#this made me really want new threads w both of them t b h

[roman-winter]

okay last ones Storm and also Eli

STORM

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

storm has the musical taste of my father and i’m not even mad….

take me home, country roads - john denver // blue bayou - linda ronstadt // wagon wheel - old crow medicine show

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to

in his office. he’s perfected the art of the discreet office nap. it’s one of the only times he closes his door fully, and because of it, all of the people who work in his office know better than to disturb him when his door is closed, because it usually means he’s asleep

the game they’d destroy everyone else at

storm is really good at like a billion stupid board games, but he kills it at sorry, which feels kind of ironic considering the fact that he’s rarely sorry about anything he does

the emoticon they’d use most often

🤷 but also just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  he uses both versions of the shrug emoji more than any grown ass senator should 

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

storm’s life is a constant state of not having enough sleep, and so he’s really good at not letting it show, sometimes it just means he makes even more stupid jokes than normal and is a little goofier, if that’s possible, but he’s not one of those people who gets grumpy or bitchy if only because he’s always been watched

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

on cold nights, he’s a sucker for a hot toddy or a hot buttered rum, but if he has to work, which he usually does, he’ll just go straight up tea, although he prefers sweet tea ofc

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

he’s really shit at that sort of thing, and p much generally dealing with his own issues, so he ignores everything and just throws himself even more into work. probably even spends nights at the office working on bill proposals and getting shit done. it’s not healthy but that’s what he was taught, repress and work harder

what they wanted to be when they grew up

storm didn’t really have any other options, since his family already had a political legacy going. he always wanted to be a senator, though, and he couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else. the dream, though, was president, and it’s a dream that’s still plausible considering how young he is

their favorite kind of weather

even though he’s from the south and lives in d.c. now, he really isn’t a fan of the heat, he’d much prefer those slightly chilly but sunny fall afternoons that you can wear a coat and a scarf if you want, but it’s still nice enough to walk around in

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

storm is a great singer, but it’s not something that he really ever has a use for, except for sometimes singing in the shower, or when he’s working at the office alone late at night

how/what they like to draw or doodle

he doesn’t really doodle, mostly because every chance that he has to doodle is a time when he really genuinely needs to take notes. sometimes he’ll just scribble absentmindedly when he’s on the phone with particularly long-winded senators, but that’s about it

ELI

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

i could make a list of 100 songs on eli’s ipod bc it’s just any 80s pop but here are a few:

come on eileen, africa, total eclipse of the heart, don’t you want me, time after time, sweet dreams, careless whisper, take on me, etc etc etc

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to

honestly? none really. eli doesn’t need much sleep, and isn’t really a napper unless it’s a cute af nap w andrew like on the couch or in bed or whatever. he doesn’t really sleep in any other places besides those two. although i’m sure when he was in medical school for that brief moment there was A LOT of falling asleep in the library on his books or shit like that

the game they’d destroy everyone else at

eli’s not super competitive, he’d rather just have a chill, fun time than try to destroy at any game at all, BUT he was basically a heather in hs/college so he’s really fuckin good at croquet

the emoticon they’d use most often

LITERALLY LIKE ANY EMOJI. he texts andrew in all emojis and it’s The Worst and The Best at the same time, but probs mostly 🍆 🍑 bc he’s actually still 12 despite being 49 lmao

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

this isn’t really a problem he has bc he gets up at the butt crack of dawn to bake for the coffee shop every day, but i just imagine that he’s a really adorable exhausted when it happens, a lot of eye rubbing and stretching so that you see a little bit of his tummy and yawning, but no complaining bc he deals w shit v well

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

literally any kind of coffee. he makes so many different kinds of coffee drinks, and he probably has a different one that he makes for every feeling and occasion, and that’s def what happens whenever they have cuddly cold nights in front of their fireplace

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

lots of cuddles w andrew and also melody, lush products and a bunch of hot baths, baking a bunch of shit and then eating it all, a good long cry, just generally letting himself feel everything and talking about it with andrew and being such a sweetheart tbh

what they wanted to be when they grew up

eli thought that he wanted to be a surgeon, mostly because all of his older brothers were doctors and so was his dad, but he realized very quickly once he started medical school that he didn’t want that at all, that he really wanted to fight for what was right and make a difference in the world in that sort of way

their favorite kind of weather

SUMMER HEAT BABY. he’s from california and moving to chicago was like the strangest decision ever considering his aversion to cold weather, but he manages, and he loves chicago summers, wearing tank tops and walking melody down on the piers

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

eli sucks at singing but that doesn’t stop him from singing almost constantly, poor andrew

how/what they like to draw or doodle

he loves to leave andrew little notes and he draws a lot of hearts and flowers on them, probably bad pictures of melody too, just a lot of cute little doodles for andrew

[televisionboy]

this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy. 

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very  expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

[faulty-writes]

Fill this request whenever you like, but I'd really appreciate some headcanons of Izuku/Kirishima/Tamaki/Mirio's SO rescuing an injured bird and taking care of it, but despite her best efforts, it dies the next day and she's a sobbing wreck over it, completely inconsolable. Sorry this is so depressing, but this very recently happened to me irl, and it's not the first time either. But about all I ever hear when the wave of tears come is, "It was just a bird." or "that's just the circle of life."

[ I’m sorry that happened to you. I understand losing an animal. I lost three cats where I currently live and I also lost both my dogs to cancer. I’m hanging onto my two kitties right now like “You better not leave me.” but regardless, I hope you enjoy. ] 

Izuku Midoriya 

Midoriya frowned and gently laid his hands on your back. “Y/n ...” he gently whispered before turning you around, though your hands covered your face. A pitiful attempt to hide your tears though it was of no use. “I t-tired so h-hard ...” you sobbed out and Midoriya nodded. 

He gently took hold of your hands and pulled them away from your face. You choked down another sob before he slowly pulled you in for a hug. You nuzzled your head against his chest. “I know baby, you did try so hard and you have such a big heart! Not only for saving innocent lives but also animals and I’m sure that bird appreciated everything you did for it. I know it did.” he replied, nuzzling gently into your hair. 

You curled your hands into his shirt, your tears still coming. “I bet that bird is looking over you right now, thanking you for taking such good care of it. Sometimes our efforts might seem in vain but in the long run. They help change the lives of others and those around us. You’re brave and strong and beautiful.” he said in a soft voice as he rubbed your back. “Nothing will ever stop you and you’re gonna come out of this fine. I promise baby,” he said before placing a kiss to your forehead. 

Eijirou Kirishima 

Kirishima ran his hands through your hair, gently rocking you back and forth. He had insisted you sit in his lap if anything to be able to hold you close. Kirishima was always affectionate and he loved having you in his arms. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, your tears staining his skin, but he didn’t mind. 

“I’m sorry this happened babe, it always sucks when you lose someone or something you care about,” he said, continuing to rock you in an attempt to calm you down. You took a stuttered breath and nodded, “I ...I’m going to m-miss that b-b-bird.” you replied and Kirishima reached down, cupping your face gently and making you look at him. He smiled at you before leaning close, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I know baby, I’m going to miss the bird too. But, we’ll always have good memories of it and you should feel good about what you did. Most people would have just ignored that injured bird. But you, you took it and tried to save it. That’s what a real hero does, they don’t give up even when things look bad and I’m sure, even despite the fact that the bird didn’t make it. You are now its hero, the only gentle hand it’s known and you should be happy about that.” he insisted before giving you another kiss.

Tamaki Amajiki 

"B-Bunny, it’s o-okay ...” he insisted, though his heart was racing as you wrapped your arms around him. He could feel your warm tears land on the back of his neck and it made him tremble. His eyes were set on the shoebox in front of him, he had decided it was best you didn’t continue to look at the bird’s corpse. Especially knowing how upset you were, but he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks light up as continued to press yourself against him. 

Your fingers threaded across his torso and he frowned before reaching his hand back. “C-Can you l-look at me, B-Bunny?” he questioned and you sobbed before slowly lifting your tear-soaked face. Your eyes were red and puffy and it broke Tamaki’s heart to see you like this. He gently tried to wipe your tears away. 

“I-I’m sorry t-this happened, b-but y-you were still p-pretty nice and you d-did try to s-save it. S-Sometimes l-life doesn’t a-always go t-the way you w-want but um, you ...I t-think you d-did something well, uh r-really amazing and y-you should b-be happy. Y-You’re pretty b-brave and I a-admire that a-about you.” he said before swallowing as he shyly tried to lean in for a kiss but you buried your face back into his neck and continued to cry, you knew eventually the pain would pass and though Tamaki’s words were sweet. You still needed to let your emotions out. 

Mirio Togata 

He didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug when you told him the news. You wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your eyes stung though you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Your body trembled and Mirio squeezed you before lifting you into his arms. His action made you gasp, “Come on, I won’t stand for my sunshine being this upset,” he said before sitting down on the couch, happily letting you sit in his lap. 

“I know the pain of what it’s like to lose someone you care about, I felt it when I lost Sir Nighteye. But I know he’d want me to continue to live, even though it hurts and I had the support of my friends and my family and all those that cared about me. That being said, I care so much about you. I could help you plan a funeral if you’d want ...we can honor the bird.” he suggested as he reached up to wipe your eyes. 

You sniffled and looked at Mirio who smiled, “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you smile again.” he said, reaching down to take your hand and press a kiss to it. “That’s a promise!" you watched as he winked at you and though you didn’t want to, a chuckle came from your lips. “T-Thanks Mirio, I d-don’t know about a funeral but ...t-thank you for trying to cheer me up,” you said as leaned against his chest, closing your eyes as a few loose tears slid down your cheeks. 

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty-Eight | On Your Own ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ Vulgarity, blood, death, gun ]

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It’s two am.

And Obito is awake.

And not by choice.

Sitting at his desk with a cheek in a hand, he glowers at the wall in front of him. Not because it’s done him any offence, but because of what lies on the other side.

His neighboring apartment, for about two weeks now, has been playing host to a very fussy, very loud baby. Which has been keeping him up at all hours of the night, depending on when it feels like crying.

Needless to say, it’s been leaving him a little on edge.

Groaning, he drags his hand down his face. He has a very important appointment tomorrow, and he really doesn’t want to be losing any sleep right now. He was just finalizing his plans when the crying started, and now he feels his temper about to snap.

Can’t they shut that thing up?!

Growling as the decibels go up a notch, the pencil in his hand cracks and he stands with such abruptness that his chair nearly clatters over. Enough. He can’t take it anymore. He’s going to go over there and tell these people that they either shut that baby up, or he’ll do it himself.

Permanently.

Obito is, after all, no stranger to death. Having given up on schooling when a life-shattering accident left him too far behind to catch up, he turned to what began as petty crime to get by. And now? He’s barely into his twenties and already an infamous name in the city’s underground as a talented (and therefore expensive) hitman.

...in all reality, of course, he’s not going to hurt a baby. But by God he’s going to make them think he would if it will get him some Goddamn peace and quiet.

Wrenching open his door, he turns to face the proper direction, strutting up and pounding on the next door down. At least he always looks plenty intimidating. Hopefully it won’t take long to scare these idiots into -

He can hear the scrapes of the locks, and he puffs up as the knob turns, the door swinging open to reveal...a girl?

Good grief, is she even an adult?

Her face is pinched with exhaustion and worry, dark shadows under her pale eyes, and...wow, pale everything else. For a moment Obito’s almost convinced she’s a ghost haunting this apartment rather than living in it. But in her arms, still wailing like a banshee, is the baby.

“...uh…”

Suddenly he doesn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting...well, any of this.

But she clearly knows why he’s here.

“I...I’m so sorry,” she offers, voice a bit emphasized to be heard over the babe’s cries. “I’m trying to get her to calm down, I just...I think she’s colicky and she won’t settle. I’m so, so sorry…”

Obito just...blinks. Wait, is…? “...are you here alone?”

Immediately, the question - out of context - makes her stiffen.

He backpedals, hands lifting in defense. “I...I don’t mean like -? I mean...do you not have, uh...anyone else to...to help you?”

Oh no. He’s flipped a switch. As soon as he finishes his inquiry, her lip starts trembling, eyes brimming with tears.

He hates when girls cry…!

Lifting her spare arm, she tries to wipe them away, clinging to her composure by a thread. “N...no...I-I don’t.”

“Where’s the, uh...dad?”

She glances aside, looking ashamed. “...off to college. He didn’t….h-he didn’t want anything getting in the way of his...e-education. So he had his parents give me some money, and...here I am. But it’s already going so fast, and I...I don’t have anywhere else to go. This was the c-cheapest apartment I could find, but...I can’t find a job with her, there’s n-no one who can watch her, so I...I’ve just been sitting here trying to figure out w-what to do…”

Greys lift back to his face. “...I know she’s been d-driving everyone nuts. But she just keeps getting colicky and I don’t know why. I’m really sorry if she’s been keeping you awake. I’ll...I’ll try to get her to bed.”

Obito just...stares. So some jackass knocks her up...and then leaves her to her fate? Throws a little cash at her and calls it good?! What the fuck is wrong with this guy?! “...not to be, uh...creepy. But are you…? Have you graduated?”

“Yes...just last month. She came along two weeks later. I b-barely made it through my last year.”

“...and he’s off scot free, is he?”

“He -!” She hesitates. “...he’s...he already had a full ride. He’s really smart, and -!”

“I don’t give a fuck how smart he is,” Obito cuts in, making her jump. “He’s clearly trash if he did this to you. Fucking prick.”

Looking unsure at his volatile language, she doesn’t have a reply.

“...so you really don’t have anyone else you can ask for help?”

Her posture wilts. “...no. I was in, um...foster care. And my foster parents weren’t...the best. My dad was absent and my mom died when I was little. No other relatives that I know of, so...it’s just me.”

Sighing, Obito rubs at the back of his neck. He already knows what rent is here: it’s cheap, but still too much for anyone without a job. She’s been here two weeks...so rent’s due in another two.

In truth, the only reason Obito sticks around here is because it’s low profile. He has enough cash to upgrade, but staying low works well for him.

This whole situation isn’t sitting right with him...and something about her reminds him of...someone else.

“...first thing’s first. You need a babysitter. Or a...a nanny. Whatever it’s called.”

She blinks. “...but -?”

“Then you can start looking for a job. Odds are you won’t find anything that pays too well. You have a car?”

“N...no -?”

“Then either something within walking distance, or you commute by bus. Or there’s always the kind of job women get in a neighborhood like this, but,” he amends at her offended look, “that’s not...preferable.”

“...I don’t have any money for a -”

“I’ll cover it.”

Her face goes slack in shock, eyes wide.

“...consider it an investment,” he adds, glancing aside to avoid her gaze. “You get this kid on a schedule and get yourself on one too, maybe I won’t be losing so much sleep. My job pays well, and I don’t have much to spend it on, anyway. You need to get a foot in the door. And I know what it is to have no one to lean on.”

Clearly still unable to process his words, she just...stares at him, mouth slightly agape.

“...I’m Obito, by the way.”

“...Ryū…”

“And who’s this?”

She blinks several times before looking down to her baby. By now, she’s settled to a series of whines and half-sobs. “...Amaya.”

“Well Amaya, you’ve been a pain in my ass for two weeks,” Obito offers, hands on his hips and leaning toward the infant. Dark grey eyes - squinted shut as she cries - open as his talking distracts her, drawing her gaze. “So let’s do something about it, hm? Maybe then we can be friends.”

Seemingly entranced, Amaya stares up at him, suddenly quiet.

Both adults go still.

“...um…” Ryū seems at a bit of a loss. “...I think she likes you.”

Obito, staring back at the baby, looks equally confused. “...usually I frighten babies,” he admits, straightening his posture. “With the whole…” He gestures to his face.

“Well, it seems she doesn’t mind,” Ryū counters, managing a tired smile as Amaya sucks on a thumb. “Maybe I can finally put her down for bed…”

“And then I can do the same,” Obito agrees, loosely folding his arms. “I have work tomorrow, but...we’ll talk when I get back.”

“Do you…?”

“Hm?”

Ryū hesitates. “You...you don’t have to do this...I mean, we don’t -?”

“I told you, I have the money. And I need the sleep. Once you get a leg up, you’ll be fine. Not your fault you were dumped here without any help.”

Her expression wilts, and he prays she isn’t going to cry again. “I’ll...I’ll make it up to you! Do you need, um...anything? I could cook, o-or clean! I handled most of all that growing up, so I’m good at it!”

Obito blinks. He...hadn’t considered that. In truth he doesn’t need much cleaning, he’s pretty tidy (and not home much to make a mess anyway). Cooking, on the other hand…

Maybe that can be where they start.

“...all right. We’ll begin there. You can be my, er…” What’s the term?

“Housekeeper…?” Ryū supplies.

“Yes! That way there’s no commute, no fuss...and you can bring her with you, hm?” He gestures to Amaya.

