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The Plot Twist | 03

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 3: "I'm moving out."

You've never been a hypochondriac. Each time something strange and new occurred over the past week, you simply normalized it and moved on. But seven sevens mysteriously appearing on your skin the morning after your fever spell were admittedly too much, too eerie.

Something was definitely up.

So you went to the all-seer, the earthly keeper of scientific knowledge, the only place that could tell you what the hell was going on with concrete authority: NaverMD.

But then even you and NaverMD were stumped. Feeding your symptoms into the search engine reported a limited consensus of only two diagnoses. Dr. Naver, MD concluded that you either had a soulmate, or some extremely rare, spontaneous condition in which all your toenails will fall off and cause your eventual and sudden death.

Well, actually, no, the first diagnosis was cancer. But it always is, even when you're just constipated from too many snacks and too little fiber, so you discarded that one immediately.

Despite yourself, you found yourself leaning towards the worse of the two. Because somehow even the prospect of a bizarre, yet-unproven disease still seemed more believable than you having a soulmate.

And then you made your first mistake.

Oh, how simple life had been. You were just a wee child, trying to narrow down your suspicions, so young and naive. You never stopped to realize that some things were better left unknown, uncharted.

Like some theological figures before you, you couldn't resist the forbidden fruit of knowledge. Too drawn by the serpentine lure of instant internet search results, you plugged "7 tattoo" into Naver. And now you must live with your decision.

Because smoldering at you from behind your suddenly hateable phone screen are seven men widely considered to be amongst Korea's national treasures.

The thus-far revealed tattoo locations match some of yours, and you try to stave away the sinking feeling that the remaining others are just as accurate. Because that would mean…

…That would mean…

You have a soulmate. Soulmates.

Seven soulmates… who happen to be Bangtan Seonyeondan.

And that’s the moment your mind breaks.

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It's fine. You're fine. You are handling recent revelations with utmost grace and dignity.

Or at least you are sticking your pinky up as you completely obliterate a tub of ice cream in panic. It takes all the poise you can muster. Understandably. And then you almost throw up all that processed dairy back up, your stomach churning too much for you to punish it with cookies and cream like your usual comfort mechanism.

Why is this happening? Why you? You're not some chosen one, and you've never wanted to be the main character in some lame k-drama or fanfiction.

Maybe this is a weird prank your mother concocted to punish you for completely ignoring her texts and forgetting your "obligations" – i.e. popping out grandchildren for her to coo over. And that, to her well-meaning if conservative outlook, requires a well-established partnership and romance at the minimum. Your father must have let slip that you've skipped all of the group dating events she's been spamming your family group-chat with.

Your caring, loving, ruthless mother has picked your worst nightmare and brought it to reality, all to teach you a lesson. To try to ensure that you find love before you reach hagdom at thirty and must be sent to live shrouded in the woods, away from decent, beautiful society. (Her words, despite the fact that she herself is quite a ways past that age. Not that you would ever point that out. You value your life.)

The thought calms you, and you decide to vacuum the feathers from the pillows you destroyed in a fit of rage and madness. You needed to buy new throw pillows, anyway.

The loud drone of the vacuum soothes you further. Of course, having more than one soulmate is possible, but extremely unlikely. Having seven? Who happen to be the some of the most famous people in the world? That is as statistically likely as you winning the lottery seven times in a row. Probably less, actually.

Pfft! Soulmates? Hah! Nice try, eomma.

You have to hand it to her, she really had you going there for a second. You chuckle to yourself as you turn off the vacuum and go to empty it in the trash. Noticing your kitchen trash is full, you tie it off and carry it downstairs to the garbage room.

You feel oddly pensive as you carry the bag down. Perhaps something about the odor of the two-day old kimchi jjigae leftovers emanating from the plastic is addling your brain, because despite your rationalization you now can't stop thinking about the concept of soulmates.

It seems like there's so much that goes into a partnership, even with pre-destined compatibility. Sure, your parents are soulmates and love each other very much, but that doesn't mean their marriage is perfect. The equilibrium, the joy, the easy comfort they find in each other now is the result of many years of growing both together and apart, of being their own individuals who have learned to fit into each other like puzzle pieces.

They are soulmates, but their happiness wasn't fated. Perhaps the universe contrived for them to meet, but their bond was forged by their own hands. They chose each other.

You can't imagine ever giving someone the keys to your heart and trusting them not to disappoint you.

Or trusting yourself not to disappoint them.

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On your way back to your floor, you’re surprised to see your landlord with a guest when you step into the building elevator.

“Oh, great timing! Say hello, this young man moving in at 8004, right next to you,” your landlord says.

Your new neighbor is decked out in a bucket hat and oversized sweater ensemble. You see the moon tattoo peeking out from the back of his sweater and gulp.

That… That can’t be Park Jimin… right?

A split second, and that’s when everything you have been avoiding clicks with the finality of a key turning in a lock.

The call with Mijin, the anomalies you’d experienced, the comical twist of your recent everyday life.

It wasn't a prank.

And despite all the very real and terrifying things your mother is capable of, surely this coincidence is beyond even her ability to machinate. Which can only mean one thing.

You do have soulmates, and the universe has begun plotting.

But you… you refuse to do this. You’re not a little girl that the world can tell to spin in her skirt and flutter her lashes. There are things worth fighting against, and these things are love and the eventual disappointment of finding out that the person you adored is fallible and rife with flaws. All the more so when it's an idol with a perfect shiny image to uphold.

Despite your earlier post-Naver meltdown, you now find yourself strangely calm. This is a do-or-die situation, and you have never been one to go down without a fight. Your will shall not be bent, no matter what anyone says about "fate."

You realize your new neighbor is peering at you curiously, and you staunchly avoid his gaze. Your hair falls in front of your face like you're Sadako from The Ring, because you don't want him to remember any identifying features. Your landlord looks confused at your silence, but says nothing, and an awkward silence envelops the cramped confines of the elevator.

When the elevator finally, finally dings open, you refuse to wait and walk with your companions like a normal person. To both your landlord and your – ugh – soulmate's shock, you power walk out of there like you're an ahjumma heading to the store on discount day. When you finally make it to your once-safe haven, your now forsaken sanctuary, you slam the door behind you.

With your heart thundering in your chest, you look in the mirror and take in frantic breaths.

You decide once and for all.

“Let’s not fall in love,” you tell yourself, the promising ferocity in your eyes a hand-me-down from your mother.

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Today is a good day, thinks Kim Jaehyung. The sun is shining, his wife is making his favorite oxtail soup for dinner, and he's finally managed to rent out the last vacant unit in his building. The new tenant is polite and, more importantly, has paid the entire lease up front without even needing any bank loans.

