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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Paint My Wings With Your Heat (2/?)

Chapter 2: Show me.

Mads💗: the amount of love this fic got has blown my mind. We also got amazing fanart 💗😭

Keyz 💖: This rp is still so fun and I'm glad you all seem to like it as much as us! Well, for now, we'll see how charitable you are after this next part 🤣

Notes: ABO dynamics, intersex omegas, wing kink, in-flight fucking, knotting, courting, soulmate au

WC: 3913

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AO3 Link: Part 1 | Part 2

Tumblr Link: Part 1

Artsy Links: Fanart Link | Keyz's Moodboard

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Peter had run for what he believes is a logical reason. But as soon as his shoes thud against the floor, instinct takes over.

He doesn't need to look back. The hairs at the back of his neck tell him all he needs to know.

He's being chased.

Tony flares his wings and skids over the top of a desk, sending papers and a stapler flying, before tackling his young mentee to the ground. He grips Peter’s wings and pins them, pressing his groin into a firm ass with his wings postured high above his back; high enough the gold ends knocked lights and ceiling tiles alike.

There's a muffled whimper when they go down. Peter's wings flounder in the air, stretching out and trying to move this way and that. They test the alpha's hold, only to find it secure.

The wings fall limp. Peter's entire body goes soft and pliant as his instincts take over. He feels the alpha's cock against his ass and instinctively, his legs try to spread apart.

"Mr. Stark–" It's muffled with his hand pressing against his mouth as he tries not to grind back.

“Honestly, not the worst first mating flight I’ve seen. College was a doozy for some people.” Tony’s words are light but his tone is dark honey whispered over Peter’s nape. Tony pushes him down harder, just because he can and he wants to and then-

Tony gets up and takes three steps away from Peter. He curls his wings back up and takes a deep, calming breath. After settling himself, he moves close enough to help him up and holds a hand out to Peter to tug him back on his feet.

Then, Tony pulls Peter closer and smiles.

“If you want to try again, I’ll let you get into the air this time. If you don’t want me pinning you down again, walk to the elevator, slowly.” Tony’s words come out husky and pure alpha.

Peter's world has been turned upside down in a matter of minutes. His breath is cut short and with Tony still gripping his hand, he feels dazed.

Dazed enough that when he tries to take a step, he stumbles on nothing and ends up against the older man. His wings flutter, trying to regain balance, but they're useless.

Chest to chest, he looks up at the alpha, brown eyes blown with very little color left. A flush sits heavy on his cheeks and his hands press against Tony's chest.

Tony’s hands come up to cover Peter’s. His thumbs rub against his wrists as he waits.

"I don't think I can fly," Peter says, tone shaky as his fingers drag down Tony's chest.

Tony furrows his brows and looks over at Peter's wings. Had he grabbed too hard? Hurt him in some way?

A wing curves out, reaching for the bright red and gold of his mentor's wing.

Red and gold stretch out to meet him and reassure Tony that the smaller wings were undamaged by his display. A shudder knocks itself down each of his vertebra like a pinball; electricity sparking up everywhere their feathers brush.

"I felt– You're…"

Peter's not thinking right. There's no other sane explanation why he'd do what he's doing now. His hand skims down, lower and lower until he touches it. Hot, hard flesh… His mentor's hard cock that he couldn't deny feeling when he was pinned to the floor.

"You're hard," Peter breathes out. "Was it the… the flight?"

“No.” Tony’s voice is ragged.

His wings spread out and around Peter, red and gold cupping his body closer to Tony and shielding him from the sight of any potential rivals. Tony’s gaze is as heavy and hot as a hand on the nape of his young mate’s neck.

“I was hard before that,” Tony says honestly.

At the same time, he grinds himself into Peter’s palm. He’s holding Peter’s other hand with both of his now, pinning it down to his chest so he can feel how quickly Tony’s heart is pounding away.

“Kid- Peter… This is what I meant. The feather did it. Your beacon feather.”

The revelation has Peter's lashes flutter in excitement. His fingers curve around the nice, thick girth of Tony's cock but he doesn't do anything more than just applying some pressure.

He can barely believe that he's doing this at all.

Tony feels so hard and solid beneath his hand. Hot and– Peter presses his thighs together, biting back a soft whimper because the chase had distracted him but only for a moment.

Being held close with Tony's wings cutting them off from the outside world, Peter feels the stirring of something dark and primal in his own body. And yet, compared to earlier, he doesn't want to run from the alpha.

With Tony's wings surrounding them, he understands why. The alpha has already caught him. He was fast and strong, pinned Peter in place like it was effortless. And his omega side purred at the thought of having such an alpha so why would he run….?

Tony produces the feather one-handed from where he’d tucked it away, somewhere between Peter taking off and Tony catching him. It’s a little worse for wear but the longer Tony holds it, the more Peter’s potent mate scent fills the small private bubble created by Tony’s wings.

“The scent is incredible. Your omega scent is coming in healthy and strong and God, Peter. You smell so good.” Tony’s voice is a groan and there’s no way Peter doesn’t feel the way Tony’s cock just jumped in arousal.

Peter wants to purr in satisfaction. The worry that Tony would find his scent pungent or his feathers unappealing quickly melts away.

He manages to stop himself from doing it but what he can't stop is how his fingers start to stroke very gently. Up and down the alpha's erect cock, slowly and with care, as though he wants to reassure himself that this is really happening.

Tony’s hips start moving just as gently as Peter’s stroking hand, meeting him and thrusting against his fingers. It’s like his cock has a mind of its own and it wants Peter to keep going, please.

“You can take it back. I won’t force you. I won’t stop you. But if you let me keep this feather, I’m going to be compelled to court you. To chase you. To pin you and mount you again. And it’ll only happen more often the closer we get to mating season and the better you smell.” Tony says it as he holds out the feather in the nonexistent space between them.

He squeezes Peter’s wrist and then relaxes his hand on his chest; giving him the choice.

Take it or leave it.

Peter has remained silent throughout Tony's speech. The offer to take back the feather has Peter pressing his lips together in a firm line.

He has a better plan.

As much as he doesn't want to, Peter releases his grip on Tony's hard cock. He reaches for the feather, taking it carefully by the end of the shaft.

Tony tries to shutter his expression and lets the feather go. It’s Peter’s and he’d offered. No matter how much it would hurt, he’d have to let Peter go.

Peter leans his head against the other's chest, cheek against their joined hands. His eyes are hooded and he glances down their bodies where his hand drifts, feather still grasped between two fingers.

With his breath coming in shallow, he runs the tip of the beacon feather over the prominent bulge of his mentor's cock.

Tony’s breath sucks in, noisy and loud in the quiet between them. His wings rustle and shift as they close in tighter around them, red shafts and golden tips pushing between Peter’s shoulder blades greedily.

Cocooned in this warmth, surrounded by the vibrant red of Tony's wings, Peter feels safe and maybe… maybe a bit reckless.

"I want… I want all that, Mr. Stark," Peter tells him softly. "I don't– I wouldn't stop you if… if you wanted to do any of that to me. I trust you, sir, and I know you care about me or else… You wouldn't have let me go earlier."

“Don’t trust me to be a good man about this. I care about you and I want to protect you. It’s a dangerous combination, kid.” Tony’s words are lighter with concern and he doesn’t know why he’s trying so hard to stop something he wants. Maybe an ingrained response to how many times he’s ruined things only half as precious as Peter.

Peter swallows the lump that wants to form in his throat. He wants Tony to do more than care for him. He wants Tony to ache for him, to be driven crazy for his scent… He wants Tony to want him as a mate.

"Teach me?" Peter asks, the words coming out breathless and eager. “I want to be… a good omega. Want to be an omega you'd find… good and sexy and irresistible."

“Peter- fuck. Of course, I’ll teach you. Hardly have to do a thing since you’re already such a good omega. You picked the best alpha available to teach you, didn’t you, baby?” Tony’s voice deepens as he speaks, giving in.

He wants to do this for Peter and Peter wants him to do it, too. Why not let the both of them just have something they want for a change?

Peter lets the feather go, not even watching as it drifts to the floor. He'll have more, but he wants to show Tony he can be good.

He fumbles with the alpha's belt, cheeks red as he tries to undo it so he can touch Tony directly.

Tony lets Peter undo his clothing in favor of reaching for and tugging on the omega’s wings, pulling them down and under his own. The size of his wings interlacing with Peter’s own nearly blots out the artificial sun of the lab space they’ve commandeered.

It casts the clinking of his undone belt in red-tinted shadow.

Peter lets out a soft whimper at the touch and his wing muscles spasm. As a result, the feathers rustle and spread out, allowing more room for the alpha.

His wings have never made him feel like this before. They're like any other appendage, his hands, his legs… Why do they make him want to melt now? A little bit of attention and Peter's ready to drop to his knees...

The answer is Tony. He's never been touched like this before and Peter knows with certainty that if Tony had brushed his hand or wrapped an arm around his waist, he would've reacted just as strongly.

“What do you think being a good omega means, Pete?” Tony’s words are soft. He slips his fingers through the omega’s feathers as he speaks. Stroking through the rich grey-white as slow and gentle as Peter’s hand had been on his cock, earlier.

Tony’s wings layer over Peter’s, pinning them under his weight.

It feels so good, the weight of Tony's wings on top of his. It floods Peter's brain with a mix of dopamine and oxytocin and the omega curls closer. The words are just as hypnotic. The tone, soft and arousing, just like the sensual slide of the alpha's wings over his own.

“What do you think being my good omega means?” Tony’s lips are parted and his eyes glitter. He finds the unshed beacon feathers hidden within the other more innocent feathers and rubs the heady oils into his fingertips.

He imagines swirling the scent of mate-heat-omega-Peter all across his chest and groin and neck and lets out a shameless moan.

Peter nuzzles closer. Arousal prickles along his skin and the alpha's moan sends heat shuddering through his entire body. He wants to take in more of that delicious scent like it's a drug but Tony's asked him a question. He opens his eyes, the pupils trying to focus on the alpha.

Tony watches Peter’s dark eyes skate around, unfocused, and resists the urge to kiss him. The younger man’s skin is flushed a pretty pink edging into a bright red that he wants to taste from the hollow of his collarbones.

The scent of arousal, alpha and omega, is so strong…

“Show me what good omegas do, Peter. Show me.” Tony orders, his voice thick and heady like the musk and heat swirling in the air between them like heat vapors.

Peter’s knees feel weak from their combining scents and he follows his instincts.

It has him sinking to his knees. His wings, regrettably, slip free from the alpha's to pool around him in a cloak of white and grey.

"Good omegas… please their alphas," Peter finally answers when he's where he belongs. His heart races and his wings tremble, eager and all too easily excited. "I want to do that for you, sir…"

He wants to be Tony's good omega...

“Peter… Only if you want,” Tony purrs, reluctant to end it but compelled to give Peter an out, even as his wings shelter them more soundly. It feels like a glimpse of sanity, or a last breath of fresh air, to remember responsibilities and ethics.

His wings flex more securely around them and Tony feels himself slipping under. His pulse so loud in his ears.

No rival will get even a glimpse of Peter. This beauty is all for him and Tony has never been ashamed of being greedy.

Tony's belt is open, unbuckled already, and his dark underwear peeks through in the open 'v' of his pants. Peter pets the heavy bulge between the alpha's legs, leaning close until he could press his cheek against it. The heavy scent of alpha arousal nearly overwhelms him.

He looks up at the alpha, eyes eager and pleading for approval.

"I… I don't know what I'm doing..." Peter admits with another rub of his cheek. It's a soft whine, an entreaty for guidance. "Good omegas… take care of their alphas."

The pressure of his future mate’s cheek against his erection feels electrifying.

“Good omega’s ask for what they want, too. I want you to want this,” Tony says with a voice deep and smooth as the night sky under his wings. He thinks, ‘I want you to want me’ but keeps it to himself. “I want you to want my cock in your mouth just as much as me. I don’t want it to be… a chore.”

He puts a hand in Peter’s hair instead and finds he can’t look away. Peter is so beautiful. On his knees with the lab lights filtering red and gold over his pale skin and grey-white feathers, he looks like a renaissance painting come to life.

Peter barely keeps his eyes from slipping shut when he feels Tony's fingers, so strong and so sure, in his hair. His eyes flutter in pleasure.

A chore…? Doing this for Tony would be anything but that. It'd be a dream come true to have Tony look at him with pleasure, with want, and with need.

Peter’s fingers creep over the band of his underwear and his wings give a soft flutter of excitement.

"I–I want this, God, I want it... I want to do that for you, Mr. Stark," Peter breathes out as he drags the underwear down the hard length of his boss' cock. "Take care of you… Take care of your cock…"

“Good boy. I told you I wouldn’t have to train you much,” Tony says with an approving squeeze of the fingers in Peter’s curls.

This isn’t anything like how he’d imagined this going. Nothing ever goes how he imagines it will with Peter. That’s part of what draws Tony in so much- Peter is unpredictable, no matter how much Tony gets to know him.

Tony cups Peter’s cheek with his free hand and watches his expressions hungrily as he undresses Tony for the first time, memorizing this in case Peter gets cold feet after the fact.

Peter’s mouth waters as Tony's cock is revealed, inch by inch, until finally, it slips off the thick, swollen tip of his cock. Peter outright moans when he finally sees the whole thing. The length and sheer girth make his insides clench down in a mix of excitement and anticipation.

He touches it, palm pressing against naked hot flesh as he levels it with his mouth.

"Can I…?" Peter nearly begs, lips parted and face as red as the alpha's feathers.

“Of course. I’ll always give you what you want,” Tony says, dropping his hand away from Peter’s cheek to grip himself instead, lacing his fingers with his future mate’s over the thick heft of the shaft.

