC, 

Data/Android OC, 

Guinan, 

Wesley

                                     Star Trek DS9: 

Sisko/Kassidy, 

O’Brien/Keiko, 

Kira/Odo, 

Jadzia/Bashir, 

Jadzia/Kira, 

Bashir/Garak), 

Jake Sisko/Ziyal, 

Rom/Leeta, 

Quark, 

Nog

                                         Star Trek VOY: 

Janeway/Chakotay, 

Doctor/Seven, 

B’Elanna/Tom/Harry, 

Tuvok, 

Neelix

                                            Hobbit: 

Thorin, 

Thranduil, 

Bilbo, 

Fili/OC, 

Kili/OC, 

Legolas/Tauriel

                                                LOTR: 

Aragorn, 

Faramir, 

Boromir

                                                     Drizzt: 

Drizzt

                                                   Kenshin: 

Kenshin/Kaoru, 

Sanosuke/Megumi

                                             Genres: 

8 sided dice

Angst

Romance

Platonic 

Hurt/comfort 

Suspense/horror 

Fluff 

Seasonal theme

Dystopia/apocalypse 

                                              Settings 

20 sided dice 

In town

At home

At the mall/market 

Coffee shop

Restaurant

At work

At school 

Forest 

Park 

Body of water

Mountain or hill

Plains, tundra 

Hot climate 

Cold climate 

Traveling 

Farm

Music/art venue

Urban setting 

Rural setting 

Underground 

                                      Tropes and prompts: 

100 sided and 10 sided dice

Crime 

Sick fic

Injury

Snowed in

Survival

Poverty 

Wealthy 

High school/college

Pirate/at sea

Normal every day life

Cooking together 

Holiday 

Assassin 

Shopping together 

 Casefic

Dogs

Cats 

Farm animals 

Temporary disability 

Amnesia

Music 

Art 

Party, dance club 

Hunting 

Villain 

First date

First kiss 

First time sex

Pregnancy/adoption or childfree status

Wedding 

Engagement 

Moving in together 

Paranormal creature

Monster 

Demons

Angels

Borg 

Dominion

Romulan 

Klingon 

Bajoran 

Cardassian 

Hobbit

Dwarf 

Elf 

Drow 

Going on vacation 

Bath/shower 

Game night 

Plague

Brothel

Identity exploration 

Agriculture work 

Fashion 

Magic 

Natural disaster 

Storm

Zombies 

Mermaids 

Garden/flower shop

Trying to get a job

Historical/modern/futuristic theme

Stalker 

A bully 

Abuse 

Body confidence 

Neglect 

In pain 

Drug abuse 

Sex work 

Road trip

Camping 

Martial arts class

Sports team

Battle scene 

Friend date 

Girls/guys day out

Gambling problem 

Birds

Reptiles 

Fish and sea life

Amphibians

Bugs

Mammals 

Astronomy/Star gazing

Geology 

Paleontology 

Archaeology

History 

Cultural anthropology 

Religion 

Gender exploration 

An ex returns 

Technology 

Working in a factory 

Tyrant/dictator 

War

Gangs and organized crimes

Weapon of mass destruction attack

Alien attack

[heamarvel]

Introducing the Harlequin Hoopla!

We here at Marvel HEA HQ believe in love - obviously - and we adore celebrating it. In order to help the Marvel fandoms (all of them) do just that, we’ve created a prompt fest for the month of February to celebrate that love is love is love. 

Harlequin has been a brand synonymous with love stories for over 50 years, so we decided to take a little inspiration from them for this fest. For those who aren’t familiar, Harlequin publishes books in separate lines - and each line has specific things about it. They have a line of all suspenseful stories, one of all stories set in Amish country, one where all the books are over 300+ pages, etc. 

So, we’re going to have 4 “Lines” - separate prompt categories - for you to choose from as you create. Each line has a daily prompt and you can mix/match cards as much as you’d like. 

SuperRomance: Any rating, fics need to be longer than 3k, mood boards must have 8 images and original art must be complete.

Presents: Any length, size or completion status, but must be rated M or E

Romance: Any length, size or completion status, but MUST be fluff focused and be rated G or T

Suspense: Any length, size or completion status, any rating. These are all action or supernatural prompts. 

Rules: 

Basically, none. We ask that you post your prompt on or after the day it corresponds to (in your time zone is fine). The collection will open late on Jan 31 (EST) to start posting Feb 1 prompts. We ask a minimum fill of 500 words per prompt, with the exception of the SuperRomance prompts, which are to be a minimum of 3k or longer. You can start anytime.

Anyone who completes 5 or more prompts will get a participation badge and specific instructions on posting will be released closer to Jan 31. The event will run with 4 prompts for each day of February (and yes! that means that this is a Leap Year!)

Any Marvel ship is welcome - and poly ships are encouraged! - as well as any Marvel universe (MCU, 616, 3490, AoS, Daredevil, etc.) but remember that a Harlequin novel has to end with a Happily Ever After between the main protagonists! We also ask that the main rules from our Holiday Movie Challenge be respected: no underage sex, no romantic or sexual relationship of any kind between an underage person and an adult, and no glorification of N*zis if you write HTP or darker stories. Usual boundaries for age participation applies: 16+ for SFW content and 18+ for NSFW content - ages of consent and such vary so much from country to country, so we thank you for your understanding as we err on the sides of caution. 

Below you will find images containing the prompts for each category, as well as the prompts written out so that those who use dictation have access to them.

Links to our FAQ and other information can be found here!

Happy Creating!

SuperRomance (3k or longer, any rating)

First Date

Soulmates

Sheriff and Single Parent With Miscreant Kid

Friends to Lovers

Set in Space

Need to get married for an inheritance

Saved from a bad marriage

Accidental Pregnancy

Time travel

Highlander AU

Wrong food order

Lost pet

Jock & Nerd 

Valentine’s Day

Ancient Rome or Greece

Secret identity 

 War of the Roses

Hollywood Star

Modern Royalty 

Lead Ballerina & Major Donor

Rival scientists

Set in 19th century 

Fairytale re-telling

Reality TV

Artist & Model

Rival restaurant owners

Journalist

New neighbors

Opposing Counsel in a Court Case

Presents (Any length, rating M or E)

Friends to Lovers

Actor on a Western Set and “real cowboy”

Billionaire and mechanic

Both main characters in the military 

Secret baby

Enemies to lovers

Set in 1920s

Single parents who are enemies on the PTA

Soulmates

Political Marriage

 Wrong number

 Accidental poly  

Balcony Sex

Valentine’s Day

Lingerie

There’s only one bed

Bathtub

Threeway/Fourway (not established relationship)

Regency AU

Amnesia

Kink negotiations

First time

Married sex

Masquerade Ball 

Doctor/nurse

Broken bed

Hiding from kids

Model/Photographer

Secret Identity

Romance (Any length, but fluff focused, and closed door sex - rating is G or T)

Secret baby

Snow Angels

First Date

Meet at an animal shelter

1890s American West

 Wrong number

Enemies to lovers

Roommates

Only one bed

Caught in bad weather

First Anniversary 

Sentinel/Guide

High school sweethearts

Valentine’s Day

Pen pals

Boss & Secretary 

 Masquerade ball

 Library AU

 Soulmates

 Best Friends to Lovers

Hired date to a wedding

The Notting Hill set-up: “I spilled something on you, want to get cleaned up in my apartment?”

Set in Tudor England

Coffee Shop Meet Cute

Teacher / Parent

Holiday Celebration

Chef & Food Critic 

KidFic 

Home decorating

Suspense (supernatural/action, any rating)

A/B/O

Mob AU

Transformation

Virgin sacrifice

Shifters

Clans at War

Pirates

Body swap

Dragons

Wing!Fic

Star Athlete

Merpeople

Secret identity

Valentine’s Day

 Secret Service & President

 The Christmas Truce

 Ghost hunting

 Vampires

 Witness Protection

 Soulmarks

Tentacles

On the run

Demigods

Wizards

Race car driver

Time travel

Con artist and mark 

Rodeo

Fantasy AU

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WANTED PLOTS

Hello, I’m Rain/Rae (she/her). I’ve been doing the RP thing for at least a decade now. I haven’t been super active on tumblr as of late, but I am looking for more discord RPs so I’m back (sorta). I’m semi-selective and only looking to write with people 25 and up, with a preference for para/multi-para replies, but quality over quantity. Hoping to keep something going long term. I want a partner I can chat with ooc, share headcanons and plot with. I’ll probably send you pics of my kids, you can show off your dog or art or whatever. This is a hobby not a jobby, I won’t harass you for replies, and hopefully you won’t either.

Below the cut are plots or pairings I’m interested in exploring. That’s not to say I’m not open to other ideas, more a jumping off point for us. Hit me up if you’re intrigued! Or if you prefer just like or reblog this post and I’ll send you a message.