Ryū brightens, looking at him like he just pulled her out of a burning building. “I...o-okay! Um…” She looks around, seeming a bit overwhelmed at the sudden plans. “...should I...wait until you get back tomorrow?”

“Yes. I need to, er...plan how this will work.” And by that he means making sure she doesn’t stumble upon anything...compromising in his apartment, like his selection of weapons and files on his targets.

That would be...unfortunate.

A wide smile blooms across her face. “All right then! I’ll just...wait to hear from you. And…” Her demeanor softens again. “...thank you. You have...no idea what this means to me. To us.”

A bit awkward at the praise, Obito looks aside and clears his throat. “Er...you’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The door closes, and Obito mulls over the entire conversation. Not...what he had in mind, but maybe this will work.

...he knows what it is to be left without anywhere to turn, anyone to lean on. But even then, he didn’t have a baby to worry about on top of it all. Poor girl.

...he shouldn’t call her girl. She’s an adult, only three years younger than himself. But...well, he’s aged a lot mentally in his lifestyle. And clearly she’s just getting started. A level one adult, while he feels like he’s at least level fifty after all he’s had to go through.

Sighing, he relishes in the silence as he heads back to his apartment, needing hardly any time to collapse into bed and find sleep.

Come morning...it’s time to get to work.

Going over his target’s file and the plan he’s made to get the job done, Obito packs his sniper rifle and heads out. Dressed in a suit and putting on an air of confidence, he walks right into a private office building and makes his way to a top floor. It’s currently empty, as well as several floors below it, in preparation of new clients.

The perfect opportunity, as his target works just across the street on the same level. He’ll have a shot, and some room to work (and hopefully go unnoticed enough to get out without being caught). Setting up the tripod, he cuts the glass of a window to give the bullet less to travel through, assembling the weapon and awaiting the proper moment.

Settled at the scope, he watches as the executive he’s been paid to off heads into his office, taking a phone call.

All alone.

Adjusting the crosshair to account for the wind, Obito takes a steadying breath, holds it...and fires.

A splatter of red blooms along the wall behind his target, body immediately limp.

Perfect.

Practiced hands then quickly disassemble the gun, getting it back into its case and making his way to the elevator.

By the time anyone heads up to investigate the noise, he’s already heading back out the door. A call to his burner phone confirms the kill, and the wiring of the funds to his account.

All in all, he’s only gone an hour.

Back in his apartment, he finds it’s still quiet. Seems Ryū and Amaya are having a good morning. Changing his clothes and stashing his gun, he then goes about readying his apartment for his guest.

Well...guests, he supposes.

He does have a gun safe, and all of his supplies fit within it. And a locked file cabinet holds all of his research and client information. He highly doubts Ryū’s the type to even begin sneaking around, let alone be able to get past the locks he has in place.

He’s ready.

Heading back to her door, he knocks and awaits an answer. Though still looking exhausted, Ryū appears a bit more perky today than she did yesterday. Maybe she also got some sleep.

“Good morning!”

“Morning. Should we, er...give this a try?”

Nodding, Ryū packs Amaya into a carrier, heading the few steps down the hall and into Obito’s apartment. A few glances show it’s...rather Spartan, with hardly any personal effects, or...even mess.

...does he really need her to -?

“So, uh…” Obito itches at the rear of his neck, trying to think. “I know there’s not much to be cleaned, but...it’s lacking in other ways. I don't go grocery shopping much. I tend to order food rather than cook myself. It’s expensive.”

Ryū blinks. He did say he had the money, though…

“It’s also not healthy. And my money goes to a better place this way anyway,” he adds, seemingly reading her thoughts. “So it’s a win several times over. Now we just need to, er...figure out how this will work.”

“Do you...work regular hours?” she asks, setting Amaya down.

“Not really. I’m a contract worker,” Obito replies, having perfected that lie long ago. “I get a call, I go in. Otherwise I tend to jump about doing other things. I’m at the gym a good bit.” Mostly to keep in shape for his work, but also to help keep his mangled body as limber as he can manage. That and the physical effort keeps him from thinking too much. “So usually I’m not home much anyway.”

Ryū curls a thoughtful hand against her mouth. “...well, I guess I could start with a time in the morning to get breakfast out of the way for you, and then...if you’re gone all day, fix lunches to take with you…? And I can work on other tasks while you’re gone, and have supper ready by a set time, or...you can call if you’re going to be late.”

Obito blinks. That...seems pretty simple. “Sure. I’ll get a new card to leave with you so you can pick up whatever you need. Pretty sure you know what you’re doing.”

“B-but -?”

“Hm?”

She hesitates. “...that’s...putting a lot of trust in me, isn’t it?”

“True. But if you mess up, I’ll just fire you,” he replies blithely. “I think you know better than to try anything.”

“I...I guess so. I guess I’m just not used to anyone, um...trusting me that much,” she admits.

“Well, you’re trusting me, in turn. I could be a total creep tricking you into all of this for other gains,” Obito counters as he folds his arms, seeing her jolt slightly. “...but I’m not. So we’re even in that regard, hm?”

“...seems that way.”

Glancing to a clock, Obito sighs. “...well, how should we start? Now? Tomorrow? Or -?”

“I can start today!” Ryū chirps in reply. “...that is, if you want me to.”

“Sure. Though I’ll need time to get the card, and another key…” He hums to himself, rubbing at his chin. “...I’ll do that today. Then you can really get started tomorrow. For now,” he adds, reaching into his pocket to fetch his wallet and handing her a wad of cash that makes her eyes go wide. “Go get whatever you want for the week.”

“O...okay. Um…” She looks back up to him. “Any...allergies, or dislikes…? Things I should avoid?”

He waves a hand. “Not really. So long as there’s no szechuan, I’ll be fine.”

To his surprise, she snorts. “Well, all right then.”

“We’ll go get the spare made first, then you can get going, and I’ll head to the bank. You’ll probably be back first.”

“Okay. What time should I plan for dinner to be ready?”

“I’m usually back by six.” A pause, and then, “Do you have a phone?”

“I do!”

He exchanges their numbers. “I’ll call if something comes up.”

From there, they both head out, a keymaker a few blocks away. Ryū totes along Amaya, who stays relatively quiet for the trip. Once she has her spare key, she scoots off to find groceries.

And Obito heads to the bank.

The card is simple enough, and will make anything else she has to get down the road a lot simpler. That way Ryū can just attend to any business without having to ask him about it every time.

From there, he decides to take some time at the gym until the end of the day. It’ll help him think, and blow off some steam. Especially since he actually has energy from a full night’s rest for the first time in...well, since Ryū moved in, really. As he pushes his body to its limits, he mulls over the situation as a whole. He’s sure this is going to work. Just...get her going. Make sure she has a kind of...foundation to go off of.

More than he was granted, since he’s able to pay his fortune forward.

Once the time for dinner starts rolling around, he walks back, the cool evening air wicking the sweat along his skin. He always prefers to shower at home...you never know what’s lurking in the public ones.

He’s seen some things.

One elevator ride later, he comes up to his door, finding it locked and slipping in his key.

As soon as he does, he pauses.

The kitchen is directly across from the entryway, and it’s...occupied for once. Hair tied up in a messy bun, Ryū scurries back and forth, juggling a few pans and something in the oven. A menagerie of smells actually makes Obito’s stomach whine petulantly in hunger. It’s clear she’s done some actual cleaning, too - while he doesn’t leave things lying around, he can’t remember the last time he dusted. A window is open, letting in fresh air and leaving the apartment smelling far better than its usual musty scent.

While the appearance isn’t that different, the feeling is...like another world. And not just the apartment...it’s clear Ryū is feeling a lot better, too.

It’s all so oddly...domestic.

After he stares for a solid thirty seconds, she notices him, perking up. “Oh!” Turning to the oven’s clock, she sees that it reads a quarter to six. “I’m almost done!”

“...that’s fine,” Obito manages to reply, finding his head. “I...need a shower, anyway.”

“Okay!”

Moving to the bathroom, Obito does just that, emerging and dressing in his typical evening lounge wear of sweatpants and a tank top. Peering back out, he finds the kitchen empty, food left to keep warm.

Instead, Ryū is on the couch.

She’s...asleep?

Head slightly tilted, her mouth is a bit agape, breathing softly. And atop her chest, also asleep (and clearly having just been fed), is Amaya.

In spite of himself, Obito’s face goes a bit warm at the sight, averting. He...can’t see anything from here (the baby is covering anything...lewd), but her shirt is still very clearly tugged to one side.

...seems she tuckered herself out. But the dark circles are starting to fade. Apparently she’s already making up her rest deficit. And while she’s clearly tired, it’s more of an...accomplished tired than ‘up with the baby all night’ tired.

In spite of himself, Obito feels his lips twitch. She really is cute, what with her demure demeanor. But...she’s also pretty plucky, trying to make this all work on her own. Part of him can’t help but admire that. She’s pretty tough despite her fragile appearance.

...okay, he’s...thinking about this too much. And they both need to eat something.

Not wanting to be rude, he sheepishly approaches, carefully jostling Ryū’s shoulder to wake her.

“...huh…?”

“You, uh...fell asleep. Hungry?”

Blinking a bit blearily, Ryū stares at him for a moment before stiffening, realizing her position. “Oh -!” She (very carefully) scrambles to adjust her outfit, not wanting to wake the infant. “I...I’m sorry -”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not the only one that needs to eat around here,” he tries to joke, lips flickering into a sheepish smile.

Still, her face is quite warm, carefully tucking Amaya back into her carrier to nap. “I, um...I hope dinner’s okay?”

“If it’s half as good as it smells, it’ll be more than fine.” Heading to the kitchen, he pauses, noticing she’s not following. “...coming?”

Her brow furrows. “...but -?”

“You made it, you get to eat it. Just...get over here.”

Blinking, Ryū does as asked, skittering across the apartment and taking a nervous seat opposite Obito at his little table.

An awkward silence blooms, each of them taking a bite.

Obito, however, quickly perks up. “...this is really good!” he offers after swallowing. “You take lessons?”

“Um, no...just...consulted the internet a lot growing up,” she admits, looking shy at the praise. “And...a lot of practice.”

“Consider yourself a permanent hire,” Obito adds, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

A bit pink, Ryū nonetheless brightens at his words, giggling a little and taking another bite herself.

Maybe this is going to work, after all.

     Ohhhhhhh my gods this is late, but I’m been SWAMPED irl and just...really burnt out, so I kinda...took a week break BUT I’ve been working on things! I had another prompt for today but it kinda got...out of hand SO I did this in the meantime!      I think it’s super cute ;w; Single parent AUs are just! really cute. I almost went with Obito being the parent (maybe I’ll do that another time lmao) but this just felt easier to do for a quicker one xD      THREE MORE TO GO and one has a prompt already, I might tweak the other two. I need shorter ideas so I can get them done I’m so behind, I’m a bad u_u But at least there’s this for today, we’ll see how tomorrow goes! Thanks for reading~

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 21

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY IS SO VERY SLEEPY BUT THE UPDATE SCHEDULE TAKES NO PRISONERS (FOR THE MOMENT):

“So it’s true,” she wheezed between grit fangs—“that bitch really does have you on a leash.”

KINKY,

me: okay lemme refresh on what happened last chapter-- me: /remembers me: oh yeah! yeah that SUCKED,

lets us continue on the journey of deep and immense sadness with glynda ‘clown shoes’ goodwitch!!!!!!!! here we go here we go

It took a while to pry back the jaws of her soul and wrench herself out of them.

ooh i rly like the context change here. before glynda was kinda falling back into her soul as a way of just Getting On With Shit or protecting herself, but now it’s framed in a fun new way of please can i get out of here now. good job glynda. look at u GROUNDING YRSELF like a CHAMP who should have been in a TKO LIKE FIVE ROUNDS AGO--

What did that mean? Had she asked Cinder about Ochre? Glynda struggled to recall, but the memories swirled like clouded ink in her skull.

i still love the continuation of glynda’s Mysterious Messages To Herself. she leads such a thrilling life of ‘did i write that’ and ‘did i do that’ and ‘what does any of this mean’

Hating herself, Glynda found she couldn’t remember.

and also a less thrilling life of the squeaky clown shoes variety. glynda PLEASE

She had to know: was anything Cinder had given her real?

the YOU and the US,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, the DESTINY. dw babe im sure cinder Has Never Told A Lie, Even Once In Her Life, On Account Of Being A Very Open And Honest Person,

Had she been abandoned? Cinder had been unhappy when she left. Angry, maybe. Angry enough to take her leave for good? Or had she always planned to?

i love watching glynda slowly become kind of,,,,,,,,,,,, more aware of herself in relation to other people? sometimes she still Moves or Does w/o rly thinking it thru, but we’ve got quite a change from, like, early chapters of glynda where she was barrelling along with VERY little disregard for both actions AND consequences,,, but look at her now!!!!!!! using her whole ass BRAIN. im proud of her. 

When she tried to dismiss this first fear, another one was waiting underneath: had something happened to Cinder?

In her attempts to keep Glynda’s soul from smothering them both, Cinder had been quite willing to converse over the phone with her—even if her texts were short and snippy, she usually at least responded, to avoid backlash. Did she not care anymore? Or—

Or was she unable to?

/leans in, like, uncomfortably close to the microphone

glynda darling i do Not mean 2 worry u but yr (future) gf is currently grieving, pissed beyond belief, and also

/checks notes

failing her way into becoming strawberry jam

But, surprisingly, there was another half to Glynda now: one that worried, despite facts, that Cinder was in danger. That Cinder might need her.

GO AND GET THE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The light caught in every golden thread of her crown emblem, embroidered with diligent precision. But something else caught her eye: the midnight black surrounding it had a sheen to it. Subtle red ducked through the fabric, glittering like burnished stars in a distant night sky: fire Dust.

The flash of a memory: Cinder’s face when Glynda had complained that her last cape had been burned.

This cape would not burn.

okay so no lie i cant read this bit without my eyes starting to water abt just how GOOD this section is and i have cried TOO MANY TIMES over this fic ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T H A N K Y O U F O R T H E F O O D !

CINDER MADE IT FIREPROOF. SHE DIDNT HAVE TO. SHE DIDNT NEED TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS U N R E A L. I AM CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GO GET THE GIRL YOU MORON

Glynda didn’t know what to do.

Glynda dialed Winter.

and i am INSTANTLY launched back into the comedy that is glynda goodwitch’s life at large THANKS FOR THE WHIPLASH

“No, I mean… I was awful to you the last time we spoke. I know I was. I keep thinking about it. I’m so sorry, I just… Don’t have anyone else to go to right now. I don’t know who else I’d call.” It was horrible to admit. Loneliness had never shamed her before because her soul had held it at bay. Now it made her sick. “I’m safe. If you don’t want to talk to me…”

LOOK AT THIS CHARACTER GROWTH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, GLYNDA!!!!!!!! YR DOIN SO WELL BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE COME LOOK AT HER THINKING WITH HER M I N D.

“I lashed out at you, Professor Goodwitch. That wasn’t right of me. I should have known that you weren’t truly to blame for what you said. I know Cinder. She’s manipulative. She twists the world and makes you think she’s a different person than who she really is. I blamed you in the moment, but Cinder Fall is truly the person at fault for making you believe that I would try to hurt you. I shouldn’t have raised my voice or said the things I did.”

/rubs face

like winter needs to be in this fic and og was bereft not having her actually take up 30% of the space as she DESERVES, but god i forgot that shes a whole Thing and winter please just. shush. for a moment. for a second. ilusm. but please shut up.

Glynda was pacing, her Scroll levitating near her.

side note but casual uses of glyndas semblance is one of my fav things i love seeing it. glynda ‘look mom no hands’ goodwitch out here,

Glynda closed her eyes. The tactile recollection of cats arching, bristling, and spitting. Backed into corners. “Maybe she was panicking. I don’t know.”

i dont rly have much to say here other than continuing to enjoy Cinder As Cat, the ongoing metaphor. glyndas just gonna pick her up the scruff of the neck eventually and we will ALL b thankful.

ughghghgb im not gonna copy paste this whole convo w/ winter because this is a liveblog not a shitty projection of the fic on the side wall of a bowling alley, BUT GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD glynda is so WORRIED,,,,,,,,,,, past glynda is befuddled. bemused. why does future glynda Feel so much. but future glynda is FEELING and i love her. das yr gf yr worried abt. DAS HER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and also yr other gf winter too but like that’s a long-con sort of egg to hatch,

While it had been some time now since Glynda had been in a proper fight, she expected no trouble. This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her. Still, she would bide her time and hold her silence, if only for the chance of getting a hint of what was going on.

This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her.

LADS,,,, LADIES,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, BEANS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, IS IT GAY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, TO SEE YR RIVAL AS YR ONLY REAL THREAT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The group crossed the room as one unit, guns aloft and eyes peeled, determined to not be ambushed.

Glynda intended to ambush them regardless.

i dont like 2 say when an au gets a character so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, but.......................... offal hunt gets glynda so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, and thats that, on that,

One left. Glynda didn’t hesitate. She had been built to fight Grimm; far stronger, far quicker, far more bestial foes than these. She was herself a blade, sharpened far too fine for these intruders.

sounds hot

“Are they...alive?”