Peter sucks in a breath but he feels like it's not enough. He feels like that time he flew too high up where the oxygen runs thin. He knows that isn't the case here but being so close to what he desperately wants is making him lightheaded.

Touching Tony like this… The shape and girth of his cock makes something ache fiercely in Peter's body.

The omega blinks, gaze fixed on Tony's handsome face as he waits for more of his mentor's guidance.

“All you have to do is ask.”

Tony pulls their hands up and down, once and then twice, taking the edge off and bumping his sensitive glans against Peter’s bottom lip in the process. He grins at the dancing fire that skitters through his pelvis and thighs from the action.

Peter gives a silent moan and instinctively tilts his face so that his mouth is at a better angle to take the tip in. Tony doesn't make it that easy for him though. The alpha continues with the slow tease and Peter shivers, willing to play the game.

“I’ll let you know some of what I want since you’ve been so good for me,” Tony says with promise.

Tony uses Peter’s own hand to squeeze and stroke himself as he continues talking. He knocks the swollen tip of himself against his mentee’s lips for emphasis as he speaks and grins wider each time his cock slaps down on the younger man’s cherry skin.

“I want to sink my cock into this pretty mouth you’re offering me.”

-Tap-

“I want to get you into the air and try that mating flight again after.”

-Tap-

“I want to pin you down and play mate you for real when I catch you.”

-Tap-

“I want to show you how fun being my good omega can be.”

-Tap, tap-

“Are you ready to get what you want, Peter?” Tony asks with his cock poised, both of their hands holding it steady. Peter hasn’t sucked any inch of it yet and his lips look abused and swollen already. Tony’s stomach ignites and twists in anticipation.

Peter is good. No matter how much his instincts urge him to chase after the alpha's cock, he waits. It almost feels like agony to have Tony's cock right there and still be denied.

Tony had given him the answer earlier though. He said Peter's already a good omega so now Peter just has to prove it.

"I want everything you wanna give me," Peter says breathlessly. The words come out clear and so sure, not a stutter or sign of hesitation. It is what he wants, both heart and body crave for everything Tony offers.

He just has to ask for it.

Tony groans softly at the implications, at the yearning eagerness that laces Peter’s words. His cock twitches and he automatically squeezes it, squeezing Peter’s fingers at the same time.

Beneath Tony's firm hand, Peter moves his own and takes over. He strokes the alpha's hard cock, exactly how Tony had done it. The grip, the pressure… Just like how Tony enjoys it.

He's proven to be a quick learner and this, he picks up just as fast. His eagerness to learn everything about the alpha helps him, too.

“Peter, sweetheart… you’re a fast learner.” Tony pants the words out past flashing teeth and a smile made sloppy from the warm bliss of another person stroking him.

His hips rock gently and he lets go of Peter’s hand on his cock, dropping his hand on top of Peter’s wing instead, leaving the omega to hold him and attend to the thick alpha length alone. Somehow, that knowledge makes the experience even hotter, frissons of sensation shooting through his belly and inner thighs.

Peter presses even closer and lets the crown rest against his lips, smearing the alpha precum over his lips.

"I want this," Peter says, his lips teasing along the wet tip. "Want this in my mouth."

Tony’s wings flex and his flanks clench to hold back from thrusting in, right then and there. God, he wants to be inside that mouth so badly...

Peter’s wings tremble but they arch, spreading softly in offering. The length of his wings are no match for Tony's. He is omega, after all.

"I want to fly," Peter tells him, "knowing you're behind me."

Tony’s loose hand moves to run along the bone of Peter’s wing, brushing his feathers but not impeding his movements. The feathers are just as soft and fluffy as Peter’s hair and Tony is thrilled that he finally has the chance to compare.

Peter stretches his wings out and the tips of his primaries brush against the shield of soft feathers that make up their closed off little world. Teasing. He lowers them just as carefully.

"And if you catch me…" Peter's lips curve into an almost daring smile. "You can do whatever you want with me…"

Tony’s hand is still cupping the delicate top of Peter’s wing, holding him gently so he can rub his thumb over his feathers in small, sweeping strokes as he listens and waits.

At the words, his wings tighten, closing in around them so it's even darker and more intimate. The lights coming through his feathers look almost like the hue of a sunset and Tony wishes they were somewhere private to watch one together.

“Whatever I want, huh. That’s pretty open-ended,” Tony says with a deep exhale and parting of his lips.

Tony’s tongue licks across his bottom lip with desire.

The omega shivers at the words but he doesn't take them back.

Peter doesn't know where any of this is coming from. But here, on his knees, surrounded by Tony's wings, he already feels wanted. He already feels like the sexy, confident omega that can get the alpha of their choice.

And Peter knows who he wants.

"Show me, Mr. Stark," Peter asks, just as Tony told him to. He kisses the alpha's tip. "Tell me what to do… Show me what an alpha like you would do to… to an omega like me…"

The spark in his belly has been ignited and an inferno burns inside him. It's not his heat and it's that crystal clear thought that makes Peter realize just how deep he's in. if Tony makes him feel like this before he's even taken his first mating flight… He's not sure if he'll make it through the season.

The heat, this… insatiable hunger he has for his mentor may just very well burn him up from the inside out.

And then Peter realizes just how fucked he is.

He wraps his lips around Tony's cock, eyes blazing with fire.

Show me.

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enduringsea · 3 years

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( rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people! no skipping! ) / tagged by @yellowcrumpet ╭( ･ㅂ･)و )))

Thanks for the tag! I LOVE these things-- I don’t rlly have a playlist either though, just a mess of music files on a device I haven’t updated so I’ll be checking my YouTube history too lol. There’s a uhhh.... pattern to be found, mainly relating to Code Vein or other OCs.... which isn’t surprising ._. ;; I made it a separate post bc I knew this was going to get long and rambly with lyric snippets and crying about fictional characters, sorry :D

1. Repeat Until Death - Novo Amor don’t go / you’re half of me now / but i’m hardly stood proud / i said it, almost oh i’ve been low / but damn it i bet it don’t show / it was heaven a moment ago oh i can’t seem to let myself leave you / but i can’t breathe anymore This one gives me Loubeth vibes ok, partially bad end route ;-; While Elizabeth is a very strong person, her friends are the most prominent reason she tries to do anything at all & isn’t living day-to-day in a monotonous grind to survive without a solid purpose other than ‘help random ppl bc it’s the right thing to do’. If she loses them, it’d ruin her & hammers into her head how everything she’s ever done has been a failure. She suffered a major betrayal by her boss before the Collapse, she was unable to fully participate in proj. queen despite her incredible test results, she failed to defeat Cruz and take her blood during Operation Queenslayer, and if she fails to protect the people she’s finally found meaning with? She’d break down completely & destroy herself to save them. She’s always had some level of abandonment issues, and without her family around it’s so much worse, even if it isn’t the most obvious because she’s generally seen as very well put together-- I really can’t express how much it would hurt her to lose Louis, Yakumo, and the others. She’s just not one to show just how bad it can truly get for her mentally and emotionally-- she’s resilient as hell, she’s been through hell repeatedly and survived it all, so it’s easy for others to assume she’s fine all things considered. It makes her feel weak and ashamed of herself if she shows any level of vulnerability, so she doesn’t; she swallows it down and is afraid of disappointing those who look up to her as a fighter and friend-- of course, no one at Home Base would blame her for being vulnerable, they all have their moments, Bethy just sets herself to such a high standard it’s difficult for her to talk about her own suffering in spite of how well-versed she is in getting her thoughts and feelings across otherwise. Louis is the one most keen to how deeply she’s hurting, but he doesn’t understand just how deeply until she finally does fall apart. The final swell of the song and its desperate lyrics really relays the pain they both feel-- Louis too would not fare well if something happened to Elizabeth, because he blames himself she was even involved in Operation Queenslayer for a long time, I honestly did so bad in explaining coherently, this song just has so much emotion and hurt behind it adklfjdfdff </3

2. Looking Out For You - Joy Again this is a love song for a girl who will never know it’s about her she's beaming that smile / all the while i’m all tripped up on my own throat i guess there is no hope This song reminds me of Elizabeth & my friend’s character Takashi Fujioka, who gets-- vERY...FRIENDZONED, for lack of a better word, by Elizabeth in his story, it’s really summed up best as tragic (;﹏;) Before the Collapse they were hitting it off, then the Collapse happened, they were separated, he lost his sisters, Mido happened, he was experimented on + became a revenant, etc, etc; years have passed since then & she’s gotten her life together as much as one can in a world like Vein, but for Takashi it’s like no time has passed at all. Elizabeth is subtly older in appearance, she’s been working w Lou & Co. for a long time; Loubeth blatantly have a connection, & rather than bringing up his feelings + making it awkward bc he values their friendships, he just kinda. chokes on them & does his best to help out the team. It doesn’t help he can’t even be jealous bc Louis is a really solid friend to him too, IT’S JUST A MESS OF A SITUATION & the death of what could have been if things were different.

3. Closer - Teagan And Sara ( no lengthy explanation for this one thank goodness, I’ve just been watching BoJack Horseman again and I really like some of the songs they add in, I like listening to this one on loop when mindlessly coloring something )

4. Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo all I did was try my best / this the kind of thanks I get? they say these are the golden years / but I wish I could disappear ego crush is so severe / god, it's brutal out here I have it on a playlist for Elizabeth somewhere, not all of it applies to her but it reflects some of her struggles she has both before & after the collapse. She’s-- always kind of been a mess while under immense pressure + has serious self image issues, this song hits that side of her well. She’s been held to humanly impossible standards by both herself and her family bc frankly? She can reach them, she’s NOT exactly human. She was born into her position as a hunter & intends to keep it for as long as she lives (like revenants, her kind is very much ‘either gets killed or lives 5ever), even if some days she really feels how heavy the burden can be. She didn’t have a normal childhood and she’s fine with it for the most part, but it alienates her from most of her peers-- she never got to date anyone, never had a close group of friends, never went to parties that weren’t formals, etc., while she feels a little childish about it, she does envy ‘normal’ and understands the pressure she’s lived under her entire life has caused damage-- she has been exploited for her abilities, there’s just not much she can do about it but to keep going, rlly.

5. Freaks - Surf Curse don't kill me / just help me run away from everyone i need a place to stay / where i can cover up my face don't cry / i am just a freak / i am just a freak UhhhHHH this song really makes me think of Oliver Collins :D;; thank TikTok for showing it to me. It makes me think of how scared he was, of both the world and the revenants who captured him. The song’s use of the word ‘parasites’ really makes me think of Revenants and the BOR parasites XD I’m hoping when I poke my video editor again, I can record some Oliver footage to make a short video to this song. Oliver deserves so much better, I wish you could save him, but that’s what AUs are for, hahah.... The second half of the lyrics make me think of the AU I have where he lives and has to grapple with the guilt of surviving and the things he did to other revenants to get by too.

6. All Eyes On Me - Bo Burnham you say the ocean’s rising / like i give a shit you say the whole world’s ending / honey it already did you’re not gonna slow it / heaven knows you tried got it? good / now get inside I haven’t seen the Netflix special yet but I’ve had this song on repeat since my move started. The lyrics hit too hard & resonate with my existential dread, covid exhaustion, and extreme burnout in my 20s, but bc I have Damage I can also relate it to CV ._. ‘you’re not gonna slow it, heaven knows you tried. got it? good now get inside’ makes me think of--;; the bad end route again, and Elizabeth’s desperation to keep her found family together. It’s not like her to completely stop caring about an issue, but in the moment she realizes what’s being taken from her? She doesn’t want to save all of revenant-kind if it means she’s going to wind up alone all over again, her world is effectively over if she’s forced to be alone again. The MC frenzying means the only immediately identifiable hope she had of saving everyone else is gone, so why not just go home? If they’re all doomed, she wants to at least be together for a little while longer, it’s fine if they use her blood to survive & everyone else in the mist is out of luck, it’s soul-crushing bc I’ve never had her in a situation where she’s been this reckless, despondent/hopeless, and thinking irrationally where it’d impact more than herself-- especially when she’s normally goal-oriented, organized, meticulous, so on so forth: she’s not one to act without thinking something through first, but that last breath of light just got sucker-punched out of her. All she wants is home, comfort, and family, and ultimately in the bad end route she does manage to preserve their lives, maintain the mist, and supply blood beads, but her own condition leaves her on the throne-- it’s a mix of the bad, neutral, and true ending rlly ldkfjdf BUT YEAH enough rambling on that :D;; This song’s really good and touches a lot of different thoughts and ideas both in real life and my ocs, kind of embarrassing--;; thank u bo burnham for ruining me with this beautiful song

7. Yellow - Coldplay look at the stars / look how they shine for you / and everything you do your skin / oh yeah, your skin and bones / turn in to something beautiful do you know / for you I'd bleed myself dry Does this song make me think about JackEva? Yes. Yes it does. Star / night sky symbolism? Bam. Sappy lyrics about love and finding the person you’re with absolutely mesmerizing and worth dying for? BAM. If JackEva were capable of using their own blood to save each other, I can see it-- hJNGn they just care about each other so much, Jack cries for her even though they both knew that eventually one of them would succumb to their duty, and if the roles were reversed I can see Eva doing the same, I adore them beyond human language. On my CV RP blog, my Jack’s not shippable bc-- Eva, my friend even have them looking after his nephew (an oc--) at one point. I should seriously drop some headcanons down eventually....