The only blip is his other tenant's odd behavior in the elevator, and the way you practically fled into your apartment. The new renter is a handsome young man – Jaehyung would have thought that a pretty girl about his age would have been happy to show him the ins and outs of the building. Though perhaps you needed to go to the bathroom – he's certainly had those moments.

"She's my neighbor?" the man asks, sounding curious, his gaze following the way you speed walk away from them.

"Yes! Right next door," Jaehyung replies, trying to remember the new tenant's name. He had just looked at the lease agreement, too! "She's normally very accommodating, so I'm sure the two of you will get along well."

As if to mock his statement, your door slams shut behind you. With a shrug, Jaehyung leads the renter – Park! That was it! Tenant Park! – to the door next to yours.

After showing Park-ssi his new apartment and handing him the keys, Jaehyung is in the elevator when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

You I'm moving out

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You're exhausted. You might have told your landlord you were moving, but finding a new place within your budget that doesn't come with charming qualities like decorative mold or live-in, six-legged pets is proving difficult on such short notice.

Why isn't Park Jimin of fucking BTS living in one of the more expensive areas of Seoul, anyway? Why would someone that rich and famous choose your cozy, decent little building? He's gentrifying your already gentrified neighborhood! You're too accustomed to the luxuries of upper-middle class life to be happy about being forced out.

So you've taken to leaving home absurdly early and working until late, in hopes of avoiding any run-ins with your soulmate neighbor.

Despite your best efforts, you have somehow managed to end up alone in the elevator with Jimin. You were already inside, and he was running for the door looking so frazzled you didn't have the heart to press the close button on him. Curse the universe for taking advantage of your kind heart and gentle, amiable nature.

"Thank you," Jimin gasps, clearly out of breath. A bead of sweat trickles down from his temple, which you definitely do not notice. "I forgot my wallet."

He takes off his mask to breathe more easily, and you try to look anywhere but at his plump lips and the way his eyes squish when he smiles at you. The universe may have all manner of nefarious powers at its beck and call, but that smile might be the deadliest weapon of all.

"No problem," you mutter, hoping he never sees you again and yet also wishing you had used more eye cream today. Thankfully, the elevator is fast, but as the door dings open somehow Jimin keeps pace with you.

"We didn't get a chance to formally meet," he says cheerfully, somehow keeping stride with you despite your best efforts to break the world record for fastest casual walk. "I'm Jimin. What's your name?"

The simple, completely normal question makes you panic. You've reached your door and you gaze longingly at the handle, dreaming of the safety that beckons on the other side. So near, but so far.

You unlock it, and realize he's paused next to you, awaiting your response. That violently sweet smile is still on his face, and you find yourself staring dazedly at him for a moment before snapping out of it.

You need to exit this situation. Immediately.

You open the door and look him dead in the eye. "I don't talk to strangers."

Swiftly stepping inside, you close the door firmly behind you and try not to dwell on the fact that he is just as beautiful with his mouth hanging open.

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Jimin stares in shock at the closed door in front of him, wondering what on earth he did wrong. He just wants to be on friendly terms with his neighbors – well, especially the pretty one – but you seem to be avoiding him like the plague.

Maybe you're shy? Or slow to trust? Jimin doesn't think he's been doing anything threatening or overly familiar – certainly nothing to warrant the way you almost flee whenever you see him.

Then again, he's not a single (well, not that he knows whether you're single or not, but you seem to live alone, and haven't had any visitors of any gender despite being quite attractive, not that he's spent that much time thinking about whether or not you are single or anything) young woman living alone, so perhaps his judgment is biased.

Maybe he just needs to try harder! Show you that he really does have good intentions. Or would that be creepy?

It's been so long since anyone has treated him like this – just a regular, pesky person – that he can't help but be endeared.

And intrigued.

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These days even the temporary security personnel know your name. They know to expect you putting in overtime, but for today’s working hours you’ve completely outdone yourself.

It's late. Late enough that even for a workaholic Korean, you're the last one out of the office. You begin to make the trek to the train station, grabbing your keys from your oversized purse in case any weirdos try to follow you. Though then again, your bag itself could probably be a decent weapon – your building was updating and refreshing all of the first-aid stations, and so you have a bulky, metal kit weighing you down.

It would be kind of funny, actually, if you were able to injure someone with a first-aid kit. Something, something, irony.

You smile, mildly amused at the thought, but it quickly fades when you see a figure slumped on a bench at the bus stop. It looks to be a man, dressed in torn clothing, and when he shifts you see bruises littering his skin. His hair and eyes are hidden by the brim of a black baseball cap, and his features are otherwise also covered by a black mask, and you wonder if his face is also in bad shape.

You make your way closer, the kit weighing heavily in your purse, because you're an idiot who can't leave well enough alone.

"Do you need help?" you ask carefully, standing just slightly far away in case this is a violent person who's going to lunge at you. The man looks up in surprise, and you feel your lunch try to make a resurgence.

Because staring back at you with a black eye is Min Yoongi of BTS.

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Yoongi exhales and slumps forward on the bench outside the photoshoot location, wondering why he's been feeling so off lately. It's not quite the same as the depression slumps he's used to – rather than numbness, it just feels like something is missing.

The only time the feeling recedes is at night, when the ghost of that strange lullaby whispers at the edges of his mind. Yoongi's put the basic melody to paper, but he can't get it quite right. Every time he tries, it's like some note eludes him, flitting out of reach just before he can grasp them.

"Do you need help?"

Yoongi almost jumps before looking up to see a prim, well-dressed woman gazing at him in a mixture of suspicion and concern. Your eyes widen at his face, and he can register the exact moment you realize who he is.

Fuck.

You look horrified, which is not the expression he's used to seeing from fans. You take a step back, half turning as if to run. Also not something that typically happens.

Yoongi should leave, return to the photoshoot, find his manager and tell him he's been spotted in case damage control is needed. Instead he finds himself strangely spellbound, staring as your jaw clenches and your eyes close. You set your shoulders as if steeling yourself for war and turn back to him.

You reach into your purse and he tenses, ready to hide his face for when you inevitably pull out your phone to try to take a picture of him with fake bruises all over his face.

To his utter bemusement, instead of a phone, you pull out a metallic-looking case and toss it at him without warning. Yoongi is too taken aback to do anything other than watch it clatter to the ground.

"What the–" he begins, but you whip back around before he can finish and take off as fast as your heels allow. "...Fuck?"

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As far as obnoxious things the universe has thrown at you go, this one isn't so bad.

That's what you tell yourself as you stare at the very shiny, very pointy looking knife being brandished in your face in the alley you use as a shortcut home.

At least it's not a soulmate.

