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LIFE-FIBER HUNTER
A returning MOSTLY post-canon Ryuko Matoi. Est. 2014. A traveling vagabond and a fighter on a mission. (Or a delinquent school girl, if that's more your style.)
Indie | Semi-selective | Almost anything goes
18+ on account of Mun pushing 30
Please read [About] and [Rules] OR hit "Read more" if you're on mobile.
[Permanent Starter Call]
[Mun's art for the blog (tag)]
You are highly encouraged to go on the desktop version and read all of this in detail, however here's a brief rundown for mobile users, for the sake of convenience:
Muse: Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill, post-canon AU (other verses available, see below). 25 y.o., traveling Life-Fiber hunter (which gives her reasons to meet all kinds of characters).
Mun: Is very much of age, been roleplaying in various ways for like 15 years and then some.
Rules (in short):
No sexual NSFW here.
Anything goes, from one-liners to novel, from crack to crossovers to angst and blood. (apart from point one in this list.)
Don't overthink it, just shoot me an ask or tag me. Or message me. I'm very chill.
If you want other verse than the default post-canon, pls specify when interacting. Otherwise she will react within those parameters. To canon muses as well, she'll assume you're 8 years older or (if gone during the plot) a trick of some kind.
Sometimes I accidentally write too much 'cause I got too into it. Don't feel like you have to match me. And do tell me if it gets overwhelming.
Godmodding: if you godmod or powerplay me, you give me the right to do it right back. My muse's abilities are powerful and specific enough for that within the basic canon. You've been warned.
Abilities:
[FULL PROFILE HERE (pls click)]
Fast regeneration, super-strength and durability, but not infinite, she can die. Life-Fiber absorption (makes her stronger). Can harden her hands into claws, if need be, but it takes some effort. Can potentially drink blood at a crisis dying point, but would rather not to.
Bonus canon abilities are reserved to be used in case of exceptional crisis (see: godmodding/powermodding or pre-planned over-the-top threads).
Important headcanons:
Aroace (there's plenty an explanation on desktop). (This doesn't mean no shipping. Just a certain kind of shipping.)
While traveling crashes at friends' places chaotically when available. Especially likes to enter Satsuki's home through a window, 'cause it's fun to friendly bicker.
Talks to Senketsu out of habit, after one too many Life-Fibers absorbed she can actually hear him talking back.
Got her scissor blades back, since what else do you fight LF with. At some point had to absorb them too, which now lets her harden her hands into claws... but not for long. It's tiring.
Is down for not traveling alone sometimes, as long as you can handle yourself. Or if you are Mako.
WILL freak out if meeting Ragyo, Nui or Junketsu!Ryuko. (Can use this for angst.)
Verses:
Verse 1: Life-Fiber hunter
Years after the finale, there's a sudden resurgence of Life-Fibers all over the globe due to power-hungry people going into willing contact with them. As the only creature on Earth still capable of going toe-to-toe with them (and not quite managing the "normal" life anyway), Ryuko steps up. Now travels around searching for the things and fighting them. 25 y.o.
Verse 2: OG anime
Ryuko Matoi is a transfer student at Honnouji Academy trying to find out who killed her dad. You know the drill. (Mun can attempt doubling for Senketsu if need be.) 17 y.o.
Verse 2.5: Pre-canon
Ryuko Matoi is a punk-ass student who can't make a friend to save her life and fights everyone on account of chronically not fitting in. Walking trouble. 14-16 y.o.
Verse 3: Cyberpunk AU (2077/Edgerunners inspired)
Basically the canonical events, but slightly aged up and converted for the setting. A high-class corpo school, a loner nomad with a dead father, a corpo-bitch who experimented on hooking her own children up to Blackwall. Life-Fibers are rogue AIs, goku uniforms are implants, Senketsu is a friendly AI and Ryuko doesn't know that she's a digital construct of a dead teenaged stuffed in a highly chipped body. She's also trying not to think too hard about living at the house of an unethical ripperdoc. 18 y.o.
Down to discuss other AUs or crossover multiverse-style.
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So, I want to personally thank @avastyetwats ‘s mun yesterday. She stayed in contact with me during the tornado emergency. This is a screenshot of the tumblr conversation. I’m not editing out the time at the top as I just took it.
Yesterday, I started up the last episode of the 60th Anniversary of Doctor Who and two minutes in I got a tornado warning alert on my phone. I was baffled as it was creepily quiet outside and still. But that often happens just before a tornado, as I’ve been in a few. I still thought maybe it was meant to be a watch until I turned the news on. Rotation had been detected, fast winds and storms coming my way, not yet a confirmed touchdown.
Me checking my tv and and my response was maybe a minute apart. She hunted down my phone number from our previous messaging and stayed in contact with me as everything happened. If you’ve never been in a tornado, let me tell you it’s terrifying. The speed at which I ran to my mother’s room and dragged her out of bed still amazes me. I barked orders, I told her to get up and get in the hall and I returned to the tv.
They started blowing up the Woodlawn/Clarksville area. They pulled up my street and yelled for us to take cover immediately. Within minutes the storm was on us, whipping up wind and pummeling my house with hail. But the tornado right above my head did not touchdown on the ground where I lived. I told her I was okay, my tv signal came through and it had moved VERY VERY quickly over us. Then I saw the cameras from Main Street of Clarksville looking toward our direction. A tornado had touched down in the North Clarksville area. I was safe but I was TERRIFIED for my friends that I knew lived over in that area. Thankfully, they’re all okay. This is the quick picture I took of my tv and had sent to two muns I tagged. These are the cameras as the tornado was spotted.
Our city and county is devastated. There are dead and missing. I’m sort of starting to cry a bit because I so PHENOMENALLY lucky this waited to touchdown until after it had passed me. But I just wanted to let people know in a statement what happened to me personally, and I wanted to thank her for staying in touch via text. Other people weren’t so lucky. I was on the phone all afternoon and into the night until I passed out, checking in and being checked in on.
You know how when a funeral happens, people come out of the woodwork? That’s what yesterday felt like to me. I had people I hadn’t spoken to in years texting me, calling me, hitting me up on social media to see if I was okay. It was the weirdest fucking feeling. I guess more people care about me than I thought. I’ve only just recently in the past months finally made friends in my area and I think I wouldn’t have been as frantic and emotional if I didn’t have them and had been very worried if they were even alive.
Anyway. Thank you again for staying in contact. Also thank you @heroesofbr00klyn for checking up on me during/after it had just moved past. She was busy working so it took her a second to see if said I was in a tornado warning. But thank you both very much for just being there for me like that in the emergency situation.
#out of hands [ooc]#tornado#Clarksville#my account#thank you avastyetwats and heroesofbr00klyn#not using actual names for privacy <3#heroesofbr00klyn#avastyetwats
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Send me "⚓" and I'll generate a random number to see how our muses will take a bath/shower together.
It can be nsfw or fluffy depending on both muns, have fun!
1: Bubble Bath
🫧🛁🧼
@aili-chan 💝
“Hey!” Quinn laughed and shielded herself from a sudden splash of water as the mouseling sent a torrent of soapy suds over the side of the tub.
The fairy shook her head with a wry little smile, giving her wings a quick flutter to dispel any bits of water that may have splashed on them. She rung out a washcloth to scrub a bit of batter out of the girls hair.
