#words for the wiser {memes}

[swagrum76]

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[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day one: size kink!

BAGGY PANTS ♡ GETO SUGURU

fem!reader x metalhead!geto suguru

ingredients: geto suguru's baggy pants are more than just a fashion statement

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: size kink, hair pulling, pleasure sub!reader, oral [m!receiving]

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: you don't have to be a metalhead to be able to self insert, but it is mentioned a couple of times that you two attend metal concerts together. i love this fic, it's really just self indulgence and i hope you guys enjoy it too!

bon appetit!

you've been friends with him since you were a student in high school, being inseparable and attached at the hip. whenever there's a metal band that's going on a world tour and is going to tokyo, he always comes knocking at your dorm's door. quite a number of nights and midnights of your teenage years were spent with him in the moshpit, and patching each other up because someone got too rowdy in said pit.

unfortunately, once you two graduated, due to a shortage of teachers in jujutsu tech tokyo's sister school located in kyoto, you had to transfer, making you and suguru drift apart for some time. of course, you always kept in touch with the man, a month wouldn't pass without either of you shooting the other a message, you'd always greet each other happy birthdays, send each other memes, and on rare occasions, you'd attend concerts together like you used to, but suffice to say, your relationship now is lackluster compared to your relationship then.

a few months ago though, you received an email from principal yaga about coming back to tokyo and being the third year's teacher. he informed you that he has already asked principal gakuganji about the matter and there was another sorcerer who could handle your students in kyoto, making the decision a no brainer.

the offer made your heart skip a beat in all right ways and in just a few more messages, you were unofficially a teacher at tokyo metropolitan jujutsu technical high school and the rest is history.

ever since reconnecting with geto, you've gotten closer and eventually started dating your best friend since high school. there were a few changes about him, but none that you minded. he was taller, broader, hair a few inches longer, and now, he wears it in a half-up hairstyle unlike back then when it was always in a bun. he's more mature now too, wiser, smarter, better at strategizing. finally, back when you were students, a hundred percent of the time, he'd opt to still hear his school uniform when going on outings, except for those concert nights where he'd wear this uniform pants and then the band's merch tee. nowadays, when you'd go on dates, he wears baggy pants, yet the chosen top is still the same -- at this point, you're sure that ninety percent of suguru's closet is just black band shirts, while the remaining one percent is composed of his uniforms.

it fit his whole aesthetic; his chosen outfits. it's all very him, and at first, you thought that was the only reason why he wore the things that he wore.

when did you change your mind? right now, as he stood before you with his pants down for the first time.

it started with him recommending you a song, the summoning by sleep token and at first, you reacted to it the way you do with any good metal music, headbanging and wondering how the band composed such wonderful sounds, but it was five minutes into the song where the mood in the room changed.

suguru's featherlight touches accompanied the sensual instrumentals and the yearning in the vocalists words and voice translated itself into the way you ran your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.

oh, and my love

did i mistake you for a sign from god?

or are you really here to cut me off?

or maybe just to turn me on

'cause these days

i would be lying if i told you that

i didn't wish that i could be your man

or maybe make a good girl bad

i've got a river running right into you

i've got a blood trail, red in the blue

something you say or something you do

the taste of the divine

you've got my body, flesh and bone

the sky above, the earth below

nothing to say and no where to go

a taste of the divine

one thing led to another, and one by one, you were both stripped of your clothing until you were nude, having nothing but the other's body heat to keep each other warm.

geto found his ego skyrocketing at the sight before him, and you found yourself salivating at the sight before you.

suguru's cock was hard, the tip - flushed red from the blood rushing downward - moist with specks of precum. it seemed to be so heavy, the muscle curved down, presumably from the weight. bulging veins decorated the shaft and it was all so pretty, as weird as it sounds to describe your boyfriend's dick with the word. perhaps using big would be more appropriate. after all, the fact that you were intimidated by the size shows in your eyes, looking like a deer in headlights.

"it's okay, baby," geto cooed, breaking you out of your how-am-i-gonna-fit-that-in-my-mouth induced trance. one of his big hands were on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in comfort. "you can take it inch by inch, kay? you'll be good for me, won't you?"

under his spell, you couldn't do anything but nod. the only thought bouncing around in your head was the want, no, the need to please the adonis of a man in front of you, and as a thank you, he graces you with a soft smile before pulling your pouty lower lip down with the pad of his thumb. your eyes wander over to his other hand, jerking his cock off and pressing the head to your kiss swollen lips.

"fuuuck, there you go, pretty." he moans out as you suck it into your mouth. his precum hits your taste buds and the salt and tang of it almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

encouraged by his hand petting your hair, you fit more of him in your mouth.

you try to make it easier for yourself by relaxing your jaw as he pushes his hips forward slowly, but the ache slowly creeps in. the sides of your mouth starts stinging as he stretches it out and centimeters after, tears are pooling in your eyes. you don't make a sound, though, or make any indication that you wanted to stop.

you wanted to take all of suguru in your mouth, you just wished it wasn't so damn hard.

"hey, hey, baby, don't cry." suguru looked down to sneak a peek at your beautiful flustered face, only to be heartbroken when he met your teary eyed face. he was quick to wipe the falling tears as he feels his heartbeat quicken. still, he can't help but chuckle. "it's not even half way in yet." his hand unexpectedly clutched at your hair when you gasped at his statement. it took everything in him to not immediately thrust his hips into your warm mouth after that.

a shiver went up your spine when he gave you a warning glance and you hoped you were able to communicate your nonverbal apology with your eyes as effectively as he could.

