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rivaldinovondila-ia:

//what about maturely descend into villainy?

I think that’s what it’s looking like, truthfully; although Tenzin’s always been one to try to focus on maturing, there’s a feral instinct inside of him that feels the need to remain an animal. The darkspawn wouldn’t be such a taint within the Blight if it didn’t mean virtually inevitable descent into madness or death, haha. So many options. Not to mention, the contrasting archetype I considered before reserving my face claim for my character here is of continuous interest, but I believe the required month will be enough time to contemplate what to do with my first muse, haha.

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That feel when you don’t know if your muse should mature from and persevere through tough experiences or become the local villain as a result. What I know of Tenzin strongly leans toward the former, but one tends to discover a lot about their muse when they’re new, and just first experiencing and interacting local creative life. A tempting twist at the hands of fate, I suppose we’ll see where things go lol

edit: also send me drabble memes I’m bored LMAO I’ll make them AU if need be

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Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.

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Phobia Drabble Prompts

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.

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There's something about you that I crave.

I’m... sorry? I only guiltily wonder what it is, but I shouldn’t ask a question with no useful answer.

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You're fascinating and I wish I could interact with you but I can't. I look forward to the day that I'll be able to freely.

Thank you, I believe, though I’m terribly curious of why it is - that you can’t interact with me, if you wish you could. I suppose I look forward to having my wonders satiated myself, you brave soul. I hope your freedom comes with plenty of rewards.

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*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

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reblog if you want your followers to tell you one thing they secretly think about you.

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Conformist     ★★★★☆☆☆☆     Rebel      Naive     ★★★★★★★☆     Cynical Indecisive     ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆     Inflexible    Selfish     ★★★★☆☆☆☆     Self-sacrificing  Apathetic     ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆     Emotional    Fearful     ★★★★★★☆☆     Reckless   Childish     ★★★★★☆☆☆     Humorless  Dependent     ★★★★★★★☆     Loner     Passive     ★★★★★★★☆     Aggressive 

balancing personality flaws

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❅ The dazzling Saturday sun felt especially generous this afternoon, its comforting beacon and rays of light encouraging one of Insolitus academy’s newest teachers to express his primal physicalities. Tenzin spoke aloud to himself, the bass-filled recourse of every passing moment’s bated breath warm and gentle. Although never cripplingly anxious or solemnly depressed by nature, the broad-shouldered shifter allowed butterflies to flutter within the expanse of his massive gut while the he enjoyed true isolation. Pure downtime - meant for the football coach to recharge, relax, and enjoy himself - was a dreaded event Tenzin felt he’d hope would only be split up into dumb clusters on the weekends, few and far between and easily avoided, at that. Opportunities to dwell and feel less than productive, industrious, or ambitious were events one would wish were scarce, or infrequent, at the very least. The tall manipulation instructor’s current predicament certainly reinforced that admittedly irrational fear. 

❅ “ You can’t jog naked, Ten.” Truthfully, the term of endearment of a nickname was used for old time’s sake, the moniker making his heart throb in glee - a bright smile matching the purely positive sentiment, but that word... Jog, jog... a word that worked like tin, cluttering his speech with no use of relative ease. He would run, run as a wolf, run as a man. With mortal parents, he wondered why even he felt so staunchly opposed to clothing. Without the dark, short hairs that adorned certain regions of his body revealed, how would he know the wind’s exact speed? Leaving the shower clean and completely exposed, the undocumented Tibetan national wore nothing but low-cut black socks, monochrome running shoes of a similar shade, and sleek, dark basketball shorts (which had a white drawstring capable of more effectively hugging his chiseled waist, for safety and theoretical embarrassment; if only the foreigner had realized that his sheer size was theoretically embarrassing enough). 