8. Louder Than Thunder - The Devil Wears Prada are we meant to be empty-handed? / i know i could, i could be better i don't think i deserve it / selflessness, find your way into my heart all stars could be brighter / all hearts could be warmer

LMFAO throwback to my middle school playlist, I’m old-- I’ve applied this song to a lot of things back in the day, but I really connect it to Loubeth now, especially Louis. Lou & Bethy are both functional idiots who are too hard on themselves & have trouble recognizing their worth beyond what they can do for others. They’re trying to be better-- to make up for what they perceived wrongs they’ve done, but it’s hard, they don’t believe they’re worthy of the love and support the other gives, but they still yearn for that sense of security. After Louis’ memories are returned, he finally understands the guilt he’s felt since he became a revenant and it really skews his self-perception; he blames himself for so many things & Elizabeth, who has always been able to kill when necessary, sets it straight-- “It’s not your fault”, and it takes Louis some time to properly absorb that message. He thinks she’s just trying to comfort him, which she is tbh, but she’s not wrong: “It’s not your fault you couldn’t kill someone. It was never your job to kill anyone.” It’s up to people like her to do those sort of things-- Elizabeth may not have been present when Cruz frenzied, but if she had been? It would have been over before it started, that’s something she has regrets over, even if nothing could have been done since she was already on the field. Actually, she’s actually really quite angry that security failed to monitor Cruz properly and has a few select words for the ones there who could have actually done something before it got out of hand-- civilians and doctors are exempt from her shtlist bc they’re not meant to be killers (so don’t worry Artorias, she’s not ready to bite your head off!), but they had to have some kinda security detail rite o-q??? They’re probably hiding from her wrath-- BUT ANYWAY, she insists she’ll never blame Louis for not being able to do something as serious as killing another person. He was a normal human being who cared about his friend, not a failure, and he couldn’t have been expected to do something that shouldn’t have fallen on his shoulders in the first place. As many times as it takes, she’ll reaffirm that it wasn’t his fault, she’s not angry, he’s always done his best and her opinion of him hasn’t changed. He’s a good person and she loves him through all the hurt, though she doesn’t drop the word ‘love’ for a long time. It just-- takes Louis a while to accept she views him as someone worthy of the love and respect she has for him. It’s kind of ironic she’s so adamant on Louis not blaming himself considering she’s the one privately blaming herself for-- wow there’s too much to unpack, she feels guilty she was even born?? im so broken over these two. I love them and yet they SUFFER...

9. What I’ve Done - Linkin Park i'll face myself / to cross out what i’ve become erase myself / and let go of what i’ve done today this ends / i'm forgiving what i’ve done

I have Louis Amamiya brainrot and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who thinks that this song fits him super well & it needs to become an AMV dsjfkldsfd. I’m a near life-long Linkin Park fan and this fits with Lou so well thematically. As much as I’ve gone on about Louis’ guilt, he does steel himself to keep going forward in spite of it and make things right, for everyone. Maybe it wasn’t really his fault, but at the end of the day his inability to kill Cruz in that moment left a disaster in its wake that got a countless number of people killed-- the MC included with Karen and Aurora. He doesn’t want to run away from the truth, doesn’t want to make excuses, he wants to take responsibility for it and he’ll work himself to death if it means things will be better-- it’s both admirable he’s got a strong resolve and VERY concerning with how willing he is to die for the cause, please don’t overdo it, Lou, you’ll break mine and Bethy’s hearts ._.;; It won’t always be easy, there are moments the grief gnaws at him, but in the end he does overcome it (and uh. as in the bad ending, we know he can actually do it this time). I know we can’t see everything, but I would have loved deeper character interactions, especially with Louis with an emphasis on grieving + forgiving himself properly-- but this song really is nice with the whole ‘I’m going to face my mistakes head on, forgive myself, and keep moving forward’. It’s what Louis deserves: self forgiveness and a damn break ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

10. Call of Silence - Hiroyuki Sawano you will know you're reborn tonight / must be rough but i’ll stay by your side even if my body's bleached to the bones / i don't want go through that ever again so cry no more / oh my beloved ngl idk if those are the correct lyrics, buuuuuuut....... im a weenie and am internally weeping abt loubeth after midnight, what else is new lmfao- i’ll at least try to be brief :D I also used to really like Attack on Titan when I was in high school, I dropped the anime years ago because I was waiting for s2 and never got back to it once it started airing again, I thought I’d finish it once the anime was complete since I eventually caught up with the manga, such a good series BUT ANYWAY-- I think it’s a really pretty song and Loubeth fit with the tender lyrics. IT’S LATE, idk what to say about them other than what I’ve said already dsklfjdslf im sorry I really ramble a LOT and I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had the chance to >w>;;

#i do not know how 2 b quiet #long post #personal text #yellowcrumpet

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shadowsong26fic · 4 years

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Some Stuff

Not a proper Coming Attractions post, that’ll come out on the first Monday of the month as always, but...a more general update on some projects (and also possibly looking for input?)

Basically, I’ve accepted the inevitable, that I’ve fallen back into ATLA in a big way. I haven’t actually rewatched the series yet, because my roommate was doing so and I kept popping in and out and I didn’t want to confuse myself by trying to do a straight rewatch while she was doing hers, but I have reread a bunch of old fanfic/RP logs, and have some plots I kind of want to work with again? Either as fulltext or as an AU Outline. Behind the cut are some more details, as well as seeking Opinions on which, if any, I should actually work on.

I am also Determined to not fall out of SW as this is going on, lol. More details about that behind the cut, as well.

(Also, I’ve talked about some of the stuff listed here on my writing discord, which feel free to come stop by and hang out! It’s basically an extension of this tumblr, only a little more interactive. Find us here!)

Star Wars Stuff:

I plan to take next weekend to bang out at minimum the next Precipice chapter, and possibly the next two (though I’ll stagger posting if I do manage to get both done). And then try and give myself a more active schedule to get the next parts of the series out.

I’m also working on a dragonshifters AU, which I’m enjoying a lot. I think OFLAM may be relegated to the back burner for a while, though I’ll probably kick it up again if I end up doing it for SWBB next year (unless I tease out enough of a Plot for dragonshifters to do that instead, lol). I’ve talked about some of the worldbuilding on my writing discord, too.

I also still owe some meme responses from way back, which I do intend to get to at some point I promise <.<

And I haven’t forgotten some other extant projects--Devoted!verse, the Ventress outline, Bail Unfucks the Timeline, Distaff, etc.--but they’re pretty back-burnered for the time being. If something Sparks in any of those, I’ll probably dive into it, but for now I’m not actively working on them in the way I am on dragonshifters and Precipice.

AtLA Stuff:

So, there’s sort of...four or five projects spinning around in my head right now, lol. One of which, if I do it, would not work as an outline so it would be fulltext. It’s canon-compliant, for the most part.

...well, I should interrupt myself here to say the following: I haven’t read a lot of the comics or tie-in novels, and my familiarity with more recent Word of God is limited. I’m basically operating out of canon defined as “it’s in the original show or WoG I’m specifically aware of, drawing in stuff from other sources as it appeals to me but otherwise ignoring it.” Where WoG contradicts itself (i.e., the timeline for Lu Ten’s death),I go with whatever answer I prefer.

In terms of worldbuilding details added in Korra--ehhhhh, it’s sort of held a little higher than the comics, etc. (in that, if I remember it, unless it Josses something I really, really liked/was foundational to something I’m doing, I’ll probably include it); but most likely whatever I’m doing will go AU enough during the first series for a lot of the other detail work/character-specific stuff to not matter.

Anyway! Back to the fun stuff.

There’s one story I’m playing with that’s not going to work as an AU outline. Depending on exactly what I focus on, there’s a couple different fulltext fics buried in it, and I’m not sure which I’d work on (or if I’d braid the two of them together). Basically, it deals with the siege of Ba Sing Se and Lu Ten’s death, and some of the fallout from that, focusing on an OC of mine and her daughter. I found a short fic I wrote for a challenge back in the day that ties into this concept, which is at the very end of this post. If I work on this, I’d probably change the names of the two relevant OCs and possibly how she gets her memory back (it was written specifically for a “what happened in the rest of the world when Zhao captured Tui” challenge; guess how many of them were Hama-related), but. Anyway, building on either the Siege portion of the story (which has a lot of West Side Story on its soundtrack in my head lol), or focusing on what she does after she remembers him. Or both! Both is also good.

The rest of the options are mostly Zuko-centric canon-divergence fics.

First option, Airbender!Zuko. This occurs because The Spirits Said So; he’s gotten very good at fake firebending using airbending. Probably to the point where he’s so deep in denial that he can’t even see the pyramids anymore, to stretch that analogy to the breaking point, lol. Basically, not much changes until the north pole, but there’s some ways for it to go from there...

Second option, Avatar Zuko. This one has been floating around in my head more lately. Reading old RP logs, my partner and I played through a bunch of different variants on how this all worked, but the one in my head right now is basically--a few months before he’s banished, they’re at Ember Island or something and he’s out on the ocean/fishing or something. Sudden storm, he stops the boat from capsizing through panicked waterbending. No other witnesses, for whatever reason. He initially decides he imagined it, something else must have happened. Except then, when he’s in the palace infirmary after getting his face melted, he does it again. At that point, he basically decides that his options here are “get turned into a weapon and kill A Lot of people, or get disappeared into some dark hole somewhere where I can’t cause any problems.” Neither of those is particularly attractive, so he decides to run away. He doesn’t know what his long-term plan is at this moment--if he’ll use the comet to regain favor/save his nation based on the context he’s operating under right now, or do something else. But he has about three and a half years before then. He figures he’ll spend a year at the Western Air Temple, looking for texts/mosaics/something to get him at least vaguely airbending; then go to the North Pole to learn waterbending for a year, then spend a year in the Earth Kingdom to learn earthbending. Planning, for the last two, to present himself as mixed and while he has a lot of his Fire Nation father’s features, he inherited bending from his other parent (or grandparent, when he goes to the North Pole). For those of you familiar with my original fic, this will also include the first iteration of a prominent secondary character from Feredar/The Farglass Cycle. Mostly so Zuko has someone to talk to at the WAT XD.

Third and fourth options are a bit more nebulous, and both break off during the Ba Sing Se arc. First option, Zuko gets injured during the stampede when Aang moves the zoo (this will probably draw in at least one of my BSS OCs because I am pathologically incapable of not creating OCs, lol). Second option, Zuko leaves his mask behind in Lake Laogai, which means Aang will know he’s in the city. Not sure where either of those would go from that point but there’s some Significant Differences there, lol.

...anyway, that’s where things stand now. Which, if any, are y’all interested in seeing?

As promised, the clip from the Lu Ten story, originally written for a challenge back in...yeesh 2010 XD. Again, this is canon-compliant at least up until Iroh and Zuko arrive in BSS, and I’d possibly change the names and/or how she gets her memories back.

An Wei sat by the window, holding her little girl and watching the sky. Today had been one of Huai's bad days, so An Wei had her hand resting lightly on her daughter's neck, counting her heartbeats. The doctors had told her, back when Huai was a baby and they'd figured out what was wrong with her, to hope for seven years--but only to hope, not to count on them. So An Wei took special care to always, always watch. She never regretted her child, no. Occasionally, she wished she had never met Huai's father, but...well, she couldn't remember much about him, other than the kind golden eyes (false kindness?) that had taken her in so completely during the Siege. She didn't think about him very much. It was too painful--and dangerous. Above and beyond the dangers in thinking about the War That Was No War, her own father had... Well, he hadn't been pleased. She didn't remember the argument, but her uncle wouldn't have brought her to the Lower Ring midwife who had cared for her during her pregnancy if she hadn't needed to hide. Despite all of her vigilance, it was her own heart that skipped a beat when the moonlight filtering in through her window turned an eerie, dull red. She gasped and clutched her daughter a little tighter, praying that Huai would sleep until this went away, so it wouldn't frighten her. That is, assuming it would go away. She shivered and shifted Huai so the little girl was facing away from the window and watched in horror as the bloody moon failed to return to normal. "Please..." she whispered. "Please be normal when she wakes..." As if in response to her desperate pleading, the moon flared silver again after a half hour. But she barely had a moment to relax before it winked out completely. An Wei jumped and stifled a scream. "Don't be afraid of the dark, this'll light your way home." She jumped again. There was no one here in the room with her and Huai, but she could have sworn... The moon blinked back into existence and a pretty girl with long white hair rode in on one of its beams. An Wei stared up at her, still frightened, pulling her daughter away from the girl as best she could. The moon-girl bent down and kissed An Wei's forehead. "Remember now," she murmured, then faded out of sight. ** "Don't be afraid of the dark." He smiles and makes a little light in his palm, carefully transferring it to a bundle of sticks. "This will light your way home." ** She studies the hairpiece he wears in his topknot, turning it over and over in her hands. "There's something you should know about me, too. About my family." ** "We can make this work, Itsu." He's determined, hopeful, his golden eyes shining. "We'll talk to my father. He'll understand. We'll make it work. Meet me here, at the usual time." "I trust you." ** She waits and waits and waits, until long past dark, but he doesn't come. ** She hates speaking with her guardian, but she's scared and has nowhere else to go. "Please, help me," she finishes quietly. He nods. "I'll keep you safe, Highness. You and your child. I promise." ** The light spins around and around and around, and she forgets her name, forgets her lover, and in her place is An Wei, a young woman trained as a scribe, seduced by a nameless Fire soldier, rather than... ** Itsu let out a little sobbing breath. Huai shifted in her arms. "Mommy?" she whispered, still half-asleep. "It's okay, baby, everything's okay. Go back to sleep." "'Kay." Huai closed her golden eyes again and her breathing evened out as much as it ever did. Itsu held her daughter close. Twice over a princess, at the worst possible time, born with a broken heart. No wonder Long Feng hid us so deep.

