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[bythebonefire]

@slashore​

He remembered holding Sans in his arms when he was still a babybones. Wingdings, seven years old at the time, had taken every opportunity to do so, and his parents had been happy to indulge him. It meant they could get a moment to themselves, at the very least. Wingdings would carry him around everywhere, read to him, show him the projects he was tinkering with. Sans had absolutely been too young to understand any of it, but Wingdings hadn’t minded in the slightest. He was a big brother, something he’d always wanted to be, and he’d taken that responsibility with a profound solemnity. 

Carrying Sans now, his brother draped over his back as Wingdings ducked through alleys and backstreets, all he could think of now was that even in his mid-teens, Sans barely felt much heavier at all. Bones were light, he supposed. Or maybe it was just that they both had grown.

He wished he’d had Sans’s ability to teleport. That would’ve made this easier. But as it was, he was tensing up every time he caught a flicker of movement in his vision, thought he caught sight of things moving in the shadows. These streets weren’t safe for anyone late at night, and if anyone did try to cause them any trouble, Wingdings’ ability to protect them was going to be limited. But he had to keep moving. Every second he was terrified, worried that the unconscious pile of broken bones on his back would suddenly collapse into dust. The lightness of bone made lighter still. 

Finally, he reached the door. He didn’t know Dr. Toriel, but he’d heard her name before. A physician who was known for fixing up those on the wrong side of the law. 

At present, it was Wingdings’ only option. Once the door opened, he sagged in relief, adjusting Sans’s weight on his back. 

“Doctor?” He tried his level best, to maintain his composure. Tried not to sound as terrified as he truly was. But his calmness had limits, and he’d passed it somewhere two hours ago when Sans had first crumpled in their doorway, beaten to a half-dusted pulp. “I’m sorry, I--he was out after curfew; I think a couple of Don Dreemurr’s enforcers roughed him up. I didn’t know where else to... please--please, he needs help.” 

[monmuses]

1, 13 and 15

Nosy Mun Day Questions!

1. How are you today?

13. When did you start roleplaying?

15. What fandoms are you in?

// *im doing good! lil better than yesterday or for the past few days but im still working on my mood at the moment. im just pretty drained emotionally speaking, but its getting a lil better hdsjhhdas

// *i first started ACTUALLY roleplaying in like 2014 w/ a friend who got me into tumblr. i was on amino for a bit, but ended up leaving bc it just wasnt my vibe. aaaaaaaand im here now! ive gone from a self insert OC blog to a massive multimuse blog with both canons and OCs to write, and i had a previous fear of writing canon characters, weirdly enough. ive just been vibing, doing my own thing tbh

// *uhhhh honestly? im in ANYTHING that catches my attention. like, if i made a list, i wouldnt remember half the fandoms im in unless i find something i used to enjoy from like 10 yrs ago. ive been in MLP, TF2, Overwatch, L4D, Mandela Catalogue, Dead by Daylight, Terraria, Minecraft, Cuphead, It (2017), Stranger Things, just... a lot of stuff. Marvel and DC included. i think those two are the oldest fandoms ive been in but im more of a lurker than anything else. my dad got me into them at a very young age and i know some stuff about em

[waketothefire]

@slashore sent:  ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . - [From Natalia to Viago]

“A conqueror as provident as brave, / He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. / His reign laid quantities of human dust: / He fell upon the just and the unjust.”

Fingers brush over hair as he reads to them. There’s a pause after he finishes the short poem, followed by a huff of air. “That’s about Napoleon. Humans are so dramatic.” He turns the page of the worn book, careful not to damage the old paper. Viago’s hand returns to their hair a moment later. “What do you call it? Ambrose Bierce is a... shrimp? A shrimp for Napoleon? Does that mean they are small or that they are an ugly creature with many legs?”

[mastermegatron]

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[   ✨     ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

I might have a pinterest board for this.

Aesthetic references: futuristic-themed fire and hellscapes, fire in general, volcanoes, blackholes, deep space, lightning storms, and rainbows.

As for symbols, I tend to draw from other literary references, such as Dante’s Inferno, the Bible, Shakespeare (to purposefully misquote), Paradise Lost, and other random pieces I might come across. I also use chess pawns.

If I am answering this right.

Canonically, Megatron created/has access to a fire dimension where his base of operations is. Takara wrote him as the ultimate edgelord and he is supposed to be the “Emperor of Darkness” and “from hell.” So - I like to headcanon it a bit further that this ‘fire dimension’ isn’t just fire and brimstone like hell is typically depicted as and that it’s livable. So, cities built into the fire and brimstone. Like this and this.

