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Artair with SOBBED

Glimpses of the Past SOBBED: a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down

The path to the surface is short.

He rushes, half blind through the dark. The walls are closer, the further he sprint-stumbles. He clutches his cargo tightly; two glass anchors, both damaged, though one in far greater disrepair. They beat sluggishly where he cradles them, and it only spurs him onward, until the solid rock is grazing both shoulders. He leaves streaks of black-like ink and deep dark red along the walls in his reckless speed. He doesn't dare slow, not even when the walls are almost crushing him, and he's clawing at the earth to dig. It hurts, he can only do this with the adrenaline. But just a little more. Just a little more. He's so tired but it's just one more push.

A rumble from below highlights the need for his haste. The frayed ribbons of his muscles flex and push. His teeth sink into his lip.

It's so painfully thin, a fissure where he can see the sky above. He sinks in between the cragged stones, forcing more away with a stained hand. Small stones bounce on the floor and larger ones thud. Dirt smears his face, blending with the viscous black clinging to it, painting his skin, and making a tacky paste. Artair's head pounded like it was trying to break it's own crack to the sky, but he didn't know if it was the injuries, the way this place was swelling and falling apart, or the spilling magic that was bleeding out of him.

He can't focus. He can't think-- he just pushes, scrapes, drags himself along those rocky steppes. He forces through inch by inch at the crawl of a snail, until he breaches the opening with his leg. He pushes-- his torso follows after a painful drag against wall, as does his arm, still curled at his side with the anchors. His leg follows, and he's free. He spills onto the mossy ground. He can't stop moving, can't afford to. He assembles himself, scoops the anchors, and sprints across the trembling green.

But Artair does look up; he's in tatters and unrepairable and it's the most beautiful sky he's ever seen.

The rumbles are turning to cracking earth. More fissures are opening behind him. He pours on the speed, running directionless, so long as it takes him away. Hexagonal pillars of basalt collapse, leaving deep pits back to the depths he'd escaped. The billowing smell of moss and decay mushrooms from below, and his stomach knots.

He keeps running. He staggers, sways, but his feet stay under him; they carry him further and further in hazy, panicked disarray. Every passing beat the damage he's suffered threatens to send him down to the ground, but he forces each agonizing step, forces himself just a little further. He needs to survive.

The word beats like a drum against his skull. Maybe that's his pulse. He pushes on, along the downward slope. Maybe he'll be fast enough, if he follows the inselberg to the base. He falls once, scraping the useless remains of his arm against the ground. He shifts into a roll, before pushing with the momentum back into tearing down the mountainside.

He hits pine-straw, and his footing is tenuous. he slips, between the needles on the ground and patches of damp mud. He feels numb enough that any mistep or drop is far away. Speckles and darkness halo his vision. Neither slows his pace, taking lashing branches to his arm and face, taking boiling breaths and the strain on his barely functioning body without stopping, careening as fast as humanly possible from that place.

His feet hurt-- his lungs hurt, everything hurts-- he's barely functioning now, but--- he has them. He has to push on, push on until it's safe- keep going, keep going keep going keep going-- The words fall to senseless noise as they run into each other, but he grips them like a lifeline. The woods get deeper, darker, and he knows he's losing himself even further, and turning the eye of anything that lurks. It's the wrong way, surely, to get somewhere safe. To get back to one of Lament's marked paths, or to his house out here.

But it's safer still than where the earth was swallowing the surface. He only slowed once the rumbles were a distant memory, no longer under his feet. And even still, he carried on while catching ragged breaths, just a little further to be sure. He trips again on numb feet, but this time he stays down, hitting his knees with shaking shoulders. He's lost, almost alone and he can barely hold that thought between his fingers. His skin is crawling, still burning, still itching all the way to his core. He fingernails ache to bite into flesh, to pull it off somehow so he doesn't have to feel it, or this contamination plastered to his skin.

His body curls forward, without his say-so. He wants to touch the remains of his left arm, to wipe at what he knows is more than ichor and muck and water, but he can't bare the thought of not having Lament and Error's anchors touching him. If he let them go they might disappear, or something else might happen. He has to protect them, he's already put them through all of this, he has to keep them safe he has to---

His shudders from all the sensations, and sinks lower still. His legs splay on either side of his thighs where he's seated, and he hugs those beating hearts to his own chest. The sound of grinding glass pulls him back, and his teary gaze runs over their surfaces.