Glynda didn’t pause to check.

“Professor? Are they alive?”

glynda: fuck them kids

“How will you get to her?” Winter asked.

“I always find her in the end,” Glynda answered.

hrm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i wonder if that’s foreshadowing something

Her soul was churning inside her, longing for solace, for Cinder. She could picture the way like a burning trail in her mind’s eye; that bright-yellow tether between herself and Cinder, that pathway between their souls that she had tread so many times before. It always led her to Cinder.

HRM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I WONDER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“Good luck, Glynda.”

“Thank you,” she said again, pausing under the streetlights. “But I won’t need luck. I’ll find her.”

FELLAS,

what a good chapter!!!!!!!!!!! also i cried. BUT I HAD A REAL GOOD TIME. I CAN IMAGINE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LESS OF A GOOD TIME, BUT FOR NOW, I WILL ENJOY THE MENTAL IMAGE OF GLYNDA’S BICEPS AND HER FUTURE WEDDING ALSO,

[icarus-imagines]

Zero Kiryu X Reincarnated!Reader

Hello~! May I request a Zero Kiryu x Reader? I want him to be how he is now and let's make it reincarnated lovers AU.

Word Count: 2,810

Category: Vampire Knight

Inspiration/Thought Process: Reincarnation Feels

~When I'm No Longer Young and Beautiful~

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

A small giggle erupted from your lips as you stared at him, cuddling closely, to the one and only man you would ever truly call your husband and Soulmate. His hair was a shining silver, relating to that of silk. His skin a snowy-white. Lastly, your favorite part of him, his eyes. They were always so vibrant and shining the color of pure lavender that always cheered you up one way or another whenever you gazed into them.

"You know I always will...," you replied with full, sincere honesty from the bottom of your heart. "No matter what, I always will."

He hummed in response as he lowered the shoulder of your baby blue-dyed kimono to gaze lovingly at your body. A blush erupted from your cheeks at his sudden confidence but scooted closer, on top of the futon, burying your face into the crook of his neck, a normal tendency of yours.

~*~*~*~

Waking up quickly your dream slowly faded away, but your persistent grasped at it even though it was but a single string. Every night would be the same, dreaming it really. It wasn't unusual for people to dream about their past lives and their Soulmate. Oh well, it wasn't unusual for a vampire, that is.

Yet every time you dreamed/remembered it like a memory right when you awoke you forgot every second of it. Which irked you since you always awoke with a brilliant mood and grin plastered on you (F/t) face. Sighing, you groggily leaped out of bed your short (It will help the story) shoulder length (H/c) hair bobbing with your (B/s) figure.

You curiously turned your head to the right looking at the bedside table to see the necklace you've had since you could remember. It was a beautiful heart-shaped pendant made out of pure gold, with your own initials. Your hands reach out and picked it up carefully, the weight of the pendant weighing down your hand just a bit. It actually helps, since it signified that it was there whenever you wore it. Your thumb rubbing lightly over the outdented loopy font of your initials. Even though you rubbed it over and over every day, due to either nervousness and/or anxiety sometimes, you were surprised it hadn't faded at all. It still seemed to keep its original color no matter how had or how long you rubbed it. Which was a bonus, since you didn't have to worry about it ever looking different than it did when you had first been given it.

Your hands turned it sideways and opened up the small clasp. It split into two sections in which you could place one small picture in each. Unfortunately for as long as you have had it, there had never been any sort of pictures fit inside it. And you planned to keep it that way, for the hope of finding the pictures that you knew for sure were there once.

Letting out a small sigh you shook off the subject clamping it back together to make it whole again. Unlatching the chain you lifted your short hair and latched it back again. The pendant resting against your skin, the coolness of the locket including the weight reminding you it was always going to be there.

Adorning the usual Day Class uniform for the elite school Cross Academy, with your golden heart locket, you hurriedly set off to the first of your many classes. You had always wanted to keep your grades high so getting up a little earlier than most people was a normal everyday activity for you. You may not be the most intellectual of your many peers, but you were smarter than the majority of them.

Making sure not to create much noise, since you were about 30 minutes earlier than issued to get to class, you entered one of the first classrooms of your first period not knowing another soul actually had joined you in the room. Glancing up with your (E/c) eyes you noticed a boy with his head resting on his shoulders lazily. His eyelids half covered his eyes not allowing you to see their color, but from what you were seeing from his hair was that it was a glittering silver.

For a second you had to stop in your tracks to your seat in the front, which he was sat right behind you, to just stare at him. Deja vu hit you like a foggy cloud, yet due to not being able to grasp at it, it is not holdable, you could only watch it slip away right in front of you. You shook your head a bit your locks of shoulder-length (H/c) shaking this way and that on your head.

You blush and hold your bag tightly as you feel him staring intently at you, but you being too shy to look down at your feet deciding to just take a seat in the front row, like usual. Your hair blocking the view of your (E/c) colored eyes from him.

~*~*~*~

The first period of the day, along with all the others, passed without a breeze. With the help of keeping my mood up was a result of having Yuki Kuran and Sayori Wakaba by my side throughout the day. Yuki may not be the most engaging student, at least she made me smile and think about life, and how it's too short etc.

I owed her a lot since she had introduced me to many people and showed me around the humongous grounds of Cross Academy.

"(Y/n)!" a voice yelled in your ear. You grimaced a bit and opening your eyes to see Yuki, her short brown shoulder-length hair staring at you with a confused expression. You tilted your head curiously wondering what she could want. It was always a mystery to somebody like her, which made you intrigued in her in the first place. It was fun not knowing what would happen next.

"Yes, Yuki-Chan?" You asked, packing up your school bag quietly trying to maintain eye contact with her. Even though you tried to stay quiet it wasn't like anybody would be bothered by it since everybody had already left in a hurry, along with Sayori.

She smiled noticing she had grabbed your attention. She clapped her hands together letting out a small squeal of excitement. "I have somebody I wish for you to meet!"

Your head stayed tilted to the side, and your hands subconsciously sprang up to the locket rubbing it slowly. "And who would that be?" You questioned her, not too excited about meeting a new person. Especially Yuki's friend since most were vampires, like herself.

Clearly evident from her long strands of brown hair that had once been shoulder-length until Kaname, a pureblood also being her older brother, had changed her. At least she had the decency of telling you her deepest secret. Even Sayori didn't even know. Which meant a lot to you, that she thought you could be trusted with something of the likes of vampires.

"He's been my friend for quite a while! Since we were children! He should be looking out for Day Class students right now!" She cheered with glee. You showed a small smile, not wanting to upset her. You nodding picking up your bag, standing up from your seat. "I wanted to introduce you two before I leave with Kaname...," her voice soft for once. You looked her in the eye and knew you had to meet this person. For Yuki.

~*~*~*~

"He should be this way!" She yelled, probably making the person she wanted to meet aware of her coming from a mile away. You clung desperately to her hand as she ran through the schoolyard towards the Night Class Dorms, where he was likely to be keeping a lookout.

Your locket thumped against your (S/c) chest, calming you down a bit to at least stare at Yuki's hair flowing behind her.

"Oh, there he is!" Yuki yelled knocking you out of our thoughts. She stopped almost abruptly causing you to fall on the ground butt first, after bumping into her sturdy back. "Gomen!"

"You should be careful Yuki, you can't keep doing that to people so much," a voice like silk thread said. You stared at your shoes embarrassed as your face grew hot.

"Okay...," Yuki pouted.

"You need any help?" The voice asked as its owner reached their hand out in front of your face. Your (E/c) eyes trailed from the tips of his finger, along with the length of his arm, and to his face.

You froze in place as your eyes met, (E/c) with lavender. His breath caught short in his throat as he stared down at you.

The memories, like bombs, all erupted at once as you started to remember

~*~*~*~

"Zero!" Your yell echoed off the walls as you stared at his lifeless body, blood spilling from the countless wounds on his body. The most severe from the left side of his neck. Running towards his body, almost tripping over your kimono, your body gave out from underneath you as you neared him. Your arms cuddled his body close gingerly supporting his head as if he was a newborn infant. "Z-Zero?"

Looking down at his face, even though you knew he was long gone, you couldn't help him. Though you were a pureblood there was nothing that you could do that would make him wake up.

"So you're the one that he so truly desires?" A soft voice of a woman said with a mocking hint laying underneath.

Your head snapped up in horror as the figure came closer. Her skin was a snowy-white, her hair a silvery-white that reached down to her feet. And her eyes an unusual shade of pink glared at you as she stepped closer her kimono dragging on the ground. "Shizuka H-hio!?" You yelled confused.

"That's my name isn't it?" she said with a snappy bark. "I was wondering when you would come after him, I just knew you would...."

"W-Why? Why!" You yelled your voice becoming hoarse with overuse.

"Why, you ask? To get back at you," Her bangs swished as she stared at Zero's dead body, trapped between your arms in a desperate plea to keep him with you as long as you could. "Always stealing my men, because of your beauty I could never be with who I wished. How foolish of me, because you never cared about any of them. Until he came along...," she pointed at Zero. "I had finally found a target, somebody you didn't yet know about then you came into his life and you both fell in love. With each other no less! I was heartbroken to hear that you two had gotten married!" she yelled her voice even higher as she grimaced at the rings on both you and Zero's wedding fingers, glittering a bright gold.

"So just because I fell in love with a man you needed to do this!? I loved him! I still love him! " You cried out tears spilling down your face. "And I'll continue to still love him, forever!"

You held your long (H/c) hair, that went to your knees, in your left hand and brought out a silver dagger from your kimono. Shizuka eyed you warily, watching your every move. "What are you doing?"

You ignored her question as you cleanly cut your hair, it falling to the floor as the rest is only shoulder-length. Your eyes slowly swirl into the color red as you bear your white fangs. "I'm going to love Zero, forever. I don't care if I have to give up being a Pureblood to be with him...I love him too much...," you say softly against Zero's skin on the left side of his neck. You stick your tongue out licking the blood already dripping from the wound given to him by Shizuka.

Biting down as soft as you could into his flesh you drank his blood savoring the sweet taste and smell of him, wanting to bath in it for the rest of your life. Unlatching your mouth from his neck you open his mouth enough to shove in your wrist that you had already bitten. Your blood sliding down his throat easily.

Shizuka stared at you in pure terror realizing what you were about to do. But she never thought somebody could actually activate it. She tried running towards you to pull you away from Zero but was held back by your powers. Keeping her restrained, but still incited the spell you kept working. Your mouth moved forming words silently until it stopped and your body gave out, laying atop Zero.

Shizuka screamed realizing what you had done. Now she could never have Zero. And he only belonged to you...

~*~*~*~

You gasped getting sucked out of the first memory, pushed out like you had drowned in waves of ocean water. Your eyes flickered up seeing Zero with the same expression on his face. He smiled at you, knowing you both were Soulmates. But the moment was soon broken by Yuki.

"Oh, my gosh, Zero! You're actually smiling! I can't believe your Soulmates, but you're not a vamp-" she's cut off when she stares at your features. Your skin had become paler than usual (If possible) and your eyes were a bloody red, fangs poking your bottom lip. Your hair had grown longer, to your knees like in your memory. "I have to tell Kaname! He'll be so happy about this!" She ran off to find him without another thought.

You turned to Zero a smile reaching your face. You had gained some of your memories and you knew spending more time with him would act more and you would learn more about what the spell meant and what he had meant to you in your "past" life. But for now, all you wished to do was learn more about him.

"So, your name's Zero?" You asked softly holding your hand out for his to take. "Mine's (Y/n)...It's nice to meet you, Soulmate."

He reached his hand out, taking your much smaller one in his. "Likewise."

~*~*~*~

~Extra Ending~

You held the locket in your hands looking at the contents of that held two pictures. One of both you and Zero at your wedding. And the other your newborn daughter.

Looking at both you couldn't help, but feel a rushing wave of happiness and relief. You had already gotten all of your missing memories completing the puzzle into one. Clamping it shut you held it close to your chest. You sat in the chair in front of the fireplace but was snapped out of your trance to the padding of footsteps.

You watched as you daughter only 5 years old ran into the room with a towel covering her naked body. Bubbles clung to the top of her cute little head as she headed towards you, getting you wet as she jumped onto your lap. She giggled as she hugged your waist tightly.

"What are you doing?" You asked your eyes widening.

"Daddy was trying to make me take a bath!" she giggled out.

And true to her words Zero came running in his clothes all wet, his hair dripping with water. You blushed at his appearance.

"I thought I was the only one that could make you wet?~" You teased forgetting about your daughter. But she just giggled thinking of something innocent. You hugged her tighter resting your dry head on her damp hair, as you stared at her (E/c) eyes lovingly. Zero came up to you two kneeling on his knees his front resting on your lap. He smiled up at you through his strands of silver hair.

"(Y/n)?" he asked. You hummed telling him you were listening. "Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

A laugh slipped past your lips as you gazed at both Zero and (Y/d/n). "You know I always will...And I always will...,"

And you meant every word of it. Being vampires had its perks. And since both of you were, along with your dear child, you would all be able to stay together...forever.

And thanks to Kaname, Shizuka was no longer alive.

You would have to thank him for that at least.

[suck-my-tomato]

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Jibbs  ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S): -------- ARE YOU OVER 18?    Yes  IS YOUR MUSE?   Yep WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? My Sass has been around since 2016, this page/blog got made late 2019 but its the same old Sass, just new page since i got locked outta my old one.

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)  /  Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all  /  A little  /  Some  /  Mostly /  Strictly  /  Not Applicable

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners  /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella

i prefer to do mutli-paras but will do smaller threads when my partner wants to/only does smaller paras

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No  /  Gifs  /  Icons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No  /  Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens)  /  Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead) /  Fully Plotted Epics ( plotted beginning, middle, and end )

Again, I prefer to do open-ended plots OR semi-plotted (have a goal to reach) to prevent it from getting tiring or one of us losing interest if it aint going anywhere/repetitive 

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month)  / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks)  /  Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)  /  It depends

I work a LOT, so i try to get things done on my weekends so it varies from 1 day -3 weeks, BUT if im on during the weekend some threads will get done right away after I get it back!

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff  /  Angst  /  Smut  /  Violence  /   Tragedy   /  Domestic  /  Family  /  Conversational / CRACK

Shit, I LOVE angst, violence and tragedy the most tbh. But I’m done for almost anything unless I have too many of one theme. Like too many domestic things, then I’ll turn down another domestic thread for a while. 

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy  /  Supernatural  /  Science Fiction  /  Historical  /  Horror  /  Comedy  / Romantic  /  Drama  /  Action  /  Adventure  /  Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes / Rarely

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? Nothing personally triggers me, but there are topics that I will  NEVER touch. (Example; incest, pedophilia and just generally really fucked up things like that.) Murder, kidnapping, torturing, physiological abuse/physical abuse, all that is free game if we discuss it and agree.

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic /  Platonic /  Familial

As long as I get a heads up and we AGREE on what our muses relationship of any form is like, I’m down for whatever. 

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No  /  Chemistry Only  /  Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No  /  Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual  /  Pansexual  /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual  /  Sapiosexual  /  Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  /  Biromantic  /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic  /  Demiromantic  /  Sapioromantic  /  Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship  /  During plotting  /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions  /  Slow burn  /  Never

This greatly depends on the mun and mine relationships too. If mun and I have a great interaction and we both love our muses and want our muses to be together, my ass will be tagging you and your muse in posts that make me think of our  muses together. 

and even then, i may ship them romantically but that doesnt mean our MUSES want to be together. 

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

yessss give me those toxic relationships. 

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (incest, canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) Absolutely NOT  /  Selectively  /  Yes

I do not do incest. 

Now, if your character is a Uchiha OC and wants to date my Sass, i’d allow that because dating within clans/marrying within clans was happening left and right. I just wont do a Itachi/Sasuke relationship past being brothers. 

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? Never  /  Sometimes /  Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

tagged by: @stag-in-stasis​

tagging; everyone <3 

[iiimber]

All might A-Z

A= affection 

Toshinori is a very affectionate man; he tends to keep any displays for when he’s alone with you. He would love to show you off to the world– hold your hand or give you any and all kisses in public, but sadly, being a high profile hero prohibits him from doing that. So when you’re at home together, there’s hardly a moment when he’s not touching you. You’re either in his lap, you he has his arms wrapped around you in any position. It’s very comforting. 

B= best memory

He doesn’t like choosing, because there are so many memories that he cherishes. But if he had to, he would say it was your first date. He remembers being so nervous, and you hadn’t been any better– but he had been able to gather up enough confidence to ask to hold your hand. He’ll never forget how flushed your cheeks were, or the giant, pretty smile that overtook your features. To this day, he still tries to make you smile that big again.