[to clarify--Itsu is Kuei’s sister. I forget how I set the relative ages, but assuming, as seems to be the case in flashbacks, that Lu Ten is about 10 years older than Zuko, he’d be somewhere between twenty and twenty-two when he died, depending on which date you believe; Kuei is around the same age (possibly a year or two younger?) and Itsu within two years of them.]

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orsino-the-enchanter · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent (the mere existence of a post-canon verse is diverging from canon)/ fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. It depends on what you mean as popular. Whoever has ever played DA2 knows Orsino because he’s important to the plot (especially in act 3) but the opinions on him are conflicted. like they are on any morally gray character. Still, he is a side character who has like 5 scenes in the entire game, so I believe he’s not getting the attention he deserves.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. Orsino certainly is not everyone’s cup of tea, I can say that much. Physical appearance-wise he is very attractive for what he is: a stressed/depressed middle-aged DA2 elf who has seen SomeShit™ in his life. He has aged way more graceful than what he could have, but still, he is in his late 40s/early 50s, which can be a deterrent factor to some; also, the elves in this game have distinctive inhuman-like features that people either love or hate. Personally, I think that there is harmony and beauty in his features, which makes him weirdly pretty to look at and i love the fact that they gave him an hourglass body shape. However, Orsino’s true beauty lies in his personality and his calm, collected, polite demeanor. His voice is another huge bonus.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. I mean... he’s a First Enchanter who keeps his knowledge on blood magic and necromancy a secret, there are hints that he’s a somniari mage throughout the game, he has some very badass scenes where he kicks the asses of bigger/stronger opponents than himself when he’s outnumbered AND he has one of the 2 boss battles in the finale of the game. There is no doubt that he is a force to be reckoned with in battle.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. I think he’s criminally underrated not just by the fandom, but even the creators of the game, who gave him no backstory, only a handful of scenes and butchered his character just to add another boss battle.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. Meeting him along with Knight Commander Meredith and Viscount Dumar earns you an achievement (the “friends in high places” one). He is one of the main antagonists in the third and most crucial part of the game and you can either choose to side with him or oppose him.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. Lots of elements in the storyline depend on the protagonist’s political views on what’s going on in Kirkwall, and since Orsino is a prominent political figure, he is relevant to the protagonist’s views. He can be either an ally or an opponent, depending to what the protagonist’s views are. Also, he had been involved to the protagonist’s tragic loss of their mother -albeit indirectly-, since he was an informant of the murderer.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. He’s a controversial but VERY well-known public figure, to the point where he can be recognized in the streets -even if people have never seen him before, they can recognize the staff he carries, his distinctive robes and the fact that he’s an elf (an elven first enchanter is news in itself, so he doesn’t go by unnoticed). The protagonist has heard of him -along with rumors and gossip surrounding him- before he had the chance to meet him in person. He has such influence and people skills that he even carried out a rally to overturn the Knight Commander’s rule of the city and almost succeeded.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on who you ask. Mage sympathizers see him as a brave advocate of his people’s rights who wouldn’t hesitate to put his life on the stake for them. The common folk and the city authorities see him as a potentially dangerous troublemaker and rebel.

How strictly do you follow canon? — I try to follow canon mostly in my canon verse, while taking some artistic liberties due to the lack of a concise backstory. In post-canon verses and au’s, I have taken all the insights on Orsino’s personality, views and way of thinking and I have adapted them to fit each verse’s context.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — For him ‘mage’ is not just a term describing his abilities, it is also a term describing his personality as a whole. He has that elegance, cultivation and mystical charm about him; he is morally grey yet charismatic; witty yet cunning and certainly not one to be toyed with. Despite the exterior of a powerful yet restrained scholar he maintains , however, there are many layers to him and each is darker than the last. He can be both the erudite conversation partner you’d like to have an existential conversation with over a glass of good wine, a trusted advisor you’d confide your problems to and a force to be reckoned with who would obliterate you or your enemies in battle, depending on the situation. Still, the First Enchanter has some very vulnerable sides too, but he tries to keep them to himself.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — In the main verse he’s a minor character; with not as much involvement in the protagonist’s life as other characters (such as the companions). He’s also kind of secluded and not in touch with whatever happens in real life -not just because he lives in the Circle, but because he has been institutionalized, like any other person who has been brought there from a very young age. Also, there is the age gap which can make him a bit harder to reach than someone younger.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — When I played DA2 for the first time, Orsino piqued my interest because he was the very definition of a tragic figure. He was the only voice of reason in the madhouse that is Kirkwall; yet he was fighting alone for a just cause that was doomed. He had the whole city and the authorities against him; still, he did not give up trying to protect his people; and he did his best to refrain from violence until the bitter end. His death -a suicide, no matter how you cut it- was equally tragic as the life he led; it was seeing the bringer of hope for mages losing all hope himself and deciding to go fighting and not on his knees. That, combined with his sarcasm and sophistication convinced me that I had to do justice to this poor underappreciated soul and dig deeper into his character -even try to write an alternative ending for him. Hence, this blog was created.

What keeps your inspiration going? — My amazing roleplay partners with all the good work they put into their characters and the love they have shown me and my character so far. I love you guys <3

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? i have my doubts sometimes, but i think i do ok. Still, I would love to have more feedback to see how i can improve even more.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF Headcanons, metas, the works.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. I am not sure what is meant by ‘drabbles’ but sure, I’d love to write more of those.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. All the time, especially before going to bed. That is where all those rp ideas come from.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? Again, i don’t really get much feedback, so i am not that sure if I am doing any good and if my Orsino sounds genuine

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO / SOMETIMES. I like how i have written some threads more than others, I’m not gonna lie.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO / SORTA. I am a sensitive person in general, but not someone whose feelings are easily hurt/triggered or someone who takes things that are not my business to heart.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Criticism is welcome only when it is constructive; in the sense that there are clearly stated arguments as to what I do not do right and suggestions on how to improve. If someone sends me an ask like “i don’t like x just because” or anon hate, I am just going to ignore it.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — YES!!! YESS!!! YESS!!!!!!! I cannot stress enough how helpful it is for me to receive suggestions and questions that help me explore sides of my character i have not thought about so far! Even if your questions are the randomest things ever, i’d still LOVE to answer them. I have received some asks like “what would Orsino do in x situation” in the past and they were SO fun to write!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Of course! As I said, so far the opinion is supported beyond the ��just because’, I will be happy to consider it. Anything that helps me broaden my perspective is welcome.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — same as the above.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — I do not really mind; i am the first person to recognize that Orsino is a controversial figure and people may hate him for whatever reason. I might not agree with the hate, but each to their own I suppose.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — If they do not do it in the typical ‘grammar nazi’ style i’m chill with it. Grammatical errors tend to happen more often than not, just because i almost never proofread. *shrug*

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — I think so, yes. As I said, I am not easily annoyed, triggered or have my feelings hurt, and i am very excited to interact with new people. Still, i do recommend reading my verses/about/rules pages, if anything, to know what to expect from my portrayal and activity patterns.

tagged by: stolen from @theharellan tagging: @of-enormous-girth @oftevinter @the-old-and-the-hapless @soldier-of-visus @lathsuledin @redtemplarcommander @hisfavoritewolf @the-champions-of-the-just @lowtownbutcher @elderone @sworntoprotect @altuspavus @starkhavenprince @aqun--athlok @hornedchief @iamcole

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ducktales-wco-oo · 4 years

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✩ How I Run My Blog! ✩

Speed:

Slow As Hell, for the most part. True, there are times when I yeet replies out because me and/or my muse are ridiculously invested in a thread, or inspiration instantly strikes. However, my default tends to be Really Slow. Something I try to make prominent to everyone since I understand some people prefer to not wait months at a time for a response- which is something I often end up doing. For a variety of reasons: be it because muses are fickle, it tends to take hours at a time for me to craft replies, I literally have hundreds of threads... As a result of this, I don’t drop threads too often either? Usually, they're lingering in my drafts, and it isn’t uncommon for a hella old one to suddenly be thrust onto the dash.

Of course, I never expect people to reply to Old Threads if they don’t want to, and don’t mind either way! I just like offering a response so I didn’t just abruptly drop it. :3 But yeah, I am a very slow roleplayer and while I hope my writing is decent enough to be worth the wait, I’ve had experience interacting with others who obviously prefer things to be quick and constant. Which I am not. Not delving into THOSE experiences because yeah- They weren’t the best. lol But I just want to make it clear that my speed does not equate my interest in a thread or in interacting with others. I am just a hella slow person who wants to write about birbs.

Replies:

My replies tend to get L O N G. I am not adept at short threads, and even ones that start out as really small back-and-forth replies are pretty much guaranteed to get longer on my side within a few responses. My muses like to get introspective and I like to get descriptive- I’m talking several paragraphs before they start to talk or even get to the point where they aren’t thinking-about/reacting-to whatever your muse did in the last reply. XD I’ve noticed that my average seems to be three-to-five paragraphs, but it isn’t uncommon for me to break the double-digits at times. Of course, I never expect my partners to match length and as long as I’m given more than a couple sentences in return, it’s all good.

Starters:

Whenever I add a new muse, I often post a Starter Call for them. They tend to vary in length, but are often two-to-three paragraphs long because I’ve tried to make single sentence ones and it never seems to work out. Occasionally, I’ll throw out random Open Starters when inspiration or a random idea strikes. These starters are free for as many people to respond to as they want, and are ALWAYS open regardless of how long ago I posted them.

Inbox:

My Inbox is always open and I am constantly reblogging RP and Ask memes for it. However, again I shall bring up my Turtle-Like speed because my asks do tend to snowball. Right now I have 966 asks, so it’s no surprise that sometimes they can get lost in the pile. But I have a habit of answering random ones whenever threads aren’t working or I’m in a mood for something specific that a reply won’t give, so that’s why I continuously reblog things. I like having a healthy stash of stuff to answer when needed. So don’t be surprised if an ask you forgot you even sent is suddenly popping up onto the dash. XD

Selectivity:

I am semi-selective, meaning that while I am willing to RP with people I am not technically mutuals with, I won’t RP with everyone. I’m not trying to discourage people from approaching or make anyone feel poorly, there are just certain writing styles that I tend to gravitate towards and click more easily with. For example, if I notice that someone’s blog is filled with a surplus of one-liner back-and-forth, uncut replies, chances are I’m not going to follow because I don’t want my dash constantly cluttered. Maybe I’ll RP if they approach and give more than single sentences in our threads, but I’m not going to automatically promise to interact with everyone. Because I did that before and honestly, it’s not fair to me or the other person if I’m not actually enjoying replying to a thread.

I don’t take graphics or Aesthetics into consideration when it comes to following or interacting. After all, what is important is the writing and the fun. :3

Wishlist:

I have a tag for random things that I thought would be fun to explore- #Got The Quacking Craze || {Wishlist}

But if I have to state some specific things, I suppose that right now I’d enjoy threads in some of my AU verses. Specifically, the Siren AU for Fenton because I LOVE that fluffy fish and it’s a shame that I don’t often get to write in it. Another AU that I like is the Robo AU for Louie, and I’ve rarely used it as well. Not to mention, his negaversion Louis is a precious boi who I definitely wouldn’t mind more interactions with. Oh! It’d also be cool to have threads that take place when my muses are kids- particularly: Fenton, Gladstone, and Mark.

Or threads that take place during College/Teen years. Again with: Fenton, Gladstone, and this time Imma throw Panchito into the mix. Some College Caballeros, perhaps? Some Fenton-still-with-his-assnugget-bf Angst? Some glam-rock-phase Gladstone dealing with the jealousy of his peers, the still-lingering guilt of having ‘killed’ his parents, and crushing on his nerdy best friend all wrapped up in the facade of Teen Drama? JNFFJKSDFNDSF...

Honest Notes:

As well as being slow with Replies and Asks, I am oftentimes slow with my IMs. This is nothing personal against anyone! I just get overwhelmed at times and have the memory of a potato. Which means sometimes I’ll think I replied or just flat-out forget until days later. Plus Tunglr LOVES to screw with my messages, so more often than not I’m not even alerted of them until hours upon hours later... Long story short, I really do enjoy talking with all of you and love getting messages from my friendos. Seriously, I don’t mind if when I’m flooded with them. It just sometimes takes me a bit to gather up enough energy to reply coherently.

Random Side Notes:

My blog is pretty messy and while I’m trying to whip up bios that are more than just notes for my own benefit hastily scrawled down whenever I was in a muse-adding frenzy, lots of info about my muses tend to either be in my own head or jotted down on the random Headcanon posts I sometimes throw into the wild. XD I also have a habit of analyzing the HELL out of things when I get excited, so long-ass posts like those sometimes pop up as well.

Speaking of excitement, there WILL be times when I gush about the star of this blog- *motions at Fenton* and everyone must Accept That. Because he is my FLUFFY SON and I shan’t apologize for loving him with every fiber of my being. X3 Sometimes I’ll go off about other characters too, but more often than not it is HIM. OOC posts are a thing too.

Sometimes inspiration comes in bursts and muses take over the blog for a day or a few- like right now, how Fenton is dominating everything. My birbs are fickle bishes and I’ve learned to just let them fight over who is going to get the attention, then roll with whoever wins. This is why I encourage people to interact with as many muses as they want and start as many threads as they’d like. That way, no matter which muse is strong or what kind of thread I am in the mood for, there’s a chance something will Work With Me. Besides, I’m always up for new threads and ideas, regardless of how many things we are juggling already.

That being taken into account- Please understand that I oftentimes don’t know WHO the Hell I’m going to feel the muse for or WHAT threads they will be. So no rushing or nagging for replies because all that does is make my muses drag their feet. :’3

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anthousas · 6 years

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❀ RP Character Profile: Victorine Soleil.