Lament's is damaged, slightly, darker than it should be, but it still looks strong, and beats with regular rhythm. Error's--- it's damaged, it has been since he first laid eyes on it, but now it seems dulled further, listless with the barest, weakest beat at a much slower pace. A mournful keen escapes the hollowed core of his chest.

"A-Artair?" A hand touches his shoulder. It's heavy, shaking, he can feel the tremor in the palm where it places itself against his shoulder. He knows Lament without looking up. He doesn't have the energy to answer, failing him yet again. His eyes are on the anchors. They're damaged, damaged from chasing after him into the dark-- it was his fault. He'd almost lost them. He'd almost fucking murdered them again by being whatever the fuck was---was wrong with him.

He's.....

He curls again, into a kowtow, shaking where he can't stop himself, but rigidly stiff and unmoving where his joints are locked in place. "I--- I'm sorry--- I'm so sorry-- I'm sorry--"

"Hey." He's faintly aware of movement, of a knee entering the peripheries of his vision. He feels tugs to his hoodie, all he's got left to wear, trying to pull the rest of his body with it. He resists. Resists the comfort he shouldn't have. This is all his fucking fault-- he's sorry---

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, Starlight." Lament's voice is meant to soothe and it's so soft and gentle it hurts all the more, like a searing brand against his beating heart. He hates it he hates it because he wants it. He wants to curl up in Lament's arms and pretend he doesn't exist, doesn't ruin everything he touches. But he does.

"I-it was-- It was--" He cowers like a chastised animal to Lament's gentle comfort. He shies away from the touch. "I-- it grabbed me-- I left the path-- my fault I'm sorry--you got hurt for me--- I feel it-- it hurts--- it hurts i know it does i'm so sorry." Hands were pulling him now, more insistent. He doesn't give in to the warmth; he stays wrapped around those anchors, all paralyzed limbs and sharp angles. The arms that wrap around him choke something free from his throat, and he crumbles into ruins under fingertips brushing through his damp, matted hair.

"We're okay, Starlight. It's okay now." A squeeze that nearly unmakes him. "Its not your fault. It's not."

"I--- it took me--- I went--- Error-- he's--" A sob threatens to break him further, to shatter him to pieces. His voice has to stop. It rises in his throat and he locks it there.

The energy too, the boundless depths of it he'd taken in, roiled inside him like a restless beast. An impulse takes him, and he brings the anchors to his face. A warm breath passes from him, exhaled slow over the glass with his lips just touching the surface. With it, comes a fraction of that power, first as a trickle and then as a flood, an electric current of vitality. He doesn't want it-- they both can have it, if it helps them, even a fraction.

More energy was donated to Error-- he pushed it into them, the only way he knew, pushing more and more and so much of the excess he'd been given--- he didn't want it. Didn't care. He needed his friends, needed them alright, and if it wrung him dry he'd accept it, welcome it even, if it meant they came out of this almost unscathed. He knows some of the cracks are his fault--- maybe this would be enough for them to mend them, to make up for something.

"Wha--" He could feel Lament's shock like a distant ripple behind his focus. It shifted to concern, but it didn't slow his gift. He offered it to them, tenderly. "Artair... you can....when...." There's a pause above him, and then a sigh. He can feel a pang like hunger, in his gut. "Artair. Don't... don't give too much."

He ignored him. He was--- he was doused in viscous black slime, in blood and tears and blood and ancient waters filled with equally old magics. He was in ruins, and there's ghostly impressions still skimming his skin, touching like hands that made him want to pull his hair from his head. He focuses harder, curled over the anchors and pushing everything he has at them, desperate.

Fix it fix it fix it fix it come back come back come back---

His nose bled, a line of gold. He just wanted them to be okay--- that's all that mattered. He watches Error's pink heart shimmer with gold threads in a pattern from where he'd pressed his lips. The fissures were dangerously wide in his anchor, but the slivers of light move and weave through the glass, forming sutures. The cracks themselves shimmer with the same light, and as the 'threads' pull taut, they narrow, glittering with kintsugi gold instead.