“I’ll put it back up in a braid, just the way you like.” She offered. “Perhaps I shan’t use as much dust next time…” Quinnella had tried to speed up the baking of their cheese crumpets by playing a little Tinkers Trick of Tinkering Magic upon the baking pans before they’d gone into the oven.
Well, Baking was just a bit of Tinkering wasn’t it? Just with flour and a different set of tools. So a touch of magic on the metal, she didn’t see the harm at all.
Until the crumpets had blown up in their faces, tossing batter about and messing up the kitchen worse than The Great Berry Battle back in Pixie Hollow.
Poor Lizzy’s fur had gotten so mussed and mucked, a quick floral bubble bath had seemed just the right idea to finish spending their afternoon.
She trailed her fingers along a froth of bubbles, cupping them into her palm and blowing them back at Lizzy as the mouseling giggled and ducked under the surface.
Quinnella enjoyed these little moments of private time with her newfound niece. Even if she might catch some grief from dear Ms. Judson when she returned home after her errands.
🔎🎻⚜️
1: Bubble Bath
🫧🛁🧼
The tub was barely full, coming up only to Quinnella’s midriff. A necessary precaution to keep her from being dragged under and drowned by her own wings. Sparkling bubbles tickle at her navel, floating gaily about as the shower flows lightly overhead, the warm mist of the bath causing the light from her wings to fracture into a shimmering rainbow overhead.
“May I join you?” The inquiry was a mere polite formality. The detective was already halfway through stripping down from his robe, slipping the velvet fabric off his shoulders and tossing it haphazardly on the door hanger.
Quinnella smiles up at him, sidling forward a bit in the tub to make room as Basil steps in from behind.
He pulls her close to his chest after he settles, kissing up the crook of her neck. His expert gaze scans the tiled wall, noting the numerous ornate bottles all hand-crafted by his love. Conditioners, body washes and bath crystals filled to the brim with pungently sweet flowery scents: pine, vanilla, lilac, honey, and rose just to name a mere few. Couple that with a Never Fairies natural subtle scent of cinnamon…
It was no wonder she was so intoxicating. Women and their potions of allurement… it was utter witchcraft.
She was enchantment personified.
“You’ve a whole garden at your disposal.” The detective jests, lathering up his hands with a pungently sweet vanilla tea and berry scented moisturizer.
Ms. Judson had been taking such good care of her, it was close to spoiling. Well… after everything the fairy had been through, he supposed a bit of that was warranted.
Who wouldn’t wish to spoil such a magnificent creature?
“Hmm…” Quinnella sighs contentedly, the cool touch of the body wash a welcome shift from the heat of the water as the detective massages her shoulders. “They remind me of home.”
Well, he couldn’t rightly tease her about that. He had taken note of the lack of candles as well, his fingers tracing ever so gently over the multiple scars of cigarette burns that littered her arms and shoulders, the sight of it making his fur bristle.
He frowns sympathetically, quite pleased she has her back turned to him at present. His pity was the last thing she needed. Just when she was beginning to finally relax and feel… well, he hoped she was beginning to feel as if his home was hers. Despite it all.
Especially after the marvelous night they had just shared with one another... He never wanted it to end.
“Are you alright?” She glances back at him concernedly.
“I couldn’t be happier. Here, with you…” it’s paradise. A calm serenity upon his mind he had never thought possible to achieve until her. She was everything he had never known he’d needed.
She smiles softly, placing a soft kiss upon his cheek. “I feel the same.” She lets out a contented sigh, nestling into his fur, her wings draping gracefully along the rim of the tub.
Basil runs his hands gingerly over her shoulders, down the length of her arms, before snaking round to assist in cleansing her sumptuous breasts.
“Ah! Basil!” She falls back against the fur of his chest as he teases her.
“Mmm you’re so soft…” He chuckles, getting one final lovely squeeze in before she splashes him playfully with water. “You didn’t invite me in just to bathe, did you?” He smirks.
It takes a bit of effort with her wings in their current state, but Quinnella soon manages to turn and face him properly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull herself close. “Mmm when you put it that way… I couldn’t think of anything more relaxing.” 💋
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*+𝙰𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗+*
[[Image made by @reining-disaster]]
Age: 29
Place Of Origin: Baldur’s Gate, Lower City
Race: Human, Black
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Class: Wizard, Urchin
[[This is a Baldur’s Gate 3 OC roleplay blog! This blog is non-selective, non-private, multi-ship, NSFW and the mun is over 18 years old! My rules and about page is right HERE. If you cannot use this link feel free to message me and let me know!]]
((This blog and character are under construction and elements of both him and the blog are subject to change at any time.))
ORIGIN:
Aljari was born and raised in Baldur’s Gate, living with his mother and father as they ran a small general store near the docks of the lower city. His mother a hardworking woman and his father a wizard that’s curiosity and love for magic could not be sated. Even with a wife, son and shop to run he could not let go of his affinity for the arcane. He would go on quests for months on end to find books, artifacts, knowledge from others. All of this he shared with Aljari kick starting his sons equally insatiable hunger for knowledge and magical know-how. As the years went on, into Aljari teen-hood his parents argued and fought and his father would be gone longer, his mother would become drunker and his family would drift further. Once after declaring he was leaving again and on the search for an ancient necromantic artifact he left the small house and never returned. Aljari’s mother fed up with him and all things magic could only frown, sob and complain at her sons shared love for the art. As Aljari’s magical power grew his mother’s distaste and fear of the skills. The arguments became more and more frequent between them, She wished her one and only son would focus on his future, on running the family business, on starting his own family but no. He just had to run around playing with wands and robes.
Aljari told her himself that his love for magic and wizardry surpassed his love for her and if he must choose between the art and his home life then his mind had been made up long ago. At the age of twenty he leaves home for the final time and begins his life as an adventurer. Life is not easy for him. A young man who’s so accustomed to the privileges of such a bustling city would not survive out in the world on his own, this is true usually but somehow, with his wit and intellect- as well as his proficiency with most hand weapons, he lives. He thieves, he earns and he prospers until one strange day…he wakes up in a mind flayer’s ship.