"look," he started to pull away. "w-we can do just the tip first, 'til you get used to it."

he stopped thrusting then, even though it took all of his power to do so. he wanted you to set your own pace, take as much as him as you could, until like said, you get used to it, and he knows you'll get used to it, after all, you're his good girl, always eager to please. if he's being selfish, he'd say it was one of his favorite things about you.

he absolutely adores that determined sparkle in your eyes as you bob your head up and down his shaft. spit's starting to leak from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin to your tits, but you don't pay it any mind. you have a singleminded ferocity that aims to pleasure suguru, and nothing is going to stop you, not the way the back of your throat aches from being poked roughly each and every time you go back down, not the way your cheeks and your mouth starts aching, and not the way the corners of your lips feel like they're being torn apart. after all, if they do end up getting cut, you know suguru would drive you to the hospital with a fake reason.

no one but you had to know the real reason why geto suguru wears baggy pants.

i get: reblog

you get: a metal band shirt

[calisources]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑺. all sentences have been taken from the showtime drama, the tudors. change names, locations, pronouns as you see fit. this is a redo of another meme.

“Without knowledge, life is not worth having.”

“I have come here to die. I die a Queen, but I would rather die the wife of Culpeper.”

“One day I shall lie beside you again, I promise and we shall sleep together for eternity.”

“Your Majesty's life is far too precious to be put at risk against such a common rabble.” 

“Of course, if you choose to go, you'd be like a lion among wolves.”

“My friend, if all ambassadors were beautiful women I'd be serving my country day and night.”

“You hate him like a scorpion. And why? Because he would not satisfy your ambition.”

“Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity.”

“I call Mary my English mare, because I ride her so often.”

“You are a poet as I am a woman. Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?”

“There's something deep and dangerous in you, Anne, those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.”

“As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I'm forced to disagree.”

“Though I love Your Majesty and I'm loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness.”

"I should only ever tell the king what he ought to do, not what he could do. For if the lion knows his own strength, no man could control him."

"Blessed lady, Queen of Hearts, there will be even greater crowds than these to welcome you when you return to London."

"For every scholar that votes for you...I could find a thousand who would vote for me."

"You and I are both young, and with God's grace, boys will follow."

"You have no one to blame but yourself for this.”

“I was a true maid without touch of men. And whether or not it be true, I put it to your conscience.”

"Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me."

"I have never known another man....and nor would I ever want to."

"If I had to choose between extreme sorrow and extreme happiness, I would always choose sorrow, for when you are happy you forget about spiritual things, you forget about God.But in your sorrow, He is always with you."

"Chastity? You talk to me about chastity when you have a mistress and two children, your Eminence."

“This, I vow, that my eyes desire you above all things.”

“As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. It's an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man.”

“What if the King doesn't know what's in his best interests?”

“If you want to keep the love of a prince, this is what you must do: You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for, in all the world.”

“Lady Anne is so beautiful, it is the duty of every man to love her. Of course I loved her, but from a distance.”

“You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me.”

“My only satisfaction is that in frustrating you I hasten your fall from the King's good graces, an outcome I desire above all others.”

“Mistress Boleyn, you should not abuse the Queen's honor with such language!”

“He was a lion in my defense. Now he will die ashamed and alone in a prison cell.”

“Then here's the truth. You must shut your eyes and endure  like your betters have done before you!”

“Don’t you know that I can drag you down as quickly as I raised you?”

“I am more convinced than ever that he is the agent of Satan. If I could, I would strip him from the King's side- and burn him.”

"I know of no Queen of England but my mother. And I will accept no Queen but my mother."

“If the King's mistress would intercede with him on my behalf, then I would be grateful."

"Lady, you must know how beloved you are to the people—as was your mother before you, God rest her soul."

“I'm a lot older than I was when I first knew you. And wiser.”

“have no heir. The Tudor Dynasty, all my father's work, finished, and it's MY fault!”

“He will tire of you, like all the others.”

“You know perfectly well what the King desires and what he shall have.”

“You can't have 3 people in a marriage!”

“I am surprised to receive such a request from such a wise and noble man as you.”

“ I am but a poor woman, lacking in both wit and understanding. How am I supposed to respond to such a request made to me out of the blue?”

“I know what you are trying to do, but do not think to take the King away from me. Let him play with you. Let him give you gifts. But he cannot give you his true heart.”

“I make you this promise. When we are married, I will deliver you a son.”

“I was wondering if you'd like to become my mistress.“

“The brat is now officially a bastard.”

“Everything will change for her. That kiss is her destiny and fortune.”

“People of England, your King is unharmed!”

“An important question, whether it is better for a king to be feared or loved.”

“I do imagine there are some at court who would like to see the Queen replaced.”

“Lady Bryan, if I cannot please the King, will he kill me?”

“For he who possesses the heir to the throne will very soon possess the throne itself.”

[spyridonya]

i will be an enabler. “ may i have this dance? “ for sophus and raphael could be fun maybe? 👀

oh my god i have an enabler than enabled me to write over 1500 words for the first time in months, thank you romeo! ❤️ first time trying to write in 2nd person, which normally isn't my thing, but we'll just blame the game's narrator.

sacred romantic raph being an ass moments meme

The uncanny stillness of the eternal gloom seeps into flesh and bones, even under the shelter of lacy moonlight. The sensation of coiling vastness would disquiet any soul, yet you find yourself reminded of the antipeak hours of your home when the wane of the luminescence leaves all to lantern light. This is not an unknown concept to the singular tadpole that remains coiled just behind your eye; you are both creatures of the planes on the most molecular level. The lapping sounds of water are still alien to your ears despite its gentleness, it's the strumming of Alfira's lute from far away that puts you at ease, the lazy notes falling like snowflakes upon your nerves, and the bard none the wiser.

The sound of teleportation makes your tadpole jump, though years of training that keeps you from the startle from rolling down your body, and keeping you still as a stone as the notes continue to waver in the air, the commotion too far for Alfira's attention. But that moment of panic is brief, you recognize the sound of this particular user.

