maybe i can fix him

don’t see why i should though when we can go batshit unhinged together

i guess when one dm doesn't get a tpk due to character sacrifice, it's time for another one to swoop in and try, right?

lawless event 002;; the faceless ship ft. opal fontaine

random OC ask: what is an alternate life path your OC might have gone down? how different would their life be if they'd made those decisions instead?

If Vixerion hadn't gone down the solider > general > exile > adventurer/hired sword route, he would have most likely have been a jeweler!

It's hard to find people willing to train dragonborn in such crafts where he comes from and where he emigrated to, but it *was* something he heavily considered doing in his teens (and will still occasionally entertain from time to time; he has a crudely set opal on a chain which he intended to give as a gift once because the person receiving the gift meant a *lot* to him and he wanted to do something special, but he chickened out last minute. He never got the chance to give it to them). He was inspired as a child to do so by tales his clan used to tell of dragonborn who replaced their eyes and scales with precious stones, and something about that utterly fascinated him. Something something "mending missing pieces in beauty and rendering them in new light".

His life would be different in a few different ways - namely he wouldn't have ended up in his current predicament - but he also would not have found the place he called home for all those years, would not have met the people he did, nor would he have the current skillset he possesses. Ever practical, Vix figures he could always learn the skills if he puts his stubborn mind to it; but the older he gets, and the worse his vision has gotten, the less that seems like a solid possibility.

Muse Information - Opal Noble

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Basic Information:

Full Name: ???

Nicknames: Opal

Age: 29

Date of Birth: ???

Nationality: American

Accent: Southern American (Louisiana drawl)

Blood Type: O negative

Pronouns: She/her or They/them

Sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous, but seemingly uninterested in anything more than casual

Relationship Status: Single (affectionate)

Occupation: ???

Physical Traits:

Height: 5’5” (165.1 cm)

Weight: 166 Lbs. (75.3 kg)

Eye Color(s): pastel rainbow

Hair Color(s): pure white, sometimes dyed streaks of pastels (mainly pink and blue)

Notable Features: Tennis shoes with rainbows painted on the sides, a baseball bat with jagged, bent nails embedded near the top, and piercings in her nose and brow. Also a piercing in her left ear, hosting a dangling opal gemstone. hair is a little uneven, likely cut by herself.

Nature: playful, flirtatious, intense, physical, intimidating

Art Ref (will be updated when possible):

Growing up disabled is like-

Your body isn't yours. It hurts, but adults say the pain is for your own good. You have no choice but to believe them. Your classmates are going to school and having fun spending time together while you're stuck in a hospital. Your body isn't yours. You can't recall having a "proper" childhood or adolescence. Forget about privacy. You feel constantly watched, even when you're seemingly alone. It's all for your safety after all. You learn to stomach it. Your body isn't yours. Seeing the silhouette of the facilities that used to treat you puts a painful pit in your stomach to this day. You grow up angry at the healthcare system, with zero patience for it. You think nobody, especially not a child, should've gone through the same things you did, the same pain. Sometimes you almost feel bad about being angry. It was all for your own good after all. But the anger sticks. You give yourself time to indulge in the things you didn't get to enjoy when you were younger. You're too exhausted to care if the things you like make you childish in the eyes of others. You take years to reclaim your body, or to claim it at all for the very first time, if you're even given that much. You start to realise that the things you went through were actually extremely fucked up. Maybe, if you're lucky, you make peace with parts of you that were constantly being fixed and tugged at and cut open and prodded. It wasn't your fault. You didn't have any say in it. And it was all for your own good, after all.

wanting to RP on tumblr so i can have things to look forward to on here but then not having any ideas for a starter or musings for people to reply to

         [[ ɢᴏᴅ is in my skin ]]

🐱⍾⍽ okay fuck it

🐱⍾⍽ shipping call for any of my muses here (nothing NSFW for Nadia)

tomarry is when god complex meets saviour complex send post

TED TED TED TED TED OH MY GOODNESS TED

...this description is whole on mukuro and like this just gives more credence to the meta i want to write though like

Opal is a really big girl. Its not even Pokerus, she's just gotten swole from carrying Gold everywhere over the years.

Her chest is like an oil drum and she has the stamina to cross Kanto and Johto in record time with Gold on her back with very little strain.

Roleplay Starter Call for Wolf Boy Klaus!

A wolf boy who serves under a clever demon named Sylvao alongside his twin sister, a witch girl named Opal. Klaus can be rabid and wild when in a fight but set him next to an attractive lady and he turns into a perverted dog. Though if treated with kindness (and ear scratches), he can be quick to tame and will follow you anywhere (though would never go against Sylvao’s orders).

Like or reblog if side blog to be tagged in a roleplay starter with Klaus! Has a developing Borderlands verse as a Psycho!

A loud (and probably very unnecessary) SLAM can be heard at a poor front door as the loud and proud kremling bursts in. Fluffing his cape in a nonexistent draft of wind and puffing his golden-plated chest, the king clears his throat to make his entrance even more over-the-top than it already was.

“Step aside and away from the sign ups! Because your soon-to-be winner has just walked in!”

Well, he’s got the spirit. That’s a great start.

“Well isn’t that a rather bold claim! Based on the results from last year, after all!”