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg icons#bg lockscreens#bg moodboard#bg post#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 fanart#bg3 gale#baldur's gate oc#baldurs gate tav#Baldur’s Gate 3 roleplay#Baldur’s Gate 3 rp#bg3 rp promo#bg3 oc#bg3 karlach#bg3 spoilers#bg3 rp#bg3 roleplay
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Meet the Mun.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
I've actually had Sera as a muse for well over a decade. She's easily one of my oldest muses and ocs, and came about in a period of my life that actually helped contribute to (then unrecognized) PTSD. While she's been through a HELL of a lot more than me, Sera is something of a comfort character and forever my strongest muse, and I don't think there'll ever be a day I'm not writing her. <3
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
I'm not really fond of cheating plots, especially ones taken as a 'just handwave it off' kind of thing? Just not my cup of tea. I'm also not really fond of horror and violence for the sake of violence, again especially when just shrugged off or thrown in for no reason other than shock value/no reason at all, and I definitely don't like plots where all it is is 'A antagonizes B, B has to deal with it with nothing else going on aside from A antagonizing them' - I've had a lot of encounters where I literally couldn't do anything without my muse being shit on every time they showed up or opened their mouth, and it was treated as a joke my muse (and I) should just deal with. Shit's not funny after a while. I also don't like turning EVERYTHING nsfw it the same vein as that, either, being it sexual or not - It's exhausting trying to write a conversation between muses and it boiling down to/derailed into a slew of dirty jokes and innuendos, or a trauma dump in reply to something "what do you want for lunch". A bit is fine and funny, but there's a time for it, in my opinion.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
I do love softer things! Give me relationship building! Give me lore building! Give me meaningful and impactful moments - Some of my favorite threads are ones where I've walked away and learned something new about the muses! <3 I love writing fluff, I love letting the muses just be, but I also love touches of angst occasionally and serious moments just as much. <3
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
Oftentimes they're things I've been thinking of for a while and just had a breakthrough on, or a sudden realization - Things like Sera being a snow phoenix fall under 'sudden realization', while others, like her scars, were a breakthrough from thinking about. A good chunk of the time, they come around via threads making me see something in a new light or my love of reading made me think, or a video game sparked up a few thoughts, and it always tumbles into something massive the more my muse nodes her head and finally opens up in a 'you finally figured me out, here's more detail' babble.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
Both - I usually do better with silence, but if I can't get that, I'll slap on some instrumental type music, oftentimes Lindsey Stirling. Things with lyrics usually serve as a distraction because I want to listen to the vocals over writing. XD
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
Both! A LOT of them are winged, especially since I just let Sera (and Shayan!) do her own thing usually and oftentimes she ends up doing things I didn't expect her to do anyway, but I also like to plan out a little bit a lot, too. That's usually as simple as looking to a partner and going "I think this is going to happen" or "I'd like to touch on this", or even pointing out "hey, here's how my muse feels after that" - But from there it's usually winged, never planned out word for word.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
I love shipping, but unfortunately I've had some pretty horrible experiences with it outside of an incredibly tiny handful of close friends, which's really dashed my desire to jump into it with anyone aside from them. This is actually why I've gone totally singleship and exclusively shipped with @honorisen - I've been burnt so badly over the years I'd rather just keep romantic shipping to a super close friend who knows me and I know just as well in return.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
I go by either Lita, Pom, or Pomberry, the later being a mix of Pomeranian and Tonberry! Though to be fair I also regularly answer to just 'hey you-' as well, and used to go by Pomsky before it got shortened to just Pom! I'm not super picky in which I prefer, so hit me with any of them <3
ᴀɢᴇ?
A good bit over 30-
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
October 13th <3
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
Purple, dark green, and probably a little mid-ranged blues in there too-
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
I spent my childhood in the 90's, so I've gotta say most songs by the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC - With special nods for the later to Bye Bye Bye and Space Cowboy. I also really, REALLY love Lindsey Stirling's Shatter Me and Roundtable Rival, as well as What You're Made Of, and Breaking Benjamin's I will Not Bow and Breath - I could list a ton here, but that's because I'm usually fond of songs and less so of groups in general!
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2! It happened to be on tv, and I can never turn down GotG <3
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
...Prooobably Jeopardy? I don't watch a whole heck of a lot of TV aside from old re-runs of 90's/early 2000's anime, but we watch Jeopardy and Family Feud here during dinner most days, so-
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
Currently have on Space Cowboy by NSYNC! <3
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
Toss up between chicken tetrazini, meatloaf, and bbq ribs <3 Not really a food, but I finally got to try bubble tea/boba and I'm falling in love with that too-
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
Anything that isn't hot as all getout, which is most of the year where I live, unfortunately. x.x' I like spring and fall for that reason especially? And while my health doesn't agree, I LOVE winter and miss it since moving to a warmer climate several years back-
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
Yep yep! <3 @honorisen / @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, and a friend who's unfortunately no longer rp'ing here, but I talk to daily! <3
Tagged: Saphie said steal it SO <3 Stolen from @azure-steel and replaced with cupcakes <3
Tagging: @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, Grab it! <3
#Out Of Poms [OOC]#Seen this floating around so... WHY NOT <3#Will I do this on Thundertide later? Maybe#Not sure yet XD#But also Sera focused - Shayan was a little harder to answer for for personal reasons on some of these so I left him out#Plus Sera IS the primary muse here anyway? <3#Honestly tho I'm pretty chill on a lot of things#I've just had several years straight of really toxic and horrible experiences and had to put my foot down in the last year or two#In regards to things I won't do#If I know I can trust a partner? I'm even MORE chill and relaxed <3 Just wary prior to that a lot
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Sorta selective independent roleplay blog for Senketsu from Kill la Kill. Headcanoned post-canon and canon anime timelines.
Written by Alex who doesn't know when to stop. Follows and interacts from @vagabondfromkanto
Muse, mun, verses and rules are all under the cut:
THE MUSE
Name: Senketsu (Senketsu Matoi for whenever someone demands a surname in a human form)
Age: Technically, as a science experiment, less than a decade. Mentally a young adult.
Gender: Again, technically an alien life form and sometimes a walking skirt, but leans male for convenience. He/him.
Orientation: Ryukosexual Something that includes women, he didn't exactly have time to figure that one out.
Canon storyline (Kill la Kill): A kamui (godrobe) created by Isshin Matoi with the explicit purpose of being worn by Isshin's daughter Ryuko Matoi. Which Senketsu very much did, doing his best to aid her in battles and protect her to the best of his (considerable) abilities. Became her friend (and something more) in the process, evolved, learned to have emotions, free will and decide his own appearance. Fell apart because of power overload in the finale and spent his last remaining strength to get Ryuko back into the atmosphere, in which his physical body burned to ashes. Some part of his consciousness, however, is implied to maybe still be up there.
Abilities per canon: Life-Fiber synchronization, morphing parts of his synchronized form as he evolves (blades, flying).
Non-canon storyline for this blog only: Suspend your disbelief entirely and just believe me when I say that having nothing better to do and missing his time on Earth (and his partner in particular) terribly, he spent a few years (Earth time) collecting stray life fibers drifting in space after their defeat. Upon gathering just enough to fashion himself a new body which will survive the impact, he returned on Earth, having no idea how much time has passed, but determined to either find Ryuko or at least learn what's become of her. It doesn't help that he has never in his life been outside of the few areas they've visited, let alone on his own... or that he doesn't fully know what passing as a human is like.
Here's a literary, fanfic-y description of all that.
Abilities per this storyline: Can morph his body in whatever he wishes. Usually he 'wishes' to either pass as a human to avoid problems and navigate the world better, or to make up outfits for his wearer. That said, if the situation calls,then blades, flying, big teeth and other fun stuff aren't off the table. And this time he can do it on his own.
Icon art is all mine.
How life-fiber synchronization works in this form: Well, either he just transforms into a big dragon-like energy form and carefully chomps the person (see: canonical transformation sequence), or, for special cases, this.
Still needs blood instead of food?: Yes. Though he can attempt to consume human food, it won't bring him much energy or the full taste spectrum like blood does.
VERSES:
Verse: "I will find you"
Generally reserved for all the interactions where he has not yet found his way home or Ryuko.
