#st4rsinclined

[armoredone]

prompts ( always accepting ) @st4rsinclined: you're making "the face" again.

At one point Reiner had been a dreamer, he could still recall plenty of times where he'd space out, thinking of a better life, better meals, a happier mother during Warrior training. That habit had followed him to Paradis, where Connie and Sasha both would shake him back to his senses whenever his amber eyes glanced off into the distance a little too long. Nowadays? His dreaming was more of a buzzing in his ear, a veil stripped over his eyes, thinking of nothing at all was better than thinking too much and falling into a spiral of self hatred and horrific memories and guilt.

Reiner missed being able to dream about simple manners like food and games and sunshine.

Jumping in his seat, he has the right mind to send an apologetic look to Porco, returning his gaze down to his plate where a stale pastry sat next to a small dish of jam. The duo only had so much time to eat lunch before having to return to the kids, but apparently Reiner's appetite was as usual abysmal.

" The face? Do you have names for all the expressions I make? " He asks softly, pushing his plate away in favor of grabbing his cup of coffee and nursing the now lukewarm beverage. He wouldn't be surprised if Porco did in fact have names for everything he did, perhaps even some left over from childhood. They probably were all as funny as any joke the other made at his expense.

" Sorry. You haven't been talking this whole time have you? I sorta drifted away there. " He knew it was pathetic, that most often than not he was hanging onto his sanity by a thread, and that both Porco and Pieck knew it too. He only hoped that they didn't know that the only reason he still allowed himself to breathe was them and the kids.

No, he'd very much hate the idea of any of them figuring that out.

" Want this rock of a tart? If you break into the breading I'm sure the filling is just fine. " He offers dryly, expression not giving way to any sort of emotion even after he pushes the plate further way, right over to his companion.

[gravesung]

there's a wide grin that settles across his lips as he holds out a gift bag; a gaudy ass pink with faux fur lining. maybe he's a nuisance, and he makes himself one, but this is the most alive he's felt in a long time. "c'mon then, open up your gift birthday boy!" there's apprehension on orion's face, but it's rude to not accept the gift and they both know it: so fingers dig into the bag, pulling out the pink glittery object, face absolutely draining of color. ryomen's grin only widens. "it's so you can go fuck yourself!"

aisa twins birthday [ dec 21 ] shenanigans! | ACCEPTING.

❝ WOW, THANKS! JUST WHAT i've always wanted! ❞ he proceeds to dart in as fast as he can to try to whack sukuna right in the nose with it.

[cursesavior]

✉ @st4rsinclined said: PINNED + vampy boys ;)

"Satoru, I'm home-" Suguru starts to greet him as he enters their bedroom, though the words hardly get the chance to leave his mouth before he's being shoved against the door, wrists pinned with a strong grasp on either side. Normally he kept an eye on Satoru at all times - he was still rather new to the whole vampire thing, so he could get a bit... Unpredictable when he was hungry, but tonight Suguru had him go back to their room early while he wrapped some things up with a handful of new initiates. It had been a long night, after all - too long, apparently, judging from the way Satoru practically jumped him the second he closed the door, burying his face in his neck.

He expects to feel fangs sinking into his neck, knowing he's permitted to take the metal muzzle he typically wears off when it's just the two of them, but he doesn't - just feels his lips, his tongue, little nibbles here and there over the mark he'd left on a previous night. "Hmm?" He purrs, his surprised expression melting into something pleased, somewhere between smug and proud. He really could've fed at any moment he wanted to, but he's waiting for his direct permission, isn't he? How cute. Honestly, it goes to his head a little, knowing the kind of power he has over Satoru - how, even in this state, even with those nearly impossible to control urges and painful appetite, he still listened to Suguru first and foremost. It's the kind of devotion he doesn't take for granted - the same devotion that Suguru reflects right back at him. He's the only one he's ever let drink from him before, and he'd do so much more than that for him, would move mountains for him if he needed to. He wants to make him a king someday alongside him, just as worshiped and revered as he is currently, even if right now most of the cult seems to view Satoru as his guard dog. Once he's learned to control himself a bit better, he'll make sure they bow to him, too.

"And here I thought you were being impatient, but you're rather obedient, aren't you? Good boy." He praises with a teasing lilt to his voice, knowing how much it effects his lover when he talks like that, tilting his head to the side to give him more room. He's always been easy to please, and Suguru is more than willing to give that to him. "Go ahead - drink as much as you like, since you've been so good for me tonight."

