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testingthesimulation · 3 years

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Mun, Muses, and Rules!

General Rules:

-NSFW must be discussed in advance

-I will not under any circumstance write smut with a minor

-Replies are not regular

-Any length responses are acceptable

-Themes such as dubious consent/no consent, pregnancy, suicide, self harm, drug abuse, gore, character death, etc must be discussed in advance. This is not up for negotiation.

-Hate is not tolerated

-Views of the characters DO NOT reflect views of the writer.

-Pre established relationships are a-okay!

-Multimuse, multiship, multiverse, oc, canon, and au friendly!

-I am willing to age characters up as needed!

Luka:

Hey hi hello! As you can see I am the host behind the blog! I am 19 years old and love writing! My replies may not be very active please have patience >~<

I’m pretty new to the roleplay world so take it easy on me? An acquaintance (a friend of a friend of a friend who better rp with me since this was his idea T-T) actually got me into rp so here i am

As stated in my Bio I use they/them pronouns and identify as nonbinary! I will on occasion roleplay nsfw themes, however not frequently and not in detail as it makes me pretty uncomfy sometimes. Feel free to ask me things anytime you want! I don’t mind making new friends, but if you just wanna be strictly rp partners that’s cool too! Replies are a bit iffy for a variety of reasons!

1. I am a full time college student 2. I work a job outside of school and my hour are all over the place 3. as stated in my bio I prefer browser to mobile and don’t often have my laptop with me!

I live in the eastern standard time zone and am most active during afternoons and late nights and I am not active everyday. I understand this may make it difficult for those looking for a regular rp buddy and that’s a-okay. On top of roleplay I also plan to make this account into a drabble account for the few muses I do have in order to develop them outside of any roleplay universes!

As of right now I only have three characters so here is their introductions! (I don’t think that grammar is correct)

Clementine Valet:

Age: 17

Pronouns: He/him (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Clementine, or Clem for short is a shy individual. He Isn’t opposed to making friends, however he finds the concept rather difficult. In most instances the boy must be approached by someone first. He will appear timid and shy in the beginning and only start to open up once he has struck common ground with somebody. He enjoys robots and video games as well as music. He likes to find the beauty in small things. One of his biggest pet peeves is being a pushover. Despite his quiet behaviors he will not allow others to walk all over him and will, at the bare minimum, try to stand up for himself. He often does not succeed as he is very small, only 5′2 ft (157.48 cm) and lacks muscle for a proper fight. As a result he tends to rely out dodging in physical altercations and would prefer to keep it to verbal arguments he can talk his way out of.

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Alek Hall:

Age: 18

Pronouns: they/them (nonebinary)

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Alek is stable and caring of their friends. They can however come off as rude to start. They don’t intend to come off as rude or intimidating and will often work to amend this as soon as possible. They’re affectionate, protective, warm, and have a habit of being early. They’re a hard worker and take pride in this fact. They like math, quiet, and late night outdoors. They collect candles for the aesthetic. They are 5′7 ft (170.18 cm) and have a bit of muscle, however not very much. They can hold their own but are not likely to win in hand to hand fights. They like to avoid fights as much as possible however and can be classified as a friendly wallflower.

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Arena Hawkins:

Age: 17

Pronouns: she/her (Transgender mtf)

Sexuality: Straight

Arena is creative, friendly, pessimistic, and a bit disorganized. Many classify her as being a handful. She has a lot of energy and loves to meet new people. Despite her upbeat demeanor she is prone to having a negative outlook on life. She’s an average student even when putting in her all and she’s okay with that. She comes from a strict yet loving and accepting household that cares for her dearly. Her outlook stems from past school experiences as well as current events surrounding her. She likes theatre, binge-watching t.v shows and animes, upcycling her clothing/hand-me-downs from her siblings, and writing. She is 5′4 ft (164.592 cm) .

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eternal-servants-of-old · 3 years

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Master Quinn Bio:

{I am going to be doing some things with this muse that will be around some triggering topics. Which will be parent abuse in a verbal state, and trauma cased by a parent’s actions with raising him, due to being in a mages family. If any of these things make you uncomfortable you can block me or the muse under is name tag. I will not judge you with how you feel, but please do not attack me for this muse. You will be blocked and that will be the end of it.}

Name: Quinn Grayson Nickname: N/A Age: 29 real age.