BASICS –––

NAME: Victorine Oronir (née Soleil).

Age: 24.

Birthday: 15th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon.

Race: Midlander Hyur with possible Garlean blood from her father’s side.

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Marital Status: Married.

Server: Balmung.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Fawn in colour with pink streaks. Wavy. Normally she either wears it down, or puts half of it in a half braid.

Eyes: Pink.

Height: 162cm // 5 fulms, 3 ilms.

Build: Not entirely curvaceous, rather on the slim side with fairly endowed assets. Her tummy is rather flat, though Victorine has a bit of baby fat here and there, particularly on her cheeks.

Distinguishing Marks: During the Warrior of Light’s first battle with Zenos, Victorine foolishly tried to intervene and help, earning her a hefty scar over her left eye. It has since healed, though up close the faintest markings of it can be seen.

Common Accessories: A hat or a headpiece/headdress. She has a fondness for jewellery and is often using layers of necklaces, and is always seen with her ring of eternity.

ABOUT –––

Victorine is a bit of a mystery. In the early years of her childhood, Victorine remembers helping her mother, a seamstress for the Empire back in Garlemald. When Victorine was about 12 or 13, her mother and her fled to Ul’dah; Thus making a young Victorine a bit of a street rat until her early adolescence. When Victorine was around 16, her mother died; Though her death was never specified, Victorine mentions often that her mother struggled with depression as long as she could remember, which hints that it may have been a suicide. The loss of her mother was a pivotal point in putting down her sewing needle in exchange for a grimoire.

She occasionally aided the Scions of the Seventh Dawn when she became efficient as a Summoner, and became more prominent in helping them every so often during the journey and events in Coerthas.

Upon their travels to the Azim Steppe, she met Magnai Oronir, and while originally not getting off on the right foot (she threw up on him) the two eventually realized that they were in love sometime when she decided to stay back in the Steppe while her friends travelled to Doma first; She sees Azim in him where he sees Nhaama in her — Though, the mixed racial relationship breaks traditions, and raises concerns in some. Victorine is however very respectful to the lifestyle, tradition, and culture of the Steppe, and abides it for the most part.

Currently residing in The Dawn Throne, Victorine is a call and Yol ride away from helping her friends should they need it.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Khatun of The Dawn Throne, also the current khagan of the Azim Steppe.

Hobbies: Victorine is very fond of sewing, and likes making clothes of her own. She also enjoys watching the arts, be they in music, acting, or whatever else. Her primary hobby is being an absolute menace to everyone in her life, be they friend or for; Magnai in particular is her primary victim.

Languages: This is cheating, because Victorine has the Echo.

Residence: The Dawn Throne, The Azim Steppe.

Birthplace: N/A.

Religion: Agnostic to a degree. While she believes or is aware of the existence of deities, Victorine doesn’t necessarily have faith in them.

Patron Deity: Menphina.

Fears: Death; While she has no issues in taking the life of enemies, or absolutely horrible people, Victorine greatly fears losing those she holds dear to her. Loss of her looks; Awfully vain, Victorine is super conscious about her appearance and looks after it in great detail.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: Magnai Oronir.

Children: None.

Parents: Laurette Soleil (Midlander Hyur), an unknown man of Garlean blood (possibly).

Siblings: N/A.

Other Relatives: N/A.

Pets: Not necessarily having one in particularly, Victorine does have a whole herd of Tender Lambs that she fancies to dote on. She also has a customized Wind-Up Magnai that has a linkpearl in it, allowing the actual Magnai to communicate with his wife when she’s away from the Steppe; It is lovingly called Magnai Jr. by Victorine (sometimes Little Sun, though she avoids calling it that in front of Magnai’s face).

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS –––

Smoking Habit: No.

Drugs: No.

Alcohol: Every now and then. She isn’t necessarily a lightweight, though gets very giggly when she’s had a bit too much.

CHARACTER HOOKS –––

Did you hear that she shines brighter than The Sun?: While many were beyond relieved that Magnai found his Nhaama in Victorine, the young woman’s menace ways and being from out of the Steppe (or not even a Xaela, or an Au Ra at all) raised some brows. Victorine tries to inspire Magnai’s views on love to be open-minded, while he simultaneously inspired her to believe in a great, destined love. Thus, unless called upon, Victorine is primarily residing in the Steppe.

This is how to be a troublemaker.: More than just a bit of a menace, Victorine tends to cause some chaos wherever she goes, even if she doesn’t mean to, or if she doesn’t realize it. However, most of her menace shenanigans are harmless. Her playful, outgoing personality just makes her outspoken tendencies to say things that people either don’t expect, or exactly what people are thinking (but she still shouldn’t say), often landing herself and others around her in trouble.

For victory!: The only confirmed thing people know about Victorine is that her first name is in fact Victorine. Soleil was a last name that she adopted, and she has never said what her actual last name is, likely because she doesn’t know what it is. Victorine gets rather elusive when asked about her background.

OUT OF CHARACTER THINGS AND CONTACT INFORMATION –––

– You may refer to me as Merm OOC! I’m in my twenties and am in the GMT/UTC+8 timezone.

– Victorine’s in-game name is Victorine Soleil at the moment if you would like to add her!

– Victorine is ICly married to Magnai. If this is for some reason not approved by you, or you don’t dig canon/OC ships, then this is not the character profile for you. Heck, I don’t think my entire page is for you, then!

– For some timeline of their relationship: In her canon, Victorine and Magnai were married sometime during the events of Under the Moonlight. They had gotten together properly after Doma was liberated.

– If you’d like, you can find me on my twitter or Discord; Though I’m more likely to give the former as opposed to the latter unless we’re friends! Messages on tumblr are fine, too, albeit not ideal.

– That being said, I’m a bit picky with whom I plot with: This is not necessarily an elitist thing, it’s just because my schedule is a bit all over the place and I’m not really one to fire out replies constantly which is what some people might be looking for.

– In-game RP is a bit new to me, and I think I’d prefer RPing or plotting (excessively) on social media.

– Listen, I know the Common Eorzean dialogue includes saying things like ‘pray’ in place of ‘please,’ but I ain’t got time for that, man. I’ll try to keep it as canon as possible, of course, but if you really try to scalp me for not using the appropriate terms, you’ll owe me $15 for your shenanigans.

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nakanaai · 7 years

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Oh man, where do I begin?

A year ago, I officially began my presence in the Fire Emblem Fates RP community — and here I am, still here, a year later! Only those who have been around for longer than I have remember my old URL KIRAQI — but upon further deepening of Kiragi’s character, was changed to the one I have present day. It’s only been my second experience with a community on Tumblr, my first being in the Osomatsu-san fandom — and I had ditched one of my blogs in said community in favor of Kiragi.

I guess I should start with what I’m thankful for in this introduction. Honestly, there’s a LOT to be thankful for — this community’s kindness, it’s welcome, and the zeal it had ever since I joined to improve many different aspects of myself in the creative aspect. This includes my graphics, writing, musical ability — it’s endless. I joined this community with absolutely no idea how it’d work out — honestly, I thought it would be a lot like the Osomatsu-san community, where the majority of people DREW ANSWERS to asks. I was surprised to find out that the majority of the fandom used their creative writing skills for the most part. I was young — er, younger — when I made the blog, so I had no knowledge of what I was doing, other than the fact that I was here to have fun — I think that’s the most important part to when I joined. As began to roleplay more and more, new glasses were placed upon my face, and I started seeing — well, EVERYTHING differently.

Before this gets too long, I’d like to just say thank you — to YOU. Because it’s likely that if you’re seeing this from my blog, you’re following me — you’re one of those THOUSAND followers that I have accumulated over the past year. Roleplaying is not my priority, as writing in a whole is just a hobby for me, and I always do things in the order and balance that I want — perhaps that’s selfish of me, but this community has allowed me to realize MANY things. Everyone I met was so unique and amazing, and even though I’ve only managed to fully befriend only a fraction of my followers, I cannot wait to see what’s in store for me in the future!

And — oh yes. You didn’t forget, right? Because I didn’t — I told you that I’d make a CELEBRATORY VIDEO. Now, let’s begin this long-ass bias list. | art credit !

NOTE: THIS IS KINDA LONG SO IF YOU HAVE A WRITTEN PORTION OR WANNA FIND UR URL JUST “CTRL + F + (UR URL)” smooch k thnx

@archerofmitrenzi / chase / big bro moist || HOOOO okay where do i begin here — I think I should just start of by saying thank you. because of all the people that i have met through this system, through this community, you’re the one that has helped me out the most emotionally — pulled me through and gave me a good slap in the spine when i needed it — and i definitely acknowledge that about you. i won’t go off rambling about how amazing i think you are, you already know that i think that, but i’d just like to remind you of it — because you’re not someone that i constantly have to validate. you’re strong like that, and i really admire that about you — you’re someone that just needs to be reminded that you’re unconditionally loved, and that is how i want to treat you. i’ll be honest, i was a little intimidated when i first met you — i had no idea what interest you had in me, or why you added me on skype. but i guess i’m just super thankful about that?? befriending you was a risk that i was willing to take — and i’m EXTREMELY glad i did. i really feel a brotherly, platonic love from you — and i’m so glad we share that. i don’t care how often or not we talk, because i’m not afraid to starting conversation with you — you’re really someone that i know wont judge me or anything.

i think that’s what i learned from you, big bro. i learned to be fearless.

@nenshori / yummy-chi but she’s yume to everyone else bc shes mINE?? || UMM ITS PROBABLY MORE APPROPRIATE FOR ME TO MENTION U IN A BIAS LIST FOR CHRYS BUt I dont care ur my girlfirend and i LOVE YOU?? i know you havent been around the community very much, but i respect to why you would or would not want to be here — out of fear as i know. i’ve already fallen the FUCK in love with seiji, and i absolutely love how you characterized him already — just by the conversations we have, i absolutely adore seiji. we have not even roleplayed too much, but i really fucking like your writing — it’s just so GOOD, and i really really really want to write just as good as you. your art is amazing as well, and i really think that you deserve so much more....as ur girlfriend, its my duty do this after all. so i’m going to try and make things so so so much better for you and so so so much more comfortable for you — that maybe you’ll come here and i can!!!! advocate my girlfriend!!!!!!!! bc i love you so much!!!!!!!

@pulveriizer / momiji || aight, i know we don’t talk too much anymore, but you really deserve to be on this list. you’ve been influential to me even now, even with our situation and how we’ve grown — we didn’t talk too much about our muses in canon, but i definitely had fun talking about the extremely fucked up despair au with you. i just didn’t need to hold back when it came to you, and i could tell you didn’t hold back with me either — and, ultimately, i think that’s what ended “us”. but i’m glad that “us” just became “you and me” — we’re both very different individuals with similar interests. and i find it extremely admirable that you still try to make conversation — I’M the lame one, and i know that. i guess i’m still just a little regretful, still just a little bit angry — but i know that that has to change eventually. i can’t honestly comprehend it all, but i’m glad that your message is delivered in the morning and that you bid me a good day, even if nothing else is catered.

@vvintery / @raimented / nasuga / cosmo || OH COSMO... MY WHITE SINGLE CHRISTIAN DAD... honestly i was a bit intimidated by you at the beginning but??? when u messaged me about me portrayal of kiragi i was just “WHOA!!!!!” because i had never had such a lengthy and well-written review of my portrayal, ever. you honestly give me an unconditional care even though we fight all the time — that’s rlly what i like abt our relationship, just the fact that we can fight and we can totally make up from that if we needed to. you and gwen filled a void in me that i felt for a while when it came to the community, and i can’t express my gratitude. it’s just really nice having a friend like you. not to mention, i love felix and hatsuyuki SO MUCH — i’m so so SO happy we got to share memories with both accounts, and i really hope that we can continue to share said memories in the future.

@hanabari / @cursecut / gwen || OH GWENNY MY LOV.... HONESTLY YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT YOU (((AKA UR AMAZING))) AND THAT ME AND NASUGA WOULD FIGHT TO THE DEATH WHEN IT COMES TO OUTMATCHING EACH OTHER’S THOUGHTS OF HOW AMAZING YOU ARE.... you’ve honestly gone through SO much as one of my closer friends and i just?? want you to be happy, whether that be while you talk to me and nasu or you play the FUUCKFING JIMMY NEUTRON GAME... yes but anywho, you made so many memories for me??? and i love the connection u, me and nasu had shared .... i jus.... its indescribable. i hope that things look up for you because i know you deserve that, regardless of what you think for yourself or what you think you deserve — I THINK YOU DESERVE THE WORRRRLDDD

@bewitchinqs / bee || AAAAA BEEE.... my be... big sissy bee. you’re the big sister figure — all the lovely people i’ve met, and i’ve grown to look at you as an inspiration as a person, graphic designer, writer — everything to be honest. you’re not just someone that is easy to talk to, you’re someone that is adored and loved in so so SO many ways, by SO MANY PEOPLE, and if i’m being honest, my love for you mayhaps only be a fragment of the whopping amount you receive and DESERVE. however, this doesn’t derive from the fact these are still the feelings i have about you — you’re really just ... whoa!! thats all i can really describe it as. because everything you do i “whoa!!”, and everything in whatever situation is “whoa!!” too. you’re a power figure to me — tbh you could run this whole community bc its in the palm of your hands. you’re just that great with people, and you’ve swayed my heart is well. thank you for being there for me —— thanks for the being the older sister i never had.

