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cxdemistake · 1 year

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—Time slips away!

Burn out, don’t fade!

Dance on my grave!

I will never be them!—

Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.

Canon and OC muses present

Currently mobile-only

Semi-selective, semi-active

Open to asks and messages

More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.

OC Links

*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*

Canon Muses

*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*

**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust

American Gods: Mad Sweeney

Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*

Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*

Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*

Chappie: Chappie*

Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*

Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*

Dirty Bomb: Vassili*

Disturbed (band): The Guy*

Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*

Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*

FNAF: Cupcake

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer

Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite

I, Frankenstein: Adam

Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*

Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli

Kingdom Hearts: Axel

Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick

Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*

Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo

Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

#cxdemistake #fjsjfjf this took a while #also look at all the muses #this is what happens when I consume tons of media on a break #I cling to 20000 fictional characters and need to write them #fhdjfj #also consider this my promo #pls reblog to help me find more active peeps #thx!#; promo

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lizardbicycle · 2 years

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Flightless Fish

Chapter One - 1,927 words

If someone wanted to know all about you, they probably didn’t want to know the shitty details of your mediocre childhood coupled with your mediocre parents. They wouldn’t ask about your interests or, heavens forbid, your goals in life. They were far more likely to be curious about your family’s grand fall from the graces of high society.

To be specific, they’d ask what it was that you did that made your family fall so far.

You didn’t entertain such inquiries anymore. No amount of shame or self-loathing on your part would ever change what happened or what people thought of you.

You also didn’t care anymore—or at least, you tried not to. That was all five years ago. Your life was drastically different. It was harsher now that you lived between houses and barn sheds alike. All the feelings of utter worthlessness and shame that haunted you are now just numb reminders of what could’ve been—of who you could’ve been. Tears spent mourning your past life were better spent to appeal to strangers for money, and the energy you could spend trying to bolster your family’s reputation was better spent stealing.

With this kept in your heart as a mantra, you approached the biggest temple in Sadhe. It was dark by now, and not a soul lingered between the pews.

Souls, no, but money yes. A glance around the impossibly tall stone arches and the glorious woodwork decorating the place would be the first clue to the level of luxury this building held, but you didn’t need to look around to know that there was something worth taking within these walls.

These walls, after all, had taken very much from you. It was where you were to be married, should things have worked out. You had been promised to Sadhe’s most promising bachelor, but when he decided he didn’t want that life, he left you to pick up the pieces. People blamed you for it. His rejection caused a reaction—a domino effect—and just as quickly as you were adored you were hated.

It was a horrible feeling, to have the hopes of a whole city pressed on your shoulders only for their scorn to come quicker and weigh more. The man that was meant to live with you, love you, and care for you decided you weren’t worth it. You were getting distracted now. You blinked away your frustration and pressed forward.

This was The Temple of Saint Sagar. Several other temples dedicated to the local patron saint littered the city, but this one was the center of it all. Everything circled back to here—education, the legal system, and the government all had a seat in these holy halls. These holy halls were the ones to fault for your family’s demise, rather than you. It only made sense that you’d take something back. If that marriage had never been arranged, you never would have lost it.

Petty revenge or simply a way to put food in your stomach—it didn’t matter. You were going to take what you could and sleep without a shred of guilt.

You were certain no one would be here now. You had already slipped past the guards by the gates with relative ease. Even so, you tread lightly and kept your eyes wide. The only guidance you had was the sparse moonlight desecrating the floor through the windows, and even that was filtered through stained glass.

Nothing made noise other than your hesitant shuffle across the stone. You headed towards the altar.

There was undoubtedly a safe of money somewhere, but tonight you didn’t plan on sticking around or breaking into anything on your first heist. Just the daily offering bowl would satisfy you.

A step onto the stage. It creaked.

You cringed at the noise and stilled but moved forward after a beat. Just a bit further upon the podium and in the cabinet beneath the lectern would be your prize. You took in a breath to steady yourself and pulled open the door.

It didn’t appear to be anything too special, but you weren’t expecting anything that glittered anyway. A grin finally took your face when you found it. The bowl was simple and wooden, and fairly unremarkable save for the fact that it was filled with the generous donations of the city’s most pious.

They’re so stupid to leave this unguarded, you laughed internally, or maybe it really just means that little to them. You almost paused to consider the implications of the donations simply being a means for public control rather than a necessity, but you shook away the thought. Who cares? It’s mine either way.

“Sasha?” A voice cut into the dark like a blade and shocked you enough to make you hit your head on the lectern and feel your heart reach your throat. A candle near a hallway brought light to the man.

Without a single thought, you grabbed the bowl and foolishly dashed towards the door. There was a clatter as the man’s candle holder hit the floor and he tumbled after you.

You hit the ground with his body weight thrown against you. The coins danced in front of you and spilled across the floor.

You growled and struggled, but it was useless. Whoever this guy was, he was clearly trained in apprehending street rats such as yourself. He flipped you over and pinned your shoulders to the ground.