"There's no one here to rescue you, little girl," this apparent mugger gloats, and for a moment you actually feel a little flattered. Little girl? Really? At twenty-five? That's downright polite, honestly.

"Huh? Is everything okay back there?" calls a strangely familiar voice, making the both of you freeze. Thanks to your recent frantic googling and research, you recognize it surprisingly quickly, and you gasp and look your assailant dead in the eye.

"Kill me. Right now," you order, your voice leaving no room for argument. The maniacal glint leaves your attacker's gaze and he stares at you in confusion. And perhaps a little fear.

"Uh, what?"

"Fucking do it, bitch," you hiss, casting your gaze frantically behind him to see if the owner of the voice is coming to investigate. You point at your chest, where you assume your heart probably is. If you have one. "Right here."

"What the fuck, no, I just want your money?" he says in bewildered tones, beginning to back away from you. You hear footsteps from behind him, and panic begins to set in.

"DID I FUCKING STUTTER?" you screech, wanting your attacker to just hurry the fuck up already. Seriously if he wasn't prepared to stab someone why the hell is he waving around a knife? What a little bitch. This is the problem with youth these days – all talk and no follow-through.

"You know what, fuck it, just go," the guy finally says, dropping the knife to the floor. "This is too much for me. I should have just gone to trade school like my mom wanted."

"Whatever dude," you say with a shrug, taking the opportunity to gear up and sprint out of the alley. You pass a confused looking Kim Taehyung, and pat yourself on the back for avoiding another contrived situation the universe tried to force onto you. It can take its cosmic intervention theory and shove it up its black hole where the stars don't shine.

Unfortunately you don't realize that to Taehyung, time slows as you run by. The scent of your hair, the silhouette of your lips… he is utterly captivated. He can't help but to peek into the alley to see where you were coming from, and is surprised to see a masked man just standing there, staring blankly at the ground. Metal glints, and he's shocked to realize that it's not the ground that has drawn the man's attention, but a knife.

"Yeah, I'm not cut off for this," he hears the guy mumble as he kneels down to pick up the weapon. Taehyung tenses, unsure of what to do, only for the man to toss it into a dumpster. "I… I should go apologize to mom."

Had this man tried to attack that girl? Taehyung's fist clenches at the thought, an uncharacteristic flare of anger lighting his chest. Then it relaxes as it dawns on him that you must have talked the man down. Not just talk him down, but give up on his supposed path of crime entirely.

So not just beautiful, but intelligent too. Empathetic. You probably love animals, because he can already tell you're perfect.

For days after, he can't get the strange girl out of his head, or the smell of your flowery shampoo out of his nose.

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You should have known. You should have fucking known.

"Eomma," you say carefully, lest you invite another scolding from your mother that leaves you equal parts guilty and offended. "This is a very strange place for auntie's birthday."

She purses her lips, managing to look simultaneously irritated with you and pleased with herself, and shoves you forward.

You sigh, resigned, and begin to walk inside the building with slumped shoulders, heels clicking morosely beneath your feet. Until the very pointed throat clearing behind you automatically straightens your spine in a lecture-induced response you have never been able to shake.

"Are you here for the dating event?" chirps the far-too-chipper woman at the front desk, face brightening at the appearance of such a lovely attendee. You force a smile in response, glancing over your shoulder to see that yes, your mother is still watching outside with her arms crossed.

You send her a wave that just makes her tap her foot impatiently. With a sigh, you turn around and nod.

"Yes," you respond with all the joy of a human sacrifice walking to their doom. "I guess I am."

The employee beams at you and pushes forward a form for you to fill out. When you check the box indicating that you indeed have been experiencing soulmate phenomena, because you're an idiot who can't lie even to save yourself, her smile grows even wider.

"It's so great that you're taking initiative," she gushes, oblivious to the way you are now grinding your teeth. "Some people think cosmic intervention will take care of everything, and never end up meeting their soulmate!"

God, goddesses, saints and shamans, whoever the fuck, you think silently. That is literally all I want.

For a moment the image of two spinsters laughing at your pain flashes through your mind, but it's gone before you can really register what happened. What you do notice is that your mother has left.

"Oops, I think I left my ID in my car," you say with a smile suddenly much more genuine than before. "I'll be right back."

The poor, unsuspecting attendant just nods, and you're out the door and around the corner just as a black Palisade rolls up to the building.

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The store owner blinks in surprise at your appearance. It's broad daylight, and most of his customers are kids and teenagers. Grown adults don't tend to come here, other than the idol who thinks he's sneaky and the tired salarywoman who –

"Hey, Lee-ssi!" you greet cheerfully, sliding your game card out of your dainty purse. "Is there a new score for me to beat today?"

Lee Seungwon blinks again. You're wearing a sleek maroon dress that ends right above your knees, your hair is coiffed, you smell like a field of flowers instead of burnt coffee, and your face is powdered to perfection.

"[L/N]-ssi?" he asks tentatively. It looks like you. It sounds like you. But he wants to make sure, because you look far too perky for someone dressed like they're supposed to be on a date.

"Yes?" you reply, looking just as confused as he feels. "Is something wrong?"

"Er, no," he replies, accepting the game card from your manicured hand. "The usual? 2,000W?"

You grin and nod, prancing off to the Pacman machine with a bounce to your step.

Seungwon feels a strange sense of foreboding.

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Seokjin is the best hyung. Obviously. He's handsome, he's funny, he cooks, he takes care of his brothers, and even drives them to speed-dating events that are objectively a terrible idea.

In fact, he's such a great hyung that instead of returning immediately home, he deserves a little bit of fun. So he heads to a familiar little establishment. Seokjin's managed to re-establish his place as number one in Pacman, but it can't hurt to fill up the leaderboard even more and show that immature punk who's boss.

The fact that he is a grown man in a silent war with a child over an arcade game wooshes gently over his fluffy hair.

Lee-ssi's eyes widen in surprise when Jin walks in, and the idol follows the dart of the elderly man's gaze to see a maroon dress and a very shapely backside. He stifles a sigh when he realizes it is parked right in front of the Pacman machine, and that he likely can't even ask the woman to hurry up lest she recognize him.

Then he realizes that she is inputting a name on the high score screen.

Right above his.