He can feel Error there now, beneath his lips, the presence of him, stronger now. It tastes like kitchen spices and tingles his tongue. The anchor itself gives a thump, a beat like a heart. Then another. They grow in pace, in strength. A flourish of pastel flames, and he's there now, laying against his lap, his hair a mess of spilling locks over his pants.

If there was a threat of tears before, they're a promise now. Artair feels the sob that leaves him vibrate his ribs and run down his spine. His fingers move, motioning midair as if to clutch to Error, and only stopping short. He curls his hand instead to his chest, bracing his knuckles against his mouth as if to stifle himself. From what he isn't sure. But Error is there. He's still there. He's so perfect too, so pristine and fresh from his anchor and-- looking so much better than when he'd retreated into it in the first place.

But his own fingers were still stained black with that corrupted substance.

Artair sways now, the loss of energy like an endless void in his chest, something cold and heavy. But it was worth it, and all he can manage is a smile through thickening tears. He's there, warm, right there, right at his knees, over his legs. He gives still, even now; his eyes cross and his head splits, but he pours it into both of them, everything he has. His eyes wont' stop running, gazing at Error, at Lament, at both of them.

It's all so much-- too much. Another sob wracks him. He wants to throw himself over them, covering them with his frail body as if that might protect them from the world. But he can't-- he's tainted, and--- he's the cause. The root of all problems, the epicenter of misfortune like the eye of a bullshit hurricane where everything seems so calm, but it's all a lie and it gets everyone killed.

His face screws up in pain, but he dips his head to hide it-- it'd be wrong, to make them carry that too, when they've already sacrificed so much. Instead his hand plants on the earth on the other side of Error's waist to where he sits, and he hovers over his unconscious form. He doesn't touch him, doesn't contaminate him, but stays there, still sobbing in silent tears with shaking shoulders. His hand feels like fire, swollen from injury and covered in dirt digging himself from the earth. His skin is ripped and he's bleeding, but all he can do is stare at the soft expression on Error's face. He doesn't know what he wants to do, what the point of this is. And still he does it, watching until his eyes are too blurry to do so.

He shifts and rubs at them and they burn, it all burns. His skin feels worse too, like something is seeping inside him from cuts and scrapes and dissolving what it finds until he's cold and numb. He weeps harder, and screams. It shatters the moment and scrapes his throat raw and does nothing at all. He screams at the world, at this moment, at everything, all of it. It cuts out near as swift as it ripped from his throat. He sits in the following silence, hurting, hurting inside and out and down to his core where it feels like the pieces of him are snapping apart. Instincts make him want to screw his eyes shut, and block it all out, but he can't take his eyes away from Error. The moment he does, he might disappear.

"T-take him-- take him-- I can't touch him Lament. You have to carry him." He speaks, finally, breaking the silence he'd rendered. "Have to get him--- somewhere. 'Snot safe here, can feel it. You-- you have to carry him. I can't-- I can't-- I'm sorry." He rocks, but it doesn't make him feel better. "Please--- please?"

The expression on Lament's face reeks of pity, and it shames him until his throat closes. "Okay... I will, Artair. I will." There's a crack in his voice that sends a new fissure through him, but he can't respond further. He can only wipe at his tears and smear more of this disgusting ichor on his face.

Lament gathers Error in his arms, and lifts him without trouble; his weight is nothing as a spirit. Artair nods his gratitude, before pushing Error's anchor into Error's lap where he's curled, forming a space to house it safely. He feels something dripping in his hoodie, but he ignores it, taking the time to fix it so they won't fall. Error's anchor floats instead, gliding to its place on the chain at his waist, tucked in his pocket. But even that small movement is a precious gift now.

"Th--thank you. Thank you, Lament." He presses a chaste kiss to Lament's anchor, and offers some of his remaining energy. He's got nothing but fumes left, but it makes him feel better. If Lament can use it to heal, to have the strength for the trip ahead, then he could use it better. He sniffles, clutching the beating heart close. He sways as he closes his eyes, staying pressed against the glass. "I'm..... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry......"

He saw a shiver run through Lament where he stood. "...Come on, Starlight. Let's get you cleaned up and looked after."

Lament's gaze was intense as he looked down at him. He felt a thousand miles beneath him. He knows he isn't angry, but he can't tell what he feels right now, and it's... unsettling. "I--- I'll follow you." He sniffles one last time, before nodding. Lament frowns as he says it.

