#oh its munday?

[despairs-memorial]

Calling this a Munday thing, but I'm sharing brainrot.

Tw for mentions of animal cruelty, animal death, severe bullying, S/A, child S/A, child death, child murder, murder, and extremely toxic relationships, but you need to watch video essays on Rule of Rose. It is one of those ps2 games that has the most abysmal game play known to man, but the story... the story is incredible. It isn't without critique, but it's phenomenal.

[n3rdb0x]

(( I haven’t posted a selfie in a hot minute but hi

[miraiq]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

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NAME: Prince/Jehr/PJ. PJ is just a combo of the two alias' first letters. Jehr was my original when I first started out using aliases ever, which was created for me by my best friend at the time. I slowly tried to make a new alias for other muses I wanted to write without having them be associated with me-- for some reason? Wanted to hide or start fresh or something I guess? Same friend also made me take a HomeStuck quiz to get my... uh... vibe? I don't recall what it was, but the answer was Prince of the Light and I used that as my personal url for years, so I actually took the newer alias from that.

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord is the fastest way to get responses from me, simply because the app is always logged in on my phone and pc, while tumblr is only logged in to my personal tumblr via my phone. Any mutuals that would like to add me on Discord: princem0n

NAME OF MUSE(s): For my sanity, google doc for full list. Otherwise, main/actively in use muses: Severa/Selena(FE), Caelus(HSR), Serval(HSR), Kyo(Fruits Basket)

BEST EXPERIENCE: To be perfectly honest shit-posting/memes are always a welcome relief and the best way to destress. I recall previously that myself and group of fellow hooligans would constantly make photoshop edits of stupid things that would go around on the dash. Example(s) of something(s) I made during that time:

But I also really enjoyed being able to deep dive into characters relations and how they worked against or with each other. Especially when it came to characters who didn't have their entire story brought to the forefront, like most videogame characters. You don't get to see the behind the scenes stuff with them, most the time, so it's fun to see how they could have gone about or reacted to different situations/after the fact/how it affected them.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Lack of communication. Sometimes I forget things, so I'll typically come ask for an answer or reconfirming that I didn't miss something or misinterpret anything. If there is an issue, I am begging, please just approach me. I often will do this if I have a problem, all I ask is the same in return. I can't stand constantly being left on read, especially when trying to discuss stuff plot related. We can't be on the same page if we don't have conversations going BOTH WAYS.

Other than that I'm pretty relaxed. I, as a slow writer, won't hound people practically ever for responses. We're adults, life happens, things come up, muses hide or aren't as strong as others. As long as you aren't actively ignoring me/our threads, there's no problem. If I don't see you posting at all then I know you just need a breather and that is A-OKAY. This is a hobby for fun. Why be fussy and cause problems due to impatience? I guess that is another pet peeve- impatience- lmao.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Bottoms. I notice myself writing of lot of "tsundere" types? Or redheads. I just love them. Misunderstood but fight against the world because they don't want anyone to know that they're broken.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both. Both is good. Everything in balance. I used to meme a lot, and I've definitely toned it down. But I don't know, sometimes getting too serious or having too many think-hard-about threads can be tiring, and lil shitposting is a good breather to be able to let you get back on with it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both are nice. I tend to overwrite, simply because my style will typically go into my muse's thought process(es), or if the thread is still being established, I try to set the scene or give background information. But, short replies are nice. Gives you a small thing to work on and take a rest between lengthier threads. That's also why I like random inbox prompts. Not all of them have to go anywhere- just gives you a space to do something else aside from your drafts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I am absolutely not a morning person. Night owl to the max. You will see me up still at 3am more often than not. I typically wake up around 10am-1pm, so I'm usually writing right around dinner.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In some aspects, sure. Not entirely like one-for-one with any muse, but there's always at least a piece of myself in each muses. Helps write them better, in my opinion. Only exceptions typically being any "self-insert" like characters. (ie. Robin/Avatar from Fire Emblem: Awakening). Most of those characters still have a base personality to them though, so unless you completely customize them, they're still pretty "how do YOU respond" choices change how they are.

Tagged by: Stealing dis from Rath Tagging: Yo who wants to let me know their lore?