Verse: "Home"
With @/vindicta-reliquiae and her boys over at @/zantedeschia-praesul. After traveling for a while Senketsu finally made it back to Kanto and got reunited with Ryuko. Now they definitely have a lot to catch up on, issues to work through and things to figure out, but the most important part is that both of them are finally home.
Verse: "Sync and learn what we can do"
Canonical anime timeline interactions.
Verse: "Mix and match"
For interacting with people within vagabondofkanto's verse even though technically this Senketsu does not exist in her verse. Mostly reserved for Karma, who we already headcanoned being friendly with Sen at Honno.
More verses TBA.
THE MUN:
Alex/Tarr, any/all
Very late twenties, therefore of age, been playing for 15+ years
GMT +3, English isn't my first language but I do work with it professionally.
RULES:
I follow from @vagabondfromkanto, but we DON'T have to be mutuals to interact. If I don't get to you it might be for any other reason.
18+ only regardless of the subject or character.
Crossovers, OCs, multiverses, all good.
Multiship: potentially, Ryuko players take highest priority.
NSFW topics will likely get discussed. As for full roleplays - if they do happen, will be tagged and put under read more. Mun's relationship with writing sex is that one Spiderverse gif. "Can't do it on command". (But can do it. We'll see. Altho keep in mind that Senketsu lived among humans for less than a year and there likely wasn't any sex ed in Honnouji. There's a journey to be had for sure >:3 )
No godmodding or powerplaying. Canon does not limit me much in terms of what Senketsu could be capable of if you piss him AND his mun off. So let's both be reasonable.
There is a possibility I'll suddenly start writing replies longer than what we started with. I get carried away. If that annoys you or god forbid makes you feel bad, please do tell.
Magic anons, cracks, crossovers, yes. Angst, violence, canon-typical bloodshed, darker plots, also yes. Fluff and hurt/comfort absolutely yes as well.
I may answer rapid fire, I may disappear for days, I do not control the life or the work or even this brain of mine. Sadly.
If at any point I seem intimidating or like I know what I'm doing rest assured I do everything that I do through anxious screeching (but I DO it).
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hi x3. it's rae (she/they, 25+, cst) once again. my discord user is still available by request to whoever prefers that. anyway i'm the mun behind poe, haeoreum and joaquin. this little shit is yoosu and you can find his profile over here and his pinterest right here. if you leave me a like on this post i'll come around and plot with you! if you'd like to reach out first to plot with yoosu here i'd ask that you either dm me on discord or im me on my main account poe since i'd like to try and keep everything in one place.
ABOUT
yoosu here is a recovering spoiled rich boy, born with a pretty literal silver spoon in his mouth which means growing up he was kind of an entitled little shit
not everything was hunky dory in the kwon household though, see yoosu's parents pretty much never were happy with him. positive attention wasn't a thing it was just little nitpicks about how he could do better or be better or how someone else's son was doing better
yoosu did everything he could to fight for just a crumb of his parents' attention. it didn't really work though, and instead yoosu just learned that no matter what he did he was never good enough which left him chasing after his parents' idea of perfection for most of his life
yoosu began auditioning around rather young thinking that if he could be a celebrity of some kind maybe his parents would finally let up, so yeah...didn't get into an idol for the love of music even though he did later discover that he actually does love music anyway...his audition streak was not good it took him several very long years before he was accepted at canvas labs
being a trainee at canvas labs showed some of yoosu's worst traits, however. he was competitive to a fault and as he had been raised to believe that success was a limited concept and only given to a few "worthy" ones it meant that he was extremely hard to get along with as a trainee because he constantly worried that other trainees were somehow "after" him
life however kind of smacked him straight in the face because his parents eventually stopped communicating with yoosu writing him off in their heads as not their problem anymore. and with no friends around to try and help him pick up the pieces yoosu was left on his own to deal with the feelings of abandonment and anger
not long after that he was taken aside by one of he trainers and basically told if he didn't at least TRY to get along with the other trainees he was going to be cut for his attitude. these two things coinciding basically got yoosu to wake up and at least attempt to be pleasant, his results are kind of mixed as now more people get to see a softer side of him but he's still a competitive little shithead with anger issues so obviously people aren't into that
however, attempting to get along worked and yoosu was eventually granted a debut in newave, he's still on the mend from his previous entitled rich boy antics but he's much better now than he was back in 2020
PLOT IDEAS
yoosu's best friend in newave, their friendship is a bit unexpected because of yoosu being well....yoosu but ever since he's tried turning his life around he figured out that he actually really likes this person and in return they give him a little grace and some space to mess up sometimes
the guy that yoosu cannot get along with for even thirty seconds maybe it's something really serious between them where they get physical or maybe they're just too much alike and it causes bickering
"old friends" less so friends than just acquaintances, these are people who yoosu grew up with but is not necessarily very personal with at most their parents just threw them together for the reputation points
other idols in general or people around idols they can love him or hate him it really doesn't matter too much
anything you can come up with truly
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Stran/ger Th/ings Sick Fic.
Sick Sneezy Ed/die Mun/son has Ste/ve Harri/ngton taking care of him sometime after a dip in the lake and very little sleep. Can be read as Sted/die. Totally self indulgent hurtcomfort.
Person A catching Person Bs sneezes in a handkerchief/bandana.
Non-kink blogs pls do not reblog.
(Edited and added a little more since first posting)
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They had successfully returned from the Upside Down and Steve and Eddie were the only ones still up, sitting on the couch in the living room with infomercials playing at near silent volume in the background.
Steve was just returning with some water for the both of them setting glasses on the table when Eddie sneezed unexpectedly down towards his lap.
"Hh….Hh'CHSHT!...ngh snf."
"Jesus," Steve said with a small jolt of surprise, "Bless you, Munson."
"Snff. Thanks." He muttered distractedly as he rubbed a knuckle under his nose, trying to fight off another sneeze. "Hhh…Snff, snf…huhh…"
Eddie ducked his head, nose brushing his shoulder as he let loose another barely contained sneeze. "Hh-uh-Huh'TSSH…KSSHT.." He let out a shaky exhale.
"Bless you! You feeling alright?" Steve took a step closer eyeing Eddie with concern.
Eddie shrugged trying to look unaffected even as he sniffled, "Been better but I'm…f-fine…really…hhh…"
Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, as he sat down right next to Eddie. "Certainly sneezing alot for someone who's fine, Munson," he stated blandly. Although his expression was soft with concern.
Eddie opened his mouth to reply and instead barely managed to catch another strong sneeze against his forearm. "HUH'rrShhXT…shit.." he scrabbled at his back pocket and pulled out his black bandana bringing it to his nose and blowing as quietly as he could.
Steve reached out a hand and brushed Eddie's bangs to the side, pressing the back of his hand to Eddie's forehead. He felt warm to the touch, probably a low fever. Eddie looked up from behind his makeshift hankie, eyes wide and cheeks flushed at the gentle touch.
"You're sick, aren't you?" Steve asked not really needing confirmation.
"Might have caught a cold from running around all…hh…wet from the…the-huh..HH'GSSHT…" Eddie groaned softly after another fiercely suppressed sneeze, "..from the lake. It's not really a priority," he finished wearily.
"You should get some sleep, Munson. I can probably even dig up some cold medicine for you."