@maidfaire / @ofbraveskies / layla || LAYLAAAA... honestly??? if i could name someone dedicated to this community, it would be you. you’re the face i see all the time, and everyone loves you — rightfully so! your portrayal of felicia is much more wonderful and lovely than you take it to be. you’re extremely chill and you care very deeply about everyone in the community — i think that’s amazing to be honest. you’re sort of like that hometown sweetheart when it comes to the fire emblem community — everyone can approach you and you’re just so prominent here that it’s difficult to imagine this place without you. plus, i could never forget how you helped me, even though we aren’t on EXTREMELY CLOSE terms — another individual’s aid always sticks in my mind, and you’re someone that i can go to without being afraid. i think it’s because i know you’re not someone who judges others — i really like that about you!

@epeedelordre / @shir0uji / allison || OH YES ALLISON....ALLIBONBON.....can i just say that i love you?? so much??? being one of the people that’s made me feel wanted and made me feel EXCITED to actually log on and be on kiragi, that’s really really important when it comes to my motivation and my muse. i’ve never told you, or at least, i don’t think i have, but you did play a huge part in how much fun i had in the community — you made my presence feel like i was SOMETHING here, something other than a kiragi. even though your english isn’t good, i still found it really really nice to roleplay and to send you memes — i didn’t care about the quality of your writing, and i still do not. i personally think it’s amazing, because it’s something i can remember and work with. your shiro and your muses shine bright in my memories, and without you, i don’t think i would love this place as much as i do now. thank you for giving me happiness — i hope i had done the same with you.

@spalvingus / @fiiercespear / @bloomiingblade / jenn || aahhh jen ... can i just say that you portray such LOVELY ladies? i really find that your devotion to each and every one of your lady muses, even hinata, is extremely admirable. i can’t even begin to pick up myself and write someone like CAMILLA or HANA or even OBORO ... i look to you when it comes to inspiration to writing powerful female characters. i love how no-nonsense you write each and every one of your muses-- lydia is included in this. i was a bit intimidated by you when you first joined as takumi, but when i learned you were interested in my kiragi headcanons, i was glad to see things later blossomed from there. it’s very special to me when someone cares about what i have to say — i’m also very grateful that you go out of your way liking my ooc even though it’s completely unnecessary. i’m not sure if you know this, but just that being true gives me more motivation to be here, and i don’t think i’d still be as “active” as i am without your support.

@mysticalxwarriors / capri || lemme just say capri ... i couldn’t have loved spending the end of my summer with anyone else. honestly, i don’t know what got over me when i just started being on twitter more and more — but i’m honestly really glad about that? knowing that there was someone i could talk to about percy and kiragi — and we had so much fun, too. i never forget sending a line of never gonna give you up at midnight when you clearly told me not too. it’s just fun to rebel like that — and hey, it was also extremely fun to just know that there was somebody on twitter that i could talk to. and plus, i really love your percy for all he is — and your other muses, too! you’re just so passionate that it’s admirable — i think that’s great tbh. i hope that you’re having fun every day and that life is never boring for you.

@ofcoronellas / @northfaire / nero / n || where do i start with nero tbh ... honestly, you’re just a huge inspiration to me? you’re a great person and friend, and you’re so passionate about absolutely everything you do. i saw this when i first met you, and i still see it today onwards. you’re an amazing artist, and an equally amazing writer that i look up to! i really have to hand it to you when it came to just loving kiragi and loving percy and loving pretty much all of your muses, because you deliver justice to all of them that i don’t think anyone else could possibly do. i’m so glad that i got to meet you, considering you’ve just been this huge impact to how i play kiragi and figure out his character— some of his qualities were just thanks to you! you’re such a good person — kind as well. i don’t know how to put it in further words. i do hope that you continue doing what you love, because you’re really good at whatever you choose to do.

@maskedheir / @acerbicsamurai / shira || AHHH SHIRA ... can i just say? i really really love you. i love your devotion to your passions, and i love how you know what’s best for you, etc. i think that’s a really admirable and important part of a person. honestly, like i said, i was intimidated by you when we first met — i thought you didn’t like me, or you didn’t like my kiragi. i was this nooby roleplayer that had no idea what she was doing. i was extremely happy whenever you sent memes to me when i was just a baby, because that gave me interaction with a hisame — and i was craving some interaction with him in my early years. you delivered quite well! speaking of which, i could probably never portray your muses tbh — i just can’t do a grumpy old man, but you do saizo and hisame very well!! plus all your other muses, since you’re so versatile... again, that’s an admirable thing about you. i see how happy you are on saizo and i support what you’re doing and the break you’re on at the moment, but i had to give a shout out to you because you’ve impacted my portrayal of kiragi. you let me have fun, even when i was being a total kid. thanks for that, shira.

@unladylikc / @honorbourne / livi || i’d just like to start off with how gosh darn lovely your support is to me. honestly, it’s not often that i can find kiragi in a good situation (and unique) situation when it comes to ocs — double whammy for the uniqueness. but vivian’s relationship with kiragi is one that sticks out to me as something he has with an original character — it makes me feel like i’m writing him more diverse, like he deserved to be written as. i’d just like to say how much i enjoy kiragi and vivian’s friendship and apprenticeship at that — i’m sure my kiragi would say the same, considering how vivian’s guidance as a teacher is different than most he had learned from. and that’s really huge for me — having a relationship with a muse that doesn’t include the traditional studying and/or hunting scenario. it’s a breath of fresh air that i entirely appreciate. not only this, but i do love what we have going on with say’ri and kiragi as well — kiragi’s youth also bringing a fresh breath of air to say’ri. what i mean to say is, i think it’s important for both mun and muse to get a new experience and a new opportunity for new relationships for their muse — you do just that for me, and splendidly as well.

@bornxsteward / @sonofanohrian / cocoa || cocoa ... i know we’ve had some pRETTY ROUGH BUMPS IN THE ROAD... but oh my gosh. let me just say, you’ve grown SO MUCH since i first talked to you. as a writer, artist, and a person — that’s so so SO important to somebody that’s helped you through hard times, as well as someone who has gone through other victims of your situations and have been mistreated in the end. your changes and your kindness has improved tremendously, and i’m extremely glad with your progress. honestly, i’m really really happy for you! you’re doing such a good job being a dwyer, and you being happy and having fun is something that absolutely everybody deserves. i don’t know why others are blocking you or what you’re doing “wrong”, but i’ll simply say that not everyone has such a broad line of vision for a second chance. i’m so glad that i didn’t give up on you, because you’ve GROWN, and it SHOWS. i noticed that when we started talking again— and i hope that your writing hobby continues on, because i’ll say, you’re a great writer! please continue being extremely amazing.

@crimson-virtue / @ascendancisms / moon || i know you’re not on tumblr much anymore, but not without good reason. still, i really enjoyed your presence while you were here, moon — i didn’t find it weird you wanted to be friends, and i was ecstatic when you made saga. you honestly made me feel like there was still worth in friendship in the community — worth in getting close to someone, worth in getting to know people. i’m pretty sure you were the one to start conversation when we first met in the beginning, but i did love to talk to you — i didn’t care that you made a crapton blogs and a crap ton of muses, too. i was just happy that there was someone that wanted to talk to ME about that sort of stuff. despite all the people in the community, i was the one you talked to about that — and even though there were probably other people, too — you stuck around, even when you left. you scared me that first time, y’know?? i was worried about you suddenly leaving like that. but when someone filled me in, i was glad to know you were just doing what you felt was right for you. i think that’s what makes you an incredible individual.

@retakinglory / @chiisaichiizu / isa || isa... lemme just say, you’re effin GREAT. like. i can’t put it to words tbh. i really love your portrayal of both foleo and shino — like?? i’m so for them?? idk if you know this, but i just don’t like forrest in general — but your portrayal of him, and how serious he is in post-birthright, and how much you develop him is really really REALLY good — so much that i can even tolerate him and LIKE him when it comes to you. plus, you’re so mature and i really want to be at your level when i’m older. i know i’m just a kid, and you’re way out of my range to perhaps think like, but it wouldn’t hurt to be inspired, right? plus, i really liked how we can just back and forth randomly throw our muses at each other. it makes me feel versatile and flexible with my portrayal. that’s a huge thing when it comes to me as a writer, and i’m sure you know that well! thank you for providing me with that experience. you rock.

@duskheir / @tactiumsordine / genesis || GENESIS... you’re SO FUN TBH, i do love talking to you when i get the chance. i know you’re not really on siegbert anymore so i have no idea what blog to tag you in, but since my kiragi has had the most interaction with your siegbert, i decided that would be the most appropriate. but GENESIS OMG... it was just fun to talk to you and joke around? i love to mess around with older people, though, that may kick me in the butt since i might have appeared as annoying — but regardless, it made me feel reassured as well knowing that you were someone i could talk to. i wasn’t afraid or felt burdening to make edits for you at all, because you took them in strides and you took me as a person wholly two. that’s important to me, as a person. plus, like isa, it was fun just to throw our muses back and forth and have a totally uncalled for roleplay. that’s SUPER fun when it comes to me and my muse, so thank you so much for that!

@fellheaven / @rebellefaire / kris || KRIS... I JUST!!! I LOVE YOUR MUSES!!!!! and your aesthetic too like?? holy MOLY.... when it comes to things looking good and looking pleasing to the eye, you’re the first person i think of. honestly. you have such a good eye for that sort of thing!! your eye for beauty can be exchanged back and forth between soft and sweet to hardcore and edgy, and that can be difficult for many people, but you seem to nail that on the spot. that’s what i look up to you for. not only that, you’re just a good person in general and you deserve much more love, appreciation, and free-time. and i lovE your kaze too? like?? he’s so soft help my soul?? AND I LOVE HAJIME, HIS COMPLETE OPPOSITE... ill be real i dont usually like dickhole characters like hajime but when i roleplay with him or see you writing for him it?? makes me feel more determined? especially with kiragi. kiragi feels extremely determined to get close to him, and i share the same feelings.i want to see hajime melt into a soft puddle....maybe one day.

@royal-botanist / @aim--and--reload / nessa || NESSA YOURE LIKE... the popular girl, hmu xoxoo baby doll. JHKJDFGSH IM JOKING, bbut omg, youre just so GOOD?? you’re popular for a very good reason!! you’re inclusive, nice, and you play a very popular muse well! you’re nowhere near intimidating, so you’re sort of like that approachable power figure in the community i suppose? bUT YEAH... other than me rambling about how popular you are, as i said, it isn’t without a good reason. you’re just an approachable, friendly character that everyone can really relate to, including me. and you advocate love for others, which is extremely important when it comes to people i like — it’s something you do without really thinking, and i appreciate you so much for that. your leo is PHENOMENAL, and i laugh everytime you log into nina! YOU JUST HAVE SUCH A REFRESHING SENSE OF HUMOR AND PRESENCE... and everybody is sure to acknowledge that! you’re just that great. i hope that you continue to stick around and take care of everybody. i know that they’ll take care of you in return.

@myfrillspaythebills / @theothervonkarmagirl || HAHA OKAY... honestly?? i’ve had so much fun roleplaying with you for the small time that we have been roleplaying!! i think you play your muses well so far, even if i don’t know the ace attorney fandom very well as well as your ocs. i can tell that you’ve fleshed them out in certain areas already and you carry on your roleplays with a steady pace that allows it to really feel like a drawn-out roleplay in favor of something that’s really rushed. which is what i love — it made me want to constantly throw replies back and forth!! and i hardly ever feel that with some roleplays, so having that experience again is a real blessing.

@icetribemaiden / @nohriansunshine / eli || oh eli ... i have nO IDEA WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW, but can i just say that you’re??? a wonderful friend?? and i really enjoy your portrayals. you work so hard to roleplay and write a spectrum of muses, and you aren’t afraid to either. because you roleplayed so many fire emblem muses, you were able to find what you wanted to write and what was most comfortable with you. which is really special to me, to be honest? i’m too scared to make a blog sometimes because i’m afraid i’ll lose the muse too quickly — and then i’ll die midway through, because i don’t want to archive the blog nor do i want to shut it down, because that would mean losing all my memories. i’m glad you don’t have that same fear, and i could honestly learn a thing or two from you — you’re just really good at that.

@gentlexbloom / luna || ahhh luna! i absolutely love you and your portrayal of sakura! i’m sure you already know how great of an author and writer you are — you have so many people that look up to you and love your writing. i’m one of them — it’s just so easy to beat back and forth with the way you write, which can be difficult with some people. your writing isn’t too broad, but it’s not intimidating — it’s approachable, but great. that’s something really unique you behold, which is probably why you have so many followers, too! you’re also extremely sweet and extremely supportive — your likes to my ooc posts don’t get unnoticed. actually, it’s you caring to like those posts that make me feel like i matter as a mun — that goes a long way, and if i could, i would respond to every like you give to every one of my dumb oocs posts just to tell you that i’m really happy that you care to have read whatever i post. that’s very special to me as a mun. i do hope you know that.

@melodiant / mari || MARI... can i just say? i really liked our friendship for how long that it lasted. i have no idea what’s going on in your life, but you’re probably extremely busy and you’re probably extremely caught up in something that restricts you from being here and talking to me. but i totally respect that and YOU for that matter — you’re such a good writer, and for a second gen, too! it makes me feel like that there’s hope for me and my muse, and it also made me feel super thankful to have someone who liked peragi too and was willing to talk to me about the ship when nobody else did. i also think you’re a splendid artist, and i use that one picture of sophie, kiragi, and percy in their orientation shirts as my lockscreen cover for my laptop. i just get reminded of you when i see it — it also makes me look back on what had happened, and it makes me regret not talking to you more. but i hope that you’re happy, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing — you’re amazing.