"Will you be able to walk by yourself?" There's something, but he's too tired to parse the complexity of it.

"I.... I don't want you to touch me." He gestured to all of himself with an emphatic swing of his hand, at his soiled clothing and his inked skin, at his bloodstains and the dirt gritted against him. "I don't-- don't want anyone to. To touch me.--- and----...." His voice gives out, and he shrinks ever further, fingers placing Lament's anchor where he'd nestled Error's own with delicacy. "I.....I can walk... I-if we go slow, I'll be fine."

"Artair.....it's okay. To touch me. But i won't force you. I'll draw you a bath once we get back, if you want." The pity is back again. and he-- he can't. He can't, he can't touch Lament, he can't touch any of them, he'd hurt them he'd stain them he'd make this worse somehow, he couldn't, he had to do this alone--.

He doesn't answer, but when Lament moves, he follows. He holds himself with his arm, staring off with an unfocused gaze at Lament's feet, shuffling after him with almost robotic steps, and tears still streaking his face.

#answering things #ask meme answers #headcanon meme #Error #Error Rivera-Flores #Lament- Deceased #headcanon #error headcanon #cw blood #cw injury #my original writing #my original stuff #i rewrote a scene from an rp forever ago as a drabble and it was a lot of fun!#long post #last one is cute and fluffy i swear #drabble #Artair Kingston #Artair #Artair Headcanon

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ferinehuntressmoved · 5 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :　Panda

PRONOUNS :　She / Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION :　Discord. While I can use tumblr dms, I most likely might miss them. Discord is the best form of communication for me.

NAME OF MUSE(S) :　Primary muses are Caitlyn Kiramman & Ahri. Secondary are Mel Medarda & Aloy. Tertiary are Elora & Vi. By Request is Nidalee & Janna

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) :　Holy shit, you want me to count that far back. You want me to tell you how old I really am!?! So, I started to roleplay when computers were pretty new to houses. YES! I was one of those kids that was graced by the first computers in houses! I think my first computer was a IMB one or something, but I started playing on a computer with internet back in 2000. My parents didn't have a lot of money so we couldn't get an earlier computer; this was a gift from a friend at church for me. It had Windows 98 I think or something. I don't know.

Anyway, got distracted, but when that came around, one of the first forums every I think that had roleplaying on the web was called Avidgamers. I played Pokemon as a self insert character. One liner diaster writer I was. So yeah, I've been roleplaying for about 23 years now, but in terms of writing, I have been writing stories since I was 9 years old, so that is about 26 years (I use to also write self insert stories in Sailor Moon or Pokemon or things like that XD). Anywho, I went on a tangent, anyone who reads this your amazing.

BEST EXPERIENCE :　Oh man, I'm not sure. There are so many things that could be my best. I use to own forums before, I had some amazing partners. I miss them dearly and I hope they are doing amazing things now. Honestly, I think its just the level of growth I've had over the years. From going to being a self-insert writer who could only write a line or two, to now trying to expand my writing and doing more. To be more quality then quantity, but also meeting partners who absolutely challenge me to write better and be better. I want to be good for people, but there are those partners that absolutely push me to try even harder and be even better.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS :　I'm not saying this is a pet peeve? but I typically stray away from one liners or massive purple prose writing that I don't understand what I'm reading. While I never deny anyone's choice of writing, these are the things I tend to stay away from because I personally cannot write them. I can't really say what my pet peeves are? I probably have some but I don't know of the top of my mind.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT :　I am, hands down, an absolute fiend for angst. I know it might be overwhelming for some people but I really find it carthatic for myself? and have a double enjoyment of angst that turns to fluff. I like to call it Angsty Fluff, or Fluffy Angst. The bonding of two people in difficult moments whether that is fighting to survive death or helping someone through a rough period. Two people, bonding and encouraging each other is something I really enjoy to write. I also don't mind writing smut, I actually enjoy it but I do tend to write smut with people who I heavily plot with often.

PLOTS OR MEMES :　Plots. While I post memes a lot, I do try to create a plot line to those memes too. I need some kidn of foundation. I am not looking for a written out script we have to follow to a T, that's not what I mean. What I am looking for is just like this idea to build around, maybe even talking about our muses connections and waht they are dealing with at the time. That kind of foundation and design really helps me feel more connected to our msues and the writing. I love memes, but I tend to only continue memes with people I plot with a lot.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES :　I love long threads. like you don't have to apologize for anything because I thrive on really long replies. I have had replies go up to 1.5k words, which absolutely thrills me. The shortest replies I can do is maybe 2 paragraphs. Any shorter then that, and I tend to loose interest and have to drop it.