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Masterlist | Next

[monmuses]

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect.

some people on here only complain to complain and NEVER do anything to change it. like, when the NSFW ban happened, the amount of people that i saw that cried about wanting to leave; any CHANGE or UPDATE that happened to some of the features to Tumblr that made people just. start threatening to burn down the site or spam their ticket system with bullshit to make them change it.

some of yall scream "i am the biggest loser in losertown" and it fucking shows.

like, i see this in so many situations, both with personal blogs AND in the RPC on Tumblr where a new change happens and suddenly, everyone's up in arms, complaining and screaming at AIR. changes happen. hell, i'd say that these recent changes to help improve Tumblr have helped in regards to making posts & the consistency in a lot of areas like showing posts, drafts, etc., but i don't see anyone talking about that!

and i know that this doesnt apply to everyone. i'm not vaguely calling out any mutuals here but i see this kind of attitude outside of tumblr and into social media in general. though, the stubborn attitude of "i cant handle change" on here is so prominent with some users, even if its a change that was bound to happen. some people just bag their heads and refuse to face the fact that this beloathed site is changing.

and i will admit, ive had myself get frustrated at some changes, but i work to get used to it because i KNOW its bound to happen. this site needs updates. but jesus christ, people complain just to complain and its so annoying when its REPETITIVE.

[rlmartian]

So um yeah finally making one of these hello and welcome to hell. Have fun because we’re all gonna be burning together for the rest of time.

Some ground rules:

I do drawing request but I won't draw nsfw and If I dont want to draw something plz respect that 

Please do not argue about things on my posts

Please do try to keep as much nsfw out of my posts as possible

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Stuff abt me:

You can call me Marz or Mako 

Minor 

Demiromantic Asexual 

Any pronouns but preference towards he (its just the fastest to type lmao)

Chaotic neutral 

Does art and occasionally animation

Has the worst tagging you will ever see

No real posting schedule 

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Fandoms I’m currently being consumed by

Lego monkie kid (lmk), The Magnus archives (tma), Percy Jackson, Hatsune miku colorful stage, Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (ROTTMNT), Helluva boss and Hazbin hotel, Spider Verse, All things D&D, Mcu, Dc, Genshin impact, Voltron, And a bunch of manga, manhwa, and anime

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I like asks and don’t mind spam liking and rebloging 

Blog is LGBTQIA+ and Neurodivergent friendly and mostly family friendly 

Most of the content will probably be lmk 

My requests are open I mostly do character and outfit designs and I can draw oc’s and fanart

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search key:

all original posts will be tagged with #mako’s blog

all original art will be tagged with #mako’s art

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

[[Info on Mod + Rules + Dni!!]] Read under more

OK RULES!!

The mod is @merwynsartblog!! I follow from there but ill always respond to rps and stuff on this one. I am an 18 year old bigender fella that doesnt know what the hell hes doing.

My main muse that i will use is Marco (oc) And Kevin from spooky month. I will most likely write for them instead of the other muses i have. Check rhe muses when you can they should have a thing to tell how active they are.

Im mostly just gonna wing it and figure how to do this silly thing

This blog is not mutual only!! So follow and send shit whenever you want!

Main muses will have multiple verses for the time being.

-the youngest i want people to interact with this blog is 16 or 17 as some topics can be very heavy and i do not want yougens to get harmed in any way.

-Please keep nsfw away from my blog. Idm suggestive or anything like that but pleaseee dont do horny shit. Im not comfortable writing it out and if i did i would have a alt blog for it.

-Dont chain on other peoples rps i think it should be obvious enough/nm

-Personals please please dont interact unless your side blog is a rp blog please and ty. Anons are fine and liking things are fine but anything else please dni. Ty

-Please give me time to respond this is a exposure therapy thing for me after all.

-Mod does nor equal muses.

-Dont spam too much ^^'

-I usually try to match my roleplay partner if there smth you dislike please tell me in dms! Ill fix it up!

-tell me if you need me to tag anything

-Acc will have angst,maybe gore, panic attacks , depressive episodes, mentions of cannibalism, and etc etc please be careful in my blog

-MULTIFANDOM/CROSSOVERS ARE WELCOMED!!

Uhhh DNI

-Shipping is also welcomed but please ask first and also know it usually a slow burn from me since its odd to me pushing romance like that- ofc platonic stuff is always on the table!

-NO DRAGGING DRAMA OVER HERE PLEASE!! I dont mind callouts and etc but this blog is purely just for fun! if im interacting with a yucky person or someone that makes you uncomfy tell me (with proof) and ill gladly fix that up

Basic lgbt+phobes,Racists,ablests, etcetc

People under 16 or 17

If you ship problematic stuff like victim x abuser or minor x adult kindly fuck off. (proshipping)

Stuff like that i dont think i need to make a big old thing about this you get the whole thing by now

For my own comfort, please no project sekai. Had someone in another site who was into the game who treated me badly and it reminds me of them. Hope you can understand/gen

[roseouji]

Kennith / He/Him / 18 / Gay

Selfship blog: @luvdisease

Art blog: @cherubiyo

BYF:

I don't usually check who I reblog from, feel free to tell me if i've interacted with a weirdo

I don't support all media that i reblog from.

proshippers and terfs burn in hell

I only trigger tag for major triggers

idc abt spam reblogs go wild, attention is attention

[reinabeestudio]

Finally 2024. I'm aware many of you aren't awake when this will be posted, so I'll allow myself this vulnerability for now.

Last year I fell asleep after dinner and missed the new year, so I celebrated it myself: by watching a video of the countdown and eating grapes at nearly 8am. It was just not the same.... it felt lonely.

And I guess that's one way to describe this past year: lonely.

It was not atrocious though. But I felt very detached from things. Maybe it's an age thing? I've already said this in the past, but despite my 'funnymandias' title I kept calling myself, I'm actually a pessimistic person. And I keep expecting bad things to happen to me at any second.

I just don't like myself. I've been trying to start changing that this year (since September or so) but as you can expect, these deep-rooted problems don't get resolved overnight. It's bloody hard.

I keep having problems reaching out to others, to friends. I have fun when I talk friends yet I keep self-isolating, feeling like I'm bothering whenever I send a simple message. That people see my name and sigh tiredly, 'ah not her again'.... Sometimes I wish people would reach out to me as well. Do you think of me?

That said, not everything was bad. These last few months were fun. Hell, I went to Scotland in October! That trip was awesome. If you guys didn't know, I fucking love mountains (seeing them not climbing them). Most of our stay was as a roadtrip and wow—the amount of greenery, the mountains, the lakes, the skies, the road with no cars for miles.... it was such a great experience.

When it comes to this blog, many of you have indulged my idiocy everytime it popped up. The things you all have said and given to me, I treasure them all. Even if you only spam like 4 million fire emojis, I love those kinda comments too. I think my art has changed, and I guess it's because I switched to SAI2 this year.

I wish all of you stay with me, despite my contant shifting between interests. Hopefully I can actually get over my fear and share more original content.

Bad things happened, good things happened. Such is life. I don't really have a resolution for 2024. Rather than looking forward for something big, I wanna learn to slow down and look forward to every day. Maybe it's an age thing. But I'm alright with a slow burn.