[gumpistol]

How do you overcome writer’s block?

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

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20. How do you overcome writer’s block?

ahahahaahaa bang my head on the wall until the stars align and thoughts fall into place??? just kidding, but writer's block and i are well acquainted. i have a few strategies when i'm struggling to come up with ideas or generally how to write them out:

Go to my friends for help: i might send a screenshot of an outline or partially written reply that i'm stuck on, and sometimes they can provide some good insight on how to approach ideas i'm trying to put into words or how to fix structure and flow.

i might swap over to exploring headcanons/metas instead. those don't require me to think as much about grammar, syntax, word choice, and flow, but still let me explore ideas about Luffy that i'm thinking of.

other times, ideas may not be flowing because i have other stressors on the mind (chores, work, bills, errands, all that adult stuff), so i'll try to step away from writing for a day or two to get those in order to make headspace for writing ideas.

do something entirely unrelated: going to muay thai practice (i get a lot of excess energy, and if i don't burn it off, i cannot focus on writing at all and i become insane), doing some crafting, reading, etc.

look for inspiration: listening to music that reminds me of luffy or the setting, or going back and watching some favorite arcs to help me PHYSICALLY hear his voice again

13. What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

one that i haven't talked about a lot yet, and i hope to eventually explore more in depth in a headcanon write-up, is luffy's particular brand of aromantic identification. within the aromantic spectrum, i headcanon that luffy is quoiromantic. in simple terms, this means he can't really distinguish the difference between platonic and romantic affection, which is why any discussion of dating or marriage things generally confuse him, because he already does all those things with his friends.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

//Got a haircut recently and I love how it really made my curls come out (I also feel like a lil' wooly sheep with this hair ehehe baaaaa💛🐑)//

[lightofunova]

🎉 for Ho-oh?

NM

I can’t say too much on Ho-oh, however I can state more on Lugia. I’m a lugia stan sowwy

Lugia, though less revered than Ho-oh, still has plenty of ceremonies made about him. His absence from Ecruteak after the burning of Brass Tower has made it more difficult to however, seeing as now the Whirl Islands have been surrounded by whirlpools it has made approaching him all the more difficult.

Even so, many people still celebrate his glory on the shores of Cianwood and Olivine. Festivals that start at dawn are bright and jovial, featuring plenty of street food and glittering silver and blue decorations. Many locals dress up in traditional garbs while travels may or may not partake in it, all are welcome. Food tends to be an assortment of fish and seafood, with the main event being to send an offering out to the islands themselves in hopes the silver deity will show his face.

Ecruteak also holds a celebration, somewhat in hopes that he will return to his original home. It is not uncommon for him to attend these sometimes, but he declines the offer. He much prefers his counterparts festivals in the same city, where the attention is not on himself.

[spaced-out-muses]

Skull emoji and toxic waste icon!

the salty af munday meme |Still Accepting

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you? Honestly this isn't something I've thought about, but that's mostly because I wasn't super active in the Tumblr RPC until.... 2022? And even then, the rpc I joined then was—and still is—super chill. But even then, I tend to like... not care? About what people post if I decide to follow them? If I follow someone, it's because I wanted to see more of them and/or rp with them. So unless they start posting something super egregious, something that makes me uncomfortable, or I find I don't click with them, I usually Don't unfollow. I legit could not figure out which was which because both of these symbols have been used to mark "toxic waste" (one nuclear, one biohazard) so i did both sdkgfdgf

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

God there's a few but like. The whole minimalist, basic beige/white trend. It makes me so mad and am so, so sick of it. You are not making a house "better" by removing its character and replacing it with the sterility of a YA Utopian Doctors Office. And like okay. The thought process of minimalism is fine. I completely get not wanting a whole lot of clutter, and I know the interior design of the 1990s scares most people. But like!! You don't have to make your house look like Howl's Moving Castle but for gods sakes!! Color and Knick Knacks are not bad!!!! Some clutter is good! Let your homes look lived in and have personality!! Have fun with it!! I will NEVER get over when someone re-designed a stairwell and TOOK OUT A STAINED. GLASS WINDOW. AND REPLACED IT WITH REGULAR ASS GLASS TO GO WITH THEIR CHARMLESS WHITE STAIRS. Genuinely I would take carpet in a bathroom over a tiktok influencer's minimalist makeover bc at least then there's a somewhat interesting thought process behind the decision that isn't "Haha Pantone 000C go brrrr" Like dude I have many thoughts about this but if you let me keep going we'd be here all day.