PLOT BUNNIES

Slice of Life plots. Give me: Long term couples with kids who are having doubts. Single parent falling for their kid’s nanny. Two people who travel for work often and the occasional run in turns into the occasional hook-up and now they’re coordinating lay-overs but they never discuss their home lives. Hook-ups with emotional pining. Slow burn and break my heart. 

Spy Thriller! Protégée/Mentor, rival assassins, or some other idea you want to throw my way. High tech gadgets, raised to be a weapon, mysterious backstories, contacts and safe houses around the world, secret codes, every interaction dripping with sexual tension but not an ounce of trust. ((Give me all the tropes, a dash of international intrigue, and let’s take down a human trafficking ring or two! Open to just playing BuckyNat, Clintasha, or Romanogers too.))

Muse A is an archaeologist, top name in their field. Muse B is a linguist at the dig site, on hand for translation assistance having grown up in the area. When Muse A uncovers a strange artifact Muse B quickly discovers this is only the first clue that leads the pair on an exciting adventure. But is everything as it seems or is there ancient magic at work? ((This could go in so many directions, historical treasure hunt, a mission from the gods, an Indiana Jones-esqu adventure, Let’s figure it out together!))

I’ve always wanted to try a plot where we each create a character, but keep them a secret from each other, essentially go into the RP blind. We can keep it simple with a new neighbors plot or ride share road trip arranged on Craigslist like it is 2007. I imagine we could each bring in a few (secret) plot drops that drag up something from our character’s past or disrupt the status quo with an accident, we can pull those at random as the RP goes on to keep things from getting stale. ((Okay, I’ve done this twice now and it’s a blast! Please pick this up you won’t be disappointed.))

Muse A is a reaper/angel of death working alone for a millennia and perfectly content with the status quo, Muse B was supposed to die but instead simply walked through the veil and didn’t move on. Turns out this is starting to happen around the world with no explanation. Suddenly Muse A finds themself working with a partner as they both try to uncover the reason the dead are locked out of the afterlife. Muse B is processing their “death”, what they’ve left (or gained), and where they’re going next. ((Come plot this out with me! Let’s talk philosophy, world religions, the afterlife, and grumpy grim reapers))

Ask me about Arabella Figg.

FANDOMS:

I’m equally happy to create OCs or write characters from a couple fandoms. I mostly stick to writing HP and Marvel, I’m open to anything from rewriting Endgame to a Raising Harry Wolfstar, additionally any of the above plots could be a starting point. Honestly, if you wish it I’m probably game. I’m DYING to write Natasha.

Come and chat! We can compare ships and preferred characters and figure out what we want to write together.

MISCELLANEOUS WORD VOMIT:

LGBTQ+ friendly. I’m 31 and will only write with 25+. No triggers but I’ll be mindful of yours. Smut or FTB your pick. I’m open to multiple threads and multiple characters. Only looking for Discord threads at this time. Poly ships a plus.

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HPHM Profile - Luca Fawley

This template was posted by  @Hogwartsmysterystory and it looks pretty awesome. I might just go ahead and use it for the whole damn Fawley family. But let’s start with Luca. I’ll try to stay true to canon while still respecting the “Remembrance” timeline’s ideas.

(That eye color edit looks so bad omg) 

Identity

Name: Luca Jude Fawley

Gender: A-Gendered.

Age: 17 as of Year 6.

Birth Date: December 26th, 1972

Species: (Human, Lycanthrope, Metamorphmagus, Vampire, etc) Human, Wizard. 

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual.

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Ethnicity: Biracial, half Scottish and half Iranian.

Nationality: British. 

Residence: The Black Sand Apothecary, in a place called Dulcimer Beach.

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INFP. 

The Mage

1st Wand:Hazel and Unicorn Hair, 10 1/4 Inches, Swishy. This wand was owned by Nina, Luca’s mother. It was given to them after Jacob’s disappearance rendered Nina unable to use her magic anymore. It was just before Luca went to Hogwarts, where they used Nina’s wand until it was broken by Rakepick. 

2nd Wand:Cedar and Unicorn Hair, 11 3/4 Inches, Pliant. This wand was fashioned by Rowan before they came to Hogwarts, but it never “chose” them. It did choose Luca though, in fifth year, just in time for Luca to need another. Rowan could not be happier at this turn of events, and Luca feels as though it’s an honor they don’t deserve. 

Animagus: Black Cat.

Misc Magical Abilities: (Legilimen, Seer, Parselmouth, Obscurial, etc) Luca has extreme proficiency in all types of mental magic - Legilimency, Occlumency, Memory Charms, etc - due to a Dark Curse they inherited. A Curse that has plagued the Fawley family for generations. They also have a magical eye, similar to Moody’s, that replaced their left eye at age thirteen. 

Boggart Form: For Years 1-5 it was Jacob, embodying all of Luca’s subconscious uncertainties about him. Post-Portrait Vault, it became Merula getting tortured. 

Riddikulus Form: Usually nothing. Luca struggles to find humor in their anxieties, and they don’t stand much chance facing a Boggart alone.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Luca’s hair has a distinctly cinnamon-like scent, so probably that. 

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Cat fur, Pine Trees, and Cloves. 

Patronus: Cat. Specifically, it takes the form of Luca’s cat, Mitten.

Patronus Memory: Either the Celestial Ball, or the time they reconciled with Rowan after a feud about Ben, and cuddled them in cat-form. 

Mirror of Erised: After Chapter 18, I’ll give you one guess. They want their best friend back. They want to take back what happened in the forest. 

Specialized/Favorite Spells:The Patronus Charm, the Tickling Charm, and the shrinking Charm. 

Appearance

Faceclaim: Keanu Reeves. 

Game Appearance:

This is pretty much their mood half the time. 

Height: 5′8.

Weight:141 lbs.

Physique: Very skinny and small, overall scrawny. 

Eye Colour: Naturally dark brown, but their left eye is a bright blue prosthetic.

Hair Colour: Dark brown. 

Skin Tone: Olive skin.

Body Modifications: The Magical Eye replace their left eye, and their right hand has a birthmark of a black star, known as the Mark of Despair. A byproduct of the curse placed on the Fawleys. 

Scarring: They still have a few faint pockmark scars on their neck and shoulders from when The Fawleys all caught dragon pox in Luca’s childhood. But these can only be seen under the light.

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?) Luca has a tendency to travel light, but they’re also an emotional sap. They carry their wand, the clothes on their back, and “Beatrice Jr.” the puffskein that Beatrice made for them. After the events of the forbidden forest, they also start carrying Rowan’s cracked glasses. 

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie.

Affiliations/Organizations: Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, Curse-Breaking Apprentices, The Circle of Khanna

Professions: I see Luca eventually becoming a teacher at Hogwarts, as the permanent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Can also see Talbott and Penny working alongside them in Transfiguration and Potions, respectively. 

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies: (OWL Grade or ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆)

Astronomy: Poor.

Charms: Outstanding.

DADA: Exceeds Expectations.

Flying:(N/A. I refuse to accept that Flying has an O.W.L exam.) 

Herbology: Poor.

History of Magic: Acceptable. 

Potions: Acceptable.

Transfiguration:Acceptable. 

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding.

Ancient Runes: Acceptable.

Quidditch: Chaser. 

Extra Curricular: Luca tutored students in Charms, and spent a lot of time doing volunteer work in the Creature Reserve.

Favourite Professors: Flitwick, Mcgonagall, and at one point, Rakepick.

Least Favourite Professors: Dumbledore, Snape, Sprout

Relationships

Brother: Jacob. Luca’s favorite person in the entire world. As Luca grew up, Jacob’s disappearance and the subsequent investigation of his actions led to a serious re-evaluation of their relationship. But ultimately, Jacob was always fighting to protect his sibling.

Misc Siblings: Gail, Luca’s twin sister. Depending on which AU we’re talking about, a lot of different things could have happened to her. She could be still-born. She could be raised apart from Luca. She could grow up beside them. She could take their place as the HPHM protagonist. Take heed, anyone writing twin OCS...all these different paths are going to confuse the hell out of you.

Father: Eric Fawley, who died of a Dragon Pox fever when Luca was seven. Though they were still very young when they lost him, Luca and their father had a positive relationship and Eric’s temperament is probably the closest to Luca’s out of anyone else in the family.

Mother: Nina Fawley, formerly Nina Greengrass. She and Luca always had a positive relationship as they were growing up. For the most part, Nina usually appeared to be a pleasant person. However, she also had skeletons in her closet, and as the years went by her mask began to slip. 

Love Interest: Canonically? It’s very likely going to wind up being Merula. She hasn’t been cut from the dating quests yet and I’m an absolute sucker for their dynamic. Merula is lashing out because she’s in pain, but Luca is Healer...otherwise, I really like Luca/Tulip, as well as a poly-ship between those three characters called the Trouble Trio. A small sliver of my heart has also started shipping Luca with Skye as well. Basically, I’m an indecisive bean - but since I’m keeping this as close to canon as possible, let’s say Merula.