@eirenarchs / kentaro || kENTAROOOO... i know we don’t talk too much anymore, but i just want to say how much i enjoy your benny for how much you’ve been writing so far. i’m honestly hoping that one day you’ll return to us and you’ll write your amazing benny again, but for now, i can only hope that you’ll be able to at least read this and see what i have to say. honestly?? i’m so happy i’ve been friends with you for as long as we have — i know you’re extremely busy with your school life now, but i hope that things will be able to lighten up sooner or later, and that you and i will be able to talk again.

@clumsiiily / mina || AH YES HI REMEMBER ME??? THE CRAZY GIRL WHO CRIED OVER HER THEME?? — well yes i kept my promise, so here’s my formal special shout out to you. we don’t talk ooc sans that time you helped me, but honestly, such small acts of kindness give me hope for the world. you might not think it was a huge thing, y’know, telling me i just needed to disable a small little thing — but those little things can go a long way. because of you, i was saved from more hours of headache and scanning the internet for answers that were right under my nose. not only that, you play a wonderful sumia from what i have seen from you — absolutely great! it makes me wanna hop back on henry to try and rp —— but all in all, my real point in this is to say that your actions are not wasted. you really ARE kind from what i have experienced — i’m very glad you have a presence on the dash.

Others who have provided me with an enhanced Tumblr experience, whose presence has only improved my position in the community as well as opinion on their muses. Your writing is absolutely phenomenal and I wish to become better friends in the future!

#➽ — ( ⊰ SMILE / ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒʸ ) // SELF PROMO. ❜#BIAS LIST CW —#( AHH YES FINALLY DONE.... )#( THIS IS SO LATE WEEPS!!!!! BUT HERE YOU GUYS GO!!!! ily all. .. )

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In case you need a refresher, concerning certain things in the rp thread

(All of the following is taken from “The Downhill Slope”, which is part 2 of a collection of various rps for the AU, and written by @tommarvoloriddle-thediary and @riddlemostpowerful )

The Spell: Part 1 Tom ran a hand though his hair and sighed, it had been a long day. He loosened his tie and flopped down hard on the small creaky bed, tossing aside his normal air of calm confidence. The heels of his palms pressed hard to his closed eyes.

The day hadn’t gone as he planned.

He had lost Riddle.

He blindly reached for a pillow and tossed it across the room, screaming in a rage that had finally bubbled up.

FUCKING LOST HIM! - They had gone to see the Dark Lord, bring to his attention the deviousness of the Diadem Horcrux that had taken to calling himself Chidarim. The bastard had been syphoning energy from Tom and Riddle for months now, and had kept them from taking on their permanent physical forms. Had kept them weak. No wonder he could levitate as if it were nothing, he must have been brimming with power.

Tom had been furious. As soon as he had explained to Riddle the full implications of the magic Chidarim was using against them, his anger matched Tom’s. Tom had initially wanted to take out the Diadem, but Riddle had convinced him that it was best to inform the Dark Lord.

“I found this.” Tom placed the notebook on the desk of Lord Voldemort, open to the page of the spell Chidarim had cast. “He’s been doing this to harm us, I know it.”

“We wanted to make sure you knew,” Riddle added, trying to sound neutral, though it was hard for him to contain himself.

Long fingers ghosted over a passaged and then He pushed the journal back. “Of course I knew, my loves. I was the one who told him to do this to you.”

Tom paled, then his cheeks flushed with indignation.

Riddle, who had always been more passionate with his feelings, exploded at this betrayal. Tom didn’t hear his words, he felt like he was in a vacuum. He only stood there dumbly as Riddle threw his hands in the air and paced with fury. All the while noticing the frown deepen on His mouth. Riddle was to caught up, he wasn’t noticing.

Tom tried to snap himself out of his stupor, but by the time he reached out to stop Riddle it was too late.

Voldemort had his wand out, pointing it under Riddle’s chin. He shot a quick glance at Tom and, with an iciness he had never heard, told him to take his leave.

It took everything in him not to sprint from the chambers. When outside he disapparated with a pop.

Dread filled him as he walked up to their flat. - With a flutter Tom finally opened his eyes, and glared at the ceiling. He needed a plan, because he was going to get Riddle back and they were going to destroy this fucked up dynamic their older self had created. Lord Voldemort’s time was coming to an end, there was going to be a new order.

Tom’s hatred towards Riddle: Part 13 Tom had been gone over a month, but it felt like a lifetime. He had traveled all over Europe, scouring the extensive private libraries of prominent Witches and Wizards. It had all come to nothing.

The spell used had either been very rare or had been created by Lord Voldemort. He needed to read the journal again, review more of the pages. See the spells instructions in front of him. That was how he found himself outside the magically expanded flat he and the others occupied with Ava.

He eases the front door open, it was an ungodly hour, and no one should be about. He had stored the small leather bound volume on his own personal book case, the one next to his bed. He wondered if it were still there.

Creeping past the other rooms, he tries not to even breath. He wanted to come and go, no one would be the wiser when they woke in the morning.

He paused at Riddle’s door. It was directly across from his own, and the door was ajar. The scene inside made him pinch his lips. Riddle had obviously become even more depraved since they had met last.

He turned away, and opened his door silently, closing it behind him. The journal was just where he left it. Everything was in its place, actually…it made him miss the comforts of having a permanent residents. He would come back for good one day, but it wouldn’t be tonight. He stowed the book in a pack, along with a few others, and gave the room a once over for anything else he could use.

Satisfied, he readied himself to leave. When Tom opened he door he was so surprised his bag fell to the floor, the books inside clattered out loudly.

Riddle’s eyes were more red than he had ever seen them before.

—

Tom had returned.

The idea of switching out his books in place of enchanted duplicates which would warn Riddle of his counterpart’s return had been both a stroke of brilliance and a last ditch effort. He had figured that his younger self would not be foolish enough to venture back to reclaim anything from their stronghold, but if, by any chance he did…Riddle couldn’t even bring himself to hope.

When the moment did finally come though, Riddle found himself preoccupied. He was attending to his pet in a way only he would deem necessary when he felt the shift in his magical field. Tom had returned and there was not a moment to be lost.

Riddle retreated, leaving his toy locked safely away for a time (she would wait for his return, patiently, for as long as he needed), before he strode down to Tom’s room to meet his target.

Tom stumbled back, startled, from the door he had just shoved open. Riddle smiled down at him, caught between relief and bitterness as he stepped through the threshold and closed it shut behind him. The wards that enclosed them and trapped them in Tom’s room were wordless, triggered by the duplicate books that Tom carried.

“Well, well, well…” Riddle purred, peering at his counterpart, taking in his ragged appearance and fighting back the urge to comb his hair and straighten his jacket. “Look who came all the way home. Tom, darling, it’s been far too long. I do hope you’re not looking for these…” he gestured to the books in Tom’s hand, causing them to disappear in an instant. “You’ll have no use for them now that we’re back together.” — Tom backed up, he had tried to disapperate but there were wards placed on the room. He hit the edge of the bed and fell clumsily. The glare Riddle received was full of embarrassment and anger at having been caught.

Desperation had caused him to be clumsy. It had been too easy, in hind sight. Obviously a trap. His time away has made him sloppy. He cheeks burned with indignation.

“Oh yes, back together, a happy family. You forget we never had to be apart Riddle. You could have come with me.” It wasn’t true, Riddle was dependent on the Dark Lord in a way that Tom was not, and he knew it. It was a low blow, but maybe if he felt some guilt Tom would be able to escape.

“Instead you’re here, and you can’t even control your urges. I thought you took better care of your pets than that.” He picked himself off the ground and jerked his chin in the direction of Riddles room. “ That would have never happened if you had come with me, I would have been able to help you.” — Seeing him stumble and glare had been almost endearing. There was something so strikingly human, so relatable about his counterpart and Riddle wouldn’t have changed him for the world. He couldn’t help but remember the many nights that they had spent reading and talking to one another, exchanging theories and opinions and jokes until the early hours of the morning, falling asleep while leaning on one another for support. They had a kinship, a brotherly bond which Riddle could not admit that he shared with any other he had met since. If Tom’s absence had wounded the Dark Lord’s pride, it had devastated Riddle in a way he could not properly voice.

He should have felt nothing. He was a horcrux, a piece of a broken soul. Yet Tom’s loss had brought about a keen emptiness within him, one which needed constant fulfillment.

Riddle gulped hard, the muscles on his neck tightening as his brow furrowed in a momentary lapse of certainty. Tom had immediately set in on on the exact memory that Riddle had been fearing he would, and hoping to avoid. The moment of Tom’s departure lingered in the forefront of Riddle’s mind like a foul smell. Riddle assumed that his decision to let Tom go, to hide the truth from his beloved master would have haunted his dreams. In truth, Riddle tended not to dream at all. These days, he hardly slept.

“Control my urges?” Riddle breathed, stepping forward. His beautiful smile had transformed into something challenging and sinister as his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of Tom’s room. “Can’t you see that I’m taking very good care of our little bird? Her mind bends closer to my will with every passing moment.” He justified smoothly, nearing his young counterpart. “Help me, Tom? It looks like you can hardly help yourself, how could you possibly hope to save someone else?” — Riddle was like a jungle cat preparing to pounce on Tom, he had never been afraid of him before that moment. As Riddle stalked closer the more unnerved Tom became.

Then the verbal blows had come, Tom was not prepared for them to be so punishing. Riddle had never been so unforgiving. It shook him more than he would have thought.

Shame consumed him, and he wanted to look away, but Riddles eyes were impossible to disengage. Those predator eyes…

“You’re right.” The voice coming from him didn’t sound like his own, but he felt the truth of it. He wasn’t able to help himself, how could he have ever been so stupid as to think he could help Riddle too.

“I should have stayed…” he diverted his eyes finally, and his stomach turned as he saw Riddles perfectly manicured hand stark against the arm of his tattered coat. Rage boiled inside of him, and he shirked the hand away.

“How dare you use your power on me, I’m not a Ava and I’m not your toy! You disgust me. I’m sorry I ever had hope for you.” He spat. “You and Voldemort deserve each other Riddle.” — Riddle hadn’t realized that he had taken a step forward. He had only been able to take in Tom’s sudden pensive silence, as though the facts laid before him had been too much. Riddle had thrown the correct barb, it seemed, but the feeling of satisfaction that usually followed a successful attack didn’t surface. Bitterness bubbled within him like bile, tasting just as acidic.

Power surged through him. Riddle should have stopped to consider why that may have been happening, but the look of betrayal on Tom’s face told him all he needed to know. When his hand was knocked away, Riddle realized what he had instinctively done. He had reached out and touched Tom, seeking a source of energy without even knowing it. The warmth of Tom’s contact, the familiar feeling of being near to his counterpart had been welcoming, comforting and snatched away far too soon.

Riddle withdrew his hand, his eyes narrowed in frustration and anger, not only with at the audacity of his younger self, but somewhere within him, he felt his own grip on reality slipping away. Riddle and His Lordship did deserve one another, after all. Riddle was his mistress, his personal attendant, his second in command…or perhaps he had been at one point. The bitterness arose within him once again as Riddle lunged forward, gripping the front of Tom’s robes and yanking him near, his face twisted into a snarl.

“We do!” Riddle snapped, breathing hard. “We belong together for always! All of us! A-and the more power he bestows, the more complete we become. He only punishes us to make us stronger, to teach us further.” His grip tightened on Tom’s robes. “And once I return you to him, he’ll approve of me once again. He’ll stop choosing Thanatos instead of-”

Riddle stopped suddenly, the mad, crimson glint in his eyes seemed to fade in the soft, cool moonlight of the room. Riddle withdrew his hands, peering down at them as though seeing them for the first time, watching as his perfectly manicured fingertips quivered as he took a deep breath.

Had it really come to this? Begging for his lordship’s attention? Clawing his way to the top? Turning in the only one he trusted? Lying like a bitch in heat for the mere chance of being noticed? Riddle shuddered. He felt just as repulsive as he knew himself to be

“Leave.” Riddle’s voice was flat, hollow. His eyes stared, unfocused, at a point on the ground as he backed away. “Go now. Take your books. Don’t come back.”

Part 14 “Are you happy now?” —— Tom glares at Riddle and says nothing before whipping his head in the other direction.

Happy? The audacity! —– Riddle smiled sadly at Tom as his counterpart turned away. “I am.” He admitted softly, more to himself than anyone else. “Happy, I mean.” —- Tom rounded on Riddle in a fury. “Of course you are Riddle! Why wouldn’t you be! You get to go lay on your back with him at night and you have deluded yourself into thinking nothing has changed between us brother!”

The night Tom returned, a desperate act to retrieve journals from his old room, had gone from bad to worse. The altercation with Riddle had left Tom emotionally raw, but he had been prepared to run into him.

Eventually Riddle, in a moment of weakness or sympathy, had stepped aside to let Tom retreat. He has scrambled to pick up the books and hurried past his older self, whispering his heartfelt gratitude.

The words turned rotten on his mouth though, because as soon as he stepped into the hall a luminescent figure was waiting for him at the end of it.

Lord Voldemort.

“Tom,” he older man swept his arms open, waiting. “You’ve come back to me.”

He was to weak to run.

“You were never going to let me leave,” the words, no more than a whisper, were acidic. “You have damned me.”

Tom slunk to the open arms, a beaten dog returning to his owner.

Defeated. —– Tom looked absolutely stunning. From his perfectly tailored new robes, embroidered in silver and green to the neatness of his hair, to his focused, enchanting dark eyes. He looked the absolute picture of health and youthful loveliness. Yet…Riddle couldn’t help but sense something about him like an aura, a scent.

Hopelessness.