Rainbows are mostly in reference to his paint job, whereas fire and lightning are in reference to powers he possesses and the ability to manipulate those elements. Chess pawns just represent how he is also a pawn.

The literary references are mostly to inspire my own writing.

[wcrkerbee]

% [ susie ]

Ping.

Pingpingpingping.

to » <𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍> { Who is this and why is this line in my database? }

If Susie's on any standard human device, she'd get a similar mess to what poor Dennis' phone dealt with.

[cultiist]

@slashore | asked to put Firkle in the hospital

There’s a thing about people in South Park. They really hated anybody who had the nerve to be different from them. On one of Firkle’s nights spreading the word of their old gods with Kenny, they got involved in something much bigger than expected. Firkle did something he wasn’t supposed to do.

When Kenny was in danger, he shoved him out of it and took the hit. Several hits. Until he blacked out and couldn’t feel a thing anymore.

Firkle laid in a hospital bed, hooked up to a few machines and his breathing soft and shallow. He was always so small, but he had never looked so tiny before. So frail. He was bandaged all over, with some areas bleeding through again already. He seemed to be asleep until he would begin to stir, slowly waking up.

Soft golden eyes blinked open, tired from their long rest as they focused on Kenny. Then his lips curled up into a weak smile he couldn’t hold, as he closed his eyes to handle his blurry vision, unsteady vision.

“My lord? Are you alright? What happened?” He murmured softly, memories a bit fuzzy of the incident now.

[starfoam]

“It is the least I can do.”

Strange, ephemeral beauty. Magic recognizes magic; this woman is not (or was not) human, not entirely, but she does not appear Fae. Her words are too sincere, her manner too straightforward; delicate, gentle.

Lo, in contrast, is a different kind of soft. Earthy, round, covered in soot and dirt from working the hearth and land, hands calloused by labor and craft. Her home is modest, but welcoming; every shelf is crammed with books and trinkets, and her window planters spill over with herbs.

Magic recognizes magic and makes room for it. Lorelei is thankful for the company.

“What brought you all the way out here, if I might ask? It is a long way from any village.”

(Fairytale AU!Lo, for Amalthea!) "Here, this will warm you up. Eat slowly, though, thaw too fast and you'll get sick before it works." The bowl is imperfect and the broth is brown, but it's warm, and the cozy smells wafting up from it betray its modest looks. It's got chunks of carrot, potato and mushrooms - meat is harder to come by in winter, but it's still hearty. Lo hands the woman a spoon. "Take your time, I'm in no rush to send you back out in that storm."

―  ♕  「  The  girl  ,  who  was  once  a  unicorn  and  almost  a  human,  was  a  delicate  thing  .  Like  out  of  a  dream  .  As  if  reality  itself  softened  about  her,  to  reveal  this  frail  thing  carved  of  opal  .    」Amalthea  takes  the  bowl  gently  into  her  hands  .  The  warmth  seeping  in  through  the  wood  pleasantly  .  warming  frozen  hands  .   ❝  Thank  you  .  ❞  When  she  speaks  her  voice  is  like  a  song  ,  echoing  gently  .   ❝  You  are  very  kind  .  ❞

The  smell  of  it  reminds  her of  an  adventure  long  past  ,  and  a  woman  who  had  waited  a  lifetime  to  see  her  .  These  memories  help  warm  her  as  she  brings  a  spoonful  to  her  lips  .  She  hopes  to  remember  this  fondly  too ,  one  day  .  Sitting  by  this  stranger’s  hearth  .  Savoring  a  warm  meal  made  out  of  kindness  .   

[glitchid-a]

A TRANSFORMER MULTIMUSE featuring both CANON && ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Sideblog to @slashore. temp cred.

[bngbby-aa]

IND . PRIV . SEL . KNOCKOUT OF TRANSFORMERS.

Sideblog to @slashore . Blog is 18+ , minors will be blocked on sight .

[fenghuane-a]

@slashore & @afflatui​

there are two kinds of people

[shera-princess-of-power]

When she takes over the Crimson Waste by defeating Tongue Lashor

Catra in season 3 of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[purgekiing]

@slashore |

Now Kye minded his own business in the days since he gave Kenny that dare. He hadn’t asked for an update, and he ignored Kenny’s worsening behavior. Offered murder of others when he could, and mostly acted as a friend. Kenny had to say for himself if Kye was right after all.