BEST TIME TO WRITE :　Honestly, no idea. I am far more productive at night my time (CST). I tend to stay up til 2 or 3am.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) :　Caitlyn is very much my muse, so much so we relate on many different levels. I understand her deeply and I'm very connected to her. As for my other muses, yes and now. But caitlyn, hands down, is almost like a part of me that I get to write fully.

➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [ : ] @knifvd - Thank you dear ♡ ➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ : ] @shimmerbeasts, @hexcoremagician, @goldenfists, @futureforged, @goldusk, @gauntlets-shot, @blackrosesmatron, @angelicxlly, @dynaisms, @decidentia, @demacianhcart, @jynxd, @piltover-sharpshooter, @powdied, @ofspvrta, @undercity-prodigy, @torntruth, @tricoloredillusion, @realmyths, @weavertali, and anyone else who wants to.

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tapalslegacy · 2 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN. | respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

because he's handsome? and he has a great personality? haha, memes aside, I love Fallen Order and Survivor. at first, I shit you not, I didn't wanna play Fallen Order because of that GIANT! STUPID! FROG! so I stopped playing but started to really love Cal because I thought he was super cute? and then I was like, "Yeah, no, I can't keep talking about him without having played the game," and was even more motivated to finish it with Survivor coming around the corner.

the reason why I chose him is because of his internal battles. (I'm trying to keep this as spoiler-free as possible!) his internal battles made his character more relatable, and him always feeling like he has to do more than he needs to, like he feels like he needs to carry the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders? i deeply related to that and I think, loving and writing cal, he has taught me to be more patient and more kind to myself. and oh my god he's so handsome.

is there anything you don’t like to write? i used to be afraid of writing action because I felt like i'd be unsure of how to write it, but I've come to love writing action! i can't exactly think of anything I don't like writing. um I'm just a little nervous about writing nsfw but I think if I'm comfortable with my writing partner, then I can give it a shot! me, writing nsfw: what position are they in again?? UHHH but I know I can write smut, I'm just a little nervous that it won't be enjoyable for both parties omg.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? ANGST. AAAAAAAANGST!!!!! AND ROMANCE!!!! i find these facets of rp so so fun. hence why I'm always happy to ship if there's chemistry! i feel like angst helps me explore the character's nature more do a deep dive into the why behind things. WHEN IT HURTS THE HEART YOU KNOW THAT SHIT IS THE GOOD SHIT.

how do you come up with headcanons? it's almost like they come to me lol. i like to think a lot, especially on the verses I am passionate for. like the grand inquisitor cal verse is my absolute favorite and it's so full of angst that it's super fun to just sit back and think about what he would be like in that verse. i just let headcanons come to me naturally while I think about my muses. sometimes I draw inspiration from media, like film or shows. the loth-wolf idea was inspired by art I've seen of princess Mononoke (which I need to watch) and the rebels show? i just want to give cal a GIANT DOGGO to tell the doggo to SICK 'EM.

do you write in silence or do you play music? both! i can do either. music can inspire me.

do you plan your replies or wing them? both. i like to plot with my partners the set up and wing the rest. whatever feels natural. sometimes I have ideas of things I want to include in my replies beforehand, but other than that it's all trial by fire, baby.

do you enjoy shipping? YES, DUDE. i am also open to platonic ships? i just love doing fluffy stuff. i love making cal the dense dumb ass I headcanon him to be. i want him to be a gentleman too, as he is! like he'd give his jacket to his partner. AAAAAAAA I WILL FREAK OUT IF THERE'S CHEMISTRY AND I'M ASKED IF I WANNA SHIP THE MUSES

what’s your alias/name? pen name is yuki!! 雪 / ゆき!! i also go by suzume 雀 / すずめ. my actual name is micah 舞香/まいか though. silly goose. suzu. call me whatever you want. CALL ME KESTIS WATCH ME MELT

age? i am 25!

birthday? october 1st!

favorite color? baby blue, baby pink, violet, orange, white!