C= cat or dog person

Honestly, All Might screams ‘dog person’ to me. He probably has a fondness for big breeds, often charmed by the ones who are too big to be lap dogs but act like one anyways. He doesn’t mind cats, and actually likes them quite a bit, but owning a cat would come after getting a dog to him. 

D= dreams

Toshinori had already fulfilled his dream of being a hero, but his more domestic one is to have a family. He’s a good man, and loves children, so it’s only natural to want some of his own. Sadly, he had always been so busy as #1 and the danger of being that high profile and having a kid was much too great…he hopes later on in life he’ll be able to, even if he has to adopt.

E= evenings

If he’s not working, then his evenings are very laid back. He’ll eat dinner and either watch a show or read. If you ever happen to be over, he actually likes play board or card games with you to pass time. If he doesn’t have work early the next morning, he’ll often ask if you’d like to go to dinner, and treat you at an expensive restaurant– before taking you home and falling asleep in each others arms.

F= first date

Your first date was very simple and low-key, but it still made him incredibly nervous. He thought it would be nice to take you out for breakfast on a day where it wasn’t so busy– taking you on a long walk through the park. He had been so scared to ask to hold your hand, but he was glad he did– no matter how little the gesture was. It was you that kissed him by a pond, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t red for the rest of the day.

G= giggle

In muscled form, Toshinori has a booming laugh– it’s loud and deep, definitely heroic and manly sounding. In regular form, he laughs with more of a soft chuckle, which is very cute and gentle. It doesn’t take a lot to make him laugh; he really could giggle at anything you say that’s supposed to be funny. He’s a pun man, and always gets a kick out of them, even if he’s the one saying them.

H= hugs

Oh boy does he love hugs, and man is he good at them. Toshinori hugs with his whole body, both arms squeezing you tightly enough where you feel protected, but soft enough that it never hurts. He never gives side hugs, always goes all the way– even with fans, but it’s of course less intimate than when he’s with you. His favorite way to hug is with you in his lap, arms around his neck while his are around your waist, holding you close.

I= instrument 

He’s never had time to really sit down and learn how to play one, no less keep up practice– but while his time in America he had learned how to play a few chords on an acoustic through David. He doesn’t remember much, but once he’s retired he’d like to get back into it, to give himself a hobby.

J= joy

A lot of things bring joy to Toshinoris life. Being a hero was one of them; saving people and gaining their love and trust was something he’s never give up, and it made all the hardships worth it. Midoriya and his heart of a true hero made his so proud and happy always, and that feeling seemed to grow each time he saw the boy improve. Having you in his life to love makes him calm and gleeful; you bring a domestic simplicity he’s always craved a bit; he’d never give that up.

K= kisses

Toshinori’s kisses are always passionate. He’s a passionate man, so his love has to be too. His lips are very soft, and they always feel just perfect against yours– holding you close and pecking yours softly when he leaves for the day, or a hand threading through your hair while he kisses you slow and heavy while pressed up against him on the sofa. They’re never too wet or overbearing, he knows how to move his lips just right.

L= love

Despite being handsome and well-liked, he’s very modest and a little shy when he likes someone. He’s a gentleman, but he tends to act more nice and soft towards you in particular; a clear sign he feels different. While he can be shy with his crush, he’s not above showing off a little too. During school, he’d always rise to the top of any fight or lesson– often turning to you with a smile to see if you noticed. He’s a bit like a puppy, it’s cute.

M= memory

His favorite personal memory would have to do with his master. He had never been incredibly close with his birth parents, so Nana had been a mother to him. He recalls one night after extensive and draining lesson, she invited him to her place for dinner. She cooked, stew that was hearty and thick, and talked to him for hours about his life outside of becoming the next OFA user, and what his dreams were. He’ll never forget the look of fondness on her face, or how intense her listening was. It made him wonder if she had consider him like a son.

N= no

By no fault of anyone else, Toshinori hates getting stuck. In his muscle form, he’s bulky and takes up a lot of space, so it’s hard to maneuver himself sometimes. Walking in the halls after school or trying to get to one destination on a busy sidewalk is hell in his muscle form, he’s too nice to push by and a little embarrassed to excuse his big self past anyone.

O= occupation

A given. Toshinori had always wanted to be a hero, so I imagine he was much like Midoriya growing up; not one to give into his fate of being quirkless, and always looking for a way that he would be able to achieve his dream. It all worked out, thankfully.

P= parent

Toshinori would be a fantastic father. He’s very caring and excitable, he’d be a fun and supportive dad. He had actually always wanted to someday have a child of his own, so if it were to ever happen he would absolutely shed tears. He’d be very hands-on during the pregnancy, no matter how tired he would be from hero work. He’d be secretive though, careful to not let any information on his child being his slip into public hands.

Q= questions

It’s not something he actively discusses since he doesn’t think about the topic too much, but he believes in aliens 100%! He finds it a little odd to think that we are alone in the universe (especially in the kind of world they live in, come on). Toshinori doesn’t partake in any religion, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t think there was a higher power up there.

R= romantic

He is so romantic in a relationship. He’s very busy in his hero life, but that never stops him from showing up on your doorstep after a patrol with flowers and dinner (no matter how tired he is). He says lots of fluffy things, mostly compliments that are so sweetly honest it could give you a cavity.

S= smile

In his line of work, the fact that he can save someone and hear their thanks never fails to make him smile. He loves that fact that people are willing to lean on him; put their trust into him. Toshinori was born to help people, and being able to live up to that makes everything worthwhile. In a romantic sense, being around you and just being is enough to make him smile. He feels most at peace when he is alone with you.

T= together

If he has the time to be, he can be very clingy. He’s an affectionate man, so if he’s able to he can lay with you wrapped in his arms all day. When the two of you share a free day, you never leave each others side. He’ll wake up with you in his arms, run around town holding your had, sit at home with an arm around your shoulder while you rest your head on his chest. Even while making dinner, you’re around each other. It’s very domestic and blissful.

U= unbearable 

After his accident, Toshinori begins to always look down on himself, and talk very negatively. It’s unbearable in the sense that you hate to see your joyful and beautiful man so self-deprecating. When he’s like this, he hates when you fret over him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it, so he often pushes you away. He never snaps, but he’s cold and blunt; it’s hard for the both of you.

V= Videos

Toshinori isn’t the best photo/video taker, but god forbid if he doesn’t try. His album is full of pictures of you; whether it’s one you posed for, or one he took while you were doing mundane things. Any selfies of you two are a little blurry if he took them, otherwise he has all the ones you do. He’s not much of a video taker, but if the situation arises (a surprise for you, or if the two of you ever have kids) he tries.

W= wedding

The wedding was actually small; only your family and some of his + Gran Torino and Dave. Any news of it was kept from the public in fear of it being ruined, so it took place out of the city in a small but pretty church. It was truly one of the best days of his life, and he cried when you walked down the isle. Most of this pictures are hanging up in your shared home, and he loves to gaze at them when he feels off.

X= eXtra

Toshinori likes to read and write poetry. It started as a hobby when he was younger, a way to release any pent-up emotions; and continued on throughout his life. His vows to you had been a short yet sweet piece; flowing beautifully and smoothly to the point you had also cried. If he did not become a hero, he very well could have been a famous poet.

Y= yuck

He likes baked goods and any edible sweets, but artificial sweet smells are a no for him. They smell fake and much too strong, often giving him a headache if he’s around a candle or perfume for too long.

Z= zzzz

Toshinori sleeps heavy, but he doesn’t get the chance to very often. He works shifts and on-call, so he’s often interrupted from a deep sleep. If he’s able to, he can sleep for ten hours interrupted, and it’s incredibly hard to wake him when he’s that far gone.

[dcarhcarts]

regarding recent absences

And other such updates!

If you want the tl;dr, here it is: my mental health isn’t in the greatest place right now, and I figured I ought to explain why I must ask you for continued patience for the snail speed on this blog. I’m not announcing official hiatus, but just know that I...might continue to be pretty scarce, but I’m trying my best to be here and to be writing here. To hopefully get me more active here, I plan on dropping a few threads and cleaning out my dash re: people who follow me but aren’t writing with me. You’re more than welcome to keep following me if I unfollow you, and if you want to write with me and just haven’t gotten the chance and would like me to re-follow you, pls just go ahead and shoot me an im. I will be making a separate post about both those things, it’s just that I can’t deal with how fast my dash is moving at the moment.

If you care for the long version, under the cut so as to not bother everyone else!!! Be warned that it’s uh...it’s l o n g. TW for depression and anxiety and the general things my brain does to me lolol. 

Wow I haven’t used the post title function in a l o n g time. Anyway, hi, it’s me, Ro, your friendly neighborhood mun of a 20+ muse mumu. Don’t let the kind-of-serious format scare you - nothing bad is happening. I just have a few things that I felt the need to address that have been happening either in my life or just in my screwed up brain :D Buckle in and get ready for the ride, I guess?

Starting with something y’all already know about - I’ve not been here a lot recently. I joke about that a lot, but really, if you catch the pattern, my activity here is: exclusively after 10 pm, 2 drafts at most a day, inbox straight up clogged from like a month ago. IMS basically desolate, because I haven’t worked up the courage to pick them back up since I last forgot about them in the endless stream of things I had to do about a month ago! (that being said, uh, if you want to talk to me your best bet is probably through discord. Ro#6782 - pls, mutuals only, and tell me who you are!)  

And - because I h a t e being that mun that reblogs memes and asks for for them and then never answers their askbox / puts out starter calls when she has 10000 drafts / puts out plotting calls when she has unanswered ims, (no problem at all when other people do this but somehow when it’s m e I’m like “no you’re a terrible person”???? hmmm), I’ve also been avoiding t h o s e. If you’re new and you followed me in the last month, I’ve been putting out n o t h i n g that indicates a willingness to interact with new/more people, while the opposite is true. I’m always willing to interact - if I follow back, I want to write with you, only, well, aforementioned issue aside, I also have m o r e problems.

Namely, IRL and the fucked up thing called my brain. 

As most of you know, I got a job ~end of may or early juuuune~ and....well it’s pretty damn time consuming. I can’t have my phone during the course of my job - by the way, 4 hours - and so in those 4 hours (from 4 pm to 8 pm) I can basically get nothing done here. Then there’s also the fact that the time my shift is placed mentally and physically drains me a lot. Because it starts at 4, most of my morning is spent thinking “god I don’t wanna go to work” and because it ends at 8, most of my evening is spent trying very hard not to doze off. It also drains me a lot socially - I work at a call center, and all day I’m basically calling people who don’t want me to call them and are very irate even when they pick up, and uh, that already doesn’t do well for my anxiety haha. 

The other thing, of course - is my sort-of-seasonal depression. Winter tends to equate to anxiety for me, and summer tends to equate to depression. Again, I think I’ve joked about this a lot, but I apparently can only do drafts when I have 3 finals tomorrow and I haven’t studied for any of them. When it’s break, I get into a really weird slump - when i wake up in the morning, I don’t really want to wake up, and sometimes just stare at the wall for like, an hour. Nothing that I enjoyed during the other months, I seem to enjoy doing now. There’s too much time and too little time. It’s like i spent the whole day doing absolutely nothing meaningful but I can’t break myself out of the cycle so I keep doing that, rinse and repeat day after day, and sometimes my definition of spending time is just lying down in bed again and doing nothing for an hour randomly in the middle of the day. I feel guilty for wasting time as much as I am clueless as to how to fill it in a fulfilling way. “But Ro, you could do drafts!” A Concerned Person May Say. “You like writing!” Well, Kind Person, on some of these days, absolutely n o t h i n g Sparks Joy. 

“But Ro, I follow you on your other blog too!” The Concerned Person might continue.“You’re kind of active there, aren’t you?” And the answer, Kind Person who supported my career even if that blog is mostly obscure af fandoms - is yes.  I am kind of active on my other blog, @storyblcd. This brings us to the third and final reason why I’m.....moving at snail’s speed here, and that, my good friend - is anxiety. Well, mixed with a certain amount of mental exhaustion, of course. Note: this is n o t anyone’s fault. People’s interactions with me have not been negative - and they are not responsible for how my brain chooses to reaact to it. 

I’ve not lost muse for the muses on this blog, per se - but I’m getting burned out really fast writing them, for multiple reasons. First, muse imbalance. Now I know, I definitely k n o w - that sometimes people like one muse more than another, or have more interest in writing with one or the other, and I get that. I’ve said multiple multiple times that that is p e r f e c t l y fine. But honestly the reason I’ve lasted so long on a multimuse is because I can pick which muse I have muse for when, and I can respond accordingly / ask for interactions accordingly. But when I get so many people coming at me at once for the o n e muse when I have t w e n t y it sometimes gets a little? Discouraging? It makes me question whether or not only that one muse is popular for a reason. It also exhausts me re: the portrayal of that muse, because I”m putting out so many replies for that muse in a lot of sort of similar plots/scenarios that I just get burnt right out. And then I get scared that if I keep going I’ll want to drop the muse, so I’m staying away from those threads a little bit.

Second, I’m at a point in my portrayal of certain muses where I feel like there’s a certain expectation for how it’s going to be. My personal feelings aside, I think every mun expects their own portrayal to be different and unique and exciting - and it’s not different for me, only now I feel like the expectation and the pressure of coming up with something good and meaningful outweighs the feeling of exploration as I’m “discovering” the muse. Like most writers - I still crave validation, though more and more lately, I’m at a place in my writing where I f e e l like me from 2 months ago could have probably done a better job. While it’s not necessarily true, and these pressures are coming from m e and not any outside source, I f e e l like I have to consistently Make Good Writing, and simultaneously feel like some days I sit down and I try to do drafts and all I write is garbage. It just - doesn’t feel the same? So - more and more, I’m staring at the empty drafts page and then closing it - because if I don’t w r i t e I don’t have to admit I peaked two months ago.  

Both of these reasons have made me rather a bit avoidant of my muses here / this blog. Now, I’ve been struggling with anxiety for long enough that I know that a lot of this is - well, p r o b a b l y just my brain lying to me. See even as I’m writing this post now, my anxiety is saying “haha guess what n o one cares you’ve been gone” and my rational Anxiety-is-a-stupid-asshole voice is saying “nahhhhhh your brain is probably just lying to you.” But! In the battle, anxiety is kind of pummeling me now. I will r i s e again and win the war, most likely - but for now it’s anxiety: 1 and ro: 0.

AND finally - if you made it all the way down here, you’re a c h a m p. The solution! Well, as much of a solution as I’m hoping to get anyway - we’ll have to see if it implements well. I’m going to unfollow a few blogs so I can get my dash cleaner/more organized/less fast-moving and b r e a t h e. I’m going to drop a couple of threads, I might make a couple more muses request only/exclusive only for the like 2 people that have threads with them, I might drop a couple muses (though I don’t think this will really happen, Idk tho). There will be separate posts on those things coming soon, this is just to notify y’all. Thank you for all of your patience, thank you for all the wonderful people who’ve allowed me to write with you, I love all of you!!!!

[ryouverua]

Trial 6 -  ”hello, world!” (6)

Time to pick up the fallen torch.

Trial: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

K.... K1-b0? This - this must be you, right?

I’ve been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the chapter 3 trial! Finally, the explanation I’ve been craving! If - if the inner voice is coming into play now - it might actually be a benevolent force, right? Maybe? At this point we just need something to keep us moving forward...

Yes!!!

..... Oops.

“And please choose the right answer this time.”

Okay okay, jeez -

K1... K1-b0? W-Why not - ?

...... remedy the situation. Not save... but fix...???

Voices??? It’s plural now? Does that include me, the player?

K1-b0! Your moment has finally come, with no more lasers or explosions required! hopefully

WAIT

WE’RE OFFICIALLY IN HIS POV NOW???

This is incredibly late game for a protagonist switch b-but okay! also oh god what does that say about Sweetcheeks’s condition -

I’m glad we haven’t completely lost Shuichi. ): He really does look like he’s not with us, though. How can we help him? I joke about how much I love this sprite, but it’s awful seeing him like this.

But apparently Shuichi’s been relegated to the sidelines entirely now, because K1-b0 is entirely focused on Jun - Tsumugi. Oh boy, I almost started thinking of her as Junko. I will not let her hide behind her characters, damn it!

Yes! Yes, exactly! She can’t have it both ways!

YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE ANNOYED YOU APPARENTLY WROTE HIM TO BE THIS WAY!!!

Ooh? Yeah, the text is changing at the bottom...

U U H   I’M SORRY YOU CAN’T JUST DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT SO ABRUPTLY -

TSUMUGI LET HIM HAVE HIS COOL MOMENT

HE LITERALLY JUST GOT HIS MOMENT IN THE SUN DON’T JUST UNDERCUT HIM OUT OF NOWHERE 

no seriously she didn’t even give him a chance to build up momentum

The way she’s able to just dismiss him so casually like that, just completely trivializing him, is absolutely brutal. also what plotline lol -

I-I mean I’m joking, he has had a ‘coming to terms with his status as a robot amongst humans and accepting himself’ plotline! Sorta! It’s just been pretty.... well, behind the scenes. I just wished we got to see more of you and Miu together at the very least.