Best Friends: By the end of their first Hogwarts term, Luca had formed a true squad with Rowan, Penny, Chiara, and Tonks. The four of them teamed up to trade off sleeping beside Luca each night, to help soothe Luca’s night terrors and insomnia. Luca also saw Ben as a little brother from a young age.

Rival: Ironically enough, it wasn’t Merula. Their rivalry with her was always one-sided. Luca saw far too much of Jacob in Merula, to ever have in them to sincerely dislike her. The only person Luca felt a legitimate rivalry with growing up was Diego. Their personalities just did not click well, and it wasn’t until the N.E.W.T. years that they were able to get past it and find common ground.

Enemy: R of course, has become the deadly enemy that Luca does not understand, but knows they must be defeated. If you were to ask though, Luca’s immediate answer would be Rakepick. There was a time when Luca saw her as a mother figure. But now...after everything she’s done...she needs to die. 

Dorm-mates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?) Rowan, Murphy, Diego. Though Luca also frequently sleeps in the Girl’s Dormitory with Penny, Skye, Tonks, and Chiara. 

Pets:Mitten the snowy cat. Merula also has a black cat of her own called Bitten. 

Closest Canon Friends: Rowan, Penny, Tonks, Chiara, Ben, Jae. 

Closest MC Friends: This one always makes me shy, because I don’t want to be presumptuous, but some of my favorite MC’s that I’ve seen that I bet Luca would get along with are @missnight0wl​ @thewasp1995​ @back-on-my-tulula-shiz​ @dat-silvers-girl​  @salaofthenight​ and @weirdcursedvaultkid​

Background/History

Luca was the child of two Healers that met at St. Mungo’s before starting an Apothecary together. Luca saw a lot of their grandparents on Eric’s side, but never met Nina’s family as she was estranged from them. 

Luca knew Jae when they were very young - Jae was friends with Jacob prior to his disappearance. Jacob and Jae would combine their efforts to make mischief, and Luca would never approve. They had a falling out with Jae not long before Jacob vanished, and they maintained an uneasy distance until fifth year, where the kitchen detentions saw a reconciliation between the two of them. 

The Fawley family was notoriously unlucky, and known for madness. Alice Fawley, Luca’s aunt, went insane after she was tortured by Bellatrix. In the last two years of his life, Eric had a breakdown and cut off his own hand in an attempt to remove the curse. But the Mark of Despair simply reappeared on his remaining hand. 

After Jacob disappeared, Luca had a mental breakdown and for years, they could not recall the day that their brother vanished. In the years to come, Flitwick would give them a Pensieve to help them sift through all the turmoil in their head. Luca would eventually learn that their inability to recall the day Jacob disappeared was due to a memory charm placed on them by an unknown entity, perhaps Jacob himself. 

Personality

In some ways, Luca is healthier than most people because they are quite emotionally open and not afraid to express their feelings, but know how to do so in an appropriate fashion. They’re also empathetic and able to show kindness and listen when another person needs to express feelings.

In other ways, Luca is a mess. They’re extremely depressed and this interferes with their productivity and relationships. They’re prone to having breakdowns of crying at any emotional shift. They have low self-esteem and tend to believe that they are worthless or a burden. 

That said, they appreciate their friends and loved ones more than they can ever convey. To a fault, even. Not only is Luca loyal, but they are highly forgiving of a person’s flaws if it is someone they care about. One could call it enabling, as they are rarely bothered by offenses that such people commit against them. 

Luca also has a very merciful attitude. Day one, even though they knew it was Merula who blew up their cauldron, they said nothing and simply took the fall, apologizing to Snape. However, once Luca has been pushed to a breaking point, they can show a surprising amount of backbone. It just takes a lot to get this out of them. 

Luca has a nurturing nature and a tendency to reach out to underdogs, to care for those in need. This is what drew them to Ben, Merula, Orion, and Beatrice. Though Luca never holds anger in their heart, the quickest way to see them get angry is to hurt or abuse one of these outcasts that Luca cares for. Part of the reason they become so disillusioned with Dumbledore is because he is in a position of educational power, and the longer Luca attends Hogwarts, the less it seems to them that Dumbledore has any interest in doing his job with integrity. 

Misc

Not going to get too much into Fawley family head-canons, since I’ll save that for a different post. But I think Luca was raised Jewish. 

They’re lactose intolerant. 

Their favorite flower is the chamomille, which is the type of tea they prefer.

They’ve always been Pro-Muggle, though they don’t know the first thing about muggle culture. 

Luca never truly wanted to be a Curse-Breaker. It just seemed like a necessary skill-set to learn to find Jacob, and break the Fawley curse.

They’ve known they were trans for as long as they could remember. 

They have exceptional abysmal unique skills at naming. Examples include “Barnaby Jr” the Bowtruckle and “Penny Jr” the Abraxan. 

They are ambidextrous. 

Despite being a mellow person, Luca is oddly drawn to people who are trouble. If a person is problematic, chaos-aligned, or just an overall disaster of a human being, there’s a greater chance that Luca will find them attractive. 

They suspected Rowan of being R for a while, much to their own guilt. It led to a feud, but they made up and were closer than ever.

On the other hand, they never suspected Ben, not even when he was unmasked as the Red Cloak. Luca just had a gut feeling that it was too easy, that it was a setup. But Rakepick saving their life cemented her as an ally in Luca’s eyes...that did not end well. 

Luca never wanted to be a Prefect, but Rowan and Flitwick talked them into it. 

They vastly prefer Wizard’s Chess to Gobstones, something they have in common with Murphy. 

They have an unfortunate tendency to unconsciously project familial roles onto people. Bill and Orion were substitutes for Jacob,  Flitwick was a substitute father figure, and for a time, Rakepick substituted for Luca’s absentee mother. 

Did I miss anything? Hope you guys like it! Should I post others for the Fawley family? 

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Wondrous Tails: Listening to Music / Polyamory Discussion

This is going to be my last official prompt entry for the Wondrous Tails of FFXIV event. It's been an absolute blast, and I suppose no better way then to cap it off on a dual prompt my bingo board just gave me. With my Bard. And the weird road he's taken to get here.

  Time Frame: Post Canon (years after Shadowbringers) Very minimal spoilers.

Notes: All characters are aged up. Mentioned possible poly relationship between my WoL and the twins. No, there won't be incest, ship what you like but I still don't think it fits the twins' personalities.

Also I have no idea how I keep writing from Alisaie's perspective but it keeps happening and I'm not even going to argue at this point.

  Her brother was hopeless in matters of love. It was something Alisaie had long known about him, especially after having to endure the misplaced affections of several of his numerous crushes in the Studium. But watching him around Alvaar was borderline painful by proxy at times.

She’d thought it odd, the way he had immediately excused himself from the lavish hall of the Canopy as soon as Alvaar had taken up his harp and the amused snort the Bard made as he left. Yet another inside joke between them it seemed, and again one she hadn’t the faintest what it meant.

Having heard Alvaar’s music many times before she knew it wasn’t that he was terrible. In fact, his cheeky quip of being a ‘Bard of Bards’ sounded fairly accurate as she’d seldom met anyone rivaling the pull and sway of that skilled tenor and accompanying harp. Music hadn’t been any form of her specialty or interest in her studies, but she knew enough to tell when someone was good. Hells any random passerby who stopped in could tell that he was exceptional. A fair few had even found a seat and ordered food and drink to enjoy while they waited out yet another of Gridania’s torrential downpours.

Perhaps it was given his long years as a Bard of battle, raising voice and lyre to inspire and weave bolstering magic with his allies, which lent a persuasive pull to his songs. There was a... sincerity, she supposed. Buried deep in every tune ringing off strings and lyrics resonating in his voice. Age old stories and memories wrapped up in each song and if she closed her eyes it was almost as if she could see them herself.

Far off battles for ancient kingdoms. The journey and trials of heroes. The giddiness of a wild flight through open skies. The sorrow and determination of a Queen of ice.

And though there was no trace of Bardsong in his movements, no telltale hum of potent resonance as he wove supportive spells, she could vaguely read a subtle shift of aether. Not enough to invoke anything, but there nonetheless, shifting about him as if charmed by his song.

It explained a great deal she supposed, if his regular singing could tune and prime surrounding aether. Several of his clever tricks and impressive feats in their adventures made more sense if that were the case.

But even if she enjoyed his songs, it wasn’t in her nature to sit idle while the sun was still up. Rising to her feet after an hour she made for the door. A bit of rain didn’t mean she couldn’t explore the indoor market space or perhaps brush up a few skills in one of the practice yards.

It was just as she was clearing the door that a familiar shock of white caught her periphery, surprised to find her twin on the porch still, seated against the corner of the building and sketchbook on his lap. For a moment she pondered leaving him be before discarding the notion. What was the fun of that? Much more interesting to find if he would be too absorbed in his work to notice her approach when she doubled back to try the south exit and creep up over his shoulder that way.

“From memory, dear brother?” she asked abruptly as she studied his half-finished drawing, smirking as Alphinaud startled and almost dropped his charcoal stick. And even if he quickly and quite huffily clapped the book closed, they both knew the damage was done.