[kinoroi]

❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞ mayhaps from gojo?

he remembers his grandfather well. a strong man, of course ‒ where else might yuuji get it ? perhaps not brazenly so, but he had a constant sort of sturdiness about him. this was showcased well in the yellowed calluses upon his palms, the staunch square of his shoulders ‒ the slope of his brow, softened with age.

in the lessons he taught.

now is no time to think of what you do not have, his very existence spoke. not a scream or otherwise yelp into the uncertain void, but a firm declaration of conduct. the proclivity to just simply live. think of what you can do with what there is, his very existence spoke.

he wasn't roundabout enough to hide kernels of wisdom beneath a veneer of impishness. rather, his edification was provided point blank; tête-à-tête. he still has a dent somewhere in his skull to prove it, yuuji thinks.

❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞

gojo satoru is roundabout enough to hide kernels of wisdom beneath a veneer of impishness; he does so often enough that the clean comparison gives pause and

and the fact is this: he remembers his grandfather well. but there are moments, he supposes, when the memory shifts. calluses, shoulders, brows, the nearness of infinity. he blinks and the instance is gone.

yet still it exists, because still his grandfather exists and perhaps this is what they meant when they said yuuji would see him everywhere.

❝ .. so what side am i? ’ he asks eventually, like this kind of mentorship from two of the strongest didn't instill in him a benevolence that borders on fatal. ‘ heads or tails, @st4rsinclined ? ’

he rubs a hand over his chest.

[pontevoix]

connie wads the paper of a straw wrapper, closes one eye, & tries to ‘ shoot a hoop ‘ into an empty pint glass. reiner is bartending tonight, & they’re friendly enough that he doesn’t mind when connie waves a hand ( then two hands ) to get his attention & to request an empty glass for his trash basketball.

he buses tables sometimes, as the world’s worst volunteer, so that he can get enough wrappers to make for a longer game. tonight has promised for a short game; he’s only collected three wrappers that have littered the bar counter. 

one wrapper makes about six different basketballs. tonight, four drinks in, connie has about a fifty percent success rate, & he’s got a ways to go. 

he crouches at the bar, takes careful aim, & times his throw to the thrum of a 1970s bass guitar track that plays out of a speaker system too familiar with static. he misses the goal when victory is interrupted by the sudden intrusion of eren’s head leaning over the counter to holler a request at reiner.

eren blinks his surprise when paper strikes his cheek, & connie barks out his surprise as though it were a shout – & he calls himself an opportunist when he offers the mandatory feedback : ‘ shit, if that’s not proof of a big head, i don’t know what is ! ‘ 

but he waves his hand in an insincere apology even while he speaks – you understand why i had to say it, he doesn’t say aloud, but eren seems to get the message. he clenches his jaw shut & huffs a laugh & flicks wads of paper back towards connie on the bar, as though it were a game of soccer rather than basketball. 

‘ yeah, you get it, ‘ connie breathes & commits to the game & commits to littering the floor with paper that reiner will later need to sweep.  there’s a reason that connie earns the name world’s worst volunteer, & reiner will complain about it later but – 

they’re friendly enough that it doesn’t matter. he & eren are friendly enough too, in a way that makes sense for the type of friends that only gravitate into one another when they’re craving noise & an unspoken agreement not to get too personal, not to presume too much about one another.

of course, eren talks a lot – connie has heard too much about his boss, about his recent painting, about the stupid shit he’s heard a couple of customers going on about. & connie talks a lot – about the fact that he had to pretend to know zumba in the past week when the teacher for the park’s free programming went missing in action, about some of the things that people have left laying around local picnic tables, & the fact that there is a community hike upcoming & hell, yeah, eren should come. 

they talk enough that they do a poor job of hiding the things that they don’t plan to talk about. regardless of unspoken agreements, connie knows that eren has a volatile relationship with his family – & eren knows that connie feels that he owes too much to his family — that his family deserve better than what they have. 

eren & he talk enough, &  it doesn’t come as a surprise. a lot of colors bleed through eren uninvited, & connie’s never been good at keeping secrets.

so eren flicks a straw wrapper at connie, & connie tosses one back. reiner brings out a broom, & connie waves at it with the promise that he’ll take care of it later, & he orders drinks instead. 