The fateful night that their Lordship and Savior had discovered Tom returning for his books, he had welcomed both Riddle and himself into the fortress, along with their little bird companion. Riddle had been shocked to learn that the ‘capture’ had been attributed to his own cunning, that His Majesty had thought he had planned to keep Tom there for as long as possible to give Voldemort a chance to confront him.

That was, of course, entirely incorrect. In that heartbeat of indecision, Riddle had been entirely willing to let his counterpart run. It had been wrong to think of such a thing, but it was too late to take back now.

Tom’s coldness, his anger hurt beyond anything Riddle thought Horcruxes capable of feeling. He wanted to shout at him, to correct him, to convince him, but he was no longer even the Dark Lord’s favorite companion anymore. That beloved position belonged to another favorite trinket, and the fact felt too bitter to admit aloud. Thus, Riddle let Tom think what he would about Riddle’s nightly activities, even if he was not the one in the Lord’s favor anymore.

He tried to ignore the hunger. It didn’t always work.

“Brother-dear.” Riddle attempted his usual, casual and smooth tone, reaching out to his younger self, taking his hand and giving it a fond squeeze. “Nothing has changed. We can be just like we used to again! Just you and I, up until all hours of the morning, discussing politics, battle tactics and ice cream.” He laughed. —– Tom reached out his hand to Riddle languidly. “Here brother, you have all manner of abilities when it comes to physical contact. Make me stay here and chat with you as long as you want. I don’t have the will to fight it off, if you tried.”

The Dark Lord had dressed Tom up too look the part of a young noble wizard. The finery and lavish almost made him gag with repulsion, they might as well have been chains.

In this instance he was glad for tailored robes, they made him beautiful, he could admit, and people like Riddle were attracted to such beauty.

Riddle himself was dressed, as always, in the most luxurious of materials, all cut to him perfectly. He always wore more color than the rest of them, but it only complimented his lean figure and took away nothing from his dark features.

They must have made quite the picture, one beautiful boy reaching out for the other. Anyone, unable to see the blank expression on Toms face would have thought it a tender moment.

“Make me love you again.” —— “I fear you may never do that.”

Riddle didn’t even realize he was reaching out longingly, greedily to his counterpart before their hands were interlocked. He stepped forward, pulling the proffered hand to his lips, kissing the hand softly in the sincerest show of fondness he could muster and savoring the sensation of closeness that it brought between them. Or perhaps it had been false closeness, a foolish illusion. Yet Riddle couldn’t bring himself to pull away from it.

“Tom, you can’t imagine how things have been since you left. I’ve been so-” Lonely? Worried? Afraid? Riddle shook his head, gripping Tom’s hand a touch tighter in his refusal to admit to his own growing weakness. He wished that the other man’s presence would erase away all of his uncertainty, but as it were, his coldness only seemed to add to it. Ever since he had returned, Riddle had felt more inadequate, more upset than ever. His entire world seemed to hinge on whether or not he could keep his unconventional family together, and they were tearing one another apart at the seams.

“Does our lordship know why you were gone?” Riddle whispered, stepping closer to speak in urgent undertones. “Does he suspect…?”

#Gracie's collections #fenghuang (ooc)#v: but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning #bane of my existence (tom riddle)#his royal jerkass (riddlemostpowerful)

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Discord RP: 3/25/2018 Part 2 (Other RP’ers’ swear words are under the cut)

Part 2 of my Discord adventure with Acid Trip and the AU version of Photoshop Flowey.

[Acid Trip] Trip slowly turns his head to see 2488 "JESÚS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK IS THAT!?!?!?" he LEAPS back, throwing up not one, but 2 brass knuckled hands

Again, I would normally be offended at the foul language, but his reaction to the creature ends up sending me into another fit of uproarious laughter. "PFFFHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

Tears are streaming down my face at this point from laughing so much. My face, which was getting cold before, is now feeling hot.

[Acid Trip] he clenches his jaw shut, ready to throw a smoke screen and get the hell out of there, or die fighting

[2488] it stares, towering both of them at a whopping 8 feet tall, and it's even longer than how tall it is. It shifts it's gaze with its top eyes to Trip. "calm down. I'm not here to fight you. Unless you decide to make me angry I won't think about killing you." they said. They look back at the laughing one again, they take two tubes, raise them, as two pink and goopy praying mantis-like arms appear out of the end of the tube. It slams both of them on either side of them. "I would NOT keep laughing if i were you"

[Acid Trip] "H-hey, she's fucking loopy, it’s not her fault! Don't hurt the doll!"

I fall to the ground, curled up from both the cold and the stomachache that's forming from having laughed too much, and too hard.

[Acid Trip] I run and stand over the chick, looking death in the eyes, scorning with the prominent eyebrow ridge of an ape

"Ahahah... Ahahahah... Wh-Why's it so cold out... Ahahah..."

[2488] they look at Trip, and sigh. they lift the tubes and put it back by their side. "fine, but only because you seem to be scared of me. just let you remember. I'm looking for souls, and if you don't get in my way i WILL kill anyone I hate. be careful and keep an eye on your friends. or one of them might wind up missing." they said. That was a threat. an insane pink mass, giving you a threat. they shake their head, and they turn around, slithering back into the shadows. The cold mist is still around, causing most things down by the ground to be covered with a thin layer of frost. It'll go away eventually. but right now is not that time.

[Acid Trip] "Y-yeah! You better run!!! I ain't afraid of n-nothin’!"

"H-H-Hhh... H-Heeee~" I sigh, still shivering from the cold, an ear-to-ear grin on my face.

[2488] They stop. and turn, a crazed look in their eyes. "W͜H̕A̴̵T̵ ̴W̸͜A͡҉S̛̀ ̛͠TH̨́A͘͢T̵ ̨Y̷͠ƠU͢ ̛҉R̕A͢T͘!?̵̴̴" they said, they turned back, staring at it crazied. their attitude completely changed now. "A̡̛R̨̀E̶ ̢Y͠O̶̡͞Ų͜ ̧̕R̢͢È̶͟A̵̡̧L͜͝L̡͝Y̷ ̷̴A͘͢S̸̢̛ḰI̸̛N̕͝G̛ ͝F͜͝O̧͘͞Ŗ̛ ͢͞͝A̶ ͟F͘͢IG͏HT̡ W̷̷I̵T͟͜H ̸̵M̛E!?"

[Acid Trip] he lit a cigarhe remembered the blob movie, it was weak to ice, but it has fire abilities, maybe it was the opposite"Quick question, what'd happen if I tried to put out this lit cigar out on you?"

"A f-f-f... A f-f-fight?!" I exclaim, sounding much too excited for someone who's just been threatened. I sit up and look over at the strange monster. "Y-You want to fight us?! Really?!"

I press my knuckles against my chin like a giddy schoolgirl.

[Acid Trip] he stood tall on the outside but he was shaking like a leaf on the inside... "Or better yet, if I threw this wind-proof z-zippo at you, lit?"

[2488] you could always be wrong, movies aren't real after all. they take in a big breath, and breathe out. they create large icicles. it might take a bigger flame to survive in this kind cold. It might be just fine, but it's going to be letting off steam, as there are a lot of ice particles out here. "that ISN'T going to work here." they said. They laughed insanely, letting their tubes slam into the ground to lift theirself up, now they towered even more, raising to 9 feet tall. this isn't going to end well.

[Acid Trip] he looked all the way up at it o.o "Oh" he backs up, getting into a fighting stance... he pulls out his phone and calls a contact titled "sword cane"

Oooh! This'll be a perfect opportunity to test out my brand new wand! I shakily stand to my feet, and brandish the wand. It's longer than my old one and a little heavier, but it's quite a bit more powerful, too. Although my favorite spells to use are ice spells, it looks like this creature is an ice-user itself, so perhaps fire magic would be more useful...

[Acid Trip] a sword cane falls from a drone passing overhead, trip catches it along with a flamethrower he purchased he only catches the cane

the flamethrower falls and breaks, leaving only the tank intact

[2488] they raise up their front two tubes, they make the matis arms again. "Y̵̕Ơ̴U̶Ŕ̡ L̵̛Ą͟͝S͡͡͝T̕͢ ̡C͡H҉͠A̸̕͞N̴̵͞C̶̸̢E҉ ͜T҉̧O͞ F̵͝L͏́͠E̷E͠͠ ͜͢BEF͡O̴R̷̛E̢ ̨I̛ ̨SŢ̴͞E͜A̸̸͞Ļ ̕͟Y͏OU̢͟͡R͘͝ ̶͜S̕O͡Ų̛L̨̛" they said. they breathe out again, letting the whole place cover with a think case of white fog. you can hear the thudding of the monster run to try and get behind them. or well, anywhere! it's hard to tell where it's coming from.

Meanwhile off in the distance, a flower is watching with a pair of binoculars. Not participating, just taking some notes.

[Acid Trip] Trip takes a breath in, then exhales "You got this..." He mumbles...he calmly walks over and picks up the tank of extra flammable fuel. "And you, giant monster thing, are sure you want to fight me? You don't have a clue at my ability..."

"Heeheehee..." With a grin on my face, I swirl the wand over my head, getting ready to summon a ring of fire from the ground. I haven't used this spell in a while, but hopefully it'll still do a good amount of damage... ...Damage over time, that is.

[Acid Trip] "I could be an old god. You don't know."

[2488] out of the fog, several icicles shoot out, trying to hit them. even if they missed they arranged in a way that was hard to miss, were they trying to trap them? that's odd. but yet, it's something certainly. "y̕͘ó͡͝u̴͢'̴̕r̵̛͝e͏͜ ̨͢tḩ͜e ͝o̶̧̡ne͝͡ ҉t̸͏̀h̨̀͞à͡t̷ ҉͘st̷̵ar̨̧͘t̷e͜͏d̡̢ ̧i͜t̵͜~̡͢" they sing from somewhere in the fog. it's too bad you can't tell what they're doing.

[Acid Trip] he exhausted all his options, hormone spray he focused, his vision turning pink and highlighting 2488 in yellow and blue scent trail of hormones slowly coming into contact with the monster, crippling its senses

I point the wand forward, and a ring of fire erupts from the ground! Did it hit the monster, though? I can't see so well, and it's getting colder by the minute...

WHOA! That was an icicle! Where'd that come from?! Strangely, my mood doesn't seem to have worsened too much, although I am feeling a bit envious of the monster's proficiency in ice magic. I really want to use ice spells right now, because they're my favorites! But they probably won't do much good here...

[2488] It froze, hissing loudly. it yelled, and then suddenly icicles were poping up everywhere. it couldn't control it. there's loud thudding as it runs around, confused and deranged. Evevntually, it realizes that it only has to do one thing. kill it doesn't matter what. it doesn't matter how. just. kill. them. they hiss loudly, a flame errupting near it, than it ran clumsily around, then towards the enemy. bursting through the fog with their tubes outstretched, ready to cut them apart and end their lives. think fast!

[Acid Trip] he quickly runs up on it and slams the fuel tank on the ground under 2499, causing an explosion and throwing back Trip."Eat thi-"

I try to move from my spot. It's harder than I thought it would be because I'm so cold. Only now does it start to occur to me, it just barely starts to occur to me, that maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. Aaaaaaand then the explosion knocks me off my feet.

[Acid Trip] KABWOOSH

[2488] They scream, their whole body catching with flames. they hiss, then the whole area around them is covered and frozen, including part of theirself. it glares at them, the people fleeing. It stares. unable to move temporarily. This snap, struggling and trying to get out and kill them.

"C̛O̡͝͞M҉̀É̴̛ ̸͜͞B̛͢A̸͢C̵̛͠K̡͜͠ ͏H͜͠É̷̷R͟͡É͠͝ ̛͜L͘͞͏É́͏҉T͜͜͞ ͘͟͠M̵̨͘Ȩ̶̸ ̧́K̢̨͟Í͘͝L͘͜͢L͏̛͞ ̶͟͠Y҉̢͜͢Ǫ̴̡U҉́͜" it's hard to understand what they said. but it's clear they want you dead. Obviously by its struggling and snapping at you. and the ice is cracking! Run now for prepare for round 2!

[Acid Trip] Acid trip ran

I'm lying on the ground, my wand several feet behind me. I try to get up, but man, did that explosion knock the wind outta me. Also, it's really, really cold and hard to move. I can't even get myself to sit up.If I can just roll over... And crawl to my wand...I need to roll over... I need to.... Aaargh, it's too hard... I'm so cold...

[2488] CRRRRRRRRR the ice is getting weaker, it's got cracks in it. It's breathing heavily, making the place even colder. it frails its head around, scratching at the ground and trying to get free. the Ice crackles again, almost like a. . . a clock ticking down to your doom. it's too late at this point though. it's obvious it's going to break free. and there it goes. it broke free. and the tube slam down and. . . that’s it. The beast crackles. it got one. IT GOT ONE. yessss, it's at 5 souls now. It swallows their new kill's soul, letting it become a part of them. and they'll keep this wand, make it less obvious that it's weak to fire. and so. the wand and the soul get absorbed by the goop. making the monster change yet again. but more about that later. it turns and slithers calmly away. it has done what it wanted to do.

"H-H-Huh...? Wh-What's that... noi-" I look up, but I don't have time to react before I'm crushed.

Well that was at least partially informative! Not the outcome he had been hoping for by far, but at least he got to see something interesting, and potentially helpful too. The flower shoots back down under the earth, finished with its task.

From my soul the monster gains a MASSIVE surge in magical power. Yes, it could use magic already, but now it's got so much magic it's hardly even fair! It can now use the ice spells that I know, although it's already able to use ice so that's kind of redundant. Lightning spells and fire spells become available to it, as well as several utility spells.

"...?" "...??" "...???"

The soul is confused. It doesn't know where it is or what's just happened to it...

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