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

Nope, and hopefully I can keep it that way :'). At most they were more toxic in one way or another than straight up abusive. Though even at that I did still brush off some of their actions because I A. didn't realize it at the time or B. Wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. In most of the cases I dealt with, the person in question did not change and I cut them off, or they were removed from the group.

[hope-to-hell]

The Quiet Game. Hector Munday x Reader. Noncon, coercion, exhibition kink, naked top clothed bottom, all around poor life choices (but this is smut so we do what we want). Mr. Munday is the strong, silent type. He is inventively cruel and yet. And yet he has needs like any man, even if his methods of satisfying them are more than unorthodox. And now that he has you, well, you’d better keep quiet. Unless you want everyone to hear.

———

You’re in his web now, you unlucky little fly, and now you play his game. Shiver here in the chill of his director’s suite and know that every ripple of fear across your skin only fuels his hunger.

Hush, now. Don’t make a sound. Match him breath for breath and maybe you’ll get out of this alive. Be still. Let him bend you down and spread your legs apart; let him cut and tear until you’re bare to him, clothing in shreds and ass prickling gooseflesh in this cold room. All the truly important parts of the console are switched off; there’s just an unblinking red light in front of your nose.

Is that— yeah. Yeah, that’s a mic and it is hot and that’s the game: take it quietly or every moan and whimper’s gonna be broadcast throughout the house. Bite your tongue bloody— or don’t. He doesn’t care. And which would be worse: your companions thinking all your little sounds are from some cruel torture, or them knowing just how gone with need you are? How could you explain the war that rages between mind and body, between the chill of fear and the thick wet heat of anticipation?

Oh, you pathetic little thing. So weak, so lost. He doesn’t even need that knife to keep you here, although it’s sharp and firmly in his grip, shining silvery right where you can see it. Point being, it’s a threat but it’s nothing against solid warm flesh and the soft whisper of cambric and wool as he digs the fingers of his free hand into the meat of your ass. It’s a dull bruising ache, leaving its echoes deep in your flesh when he flexes his fingers to get a better grip. Yeah, you like that, enough to push back as best you can into the feeling. You want it, yeah? Bad enough to beg for it?

Tch.

Giving up so easily? He isn’t even in you yet but anticipation is a bitch. And wouldn’t you know it, but he feels it too: he shifts closer and oh, he is hard— all his bulk is just a solid wall to cage you here, as his cock burns hot like a brand even through his trousers. If he ever smiles at all, if there is anything within him beyond implacable grim fate, surely something of it must be present here, teased out by the interplay of wanting and taking. If you’re lucky— if you make it through this to emerge aching and sticky in the predawn gloom— you’ll see what he looks like when he slips enough to let his human side show, and won’t that be a treat. So are you gonna play the game, sweet thing?

Shame might be one side of the coin, but the other side is animal need. It’s instinct: the kind of bone-deep wanting that’s got you biting your lips bloody to stop yourself from gritting out just fucking give it to me already. And yeah, he’s gonna fuck you raw; how better to conquer you completely than to bury his seed as deep as he can get. There’s the scratch of wool over your ass when he opens his flies just far enough to take himself in hand. Can you picture it? The way he stands silent, dressed like a man out of time, palming his cock for just a moment before he lines himself up and pushes in deep? Is he thick? Long? Does he know the angle that’ll tear your last bit of resolve to shreds? Oh, honey. This isn’t his first time around.

Quiet that mind of yours. Don’t try to hold those thoughts; let them blow away like smoke until all that’s left is pure sensation. Were you an animal, your entire life would be like this: fleeing, fucking, living with no thought to a future so uncertain it might as well not exist, each successive moment belonging only to itself.