the bar starts filling as the hour presses closer to ten, & they pass the time, abandoning bartop sports for darts, slinging arms over one another’s shoulders when the urge comes to confide a secret that is more of a crass joke than a secret. in passing, they take turns suggesting going somewhere else, making a night of it. 

they never do. they wind up where they started, at a bar littered with torn bits of straw wrapper paper. connie kicks his feet at the bar, & it thuds a hollow percussion. he watches eren check his phone with increasing religious regularity – though it’s reaching that time of night when fewer people are awake to send messages, to make calls. 

connie’s bad with his own phone, usually. he has a habit of misplacing it, so he always asks reiner to keep it behind the bar for the night when he comes here. 

a wave of something morose slides over him, so he drops his chin onto his forearms. it’s that time of night whe he gets too thoughtful, too suspicious. sasha always tells him that the wise guy act doesn’t suit him, since he’s not wise. connie’s inclined to agree with her, but – 

eren fumbles with his phone, & reiner gets a cloth to start wiping down tables – connie extends a hand to offer to be the world’s worst volunteer, & he’s struck with the realization that they’re all just filling the time. 

they have an unspoken agreement not to get too personal, not to presume too much about one another, but it’s an agreement they’re pretty bad at keeping. 

‘y’know,’ he begins because he’s feeling thoughtful. reiner shoves a dishrag in his hand, & connie pushes himself to stand. nodding towards eren, connie observes, ‘ you’re the type that likes picking fights too much. ‘ 

he turns to reiner & nods again, ‘ & you get in fights too much despite yourself.  shit, d’ya think you’re a match made in heaven or something? ‘ he blends old observations from one life he can’t quite remember, new observations from the life that he does. he blends things he shouldn’t know & logic & jest. 

he slaps the rag against a table & begins wiping a table with fervor & with no technique. he doesn’t see the look that eren & reiner exchange. 

however, he does feel the upwards slap to the back of his head that eren delivers without ceremony & with too much joy. 

‘ i should think you'd have had enough of bars, ‘ eren says. 

for @st4rsinclined : i should think you'd have had enough of bars. for eren and connie

no battles are meant to go uncompleted, even among men who are friendly enough too, in a way that makes sense for the type of friends that can’t help but be familiar. 

so connie snorts, ‘  what ? i’m on to something here, jaeger, & you know it. ‘  

he snaps the rag towards eren in retribution, & he knows he has good instincts, even if it’s often forgotten. he knows he does. 

[moonsmourning]

@st4rsinclined: ❝  he  has  been  using  his  magic  for  entirely  selfish  reasons.  ❞ *shaddix & rose

sitting up on the chair behind the counter with folded legs, roselle tosses another walnut into her mouth and chews, happily bouncing her crossed leg while reading from a rather large and old book spread across the counter. it's about the same size as the cash register, and she knows shaddix is no doubt annoyed that she's got her own personal things scattered across the shop. but she's smart enough not to leave them in places the average person would look. her gaze flickers through the pages, soaking up the knowledge being spilt, but also still being active in the conversation with shaddix as he grumpily restocks shelves.

❝ he's a man, ❞ roselle points out, not once lifting her attention from her book, ❝ most of them are selfish. the fact he's a witch is just lemon juice to an open wound. ❞ that was the only way to properly describe malachi. he could be selfish, but he could also be selfless, it depended on the day, and his mood, really. and how much magic he used and how badly it bounced back. still, it's no surprise that shaddix has never really liked malachi, and she's not too sure the witch likes the demon either. they only seem to tolerate each other for her sake, which she found amusing. she's still unsure as to why malachi sticks around, not even amelia can seem to understand why either.

when she finishes reading a page she pauses to lift her head, giving shaddix her attention. ❝ he can barely use his magic as it is, so trust me, he's definitely not a threat. not to me, not even to you. ❞ no, and god bless malachi if he tried to be a threat to shaddix. roselle was on the opposite end of that once, she recalled being forced to relive her worst nightmare over and over, being keenly aware that someone else was in the nightmare, watching, listening, waiting to pounce. she was just lucky to be able to cut the connection and locate him. and she was lucky that he wasn't a total jerk, he happened to be a nice guy, who was just given the short end of the stick. since then he's refused to feed on roselle. she understands why, she'd seen glimpses of his past and it wasn't pleasant. uncrossing her legs, rose moves to stand and strolls around to approach shaddix. when she's by his side she reaches out to pluck the book he was going to place on the shelf out of his hands, grinning at him. ❝ surely you aren't threatened by him? he's like an annoying feral racoon. ❞