It's not that uncommon of a skill, most arcane weavers can attest the sounds of a teleportation spell are based from it's point of origin. You wouldn't know the difference between the sounds of the Elemental Plane of Water from the Heavens, but you know the sounds of the Lower Planes. You won't ever forget the horrific timbre that aches like a soul shredded between rusty gears. 

You knew it long before the cambion set eyes upon you and yours upon him.

You don't give him the satisfaction of turning to him, presenting the solid wall of your back to him, a move that would have your comrades in the Cage mutter as if you had gone addled in the brain-box. An action that would make your current comrades mutter as if you had gone mad. 

The cambion’s steps are slow and purposeful against the ancient wood, making Raphael sound heavier than a man his size should be.

It's an old rage that makes your hand move, and your arms follow as the glaive swings. The weight feels sluggish in your hands, though the powerful muscles of your arms and the twist of your torso carry the motion until the blade just stops at the cambion's throat. Above the blade, Raphael grins, his teeth white against the copper of his skin.

You hate acknowledging how fetching that smile is, as if he were not your elder by millennia in truth and decades by appearance. That coyness is so strange and you find the pulse in your throat is throbbing as if you're the one with blade point against skin.

"Such unfathomable treatment of a guest, my dear boy. One would think you're displeased to see me."

"Whatever made you believe that, princeling?" You grit out; you know he's a cambion but not his sire. But cambions do not become this powerful without some false pride of their mastris on their tongue. You have your notions, but don't speak them.

"Ah, Sophus, you wound me- or have attempted at the least." Raphael chuckles lightly, his hand gently pushing the pole of the glaive from him in a slow arch, and you allow him to do so. Those heavy footsteps creak against the planks of the old dock once more, “You seem most eager to create of me an adversary.” Your gaze is hard as it narrows down upon the human form of the cambion, despite how you lower your weapon.

Raphael stops at his comfortable distance, a sentiment not entirely shared by you as your muscles tense. The cambion does not bring a rhyme to the curl of his lips nor show the flash of his teeth, he merely studies you with that coy gaze of his as darkness shrouds his amber eyes. “What are you here for?” You ask, knowing his old enemy is dead and in the Hells. Suddenly, you remember the child and your hand tightens on your weapon, “Not the girl, not Mol.”

“For all your sharp teeth, little mouse, you forget yourself and your mind. You know as well as me that such investment in a child would never mature so rapidly.” He lifts his arms in a shrug, the motion muscle under the doublet that he wears is noticeable, “Let her grow, let her learn. Isn’t it far safer for her to know the dealings of the law than the grind of the Abyss?” A striking motion of his hand, and his amber gaze meets your steel. “No, no. Do not think that of me. Rather, I came to offer something else.”

You mutely realize that your back is to the water while the cambion’s to the Last LIght Inn. And yet Alfira’s music still floats about you, defying the stillness of the gloom and the tension of your body. Yet, all Raphael does is smile, offering his hand. His fingers look refined, straight, the tendons perfect and nothing like a man approaching his 50th turn of the spire, much less his possible 2500th.  “May I have this dance?”

There’s no humor in the high cheek bones nor his knowing smile, only a curious tilt of his brows. And he holds this pose for a moment, and you think you will out wait him when he realizes what he’s begun. Your mind flickers to Wyll and the rejection on his face as you turn your head from his dance. You rejected a good man, a good person. 

Your arms lift over your head, to return the glaive to it’s strap on your back and carefully you take Raphael’s hand. 

"I dare not ask if you are aware of any Calimshite dance,” Raphael responds and to his credit, he does not leer at the small triumph he’s won, “Such a question would be an insult to us both. However, a Havana based box step may be unfamiliar in name, but perhaps not in motion?"

The cambion's hand is warm in yours, his hand steady on your hip, yours upon his, and blood hammers in your ears as you follow his first step all the while your mind screams to stop.

In no time at all, you are led into a dance as Alfira continues to play to her unknown audience of two. Raphael is right, you may not know the name, but you know the motions and the damnable cambion knows each step - practiced until perfect. 

“In terms of asking a question that would insult either one of us, what are you getting at, Raphael?” You ask quietly, not sure what the tieflings above you in the inn would think of such dance or the intimacy of a cambions warmth not quite against your body. You try not to think of it as well, your mouth straight, your eyes narrow - even if old shames creep into your mind - a moment of wondering if the cambion truly likes what he sees. 

Or what he can harvest from you. 

“A planer-touched greeting to his fellow kin, even if we’re not entirely neighbors.” He replies with that charming grin as he leads you from the length of the dock that stretches over the water and closer to to the shallows that lead up into the Inn. “What is after this grand, heroic gesture of yours? Do you perhaps have a faction in the Cage that would approve of such?” The cambion’s grin stretches, seeing the line on your face, the lowering of your eyes. “I could help you get home… if you wish to go home.”

That is when you stop, that is when you pull away, your heavy steps creaking under you, not trusting the way your body reacts to the question and the way you breathe through your nose. 

Raphael does not look insulted, not ashamed, not even smug with that little curve of his smile. Rather he stands straight and tall, though he barely reaches your chin, and regards you in a way that makes you feel small despite your being far taller and larger. 

You find you want to wipe this expression of his face, hold him down and-

“I do not take silence as a no, little mouse,” The irony of that nickname isn’t lost, “Nor a yes… but an aasimar hiding as a half elf can only keep the ruse for so long, if only to himself. This is not your home, Sophus Firesbane. This place is so alien to your senses and to the powers that call themselves gods offend your sense of fairness.” The cambion takes a step back, then another, and this time you don’t follow, “Perhaps even more than you are offended by me.” And his tone becomes rumbly smoke, “Though I don’t believe you’re as offended by me as you wish you were.”