❅ Being shirtless is acceptable, yes? The words of solace were now inside of his mind, stretching by the door to leave his apartment of a room before walking down the hallway in strides. Tenzin thought nothing of the disciplined musculature that painted itself across the tan thickness of his large torso, as truthfully, he did not share the desirable sentiment many in this area seemed to bear. What was so thoughtless about such an approach? The entrance was locked, and he had his cellphone, his wallet, and his keys all between the two pockets his hanging shorts possessed. The environment felt wonderful once he ended up outside, and he ran five miles out in under fifteen minutes. Long legs, a powerful physique, and an instinct that finally needed a healthy and acceptable form of sublimation. A beautiful lake, serene melodies, and suddenly, a distant cry of distress. It wasn’t in the lawful alpha’s nature to deny such an innocent scream from a scree, and even if it were a trap of some sort, the adrenaline coursing through his veins could just as easily be redirected to his infamously sudden close quarters combat skills. He jogged toward the high-pitched cries and skipped from step to step in an agile fashion, peeking over the edge of the cliff’s lip in guilty amusement; his stoic expression put no such emotion on display. The six foot four physical artist could probably scale its flatness by himself. “You okay, down there? Any injuries? How did this happen? Is there anyone - or thing - down there with you?” Oh, I’m Tenzin, by the way. What a barbarian.

Mild Misadventures ll Tenzin&Vána

After having taken a quick swim in a portion of the lake that was relatively shallow because she had heard the rumors of the beast that hallowed those murky waters, Vána found herself skipping over rocks, leaping from one to the other with long, gracefully hops. In many ways she was still like a child when she was out in the world. The untouched world made her feel much more a live than anything else had and it didn’t reprimand her or leave without saying anything. It was the ever present companion, reliable and dependable.

Laughing with child-like grace her free flowing hair spiraled behind her in the wind while her feet carried her to wherever her adventurous spirit led her. By now she was so far away from her initial location that there was no point to fret over how she was going to get back to campus. She’d get there eventually. Joyfully leaping to the last rock, Vána was shocked to find herself at the edge of a cliff several feet high. She stumbled a bit on the landing, flailing her arms to keep balance, which thankfully she managed. Carefully the veela squatted to peer over the edge, curious about what might lie at the bottom. There seemed to be some sort of small cave opening a few feet away from where the cliff ended and that had Vána’s brows arching with curiosity and excitement.

But suddenly she was slipping, tumbling over the edge of the rock from where she perched because she had leaned just a little too far. With a surprised yelp and a few moments of shock and confusion, Vána found herself staring up at the crystalline sky from her back and moaning in agony before lifting herself up to sit. Her head was spinning a little, but otherwise she felt alright. A little shaken up and bruised she tried to pull herself to her feet but as soon as he right foot planted firmly to the ground she regretted it and began hopping around on the other. Her ankle throbbed angrily from the effort and she sat back down. It was a bad sprain at the worst, but it felt like she had broken it.

“Great…” She muttered. The only thing she could do was sit there and wait for someone to come by because even if she wanted to she couldn’t scale the cliff like this. “Help!!” 

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oh-sehun-ia

“The disregard for another’s safety is most certainly always convenient and much more simple, but I am afraid I am a creature of my staunch and unwavering principles.” Sehun smiled gently in return, the light in his eyes warm and comforting and the scent of decaying leaves, crisp winds, and a hint of something spicy mingling with apple stirring the air with the gentle flap of his wings that allowed him to relax in the air. He was never much for the ground it seemed, lumbering and awkward as any creature of flight that wasn’t accustomed to being bound to the earth. “Apathy in the face of finding someone in need of aid is–” What he was used to, if he were being honest with himself, perhaps that was one of the greatest reasons he found so much pain in the suffering of another. “– tantamount to cruelty.  There is no valor in turning a blind eye to something so small and so innocent and letting it be treated so terribly. That is not I think, what makes a man a worthwhile being of great moral character, but I have heard often that such things as morality are filtered through ones’ own personal perception. I have put myself in danger before to assist others who had no great champion, but I cannot say that the instinct for self-preservation is not useful.” Not everyone was so reckless in their kindhearted pursuits, that was how he had ended up trapped in a net that had burned his skin in patches of pink though thankfully no longer visible.

Less serious matters however had derailed trains of thought and with quiet laughter, Sehun’s face lit up with gentle amusement and bark covered branches that held the leafy appendages to his back shifted  slightly as the spider moved to crawl into them and explore. “You would be surprised by the vivid personalities of spiders, my kindred are quite fond and quite attached to them. The ones in your realm are much much smaller of course, but they are lovely and amusing little things.”