Wait -

He’s been the actual audience’s surrogate? That.... that means his ahoge....... really is the connection to the outside... but also, the only thing holding him back from going kamikaze??? It’s basically an outside force that’s been suppressing his free will?

Oh shit... is that why the game switched us to this POV, for that reveal? Well-damn-played, DRV3!

.....

wow this is getting worse and worse, huh

ALSO OH NO WAY TO SMASH HIS FRAGILE SELF-ESTEEM INTO PIECES

“You know all those hi~lar~ious asides everyone had at your expense about you being no more important than your average kitchen appliance? Guess what - ! They were r i g h t!”

Somehow I wonder if it would have been better if it was the mastermind’s will. At least it would assign him some sense of importance, even if that stinging feeling of betraying his friends would be there. At least he wouldn’t literally just be the subject of some nameless audiences’ whims - as it is, he’s basically been relegated to the status of ‘plaything’.

From Chapter 3 onward, when I was thinking about it, I wasn’t sure originally if I should consider it a force for good or evil - it seemed to be generally benevolent and since he didn’t take any actions against anyone, it was generally okay for me to discard it as an extension of ‘a mastermind whose goal was for everyone to be at odds with each other/kill each other’. He was always one of the most willing to cooperate with the others, too! I even considered if any of his actions had indirectly caused tension or murder, and I couldn’t find any instances where he did. But if he’s been at the beck and call of a third party, who’s been directing him for the sake of entertainment? Well, that’s a completely different story. In that context... everything makes... a lot more sense...

.... Except for his Chapter 5 actions??? He nearly got Shuichi to take him out twice??

Wait, actually - oh, this does change how I might look at him from this point on. How often would he consult the voice? Do the decisions override his own every time? Does that mean he can only make a move at the behest of the audience????

THE WAY HE PUT IT IS EVEN MORE DEMEANING

fhgh I guess that answers one of my questions

THE GIMMICK....

every production buzzword thrown in makes my stomach drop more

S-Shit the last time he had his ‘short-circuiting’ sprite was when Kokichi did his mastermind reveal in tandem with the ‘outside world’ reveal - D:

A.... Are you trying to make them feel bad for you, because I don’t think it’s working -

omg I just realized there would totally be twitter threads and reddit posts and stuff dedicated to this, and I’m trying to imagine the rage!posts that would swarm them as users ran to the internet to bitch about how ‘the robot totally isn’t responding to us anymore!’ and ‘I bet they’re rigging it so the ending goes the way they want! What a cop out ending!’ and hell, one of those more topical ‘let 👏 us 👏 control 👏 the 👏 robot 👏 you 👏 cowards 👏’

K1-B0 WAS THE CAMERA?!?!

..................................

glances at my computer monitor, then back here

ahahaha I am officially part of the outside world!mastermind tomfoolery oh god I’m so sorry everyone

Wait.... wait. Wait! So the Nanokumas’ footage is for the mastermind’s exclusive use? Really?

I... I was under the impression that if this audience was watching everyone, they’d have access to everything....

Then how different would this all look from only K1-b0′s eyes?! Did he know about Kaito’s training, for example? About Kaede and Shuichi’s practical inseparability in the first chapter? Wow, how different would this entire thing look from K1-b0′s exclusive POV?

I’m sorry what?

okay okay she’s going off on a despair rant which is - y’know, great, you do you and whatever - but I think it just turned my brain off a little bit. Like I just got catapulted back to DR1.

A-Are we really turning back to the whole ‘Junko persona’ idea? That she took on that role specifically, and by taking on the role as ‘Junko Enoshima’ she feels obligated to follow it through to the end? B-But...... but??? For a show??? That’s... no, that can’t be right, that’s weird, that’s stupid, that can’t be right....

You gotta admire her dedication to the craft I-I MEAN NO

WHAT THE HELL TSUMUGI

THAT IS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH MOTIVE

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT KIND OF REASON

SHUT THE FUCK UP KOMAEDA AND DON’T LOOK SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS oh that actually felt pretty good

i say this as someone whose previous favourite was komaeda it was very love/hate don’t @ me

Oh hey, the opening music is on! Is this the big turnabout we’ve been waiting for? It’s.... so.... weird that it’s coming from K1b0 now? Also wasn’t this sort of the plot of the DR3 anime via the Ultimate Animator or -

I??? I guess??? Weren’t they all just screaming DESPAIR at Shuichi a minute ago??? Isn’t it their comments on the screen???

Inspirational and all but -

I’m GoINg to cHOkE anD DiE

ULTIMATE HOPE ROBOT

FJKGHSDKLFJ

WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME

oh shit well there’s text saying Hope now so I guess something has changed out there

I believe it’s called déjà vu.

No seriously, am I hallucinating? Is this not what led to the whole final vote in DR1 or am I going crazy? Is this... what is.... happening........???? And Shuichi has just completely BSoDed in the corner??? Like, is he disassociating right now? Where is he?

It’s interesting that she looks happy here compared to angry Junko. She looked excited earlier when K1-b0 challenged her too (her new jazz-hands!sprite, lol) too, and her voice is on the brink of. Uh. I’m just going to say it’s getting very.... passionate. Is she just that confident or...?

Oh hey their sprites mirror each other. Parallels. :D

I like how Tsumugi is having Makoto say this part ~

But this brings up a good question... how exactly is this so-called final battle going to work? If they can’t fight for the right to leave, then what can they do?

alksdfj Himiko and Maki have also been so quiet this so time - I almost forgot they were there. K1-b0 and Tsumugi are basically the only ones doing the talking and between all the cosplays it feels like there are way more people here than there actually are - which is the point, I think? It really adds to that oppressive, ‘everyone is against you four’ atmosphere.

“- DETAILS DETAILS anyway it’s happening I don’t really care, now about that special vote ~”

This -

This is literally DR1?!?!

This.... this is strange. There has to be incentive to vote one way or the other. Is she going to tie ‘vote for K1-b0’ and ‘you’ll be forced into a world where you can’t/shouldn’t exist’ together vs ‘Vote for Tsumugi′ and ‘stay inside forever’? That’s.... what happened in the others, right?

Shuichi, mentally clocked out but occasionally checking back in so he doesn’t miss anything important: Wow this is absolute bullshit

Yeah... there’s no way they weren’t going to find a way to tempt you to vote for K1-b0. Okay, lay it on us.

YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE THEM KEEP GOING?!?!

“Ugh why did I let myself get lured back into the conversation by my bitchin’ ‘Lazy Parallel World’ theme song I’m going to mentally check out again because everything hurts and I want to die -”

There.... there aren’t....??

THAT’S NOT ENCOURAGING omg I missed that catchphrase it always made me laugh

I??? I don’t know if I can trust that??? If you can literally make flashback lights to override their old memories - if you can force it on them, whether they’re willing or not - if you can delete the last 24 hours, you could make them do something again??? T-Though if Tsumugi is gone... but then again, there’s a whole team of people behind this apparently! Her being gone means nothing!

“So you cannot leave this place.” Is it? Is it literally, physically impossible to leave this place? That’s the real question. the impossible is possible all you gotta do is make it so... s o b

HOW EVIL CAN YOU GET

HOW COULD YOU NOT EVEN GIVE THEM A POSSIBILITY OF RETURNING TO THEIR ORIGINAL SELVES

WHY WOULD ANYONE MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT WHY WOULD THAT BE OKAY FOR A PUBLICLY TELEVISED TV SHOW

For that matter this whole damn series sounds like a snuff film, if actually people are involved. Dear lord, even if they are actually adults - and I desperately hope that if this is true, that the outside world is actually like this, and watches this for fun, then they have a ‘18+’ rule for auditions (actually considering the love hotel exists they must be at least 18 ggh) - even the survivors.... have been killed, in a sense. Their previous selves have been killed. They were dead the moment they entered the world...

So either 16 people consented to ‘dying’ in an existential sense as well as possibly a physical sense, or 16 people were kidnapped and ‘killed’ for the entertainment of the world. I.... I actually... do at least believe, no matter what, that there is a depraved audience viewing this from somewhere. There’s no way there isn’t - this feedback via comments, the scene with that kid Makoto watching this at the beginning of this chapter - those are true. And they were more than okay with the idea of these people dying for their entertainment, even the so-called winners.

You can only create new identities, not recover them... I, I dunno. Somehow that’s so much more soul-crushing than a lot of the other things that have come up this trial.

t-the way his voice is breaking skdlfjgh -

W HA T!?

WHAT THE FU -

WHY?! WHY?! WHY MUST IT ONLY BE TWO, EVERY TIME?! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO DETERMINED TO ONLY HAVE TWO PEOPLE SURVIVE TO THE END?!

H.... How the hell.... are they supposed to do that?! Is that how you’re doing it?! Putting the burden of the decision on them, in order to break them?!

H-HE LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE HE’S GOING TO BREAK DOWN SOBBING ANY SECOND I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS

She is really trying to push that point, huh... but there it is. They can escape to the ‘outside world’. That is a cold comfort at this point, but...

They...... I don’t. I don’t know. I wouldn’t be able to do this - look my classmates in the eyes and condemn them. I guess this somehow managed to be worse than DR1.

K1-B0 NO

fml of course the only potential option would be students choosing self-sacrifice

I... I’m glad Shuichi is showing concern. I’ve noticed it a few times, how finally in the last chapter or so that he’s been observant of K1-b0′s well-being where the others haven’t been.

But I’m getting distracted - that’s not the point! FML I know he’s been shown those extremist tendencies towards the vague ideal of hope and destroying the despair, I - between this and the ‘destroying the school’ rampage he went on - what is he aiming for? You’re saying that you’re trying to defeat despair, but what is that? Is hope just the opposite of despair? Is despair just whatever Tsumugi says it is, so we’re immediately opposed to it, as the representatives of hope? Are you fighting for them to escape? Why is everyone surviving together ‘living despairful lives’ if Tsumugi is gone and they aren’t trying to kill each other anymore? What makes it that way? Why is this considered ‘defeating despair’? What does that even mean?

I... I guess K1-b0 would be punished anyway if they voted for him, but.... still....

Ugh, I get it. I get that kibou is hope, and that K1-b0 is therefore hope, and that we’re fighting for him to win or... something.... uhghghgh

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE SHUICHI

This was such an uncomfortable parade of ~ideal waifus~ sdlkfjsdf especially when we were getting into the ‘super tiny/cute’ territory because I have absolutely no interest in that whatsoever also I accidentally deleted Mahiru’s cameo sorry -

.... I wonder if this would’ve been more effective if I was the target audience for this? Either way, ending on Junko was still an offsetting choice, right? Right??

..........

Wait for that matter, who was this aimed for? Who out of Maki, Himiko or Shuichi would have fallen for that? Even if you believe that Maki or Himiko have an interest in women, nothing about the types they showed or may have shown interest in the game (Maki @  Kaito, Himiko @ Angie, Tenko and hell, even Kokichi) would lend them to the girls Tsumugi just cosplayed as? And even Shuichi’s strongest interest were in Kaede and Kaito - so who is Tsumugi trying to appeal to here?!

Oh shit we’re going into a mass panic debate! Okay, okay okay - !

.... Oh. Oh boy, I have to shoot down every mention of despair. Uh, okay -

OMFG I missed the screenshot but Monokuma started shilling their merch and their website I cannot even deal with how they’ll occasionally devolve into corporate shilling it’s so good -

But!!! We’ve got better things to do than get caught up in Monokuma’s commercializing of the class trial!

MAKI

NO MAKI WHY

ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR LAST CHAPTER IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

omg

are you telling me

you’re not even doing this out of guilt

it

it’s spite

you’re doing this out of spite

you’re sacrificing yourself purely ou t of spite

MAKI HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE MAKI, AGAIN??? AGAIN?!?!?!”

“LET ME KILL SOMEONE SAIHARA IT’S MY DAMN TALENT FFS -”

DOES THIS SCREENSHOT SAY ‘SHUICHI LOOKS YUMMY <3′ YOU’RE RUINING THE MOMENT

okay I’m not going to feel right until I write down the new set of comments

Makiiii

my darling assassin T_T

Hope lives on!

Shuichi looks yummy <3

Well said!

Another hope loop?

Hope is contagious!

Two steps forward...

Don’t lose to despair!

Don’t tempt Maki’s fate...

That’s my Maki.

Hope must go on!

Maki, darling...

;_; I’m gonna cry...

Hope vs despair!

one vote for Keebo!

tfw you’re in despair

ALL OF THESE TEARS

Assassiiiiiiiin

I am living for these comments and I would have killed to see the comments for the Chapter 5 trial - hell, the Chapter 4 trial. that’s what let’s plays and YT comments are for I suppose -

tbh I think if that one that keeps lusting after Shuichi comes to help we’re going to need a restraining order

o

o-oh?!

AAAAAAH

NO DON’T

MAKE ME FIGHT HIM

MY ACTUAL SOUL BRO

is............... Is that -

Clair de Lune playing......?!

[simonxriley]

hi there, fluff alphabet for liz x ghost? :))

Hello :) My babies!! P.S I want to know who you are, I barely talk about this ship and people already like it? Let’s be friends anons!!!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

These two are homebodies, they just like spending some quality time at home. Sometimes they might have a competition and see who can get the best time in the pit. It usually ends with a quickie in a storage closet….One time Price walked in on them. Now if the kids are in the picture, they’ll figure out something to do, like go to a park, play in the backyard, see a movie, etc. 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

That they’ve been through the same thing and understand what it’s like. They both had abusive and neglectful fathers’ and to find someone who will not only understand what that feels like, but isn’t going to use it as a deal-breaker because they don’t want to deal with someone who was a victim of abuse and say they have too much baggage. It’s cliche but they find everything beautiful about each other…well almost everything. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If Ghost is having a rough day or is feeling down or even has a panic attack, she’ll cuddle him and thread her fingers through his hair. It helps calm him down and she’s been doing it before they even got together. Then she’ll wait until he wants to talk or sobs into her chest. 

Ghost is almost the same way, he’ll definitely cuddle her and let her rant or cry, depending on how bad everything is. He’ll also go out and buy her something sweet, like flowers and cupcakes because sometimes she would rather eat her weight in sugar. 

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

After they survived Shepherd’s onslaught, they lived one day at a time. Both fearing if they thought about the future or talked about it, it wouldn’t come true. But they are beyond happy on how it did turn out. Happily married with 4 kids.  

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They’re equal when it comes to who is more dominate. Sometimes they might let the other be a little bit more, depending on the situation. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yes they would, their arguments are never long or that serious tbh. Their fights are usually about one of them keeping their emotions in, instead of telling the other how they feel or if something is wrong. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

They are both very grateful for one another. Not only because they found someone who they share life experience with but for what they do for one another as well. They’ll always have each others back and both are willing to take care of the family. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Not really, sometimes they’ll not say how they’re really feeling because the kids might be in the room or they don’t want to worry they other. It never stays a secret for long, that’s for sure. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Ghost never saw himself as a husband or father until Liz came along.They never talked about marriage or children, just living one day at a time. Then one day Ghost just thought “someday I could see her as my wife”. It was out of the blue, but if it wasn’t for Liz he probably would have never thought about marriage. Even though their first daughter Faith was not planned, he couldn’t have been more excited or happy. Liz gave him hope and faith that he could have a happy life with someone he loves. 

If it wasn’t for Ghost, Liz would have never fell truly in love with England. She’s tried new foods, been to new places all because of him. She also wouldn’t have known what it felt like to be protected either. Ghost always protected her and made sure she was with him on all missions. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh boy Ghost does. The only people who are aloud to flirt with Liz is Roach and Soap and maybe Price but he’s on thin ice. If someone who isn’t them tries to flirt with her he’ll become grumpy and act like an asshole to them. Liz usually has to calm him down with a few kisses. 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Liz is and I expect Ghost is too! It was when Ghost confessed his love for her. She didn’t say anything back because she was shocked and contemplating his words, it made him feel awkward and think that she didn’t share them but then. She grabbed his shirt, gently tugged him down until their lips met. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

They confessed it after being betrayed by Shepherd. Ghost couldn’t hold it in any longer and while they were in one of Nikolai’s safe-house while Price and Soap went after Shepherd he just told her how he truly felt about her. I don’t want to go into full details because you’ll see it unfold in my fic. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes they do and Ghost proposes at Hyde Park in London in front of the lake. And in front of a bunch of people. Their marriage isn’t much different from when they were boyfriend/girlfriend. They still work together, live together, the only difference is they call each other husband and wife and eventually mom and dad. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Liz calls Ghost - babe, Simon, and sometimes honey. 

Ghost calls Liz - Love, honey/hon and Liz. 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

I actually haven’t figured this out too much for either character’s. All I know is that Ghost gets very protective of Liz and she just likes spending time with him. It’s kind of hard to pinpoint what they would do when they’re in the middle of a war. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes they are and don’t try to hide it either, besides everyone knows they’re together. Price just tells them to have sex in their own room and not in a storage closet. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. 