There, can you feel that? The brush of his cock against you, slipping through your slick: one thrust, two, and he’s home. There’s no mercy in the way he shoves himself in you to the root, crushing you down against buttons and dials, hard enough that if tomorrow comes it’ll find you brushing fingertips over a pattern of aches in the shape of the console. Sweetheart, can you feel it? He may be cold behind the mask but he still breathes, still shudders with the pleasure of conquest, still exhales a hot wet ah into your ear. And then he moves. He is greedy, selfish; he takes and takes and takes but he’s crushing you down against the console just so and listen. Listen. If you think he doesn’t know what that does to you— if you think he doesn’t mean to hold you here in such a way that the very motion of your body sends lightning through your veins— then you’re a fool.

I can’t. I can’t. Please. It’s too much; you can’t possibly keep quiet any longer, not with the way he curves over your back, smearing sweat and slick and wouldn’t that be a sight: his vest and trousers rumpled, shirttails half-freed, with your shining wet need stained all across his front. The image bites its way into your core and wouldn’t you know it but he’s just a little more urgent, a little more ferocious when he feels the ripple of your walls around him. I— I need—

What do you need? Release, certainly, but your mind is unwinding and all your thoughts spiral out into nothingness. The only thing left is pure sensation: heat, desperate breaths, the chorus of your nerves that screams too much, too much, let me— let me— make me come.

Please. It’s soft, nearly inaudible, breathed out with the wispy unh of a body with no more room for air. It’s not a plea to let you go, but to give you more, and for a moment he is caught off-guard. This wasn’t in the plan.

His hand over your mouth, covering at first and then adjusting. Fingers dragging down, past your lips to rest heavy on your tongue, his hand bridle and bit and gag at once. He tastes of leather and salt and a whisper of blood. The razor’s disappeared somewhere but it doesn’t matter; all your senses now belong to him. The game he’s playing is distant, unimportant; you are filled with him from end to end and with each stroke he digs thick fingers into your mouth, holding your jaw open wide. Like this he pulls you back hard onto his cock, leaving spit and bruises at the corners of your lips. This is mercy.

This is torture, and it is sweet.

You can’t fight what’s coming, so let it happen. Let that lightning work its way up from your toes to curl brightly in your center. Relinquish yourself unto him; he has your mind already and now he will possess the undoing of your flesh as well. Feel the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, and know that neither exists alone but is only a mirror of the other.

Collect yourself. Nevermind the discomfort of your jaw relaxing back into place, or the gooseflesh that prickles your skin when he no longer rests heavy at your back. Breathe for a moment. You did so very well. And now the door is open, leading out to the warrens between the walls. He stands straight-spined and still at the console, armored with mask and apron to conceal any evidence of sin, but now he cannot hide how his blood pulses hot beneath the surface.

And now you have a choice: you can run shaky-legged and stumbling back to your companions and retake your place as quarry in the hunt. You can dive for the razor that’s on the floor just out of reach, and hope that you’re faster than he is. Each is expected. Understandable. Or you can turn against all reason and look him in the eye. You can tell him the least you could do next time is get me a blanket, and mark the way he tilts his head with interest. The choice is yours.

[pryings]

TOA Anniversary Munday

thank you neffi for this template!!!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

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Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: ruaidhrí (said pretty much like the english name rory and if you want to spell it that way that's fine too, ik irish names throw people off)

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): 25th of october!

Where are you from? What is your time zone? i live in colorado and my timezone is MST

How long is your roleplay experience? i don't know exactly how many years since i sometimes have years where h don't rp but i've been rping on and off since i was 11-12.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? oh gosh, so ff.net used to have (maybe still has, i literally have not been on that site in ages) these like... forums? and i joined one for elder scrolls rp a little after oblivion came out. i was far and away the youngest one there but everyone was so nice in helping me turn my character into a proper oc with like... backstory, a real personality, etc. after that, i spent a lot of time using it to try and grow my creative writing skills.

How were you introduced to TOA? honestly i just stumbled across it randomly! i had just replayed a few fe games and was looking through some tags and thought it might be fun to try fire emblem rp (i'd done some on indie tumblr back in the day, as well as in an mfrp a little bit, but never fire emblem exclusive rp) so i sent arden to check it out and, well, here we still are.