You don’t strike this time, though your arm aches to move. Once more you glare, “My oath is far more important than your promises.” From all that you’ve learned about fiends, you know how prized a paladin soul truly is to fiendkin. Including cambions with powerful sires never spoken.. 

“That oath of yours,” Raphael shakes his head, the dark mahogany of his hair almost tumbling from its perfect coif. “You’ve a long way in the darkness ahead, little mouse. Perhaps this will be a conversation for another time, if you survive.”  There is a scent of brandy, cherries, and sulfur that sours the sweetness - and the sound of souls being torn by rusty iron gears. “I hope that you do.” 

Once more you find yourself almost alone in the darkness, save for your silent and comfortable tadpole.

[seaprofound]

interview meme

——— character question sheet

▌real name: poseida. ▌single or taken:  married (verse dependent).

▌abilities or powers: water manipulation (no matter the source—such as blood, for example, or even sweat), magic (most notably illusions), healing hands, empathy and emotion manipulation, shapeshifting, transmutation, earth manipulation—and, by extension, metal manipulation as well (so long as there are earth particles within the metal)—weather manipulation, accelerated healing, enhanced condition (strength, speed, durability, agility, and more—with her flexibility being to the point of elasticity), enhanced senses, limited flight (via water wings spell), teleportation, life creation (various creatures—both mundane and magical—and the atlanteans), power bestowal, aura reading, lunar empowerment, forbidden knowledge projection, bioluminescence, telepathic communication (limited to equids and animals tied to the sea), limited precognition, mild omniscience (with relation to her domain), and immortality.

▌eye colour: the blue of the mediterranean sea with sea green swirling in the center (central heterochromia). ▌hair colour: red—the red of a fox. under the sun, the glints of gold that catch her hair makes her mane look like wildfire.

▌family members: kronos and rhea (birth parents); nereus (father figure and mentor); hestia, demeter, hera, hades, and zeus (siblings); many, many children (most of whom are adopted); also numerous nieces and nephews that she dotes on almost as much she does her own children (at least, when they were young). ▌pets: do mortal men count?

▌something they don’t like: people who go back on their word. people who do not know the meaning of the word honor even if it slapped them in the face. deception against an enemy is something she takes no issue with—deception against an ally, on the other hand, she finds far less excusable.

▌hobbies/activities: arts and crafts, tinkering away at new inventions, magic, studying, reading, cooking/baking, singing, dancing, playing music (guitar, violin, drums, trumpet), swimming, surfing, horseback riding, and video games.

▌ever hurt anyone before:  yes. ▌ever killed anyone before: yes.

▌animal that represents them: horse, cat.

▌worst habits: comforting others but neglecting to comfort herself. isolating herself instead of talking to others. similarly, failing to communicate when there’s a problem—a habit that she formed from her days spent as her own father’s servant. the same days that taught her that it was wiser to stay quiet.

▌role models: nereus, hestia, the telkhines.

▌sexual orientation: pansexual.

▌thoughts on marriage/kids: complicated for the former. she resisted marriage for much of her early rule out of fear that she would only get used by someone who seeks to rob her of her power. with regards to kids, though, she has always been fond of them—especially the disadvantaged. the ones who are abandoned or mistreated for things that they cannot help. the unfortunate souls who have done nothing wrong except be born to parents who can't love.

she, herself, was such a child—a lonely, sorrowful child. and, yet, as she soothed her newborn cousin, chiron, for the first time, anger became her—not sorrow. how? how could anyone do this to a child? how could anyone just abandon an innocent infant without a second thought? the unfairness of it all gave her the resolve to better the lives of as many children as she could—whether it'd be by mentoring them, nurturing them, or flat-out adopting them as her own.

a happy child, to her, represents a brighter future.

▌fears: being worthless. not being of use to anyone. being discarded.

▌style preferences: flowing fabrics that do not stifle her nor restrict her movement. clothes that she could hide in if necessary. a color palette that would seem fitting for a deep sea witch: black with darker shades of blue and purple. comfort above all else with little regard for what is currently popular or trending. lastly, a stubborn disdain for shoes—unless they're silly (like shark slippers).

▌someone they love: her wife, amphi.

their love did not start out as a fairytale. po was much too guarded—much too jaded—to offer anything more than pragmatism when she initially proposed the idea of marriage. a partnership is what she called it. a partnership.

amphi gets: the title of queen (and all the powers and privileges that come with it).

po gets: someone to help her bear the burden of leadership.

win-win all around—especially since po did not require that they spend time together outside of the throne room. while not exactly a romantic offer, po did not think that it was a terrible one either. in her eyes, she was making a high-reward, low-risk offer. she even sweetened the deal by saying that she was fine with an open relationship—that she was fine with amphi taking as many lovers as she pleases. the promise of freedom is what po thought she added—so, it surprised her (not to mention stung a little) when amphi fled.

however, they eventually came to an understanding—and, with understanding, came a friendship that slowly blossomed into a romance.

▌approach to friendships: po shies away from them like a hermit crab—but longs for them like a flower longs for the sun. because of her childhood trauma—which made her so accustomed to loneliness—she struggles to make friends (even more so to define what a friend is). she can count on one hand people that she would say she is close to—but she tends not to vocalize that because what if she had it all wrong?

▌thoughts on pie: comforting. not as fun to decorate as cakes but enjoyable to eat. ace with vanilla ice cream. ▌favourite drink: smoothies. ▌favourite place to spend time at: her workshop on olympus.   ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: ocean. ▌their type: a kind heart. a heart that does not judge others for their appearance nor things that they cannot easily change. a heart that tries to understand rather than immediately judge. ▌camping or indoors: camping because nature always has a way of inspiring her.

tagged by: nobody  tagging: @singofus , @nectaric , @rheaeaseandflow , @storybounded , @takenamiss and you if you see this! can't tag any more people because tumblr is the WORST

[rooksgambits]

ROOKSGAMBITS; this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE SHADOW DRAGON ROOK roleplaying blog. written by bean (they/she). currently most up for DRAGON AGE and BALDUR'S GATE 3 rp. VEILGUARD SPOILERS PRESENT, but i will try to remember to tag them!!!