“Invasive as ever, dear sister,” he returned flatly.

“You know Alvaar would likely hold still for a portrait if you asked,” she commented lightly, leaning against the corner wall, and crossing her arms over her chest with a smug air.

“It’s just practice,” he murmured. “Nothing I would need him specifically for.”

“Mmm. So why, if I may ask, are you seated out here, in less than ideal conditions, sketching pictures of a man who’s been sitting fairly still and inside with better lighting?” she inquired.

“I like the peace and quiet actually, and ordinarily the privacy, but it seems rather lacking in it today,” he clipped back.

“Funny, I can still hear Alvaar just fine from here. Almost uncannily so...”

At that he merely shook his head and stared out over the lake the Roost overlooked, expression pensive and clearly not in the mood for their usual banter.

“... You should tell him you love him,” Alisaie stated after a moment, glancing down to meet his surprised stare. “Oh please... I’m your twin. I know you’ve been enamored with him longer than I have whether you want to admit it or not.”

A soft noise left his throat, trying for words and clearly meaning to protest before breathing out a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumping in defeat. It was probably one of the most miserable looks she’d seen on him in some time, and the notion of it grated on her nerves far more than she liked.

“And to what end?” he asked quietly. “I’ve no interest in hazarding the bonds we’ve built and driving a wedge between you and I, Alisaie. He seems quite taken with you, so I’ve no wish to jeopardize that for my own self-interest.”

“We’re casual. There’s nothing there for you to jeopardize,” the Red Mage answered simply.

“But you wish there were,” he returned promptly, meeting her gaze with a moment of resigned and knowing maturity.

It was enough to still her reflexive scoff and the lie that wanted to spring from her tongue. Damn it. Even after all these years he still had those moments of being infuriatingly mature. “... I do,” she answered.

“Then I’m not about to hazard that,” he stated firmly.

Sighing deeply, she lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose a moment. “Alphinaud... just because we’re minutes apart does not make me a child needing to be coddled from the world. Don’t sacrifice your own happiness because you believe mine more deserving. I’m a grown woman, I will be able to handle whatever he may choose.”

Silence filled the space between them, only accented by the hiss of rain and distant hum of harp and voice. Brow knitting in irritation as her brother continued to stay mired in his thoughts with no sign of changing his mind, she blew out a slow sigh for patience.

“Who’s to say he picks either of us anyway? .... Who’s to say he won’t pick us both?” she tosses out flippantly.

“Begging your pardon?!” Alphinaud blustered, staring at her in stupefied surprise.

Giving a one-armed shrug she gestured vaguely with her other hand. “I’m just saying that historically, things tend to work out where Alvaar is concerned. You never quite know how they will until they do, but neither will you find out just sitting around being miserable. And I’m not about to thank you for martyring your own feelings on my behalf, Alphinaud. You’re my brother. My twin. The one constant I can count on if no one else. If the world threatening to end several times hasn’t managed to change that, what makes you think the Warrior of Light could either?”

Glancing at him and the sincere surprise and sentiment in his eyes she looked away with a huff, resettling her stance to ease some of the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Do you mean that?” he asked softly.

“Of course I do and you know it. ... Besides, we’ve shared everything else most of our lives. If we could manage to handle sharing Angelo growing up, I think we could manage this too,” she reasoned casually.

“A dog is a far cry from a mutual boyfriend, Alisaie,” Alphinaud mumbled, face staining a bit red even just speaking of it.

“Well it would certainly make a more sensible reason for sharing the same house now wouldn’t it?” she teased, flashing him a grin at the inside joke.

Blinking at her in puzzlement for a moment, he finally gave a soft chuckle when it clicked. “You still remember that? Gods that was... over a decade ago now I think,” he mused tapping at his chin with a knuckle in thought.

“Of course. And I’m still just as intent on spiting that old bat now as I was then,” Alisaie confirmed.

She could still remember with perfect clarity the words Alphinaud had thrown back at their first instructor. An overly prim and proper Roegadyn woman who had picked and pried at them during and after lessons for always being together. ‘What will you do when you’re grown and married?’ she’d challenged them one day, haughty toned and dismissive as she’d stared down at them. ‘We’ll all live in the same house together of course!’ he’d shot back angrily, as if it were the most obvious solution in the world. Because at the time, and to them, it was.

If they weren’t meant to be together, two sides of a coin, why be born twins at all?

Giving an amused snort at the memory she pushed herself upright fully and stretched. “Maybe we can get another dog too. That would be nice.”

“You’re serious?” Alphinaud asked, tone still wary with disbelief.

“Sure. If you pay for it, I may even let you name it this time.”

“Not about the dog, Alisaie,” he sighed, ruffling his hair in exasperation. “You know what I meant.”

“I meant what I said Alphinaud. If you can be fine with whatever outcome happens, I can be fine with it to. If he picks you, or me, neither of us, or even both of us. It won’t change anything between us,” she answered firmly. “But if you don’t tell him because you’re worried about me, I’ll never let you hear the end of it.”

Sitting back against the wall, the Scholar made a slight face at the threat before he looked thoughtful instead of withdrawn. “I’ll... consider it.”

That was progress of some form at least she supposed, and that would have to do for now.

“Very well! But note I do demand payment for my invaluable advice,” she intoned haughtily, drawing herself up grandly before striding away. “Finish up that portrait and leave it in my inn room before sundown and I’ll waive my travel expenses too. If you need me, I’ll be in the markets.”

She didn’t need to look back to know the put-upon expression he’d be making. Just as she knew that half-finished picture of the Bard would be complete and on her bedside table when she retired to it.

    “Hey Ali!” Alvaar greeted her cheerily, face flushed from liquor and a slight slur on his words. He was sitting at a table when she arrived back to the Roost during sunset, leaned heavily against the furniture and various bottles littering around him.

“What did you do?” she asked flatly, hands settling on her hips as she surveyed the scene disapprovingly.

“Nothin! Just... playin and singin and need booze fer my throat,” he chirped, smiling brightly.

“And about drunk off your arse. Come on, let’s get you to bed, it’s getting late.” Stepping closer she moved to help him up but stopped when he pressed a hand to her arm and held fast.

“Nah... ahm good. Dun worry bout me,” he soothed, smiling warmly. “Help will be along soon. Always does when I stop playin.”

Raising a brow at him, she sighed and opted to humor him. While she could certainly haul him to bed with the wiry strength she’d gained with her growth spurt and years of Red Mage training, trying to force Alvaar into anything when he didn’t want to was a recipe for failure. And bruises, as she’d learned once before on accident.

Grabbing up the empty bottles she took them to the counter for disposal, perking up at Alvaar’s next enthusiastic greeting while the proprietress made off with the bottles.

“Hey Alphi!”

Turning to watch her brother finally make his appearance from the stairs, she stayed put at the bar and waited. Noting the way Alvaar brightened in that quiet way of his, nodding and answering whatever questions Alphinaud had for him. The way her twin’s expression softened with a lovesick fondness even as he fretted over the Bard gently while Alvaar leaned into him for support instead of the table.

A few years ago, she’d spotted the easy trust between them. How they could speak without words almost as well as Alphinaud and she could. The confidence in each other and way they both eased when together. It had been an alien feeling, vexing in a way she couldn’t describe. Half worried she was losing her brother, and half convinced the flame of a crush she’d held for Alvaar was already a lost cause.

In some way she still worried, but if the many years fighting side by side against the threats of Source and Shards alike hadn’t diminished any of the bonds between them and only managed to strengthen them instead, she told herself there was little reason to pay it much mind.

“Ah, that’s a sight I haven’t seen in some time,” the Elezen woman behind the counter remarked softly, drawing Alisaie’s attention for a moment. She was an almost plain woman, with cropped ashen brown hair and simple dress, but the air of gentle confidence and friendliness was refreshing in a city that tended to huff at outsiders.

“A few years ago it would be almost weekly they would be here, Alvaar entertaining my patrons until he could barely stand, and young Alphinaud finally swooping in to see him off to bed like clockwork,” she mused aloud as if to no one in particular. “Alvaar used to get so sad when he played late into the night after he went to Ishgard. It was as if the sound of a broken heart was on those strings. It’s so nice that his music has its joy again.”

Blinking at her quietly for a moment, she looked back at the pair with a small nod. “Yea, it is,” she murmured.

“And they’ve grown up so much over the years too. Why, I remember when Alphinaud was still almost elbow height! And he used to boss our poor Bard around all the time and Taelis would get so furious with him he’d stomp out at all hours of the day. Of course, at the time Alvaar barely said a word so it was definitely on his behalf… It took Alvaar so long to come out of his shell from when he first arrived here, a fresh young Adventurer looking to help people. Oh, but then there was that nasty rumor in Ul’dah that had them both taking refuge here years ago… and then a few months after that Miss Y’shtola was recovering in one of our suites. They must have been sitting out here together until almost dawn waiting for her to wake up. They’ve been through here so much I almost can’t remember all the tales I’ve heard accompanying each visit...” she mused aloud, voice cheerful as she spoke of days long past.