Do you have any pets? simon (mini poodle), john hancock (tabby cat), and tim & geeb (fluffy black cats)

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) early spring! i also like late fall for its temperature, but i dislike snow/sleet/wet socks so spring is preferable because it's not very snowy here!

What is your IRL occupation? blessedly unemployed (health issues have prevented me from working aha)... i used to work IT though!

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? i like birdwatching, reading academic articles about ancient civilizations, and making espresso drinks

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? currently enjoying bg3 + doing a dragon age replay (in preparation for veilguard). outside current, i really like most single-player rpg type games (esp. with customizable character), stealth games (dishonored favorite), and Identity V is the first asymmetrical horror mobile game developed by NetEase for

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: my favorite pokemon ever is alakazam (and its whole line) i've loved alakazam foreverrrrr! favorite type is steel, though! apart from my psychic baby most of my other favs tend to be steel types

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! oh gosh i'm so bad at fun facts...

- i can put both my feet behind my head but i can't touch my toes - my favorite non-ancient empire to read about is austria-hungary - my cat tim was rescued from Outside

How did you get into Fire Emblem? friend's cool older brother was playing a bunch of the games in a seemingly random order. when i'd hang out at that friend's house sometimes we'd sit and watch. i asked him to lend me some and he did!

What Fire Emblem games have you played? i have now played all of them! (last year when i answered this i hadn't technically played them all, but i'd seen playthroughs and watched let's plays of all of them at the very least)

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: a bad translation of fe4 was first, por is still my favorite—but tbh there's not really one i dislike

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! - KNOLL (promoted to number one he's my special guy) - reyson - canas - ashnard - pandreo

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! QUAN—i have such a distinct memory of seeing him come in but i don't remember my initial thought, only that he would have my heart forever

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 vander. duessel. hardin.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: first was sumia! i don't have a set nowadays because i've done a different one on each playthrough - Fates: first was xander, would probably still do xander if i were to replay - Three Houses: first was seteth, if i replay i'll go for hanneman - Engage: first was pandreo! next time i plan to do ivy though

Favorite Fire Emblem class? i like shapeshifter classes! beasts, dragons, laguz, etc. i just think they're fun to play with

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? oh gosh, i'd be an infantry axe unit probably. middling starting stats but high growths if you really work at making me good (there would be heated debates over whether the necessary time investment would be worth it)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? black eagles!

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? axe boon, heavy armor bane, budding talent in faith magic (could be classed into an fe:a style war cleric and it would be my suggested goal)

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? i want to say brodia!

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 toh-ah

Current TOA muses: just knoll <3

Past TOA muses? robin, niles, almedha, reyson, hardin, iago, perceval, lachesis (i think that's all?)

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? my first muse was m!robin and thankfully i am spared any temptation on picking him up as he is currently being written.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) i'm kind of all over the place, aren't i? i like characters where i can poke at hidden depths but ones who aren't too closely guarded. i like characters who are shy, withdrawn, standoffish, guarded, etc. in some way but who open up when spoken to. i don't think this has changed since last year, i've been writing for a long time and kind of know my comfort zone.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? boisterous/loud and over the top characters always challenge me, but i've never really managed to make them work, which is a shame because i tend to enjoy lively characters!

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) -i love writing threads where setting/scenery is a focus, where i get to sort of use the landscape as a bit more than set-dressing - i enjoy throwing my muse at characters who mistrust him for whatever reason, and like to explore the kind of slow, mutual understanding that comes from two people getting to know one another - i really just like putting him in situations in general, forcing him to socialize—he's a very withdrawn character so any excuse to have him meet new people is very enjoyable

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? nothing specific! i have kind of an arc for him but it's loosely-defined right now

Favorite TOA-related memories? HAPPYLAND WAS SO MUCH FUN. sincerely i loved the interactions he had there <3

Present or past tense? i default to present, but adapt to what my partner prefers on this!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? small text, bolded dialogue. just easier for my eyes to take it in that way.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 oh gosh. i recently had to go down to just one muse because my health is not so good, but i will admit i already have a few delusions. if i can get myself back to a spot where i feel like i can write a second, someone may return.

[howlkissed]

HAPPY MUNDAY! One fact about the mun?