A STUDY IN: action girl; the anti-nihilist; beware the nice ones; chaotic good; dark is not evil; haunted heroine; jeanne d'archétype; pragmatic hero; soft is not weak; we help the helpless

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✒ REGULATIONS;

ONE.    MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs (so that will take up a lot of my time & energy). I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

TWO.    SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

THREE.    I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE, though i've been experimenting with second person more. when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

FOUR.    I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting for me to explore!

FIVE.    IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

SIX.    I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.

SEVEN.    PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); LIKE MY STARTER CALLS, send me memes, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself

EIGHT.    PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

NINE.    I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities (most nsfw will be tagged #usfw with images also being tagged #nsft; triggers will be tagged #trigger tw and/or #trigger cw); WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it.

TEN.    I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. often and repeatedly. (a bit more info about this can be found here.) if being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to block me as needed. relatedly, i don't really care if you reblog things from me that aren't in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. i do think it's polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don't send one in, especially if it's a headcanon meme, but i don't consider it a blockable offense.

ELEVEN.    I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in

CREDITS.    icons / icons / icons / icons / icons

[timothylawrence]

2, 7, 8, 24, 31 for Sunblade

Hi Aisling!!!!! ❤️🫶💛🥹🫂 I’ll put most of this under the readmore!!! Ty 🥺❤️😭!!!

2. What was the first moment where they knew they were in love with their LI?

Hahahahah. Rana. Oh Rana. She denied it until it was undeniable. Until she spends her first night in Rivington laying beside him listening to him sleeply ramble about all the things he wants to show her in Baldur’s Gate… Rana can’t even fathom saying no to him 🥺.

As for Wyll…. Oh god. It’s when he finds her trying to cheer up the kids in the last light inn. some completely random moment where she’s showing them a card trick, hiding half the deck behind her back but they’re all none the wiser. They laugh and the words sitting on Wyll’s tongue surprise him.

7. Favorite Date Activity?

Hehehehe! Exploring! Rana loves to explore and Wyll is more than happy to tag along. I also like to think they enjoy picnics 🥺🫶

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Oh god… Rana won’t ever forget Wyll’s dramatic little meeting, but what stands out even more is their first personal meeting in the grove. Wyll teaching these tiefling kids with so much kindness… it’s a kindness she was never afforded when she was a child.

And Wyll… oh I know he can’t forget that act one scene on the beach. Rana going looking for him, sitting on the shore. The joke but more importantly… the soft kiss they shared 🥺. It’s the first time he’s opened up to someone in years, even just barely, and he can’t quite ever forget it.

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt?

Sorry. I like to think they share a tent/bed every night once they do their first dance 🥺!! Rana and Wyll cuddling at night… it makes me melt 😭! I love the idea of wrapping her much smaller frame around Wyll and hanging on tight !!

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

aaaaa!!! One of my fav screenshots cus it looks like that he asked for no pickles meme

[foremyth]

❝ you can’t kill what you can’t catch. ❞ shanks for lucci

pack animals have it easier. they have a hierarchy—they know when it's wiser to roll on their back and bare their throat and belly to the threat of fangs. submitting usually settle things. leopards are not pack animals, they don't have a hierarchy. rob lucci feels it like some artificial thing layered over himself. taken for granted and yet unnatural, like fabric, that can be shed at any moment. shanks is powerful, dangerous, and irritatingly good-natured. he laughs off lucci's formality and the threat, however veiled, that seeps through his words, his cadence and expression. the leopard smells strength, but unlike dogs, he bares his fangs, not his belly.

“who said i can't catch you?”

shanks looks up from where he's lounging in faint, amused disbelief. maybe he thinks it's hollow boasting—cipher pol is here to supervise and guarantee that all operations on the island are led without causing incidents within the emperor's territory, not to cause them on purpose. rob lucci does not boast. it's unnatural, maybe a little tight, but he wears hierarchy well and it fits him just right. his hand extends to accept the cup that shanks hands him, and even as alcohol burns down his throat, his challenging stare does not falter.

old memes galore.

[chessanator]

WIP Folder Tag Meme

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thanks for the tag, @kiichu! It's about time this one came around again.

I'll tag @flairina, @jelimore, and @graceisprettygreat.

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Me actually writing:

TUoHS 1 Wake Up, Go to School, Save the World

TUoHS Side Ronpa 2 Here We Go Again

TUoHS Side Ronpa 3 The Worf Effect

TUoHS Side Ronpa 4 The Masquerade

TUoHS Side Ronpa 5 Spanner in the Works

TUoHS Side Ronpa 6 Fade to Black

TUoHS Side Ronpa 7 Sinister Clue

TUoHS Side Ronpa 8 Fair-Play Whodunnit

TUoHS Side Ronpa 9 Create Your Own Villain

I’ll censor the title of the tenth chapter because it spoils the first murderer.

TUoHS Side Ronpa 11 Older and Wiser

TUoHS Side Ronpa 12 I’m a Doctor, Not a -

TUoHS Side Ronpa 13 What Could Have Been

TUoHS Side Ronpa 14 Imposter Syndrome

TUoHS Side Ronpa 15 Celebrity Paradox

TUoHS Side Ronpa 16 Values Dissonance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 17 Doth Protest Too Much

TUoHS Side Ronpa 18 By the Red String

TUoHS Side Ronpa 19 Jigsaw Puzzle Plot

TUoHS Side Ronpa 20 Fridge Logic

TUoHS Side Ronpa 21 Counterfactual Clue

This one spoils the second case murderer and victim, so... censored again! ;-)

TUoHS Side Ronpa 23 Achievements in Ignorance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 24 Science Marches On

TUoHS Side Ronpa 25 Vindicated by History

TUoHS Side Ronpa 26 Cosmic Retcon

TUoHS Side Ronpa 27 Technical Difficulties

TUoHS Side Ronpa 28 Want of a Nail

TUoHS Side Ronpa 29 Values Resonance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 30 All Your Base

TUoHS Side Ronpa 31 Memetic Mutation

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Me planning, and also pretending that I’m actually making video games:

Trial Plans (My main planning document.)