But it was a peculiar incident when Kenny came to visit. Sitting on the couch carelessly and then he heard it. The soft thud against the floor.

His eyes would glance over, and the moment he caught sight, he was quick to pick the item up. Black leather collar, with familiar golden tags. Just like the picture if he recalled it correctly. But this made him click his tongue.

“You’re still carrying this around? Didn’t he already vanish off the face of the Earth?” The words are cold, meant to cut into Kenny as much as a knife would as he spun it around his finger, making it jingle. “What? I thought you didn’t need him. Shouldn’t this have been thrown away a long time ago? Unless you plan to give it back.”

“Oh, but he must not want it, right? That’s why you have it? That’s why you’ve been a pissy bitch, right? Don’t have your little pet anymore cause you wanted to prove a point so bad, you made him run away forever.”

[allymoved2]

@slashore​

“I know it ain’t christmas or your birthday or nothing like that. I just saw these and I thought you might like them.” He explained before carefully handing him an open box with displayed a quick nice pair of ninja stars. “Sorry if you already got something similar.”

[cultiist]

The force is something he follows easily. Letting himself be guided by the tug of Kenny’s hand without pulling against the command for even a mere second. Those honey gold eyes remain fixed on green ones, savoring every detail they gaze upon of his face and present emotion.

He blinks slowly at the praise, practically melting when he’s lavished in it. That low purring growl such a reward he could only imprint it in his mind. Letting the sound play over and over in his thoughts until he was sure he had grown addicted to the way it sounded followed by the praise. He’s a good boy. All he wanted was to be a good boy for Kenny. He was so happy, to have his master be proud of him filled his heart with soaring joy.

Every touch is enough to make him wither, towered over like this he doesn’t know if he thanked his old gods enough for the blessing that was his master. For the ability to be with him like this. “Yes, sir. Yours.” His eyes met with Kenny’s wide ones, lips curled into his own gleeful grin. “Every inch of me. My skin, my bone, my blood and soul- it’s yours. Forever yours. Whatever you decide to use me for I’ll thank you.”

;; @cultiist taken from here

The way his cute little pet’s face turned pink was utterly delicious, bringing a feral smile to his face. Half-lidded he gazed down at him with a possessive light burning in those green eyes. Lithe fingers, calloused and bandaged, pulled at Firkle’s chin. Then traveled down to the black collar with it’s golden tags. Tugging roughly at the leather. 

It was in every word precious to Kenny, how the other breathed so softly his undying adoration. The priest was rewarded with a low purring growl that rose in his throat. “You’re such a good boy.” The praise fell from his lips so naturally. Yes, Firkle was his good little boy. Even when he fucked up  he tried so hard to rectify his mistakes. “I mean it. I really do.”

Kenny’s hand raised back up to the other’s chin, thumb swiping over his lip as he leaned down ever slightly. Using his height to tower over him. “You’re mine. For as long as you breathe you are mine…. And if anybody other than me kills you, I’ll drag your filthy soul right back here. I’m the only one allowed to end your life.” The grip on his chin tightened as Kenny’s eyes grew wide, a wild look blowing his pupils out. “Nobody is ever taking you from me.”

[liminaltm-a]

Excuse me as I’m sure this is going to end up a bit of just me rambling on. So a few updates, starting off as I mentioned the other day I’m now going by ICARUS. 

@glitchid​ is going to be under indefinite hiatus. I certainly plan on returning to it, however I am more focused on Slashore right now. Growing this blog and getting it to a place where I feel satisfied. 

No changes will be happening with @bngbby​, though my activity there will likely continue to be sporadic. KnockOut’s muse is just a pain in the ass (main reason why he continues to be placed alone on his own blog.)

Sidenote, I’m considering adding Miko Nakadai of transformers prime to this blog. As I do already have Mikaela on here, there is not reason for me to still feel weird about adding human transformers muses on here... ( In the past I’d considered giving her a blog separate, but again I have Mikaela on here now.)

[glitchid-a]

Hello Hello!! I’ve managed to pull off the brunt of this in record time ... I think. This here is a Multi-muse blog for my sci-fi muses and ocs. It’s all Transformers right now, and it’s currently only a few of my canon muses (tfp soundwave, Blurr, and Moonracer.) I was going to wait until I had my OCs up and ready to go too, but I realized that with all the design work I need to do to polish them off... I really wanted to have a place to document all that! 

This blog, as all my others, is a sideblog to @slashore​!