I almost died one time! So, pre usual. I was a little drunk. I was craving bacon. So I set the oven and had my bacon in to cook. One of my parents woke up bitching are you cooking something, it smells. I said, what you smell is bacon. She said well it smells and I'm dizzy. So our fire alarm goes off! My other parent was on the phone with the alarm company because it wouldn't go off. My other parent is still saying "oh its the bacon" - I said, no, the bacon isn't burning. So it must be... carbon monoxide! She disregards because I can never be right???

The fire department comes, and opens all our windows. There was a leak in a pipe. This was all happening around 3am, and the fire fighters said you all would've been dead by 5am. The carbon monoxide had been leaking per say, since 9pm. so we were breathing that in for six hours already. We were lucky I was drunk, I must say.

Drunk or not, I remembered my high school science that day.

[devilagent]

oh its technically Munday. uhhhh my nicholas blair fit be upon ye my beloved bestie @thethndr made me epic silly nicholas cat pins

[maudlxne]

@musehotpot said | what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? Munday asks, get to know me ! | Accepting

I would say my favorite genres are angst and fluff. A little sweet and a little sour. I love watching my muses be all fluffy and cute with people they love and then putting them in life-threatening scenarios. My least favorite is the ' miscommunication ' trope where a misunderstanding goes on for way too long just for drama. Instead of just talking it out and stop hurting each other. Once and a while is fine - because it happens to real people - but not every single time they butheads or something happens. My exception to this is Kagome and Inuyasha because it DOES WORK WELL for them and they always manage to work it out pretty fast.

As for themes / plots ? I am a whore for arranged marriage aus which Is a bit more niche. I don't know why - I really really don't - but two characters being shoved together either for the goof of their family, nations, species, or whatever but actually learning about each other and falling for one another is so good. Or even contract marriages where it's beneficial to both parties but they end up enamored with each other in the end.

Another one I really like is childhood friends to lovers. Especially if they haven't seen each other in years and re connect later in life - its awkward but they are trying and oh no feelings get in the way.

Non-romance plots I really love found family troupes. Sworn siblings who are ride or die for each other. Best friends who genuinely want the best for their friends. Muses who see this sad child and just go "This is my child now" despite everyone's disapproval. Stuff like that. But I like a lot of stuff.

[5mind]

♡♡ back at you!

@the-haunted-office

it is munday! send ‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

Oh boy! two of em!

idk if it's obvious (it def is lol) but I really fucking love that archtype of villain my little episodic hero shows who's whole thing is creating/summoning the monsters-of-the-week or making them grow. bonus points if they're goofy and / or passionate about it. BONUS BONUS POINTS if they're also a creature themselves

my current job has nothing to do with biology (its more chemistry related) but im a biology guy at heart (studied it back in university lol)

[wanderersofeorzea]

(From @stalwart-spirit)

What are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

Munday Asks

Oh man, okay. I've had to think about this one a bit cause, hell yeah I enjoy the two examples given and could ramble about them as an easy mode, but instead, I present to you: ✧˖° found family °˖✧

It's pretty much been a theme for almost all of my characters, even though I don't really talk about it except occasionally in DMs with friends.

I love it especially if they're seen as a misfit disconnected from the average crowd who finds others that accept them for who they are. If said others find them strange while still accepting them, that makes for some funny-as-hell scenes. Bonus points if the family remains dysfunctional. Minus points if they're suddenly "fixed". It loses its appeal most of the time.

I do have D'ly who I wouldn't consider a misfit(least not to White's degree) where a non-dysfunctional found family would work and I'd be totally hype for it. It's just the misfits vibe ranks higher, lol.

Either way... I love the troupe.

[jacaeryse]

📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? ✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on?

munday asks ! / accepting [ x ]

📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it?

y'know I was afraid people wouldn't understand my url and some of you might even be blown away by its meaning. but it's jacaerys. with an e. as in prince jacaerys from hbo's house of the dragon.

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

oh god. far too long. I started roleplaying on tumblr when teen wolf was airing and that was...in 2011. but I did take some breaks and moved to other platforms in the mean time.

✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on?

gaiaonline was how I discovered rp and I wrote there for a long time. I've written on f-list, discord, skype, and more that I'm probably forgetting.