There were a few beats of pointed silence that stretched between them, both watching silently as Alphinaud gathered Alvaar’s things for him and pressed the Bards harp into his hands so it could be dismissed dutifully.

“They love each other very much I think,” the proprietress mused aloud. “You can see it plain as day in how they look at each other.”

Feeling her heart sink at the ease of that statement and the truth in it, Alisaie looked away, starting to move before the woman spoke again.

“I wonder what adventures he must share with you, Alisaie, for him to look at you so lovingly as well.”

Turning abruptly to stare at her in surprise, she tried for words a moment and only managed a flustered, “W-how?”

Smiling at her kindly the woman raised a finger up with a gesture of confident intuition. “A Mother knows many things. She can always tell when one of her children is so genuinely in love.” Looking back at the pair fondly she continued. “I have always dearly wished for the happiness of the many adventurers and aspiring heroes who have found their way through these doors. So please, I ask you and Alphinaud both to take care of one of my dearest sons, as I know he will take care of you.”

Studying the gentle and proud demeanor of the woman in puzzlement, she was interrupted from whatever she might have said in reply by a loud cry of, “Ali!”

Looking over she noted her brother’s quiet amusement as Alvaar waved at her energetically in his liquor fueled excitement.

“Come on time for bed! I’m not going without you I told Alphi so!” Alvaar announced loudly, shifting his stance needlessly given the Scholar was mostly holding him up at this point anyway.

“Yes, I’m coming,” she called, casting a glance at the proprietress who still smiled at her fondly. Unable to think of anything to say she offered a nod, quickly making tracks as Alvaar whined her name again. Sweeping up under Alvaar’s other arm, she helped Alphinaud to carry his weight towards the suites. “Come on you, that’s enough yelling. Let’s get you to bed,” she chided.

“Okay!” the Bard chirped overly loud again. “Goodnight Mother Miounne!”

“Goodnight Alvaar! Pleasant dreams!” Miounne called fondly, watching the three make their way off to the stairs.

“Yes, you’ve all made Mother very proud indeed,” she murmured to herself fondly.

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

can you do a ship prompt for polypie but like mission goes super wrong and one actually dies for like real and,,, sadnesss

(First of all, I just wanna apologize to anon for how long this took?? I kept forgetting to take my medicine because I was off my medicine,,,It literally only took a few hours to write I was just too busy procrastinating and being gay (also adhd but shh.))

The Asylum Case

Rating: PG-13, SFW

Ship: Poly P.I.E. (Ghost/Toast/Spooker/Colon)

Warnings: Lots of angst, Major Character Death, Descriptions of intense pain, Sadness >:3 (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Summary: Ghost recounts exactly how he got into his current predicament, which is dying.

Word Count: 1,829

They’re approximately 30 minutes into the investigation when everything, in Ghost’s humble opinion, goes to shit. “But every P.I.E. investigation goes to shit!” you say. Yes, that is, in fact, true, but Ghost has decided that bleeding out on the floor - very slowly, might he add, which is decidedly not fun - constitutes the creation of a new category of “gone to shit”. “But,” you say, “Why not just respawn?” and again, usually, Ghost would do just that - but there’s just one issue; he can’t. Let’s rewind.

They entered the decrepit asylum, joking and teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company - unsuspecting of the horrors yet to come. Once they were inside, the ghost wasted no time in introducing itself; it screamed its sob-story from nowhere in particular, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down each corridor, all lined with empty cells. Ghost thought he heard sobbing from the one beside him, and so, using the keys the caretaker - who had been the one to call them to investigate, and who looked about as old and decrepit as the asylum - had given him, unlocked the door and (ignoring the disapproving sigh from Toast, and the alarmed yelps from the other two) entered. A girl sat huddled in the corner, long, matted, black hair cascading over her small form, blocking her face. Her tattered white dress hung loosely, and one sleeve slid from her small trembling shoulder as he approached and knelt down. A familiar dread washed over Ghost as he gently asked, “K-Katrina?”

Abruptly, the girl stopped shaking, before giggling once, twice, and then, neck cracking violently, her head shot up and she stared into his eyes with a wide, manic smile. He edged away, wondering why the others hadn’t entered, hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even made a sound since he’d approached Katrina, but he couldn’t look back, not now, because when he stumbled to his feet, backing away, she followed, neck craning oddly to one side. “Katrina-” he started, pleading, “Kat, hey, it’s me, Johnny! Remember?” He fumbled for the door handle, careening into the hall when it opened. No one else was there.

“Yessssss,” Katrina hissed, drawling, “I remember youuuu…” but she didn’t slow her advance; instead, she just kept hurtling towards him. As he ducked beneath a wild swing of her claw, he glimpsed it - the small, red, rope-pattern lines wrapping around her neck, exposed by its unnatural angle - and choked back a sob. “God, Kat, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry!” he heard himself plead. She didn’t seem to hear him, only muttered, “Johnny, Johnny, I remember, yes I remember Johnny. Johnny!” and took another swing. He scrambled back, gritting his teeth when a razor nail clipped his shoulder, and Katrina’s crazed grin widened. Something inside Ghost twitched at the sight, but he pushed it down, he didn’t have time to panic. “Toast?” he called as he scrambled down the empty hallways, “Spook? Colon?!”

No one answered, and Ghost felt his heart sink.

He fumbled with the keyring, detached it from his belt loop - which proved to be much more difficult while his hands shook violently - and jammed a key into the first lock he came across, throwing open the cell door and slamming it behind him, locking it back.

The old door’s hinges creaked dangerously with the force of Katrina’s hands slamming against it, and Johnny could only pray they didn’t give out under the stress. Slowly, the banging subsided and, hand over heart, he sighed in relief. Pulling out his phone, he hit Toast’s contact, and pulled the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. It clicked, and Toast’s blurted in a near-shout, “Sir, where the fuck are you?!” in the background he heard a short hysterical laugh, and Ghost felt one of his own bubble out past the tightness in his chest and the burning in his shoulder. “Just getting chased by a murderous vision from the past - you know, the usual.”

“Are you injured?”

“She nicked me, but its nothing serious.”

“Don’t do anything dangerous,” Spooker said in the background, “A ghost said we can’t respawn here and we don’t want to chance them being right.”

“Where are you, Sir? We’ll come find you.”

“Er,” Ghost muttered, trying to recall where he was, “I’m in a locked cell right now, not sure what floor - I think it’s B-hall though, so first floor probably,” he paused, putting on a cheery, guide-like voice, “Just follow the sounds of screeching and growling, and you should see a crazy lady pacing outside the door,” he said peeking through the small, barred window. Katrina spotted him and slammed a palm against the door, snarling. “take a sharp turn there and - remember this step because it is crucial okay? - sock her right in the face.”

Toast barked out a sharp, brittle laugh, “We’ll do our best.”

“I’ll see you in a few, I’m gonna hang up now because I don’t want to attract too much attention - these ancient hinges don’t exactly appreciate the abuse we’re putting them through.”

“Alright Sir, be careful.”

And careful he was, but you can’t exactly count on ghosts to obey the laws of physics, or even manners, really, because out of the blue, there was the caretaker, and boy did he look smug. “What a lovely reunion between old friends,” he croaked, “It’s almost enough to warm my cold, dead heart!” then cackled wildly. When Ghost didn’t so much as blink in surprise, he sobered, snapping at him, “Why aren’t you surprised? Everything went perfectly, none of you suspected a thing!”

“Dude, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I hunt ghosts for a living; this plot-twist happens every other week.”

“Damn! Well, either way, you’re gonna die here, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Dead men tell no tales and all that.”

“Again, hate to do this, but literally every case a ghost says something along the lines of “Ohohoho you’re gonna die anyway, so it doesn’t really matter!” and here I am, alive and only slightly harmed.” Another bang reverberated around the room, and Ghost shuffled uncomfortably but couldn’t look away from the immediate threat.

“Oh, uh, exactly how many cases have you done?”

“Dunno,” Ghost shoved his hands into his pockets, “I’ve been doing this since I was like, sixteen, and our schedule’s kinda all over the place because you can’t really predict when a ghost is gonna show up, but we get at least three to seven cases a week, and about half of them are real.” Another slam, followed by creaking and a final loud rattling sound.

“Huh, half, really?”

“Yeah, people are stupid.”

“Agreed. Speaking of stupid, you let your guard down.”

“Oh.” Things seemed to slow down, a sharp pain stabbing through his back. He looked down, watching three claw-like fingers withdraw from his chest, leaving three little holes all the way through. He collapsed, head falling to the side as he coughed wetly, tasting iron. Almost calmly, he watched as blood pooled around him, before glancing up to the doorway, where the door had been ripped open, and now teetered ominously on its hinges. Katrina loomed over him, blood coating her claws.