I don’t know about this one I can’t really think of anything. RIP me. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Neither are really romantic but they try and that’s what counts. Ghost will buy flowers occasionally or small gifts to show his appreciation and love. While Liz is the more creative one, she’ll get him a new balaclava or clean his weapons for him. Sometimes Ghost will even surprise her with a nice dinner. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh absolutely and I think they’re succeeding thus far. And of course they believe in each other. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

They do follow a routine because military life, but sometimes they might spice things up. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They are both empathetic and they know each other pretty well. They’re still learning about each other everyday. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? 

To Ghost, his relationship with Liz means the world to him, everything else comes second, including work. The only thing that comes close is their kids. And the same for Liz as well. In a span of a year, they’ve been through so much, getting closer day by day. The relationship means the world to them! 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Ghost bought a baby version of his sunglasses while Liz was pregnant, even before they knew they were having a boy or girl. He didn’t care and when Faith was old enough to wear them, Ghost made sure she had them on every time they left the house. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

They both are affectionate, Ghost more so in private unless he’s really comfortable around everyone. They do love to kiss and cuddle though, especially Ghost. Cuddle time is the best time to him. While Liz enjoys kissing a bit more. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Ghost will do the pit over and over again, trying to get a better record time. Being in the pit gives him a way to focus on something else instead of missing Liz like crazy. If kids are in the picture than he’s on dad mode. 

Liz will try and occupy herself, whether it’s cleaning her weapons or bugging someone else. And if the kids are involved than she’s on mom mode. They kids will definitely keep her occupied. And very rarely she’ll use the pit as a way to occupy herself. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, I think they would. I think they would go as far as to go to counselling if the relationship needed it. They’ve been through hell and back, quite literally, no one will ever come close to sharing the same amount of life experience as these two have.  

[icefir-windbreaker]

All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 8]

Sorry that I wasn’t able to get online, the internet in my room is acting up and refuse to let back on until it’s back, I don't know when the internet gonna be fix but I hope that it’s soon. Now, with he story and this chapter is based off what had happened back in August 31th, 2018 and I hope you guys like it.

                                                       -Chapter 8-

‘’Hello….?’’ Mugman said as he looked around the area, the area he’s in wasn’t familiar but he found himself there when he woke up. He was walking through a field with green grass with the tallest ones scattered across the mellow around him and all he could see up ahead with bright white fog and it appeared to be day time at the moment.

Then he noticed

A young lady is at the tree, she was standing at first then she fell to her knees and the next thing she knew: she was crying her eyes out with nothing but tears as she used her bare hands to tear the grass from the ground like fragile threads ripping apart.

‘’Why…?’’ she softly perked up… ‘’Why can’t I be like them…?’’

He looked further to what he is seeing; a young lady in her late teens, wearing a purple cap, army green t-shirt and blackish tie-up pants with white socks and black shoes. He noticed that she is even wearing a key necklace but what stun him as strange that… the key necklace she’s wearing is heart-shaped one with changed colors.

Crying Alone… (Made on 8/31/18)

Mugman continued to look at her, she crying, picking the grass out and muttering things to herself, like ‘’We need to go, go? Go where? Anywhere! He hates me now! I was just trying to stop them but he thought I LIED!! He thought I was encouraging them to hurt her! I was just trying to help b-but I don’t want to get hurt! I wished I was normal…. I wish I was normal… I just want to be loved…’’ and much like that. She then sat against the brunk of the tree and continued crying as she said ‘’I can tell they both hate me now…. It’s my fault! It’s my fault…’’ under her breath.

Mugman was beginning to feel sorry for her, what did she do? And what ‘he’ made her feel like that way? He walked closer to her to see more clearly on her appearance: she is human like Frisk but she is in her late teens and early 20’s and had white skin with freckles all over her.

He walked over to her as he decided that he talk to her to see what is up, he calmly yet gently asked ‘’What happened?’’, getting the young woman’s attention as she looked at him and looked shocked  to see him but still crying, she turned away from him as she lamented ‘’I-it’s nothing… just go away and leave me alone…’’

‘’No, it’s something to me.’’ Mugman insisted, walking over before sitting down beside her as he looked politely at her like he was her only friend. ‘’Mind telling me what happened to you and w-why you’re crying? I-I would understand…’’

‘’W-well…’’ she sobbed, ‘’I… What happened was… I-I came home from school, it’s Friday and it was an outing so I had a good time there. I-I am a-also autisic… But t-that’s what I’m sad about… I came into the house and the two dogs came to me, signaling that they both wanted to go outside to t-take a poop as usual but I didn’t expect that it was sudden change today. I was about to call t-them in after they had done their business when they sniffed something that I later realized was one o-of my pet cats, Umi.

Both of t-them starting to attack a-and chasing her across the backyard, she had t-tried to climb on something but one of them got her by the tail and carried her by the torso but she did managed to escaped from them and… she was holding them as bay while she hissed at them, poofing her fur up while both dogs, a pit-lamb and husky barked back at her. I had no idea what I should do! I was s-scared and I wanted them both to stop b-by saying ‘’Duke! Rag! Please stop this right now! ‘’ is what I think I said before m-my stepfather, Mike came up from behind me.

I barely know that he is quick to anger, when I tried to explained what had happened, he snapped at me!  He e-even swore at me and them to stop attacking Umi. I tried to tell him b-but he said it was bullcrap! I was in disbelief, I was so betrayed that he would say that as he carried the cat in his arms when he last yelled at me ‘’BULL-MOTHER...FREAKING-CRAP!!!!!’’ before heading inside with her.

I was shocked, I was frozen in fear and feeling so m-much e-emotions crashing t-together-r that I can’t control, like you were in a t-twister a-amd you had fallen out o-of the other end of the tornado a-and… and… I-I broke….

I was suddenly crying before running towards one of the wired gates that kept the dogs in, I-I g-got it opened and I-I just RAN!!! I was running, running from the home I once called… and n-never l-looked back… NEVER EVER once l-looked back, w-well accept a I did l-looked back a few times…

A-and that l-lead me here… f-from I can tell that M-Mike had told t-this to m-my mom already… N-Now t-they going t-to hate me and I had to r-run away m-more!!’’’ she bellowed out before she continued crying more, Mugman was so shocked and scared by hearing this, he placed his hand on her shoulder, ‘’H-hey… it’s a-alright…’’ he consoled, she mumbled ‘’N-no, it’s not…! They were right! Words would hurt you b-but n-nothing can’t hurt you m-more than people y-you know would just suddenly abandoned you and left you w-with nothing... I-it’s just…’’ she looked up at the fogged up sky before sighing ‘’T-the best w-way to survive r-really i-is alone… S-so that I-I can’t g-get hurt no more…’’ then looking down at the ground.

Mugman rubbed her back as he understood what was going on here with her; she didn’t know how to stop the situation before someone she know cussed her out on it. Mugman looked down and said ‘’I had a family too, both my brother a-and Elder Kettle, t-they never once a-abandoned me f-for that… they were always there f-for me n-no matter what.’’ then she looked at him, with a glare and rebuked ‘’And why IS THAT?’’

‘’I-is because they loved me, if you mom would leave him, it w-will be good riddance!’’

‘’S-she can’t leave him, we need him there for money and keeping the roof o-over our heads…and…she loved him...’’ she squeaked, Mugman looked at her with a question he had in his head, ‘’D-does your mother t-think you were just… different that made you s-stepfather hate you?’’

‘’N-no… she loved me for who and what I am, I was her only daughter…and me and Mike had gotten a-along with but never spoke to e-each often...’’ she answered softly as she lowered her head, Mugman then smiled ‘’Then I think she will be looking for you after g-getting her worried r-right now… F-from what I can detail from is that M-Mike was s-scared that you and your family would lose Umi. Does that make sense?’’

‘’Y-yeah I… I guess so.’’ she sighed as she rubbed her eyes with her arm before sobbing once again ‘’B-but why are y-you doing this? Why would you comfort me in a very bad time…? W-why would… Why would you have an a-autistic-freak for a friend???’’ before Mugman placed his hand on her shoulder again, with a decision appearing once again.

>[Comfort]                                                                                      [Do not]

                                                  >[Comfort]<

Mugman gave her a hug as he wrapped her arms around her, confused at first but then she accepted it as she cried softly.

‘’D-does m-mom still love me…?’’’ she mumbled through her tears, Mugman then soothed her ‘’I think it’s up to you… I-I am M-Mugman anyway, b-but my brother and friends just call me ‘’Mugs’’ from where I’m from.’’

‘’M-Mugman huh? T-that’s a cool name, m y    n     a      m        e         i          s       .      .         .            .           .        .  ‘’

*Then Mugman woke up in a cell with you. *You are glad that Mugs woke up but he is *confused to where they and… *Where’s Boris? *And Cuphead??

(Background is Jail Digital Art - Sunshine Shining In Prison Cell Window by Allan Swart)

‘’Frisk…?’’ Mugman gasped in a dazed as he looked around, then back to Frisk that looked at him with relief yet fear. ‘’W-what happened? Where’s Boris? What happened to Cuphead? Where are we?’’ Mugs babbled to them.

*You stuttered and blurted out as you had waste no time *to recount what had happened when both *him and Cuphead were knocked out like a light. *Both you and Boris were injured in the aftermath of *The explosion, then you noticed the woman with glasses *had appear with a double-barreled pistol but had *saved Cuphead and then disappeared before the

*Helghast Soldiers had appeared and captured them. *Then you had been forced to watched helplessly *as they take Boris had been taken to a new location *unknown to you and worried what they will do to him.

*You were scared right now, yet, *You are glad that Mugman is alright. *But then concluded that they will meet Radec in a moment.

‘’W-what….?’’ Mugs stuttered as Frisk nodded their head in sorrow, Mugs was relieved to hear his brother had escaped thanks to a lady with glasses but is scared for Boris’ life, what they going to do with him?

Mugman pulled his legs to his chest as he hissed in pain as his body is aching from the hit from the explosion, then looking at Frisk with fear as he mumbled ‘’How are we going to get out of here…?’’

*You only shook your head but you are willing to *Get them out there, one way or another. *It makes you fill with hope… *Oh, and DETERMINATION.

Then they heard footsteps, three men coming from Mugman’s side of the cell, making both of look at the iron bars and a Helghast soldier appeared from the side and looked at them then with another soldier along with…. You knew it, Mael Radec.

He looked at the two injured kids as he had the ominous orange rens removed, revealing his true eyes, his hazel eyes looked like he haven’t slept as if he is ill awhile Frisk looked at him in awe as they are trapped by a thought; Was this what war can do to you?

Radec looked over the two before he commanding ‘’Release them.’’

*I guess it’s time already.

Two soldiers didn’t hesitate to unlocking the cell door and getting them in their arms as they struggled a bit before letting them carry them somewhere as they looked around the area they are in. They had took notice that the Helghast soldiers are guarding the gates as some of them are walking in a building, they must have set up camp in a shipping train yard next to a police station.

They looked at a group of soldiers as they examined strange (Wonder) weapons they had found with a strange box, they had no idea who or what had created it but it had provided them weapons both familiar and unfamiliar to them as some of them are practicing fighting on dummies till they reached to a building winch where other soldiers are also guarding it.

The soldiers noticed Radec then stepped out of the way for them enter the building as Frisk and Mugman looked inside of the warehouse, they had looked on the soldiers working on a strange jetpack and few of them tried it and it was a successful test as some of them applaud to this.

*You noticed the jetbacks and they are wearing them like backpacks, *Then looked at the blueprints on those… *From judging the Helghan language you can hardy able to tell *what those are, you are able make out that they are *StA-X6 Jetpacks.

‘’We are almost there.’’ The Colonel maintained while he turned his head back to look at them who they immediately looked right back at him, afraid what he will do if he caught them looking at his men while they were working on the jetbacks.

Radec then turned away from them as they headed for office the warehouse and opened the door then steps aside for his two soldiers to enter and placed the human and Mugs on two chairs then walking out of the office as Radec nodded, bidding them to stand guard outside.

He then walked over to his desk as Frisk and Mugman watched, he pulled out his chair then sits down as he looked at them.

The Human and Mugman looked back at him as he cleared his throat and said ‘’How did you managed to evade us?’’

They were taken aback by this question, making Mugman asked ‘’W-what is that?’’

‘’I know you were in the bushes when one of my men were talking yet you were silent, knew that we will find you yet. This is something that soldiers would do.’’ he explained. Frisk raised their hand and then got up.

*You had said that they were just scared. *And reason behind that wasn’t him but the living dead.

‘’I see.’’ Radec said as he placed his hand on the desk, ‘’Even with human children, they had feared everything. But there’s one thing that I had to question; how did you managed to survive the attack?’’ he insisted, looking at Frisk.

Frisk looked down at the floor then remembered what had happened…

-Flashback-

(Background is from PlayStation Wiki - Fandom)

                                                  GAME OVER

Aw bloody hell, this now? Frisk! You can do better than that! I’m telling you this! You can’t give up just yet! Just stay DETERMINED!

Now get your determined butt back out there!

Frisk looked around for the British voice and where it had came from, then he noticed the one thing that is familiar yet something that unfamiliar at the same time: The SAVE point.

It looked like it had improved for quite some time, it had a white 5-point star in the center of it and it’s usual color had cyan and light blue coloring this time. Then they looked at themself; their body is transparent but the only colors they had are purple stripes and a red heart locket that had glowed like they were neon lights. They then noticed the red X’s on their chest, arm and cheek, they realized those were meant to be injures that had been inflicted on.

Then they realized two choices are placed on each side of the screen;

                                 >Yes                                Give Up

The words ‘’Yes’’ and ‘’Give Up’’ are distant from each other, they knew they are dead after being killed, they looked around the world around them, nothing but blue mystery all around them and waves flowing through the area like an calm blue sea.

They need to choose.

                                 Yes                                >Give Up                                >Yes                                  Give Up                                  Yes                                >Give Up

It seems like forever til the arrow suddenly begins to go upward towards the word:

                                                >Continue?

                                    Yes                                Give Up

Frisk looked at the the third option and wondered why would it deguise as an only a word, was it a glitch or something else…?

Frisk took time to look at it for a moment before pressing the button ‘’CONTINUE’’ that cause everything around them to go white as the waves are flying upwards in the wind.

It’s going t-to be okay…

A female voice called out softly in a whisper…

Frisk then found them self raising from the dirt and back into the world of the living, they then looked around their body then see all wounds are gone, well all but one on their arm, making them hold it in pain as they looked around then saw Mugman and Boris being taken by the same soldiers that had been chasing them, they were going to run after them but they were caught in the arms of the Helghast soldier behind them, they struggled to break free but it was no use, that soldier is bigger, stronger and much older than them.

‘’Get them back to base! Send the wolf to another location!’’ the Colonel's voice barked through the radio, Frisk couldn’t been more afraid then they saw Nikolai and Heavy running towards them as the jetbacks they had are beginning to take off.

‘’You let them go!!’’ Heavy bellowed out as the soldier levitate a little with their feet tangling in the air before taking off into the sky, the two Russians were too late to rescue as Nikolai yelled in frustration as Frisk watched as they them getting smaller and smaller as they go up further into the clouds til they can’t see them any longer.

-End of flashback…-

Frisk had continued to look down at the ground til Radec’s voice called out ‘’Are you listening to me child?’’ making them face Radec once more, Radec looked down on the child as he spoke once again ‘’You haven’t answered the question yet.’’

[It was a RESET that saved me.]                                      >[I just don’t know…]

                                               >[I just don’t know…]<

Radec looked at the Human for a minute, as if he knew they were lying before saying ‘’If that were the truth, I expect more than just a lie from you.’’

‘’W-wait! You got it wrong!’’ Mugman interjected as he raised his hand up, ‘’I-I think they were just lucky to survive that.’’ he spoke up some more.

Radec looked at the two children for another minute before saying ‘’I know you two are children but as for the human, I will find out how they survive with or without help. In fact, it’s not now the time to do that, time to head back to your cell.’’

Before Mugman and Frisk knew it, his two guards came in and grabbed them as they were pulled from their seats then they are heading back to the police station.

*Why is he doing this? *Why are they doing this?

Frisk felt like it’s Monsters-on-war-with-Humans again as they reached their cell, then been pushed into it as they closed and locked the door, leaving them trapped once more as they walked away.

And the two watched them walked and left, Mugman then turned towards Frisk and said ‘’You are that lucky to survive that, Frisk?’’

Frisk nodded, but they know that Mugman deserves an explanation of this Reset they did as they paced back and forth, trying to think of a way to get out of that cell and fast. Mugman watched them do that as he crossed his arms.

‘’How are we going to get out of here, Frisk?’’ He asked before holding the iron bars then he noticed someone beside them are also holding the bars of their cell. Mugman, letting his curiosity get the better of him, he called out on the person ‘’H-Hello?’’