Trial Mechanics (This is where I collect all the stats about how the class trials in the games worked. These days, it mostly serves as a reminder that my first class trial is stupidly long and complex for what’s supposed to be the tutorial mission.)

Free Time Word Count (A list of all the lengths of my Free Time events, so that I can ensure a natural progression and a reasonable but not excessive focus on the Haruhi-canon characters.)

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Me and my characters:

Character Details (My main database of characters, OC, Haruhi-canon and DR-canon alike. Now with a Free Time gift list.)

A profile picture for each of the Haruhi-canon characters I’m using, each of whose filenames is [character’s name].jpg. (When I finally get around to commissioning profile pics for my OCs they’ll go here as well.)

A profile pic of each DR1 character.

A profile pic of each SDR2 character.

A bunch of other profile pics of Danganronpa characters.

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Me (badly) drawing maps:

We now add North 3, two versions of North 4, and a third version of South 3.

South Building Upper Template

South Building Lower Template

South 4 Map

South 3 Map

South 3 Map Tool Closet

South 3 Map Projector Room

South 2 Map

South 1 Map

North Building Map Template

North 4 Map

North 4 Map Incident Prep Room

North 3 Map

North 2 Map

North 2 Map Accommodation

North 1 Map

Gym Map

Gym Map Trial

Clubroom Wing Template

Clubroom Wing 3 Map

Clubroom Wing 2 Map

Map Thingy (My map thingy is important to me, so it's never getting deleted. Never.)

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Me-scellaneous:

TUoHS Stats (Where I obsessively update my wordcount stats)

Misc (My slush file. I started this one when I accidentally wrote a Free Time event in the middle of the second lot of exploration.)

Scraps (A second slush file? It has like one paragraph in it and I don't know why it's there or where it's from.)

Haruhi Yes (Yes, my tumblr icon is still in my WIP folder. No, I still don’t know why.)

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Files not created by Me:

I’ve saved a bunch of notes sent to me by my excellent beta-reader @jelimore in case I need to refer to refer to them again. 19 files worth, as of now.

[benjaycaptain]

20 Qs for fic writers

came across an "anyone who wants to do this" post, so here we go noooo i'm not procrastinating lol

1. How many works do you have on A03? 23 on my old, 18 on my current

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 594,564 orz

3. What fandoms do you write for? descendants mostly on the current ao3, used to be marvel on my old, and now ffvii is working its way onto my page. i've done one offs for jp3, fast and furious, and the 13th warrior. need to finish the tf2 fic. back in my ffn days it was mainly rent with across the universe and spamalot thrown in

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? as of writing this: 1) nothing in this world but myself to protect me 2) friends never say goodbye 3) in time gone by 4) if only 5) i just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free [it's hilarious to me that the second and third most kudo'd fic are for my now notps lmao]

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to, but sometimes i feel awkward if i haven't replied to something in so long and feel like it's too late for me to comment orz

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oh probably broken truth for sure. i put banner through the wringer in that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i feel like most of my fic has a HEA, despite everything lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? no, not really hate, at least not any more lol mostly it's just entitlement lots of times

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? what kind this says lol non/dubcon, porn with feelings, pwp, kink with feelings. like, what else is there lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, not generally. closest i've gotten is writing fic for an rp i was part of lol oh, i mean, i do create pokemon aus of things, but rarely do i actually write anything for them

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yeah, someone asked permission to translate friends never say goodbye into chinese. outside of that, no idea

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope, just done rp within my group

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? ah shit lmao how can you make shipper trash such as myself pick an all time favorite ;-;

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? oh, probably scars. might have to actually go back and mark than as abandoned weh

16. What are your writing strengths? people might say smut, but i think it's dialogue, having the characters speak naturally and believably. the one good aftereffect of being a former theater kid

17. What are your writing weaknesses? description by far. i don't think i can describe things for shit, so i'm surprised when people comment on it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i do not do this because i personally know i'd butcher other languages. i usually just denote another language is being spoken by doing this, if the pov character understands it: "[I am saying this sentence in German]," he said. otherwise, i'd just say something like "they said something in Language" or just use a few phrases or words here and there cause i am not creative xD

19. First fandom you wrote for? ever? uhhhhh sailor moon or tenchi muyo. the fandom for the first fic i ever posted was rent tho

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? either the gift of paradise or i just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free. both source materials intimidated the hell out of me, but i feel like the tone and voice of the material shines through, brightly at that!

Tagging @descendantofthesparrow @auradon-bore-a-don @dragonwrangler @karenhikari and anybody who wants to do this meme!

[ultraericthered]

So, uh... Lazytown was a thing during my adolescent years, but for me, only a thing I was aware of rather than a thing I was into. Even years later as I was becoming an adult and it had a revival, I only knew it through The Memes(TM). But late last year, partially on a whim and partially because August this year will mark the fifth anniversary of when a truly special, wonderful, and irreplaceable human being named Stefan Karl Stefansson tragically left this world, I decided to give Magnus Scheving’s original Icelandic stage play Áfram Latibær! and its direct sequel Glanni Glæpur í Latabæ (which introduced Stefansson as Glanni/Robbie) a watch. The first one was unironically fun but also super hokey and cheap in a lot of ways. The sequel was superior in almost all ways. Both of them got me in the mood to give a look to the TV show and see what I’d slept on (ha ha) for so long.