favorite song? this changes everyday but i really like saturn by sza rn.

last movie you watched? probably revenge of the sith.

last show you watched? BAD BATCH LETS GO i miss tech

last song you listened to? fullmoon lullaby by porter robinson.

favorite food? i love pizza (pineapples on pizza FTW), chicken marsala, nilaga (filipino dish).

favorite season? winter. i love the snow. i love snowboarding sm.

do you have a tumblr best friend? yee @ghosts-eternal-soulmate . she deals with me and my unhinged thoughts about cal. shoutout to you. ty for being so accepting of me. i also love making new friends so if you wanna plot or just chat, IM me!

TAGGING @ofmagiick @oflightsbeam @lykaiia @red-flight @pawnshopsouls @vuulpecula @wihlted @astradecays @therapardalis @gwiazdowe @eclipsecrowned and you! x

tagged by @valorums hi hi callie! ty!

#𓇻 〵 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇. ( ooc )#i yapped a lot omg #dashboad game : get to know the mun #sorry y'all had to witness me simping for cal. it will happen again. i am actually not sorry.

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findroleplay · 2 months

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looking for a fully literate satosugu roleplay! i generally write around 600 words per response, but have also gone up to 3000 before with some of my novella partners.

i am open to all plot discussions, canon divergence, AUs, fem/genderbents, etc. plot to nsfw ratio will be preferably in the 70/30 range, but depending on the nature of the rp, this is subject to change.

i would love a partner who is willing to engage in ooc chat, share videos, art, memes, etc. with me! i find i am more willing to get a reply out faster to my partners if i have this more personal connection with them.

i am open to showing writing samples if needed before we plot anything.

dark themes are welcome, but as are fluffy plots – i am super versatile in the sense of what i enjoy.

if you are reaching out, please be 18+! but preferably 20+ as i myself am in my twenties. i will be checking your blog!

i can easily play either Satoru or Suguru! i have absolutely no preference for the two and have plenty of experience with both. i also see these two as switches, but it's fine if you don't! i'm good with writing either role in a nsfw dynamic as well.

if we know each other and i contact you, we can also start new threads.

i have been particularly busy lately and try to get out replies ASAP, but there are times when i might need a couple of days to get back to you. i will keep you updated as much as possible in ooc chat so that you know i am not just ghosting.

any other details can be discussed in dms.

#roleplay #rp #satosugu rp

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ghostmemesource · 2 months

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me a 👀 for my muse’s reaction to your muse checking them out.

Alternatively, add 'reverse' for my muse to check out your muse.

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hopefromadoomedtimeline · 3 months

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GET TO KNOW THE ADMIN

name: Joe Mama... jk, yall can call me Thane

pronouns: He/Him/His

preferred comms: Discord or tumblr is where you can most easily reach me... if I can remember to check those places

name of muse: Trunks Briefs

experience in RP: Over a decade now, started on Gaia Online that some friends introduced me to, got dragged over to tumblr by some other friends.

best experiences: Hmmmmmmmmm, none I can think of specifically at this moment, but I've definitely had much more fun with this hobby than I thought I would.

pet peeves/dealbreakers: People putting only a single line after getting a reply that is multiple paragraphs really gets to me for a pet peeve, but harassment of any kind, bigotry, and just in general a failure to respect other muns are deal breakers. Not saying you have to be best friends with everyone, but treat them decently.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): Angst is probably the easiest for me to write about, just because I can figure out ideas of all sorts for it, while I think for fluffy and smutty ideas I feel like I either draw blanks or risk repeating ideas.

plot or memes: Memes are what I'm much more used to and comfortable with, but as someone who wants to get out of my comfort zone, I'm more than happy to try plotting.

long or short replies: I really honestly don't mind either one, I'll always try to match the length of someone's reply, and I don't care what type of reply I get, as long as it's more than one sentence in response to a paragraph or multi paragraph reply.

best time to write: No specific time, just whenever I can focus long enough.

are you like your muse?: Nah, Trunks is much more of a decisive and brave person than I myself am. I'd say the most we have in common is a fondness for swords and some awkwardness, but I far surpass him in that aspect.

tagged by: @peoplcshope (thank u jay)

tagging: idk! Anyone who feels comfortable with talking about themselves ig.