And that’s it, that’s how he got here. Seconds later, he hears someone shout his name, and he feels the caretaker’s presence vanish. Katrina glances back, but it doesn’t give her enough time to react before a bullet rips through her solid form, followed by another, then another. She screeches and stumbles back, blindly tripping over the lump of Ghost while trying to shield herself from the incoming bullets. He groans as she falls over him, kicking his wounds. The puddle beneath him ripples, blood traveling in tiny rivers through the imperfections in the concrete floor. Absently, Ghost notes that his sight has gone fuzzy at the edges, and black static is creeping in. Katrina lets out one last screech before disappearing, and as soon as she’s gone Toast, Spooker, and Colon all rush to his side. He smiles weakly as Colon pulls his head into his lap, eyes watery. The other two looked similarly panicked, and Ghost finds himself wheezing, “Hey, it’s really not that bad, okay? You guys can just carry me out of here and I can respawn.” Blood bubbles in his throat as he speaks, and he has to turn to the side to cough it up when it scratches at his throat.

The others glance at each other and Ghost frowns, confused. “What?”

“If we moved you now,” Spooker explains, chewing his lip, “you’d probably die of blood loss before we got outside. And I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure you have a punctured lung.”

Ghost’s brows furrow and he laughs sadly. “Sucks to be me I guess…” he ignores the liquid gathering in the back of his mouth, swallowing. “Anybody here magically know first aid?”

They all grimace, shaking their heads. “Ah, well, worth a shot,” he rasps. He feels a tear drip down, catching on his jaw. His chest burns; a hot-cold sensation that tears through him every time he breathes. He can’t focus his eyes anymore, but he looks at the blurry figures he knows are his closest companions - the loves of his life - and smiles, even as more tears follow and he chokes down a gasp of pain. Someone’s holding his face and speaking to him gently, and he can’t understand the words, but he thinks it might be Colon, so he looks up at him. At the same time as a pair of lips meet his temple, and then again and again, until he’s being peppered with kisses. He can feel the body under him shaking now, and through the white-hot burning and the growing ringing in his ears, he makes out stammered apologies and ‘I-love-you’s, and he feels it aching in his bones because it’s not their fault, he did this, and he wishes all the way down to his core that he could go back, that he could undo the pain he knows paints their faces, but he can’t - he’s going to die here, slowly, painfully. The ringing is piercing now and the black static has spread to cover most of his vision, and he thinks he might be screaming, or apologizing, saying goodbye, but he can’t hear anything over the ringing so it’s possible that when he tries to tell them “I love you too” it comes out garbled and incomprehensible. His throat is raw now so he must be screaming, and it’s all so loud until suddenly everything stops.

There’s no ringing, or panic, or crying, or pain. Just empty blackness and total silence. He can’t move, because there’s nowhere to go, there’s nothing here, there’s only void. That is, until the sound of a single raindrop, followed by another, then another, breaks the silence, and like waking up, Ghost blinks, and finds himself standing in front of a grave.

[lighttheabyss]

Khaida Ahmahno [Crystal] LFRP

The Basics ––– –

Age: mid 20′s (26-29ish depending on Time Bubble shenanigans)

Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Unmarried

Server: Goblin (Crystal DC) [I do have an alt on Balmung]

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: White, long, often up in varying styles

Eyes: PALE blue, nearly white

Height: 5’

Build: Curvy; has noticeable hips and bust, and is one of those who wears her softness on her belly, hips, arms, and legs well.

Distinguishing Marks: Has a stylized tattoo of a Blue Morpho on her lower back, right above her tail and butt.

Common Accessories: Khaida is always dressed for ease of movement. Her adventuring clothes are a little less flashy, but still have a good deal of jewelry and accessories. Her performing clothes are revealing, flashy, and she wears a great deal of jewelry and accessories that add another level of sight and sound to her dances.

Personal ––– –

Profession:  Dancer, adventurer, scholar of all things magical

Hobbies: Singing, goldsmithing, weaving, cooking

Languages: Eorzean, some Garlean, some Hingan and Doman. Can read Nymian, Allagan, Amdapori, and Mhachi fluently...but her spoken skills in them are lacking.

Residence: Has a home in the Cohrce village in the East Shroud and in the Rising Stones in Mor Dhona, but usually ends up crashing in inns or in her cousin’s Goblet apartment.

Birthplace: Urth’s Gift area of the South Shroud, but grew up in the East Shroud.

Religion: Devout follower of Menphina, but more spiritual than religious about it.

Patron Deity: Menphina, the Lover

Fears: Being truly alone, losing loved ones, dragonflies

Personality: Sweet, flirtatious, cheerful, affectionate. Tends to look after younger performers and adventurers, and has a serious soft spot for children. Can and will get lost in magical theory the moment you bring it up or she finds a book/scroll/tome on it.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None [in an open relationship with Telemakhos Spahr’da]

Children: None

Parents: Kahzu Ahmahno (mother, Deceased), Kenj’a Cohrce (father, alive, owner of the Swan’s Sundries merchant caravan)

Siblings: Kahzu’a Ahmahno (younger brother, status TBD)

Other Relatives:  Kenj’to Cohrce (paternal uncle, alive), Izhu Cohrce (paternal aunt, alive), Melisahnd Cohrce (cousin, alive), Brodi’a Ahmahno (DISTANT cousin, status TBD)

Pets: A recently acquired coeurl kitten she’s named ‘Citrine’.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: No. Drugs: No. Alcohol: Is a fan of good alcohol, no matter the kind.

Possible Hooks ––– –

The Dancer: Khaida tends to perform in between adventures to keep herself in coin, and is good at it. She’s danced in all three of the main city-states, the Toll, and Idyllshire at this point, so it’s likely you’ve seen her at some point! Or perhaps you’re in need of a dancer for a party or show?

The Adventurer & Scholar: Khaida is, first and foremost, a scholar of magic and an adventurer at heart. She’s well known in the Guild for taking on jobs that let her delve into the depths of ancient ruins or putting up ads for fellow adventurers to join her in delving into places too dangerous for her to go alone. Have a job for her? Or want to join her on a job?

Former Crystal Brave, Current Scion of the Seventh Dawn: Khaida joined the Braves, wanting to make a difference and live up to the inspiring example of the Warriors of Light. She was heartbroken when the organization turned corrupt. She was one of those who defected early on after the fateful Banquet, and when Alphinaud returned to the Stones to disband the group officially, Khaida was one of those who volunteered to help rebuild the Scions. Since then, she’s been as much a Scion as an adventurer, and always happy to help when called upon.

Aetheric Oddities: Khaida’s aether is...a little odd. There’s always going to be the tang of the void lurking beneath the rest of her saturated aether, voidtaint from a Mhachi ancestress who dove too far into the void. Not that she knows this. Yet. She’s also more sensitive to aether than your average Spoken, and uses it as another sense, along with the others. Please note that it’s not a perfect sense, and she can miss things; so if you don’t want some aetheric oddity of your own character being sensed, that’s perfectly fine!

Other: Any combo of the above, or perhaps you’re a former fling? [She’s hopped around beds...fairly often.] Maybe you’re just looking for a fellow magic nerd? I’m up for plotting all sorts of things, and pre-established things, too! [Khaida is VERY poly, though, so no Exclusive Ships.]

What I’m Looking For ––– –

Contacts and Friends!: I’m still very new to in-game RP, and this verse for Khaida is, itself, very new. I would love to meet new people, make new friends!

Shipping: I love ships. I will not lie about that fact. Just be aware that Telemakhos is always going to be a part of her life. I love romance, trysts, one-sided crushes; I love it all. Give me that sweet shippy goodness.

Friendships: Khaida needs more friends, please! I want her to develop more bonds, meet more people.

Adventuring Shenanigans: Khaida is an adventurer and scholar, and she certainly would love other adventurers to join her in her shenanigans!

Slice of Life/Random Interactions: I love random stuff. I love meetings that may not be more than one-offs, but still happen. I just really like the little calms between the storms and action.

OOC and Roleplaying Preferences ––– –

I work fulltime and help my spouse with things [as they’re visually impaired], so my game time can be limited. But I try to be on when I can! If we need to schedule something, let me know! I’ll see what we can do!

I’m in the US Mountain Timezone, so I’m in this very odd space compared to a lot of folks. But I’m always happy to see how I can accommodate!

I’m on Discord a lot, except when at work, so it’s often the easiest way to get a hold of me off-Tumblr or out of game!

I’m still very new to in-game RP, so please bear with me. I’m happy to get more experience with it, however!

I love talking to my RP partners OOCly as much as ICly. I love plotting and seeing how things go within those plots. And sometimes just talking about other things or throwing things not related to RP or XIV at each other.

My home world is Goblin, so I can’t join anything but Crossworld Linkshells.

Regarding M/ERP: I am happy to write it, but the other mun(s)/muse(s) have to be 18+. And much as I love it, it is not the be-all and end-all for Khaida. I love development and plot and slice of life as much as I love smut.

Contact Information  ––– –

Discord - Please ask.

In Game - Khaida Ahmahno

Tumblr - @lighttheabyss

Items in this post subject to change if/when the need arises (regarding roleplay).