Thanks for your company ♔

[cloudninetonine]

Hii! I'm sorry if you meant your inbox is closed in general and not only for requests, but I really need to tell you this after binging a player's aid. Feel free to throw some gasoline on this and burn it! (also sorry it got a lot longer than I thought)

Man I,,, I don't even know how to begin. Like you're one of the first blogs in my Tumblr life that I actively checked for updates back in the days of Follow the Light. I remember writing a super cheesy ask where I sang praises to your works and I was so scared of interaction for no reason at all 😭

Yesterday I stumbled across the link (must- refrain- pun not intended) to that fic and opened out of curiosity,,, I don't really know the Zelda universe, I played BotW and I'm now waiting for TotK, but I said "hell yanno what, I want to read some of their stuff again" and… fella… I wasn't ready, your writing is absolutely insane, even more than I remembered. From the style, to the pacing, to the story and the characterisation- everything. It makes me feel so satisfied, like when you eat your favourite food yeah?

And now I want to watch the gameplays of every game (even tho I have no idea of how i should start) cus the brainrot is too damn real :')

Again I gotta say your style is immaculate and I'm trying to absorbe as many details as possible, maybe I'll stop having troubles with the pacing of my own stories lmao- But anyways, big ggs and kudos to you, you deserve them all <3

No but actually I wanted to ask if I could spam like and reblog the chapters. I didn't want to flood your activity thingy without asking you first. In case you don't want me to I'll just reblog one every two hours or something, idk whatever works better for you. Have a nice day/night :')

HI SORRY I MEANT FOR REQUESTS BUT NOT FOR GENERAL ASKS!

ALSO HI!

ANOTHER ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!

It means so much at the fact that you started reading just because you wanted to see my work again :') when I tell you that actually makes me a little tearful (positive of course!) and all the way back from Follow the Light (Missed writing that in all honesty)

And Player's Aid it's actually based on an au comic called "Linked Universe"! So there's a starting point if you haven't already! Just type the name into Tumblr and the first blog should be it! I didn't even start looking at gameplay until later on!

Also, I know this is late but no need to ask! I don't mind spam likes/reblogs- just reminds me people like my work :)))

[sekhithefops]

Diablo IV Sorcerer Build: Electrical Burn

Been a yip since I posted anything on this blog hasn't it? Well, thats because I've been kinda busy... in Sanctuary... killing the hell outta Hell.

While I normally go with the Necromancer (for the minion army) or the Druid (yip yip Imma furry,) I was surprised to find that it was the Sorcerer I stuck with all the way through the end of the main story quest.

Thing is, I greatly prefer to solo in games like Diablo IV, and for solo players the Sorcerer usually has the same life expectancy as a fly in a wind tunnel... and yet mine is easily my strongest character.

So, I figured I'd share the skillset I use with him with you all, a mixture of Fire and Lightning magic I've dubbed the Electrical Burn Build.

Basic Skill Tier:

For my basic skill I went with Spark, taking the enhancements to give it occasional multi-garget and the chance to form crackling energy. I also try to stick with a wand and focus as much as I can so that I can spam the hells outta this one. Faster cast speed is your friend with this spell, you wanna be able to machine gun this sucker! Assault Elixir is very useful for this as well!

Core Skill Tier:

For my core ability I chose Chain Lightning. Its an excellent spell for both groups and solo enemies as, should the Sorcerer stand alone against a single foe, the bolt of lighting will pinball between you and your foe so that it still hits multiple times!

Defensive Skill Tier:

For the defensive tier I took Flame Shield over Teleportation. Its a fun trick, but I found the self heal I got from Flame Shield really came in handy in a lot of situations!

As for Glass Cannon... its a risk, but with my Sorcerer most enemies die before they can land more than a hit or two on me, so this one works out pretty well if you're willing to take the increased damage.

Conjuration Skill Tier:

For Conjuration I actually took two spells, foregoing anything from the Mastery tier ability-wise. Lightning Spear and Hydra make a very deadly combination of sentient fire and lightning to decimate my enemies, whether they be alone or in groups.

I also took Precision Magic to increase my Lucky Hit Chance as much as I could. As for why...

Mastery Skill Tier:

I didn't take an actual spell from that, but I did take all three Lightning passives! Crackling Energy is a big part of my strategy in the game, and these are vital for my build. Any time an ability has something that can make Crackling Energy, I take it. When I run low on mana I can just dodge around and there'll usually be a few spheres nearby to nab for a quick recharge, and an extra burst of damage to boot!

Ultimate Skill Tier:

Naturally my Ultimate is Unstable Currents, or as I like to call it "Fuck you, I win." This, combined with a fast attack speed and spamming the hells out of Spark, will absolutely ERADICATE anything around my sorcerer. Swarms of foes, elite enemies, even bosses are laid low by this one!

Even the mighty Butcher has wound up dead at my feet with this build, multiple times! The last three encounters with the massive brute had him on the floor and me still standing with seven potions in reserve!

All thanks to my last skill...

Key Passive Skill:

When I pop Unstable Currents, crackling energy rains from the sky. It appears EVERYWHERE! When I grab it, my cooldowns are cut dramatically against elites. Against bosses and the like, that means I can get off Unstable Currents again VERY quickly under the right circumstances!

The Butcher might be able to survive me using it once... I got it off three times last time we fought, and he was fried beef by the time I was done.

Speaking of frying things... as for why this is called the "Electrical Burn" build...

Enchantments:

Both my Enchantments are Fire ones!

Fire Bolt's enchantment gives ALL my spells a burning Damage over Time effect for bonus damage, and the Fireball enchantment is a holy terror for enemy mobs!

I can fire off one Spark into a single bat in a swarm, and then just sit back and watch the fireworks display. A whole mob of Ghouls? Chain Lightning the leader and its raining limbs! Fireball's enchantment isn't much use against boss monsters, but against enemy mobs its absolutely devastating and lets me steamroll dungeons with ease!

So yes, thats my build. I'm still level 59 at time of writing and working out my Paragon Tree, but I may well update this once I'm done there. Feel free to give this a try if you like! It may not be for everyone, but I find there is very little that can stand against me with this setup.

[canonrpfinder]

🦝 this is the longest shot in the world, but as they say, you never know unless you try it;

hey all! 🖤 I've fallen back into my Guardians Of The Galaxy Hell since the last movie came out. hence, I'm looking for some Marvel /MCU related threads. what kind? glad you asked! I have a huge muse for Gamora and would looooove to explore some of her relationships outside of starmora plus, hopefully, some really weird rarepairs. only looking for canonxcanon stuff at this point and I'm not looking to double up as a default. some of my ideas so far go as follows;

⋆ Rocket/Gamora; some bonding between unlikely friends, opening up and sharing their experience in feeling like they're an absolute monster who didn't ask to be made. possibility for humanoid!Rocket maybe? some kind of plot where his mortal coil is dying and they need to implant his being into another alien form, angst over the disconnect between bodies but also maybe romance ensues?