After having watched a few episodes here and there, I can say that this show...is basic. That’s really the best word for it. Worse childrens shows have been made, but better ones exist as well. Sometimes the writing is solid and will get a laugh out of me, other times it’s just dumb and eyeroll-inducing. I’m not a fan of the puppet characters and kind of check out when the focus is on them, the song and dance numbers can be hit or miss, Stephanie’s pretty cool when played by Julianna Rose Mauriello rather than Chloe Lang (more the material’s fault than Lang’s, she was a better Stephanie in her TikTok videos), and on that note I’m not even touching the Cartoonito Era of the show beyond the meme-worthy Robbie Rotten content it gave us. Also, how dare the show leave out Officer Obtuse, that is a crime!

But none of that matters because this post is really about the two characters pictured above - Robbie Rotten, played by the late and great Stefan Karl Stefansson, and Sportacus, played by Magnus Scheving himself. These two are what make the series for me. In the plays and the show, they’re the strongest elements. The actors’ portrayal of them is obviously a huge part of it (seriously, how the Hell was I sleeping on Robbie for so long? The guy’s legit hilarious!), but there’s something deeper that strikes me about them - they’re the best example of a Role Model VS an Anti Role Model I’ve ever seen.

What I mean by that is that Sportacus is the guy you like, you root for, and want to emulate in life. He’s there to make kids want to get more active, eat healthier, and make wiser life choices. Hell, he makes me want to get more active, eat healthier, and make wiser life choices! His athleticism and acrobatic abilities are like I’ve not seen since John Stork AKA Hyper-Strike on Who Wants To Be A Super Hero?, and his positive attitude and affable personality marks him as the Good Guy, the one you wish you could be like. ...But there’s always that awareness in the back of your mind that unless you are a very dedicated and talented pro gymnast like Magnus is, you will never be anywhere near as cool. You can follow in Sportacus’ footsteps but you cannot actually walk in them, it’s beyond you. Meanwhile, you’ve got Robbie Rotten, the guy you boo and hiss and enjoy watching as he gets thwarted, ridiculed, and bested every time he gets up to no good. You like him because he’s funny and not all that evil or dangerous (in the show, I mean - OG Glanni Glæpur was quite a different story), but do NOT want to emulate him and his lifestyle because it’s not at all subtle that he’s in the wrong, that sloth and gluttony are sins not to be encouraged in children. ...And yet, if you’re to be honest with yourself, you either know this guy or are this guy. You identify more with Robbie than with Sportacus because aside from the Jim Carrey-esque cartooniness and villainy, he’s more feasible. Any child could prefer to live more like how he does, and carry those preferences well into adulthood. It may not be healthy, but it’s easy, relaxing, self-gratifying and comfortably routine. Even if you’re better adjusted, you can’t help but find Robbie to be relatable in various ways at various points. Your want to not be like him is in part because you recognize in yourself qualities that he displays.

Yeah so basically I stan. These are iconic and immortal characters for a damn good reason.  

[dangooverflowers]

Iruka and Anko with the word "Reminisce" :>

Meme Drabble

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“Y’know, Iruka? I never thought you would warm-up to Uzumaki Naruto.”

“He needs guidance, Anko. The same as any other kid.”

Umino Iruka was not who he used to be in his boyhood. Head bowed-low as he begged on the behalf of Team Seven, Anko considered how life had changed him, changed both of them. They were forged in the fires of trial and difficulty to the point that neither one of them recognized the children in their class photos. It was for the best really. She was wiser now.

“I know. . .You’ve done well, Iruka.”

[crystalmarred]

🤍 Anyone please hug Minfilia

MEME ( accepting! ) ⇢ send 🤍 for a wildcard hug. ⇢ @thescions

"If I was quicker or wiser..."

He'd heard those words before or at least ones near enough that the difference 'tween 'em didn't matter. He'd heard after Arenvald and the others had been returned to them, when she'd heard that A'aba had survived by the skin of his teeth, but Aulie... Aulie had passed, her life extinguished in the same instance his should'a been.

Arenvald had wept. A'aba had wept long before either of them had, had run out of guilt to cry about before they'd made it back to see more than the cracks in the bedside table and the splinters left behind in the side of his fist before the panicked conjurer attending him had convinced him to stop, please stop, you'll hurt yourself.

He'd heard it before, these condolences of Minfilia's, meant as much for the departed as they were those that mourned them. Maybe she thought shouldering the blame would somehow placate the worst of their grief.

"Lass, it ain't..."

Yer fault, he meant to say, but the words stuck in his throat when she glanced up to address him. Her blue eyes caught on the bandage that still peeked out from beneath his clothes. It was only a moment, but he didn't have a skull full of sea water, much as he wished it was some days.

"... C'mere," A'aba said as he reached around her, pulled her into a hug he'd rarely offered. Hells, he'd only given Arenvald a good and proper hug the once when the lad had found out about Aulie.

"It ain't yer fault," he whispered, unable to blame her for what she had already wholly blamed herself for. "So don't blame yerself for it this time..."

[knowltonsrangers]

Simcoe for the alphabet meme?