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PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

[silverflintdaily]

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1. running is a victory Skeleton Island holds the greatest and most ancient treasure the world’s ever known—not that anyone’s ever actually seen it before. Captain Flint and his crew sail through treacherous seas full of English ships, freak storms, and at least one large monster lurking in the deep, desperate to find the island and obtain the Urca gold. That all seems simple compared to dealing with the charming yet duplicitous John Silver and the alleged Urca curse. [Black Sails meets Pirates of the Caribbean!] 2. A Ship is a Republic Flint and Silver train relentlessly on the cliffs of Maroon Island. Silver begins to realise how much he enjoys obeying Flint's instructions. Swordplay gives way to foreplay. 3. Elijah's Violin "A mage, a sorcerer, and a warlock walk into my bar,” says a woman behind the counter. “Have you heard this one before?”

The city of Venice is in turmoil: someone has been turning people to stone. Years after the events that landed them both in hot water and separated them, Flint and Silver are thrown together to solve a dangerous magical mystery. They are joined on their mission by Thomas (who may or may not have a pet Hellhound). The three magicians must work together (and try not to kill each other) before the Carnival of Venice devours them as well. 4. title tbd Or, James Flint, state park employee and firebrand, discovers that someone who broke his heart is back in his life, and that someone is miserable. That this someone is miserable makes James Flint very happy! Except for how it really does not make him happy, whoops. Modern au, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending. 5.  Don't Say I Didn't Warn Ya John's a drag king, making friends with Thomas and his drag queen troupe. They all perform at the bar that Flint and Gates own and run together - The Frigate.

Trans!Silver, Poly!Flint. ships: silverflint, established flintgates & flinthamilton, possible eventual silverflinthamilton (if I have it in me to write that far) 6.  call to war When the Maroon Queen gets a letter from Woodes Rogers indicating that Madi is alive, she makes the executive decision to have Flint rescue her without telling Silver. When Flint does find Madi, she tells him not to tell Silver she is alive--so that he will want to continue to fight the war he so desperately hates, all so Madi's "death" wasn't for nothing. Against his own judgment, Flint agrees, leading to a series of events that spiral out of control, bringing Flint and Silver closer together, even as Flint is wracked with guilt over his deceit. A s4 canon divergence, heavily focused on Madi, Flint and Silver, as well as the Maroons.

7.  the life that we chose All of Silver's schemes and machinations screech to a halt when he locks eyes with Captain Flint across the deck of the Walrus and the world explodes into color. Flint's cold and indifferent behavior towards him in the weeks that follow makes no sense until he learns that the captain first saw colors ten years ago, in London.

(Flint's been able to see color since he first met Thomas, it's true, but - has Billy always had blue eyes? Was the spine on that book always such a deep green?)

note for artist claims: silverflint au where when you meet your soulmate you can see color. thomas and silver are both flint's soulmate: he saw most colors when he met thomas, but once he meets silver he can finally see the full spectrum. of course he doesn't realize this because ANGST 8. To Be Rid of Temptation “What would you suggest we do instead, then?”

Maybe it was the way he said it, the way Flint was sitting with his knees sprawled out, or the secrets he guarded so closely; Silver didn’t know what it was, but somebody’s Devil took ahold of his tongue then and he said, “I think we should fuck.”

Set around the start of season 3, *spoilers* they do fuck. 9. Chasing Sea Foam Once upon a time, there was a pirate Captain whose moods controlled the seas and whose grief over his missing Lord drove him to wreak havoc in the West Indies.

Once upon a time, there was a merperson who saved the pirate Captain from drowning and who longed to be a part of his world. One day he was faced with a terrible decision: to see his Captain bring death and destruction onto the world and himself, or to stop him and reunite him with his missing Lord. The merperson made his choice and disappeared into the sea.

Years after his Happily Ever After, Flint sets out to find answers about Silver guided only by tall tales and a longing in his heart.

supernatural AU (not a Supernatural the show AU, it just has supernatural elements), features Flint/Thomas and Silver/Flint/Thomas as secondary ships, and past Silver/Madi)

10.  the long waves crawl Nassau sang with magic in a way that Silver hadn’t felt since his childhood, not unlike the hazy memories of a tiny house crowded with herbs and all sorts of books that smelled of cedar smoke and sage.

Only here he was not hidden, nor was he safe. He darted through the streets, avoiding the hungry looks that other magic users gave him. Felt their eyes on his skin and knew they could smell the magic in his blood.

In which Silver is a witch, and in an already complicated world magic is a dangerous thing. 11. Fire Light Silver is a new University professor who starts his job by stealing research out from under Flint’s nose. To get access to the research, Flint steals Silver.

12. Birds Of A Feather A Black Sails/Pride and Prejudice crossover, featuring John Silver as a victim of Mrs Bennet's match making escapades and James McGraw as a lieutenant on sick leave who just wants some peace and quiet.

13. the whole estate of mortal man Silver has a limited memory, an unlimited lifespan, and a need for human souls. He spends four seasons trying to buy Flint's.

14. "On the Banks of the Lethe" Waking after a head injury with no memory of the past two years, Flint finds himself a stranger in a strange land. Faced with the politics of a war he doesn’t remember, and a Walrus crew he hardly recognizes, Flint must reconcile what he knows with what has transpired: Gates’ betrayal; the discovery of the Urca gold; the aftermath of Charles Town. All preceded by the rise of a quartermaster he doesn’t trust—a quartermaster he only knows to be a liar and a thief. Uncertain of his newfound loyalties, Flint suddenly finds himself standing in the shadow of a monster of his own inadvertent making: Long John Silver, Nassau’s newly christened Pirate King.

Amnesia!fic. Set right before Season 4. Angst. Confusion. Gross abuse of tropes. Stupid men in love (even if one doesn’t quite remember). AKA: What if Season 1 James Flint met Season 4 John Silver.

15. a beautiful, sinuous thing; a terrible, treacherous thing Driven by grief, James Flint leaves the city behind to become the caretaker of a lighthouse in a small coastal town. But despite his desire for solitude, he finds himself drawn to a man who seems to have simply strolled out of the sea one day. Silver expects the new lighthouse keeper on his shores to be easy prey - quiet, isolated, sad. But he may have more on his hands than he expected. Modern fantasy au influenced by works like Daisy Johnson's Fen and Victor LaValle's The Changeling 16. The Return of John Silver Seven months after leaving Savannah and the war behind, Flint and Thomas are doing their best to leave the past where it belongs. But the past is never quite past. When the arrival of a wounded pirate on their doorstep threatens to shake what little foundation they've managed to build together, Flint finds himself at a familiar crossroads. Does he allow himself to admit that John Silver belongs in his life, (and in Thomas's) or will he continue to deny the truth even to himself? 17. gonna need a bigger boat The not-quite-Jaws AU where Flint is a perpetually irritated sea captain, hired by a perpetually irritating quasi-con man Silver, both to hunt a shark that has supposedly killed seven people in the last few months. Only they stumble upon a crime in action, end up trapped on a small boat in the middle of an ocean, and they figure out that they're going to have to work together to stay alive and collect that shark bounty somehow. (Featuring the use of thinly veiled shark metaphors, shark fun facts, and two people who cannot believe that their relationship is hurtling towards - something). 18. Loose Lips Sink Ships Rewrite of Black Sails S4. Billy Bones tries to kill Silver, fails, and Silver starts his revenge quest. Woodes Rogers is dead, Nassau is in chaos, and Silver finds his whole world changed. Mostly silverflint and it does become silverflintham. Happy ending! Very, very violent beginning.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

This is my Helluva Boss Master-list I

This is the link to My Master-list List

What I wont write

Graphic violence or abuse.

Graphic sexual abuse.

I don't do X female Reader. I just don't.

Ships between characters

Headcanons

Reader was adopted by Stolas after he found out they were abused.

Helluva Boss couple Headcanon

Royal Overlord S/o that rules a city for Imps

Stolas and Blitzø with an Imp overlord S/O

Octavia with a shy royal S/O

Male Musician Overlord S/O

Reaction to there S/O coming home wounded.