⋆ Kraglin/Gamora; just a good old country boy bonding with the other daughter of Thanos, maybe crushing on the girl who's technically supposed to be Peter's?

⋆ Warlock/Gamora; learning to exist together as the outsiders with The Guardians; Gamora growing exceedingly exasperated and endeared with his innocence in the world, perhaps?

⋆ Nebula/Gamora; purely platonic bonding between sisters. maybe it's now Nebula trying to teach the new Gamora how to exist in a world without Thanos? some sisterly bonding?

...and more! I have a ton of ideas I'm happy to share and honestly, I'm so happy to brainstorm with you. I'm also up to do any timeline, pretty much any AU, as long as I get to write Gamora against someone. def even if it's a non-Guardian, I'm totally ready to roll and happy to create some weird alternate crackship AU. romance, angst and fluff in an appropriate balance is what I'm all about. I love slow burn stuff and am open to picking up some of the side characters for Plot Reasons. if you wanna see 'em, I'll toss some writing samples your way no problem. NSFW isn't my main goal, but I'm not against it! what I'm looking for in a partner is;

20+, as I'm 30+ myself. someone who can communicate their needs and ideas. whom I can share OOC stuff like pics, headcanons, music etc with. good grammar, multipara, novella style, over discord. I usually reply at least daily, though sometimes life gets in the way; I'm hoping for a similar level of activity from you!

that's it, that's the long ass post! I hope to hear from you soon; just hit like on this and I'll come find you! if you have anything relating to roleplay or writing on your blog, that's a huge plus though not a necessity; I usually check the blogs before interacting just to avoid spam bots and such. be well all, and write with you soon! 🌱

✒

[findroleplay]

🦝 this is the longest shot in the world, but as they say, you never know unless you try it;

hey all! 🖤 I've fallen back into my Guardians Of The Galaxy Hell since the last movie came out. hence, I'm looking for some Marvel /MCU related threads. what kind? glad you asked! I have a huge muse for Gamora and would looooove to explore some of her relationships outside of starmora plus, hopefully, some really weird rarepairs. only looking for canonxcanon stuff at this point and I'm not looking to double up as a default. some of my ideas so far go as follows;

⋆ Rocket/Gamora; some bonding between unlikely friends, opening up and sharing their experience in feeling like they're an absolute monster who didn't ask to be made. possibility for humanoid!Rocket maybe? some kind of plot where his mortal coil is dying and they need to implant his being into another alien form, angst over the disconnect between bodies but also maybe romance ensues?

⋆ Kraglin/Gamora; just a good old country boy bonding with the other daughter of Thanos, maybe crushing on the girl who's technically supposed to be Peter's?

⋆ Warlock/Gamora; learning to exist together as the outsiders with The Guardians; Gamora growing exceedingly exasperated and endeared with his innocence in the world, perhaps?

⋆ Nebula/Gamora; purely platonic bonding between sisters. maybe it's now Nebula trying to teach the new Gamora how to exist in a world without Thanos? some sisterly bonding?

...and more! I have a ton of ideas and honestly, I'm so happy to brainstorm with you. I'm also happy to do any timeline, pretty much any AU, as long as I get to write Gamora against someone. even if it's a non-Guardian, I'm totally ready to roll and happy to create some weird alternate crackship AU. romance, angst and fluff in an appropriate balance is what I'm all about. I love slow burn stuff and am open to picking up some of the side characters for Plot Reasons. if you wanna see 'em, I'll toss some writing samples your way no problem. NSFW isn't my main goal, but I'm not against it! what I'm looking for in a partner is;

20+, as I'm 30+ myself. someone who can communicate their needs and ideas. whom I can share OOC stuff like pics, headcanons, music etc with. good grammar, multipara, novella style, over discord. I usually reply at least daily, though sometimes life gets in the way; I'm hoping for a similar level of activity from you!

that's it, that's the long ass post! I hope to hear from you soon; just hit like on this and I'll come find you! if you have anything relating to roleplay or writing on your blog, that's a huge plus though not a necessity; I usually check the blogs before interacting just to avoid spam bots and such. be well all, and write with you soon! 🌱

_

[burnnotice]

yall are gonna laugh

i accidentally deleted my blog. i was trying to delete my side blogs and it deleted my whole account. theres nothing i can do. no this is not a joke. im quite fucking annoyed. but its whatever. i had like 500 inactive followers and barely anything to show for it. im really sorry to everyone who this upsets. im a little upset too. but its my own fault. im sorry. i probably wont be back much because of this, since i literally am back to square one. this is really embarrassing and i feel like a fucking idiot. but whatever. welcomes to burn notice 2.0 baby so what to expect now:

my love for burn notice will never go away, but my love for this app never existed. im actually not that upset my blog got deleted, besides the years of history and jokes and memes. i doubt i will return to this blog, and if i do, i will come back with way more knowledge of how this website operates and what works. i will try and be more professional as well. and maybe not show my blatant sam favoritism. im so grateful to all of you who were kind to me and supportive of my blog. please never let burn notice die even though i quite literally do not have the strength to continue right now in this setback. i never deserved the love and the top blog spot i got, and i am forever grateful of the experience that it was.

i am going to spam post most or all of the gifs i made for preservation and enjoyment.

regarding michael's spy tips; are you surprised to hear i was never going to be able to finish that...? i got close. but the thought of posting the tips, some of which included tips on how to commit crimes and make weapons is not something i wanted to really dip my toes in. i will still document every tip for my own personal archive, but i will not be remaking a blog for that.

overall, i know this replacement blog will never be what it was before. im sorry. i wish i could take back what i did and i feel so fucking stupid. im sorry for disappointing everyone. though im sure nobody will even notice

rip whatever the hell this blog was 3/13/2018–12/19/2022

[feathvrings]

“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”

selective and semi-private indie portrayal of KAZ rietveld BREKKER, JESPER FAHEY, naoise burns NESHA VLADSTIK, and WYLAN van eck HENDRIKS, as understood by sen.

rules below cut for mobile users.

general:

all muns must be 18+, as i am. i do not allow anon asks, so please be aware of this. this is my first venture into indie/1x1 rp, so please go easy on me—i’m accustomed to group rp, and still don’t know all the terminology. i will use the block button, whenever i feel it necessary. be nice and respectful. it’s a basic thing. i’m here to write, not argue—so let’s keep the ooc drama to a minimum. i don’t interact with call-out posts/purity culture/passive-aggressiveness/etc. don’t godmod/metagame, please. my name is sen! i'm 18+ and use they/them pronouns.