[mindsafe]

he wasn't cut out to be no one's dad; not in a PAST life, where survival was everything, && any connection that couldn't be taken advantage would just slow you down // not in a PRESENT life, where he's just another high-school dropout running on street smarts // probably not in a FUTURE life.

he wasn't cut out to be no one's dad; but maybe, just maybe, he could be someone levi ( @st4rsinclined ) can look at, without the milk in his stomach curdling.

so he tried.

he takes the boy for a tour of the neighbourhood: they would visit the farmer's market to restock the pantry, && when he wasn't haggling, kenny would talk. he'd talk about ingredients, listing off what every man should have in his fridge, how it should be stored, && how to make the most out of nothing. afterwards, they'd visit kenny's favourite deli. he was buddy-buddy with the owner, && would schmooze him for the better part of an hour, before ordering a couple of sandwiches to go.

he teaches the boy how to use a knife: always assume it's sharp, never hold it unless you're ready to use it, always cut away from your body. basic safety. he nicked himself once or twice ― an inevitable part of the learning curve; && when he did, kenny was the one to slap a spider man band-aid onto a clean wound. kids love that sort of shit, right?

he teaches the boy how to throw a punch: thumb on the outside, wrist straight, punch through the person, && put all of your weight into it.

he tried. but then he fucking REMEMBERED, && there's a good chance levi will REMEMBER too.

kenny's convinced that when that happens, the boy will hate his guts. he'll never smile at him again, like he did on the day he was born.

he tried; it was all for nothing..

kenny doesn't have the heart to burn bridges with cigarette butts, so he erects crude signs ( DO NOT CROSS ) && draws lines in the sand with his finger instead. impermanent obstacles that fall apart && scatter after a few drinks.

❝ --mmm. not a bad idea, kid. . . i'd have to go to the market again ― you remember the one. . . used to take ya there with me sometimes, when you were about this tall- ❞ he articulates with a free hand, estimating ( badly ) how tall levi stood. ❝ after i sleep this hangover off, maybe i'll write down the stuff i need to buy. . . usually don't need a damn list, but the last time we went shopping without one, uri bought something that looked like a big ass parsnip, but it was actually some kind of fucking japanese radish. . .❞ it's not a bad idea, going to bed like a responsible adult, && sobering up. but where's the fun in that?

❝ i didn't think you could; i knew you could. . . guess i could have taken you to the surface with me, but i figured you'd slow me down. . . no, that's not true. . . i just couldn't stomach the thought of you ending up like me: a thieving, murderous bastard. . . one with kuchel's eyes. ❞ his gaze is cast downwards. ❝ her hands were never meant to hurt no one. . . even in the UNDERGROUND, she did what she could to make an honest living. i can't fault her for that. . . i just don't understand why she still- ❞ he doesn't finish. kenny doesn't want to go into it; levi doesn't want to go into it. he steals another bite of his waffle ― clumsily picking a hair out of the syrup. he doesn't know who's it is, && honestly, he doesn't even care. he just nibbles on fried batter, with forgiveness drizzled on top.

❝ hmm? your liege? . . . oh, yeah! the blond fella, with the schnoz. . . looks like the type of guy who'd remind the teacher that homework was due. . . ❞ kenny grins ― it's deranged, but genuine. . . && terribly short-lived.

❝ you ain't wrong; i am a sad sack of shit. i do drink too much. && uri absolutely deserves better. but you got it all mixed up; uri was && is the best thing that ever happened to me, && not the other way around. . . thing is, i'm a selfish piece of shit who won't let go when i want somethin' ― you should try it sometime. or are you still trying to be a hero? saving everyone's hide but your own? ❞

kenny isn't all bad && not all of his memories with him are bad, either.

one thing he had done when he had first opened the cafe && started to actually make money back, he had sat down at the bank && set up a savings account, one that he had mentally labeled the 'give back fund'. it had little to do with actually repaying people the money for his loan (though he keeps telling uri he will && uri keeps insisting it's fine) && more to do with setting money aside for his uncle. because without kenny, the cafe wouldn't have happened.