✲ “Staunch and unwavering principles are dramatically preferred, in your very own humanity. The ideal of moral impermissibility is strictly culturally relevant, and yet, my society, too, has its own rules and natural facts. How wonderful, one might think... is this diversity, but only within tolerance. Don’t you think it’s funny: knowing a set of invisible rules can have you revered among a people, and being even blissfully ignorant to those people’s ways can have you stoned in a matter of days? Not to plug or make incessant allusion to my class, but this is what interpersonal manipulation is about. The sociological art of subterfuge.” Tenzin hadn’t managed to upset anyone more powerful than him yet, so clearly there must have been some sort of valid drive behind the theoretical truth of his pointed words. “I believe even natives suffer from this idea, constantly looking to reach local fame, to always please, and do so for selfish reasons. Taking care of one’s self is not narcissistic; the true crime is patching up another’s wounds while you bleed out.”

✲ The simple smile that painted itself across the bronze contour of the larger’s well-defined and precisely chiseled bone structure was one of amusement. His visage was aimed toward a friendly and polite expression, craving the intellectual dialogue even just passively, as well. That being said, Sehun was a guest - an initially innocent one, at that - and the undocumented Tibetan national did not look to scare him off with words or the grunt behind his bass-filled roar. “I am an open-minded man with nothing against the spiders of even this realm, as they do us many favors... and if others find me handsome, well, I can’t argue with their kindness, either.”

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darling-choa-ia:

“You’re definitely not from around here,” it was in the way he spoke, carried himself. She was quite intrigued by him and his words of wisdom.”Is it to personal to ask where you’re from?” She didn’t know him well enough to make him answer the question. He was incredibly large and broad, one strike from him could easily send her brain into a world of darkness. She wasnt ready to tempt those fates just yet.

Instead she smiled and introduced herself, uuaing her natural charm to try and keep things upbeat and pleasant. “I’m Choa, it’s lovely to meet you.” She kept her eyes on him studying him and his reactions, she was learning more about him than he likely realized.

✲ “Tibet.” The response had been primed from the moment the admittedly strange (or was he just too cripplingly foreign?) woman made her remark about his blatantly muddled process. Within the culture that surrounded their microscopic society, it was painfully easy to stick out like a sore thumb due to practices and ways of thought that felt deviant from the conservative norm, so Tenzin became more sharply aware of the practices of the place he now lived in as each and every interaction passed. From beginning to end, a minute was worth sixty glances, thirty thoughts, fifteen expressions, but only a single action: the absence thereof. 

✲ The broad-shouldered shifter sat still like a statue, studying and processing incessantly. His hunting instinct processed threats and understood others through swift thin-slicing judgement calls; this woman, Choa, might have had her own process, but how many a carcass to account for its effectiveness? “A pleasure. Now, I may ask, despite how rude it may seem: what do you do at the academy? Are you a student, a teacher? Or do you simply live in the village?”

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Chunji gave off an impressed smile, of course a teacher would be so polite but this man seemed like one of the teachers who weren’t so full of themselves, yes most of them were older but still it irked him when they spoke so rudely to certain people, maybe it was an asserting some sort of a dominance thing ”oh my, its nice to meet someone with such sweet manners, everyone here is like that- most~ but I’ll remember that Mister Tenzin”  his lips pulled back into a chuckle, he understood how confusing it could be to shake hands and bow when you weren’t from around here “your class is interesting to me” he shook hands with the man and pursed his lips deep in thought, he didn’t really was a big fan of sports unless it had to do with blades “I can’t say I know much about your class so maybe that’s why I’d like to know  a little more”

✲ Perhaps the juxtaposition of the relaxed demeanor the smaller had with the new teacher was related to the latter’s background as a disciplined son of a tribe of monks, or maybe the powerful were-animal was so simply confident in his power that feeling the need to flaunt it through interpersonal dialogue and social dominance felt unnecessary - and not only that, but rude, and cringe-worthy. Tenzin’s self-awareness didn’t mean to speak for the academy’s demographic as a whole, but the people who populated the hallowed grounds fascinated them in their odd similarities; he had expected less, from such an eccentrically diverse collection of typical terrestrials. “I’m happy to hear that my attitude suits the situation.” The Adonis of strength met the presumably younger boy’s hand with only a soft gesture, sure to not cause any harm as Chunji’s words painted a pleased smile across the bronze curvature of his toned visage. “Oh, you’ve taken interest? In which one, academic manipulation, or the more amusing football team?”