writing:

i write semi-literate to literate multi-para responses. i use a mix of beta and legacy editors, mostly because i’m new to tumblr and can’t figure out what the hell is going on with that, but i don’t seem to have the option to switch whenever i want. i will cut posts whenever possible—please be patient with me. i’m very active and have a tendency to reply frequently. please don’t feel rushed by me, i’m very patient—this is just a heads-up. just a warning, i talk in the tags. a fair bit.

plotting:

please don’t reach out through dms to plot with me unless we’re mutuals. if we are moots, feel free to contact me at any time to start up a thread, fangirl about the source material or our threads/characters, or just chat about anything at all. ask memes are a great way to start up interactions—always feel free to throw an ask my way, even if we’re not moots. memes and open starters are open to everyone, and i’m willing to write those threads for as long as they go.

formatting:

i do use small text, just to keep my dash easier for me personally to read. if you’d prefer i not use it for various reasons, just reach out and let me know! i generally use gif icons and/or small/medium gifs, but you don’t have to. i do not expect you to match my formatting. please don’t expect me to match yours.

content:

dark themes and triggers will absolutely be present on this blog due to the nature of the source material. i will do my best to tag things as needed, using the format “trigger cw.” things that will 100% be tagged are as follows:

death.

gore.

nsfw content (not that there should really be any of it on this blog).

this list will be added to as necessary.

following:

i will not follow/interact with blogs that:

write only/primarily smut/nsfw content.

contain omegaverse or a/b/o content.

roleplay as real people.

use a deceased person as a fc.

if you write untagged smut/nsfw, i may block you. if i follow you, i have read all of your rules/information and am interested in writing with you. if i don’t, i’m not. if you initiate a follow, 9 times out of 10 i will check it as soon as i see it and read your page. if i don’t follow back, i’m not interested—it’s nothing personal, and it could be for any number of reasons, so don’t feel bad. please don’t spam follow me to get me to accept it—my answer likely won’t change. if i initiate a follow, you are (of course) under no obligation to accept it. if you don’t intend on reciprocating however, please block-then-unblock (i think that’s a softblock?) me to remove the follow. i will take the hint, i promise. if i soft or hard block you, it’s nothing personal. i keep my dash very strictly curated.

nopes:

i do not write nsfw/smut. i do not accept anons. i reserve the right to not interact with anyone or engage in any interaction that makes me uncomfortable—period, end of discussion.

asks:

any meme/starter can be answered at any time. (if it’s one of those “send an emoji” ones you may need to remind me which post it’s coming from.) you’re always welcome to turn an ask response into a thread. please don’t use me as a source for memes—reblog them from the op. they’re the one that created it, they should get the credit.

for mutuals:

if you’re going to drop a thread, please let me know. i don’t mind, just tell me ahead of time so i’m not eternally on hold. always feel free to reach out to me. my dms are open: if there’s a reply that you’d like me to make some changes to, any plotting things you want to clear up, a cool musing you saw that fits our characters, or you just plain want to chat—hit me up.

[someflickers]

i saw some guy on tiktok chanting “oooh some of those swifties are unhinged, i don’t even wanna call them by their name otherwise they gonna swarm me”, like… bestie. we need to talk. and i’m gonna get extremely serious for a hot second.

i don’t know anything about this guy, really, i clicked “not interested” and moved on, because it’s not really about him. it’s about a swarm mentality, schadenfreude, and a hell of a lot of homophobia because i said it before and i say it again – calling somebody queer is a morally neutral thing. to see somebody in a full rainbow amongst openly queer people and think “hmm, something fruity is going on” is not being unhinged and making wild assumptions. it’s called “to have eyes”.

but i digress. it’s very funny to see the general fanbase all of a sudden scared to call us by our names like we’re gonna hunt them and take their silly little videos down after numerous cases of stalking and harassment on their part. i receive their silly little letters all the fucking time, and i’m not even talking about ts the artist that much, i prefer art and poetry above all things. but you don’t have to say too much to attract the swarm. to call a lavender a lavender is mostly enough.

and i don’t really want to draw hardcore real-life parallels, but… yeah. it’s not my first case of being treated like a threat by the majority. really, really not my first rodeo. and i’m not saying like “being treated badly as a gaylor on the internet and being treated badly as an ethnic minority in my personal life” is a similar thing, not at all. it’s just – i saw some people talking about us like we’re somehow dangerous to them personally and to somebody much more powerful than any of us ever could be. i saw the fandom majority doing this shit. and i have fucking chills.

in short, i was here, on tumblr dot com, when *that* lady’s blog got swarmed.

you know who i’m talking about.

her.

and i know she’s a divisive figure. but i saw entire blogs dedicated to impersonating her, or to mock her, or getting her out of the platform. you can call her all you want, you can call her every name on earth, but it *was* a harassment campaign. and the platform didn’t do anything about it. and a fandom majority celebrated it loudly on multiple platforms. like – burn the witch, the witch is dead.

i don’t like her in the slightest. but i think it got me traumatized, because… the length some people would go to defend their silly little pop star. they gonna organize a full-blown harassment campaign. they gonna create whole blogs dedicated to stalking and schadenfreude. you know? you know.

so, i saw some guy’s tiktok about us. it was nothing special really. he doesn’t have an argument or insight about it, just a desire to mock somebody and a little bit of spare time. it’s just… bestie. nobody’s gonna take your video down. nobody’s gonna swarm your comments. we’re too busy trying to salvage our own blogs because you feel the need to spam our tags and get us mass reported for fucking nothing. i still don’t want to go for hardcore examples, i swear, but…

if you are anything like me, you’re afraid of somebody’s fear much more than open hostility.

like, call me unhinged, but call me by my name.

you know?

[findyourrp]

🦝 this is the longest shot in the world, but as they say, you never know unless you try it;

hey all! 🖤 I've fallen back into my Guardians Of The Galaxy Hell since the last movie came out. hence, I'm looking for some Marvel /MCU related threads. what kind? glad you asked! I have a huge muse for Gamora and would looooove to explore some of her relationships outside of starmora plus, hopefully, some really weird rarepairs. only looking for canonxcanon stuff at this point and I'm not looking to double up as a default. some of my ideas so far go as follows;

⋆ Rocket/Gamora; some bonding between unlikely friends, opening up and sharing their experience in feeling like they're an absolute monster who didn't ask to be made. possibility for humanoid!Rocket maybe? some kind of plot where his mortal coil is dying and they need to implant his being into another alien form, angst over the disconnect between bodies but also maybe romance ensues?