#out of time (ooc)#q

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kirinda-ondo · 5 months

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name — Kateh

pronouns — They/Them

preferred comms — Tumblr DMs, but I'll give you discord if I think you're cool :)

name of muse – Bragi. Aneas, Tomor and Cayenne are locked and loaded to go someday, but for now it's just exclusively Bragi Time /sobs

experience in RP — I've been at it since the DeviantART trenches of like 2008-2009. RPed on tumblr and Discord a lot as well~

best experiences — Growing my characters outside of their canon and in the rare instance, bringing in things into their canon. (ie: Io getting stood up by Tapion leading to her marriage with Toma)

pet peeves / dealbreakers —Idk, don't be a creep? Don't godmod, remember that IC =/= OOC, and please dear god don't make me do the same identical RP plot over and over again for months straight I can't do it again--

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I like comedy, slice of life, just kind of fluffy hanging out nonsense, but I'm also a slut for angst and hurt-comfort scenarios, like let's explore some fuckin TRAUMA AND MENTAL ILLNESS, babey!

plot or memes — Plotting or like open starters/starter calls are so much easier for me, 90% of starter memes are like........ He Would Not Fucking Say That (or He Would Not Fucking Say That To You).

long or short replies — I do my best to match length, but it really depends on the vibe or like how much I can actually say lol

best time to write — Usually the evenings, or during work on slow days. I sit at a computer all day so it's super easy lol

are you like your muse — Lmao not really. I mean we have similar anxiety and gifted kid damage but otherwise we are two very different beasts lol

Tagged By: @theannoyedskittle and @aquariclily

Tagging: lmao nobody on my main that hasn't already been tagged in this has RP blogs to my knowledge, but if you do, steal it (and then tell me what ur blog is maybe I wanna throw Bragi at you--)

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risingshine · 5 months

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NAME: Ruki

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: dms or discord

NAME OF MUSE(S): Mainly Chiasa (and some side muses)

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS)?: ...7 years. hoh boy.

BEST EXPERIENCE: probably roleplaying zenyatta, actually - embodying him really helped with my anxiety and jumpiness, and understanding his loving kindness and perspective of the world really helped me in a tough spot. i do somewhat miss roleplaying with him, but not all good things need to be eternal (not that I don't want to do it when possible)

RP PET PEEVES / DEAL-BREAKERS: thankfully i haven't been subject to any real pet peeves! The only one I can think of is when people consistently don't give me much to work off of in replies, but thankfully that hasn't happened as of late! And even if it does happen its not the end of the world.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I am a soft-hearted bean, so for me it's fluff and smut all the way - mainly fluff. If angst shows up I want to make it a fluffy caring thing.

PLOTS OR MEMES: memes

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Middle of the road? If I have an attention span I like doing few-para replies, but memes have a good place too.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: late night, apparently - which sucks because I do need to sleep at a decent time.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Yeah? Chiasa's personality is what I would think mine would be without the exhaustion or anxiety.

tagged by: @sweet-chimera

tagging: you I guess, I dunno

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gethellbcnt · 5 months

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GUIDELINES

GENERAL

I am in no way affiliated with the companies my muses may be affiliated with, nor do I take credit for any irl pictures that I use for icons, & credit is rightfully given in the ’ ART CREDIT ’ tab on the blog or under the ' CREDITS ' link on the pinned post. Any art that I make & use for icons or make for friends can be used by others for similar uses so long as proper credit is given. Any muses that are not canon belong to me or are created with others.

I do not support drama, unplanned god-modding, force-shipping or interactions, & I do not interact with real-life muses ; ie. markiplier, alexander hamilton, .

NSFW / TRIGGERS

The mun is of legal age, & there will be topics & scenarios that include ( but not limited to ) sex, violence, drugs, abuse, as well as other pressing topics that not everyone may be comfortable writing or reading, given the material of the series.

I will not rp smut with those who are not of legal age nor will I rp sexual threads with underage muses. The muses on this blog are of legal age ( +18 ), but for the muses who are not & for those who would prefer to avoid writing certain explicit scenes, a fade-to-black will ensue & further discussions on the scene(s) will be had to make sure both muns are on the same page with the topic & how it will be planned out. While I don’t have any particular triggers, I am more than happy to tag something if it bothers someone ! Just message me OOC, & I’ll get right onto it ! I tag triggers with ' trigger tw '

SHIPPING

When it comes down to it, I am a multiship blog. I prefer writing with chemistry & I am happy to ship my muses with multiples of another, as each ship is set in it’s own ‘verse & does not cross with other ships ( unless discussed otherwise ).