Apparently, he had been speaking the whole time, but it was only now that you could hear him.

“Fuck—stop! What exactly are you doing struggling like this when ya’ve lost?” He hissed through his teeth. His question perplexed you enough to slow your struggles.

“Fuck is that supposed to mean? Get off me!” You grit your teeth as you tried once more to shove him off, but to no avail. Seeing that you weren’t able to escape his hold, he settled down and sat on your abdomen fully, pushing a wheeze of air out your lungs.

“Sorry, no can do. Were ya really going to rob the temple? Right? What level of depravity does that take? Sagar damn you for such a crime,” he sighed out. He seemed more annoyed than actually disgusted with you which confused you even further. He didn’t look like a man of the temple, and he certainly didn’t act like one either. He looked much more like someone who should be on your side.

He looked just as ratty and poor as you did.

“What are you, some kind of idiot? Who cares! I need this money more than they do. You let me go and I’m willing to split the spoils,” you spat with a glare. You weren’t sure if you meant what you said about splitting the money, but you were willing to try anything to get the man off.

He paused. You raised an eyebrow—was that going to work?

“Look,” he sighed again. “I get where yer coming from, but I cannot in good conscious let you just steal like that, right? You need to find honest work to fill your belly.”

Your face was incredulous and sat in shock for a moment before you replied, “You have got to be joking. I don’t think we’re from the same city if you truly believe that.”

“Can ya just listen to me?” he snapped and pushed you further into the floor. He eased up when you winced and looked almost apologetic. “Look, I’ll let ya go without turning ya in, but ya can’t take that money. Ya need to get out of here and go look for work when the sun rises, alright?”

You wanted to argue further, but you had enough brains to see that you’ve lost. “Fine,” you agreed as you cast your gaze to the side. “I’ll leave.”

“And?”

“And get honest work in the morning. Happy?”

“Very,” he smiled.

He was in the process of letting you up when another voice rang through the dark halls, “Leif? Is that your voice I hear?”

A much brighter candle than the one from earlier lit the room now and drowned the scene in incriminating gold. “Goodness,” the new voice chuckled as it approached. “It seems as if I’ve interrupted something.”

Your heart beat quicker now. This new man looked your age, but unlike the man on top of you, he looked like he belonged here. You probably weren’t going to get out of this so easily now. Your mind raced—the man pinning you down was distracted now, maybe you could break loose and make a run for it maybe—no. As if he sensed it, you were held fast to the tiles again.

“It’s not like that and ya know it,” the man presumed to be Leif groaned.

“Then what is it like?” The second man inquired. He seemed amused. “I imagine it has something to do with the amount of money on the floor.”

Leif paused before answering, as if he was unsure of whether to speak the truth or not. “Well, it’s like—well ya see, this is simply… my friend, who I hold most dearly. We were simply wrestling for sport, and the money on the ground was our agreed upon prize money. Surely you understand such a game.” Leif ended it all with a nervous chuckle. You felt a spark of appreciation that he was willing to lie for your sake, but your heart was mostly burdened with annoyance at how horrible he was at lying.

“You were betting donation money? I do believe that is a little less than legal, but I’m willing to check if you’d like,” the man was hardly even trying to contain his laughter at this point. “That, or you could just tell me the truth, Leif. You don’t really want me putting you both in jail, do you?”

“Ah, well, that is,” Leif scrambled. “Sasha, come on. I just now talked her into walking out of here, can’t you let ‘er go? She won’t take a single blessed coin.”

The man who must be Sasha let his smile drop a bit and the mirth left his eyes. You hated letting hope fly too freely, but you felt it in your bones. Maybe this would be okay after all?

“I live and work in the government. Do you really think I am in any position to let a criminal go without punishment?” Ah. So that’s how it is. Sasha frowned before continuing, “How you manage to keep your bleeding heart is still beyond me, but I’m going to have to ask that you wait for the guards to arrive to apprehend her. She’ll spend the night behind bars and be dealt with in the morning.

“Right,” Leif replied dejectedly, turning his gaze towards you. He looked far more remorseful than you thought he would. “Sorry… I’m sure if I hadn’t caught ya when I did, you’d be in a lot less trouble right now. I didn’t intend for this to happen.”

You almost scoffed, “Yeah, I would. No idea why you’d be sorry about that, though.”

He didn’t respond. Sasha took a seat on one of the pews and stared at the pair of you still trapped to the cold discomfort of the ground.

“If it’s any consolation, Leif, I actually had already called the guards long before you ever found her,” Sasha smiled again. “Call it cruel if you must, but I wanted to see how the story would unfold if I hadn’t intervened.”

I’m new to writing on tumblr. Please tell me if there’s anything I could be doing better!

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#yandere #yandere x reader #flightless fish #lizard works #should i have more tags or fewer lol?#yandere oc x reader #yandere ocs x reader #i doubt ill get a ton of traction after only one chapter but pls tell me if u have any tips for posting writing on tumblr!#thx xoxox #this is on quotev as well fwiw

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