As if he was shot by a sudden tingle of embarrassment and guilt, K Rool’s eye began to twitch as heard that remark over his shoulder. At the corner of his other eye, he could see a purple hand hanging onto his shoulder.

“Unless I’m wrong. That could be another green, scaley and rich guy I could be thinking of. I can’t tell all you kings apart sometimes!”

Just what the king needed. A wise crack to remind him of that humiliating defeat that stained his reputation in the seminar. Not a moment sooner, K Rool jerks his shoulder away from the mage’s grasp.

“Let’s get one thing straight, greenie! I thought it was a practice round! I’m not playing around this time! Even though I could wipe the floor with you and your hat without even-...”

“Uh, ‘scuse me green guys? Is this where we sign up?”

A squeak broke the kremling’s banter. Who dares oppose the mighty king from a wallop he was about to dish?

“I mean, this IS the seminar you all are yelling about, right? I got a little lost multiverse hopping around and stuff.”

My relationship with gender as someone who grew up physically disabled is something of a puzzle. For years I was stuck in the feeling that my body isn't mine in more ways than one, that, as someone afab, I need to reclaim my femininity to feel truly complete. Even if for years that was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. Even if, somehow, I lived in a constant internal conflict of wanting to do femininity "right" so that I would be accepted, so that I would be desirable, and being angry at it, and not wanting to do it at all, not wanting to fit in. And it wasn't until years later when I realised that what I really longed for all this time wasn't a clear place on the gender binary - it was the yearning for authenticity.

At the end of this road I realised that I'm happy to reject the gender binary as a whole. Suddenly, I felt comfortable and happy doing my make-up, for the first time in my life. Because when I do it now I'm not performing femininity - I'm just putting colours on my face, making myself look the way I want and it makes me happy.

Suddenly I realised that the rush I felt whenever I put on my boots, on a heel tiny enough so that it wouldn't fuck up my spine any further, but big enough for me to deem them high heels, that rush didn't have anything to do with femininity - wearing boots just makes me feel powerful in general, that's all.

I realised that I can use certain markings of femininity and mould them to my identity, and it won't make me a woman any more than I feel like one. Which, I don't. I simply don't. But now, whether you'd think it to be a paradox or not, now that I have fully embraced my nonbinary identity, I feel more comfortable than ever picking up pieces from either point of the gender spectrum, and mixing and matching as I see fit.

All that is to say, I had to move a mountain to get where I am right now with my identity. Not only did I have to combat my internalised ableism, but my internalised transphobia as well. Living in a society that doesn't see people like me, no matter which part of my identity we're talking about, I had to do an incredible amount of work to get where I am with the acceptance of my identity. And I didn't have anyone to inspire me. Nobody who looks like me and fully understands my struggles, at least. I had to do all of it on my own.

But I did it. And I'm so fucking proud of that.

dumps a very injured sonic on ur doorstep

It was rather a quiet day, Sonic is off to do scouting around Eggman’s bases while Tails and Knuckles hang out at Sonic and Tails’ place for awhile. Chatting away with small talk and it was quite refreshing to actually catch up without any interruptions from danger. Knuckles takes a sip of herbal tea and has an idea. “Hey I’ll tell ya what, Why don’t we all three do some treasure hunting tomorrow? I know some good places that I haven’t explored yet.” Tails eyes beamed at that offer. “Oh yeah! That sounds like a great idea! I’m sure Son-!” Then they heard a strange shuffling and....

Weak groans from outside?

Both them look at each other and then reaches to the front door to open up to see a gruesome sight.  Warning: Heavy Injury and Blood

“S-Sonic?!”

The hedgehog is collapsed on the ground and there is a pool of blood spreading on the dirt and grass. The two rushed in and somehow carefully takes the hedgehog back to the house. Sonic’s injuries are quite grave and he is always careful around immense danger and speeding around death’s door. Never fears the fall. The two scrambled for the first aid kit while Knuckles is tending to bandage the deep cut wounds, Tails had to get the 2nd emergency first aid kit since he is so overprepared for these occasional situations. Knuckles had to be in charge of taking care of the rest of the injuries while Tails assist the best he could while sobbing. 

As the horrible situation subsides, both of them had to step outside for fresh air. Tails had to wipe the tears away and Knuckles couldn’t really said a word for the moment. 

Eventually...their emotions finally catch up to both of them. 

Tails felt the uselessness from that moment, from time and time again he ends up not stepping up to the plate to be the hero he strives to be. He felt the spark of anger that Eggman definitely went too far this time. Knuckles had to be the man of the house for that moment, the moment of weakness will crumble that situation would be even worse.

 Knuckles emotions finally untapped and feeling Tails’ emotions running wild yet the Guardian has been through this type of experience, but now this is ten times folded. The anger and released emotions surrounding them was quite negative and of course expecting to be something dark. But then it switch into something positive. 

To protect Sonic and this planet that they all love.

Then two different gold and silver auras burst out from them and both of them for the longest time have finally untapped their ultimate forms. Super Tails and Hyper Knuckles both look at each other with confident smirks across their faces. 

 “.....Let’s go.” 

“Right behind ya Tails.” 

The two takes off as if the two are both shooting stars as the streak of chaos energy trails behind. Little did the Doctor knew that hurting Sonic was a huge mistake.