Eddie grimaced, "Not sure I'm ready to Snff sleep. Nightmares…" he admitted, staring down towards the floor. He gave his nose a rub through the bandana and then finally lowered it, revealing his pink rimmed nostrils.
Steve gave a sympathetic frown, all too aware of what being haunted by nightmares was like. "What if you slept here. I can wake you if you show signs you're having a nightmare. Or you could even just lay down for a bit. I can keep watch."
Eddie nibbled his lower lip still not meeting Steve's eyes.
"My lap is a pretty comfy pillow," he offered with a tired but genuine smile, patting at his thighs.
Eddie looked over in surprise, cheeks going pink again at the offer. "I um…snf and if I sneeze on you, man?" He asked with a guilty twist to his lips.
"I think my pajama pants will survive. C'mon Eddie. Get some rest."
At Steve using his first name with such a soft, concerned expression and not a hint of disgust, Eddie gave in. He laid down hesitantly, setting his head into Steve's lap. He rubbed at his nose as it twitched but finally settled, only a little stiff with awkwardness.
"Hh…" Eddie struggled to sit back up as his breath hitched, nostrils fluttering.
"Hey, hey it's okay. Just relax," Steve urged, gently pushing Eddie back down.
"G-gonna…sneeze…"
Steve snatched up Eddie's bandana and pressed it to Eddie's wide flaring nostrils.
"I've got you. Don't fight it," he urged softly.
Eddie gave up the fight, too tired to struggle against Steve's calm insistence. He heaved in a breath and tried to muffle the sneeze into the kerchief.
"Huhhh-MPHHtssh…hh-Huh-NGTshhuh…snffff…." he blinked open watery eyes and glanced up at Steve who was looking at him with a soft sympathetic gaze.
"Bless you," Steve murmured as he wiped Eddie's nose clean. Eddie took the bandana back, looking flushed as he blew his nose before stuffing the cloth back in his pocket.
"Scuse me," Eddie muttered, obviously still embarrassed.
Steve took a chance and brushed a hand through Eddie's hair and he melted under the caress. Steve smiled, happy to see Eddie finally relaxing a bit.
"Is this alright?" he murmured.
"Yeah," Eddie paused, "Thanks, Steve."
"Anytime, Eddie." And Steve petted Eddie's hair until he fell asleep, his soft snoring keeping Steve company as he watched over him.
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❤️ Open to requests for Eddie or Steve, any pairing or gen.
NOW WITH PART 2
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A short writing concerning Silco of “zaunrising” fame, and his life post Arcane.
Nearly having died at the infamous Table due to his adopted daughter reacting out of reflex and shooting him, Silco spent a relatively short time recovering. His deputy, Sevika, took on a larger share of his duties while he was healing and kept him informed of what was happening in Zaun. Rumors spread about Silco’s absence, ranging from the possibility that the aging Chem-Baron was dead, to him having left Zaun to go on vacation, to him retiring, to him being too busy working to meet with anyone, to who knows what else. One thing was for sure: Sevika was keeping The Lanes in check, and the Shimmer selling. Another thing was that the other Chem-Barons were looking entirely too closely as they tried to decide if Silco had slipped up enough to finally give them an opportunity they could take advantage of.
Upon recovering, Silco immediately returned to work, ensuring that all knew he was in fact still alive and still every bit the Chem-Baron who held The Lanes. He also looked for Jinx, wanting to bring his daughter home. His attempt to reach out to Jinx would, for the time being, be futile, as it turned out Jinx fully believed he was dead and that his presence was simply a very strangely real-seeming hallucination. Making a private oath that he would return at a later date to try to convince Jinx of the truth once more, Silco had returned to his work, expecting to see Jinx once more before too much time passed. That expectation would be shattered.
Before he could reach out to Jinx again, a plague found its way to Zaun sweeping through its streets. The time during that plague was both a peaceful time for Silco as the habitual violence of his life faded while disease ran rampant, and a period filled with more death than he’d ever seen before at one time. It was a time that saw him gradually weakened as he devoted resources to aiding Zaun while other Chem-Barons hoarded their money and power. He was weakened, but for as much as he lost, Silco also gained as a particular woman walked into his life during that time. Irisa Avéne (an OC owned by the mun behind @saviourofzaun ).
A strong mage who proved her value by saving a child’s life the first time Silco met her, Irisa would gradually become one of the very few people Silco trusted or cared about. At first simply a valued employee who he put in charge of a medical clinic, Irisa became far more over time, and in fact eventually moved into Silco’s home and bedroom. Alas, the road that led to the two living together had not been in any way easy for the woman; that, however, is a story for another day.
The plague has since faded, and now a new phase in Silco’s life begins. A phase in which he can feel countless eyes upon him and must prepare to fend off attempts from Chem-Barons and gangers to take what is his. A time in which he must find a way both to keep Irisa by his side and also to once more find Jinx, and this time succeed in bringing his daughter home. His eyes opening to the truth that few any more care about The Cause, and that Zaun has well and truly become an enterprise. Silco is tired, of course, and feels as though his work is never ending, even as he starts to wonder if there is any point to the work. At the same time, Silco is finding himself oddly invigorated as he realizes Zaun is returning to normal and that he will be challenged once more. Challenges, after all, give him an opportunity for reprisal and to take more than he ever has before. Attacks on him and upon what is his create openings for him to take advantage of, so long as he doesn’t lose. Loosing, incidentally, is a concept Silco refuses to even consider for one simple reason. If he lost, he’d end up dead, and that was something he simply would not allow to happen. He had a daughter to care for, after all, and Irisa in his life now as well, and regardless of how others felt, The Cause still moved forward. A Free Nation of Zaun still a dream burning within Silco, and even with his doubts and realizations rising up within him, Silco could not imagine that dream fading.
One way or another, Silco will continue moving forward.
A few random notes about Silco.
He no longer covers his scar with makeup.
He now carries a pistol with him.
He is currently learning Ionian.
Even if he doesn’t verbally admit it, he is in a relationship with Irisa Avéne and woe betide any who disrespects or hurts her. The two have been seen together, With Irisa visiting The Last Drop as well as going home to the same house as Silco it is not hard for someone to figure out that something is going on between the two.
Silco has forgiven Jinx and wants her to return home, while understanding that he is alive more than anything else. He does, however, now have a panic response to hearing her minigun, Pow-pow, going off unexpectedly, which causes him to freeze up.
#⌱ THAT DAY I LET A WEAK MAN DIE | SILCO (main verse)#⌱ WERE YOU TEMPTED? | SILCO (headcanons)#⌱ FALLING ANGEL AND RISING DEMON | SILCO & IRISA
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//“What if they kissed?” For Dep/Joseph :]
{ Prompt from here!
Mun note; I'll do different verse stuff >:3 }
~ ` ~ EG!Dep-focused ~ ` ~
"... Myriam, wait."
A quiet sigh. They'd finally taken the offer to leave. How long he had no damn idea but his heart yearned. Ached for them to stay. He knew his chances, however. Why should they stay with a monster like him.
A monster that cared too much for this person.
"... Stay safe, the waters can be tumultuous at this kind of night."
What made him kiss the other, he wouldn't understand. Perhaps God Himself puppeteered the body for a moment to let this happen. A silent admission of feelings.
"You know where to find me. If you want to return, that is."