[hope-to-hell]

Wash it Away. Hector Munday x Reader. What do you think he does in his downtime? Surely he doesn’t just bathe in the blood of innocents; there’s got to be something of the mundane to balance all this out. Maybe he takes his coffee with cream, watching morning mist roll across the lake. And maybe you can find him in the bath after a long night’s work. Smut.

———

How was last night?

Even reflected in the shaving-glass, his gaze cuts deep. But there’s the slightest crinkle in the crows’ feet that have begun to gather at the corners of his eyes; a bruise blooms beautifully down his side, but he moves with almost languorous fluidity. The last few strokes of his straight razor are precise, steps in a long-perfected dance. Went well enough. He leans to set aside the tray that holds his shaving kit, soap and water sliding slickly down his back. Hn. A sigh— a letting-go— slips free as he reclines in the bathtub.

Could be better, could be worse?

As it is with all things.

It’ll be a few days yet before another batch of guests arrives. There’s wallpaper to hang, fuses to replace, and a thousand other little tasks that come with a place like this. Later this afternoon he’ll surely be out working in the curing shed, sleeves rolled to the elbow, surrounded by the sick-sweet odor of formalin and meat. It’s messy work that somehow always gives him an intense appetite for the pleasures of the flesh. As likely as not he’ll chase you down and have you right there on the path, stones and twigs digging bruises into your hands, your face, your knees and thighs— everywhere, really— as you drool and pant into the dirt.

But right now— go on. Get in the tub. Take advantage of this all too brief time when there is no pressing business to take care of yet. Enjoy this. Enjoy him. These moments are so few that each is precious, to be treasured in the long dark nights when he sends you to your room and says stay gone til morning. Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t get lost in pleasure’s absence while it’s right there in front of you. He lifts a hand just so and it's got you stripping down like your clothes are on fire. Climb on in and settle back against his chest. Flick that last little bit of soap from his jaw.

This feels nice, doesn’t it? He’s so warm, so broad, thicker than you ever would’ve guessed before you first saw him out of those clothes— bloody after an unlucky night, stitching himself up with fishing line and looking thunderous like you still living was the icing on the fucking cake— remember that look? Remember what you said to him? You haven’t got a suture kit? What kind of mickey-mouse operation is this? Remember how you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind before he shrugged and turned back to his work?

Remember when that bravado of tired-beyond-tired mouthing-off gave way and left this in its wake? It’s strange how these paths branch and reconnect, how the fearful thrill of survival turns into anticipation. Remember— He chuffs and wraps an arm around you. Don’t get lost in it. The water’s just this side of scalding, such that somewhere beneath these mountains of bubbles he’s rosy-pink except for where he’s a deeply pulsing red. Oh. Oh. Even though you know he’s hard and wanting, it still sends that shock of anticipation down to your toes when he brushes against your ass.

Go on, then. Raise up just a bit, just enough to reach for him and guide him home. There’s a slowness to the drag and burn of him inside you, but give it a moment, won’t you? Relax. Feel his arm barred across your ribs. Watch the subtle clench of his jaw as his free hand traces down your belly and beyond, and with the delicate pinch and roll of his fingers he gives you exactly what you need.

Keep your eyes on him. He remembers how you like it, how to pin you on him, how to coax your thighs just that little bit farther apart. Watch his lips part. Keep your eyes open. It’s tempting to invite the dark, to erase everything but pure physical sensation, but you don’t want to miss this. You’re going to come on his cock one way or another, but think of how sweet it’ll be to see him follow you down; if you watch his face you might yet see the moment when he comes undone, when just for a moment he’s stripped down to his purest self. He's close, seeming to grow somehow even thicker and Fuck. I’m so full of you. I can’t—

You will.

Go ahead. Fall. There’s nothing left to do but feel it happen, so greet the little death and let it in. And that’s a growl, deep in his chest; he grips you tight and pulses inside, but his hand doesn’t stop, not til you’re thrashing in his grip from overstimulation. Shh. That’s it, relax. This is good, isn’t it? The comedown’s slow and shaky; he will hold you tight until he softens and slips free, but for now you remain pinned here, filled with his seed. Breathe slow and deep. In, out. In, out. That’s it. That’s good.