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ian-ia:

“Boy? Now you sound like my father.” Ian huffed at the insult but felt it shaken off. “You don’t even look older than me, boy. Ha.” Shaking his head, he shook the other’s hand. His eyebrows immediately went up at the word teacher. Another one? “You look so young though… what kind of thing do you teach?” He asked in mild curiosity as his eyes inspected the complex of Tenzin. “And please do tell me your secret hiding spot for the fountain of youth. I’m pretty curious myself about your ageless-ness.” Was that a word? Not in Russian or Korea but if not, Ian made it into one.

✲ “There’s simply no other word that I know of in your language, to describe— Well... I suppose tutor would be a concise descriptor. I am not a professor, and hardly a teacher; Mister Tenzin feels alright in the correct context. I planned to contact the academy for personal reasons, but job offerings at Insolitus led me to decide that offering my very own experiences and thoroughly analyzed background as packaged knowledge would be doing a favor for the students. After all, multiple perspectives are considered best in education.” The broad-shouldered shifter offered a warm smile and a polite, friendly nod of his head, hoping that either gesture would welcome his own playful demeanor to the dialogue, in case his terms had been too strong prior. “I am only so old in mortal years, but the tainted blood of a darkspawn travels and creates energy in an intriguing fashion.”

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"Welcome to the academy, sir," The sun sprite bowed his head politely to the taller man. "Please enjoy your stay here."

“Ahh, thank you, stranger.” He replied politely, offering a thoughtless nod to the smaller, who he must have seen around before. “That, I will. I’m Tenzin, by the way. If you need anything, then you know where to find me. My office is centrally located.”

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RUN.                                                         LUHAN / TENZIN

❅ Iɴ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ, Tᴇɴᴢɪɴ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪsᴛɪᴄ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ nail with humanity, a concept egotistically separating itself by way of a sociological echelon. The hierarchy of homo sapiens as above animals regardless of theoretical proposition was powerful and pertinent within a contemporary global environment, smaller cultural crowds and economic standby defining each region differently. Human love had conquered each globalized portion of either of the were-animal’s neural hemisphere; this idea of predispositional intimacy transcended the boundaries of space, time, and people. It was a simple matter of fact: like wolves, humans seems to desired monogamy... and yet, sexuality as a whole became fascinatingly othered when the latter made ‘home’ in their respective lands.

❅ Before meeting Westernized romance personally in India, the shifter often met these awkward cravings. His monk fathers taught him perseverance, diligence, patience, concentration, focus, intelligence, wisdom, and both mental and emotional purity; in the wild, while hunting and training his theoretically just as perfect and modelesque physique, survival, instinct; raw, guttural, and intuitive reactions; and breeding took precedent. It was within this setting that the pure-blood realized that - within the groupish behavior and communal practice he typically rejected or ignored - the broad-shouldered talent embodied that of an alpha. He was dominant, assertive, straightforward, blunt, and had an uncanny knack for sternly setting things on the right path... on his way. Although not meant to become an overtly sexual commentary, it is how thoughts driven by the human Id become so similar to animalistic properties that explain why and how the undocumented Tibetan national behaves the way that he does. 

❅ Fight or flight is a similar proposition: if all else fails in the pursuit of literal self-defense, then evade, and escape. Run. Tenzin ran. The woods surrounding Insolitus were not as snowy as the werewolf was used to, nor were they as he preferred, but just the musk that naturally attracted mates and threatened predator and prey alike made each nook and cranny his home. The powerful and experienced male of many a matter jolted beneath the moon this evening out of instinct, and just as the aforementioned concepts within nature and the were-animal’s own behaviors as a result, this process was involuntary, and felt like a survival-related must. The smaller was within his sights - the foreigner ran to find, to fight, if need be - but a sense of vague familiarity (an aura of innocence and obnoxious vulnerability, at that) crowded the much larger’s mind. 

                                                                           “You!”                             ( lu-ge-ia )