~ ` ~ ND!Dep-focused ~ ` ~
They'd been together for a while. Through tragedy, through death. So much had changed after the past seventeen years. More over these few weeks. He'd originally seen the Deputy as the cause of these calamities. These deaths and the cause of destruction.
Perhaps it was just himself that caused all of this.
But he couldn't deny how they'd grown close. Finally getting to know each other without weapons gripped in either hand.
There was nothing left for him to go back to anyway, his people all killed his son gone he had nothing but the Deputy. And maybe, as he'd kissed the other in a quiet, private moment that felt strained with this tension the two had built over these weeks, it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be.
#copy that taccom { ask }#fire-rose#muse: joseph seed#joseph seed/myriam hadassah#IT WAS THE TWO STANDING OUT MOST TO ME WJKHADHJAK---#feel free to send in again if you wantttt >:3#actually super fun though ngl wajkhdhja#my writing
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PINNED ;;
RULES ;
Blog is LOW ACTIVITY and SEMI-SELECTIVE to save mun from losing their marbles.
NO MINORS ;; mun is 30+ and will block anyone under 18 on sight.
We all know Navi is Not Popular, but don't be a dick to her. She was a young fairy when she traveled with Link - she's grown and matured. Somewhat.
Shipping is uuuuuuh allowable? I guess? I'm willing to work something out, but I doubt it will happen.
ABOUT THE MUSE ;
A very long time has passed since Navi left Link. Because her task with him was done, she was sent to do other things. She has wanted to return to her friend's side ever since, but she could not find him when she could finally go after him.
Times and lives have passed, and she is certain Link is gone to her forever. She has seen other Links, with other companions, but never hers. She never speaks to those other Links, because they are not the one she most wants to see.
Navi has grown over the years, in magic, strength, and maturity. As such, she has changed quite a bit from the nagging little fairy she used to be.
For any BotW verse she may be involved in, she has been reclusive for a long time, having given up hope of finding her Link long centuries ago. At her age, she has become a Lesser Great Fairy, though she claims no fountain of her own, locking herself away in the Lost Woods.
Maybe some day she'll be needed again.
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Open Starter: Sleeping Beauty
premise: After the Attack on the Statesman, Loki was very shortly not-really in Valhalla, being only mostly-dead. Frigga and him reunite before he’s pulled back to the mortal plane.
Loki touched his chest and felt that his fine Asgardian leather was dirty and battle worn. Last he knew he was… he didn’t want to think about it. It didn’t make sense. Perhaps he got a hold of the Tesseract again somehow? He was outside somewhere standing on stone… he looked up to see a woman in gray and white clothing and his voice caught in his throat. It couldn’t be.
“Mother?”
“Hello, my dear.” She held out her hands like she did a million times before… before.
“I’ve… I…” His dirt and blood covered hands shook as he barely touched hers. It was more than a shock to go from where he was to see her. He had so much to say - to confess, to plead, to be angry about how he was raised without knowledge of where he came from… but no other words came out of his mouth.
“I know.” Frigga squeezed his hands firmly.
He looked more at where they were. It was the end of the bridge over water and amongst mountains. There were buildings ahead nestled in more mountains. Loki couldn't believe he was permitted entrance to Valhalla, but he wasn’t content as he should be according to the stories. He had a swirl of complicated feelings at seeing Frigga again combined with having left his brother on the Statesman in the hands of a enemy. That wouldn’t do, not if he could do some about it. “Thor, he’s alone.”
“You’re gravely injured, but you will return to the land of the living.”
That was strange. He hadn’t heard of anyone visiting the lands of the dead. “Then why am I here?”
“Can’t a mother wish to see her child?”
Loki felt tears in his eyes. Even after everything, it was good to see her. “It pleases me beyond words to see you.”
“I feel the same. Now our time has run out.” She pressed up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Be well.”
Loki felt a pull and he felt like he was underwater. He struggled to breathe and even think. He couldn’t open his eyes or move, but he heard the buzzing and humming of machines of some kind. He felt something scanning his mind, but he was a sorcerer and refused whatever it was entrance. He had to fight and fight and it never ended. Occasionally there was a pain in his arms, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to wake up…
He gasped. Finally. Finally. He opened his eyes, but it was too bright, so he shielded his face with his hand. He could tell someone was there and didn’t know if they were friend or foe. “Where am I?”
Notes from Mischief Mun: When and where does Loki wake up? So many options.
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the sun has started to rise over the skyline of the city, warm light starting to shine over the streets. as it begins to wash over the city, the sun brings clarity and, slowly, those who had been overtaken by the darkness of the magic begin to feel their senses return. citizens of dc begin to feel more and more like themselves as the morning continues on, leaving them with the harsh reality of what had happened the night before when they had little control over their thoughts. it’s time to go home, rest up, and begin repairing the relationships that had been tested on this fateful valentine’s day. what will this new beginning bring for you?
spring is right around the corner, the final holiday of the winter finally coming to an end and we hope this mini event has helped spark some muse and bring some fun into the end of winter! we are so so excited to see how much love this mini event got, and cannot wait for our next full one. y’all really are incredible!! but, with that being said, violentine’s day has finally come to an end! please, from this point on, do not post any new conversations regarding the event ( new starters, or replies to open event starters )!! that being said, you may continue to wrap up your event conversations, put a nice ending to them, find a good stopping point, or adapt them to work outside the event!! from here on out, the city is trying to get back to normal, citizens are all awoken, and it’s time to start repairing those relationships-- if you can. like always, to make that transition easier, each mun will be allowed ONE free starter, for the next 24 hours only! after that, our rules go back into place full force! remember that is one starter per mun! not per character!! we just want to say we are so thankful for the love you all show to these events, so thank you for the continued support and we are even more excited to celebrate hidden’s 5 year anniversary next month with you all!
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Runaway Heir au
Prologue: Late night story
"Earthbread. . . it was home to many beasts alike. Those who flew through the skies. Those who lived deep under the surface of water or ground. One's who stalked forests and hunted through blizzards. . . They all came, and as fast as they did, most of them left. . . all except a few. The most plentiful were our own kind. The Dragons. . . we ruled from the skies to deep under ground. It was a true paradise for our. . . and then there were the main five. The Red dragon of Flames. The gold dragon of the earth. The blue dragon of water. The violet dragon of darkness. And of course-"
"Papaa..!"
A small voice squeaked out. It was a late night in The Longan palace. Everything was quiet and still, just as the dragon theirself liked it, But all except for the young cookie whome the dragon was holding in their arms oh so carefully. Unlike the dragon though, the much younger one was much more energetic. Outspoken.
"..Mhmhmh, Yes, And then there is me, My little one. Now, please settle down."
"Okay..!"
The Ivory dragon's face soften slightly in a smile as they stood up from their throne and started walking while carrying their child in their arms.
"Not everything lasted though... Our kind slowly died off until there was very few left... Then those so-called cookies came to be... The age of dragons.. Was over.. But, not to worry, My child. It will make it's return soon... And you'll get to see how everything should've remained."
They spoke simply. The young dragon nodded before pausing.
"..Papa, are cookies dangerous..?"
"Only certain ones, My child... Most are just- Pests. . ."