Alphabet: Simcoe

[a/n: hi! just did A-J :)]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

A solid 7/10. Publicly, he’s none the wiser to anyone’s eyes, he doesn’t particularly care. Simpler moments of affection, he’s here for it. He’s not going to be hanging all over you, especially in public. He knows that you aren’t seeking that out from him, and catches the look in your eye when you wish to retreat somewhere more private.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Yeah, he’s a cocky little bitch. Probably a shitty ‘friend’ at first, maybe throws an insult or two your way before you up and drop him like a hot potato. Then? He realizes that he needs you, and appreciates your friendship and kindest more than he’ll ever let on. He’ll seek you back out, no apologies here, but he makes sure you know just how much you mean to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

nooo, sorry ladies & gents. he would rather die then say the word. he’ll hold you, most definitely, he enjoys simple, quick hugs. His arms are strong, they enjoy holding you, especially in bed when sleep is lingering.

cuddling is not in Simcoe’s dictionary, sorry folks!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yeah…probably eventually! not something he’s going to vocalize very early. it would be a late night discussion, one where lots of ‘wants’ and ‘needs’ are brought up. Simcoe probably wishes for stability and a little bit of peace, but his ‘tough guy’ demeanor isn’t so quick to leave him. He’s an alright cook, cleans his mess.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

face to face, but he’s probably rather cold. if you are together in the first place, just know he really does care for you. A reasoning for breaking up is maybe he hurt you one too many times, and he feels like he didn’t treat you right. or maybe his job beckons him elsewhere, and he would never want you to wait for him, so to speak.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

…he’s not gonna propose. at least not right away, or in any near future. John is definitely the kinda guy that needs to feel things out, and he needs to know that you are forever for him. don’t be silly, of course he loves you. marriage is something that he needs to do right, and if that means taking the time and not rushing, then so be it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s a tall guy. he’s gentle, when he needs to be. he knows how much is too much, and if he grabs your arm in the middle of a fight, where you go to retreat, it’s a gentle, but firm hold. He’d never intentionally hurt you, it would probably eat him up inside if he ever truly injured you. (a reason to break up..) but, emotionally, good luck. he is the exact opposite of an open book, he’s a god damn vault. good luck trying to get anything out of him, especially if it really truly bothers him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

yeah, he likes ‘em! in private. usually a form of greeting, and sometimes as a form of goodbye. he won’t do it extremely often, but it is typically a once a day occurrence.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

not very fast. you’re likely to say it first. and then some time, and a little more, before John gets the balls to say it back. probably in a moment of insecurity or weakness, and that’s not something that happens very often.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

OHH YEAH. VERY. it’s probably his most prominent emotion to his name, he is very good at it. quick to intervene and likely start a fight. this is a true display of his love for you, just without saying so.

[vanaglorie]

W, H, I, T, E also for vday alphabet meme.

valentine's day alphabet! // accepting

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

It's definitely not impossible. If Byakuran ever were to get married, best believe he would be pulling out all the stops with an all-white wedding, the most beautiful flowers, the most absurd cake and the most ornate decorations. But whether anyone would be willing to spend the rest of their life with him remains to be seen!

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Byakuran gives his heart away in just the right amounts, never more and never less than needed. Not at all, if he were younger and more apathetic. But! he’s older and wiser now, as they say.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Despite his penchant for showering his partner with all sorts of adoration, Byakuran finds it quite difficult to actually say the words. He'll say anything else but those three words.

"I want to go out with you", "I love being around you", "I'm so crazy for you."

But "I love you"? Hm…

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Of course! Is there any other kind? Not to Byakuran~

Byakuran loves as truly and as wholly as any human possibly can, so much so that it can sometimes cross the line into pure hatred. But that’s another matter.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Byakuran loves hugs, he can just be picky about the who. If you are one of the unlucky few recipients of his hugs, be prepared to be ambushed at any time of the day. Back hugs, side hugs, bear hugs, a tight clingy hug, being hugged then spun around, an arm around the shoulder, there's no telling which one he'll try on you.

Being hugged by Byakuran is like being encased in ice, and it takes a little while before it becomes comfortable. The warmth of his hugs don't come from the heat of his body. Rather, it's from the way his arms wrap firmly around you and the way you know he won't be letting go any time soon.

[the-baschet]

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

As I mentioned in this post right here, it’s a tie between two things! I will mention the second below.

That sweet song of betrayal, you know the one. It’s a reoccurring theme of Mattisaux’s life, and I would like to think a reoccurring theme in the life of any Ishgardian given the events in Heavensward. He has seen his fair share of them, had several enacted against him since before he turned to the madness of rage and fury. However, when it is he who betrays, he who swore to never do something so unthinkable or heinous... could it have been any easier?

It all began with someone he likes calling a ‘Shroud witch’ though the name is not exclusive to any specific one. This one in particular happened to be the leader of his former free company in which he left several years ago for reasons that would exhaust him in explaining. Needless to say, he did not get along with her, or many others in there, but he did make a promise to a dear friend there to never harm them.

It was a begrudging promise but one he was willing to live with time and again for only those he cared enough to have in his troublesome life. He need but stay his hand. Her promise, however, said nothing about what words he could use to express himself and he was a man that enjoyed toying with people. To tell others his unfiltered thoughts, lay their flaws bare, and see how they handle his candor. It was all a play to keep his hands tied and his physical aggression largely at bay, among other nuances. Though not everyone will allow themselves to be walked all over, and certainly not this Shroud witch of the blue-green variety.

So, when words were thrown as well as the underestimation of the witch's skill, she provided a demonstration, a manipulation of current in the air. A simple form of magic that left him none the wiser until his breath was already quickened, his heart staggered for a beat, and beads of sweat matted his hair in his eyes. Then, in his dizzying, panicked state, she twisted his words back at him in a way that temporarily had him lose his mind. Before he could realize what exactly happened, his fist wound back and forward and the witch’s frame crumpled at his feet.

Was this betrayal? Something he hardly felt in the moment? Something not quite as grand as he may have secretly wished? Why was it so... simple? Far too many questions choked him along with the staunched air to his lungs and, soon after, the tears from his confession.

From an OOC standpoint, it was pretty heart-wrenching to see him, a man priding himself on never betraying anyone for as long as he lived, for all the sins he has committed, to break this mote of innocence he held for all his life. I have to say, here I was thinking I would always have him be rigid on this strong value of his but RP surprised me and him alike. The stars actually aligned for this one to happen.

Edgy OC Ask Meme