Then soon, a man’s voice answered with a rough toned his voice ‘’Hello.’’

‘’I-I thought that we were the only ones trapped in the cell block.’’ Mugman said as he raised an eyebrow as Frisk come close to the bars, now putting and holding them with their hands.

‘’Well you thought wrong, do ya kid?’’ the man answered as they saw his hands had let go the bars as disappearing from them. Frisk wanted to peek over to see who or what the heck this man was as they questioned: Is he going to help them?

              [.......]                                                                 >[Who are you?]

                                            >[Who are you?]<

‘’Well, I thought I would be known in this version of the Outworld anyway.’’ man said before he let his voice reveal his name.

‘’The name’s Erron Black.’’

‘’Erron Black?’’ Mugman said as he scratched his head, Frisk shrugged their shoulders in confusion, ‘’Did his men got you too?’’ Mugman asked.

‘’You mean Colonel Radec? Yeah but different, I had tried to kill Visari for money but I was caught in the act when he showed up. I had tried to fight back but he had the upper hand. Never thought that you kids had ended up being stuck as well.’’ Erron answered.

‘’Do you think that you can get us out of here?’’ Mugs once again asked, Erron only shrugged and said ‘’With me on this cell, I can’t, not without a key unless…’’

‘’Unless what?’’

‘’Unless you had a power of your own, from where I am from, people had use it in combat, all of them ending with the person…. Well, ending their opponent after a few kicks and punches.’’

Frisk had already knew what this Erron Black guy is talking about and they tell that the word ‘’Ending’’ in his voice had meant, Mugman titled his head as he said ‘’Ending their opponents? Well… that’s insane.’’

‘’Hey, it’s what we do, only business and that’s all.’’ Erron muttered before saying ‘’Boy, you do had any power left in you right?’’

‘’I do, why would you ask that?’’ he asked as he scratched his head once again, Erron then insisted ‘’It could be able to get you both out, now, find a crack on the wall and place your hand on it.’’

Mugman looked at Frisk as they looked back at him before looking for the crack on the wall then Frisk spotted it on the wall, they silently called out for Mugs.

He turned his head to look at them as he whispered ‘’What did you find?’’

Frisk then pointed at the crack, Mugman walked over to it then placed his hand on it, he felt a breeze of wind escaping from it then Erron called out ‘’Did you two find it?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Mugman said ‘’I even feel a breeze coming from it.’’

‘’Good.’’ Black said with amazement toned his voice but still serious is there, ‘’Now break it open.’’

‘’Are you sure this is how we will escape? What about you?’’ Mugman questioned, from what Black can tell that worry is in his voice, he know it from that. ‘’I will be fine, I would find a way to spring out of this. Now break it and get out of here.’’ Erron reassured.

Mugman thought about it for a moment before turning to Frisk who is worried for this man’s safety as well and saying ‘’Frisk, stand back.’’

*You took a few steps backwards as you watched Mugman begins to charged up with his hands balled up into fists. *Then one quick motion, he reared back before letting out a ball of energy at the wall, bursting it opened and leaving a hole. *You were amazed that Mugman can do that.

‘’H-huh!’’ Mugman gushed, looking at his hands then at the hole, ‘’I still got it!’’ he exclaimed as Frisk smiled before hearing Erron’s voice from the cell beside them going ‘’I heard a bang, did you-’’

‘’I busted a hole in a wall!’’ Mugman explained, Erron was surprised ‘’Good one kid, now get out of here and get far from here as possible before they get here.’’

Mugman nodded as he went into the newly opened passage way, Frisk then looked at the iron bars one more time.

*You then said to Erron, *’’Thanks for helping us.’’

‘’Anytime kid.’’ he replied as he heard Frisk entering the hole as well as four guards came in from both directions to see what was that noise then saw the hole had been left open for them to see.

They panicked ‘’Oh no!’’

‘’Get Colonel Radec! This is now red alert!’’

One of the guards that is right next to Erron’s cell shouted at the three other guards before they ran out of the cell block, before the guard could go with them, he was caught in a choke hold by the hitman who helped them escaped, Erron then murmured ‘’Alone at last.’’ before knocking him out cold with a baton that he had stolen while he’s holding him and then snatched the keys as he fell, he then used them to unlock his cell and getting out of it to go look for his guns.

He needs them to fight in order to escape!

[fantroll-purgatory]

@plumb1tes

(The image was made by me)

It’s a real good image. I want to let you know from the beginning of this review that CD and I have both been raving about what a good troll Charyl is from the second she set (prosthetic) foot in our inbox. She’s so so creepy and we both love her so much.

FIRST: Alternia, and she’s closer to being in the Hiveswap setting then the Hivebent one.

I think given our current info re: Hiveswap all that tells us is that she is living before Feferi was hatched.

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Charyl (derived from one of the Deathstalker scorpion’s venom known to cause paralysis) Thytue (from a genus of scorpion called ‘Tityus’)

Age: 7.85 sweeps

Strife Specibus: Needlekind (the sewing kind)

I like it, especially since you can also swap it with the hypodermic kind. If I may suggest another option, maybe stringkind? She could use anything from silly string (comedic), to thread (thematic), to fishing line (deadly).

Fetch Modus: I can never think of a good one, lol.

I have two for you! The first is a simple SINGING MODUS based off Singer sewing machines.

The second is a CLAW CRANE MODUS like the ones you see in arcades and are invariably rigged to some extent. I like this for a few reasons:

1) it harkens back to her toy theme which is present throughout her bio, and

2) you could have the “claw” of this modus be her limp doll hand, which would just look so creepy.

Blood color: Cerulean,

Symbol and meaning: Scorrius, sign of the cunning (Hope + Derse)

We’ll get to that later in your bio!

Trolltag: tetraplegicTrinket (it’s referring to her dolls, which are trolls that are essentially permanently paralyzed, and she dolls them up)

It’s a good name! If you want to alter it slightly you can go for quadriplegicTinkerer so her abbreviation can be QT.

Quirk: Sh3 tr13s to 1ncoporat3 h3r s1gn 1n h3r sp33ch! (i want to find something that suits her better, if you have any suggestions!)

|-|-|-|- H(::)w about that she begins and ends her sentences with f(::)ur stitches and replaces “o” with (::)? -|-|-|-|

|-|-|-|- B(::)th as a d(::)llmaker and as s(::)me(::)ne with bifurcated visi(::)n eightf(::)ld? -|-|-|-|

|-|-|-|- Als(::) it mimics the cutesy way s(::)me l(::)lita girls talk by making their (::)’s r(::)under -|-|-|-|

Special Abilities (if any): Vision eightfold, with it being split to both her eyeballs, to appear like buttons, going along with her doll-like theme. It doesn’t really do much for her.

I mean tbh that holds up. We don’t know how much of Vriska’s own abilities were from her vision eightfold, her psychic mutation, or her eventual role as a Thief of Light. The girl had a lot of stuff going on.

Lusus: ScorpionMom, a giant scorpion that paralyzes Charyl’s dolls for her with her giant stinger. She also eats the trolls that die after being turned into dolls. Charyl also laces her needles with her lusus’s poison, to kidnap trolls she finds fit for being turned into dolls. Their relationship is pretty good, all things considered, though ScorpionMom keeps to herself, most of the time. This adds on to Charyl’s feeling of isolation.

I think this is oddly permissive for a ceruleanblood lusus; while Vriska’s Spidermom was obviously an extreme case, it seems that bigger lusii generally need to get fed, and will not necessarily take kindly to their ward dangling almost-available food in front of them while they finish playing with it. I think it makes more sense that Charyl uses her lusus’s poison to paralyze (and eventually kill) her victims where Scorpionmom’s full sting would out-and-out kill a troll. It can still play into her isolation because she’ll need to work to keep away from her mom while her doll is still alive, and it still gives her an easy method of getting rid of the bodies.

Apperance: She is a tall troll, around 5’9, and rather thin. Charyl has vision eightfold, though split, and makes her eyes look like buttons. She styles her hair into two long twintails, and a bow wrapped around her horn that has her symbol on it. Charyl dresses in gothic trollita garb, which is mostly made by herself, consisting of a black, frilly dress with a cerulean bow, and mary janes, and knee-high socks.

GOTHIC TROLLITA. HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT.

Charyl is a quadruple amputee, from an accident where one of her dolls, a fellow cerulean blood, was under-dosed, and managed to mind control Charyl into breaking and contorting her own limbs, as a way of revenge. The cerulean blood escaped, and Charyl managed to recover from the life-threatening experience. She managed to take some rather large doll parts, and fashion them into workable replacement limbs with the help of an acquaintance experienced in robotics.

Hm. So I like the premise of this a lot. With that said, do we have evidence that psychic cerlueanbloods can influence their peers? After all, part of what makes them so dangerous is that they have psychic abilities on par with a lowblood sans their requisite vulnerabilities. If I may suggest a different scenario with a similar outcome, perhaps an indigoblood with a particularly STRONG immune system failed to succumb to the poison in the expected timeframe and overcame her with their remaining strength. This could spur her distaste for kidnapping highbloods and still leave her disabled.

Personality: She’s pretty bubbly and energetic, and quite motherly. Sometimes she wishes she were a jadeblood so she could take care of a wriggler. She also treats her dolls (both living and nonliving), like her children, loving to dress them up and take care of their needs. However she is also very controlling, and is quite uncomfortable whenever she isn’t able to offer her opinion, or do things how she wants.

She’s pretty spoiled from her highblood upbringing, but is equally friendly to both highbloods and lowbloods, due to her not caring about the hemospectrum that much (though she turns more lowbloods into her dolls than highbloods, due to them being easier to abduct). Charyl is a lonely troll, and uses her dolls as a way to not feel as alone as she does, due to her lack of friends outside of the ones she meets online.

Yeah kidnapping lowbloods sure is easier when everything about the hemospectrum makes them easier to kill huh?

Due to the experience with the cerulean blood (which is one of the reasons why she prefers lowbloods for her dolls), she hardly leaves her hive, aside from going outside to find new victims. She is also socially awkward, and prefers the company of her dolls, mostly due to not fearing the social apprehension she feels when interacting with highbloods.

Interests: Charyl absolutely loves fashion, especially gothic trollita clothes. She likes sewing, and making her own dresses and accessories, for herself, and also her dolls.

If it wasn’t obvious, she also is obsessed with dolls, though her favorite type are the trolls she kidnaps, and permanently paralyze with her lusus’s poison. Most are unable to speak, and eventually die to the poison. Charyl dotes on them, dressing them up and taking care of their needs. She has a rather large collection of both living and nonliving dolls.

Charyl also likes playing doctor, though treats “patients” through the process of bloodletting, with the same needles she uses for her sewing.

Title: (got any suggestions?)

I do, because I don’t think she’s actually a Hope player. I mean if we wanted to stay on that track she’d be more likely to be a Rage player because her whole schtick is narrowing her own and others’ options, and I could make arguments for her being a Life or a Doom player, buuuuut.

You’ve made her bio one that’s very Of Things. She likes having material things, whether they’re bodies or dolls or clothes. And her hobby of kidnapping real, actual trolls to turn them into dolls is technically a form of recycling and of creativity.

Basically, she’s a fucked-up kind of Space player. More specifically, she’s a Thief of Space, which is GREAT because she’s like if Kanaya and Vriska had a creepy and fashionable lovechild, ESPECIALLY given that you said she sometimes wishes she was a jadeblood!

Her inverse would be a Page of Time, which I think kind of works given that she’s effectively fucking with others’ time both by freezing their progress and by dramatically shortening their lives!

Land: Doesn’t have one yet! Still on the fence on if she’ll actually play sburb or not

That’s fine! For the sake of argument let’s say her land is Land of Chloroform and Frogs (LOCAF). All these frogs just floating in chloroform. Maybe some of them are splayed out like an anatomical diagram. Maybe some of them have been taxidermied. Many of them will be dissected like a high school bio unit. It’ll certainly make it easy to see which frog have the anatomical traits you want in the future Bilious Slick. The Land probably isn’t even safe to traverse without a gas mask given how damn fast the stuff works. It’s macabre and fits really well with how Space players’ frogs tend to be frozen in time in some manner.

Dream Planet: Derse

I definitely agree that she’s a Dersite given how much she seems to be in her head. With that, she’s a Scorga, sign of the Deviser, which sufficiently vague that I guess it works?

…Oh MAN I just looked that one up and the fuckin’ arrow tail looks like a scorpion poised to strike! It’s perfect for her!

Thanks again!

Thank YOU for this creepy creepy lady! My redesign will be very very minimal but HOO BOY did I have fun making her sprite!

This is gonna come with my requisite list of credits especially because I do not have a tablet and had no goddamn idea where to start with spriting her dress. That base is from deviantart user Thefantrolls and was then heavily edited to match your picture. The horns are straight-up Vriska’s, the bow is from naphal, and the hair was made by compositing like 4 different fan-troll templates.

For the redesign, I used a prosthetic base by hmnj to make it a little more obvious that her legs are prosthetic while maintaining the doll aesthetic. For the hair I wanted to do the scorpion callback but didn’t want to do anything as obvious as the stinger braid (especially since it might lose the lolita aesthetic), so I took a note from Gothorita’s design and tried to give her scorpion claw buns?

Anyway thank you again for this scary scary woman I can’t wait to see her in action.

-TR

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DA verse

a summary post of all my active muses verse(s) in dragon age because i’m f EELING IT BOYS. except terry for rn bc it’ll be Hard. one day. gonna try and go in a from least knowledge bout their verse to extensive knowledge of ‘em so. ayy

this is a pretty long post i apologize to those on mobile!!

Nova; mage(???), human ( ? ), possibly a distant noble

probably a mage? because blue space magic is her jam. though she’s actually more of a combat & tech. she was like well rounded in that regard so i’m considering iunno??? battlemage maybe w/ lockpicking who knows. she’s a sneaky mage that can stab u real good.

would probably also assume she’s pretty good as inquisitor because she would treat it as her role and thing she still has to bare and takes it seriously. like nova is no nonsense as inquisitor but absolute nonsense when she’s not playing that role lmao. 

Morgan; mage?? human af ye. defo a noble blood t BH. 

i unno man. iunno. is he a mage? yeah probably. would he be a legit battlemage + arcane warrior? probably. Would i say he uses a real sword? pro b ab ly. like listen he’s a beefy mage who wears normal armor and probably looks like a fckn non mage but bOOM SUDDENLY LIGHTNING FROM HIS HAND W H AT 

iunno he’s a mage and he’s aggressive as FUCKKKK. aggro as fuck. probably sides withhh iunno both he’d want both and think it’s wasted potential to only have one lmao. iunno he’s hard to figure out man. he’d ultimately probably be like templars because actual ppl who know how to fight. but also wouldn’t wanna condemn the mageS??? so who knows who knows. 

anyways he probably likes blackwall and the iron bull and viv and cass?? and just ye. chills w/ them a lot probably. probably would flirt w/ cass tho god. butw/e no he’s uhhhh real aggressive as a fckn inquisitor like every body getting beheaded. except a few probably.. he would probably make uh... whats his name... tranquil tbh. worse fate than death that yes he would wish on his enemies bc otherwise they get what they want & too risky otherwise. 

Igne; old af elf, probably an assassin combo w/ magic??

like listen if you tell me that they can’t be both ima fckn punt u bc really that’s dumb. defeats the point of multiclassing in the fantasy genre of g am es. anyways really tho they’re old. old as balls. probably? iunno. probably served like... andruil for a while or somethin! got a lil lil corrupted but didn’t want it and wanted freedom so they were like FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUTTIE 

how’d they live? no idea. not a single clue bc i just don’t know jackshit bout ancient elf shit anymore (when did i ever) but honestly. it’s probably a thing right? old af elves everywhere. but no no they’d probably even annoy sera bc like they’re literally?? nonsense. violent af nonsense. hanging off a roof with a fckn potato in their mouth & lookin ready to murder. 

it’s a look™  but nah thinkin that u hhh corruption shit is probably what gave them a red eye ayyy

inquisitor igne is like dagger eyes at solas but doesn’t snitch on him ever not even once. she’s got his back man. she’d be like cool i’ll plaY BOTH SIDES SUre. sure. no mercy run on ppl tho god 

EVELYN / ISENE; old af elf. got that fckn combo again

it’s a theme really, combo classes. all my muses? multiclassed fuckers.  for a detailed everything, please refer to her old blog bc this is gonna be a stupid summary of it so ayyy.

old as dicks dude. lost her arm in the rebellion, against the rebellion. served elgar’nan because he fits her the most tbh. still sort of serves him i guess. like if he showed up she wouldn’t hesitate to follow his orders is what i mean here. otherwise she keeps up the facade of being a former dalish elf mercenary. and definitely doesn’t shy away from admitting she’s got magic. never calls herself a mage because  like lmao 

she has a fckn big ol sword she carries around one handed? and if ur like UR JUST A MAGE she’s gonna use said big ol sword to chop ur head off. not a fan of modern mages tho lmao. at all. like not a lot of sympathy for them. but she would also just kick a circles door in and be like cool leave gtfo you weaklin lil fucks jfc go learn somethin. 

would fight solas in a denny’s parking lot at 2am if she knew jack shit. but she really doesn’t so she’s like ur weird and i dont trust you  butyeah lm ao

Eludysia; ngl i unno if she’s old old but she’s Old. Old seer lady. 

honestly i think she’s not gonna have much of a da verse in general but it exists enough that i feel like i should cover it here. but essentially she’s an old elf seer in rivain. leader of a port side town. No chantry or qunari around its a lot of elves tho. refugees and what not from kirkwall and stuff. 

i unno if she’s an ancient elf but i know she’s old. like real old. so who knows

if she is ancient she probably woulda been like a priestess to ?? falon’din or dirthamen??? because seer shit but like even in a current state she’s fairly devoted to on e o f them or both? probably both lmao. so it’s w/e. 

she’s the former keeper of the clan revas got sent to, which is where revas’ mom is also from and how she gets to that clan. but she was keeper of the clan for like.. a long time like a long time. like that bald fuck from da:o  but without plaguing people with a curse. iunno how she did it but magic and better than that shit. 

more important if revas is inquisitor because lmao she’d probably be like.. welp im gonna come guide you?? probably.   shit she’s probably like emerald knights old tho shit but no fuckin!!! probably comes to be an advisor. 

i think if u go revas as commander/advisor or inquisitor in a thread eludysia’s probs gonna show up and be like sup  but otherwise she’s mainly just a contact in rivain for info and resources!! no special quest or anything u can just contact her for stuff. 