The sound of disgust in the dragon's tone was audible, but they soon sighed and the disgusted tone vanished. They looked up at the dark sky then gazed back down at the young dragon in their arms. Who soon yawned quietly and rubbed their eyes.
"It is late, My child. It is time for you to go to sleep now. You promised that you would go sleep after I told you the story again.."
They smiled, lightly tapping a claw on the young dragon's nose.
"I know, Papa.. But the story isn't over, is it..?
"Mh.. I suppose not, My child. I suppose not... But it can be continued tomorrow. A little prince such as yourself needs his sleep."
The dragon then slowly walked to their son's room. Gently laying him down and tucking him in. It wasn't long until the young dragon was peacefully dreaming away.
"Goodnight, My dearest son.. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
They whispered before blowing out the candles in the room then exiting quietly. The dragon soon stopped, spying their right hand.
"Snakefruit. . . what are you doing here? You should be with the other snakes. . ."
"Sssorry, my dragon..! I jussst wanted to check on the young prince.."
"My son is fine. . . now, return to your duties. And leave him to sleep."
"I-"
The dragon glared at them coldly. Snakefruit immediately shrunk back a bit.
"Yesss, massster..."
"Good.. Now go."
Snakefruit nodded quietly and left. Longan just sighed quietly.
What were they going to do when Snakefruit inevitably tries to manipulate their son. . ? They'll just have to make sure that won't happen. As for their son, his future was... Unknown to them.
Little did they know how different he will grow up to be.
Writer/mun note: I finally decided to ACTUALLY FUCKING TYPE THIS AU AS A STORY- i am actually very self-conscious about how I write things so- please bare with me on this little side series next to the actual ask blog, okay? I'll probably make this au it's own ask blog at some point in the future if you guys enjoy it enough. Though, that does bring me to another thing, I got a job now! So I will possibly not be as active as I would normally. Any posts you may see in the future would either premade and queued, quick answers, answered on break, or when I'm off work! If this story isn't up to your taste, check out @asks-cookies-and-chaos and or @teabrain! Both of them have amazing art, writing, and aus that you would probably enjoy! Anyways, have a good day or night, everyone! This is Ann, your Elderage abomination, signing off!
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WELCOME TO NEW HAWINS , INDIANA.
a modern au stranger things discord rp.
seven years ago , the last fight against vecna and eleven had taken place. half of hawkins was destroyed and many casualties had taken place. among those casualties were : eleven , will byers , dustin henderson , robin buckley , and argyle but even among the grief - there was a feeling of relief. with will's help , eleven had finally defeated vecna and the connection between the real world and the upside down was finally closed. as the years went on , hawkins rebuilt but the memory of those lost felt fresh to many. the summer night felt like any other ; except for the eerie green light that filled the night sky from lover's lake. and upon the misty morning , something felt off. and when max mayfield finally opened her eyes from her seven year coma , billy hargove was standing over her hospital bed - will byers was waking up in his dust covered bed , robin buckley was jolted awake by a scream from a long lost friend , eddie munson was dazed and confused as he sat in the rust covered van in the woods near a once trailer park , barbara holland was seen staggering away from the backyard of steve harrington's home.... new hawkins would never be the same as those that had been lost are suddenly back as if no time had passed. older but with no memory of the time after their deaths.... everyone has to learn how to live again and everyone has to learn how to deal with the eerie feeling around the returned and how to deal with their sudden emotions of them. after all ; grief changes people.
all muses are 21+. muns must be 20!
lgbtqa+ friendly!
s/fw and n/sfw channels!
friendly and drama free environment OC's allowed but can not intertwine with canon characters unless plotted with that character's mun first!
small group. 15 mun cap.
taken characters: eddie , chrissy , steve , robin , tommy h. , mike , max , will
most wanted: billy , dustin , argyle , jonathan , lucas , nancy , alexei!
if you are interested in joining ; please react to this post and you will be dmed with the details!
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* 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 / 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 . . .
i. This is an Independent & Extremely Private roleplay blog for Squall Leonhart from Final Fantasy VIII / Kingdom Hearts. I am incredibly selective in who I choose to write with for personal comfort.
18+ will be the age for following & interacting for normal interactions, but anything delving into darker more adult in nature, will only be done with others that are 21+ WHO I TRUST. I will not interact with Minors.
ii. Both Squall & the series itself deal heavily with mentions of war & its after effects. There are also mentions of existentialism, depression, child soldiers & darker, more mature themes revolving around death & memory loss. If you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned, I highly advise you not to follow or interact with me. I will issue warnings / make sure to tag things accordingly, but I plan to explore each faucet of his character & story to the fullest, including all the darker aspects as respectfully as I can manage. That being said, anything portrayed is purely fictional & does not correlate with my own beliefs. I am not my Muse.
iii. I am fine with Mains — but not Exclusives. A main is someone whose lore is either greatly tied to or heavily influences my own, but I will always adhere to fit another’s world-building in the event it’s preferred over following my own. Anyone that’s been a mutual for a long enough while, has written with me for more than a handful of threads or talked to me a fair amount out of character can ASK ME to be my Main & are more then welcome to tie-in or take from my lore for their own muse if we have Verses developed for them or plans to make one.
The reason I am uncomfortable with practicing Exclusives is I personally find it incredibly limiting & have had one too many bad experiences in the past regarding it.
iv. On the topic of Mains — threads & asks with my Mains will always be prioritized as they’re the interactions I feel most at ease answering.
v. I do not participate in drama. I hardly involve myself in things of that nature unless it’s truly serious. What I mean by that is if a mun actively displays behaviour that is dangerous or abusive ( displays obsessive behaviour / goes out of their way to follow or harass others, homophobia / transphobia / racism / pedophilia, etc. ), it is obviously serious & needs to be discussed. But other things ( miscommunication, etc. ) should be addressed privately. If you bring up issues like that about a third party with me, I will ignore it & cut contact.
IF THE SITUATION CALLS FOR IT — I will of course make an informed decision privately & decide whether I will cease interactions or not. If I have a problem with someone, typically I’ll block & cut contact & I expect the same in return. If I see Mutuals participating in call out posts to a degree where it starts to become uncomfortable — I will also cut contact. This is a hobby, once again — so I’d prefer to keep the stress out of it for my own sanity.
vi. Regarding personal blogs, reblog spam & non-Mutuals. Please do not reblog my RP threads unless you are my RP partner. Do not reblog my written headcanon posts either, as those are based purely off my own portrayal & his dynamics built with other muns & their portrayals. Doing so will result in a hard block as I am incredibly protective of what content I make for my portrayal of Squall & Leon. I am fine with liking so long as it’s not excessive & taking over a chunk of my notifications, but reblogging closed threads or any of my written headcanon posts will result in a hard block.
vii. I am NOT an rp resource blog — it bothers me when people only follow with me to grab things for their own blogs. Please do not reblog askmemes / musings / aesthetic posts directly from me in excess. Reblog it from the source directly if you’re able to! It clogs my notifications, so ignorance of that will result in cut contact if it’s been done one too many times. As for reblog Karma, I don’t practice it. I want interactions to be born from genuine interest, not because it feels like the other party needs to.
𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 . . .
i. I am highly private & highly selective. This is for my own comfort, please also understand that I am also not obligated to respond / answer all asks sent my way. This is a hobby, & purely done for fun. If this rule is forgotten, a hard block will follow. I will also not have the Anon function on for that reason.
ii. I don’t have any triggers to watch out for, but I will still take care to tag the common ones. If you are a mutual of mine who needs anything specifically tagged, please let me know through DMs so I am made aware what to tag in the future.
iii. For other muns who also write Squall! I love Duplicates / Twins! I am always willing to make a twin verse or create one for Mutuals who share the same muse. I’m a firm believer that each portrayal is different, unique to the mun writing them & bringing them to life, so please know that my blog is safe to poke for twin shenanigans or to follow.
iv. I am also Multimuse friendly! Though for Original Characters, while I am open to interactions, I am highly selective — please have an about page / post / Google doc available to look over as it helps me tremendously in learning about your muse. If one is not present, I likely won’t follow back.
v. I am open to crossovers, but I am also very selective in what I choose to tackle. I don’t normally mind giving them a try so long as I’m familiar with the fandom / mun / muse & said mun is patient with me.
vi. If you see me interacting with a character you also write, please don’t assume I won’t want to interact. Each portrayal is different & I adore meeting new muns & seeing their take on a character. No two portrayals are ever the same & I’m always down to interact.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .
i. My Portrayal of Squall is Demiromantic / Demisexual, but he is also Bi-Oriented. This means he only feels Romantic / Sexual attraction towards someone he’s developed a very strong bond with. A very strong connection usually comes first before there’s any sort of attraction.
ii. My blog is a multi-ship one & I’m always down to try anything within reason. I love exploring all sorts of dynamics & giving rarepairs a try — they just need to be within comfort for me & we need to communicate ooc at least a little, but if you’d like to shoot — I am always open to discuss a ships potential!
Talk to me & be direct is all I ask about what kind of relationship you want with Squall — I am not a mind-reader & only hinting or vagueing, expecting me to catch on that you want to ship without telling me about it will fly right over my head otherwise.
For ships — each role-player has their own universe & my Muse is always faithful to whomever he’s in a relationship with. I have zero tolerance for possessiveness or jealousy shown ooc. It is a huge trigger of mine to be restricted in such a way so please be mindful of that or you will be hard blocked.
iii. Forcing a ship is an instant way for me to cut contact & cease interactions altogether. Squall will not immediately jump into a ship with your muse. He will need time to get to know the other muse, even if they are someone he’s generally paired with. Portrayals won’t always click, so unless it’s been discussed & plotted in private beforehand, I won’t jump in right off the bat. Shipping is lovely! I adore it! But it’s never going to be a main priority of mine. I will treat each interaction as purely platonic unless the other mun has talked to me. I am also going to start being more selective when it comes to shipping him romantically; if you want to ship?
Please show me by being willing to put in the appropriate effort & work & actually communicate & plot with me. I don't just want Squall to be a ship that is added to a collection.
iv. I want to also state that Squall is always open for all kinds of ships, not just Romantic ones! As your tired local Aromantic, I highly value Platonic relationships so, if you wanted to write that kind of dynamic with him? I would absolutely adore exploring it. Same goes for Antagonistic or more complicated ones!
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 . . .
i. Because of the nature of my muse & the series he’s from, there will be NSFW content explored on this blog ( violence / darker themes, etc. ). This is no place for Minors & because of this & since I am also well over the age of 21, I will not interact with anyone under the age of 21 regarding NSFW content. Anything falling into mature territory will always be tagged accordingly. If you do not wish to see such content then please either blacklist the following tags:
╰┈➤ CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS. / NOT SO SAFE DESIRES.
ii. I will only write explicit NSFW with people I know & trust — there will be no exceptions to this. Smut / NSFW is a subject that is tricky for me to tackle & while I enjoy writing it, I need to be in the right headspace for it, & muses need to have enough of a chemistry / connection for me to be invested. I also only want to explore spicier scenarios within a safe, comfortable environment — again, with close friends.
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 . . .
i. Do not guilt me to reply to threads. Giving me a poke every so often to check in is fine, as long as it’s not overly excessive or meant to push me to respond faster. It makes me incredibly anxious & only makes me less motivated to interact overall. Do not bring up my activity on other blogs / social platforms. Keeping tabs on my activity is a huge trigger of mine from bad past instances & is a sure fire way to get hard blocked with no warning if it is practiced.
ii. I do not tolerate theft / stealing of any sort. There is a difference between ‘being inspired’ & ripping something off near word for word. People work hard on their muses, so theft of headcanons, verses, graphics / aesthetics, etc. will be reason enough for me to cut contact abruptly.
iii. For personal reasons, I am incredibly uncomfortable with self-insert characters. I will not interact with self-insert characters.
iv. I AM NOT MY MUSE. MUN DOES NOT EQUAL MUSE. Please do not talk to me ooc like I am my muse at any point please. Once again, bad instances in the past have made this a highly uncomfortable issue for me that I need to have written out & reminded just in case.
v. If I am uncomfortable with someone & / or enough warnings have been given & ignored — I will block & cease all interactions / contact altogether.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 . . .
i. The best way to interact & get muses writing together is through Askmemes! It helps me get a good feel of our muses, on whether their dynamic works or they mesh well or not. Plotting generally happens once there’s more of a solid dynamic built to build off of.
ii. All of my threads are considered Closed Threads with the tagged muse / mun unless it’s stated to be an Open Starter / Thread. Please don’t reblog RP threads of mine unless you are my RP partner. Solo Drabbles where I’m writing alone are fine to like, but I am uncomfortable with them being reblogged unless permission beforehand has been given to do so.
iii. I do have a Dis.cord, but I tend to keep that to close Mutuals only. But if we have a fair amount of threads / interactions together & there is an interest or it’s easier for you, I don’t mind being asked for it.
iv. I will often reblog ask replies from partners to archive them. There won’t be a guarantee that I’ll always reply — I’m only selective so I don’t overwhelm myself — but if you’d ever like to turn a response of my own or yours into a thread, don’t hesitate to let me know.
v. I am a literate roleplayer with an admitted preference for longer, more plot heavy threads, so I do respect lengthier & more detailed responses — however, it’s not a requirement & I never go into an interaction expecting it. so long as you’re giving effort to reply & actively showing interest in our threads, I don’t mind shorter ones. Please never feel obligated or pressured to match my length. I’m here to build a story with you, not to judge you on how much you can write.
* 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME. I do not mind waiting for replies at all & I understand that life comes up & not everyone can sit to write everyday. I’ll never take it personally or try to pressure you. Please do things at your own pace & know there’s never a time limit or deadline on when to reply to our threads.
vi. Regarding Godmoding — I am generally alright with these kind of interactions given my muses occupation & canon encounters with those more inhuman. But it all boils down to communication on how smoothly it’ll go. I don’t mind my muse being manhandled ( shoved / pushed / grabbed / etc. ) or injured / wounded, but please allow me to write my muse’s reactions in turn.
Generally I will keep things vague & not as descriptive if we haven’t written together long or haven’t plotted things that far, & if I ever do plan to take a thread in a more violent direction, I will message you beforehand to make sure it’s alright — I expect this in return as well. If I ever do something in a thread you don’t like or that you think is unlikely, message me & I’ll edit my post. Again. I expect the same courtesy extended my way — communication is key.
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