if he hadn't picked him up && stood him on a chair so that he could get a better look at what was on a counter, small fist forming around a pairing knife handle, then he wouldn't have cared about cooking as much as he does. his actual chef skills need work; he's leaned more toward baking as a vice where kenny cooks elaborate. but there had been those moments when he watched him && the normally drunk, neurotic man patiently explained cuts && vegetables && spices that paired well together. && levi had soaked it all up with wide, curious slate eyes that resembled his mother's as he teetered forward on the chair && tried to get closer.

so it's a thank you, the money that he's putting away, but he hasn't said a thing about it to either kenny or uri. he wants it to be a surprise, to be secret –– something that he can rely on if the drinking gets too much, if his money is spent too much. uri may be loaded, but there's a protectiveness in him, one that wants to make sure.

eyes sweep across him as he eats, as he talks –– a habit that doesn't extend toward levi, who has always preferred to be quiet && calculate, watch motions than actually speak. but he listens && his eyes soften, a soft flush coming up over his cheeks in embarrassment && an inkling of pride. it's not often that he's paid compliments, but sometimes kenny slips up –– sometimes he allows that emotional wall to fall down && pays a compliment that levi is never sure how to take.

❝ it's more than enough. you should cook again though –– maybe we can make a family dinner together. get mom out of the house for a bit. ❞ && away from the work that she keeps slipping back into, even though he wishes she wouldn't. levi feels that same frustration that he did when he was younger, when he would fight with his fists && kenny would be the one to pick him up, vowing not to tell kuchel what happened in favor for taking him to the arcade, to swindle something with too big doe eyes, to do anything but wallow in the black eye that he had received. he had taught him how to throw a real punch –– && that got him in trouble further when he got older.

levi doesn't blame him for his reaction. when levi had remembered, he had ran straight here, crying on uri's doorstep as rain soaked through his clothes until he wore himself out, tucked away in fever dreams of a life that wasn't exactly his. he's been spending more time here, too –– avoiding reality seems to be a thing him && his uncle have in common.

but he persists where he would normally back down. ❝ i don't blame you anymore for leaving me, you know. you did it because the ackerman power awakened. i get that. you thought i could survive on my own && you were right, really. ❞ a small frown on his face; levi had gone on to make his own terrifying name in the underground. it didn't rival kenny the ripper, but it was enough to take him into the sunlight up top.

tongue presses against the backs of his teeth for a moment. there's a personal detail that he could indulge, that could bring them closer together or push them further apart. kenny doesn't talk about the love that him && uri share –– it's just something that's there.

but levi knows better now. he knows what had been underlying in the bottom of it all, in the life that they had once shared. ❝ i couldn't leave my liege either, you know. i let him die because it's what he wanted, && it haunted me until his last request was fulfilled. ❞

there's another moment && levi exhales carefully through his nose, then sits across from his uncle, the one that he won't just let run away from this conversation. he's heard uri's piece on it already –– && maybe it's time to get it from someone who understands his point of view of it all.

❝ && he's the same one i've been seeing. but i'm not going to see him anymore. he has a family now, a chance of actual happiness without those memories. you were the best thing that ever happened to uri. his family is the best thing that ever happened to him. so yeah, remembering ruined everything –– but not for the reasons you keep thinking && beating yourself up for. it was a different time. you've done more now than you ever have for me. ❞ his voice is quiet, his fingers drumming against the table; he doesn't even know if kenny'll remember this conversation in the morning. maybe that's what emboldens him. ❝ so quit being a sad sack of shit && drinking so much –– you && uri deserve more than that && you know it. ❞

[mindsafe]

name. anja

pronouns. she/her OR they/them ( no preference )

preferred comms. i like using IMs for early interactions/icebreakers, but once i warm up/get comfortable ( it doesn't take much lol ) i'm happy to switch over to discord

name of muse(s). my current roster is available on my pinned && but my most active muses are probably kenny && annie from snk; lately aemond from ' dragon tales ' has been growing on me, as i slowly get a feel for my portrayal of him

experience in rp. i think my earliest RP experience was writing on a random warrior cats RP forum with my medicine cat OC

best experiences. i think i'm in a good place right now!! i can write at my own pace && treat this as a hobby; there's no pressure on maintaining 'aesthetics' or putting on a formal persona just to be taken seriously, && the people who i interact with most are people who i can engage with as a friend

pet peeves / dealbreakers. the standard stuff: not respecting rp etiquette, not respecting my OOC needs, interpersonal drama that could have easily stayed in DMs