Having a Spa day with there S/O

Striker x Male Imp with a healing factor

With a male Imp overlord

In a relationship with Millie's younger brother

Royal Overlord S/o that rules a city for Imps

Blitzø, Millie and Moxxie Poly with a male Imp Overlord

Asking out there crush

Super celebrity, singer S/o

Stella's personal Servant and S/O

Striker with bird like Imp

Finding an abandoned baby Imp

Stella and Stolas with male Imp Overlord

Ancient demon lord S/o

With Very affectionate hellhound S/o

Someone roofying there S/o's drink

Blitzø X Male Waiter reader

NSFW Headcanons with a male reader

Male reader getting your male S/O pregnant (Male Pregnancy)

Eldritch Horror reader x I.M.P & Stolas

Comforting Your S/O after a nightmare

Octavia x royal S/O in an Arranged marriage

Artistic S/o who's hands get damaged beyond repair

I.M.P with S/O who can Duplicate themselves

Taking care of your sick lover

Human S/O Active Duty in the military

With a Vampire S/O

With Easily flustered assassin S/O

Dominant Male Imp overlord taking care of sick S/O

Blitzø accidentally hitting his S/O in a fight

Striker x moth demon with sleep inducing powers

S/O banished from heaven for secretly indulging in sin

Telling there S/O 'I Love You' for the first time

S/O jealous of Blitzø's relationship with Stolas

Reaction to there S/O getting hit-on in front of them

Stolas & Blitzø Poly with Imp S/O who's new to I.M.P

Stolas & Blitzø Poly with quiet S/O

Stolas with Imp S/O

Running into their S/O's abusive Ex

I.M.P with S/O they killed but became a powerful demon

Stolas x male Imp reader

Octavia meeting Stolas' S/O for the first time after his divorce.

I.M.P reaction to being hired to kill an Innocent child.

Striker with S/O who likes him being possessive

Blitzø's reaction to his S/O kidnapped by a fraudster.

With S/O who's into BDSM

Moxxie with Male Dom S/O (NSFW)

The first date

Stolas & Stella X s/o with tentacles for "Battle"

The I.M.P family finding out your Girlfriend abuses you.

With The Prince of Hell

Octavia secretly dating a owl demon from a powerful family.

Discovering their Dom Imp Overlords S/O's birthday from one of there men.

With A Super Goth S/O who absolutely loves the holidays

S/O who loves when Loona is possessive and clingy

With a sophisticated Gentleman, Incubus.

Stolas x plague doctor S/O

Octavia x Imp reader

Striker with S/O who uses swords over guns

With a secret Musician S/O who suffered abuse

Loona with just a mountain of an S/O, whom is also a gentle giant.

Yandere Stolas headcanon

Robo-Fizz with a male Imp Overlord S/O

Stella with a powerful Sinner S/O

With an S/o who has the ability to shrink

Dom Stolas with male reader

With A Ghostrider S/O

Self-conscious Fizzoroli comforted by his S/O

Running into there S/O'S ex, but their still really close.

Being protective of their blind, weak Angel S/O

The only "ship" we need, is a "friend-ship"

With an S/O who has bad anxiety

Merry Christmas Darling~

Loona with a Blind Hellhound S/O

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli polly with dumbass S/O

Dom Imp Overlord asking their S/O to there home town.

With S/O who loves giving physical affection.

Loona with classy, gentlemen Incubus S/O

With male S/O that has depression

The Ars Goetia finding out your Girlfriend abuses you.

With a Siren reader

With an S/O that's much shorter then them

Mini-Fics

OBSESSIVE STOLAS SERIES

Find it here

Dominant Imp S/O SERIES

Dominant Imp S/O X Millie & Moxxie

Dominant Imp S/O x Millie & Moxxie: Meeting the Boss

Stella with her Secret S/O SERIES

Find It Here

Octavia X Human Turned Goetia

Find It Here

Milo of I.M.P

D.H.O.R.K Turned I.M.P

Milo of I.M.P

After hours...

After hours with Blitzø

After hours with Collin

Welcome, Father...

Welcome, Father...

I will update this with my works as I release them. As well as any big updates I think Y'all should know.

[gentlertides-blog]

U’tuulivu Nunh [Crystal] LFRP

@gentlertides​:

The Basics ––– –

Age:  Early to Mid 20′s (Between 22 to 26, depending on Time antics.)

Birthday: 1st Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo’te

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Unmarried

Server: Balmung (Crystal DC)

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Shaggy, red hair, usually allowed tof all in his eyes.

Eyes: Soft blue, almost periwinkle in tone.

Height: 5’10″

Build: Extremely thin, almost looks malnourished, with very little muscle tone.

Distinguishing Marks: Has distinct scratch marks down his back and sides. Also always has darker circles under his eyes.

Common Accessories: Tuuli is often seen with his chest or sides bared.  He hates restrictive clothing, and will never wear anything that covers his upper half too much.  Usually, he prefers light-weight fabrics, and wears crystalline accessories...since he finds them pretty and took a fascination to them upon coming to Limsa.  

Personal ––– –

Profession:  Adventurer, Arcanist

Hobbies: Weaving, Cooking, helping traveling companions with chores

Languages: Eorzean, and conversational Garlean so far, though he’s eager to learn more.  Can read Allagan, well enough, but lacks the ability to speak it, and is in study of more written languages.

Residence: Generally tends to fall asleep wherever Tavilan is sleeping at the time, or at whatever inn room he’s nearest to.

Birthplace: Unknown

Religion: Quiet follower of Menphina

Patron Deity: Menphina, the Lover

Fears: Terrified of being used (the wrong way), violent people, other Miqo (sometimes), being alone

Personality: Gentle, loving, believes in the sanctity of life, and love.  He wants the best for those around him.  Tuuli would forget to sleep, and eat, if he didn’t have someone to remind him, and once he’s attached to someone, he dotes.  He’s got a mind that loves to soak up knowledge, studious and bright,  Other people are always the most important thing in the world, and whatever he’s doing can wait a few more hours.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None [In an open relationship with Tavilan Kagon]

Children: U’Sichana Tuuli, (Many more)

Parents: U’Makhos Tia  (Alive) x  U'kayden (Alive)

Siblings: U’Trialle Makhos, U’Rudra Tia, U’Msiba Makhos, U’Charon Tia, U’dagor Makhos, U’Algol Nunh (ALL Alive)

Other Relatives:  Too many to list.  Way too many.

Pets: None yet.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: No. Drugs: No. Alcohol: Is curious, though has never really touched the stuff.

Possible Hooks ––– –

The Scholar: If you haven’t seen him in the Arcanist guild in Limsa, or hanging around the ports and many other guilds, you’ve found him in one of the other massive libraries somewhere in the main cities.  U’tuulivu is a man of knowledge, and he’s well known for his love of knowledge.  While he’s nervous about taking on jobs alone, he’s always eager to help, and if you tell him you’ve first hand knowledge of some ancient something or other?  He’s always eager to listen.  

The Storyteller and Traveler: From the time he left his tribe after choosing to renounce the life of a Nunh, Tuuli has heard so many stories.  He craves them like a body craves air, and wants nothing more than to hear the stories of every soul he meets, and then to share the stories he hears with the world!  The more fantastic, the better!  If you have the option to travel, he’ll follow you to the ends of the world.  He wants to see it all.  His own little corner will never be enough, and there’s far too much he’s never seen before.

 Current Scion of the Seventh Dawn: He was just adventuring.  He swore that was all it was.  It was something fun, a way to get some knowledge and next thing he knew, he got swept up with the Scions.  He will never complain, because the things he learns with them far exceeds what he might’ve learned on his own, but goodness, what madness has he gotten pulled in to...

Other: Anything.  Any combo, a former lover?  Tribe member?   Someone who knew him before he ran off?  Maybe a family member?   It really could be anything!  I’m always down to plot, and even open to new-ideas.

What I’m Looking For ––– –

Contacts and Friends!: So, SO new to in-game RP, so I need time and patience, but I would love some new friends and RP contacts.

SHIPS:  Tuuli is so sweet and innocent and shy.  He needs more corru I mean Ships!  Tav will always be a figure in his life, and someone he ships with, but it’s an open relationship <3  He is PANSEXUAL, so it’s totally open to anyone, and will be Poly, once we get him out from under his sweet little shy rock.

Friendships: Tuuli needs some more people who’re willing to pull him out from under his rock.

Shenanigans: Any kind of adventure/scholarly snafus and mishaps.

Slice of Life/Random Interactions: Random and crazy stuff is GREAT.

OOC and Roleplaying Preferences ––– –

I am a Graphic Communications student, who has serious health issues, so my time’s sporadic in-game, but I’m on Tumblr and Discord all the time.  We can definitely chat, and try to coordinate things, and I’m always willing to try out new stuff <3

I’m in CST, so I’m usually able to accommodate MOST stuff?  But my sleep schedule’s a bit weird, so we have to talk through that.

I’m on Discord a lot, so it’s often the easiest way to get a hold of me.

I’m still very new to in-game RP, and use the PS4 and a Chat Pad, and have super poor eyesight thanks to my health condition, so PLEASE BE PATIENT <3 I’m trying ;3;

OOC TALKING IS MY JAM.  I love plotting, and random IC chat, and just...Talking with my partners is so wonderful and amazing and perfect.  It makes me happy ;w;.  

My home world is Balmung.

Regarding M/ERP: I am more than happy to write it, HOWEVER, YOU MUST BE 18+.  I WILL NOT RISK JAIL TIME FOR YOU.  I enjoy smut.  So much.  Like I will write it all day and night if you let me.  It is not my be-all, end-all though. I love general interactions~

Contact Information  ––– –

Discord - Ask me <3

In Game - U’tuulivu Nunh

Tumblr -  @gentlertides

Items in this post subject to change if/when the need arises (regarding roleplay).