Warren; half-elf, half-qunari. big man w/ a bow.

&& a thick af accent let’s be real here. 

i haven’t made a post about his shit yet so! this one might be a lil longer!! 

grew up in/around starkhaven. in an alienage somewhere really! but he’s got that starkhaven accent. probably just fumbled his way there because honestly he got fucking ditched by his people and has no idea who his parents are lmao. just knows his mom died during child birth and he was fuckin cursed essentially via his?? clan or something. that qunari bit of him is real obvious as his horns grew out and probably had a harsh life in an alienage. 

because he’s not an elf. but he’s not human. and he’s not a qunari. so he’s just. him. 

eventually falls in with some ppl who teach him to steal. so he does a lot and then gets busted and they fckn break his horns off and chop his ears!!! and throw him the fuck out. as you do. but they taught him to use a bow so he’s good with that. and knives. good at close quarters and a long range.

gets better with a bow. real top knotch stuff. ends up in a mercenary crew (same one as qunari inquisitor? probably.) enjoys his merc lifestyle ya know has a good time killin shit 

anyways. companion warren is p much like ‘Strength & force.’ because he has no tact and doesn’t care about politics. like one day i’ll have his approval / disapproval shit. but today is not that day.

but the same applies to his inquisitor shit. he’s fucking brutal as an inquisitor. cares about the little people but FUCK the rich. takes the well for himself ( tho if i would also say revas is there bc i can and she’d take it) but generally just!! give him power and let him kill shit!! that’s all he cares about. tho he wouldn’t kill samson or calpernia bc he doesn’t see them as enemies or villains truly? just pawns in a big scheme and he’d probably stare corypheus in the face and be like get fucked you saggy fuck 

he’s great, great guy. 

Revas: Keeper. Dreamer. Dalish elf. 

literally like most people know Revas’ Dragon Age basics!! but if you don’t i’ll just direct you to her old blog, so you know what’s up.  i’ll put it into a summary the best i can tho! 

Backstory: short and simple? #fucked.  expanded? she was born to the lavellan clan to one of the head hunters & warriors. ended up having magic so she was sort of training to become second, or first, till her moms old clan was like hey we need a new first so uhhhh help us out. and they traded some goods and revas went on her way. ended up being a fucked up situation where the previous first was murdered by two clanmates who eventually tried ( and did) murder revas but she came back bc lmao spirit help & ended up killing them and leaving for her actions.

Dragon Age: Awakening:  full page about it Takes place shortly after this event happened. she lived on her own for awhile, protecting people as much as she could from darkspawn during the blight. ends up going to the wardens because someone doesn’t appreciate her help since she’s a Mage.     The choices made by the warden in regards to her effect how she becomes a warden and the rest of the timeline. Sort of a branch off feel. highly recommend taking a look at the page and also this post. 

DA 2:  If not in the Awakening verse, Revas travels around to the clans. becoming a traveling keeper & helping the clans the best she can. As well as finding ruins and exploring man memories from lost objects. Eventually finds her way to Kirkwall to actually speak with Merrill. But some other shenanigans play out and some stuff goes down. Ends up helping in the fight at the end and leaving with Zevran ( @allurfavesrqueer‘s zevran only lmao. )

DA:I     Companion: Shows up in fereldan with some tree peeps. gets some elvhen shit. offers her services to the inquisition bc that’s what her spirit told her to do. and ya know real fucky. shares some approvals as solas but usually has some pretty contrasting opinions on things! Will defo take on the role of like older sibling or sibling figure with the inquisitor if they’re close enough. Be kind to elves & mages and you’re good.  ( also she’s an option to take the well if the inquisitor doesn’t want it) 

   Advisor: Takes up an offer by the inquistor to become an advisor which is more or less her using her network with the elves around the countries to do certain objectives and what not. acts a bit like an ambassador for the elves & mages in the meetings to give them a voice and remind the human board of trusteeeess that they’re fucking not the only ones around :)) 

  Commander: Mainly with @desiderrium‘s Cullen. Basically Revas takes over for Cullen? at his request kinda because she’s like what the fuck you’re whAT. and gets pissed at everyone else for keeping him on when he’s Not Okay even if she’d rather kick his teeth in 99% of the time. why revas take over? because she’s actually p fuckin qualified, gestures vaguely towards being a first and the advisor au. like she knows how to lead ppl so ayy. 

  Inquisitor: Same ish backstory happens except her parents died to the blight and she left the clan for the other and ye same shit happens. but the clans ask her to go check shit out for them and shes like of course and gets caught up in the mess so. 

ALRIGHTY !! 

so that got long but yea!! hopefully this is a more condensed version of stuff and good for reference later. 

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okay my grossest story under the cut, as promised. you’ve been warned.

so this was at my old job, like i said. it involves one of the residents, who was occasionally incontinent (both types -- but it normally wasn’t an issue as she wore adult diapers) to begin with, getting a stomach bug and having diarrhea. she was also blind, so while she was mobile, she wasn’t able to see to clean things up. and her developmental disability was such that she didn’t have a very clear understanding of a lot of things. so you can already guess how fun this day was.

it started off with me doing all her laundry and cleaning the carpet of her bedroom. which wasn’t that bad. but then my coworker, who didn’t clean a single thing in that entire time, decided that this woman really needed to take a bath.           now, quick context. this woman, as i said, was incontinent sometimes to begin with. there had been an incident a couple of weeks ago where as she was taking a bath -- which she can do unassisted except for washing her hair (which she could probably do except she won’t, but she lets us) -- she had a bowel accident during her bath. and proceeded to continue with the bath as though nothing had happened. that wasn’t during one of my shifts so i don’t know why, but yeah, so that happened.          i told my coworker that it was a bad idea -- i thought we were going to have an even more horrid repeat of that incident. she said that no, the woman needed a bath, and i said, more emphatically, “if she tries to take a bath, she’s probably going to have an accident.” the woman tended to take long baths and on this day was having diarrhea bowel movements pretty often. my coworker insisted it would be fine and the woman really needed a bath. now the thing is, someone like my coworker or i could easily get out of the bath and to the toilet if that were us. but it was hard for the woman to get in and out of the tub and to find the toilet to begin with, and add to that the other factors......

sure enough, some time later i hear the woman calling for me from the bathroom. now, thank god she didn’t have an accident while she was in the tub, but she had one as soon as she got out. she felt super bad about it but obviously it wasn’t like she could help it. she said she needed help to get out of the bathroom because she didn’t want to step in it. so i helped her out and to her room and to get dressed, gave her some water, and she went back to sleep. the bathroom was shared with another woman, so i let that woman know that i needed to clean the bathroom and it might take a while so if she needed to use the bathroom she should use the other one. with that, i grabbed a roll of paper towel and cleaning supplies (incl rubber gloves obviously, and a trash bag) and went to see the extent of the damage and get cleaning. to be clear, my coworker did not help me at all. or even offer to help. or even bring me more paper towel when i asked mid-cleaning.

IT WAS HORRIBLE. the next paragraph will continue with the story, so stop reading this paragraph if you don’t want the details. for starters, it was more yellow than brown. actually it was roughly the color of puke. i have somewhat of a phobia of puke, so that was super fun. it was also liquid. i mean LIQUID. it clearly had fallen where she had been standing and splattered into an enormous puddle. virtually the entire surface of the floor was covered. it was on the cupboard under the sink. it was on the bathtub. it was on the wall. it was on the toilet paper. it was on the toilet seat. utterly nightmarish.

but the cleaning needed to be done. i put on some music from my phone -- normally my coworker plays her stuff on the radio and i don’t play my own stuff, but i was like, y’know what i’m cleaning this up by myself she can deal with my demi lovato playlist -- didn’t breathe through my nose, and tried not to think about it too much. i just held on to the fact that i was doing this to help the residents who depended on me and the other staff to take care of them, and hey at least it wasn’t vomit.

i’m a fast worker, especially at cleaning. it took me two hours.

bonus points that the other residents kept like asking me stuff and trying to talk to me while i was doing that cleaning??? which is fine normally -- they’re the first priority, so if i’m doing the dishes or something else that can wait, i didn’t mind pausing to talk to them; some of them have trouble understanding that if we’re in the middle of something and can’t talk at that time, we’re not ignoring them, so i tried to make the time when i could. but uh, this was a special set of circumstances. now you’d think my coworker could’ve handled those things, but no, she was busy playing candy crush or something on her phone.

the real kicker is that after i got done, my coworker left early for no reason (not for the first time) and had left everything from dinner on the table and counters, and told me like 5 other things that needed to be done by the end of my shift. i spent the time between then and my next shift trying to convince myself not to quit until i found a new job -- i’d already been looking for new jobs anyway. but guess what? my supervisor was there and chewed me out because my coworker told her that I made HER do all the work. because my coworker had to make dinner by herself. i hadn’t been going to tattle to our supervisor but since my coworker did that i flat out told my supervisor that she had made dinner alone because i was spending two hours cleaning up diarrhea in the bathroom by myself, and that every single bit of the diarrhea messes all shift i had cleaned up by myself with no help from my coworker.

my supervisor didn’t care and continued to scold me. i handed in my two weeks’ notice the next day. that was too much.

yes, i’m still hella pissed about that.

[whitelaceandxstrange]

A B O U T

hello all! and hail hydra! just kidding. a little about me. i go by the name  S I A on here. I am currently T W E N T Y - F I V E . i am originally from         E A S T  S U S S E X ,  U N I T E D  K I N G D O M  in a small grass covered town. i consider myself  P A N S E X U A L & go by  S H E  /  H E R  pronouns, though you can call me dirt-bag and I would honestly care less. i have been roleplaying for roughly at least  S I X T E E N  years of my life. so needless to say, i pride myself in my writing. i am by no means perfect nor will i ever claim to be anything near that. i write because i enjoy writing. it is a hobby and nothing more, nothing less. real life never equals roleplay and my character’s actions, history, etc; will  N E V E R  reflect anything in my personal life or my personal opinions. i have  N O   T R I G G E R S but will gladly tag anything you find offensive on my blog with ‘tw: -insert trigger here-’. overall, i am a really easy person to get along with. if you ever have a problem or need somebody to talk to i will literally be your personal shrink and best friend. also, i do not have a smart cellular so that means  N O  K I K  / /  N O  S K Y P E  / /  N O    S N A P C H A T or any other fancy apps where roleplaying can be done.

R U L E S

N O  G O D M O D I N G ; i find this to be a pretty basic rule on everybody’s list. basically this means do not control my character’s actions or what they say. i am perfectly capable of controlling my character, just as you should be able to yours.

N O  S T E A L I N G ;  seriously, that is a dick move. the majority of my icons i have found on icon galore or hollow art. any others i have made myself from gifs and edited with my name over. my theme backgrounds are made by me but i do not make the themes themselves. credit goes to the original makers. please, please, please never steal anything from my blogs or writing. it’s not very nice.

F O R M A T T I N G ;  typically i will format my own writing. i do understand that people are unable to trim their posts the majority of the time, whether it be tumblr’s fault with bugs or that they are mobile. this does not bother me. just know that i will trim our posts and format my own replies into smaller special text. if you have trouble reading one of my replies i will be more than happy not to do this, though, and type in normal text. just shoot me a message or ask.

M Y  T H E M E  /  L I N K S ; everything on my blog is customized and floats. generally from what i hear it is not very mobile friendly but i cannot really edit my blog to fix that. if you simply shoot me a message or ask for the links to rules, about, etc; i will be more than happy to send them your way!

M Y  A C T I V I T Y  /  R E P L Y  T I M E ; as a rule of thumb i will post a notice if i plan to be absent more than a week from my blog. i try to remain semi-active on all of my blogs but if you feel i have disappeared then feel free to shoot me a message, once again, and kindly remind me. i do have a full time job and a life outside of it ( even if it isn’t much of one ) , so please understand that these are factors in my daily reply times. i run on  E S T aka east coast, usa / canadian time and am typically on at night anywhere from 8 pm until 2 or 3 in the morning, depending on my mood. if my reply has taken more than  T W O  W E E K S  than please kindly nudge me and remind me i owe you. i promise that i am not ignoring anybody. my life can just be rather hectic at times. also keep in mind i run a total of at least three active blogs at any given time and attempt to spread out replies among them evenly.

N S F W / S E X U A L  P O S T S ; seeing as how i am legally an adult everywhere in the world no matter how childish i am, i reserve the right to write smut as i see fit. it will not occur very often on my blogs unless my character is more so sexually active ( such as one of my vampire characters ) , but either way i choose to ONLY write with those that are 18 and older for smut. why? because it is illegal on both ends and i don’t really feel like catching any flack because somebody needed their lady bones or bones jumped one night. also, i will ALWAYS tag anything sexually related as ‘nsfw’. rarely will i put them under a ‘read more’ unless they get a bit more graphic. don’t wish to see those posts? simply block the tag ‘nsfw’ and you won’t. don’t unfollow me because of them. besides, i find myself to be rather a shite writer when it comes to anything sexual. i will, however, roleplay regular storylines and plots with those that are under 18. just nothing sexual, please. also, never lie about your age. it’s rather skeevy if you ask me.

W R I T I N G  S T Y L E  / L E N G T H ;  once again, i format my writing. i will generally always reply in some form of smaller text and i will always trim my posts. as far as length of my writing i can do anything from one liners up to novella when i feel inspired. generally i will reply in a para to multi-para style, though. i will, however, try my very best to match whatever length you choose to write in up until the point where i feel like my quality is going down. i prefer quality over quantity any day of the week.

G O S S I P P I N G ; i take no part in it when it involves other roleplayers. as a matter of fact if i find out that you are purposefully slamming another roleplayer’s name into the ground simply because you do not enjoy the way they write then i will unfollow you. i find it rude and honestly rather childish.

F A N D O M S ; i have literally roleplayed with somebody from every fandom across the board. i am familiar with everything from serial killing horror genres up to disney princesses. as long as i can see our characters having a logical writing experience together i will be more than happy to write with you. i follow every blog that follows me and give them a chance.

S E X U A L I T Y / S H I P S ; please never ever force a ship on me. i much prefer to write with a character before any type of relationship happens. i will kindly return the favor. my male characters that i write are usually straight while my female characters that i write are often pansexual or lesbian. does this mean that they will hit on you all the time or automatically find you attractive? of course not. so please, never feel uncomfortable around my characters. also, i reserve the right to have multiple ships on a single blog. EVERY ship will be in a different verse and i never want to catch somebody from one ship interacting with somebody from another one of my ships as if they are fighting over me or know we are dating, sleeping together, etc;. each ship is single. simple as that. i ship chemistry and you can cause a chemical melt down of my character by doing something stupid like that.

O P E N  P O S T S  /  M E M E S  / M ! A ‘ S / E T C ;  my open posts are exactly that. i don’t care if we have never interacted before, if we have a million threads together, or if we are best friends. feel free to reply to them. however, once they have been claimed by a roleplayer i will take it off as an open rp to cut down on clutter. as far as memes go - i am the meme queen. literally send me any and all memes that i post. i will love you forever, trust me. also, feel free to continue it as an actual thread or storyline after i have answered it! i don’t care if you reblog it or make a new post. i am not picky. i, however, will create another post and tag you in it when i go to reply.  i do not now, nor will i ever, accept M!A’s. they are uneventful and stupid in my opinion. it feels like another person is literally controlling my character and i do not like it.