I tend to be open to most ships, rivals, fluffy, one-sided, frenemies, bff’s - however, I am very new to writing graphically detailed toxic/abusive ships, as i haven't had the chance to write such problematic muses in the past, but I can currently do basic writing on the material !

My blog, while no longer participating in exclusivity or mains, does participate in affiliates !

ACTIVITY STATUS

I do have a life outside of roleplaying & cannot always be here to rp, though I will try my best to keep on top of replies, memes, & threads. Some muses are stronger than others, so some replies will be given more attention than others & that can’t always be helped, so I will also be trying to putt them in the queue for an easier time ! I also have blogs elsewhere, & my attention will at times be more focused on their blogs than this one at times.

I post ooc content a moderate amount ( mostly crack / shitposts / headcanons or metas ), so if you have a low tolerance for ooc posts, then i'm afraid to say this might not be the blog for you ^^

#da rulez /

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ardenssolis · 5 months

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Name — Shi

Pronouns — she/her or they/them

Preferred comms — Discord buuut I don't like giving my Discord out unless we've been interacting and talking for a while nowadays, so I am trapped in the hell known as IM until then. Honestly, though, I have a tendency to get into writing or doing other things and forget anyone talked to me sometimes either way so--- 😭

Name of muse — Ozymandias

Experience in RP — I've been rping since I was a kid back in forever ago before I even really knew what rping was. It all started on a chat site and I wasn't sure what was going on but I liked it LMFAO. I think it was probably about middle school-ish time for me. 6th grade I guess??? So a while.

Best experiences — AAAAA many! I think some of my best experiences rping was when I was doing things with my friends on Twitter and Deviantart. They always inspired me to draw and we were constantly designing characters / joining art rp groups back then which helped me improve drastically. Ughugh I miss doing things like that sometimes.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers — Godmodding. The quickest way to make me drop a thread is making Ozy do something or saying he did something without consulting with me. That's a pretty big dealbreaker for me as I've been put in really uncomfortable situations as a result of people doing this. Also instantly coming at me with ship ideas is a bit of a put off if we like...have literally done one thing / I barely even know you. I had that happen day one of me making Ozy and it almost made me want to leave before I even did anything. Only time I will shake you around and be like, "yeah let's gooooo!" is if we've known one another a long time / I'm comfortable enough to do that.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — That depends. I love writing things where it's deeply discussion based over beliefs, philosophies, and the like. Emotionally charged threads too since that gets my muse really going, but it doesn't need to quite be angst so IDK AAAAAA. Fluff is okay sometimes, although Ozy isn't exactly 'fluffy' most of the time and it's a 50/50 with him and his fickle moods. Smut is nice to write every now and then too because there can be a lot of characterization in intimate moments like this. I don't think I have any kind of definite preference when I think about it -rubs chin-

Plot or memes — Memes usually (or just throwing unprompted stuff in my inbox)! My attention span is absolutely terrible. I like plotting but I have a tendency to slowly lose interest if it goes on for a while as I like getting the barebones as to what we're going to do, have some discussion, then jumping straight into making a thread. Discussing things as we go along and have things already started is just more fascinating for me.

Long or short replies — I loooove long replies, but those tend to be done at a slower pace unless the muse is really gripping me by the throat. I remember the days when I wasn't working and I could get through like ten threads a day or something but thinking about that now has me like, "how did I even do this?" So a nice mixture of short and long is nice! That way I can pick and choose what I feel like replying to that day.

Best time to write — In the weeee hours of the night mainly -- and with music! ////

Are you like your muse — Not even remotely amg. Ozy's too much of everything. He's loud, he's arrogant, and his confidence levels are off the charts on a good day whereas I prefer to be left to my devices, avoiding conversation or faking it till I make it with people, and then dying when I get home because boy was that too much extroverted activity for me FKJSDFHKSDFDS

Tagged by: @lobiita (thank you turbo!)

Tagging: Take it!

#;ooc jabber #;tagged #[I always feel like I'm rambling on these fdsfdsfs]

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