⋆ Kraglin/Gamora; just a good old country boy bonding with the other daughter of Thanos, maybe crushing on the girl who's technically supposed to be Peter's?

⋆ Warlock/Gamora; learning to exist together as the outsiders with The Guardians; Gamora growing exceedingly exasperated and endeared with his innocence in the world, perhaps?

⋆ Nebula/Gamora; purely platonic bonding between sisters. maybe it's now Nebula trying to teach the new Gamora how to exist in a world without Thanos? some sisterly bonding?

...and more! I have a ton of ideas I'm happy to share and honestly, I'm so happy to brainstorm with you. I'm also up to do any timeline, pretty much any AU, as long as I get to write Gamora against someone. def even if it's a non-Guardian, I'm totally ready to roll and happy to create some weird alternate crackship AU. romance, angst and fluff in an appropriate balance is what I'm all about. I love slow burn stuff and am open to picking up some of the side characters for Plot Reasons. if you wanna see 'em, I'll toss some writing samples your way no problem. NSFW isn't my main goal, but I'm not against it! what I'm looking for in a partner is;

20+, as I'm 30+ myself. someone who can communicate their needs and ideas. whom I can share OOC stuff like pics, headcanons, music etc with. good grammar, multipara, novella style, over discord. I usually reply at least daily, though sometimes life gets in the way; I'm hoping for a similar level of activity from you!

that's it, that's the long ass post! I hope to hear from you soon; just hit like on this and I'll come find you! if you have anything relating to roleplay or writing on your blog, that's a huge plus though not a necessity; I usually check the blogs before interacting just to avoid spam bots and such. be well all, and write with you soon! 🌱

like & asker will find you

[roleplay-today]

🦝 this is the longest shot in the world, but as they say, you never know unless you try it;

hey all! 🖤 I've fallen back into my Guardians Of The Galaxy Hell since the last movie came out. hence, I'm looking for some Marvel /MCU related threads. what kind? glad you asked! I have a huge muse for Gamora and would looooove to explore some of her relationships outside of starmora plus, hopefully, some really weird rarepairs. only looking for canonxcanon stuff at this point and I'm not looking to double up as a default. some of my ideas so far go as follows;

⋆ Rocket/Gamora; some bonding between unlikely friends, opening up and sharing their experience in feeling like they're an absolute monster who didn't ask to be made. possibility for humanoid!Rocket maybe? some kind of plot where his mortal coil is dying and they need to implant his being into another alien form, angst over the disconnect between bodies but also maybe romance ensues?

⋆ Kraglin/Gamora; just a good old country boy bonding with the other daughter of Thanos, maybe crushing on the girl who's technically supposed to be Peter's?

⋆ Warlock/Gamora; learning to exist together as the outsiders with The Guardians; Gamora growing exceedingly exasperated and endeared with his innocence in the world, perhaps?

⋆ Nebula/Gamora; purely platonic bonding between sisters. maybe it's now Nebula trying to teach the new Gamora how to exist in a world without Thanos? some sisterly bonding?

...and more! I have a ton of ideas I'm happy to share and honestly, I'm so happy to brainstorm with you. I'm also up to do any timeline, pretty much any AU, as long as I get to write Gamora against someone. def even if it's a non-Guardian, I'm totally ready to roll and happy to create some weird alternate crackship AU. romance, angst and fluff in an appropriate balance is what I'm all about. I love slow burn stuff and am open to picking up some of the side characters for Plot Reasons. if you wanna see 'em, I'll toss some writing samples your way no problem. NSFW isn't my main goal, but I'm not against it! what I'm looking for in a partner is;

20+, as I'm 30+ myself. someone who can communicate their needs and ideas. whom I can share OOC stuff like pics, headcanons, music etc with. good grammar, multipara, novella style, over discord. I usually reply at least daily, though sometimes life gets in the way; I'm hoping for a similar level of activity from you!

that's it, that's the long ass post! I hope to hear from you soon; just hit like on this and I'll come find you! if you have anything relating to roleplay or writing on your blog, that's a huge plus though not a necessity; I usually check the blogs before interacting just to avoid spam bots and such. be well all, and write with you soon! 🌱

[darkdoverpseeker]

🦝 this is the longest shot in the world, but as they say, you never know unless you try it;

hey all! 🖤 I've fallen back into my Guardians Of The Galaxy Hell since the last movie came out. hence, I'm looking for some Marvel /MCU related threads. what kind? glad you asked! I have a huge muse for Gamora and would looooove to explore some of her relationships outside of starmora plus, hopefully, some really weird rarepairs. only looking for canonxcanon stuff at this point and I'm not looking to double up as a default. some of my ideas so far go as follows;

⋆ Rocket/Gamora; some bonding between unlikely friends, opening up and sharing their experience in feeling like they're an absolute monster who didn't ask to be made. possibility for humanoid!Rocket maybe? some kind of plot where his mortal coil is dying and they need to implant his being into another alien form, angst over the disconnect between bodies but also maybe romance ensues?

⋆ Kraglin/Gamora; just a good old country boy bonding with the other daughter of Thanos, maybe crushing on the girl who's technically supposed to be Peter's?

⋆ Warlock/Gamora; learning to exist together as the outsiders with The Guardians; Gamora growing exceedingly exasperated and endeared with his innocence in the world, perhaps?

⋆ Nebula/Gamora; purely platonic bonding between sisters. maybe it's now Nebula trying to teach the new Gamora how to exist in a world without Thanos? some sisterly bonding?

...and more! I have a ton of ideas and honestly, I'm so happy to brainstorm with you. I'm also happy to do any timeline, pretty much any AU, as long as I get to write Gamora against someone. even if it's a non-Guardian, I'm totally ready to roll and happy to create some weird alternate crackship AU. romance, angst and fluff in an appropriate balance is what I'm all about. I love slow burn stuff and am open to picking up some of the side characters for Plot Reasons. if you wanna see 'em, I'll toss some writing samples your way no problem. NSFW isn't my main goal, but I'm not against it! what I'm looking for in a partner is;

20+, as I'm 30+ myself. someone who can communicate their needs and ideas. whom I can share OOC stuff like pics, headcanons, music etc with. good grammar, multipara, novella style, over discord. I usually reply at least daily, though sometimes life gets in the way; I'm hoping for a similar level of activity from you!

that's it, that's the long ass post! I hope to hear from you soon; just hit like on this and I'll come find you! if you have anything relating to roleplay or writing on your blog, that's a huge plus though not a necessity; I usually check the blogs before interacting just to avoid spam bots and such. be well all, and write with you soon! 🌱

like if interested!