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ). angst && drama are my specialty; i enjoy ( && even get a craving for ) softer threads as well, but i prefer to keep ns/fw content as subtle mentions, steeped in religious symbolism

plot or memes. both! i find that some basic plotting does help build foundations with OCs && muses who i'm less familiar with, && when i have a sense of direction, i can reply faster; but asks have so much potential! it just takes me longer to set the stage

best time to write. when the moon hits my eye, like a big pizza pie

are you like your muse(s). when i pick up a muse it's usually because they remind me of myself to an extent ( for better or worse ) or because they are so deeply unwell that writing them feels like doing a psychological case study. sometimes both

tagged by: @theirs1n tagging: @pontevoix, @st4rsinclined, @usagimen, @kingmaketh, YOU

[gravesung]

❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞ / charlotte and suguru

❝ CHARLOTTE... ❞ HIS HAND COMES UP to brush a strand of hair away from her face, fingertips dusting over the soft edge of her cheekbone before drifting down to rest on the back of her neck. cute. ❝ there's no need to worry. don't concern yourself with such things. what did i teach you about desire? ❞ his head dips lower, lips just barely brushing her ear. ❝ take what you want. you deserve all of it, after all. you've no need to hold back your desires with me. ❞ the hand withdraws, only to hook his finger around her chin and lift her face toward his. ❝ you're mine, after all. isn't that enough? ❞

[cursesavior]

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?, 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction?

❤️‍🔥 : His scalp is definitely a big one. Run your fingers through his hair, pull it back, massage him- all easy ways to get him going. His nipples/pecs are sensitive too, he loooves having those played with, especially orally ;)

💦 - It depends on who he’s with. With a one-night stand, he gets distant pretty much immediately- he might step out to take a smoke or take a shower by himself. It’s the opposite with someone he’s emotionally intimate with, he gets clingy and wants to stay close, probably wants to kiss for a while longer. Lots of hushed whispers and sweet nothings <3

[gravesung]

@quillheel @st4rsinclined

dictionary poem xxiv by keaton st. james

[gravesung]

and i'll lie here forever.

carrd. interest tracker. memes & prompts. other blog: @howlrs

this is a low-effort, very selective & very private multimuse. mutuals only. expect sporadic activity, light formatting, lots of chatter and general chill vibes. in my anime boy era. the stakes are so low they’re in the floor. we’re just hanging out and havin fun!

featured muses: suguru geto (the sin-eater), chiaki komatsu (the weaver)

graves i am stretched upon: harerazor​​ , tewwor , vsagis​ , never-surrender​ , st4rsinclined , hinodae , fatereaps , koseigu

ever-changing muse list (see carrd for more details) bolded: featured/high muse

CANON + ACTIVE

jujutsu kaisen. suguru geto riko amanai (oc) chiaki komatsu

wind breaker. haruka sakuraren kaji hajime umemiya

bioshock: infinite. elizabeth

dragon age. (oc) fel'era lavellan

the magnus archives. peter lukas

ORIGINAL + ACTIVE

the unseen. orion aisa hector dionísio amari fletch sage

drakarth conservatory. riposte alaric jupiter heldrake victoria drakarth unaffiliated. anah tannar adeodatus damiana keon derege korin derege kimber derege rusalka kalypsos layla van horn gaelin nerei'fali alexandra

TEST.

meguru bachira (blue lock) nagi seishiro (blue lock) iori utahime (jjk) vi (arcane only)

REQUEST-ONLY.

inej ghafa (grishaverse) rei suwa (buddy daddies) piotr kozlowski (the amelia project) harrowhark nonagesimus (tlt) palamedes sextus (tlt) alecto (tlt)

[st4rsinclined]

ST4RSINCLINED. a multi-muse blog that whispers about starcrossed love, heavy mental topics, the displacement of learning how to belong, and believing in yourself when no one else can. mainly original characters that come from both fandom inspired & original lore, leaning on the supernatural edge. ( selective canons available that focus mainly on au's instead of canon compliant ) only follows back twenty-one-plus blogs, dni if you are under the age. please read all rules before following & interacting.

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