Born: N/A

Birthday: October 9

Zodiac: Libra

Gender: Trans male (Side note: Top part has surgery, bottom part no surgery.)

Height: 5.6 feet

Birthplace: Somewhere in America

Weight: 124 pounds.

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: black

skin tone: Peach

Blood type: AB

Family: Both mother and father are deceased

Race: Caucasian with Irish descent

Romantic/sexual Preference: panromantic demisexual (Is a shy scared bean so he will not flirt or ask you out, unless I plot it with another mun before hand.)

Likes: baking, training his magecraft, being in control, tea parties, camping, reading people, certain fashion threads, information about all servants from there ranks in power and what there likes and dislikes are, and Fairy tales.

Dislikes: Being compared to there mother in anything, there mom, being forced to wear girl clothes or make up and others forcing them to be a female, yellow paper cranes, his hands, and himself.

Hobbies: Baking, Walking, Spending time with servants, and being organized.

Jobs: Mage, and master

Personality: Hard working in everything they dose to the point of even pushing his body to it’s limits in some cases. He is also very caring up to the point of it being a flaw of him, since he is very caring to those who are seen as evil or villains, and is fine if they hurt him since he only has his self to blame for his own actions. Is a bit cunning and harsh with his thoughts for others, as well as actions for them see him as a sadist. As for positives he is a gentlemen over all, and will treat you with respect if you treat him the way you want to be treated. Is a artist in both his magecraft and baking skills. Lastly he isn’t scared to talk about what is bothering him, and will be very vocal about things that upset him or is forced onto him.

Bio: Quinn was born in America with both a loving father and mother, but once he reached a certain age his mother started to loathe him. For once since he wasn’t as beautiful as she wanted him to be she started to treat him like a thing rather then a person. It got so bad that her husband tried to talk to her about it, and it resulted in her killing him by mistake, and forcing the blame on Quinn when he was just a 14 years old. This event caused Quinn to think he was a monster, and was to blame for everything in his life. Not only that his mother’s verbal abuse didn’t help with his thoughts either. Going forward there was something needed to be 47 masters to join to safe the humanity, Quinn’s mom pulled some strings to make him one of the masters, as well as supply him lot of elixirs so no one can be the wiser to his true identity. The elixir caused him to take a form of a child, and make servants believe for years Quinn wasn’t a 27 year old adult. Why did his mother gave him such a thing? Answer, because no one would love or listen to a failure of a person he is. During his time being a master it waken his eyes to a lot of the things his mother forced on him, and to see the lies which was really hard to face. And depending on the RP one of his servants or someone close to him realized what the elixir is, and how harmful it was to both him mentally and physically. Physically that his normal body made him weak with every use, and as well as causing him to null his emotions. This didn’t get better for him as soon after this the events that would trigger the lost belts to happen. The mixer of feeling emotions again since who knows when, his growth he had, and losing Chaldea. A place he saw has his real home. Awaken to his true self. A gentlemen who will not take or listen to anyone’s BS. If he wanted to listen to someone talk high and mighty, then he would listen to his mother, and he is done listening to her since she is long since dead. But despite this change the events of the lostbelt has left him depressed and he only shows it behind closed doors. The one that has him a bit at his lowest was the events of lostbelt SIN. He needed a good days worth so he could cry about what he had to do, and he knows form here it will only get harder.

#{Quinn: The Broken Master}#Bio #bio link #//I think I got everything?#//The only thing I am unsure is his age since for all I know he could be 30 and not 29 #//the other thing I am unsure about is what age he was at the start of this blog since I updated his age but forgot for 2 years or so.#//other then that I think that's all I can write with out it being long as well. So enjoy. I guess?

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trashmancan47 · 4 years

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Angst. Harsh Angst

Hey so this is kind of random but like-

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There is this RP I am doing with someone (Whom is amazing!), and it is Harry Potter, Soulmates (First words on wrist), and Sander Sides all in a bundle. It's super interesting, and full of angst, and fluff, I love it! It has Intrulogical, Prinxiety, and Moxceit in it, but still adorable as all get out! Anyway that's not the point- point is that this originates from my version of Remus, and their version of Roman, along with our version of their *Parents*. So yeah-

So Remus, and Roman Prince are twin brothers that are 3 minutes apart, and unexpected. Now when I say unexpected, I mean Remus. Their parents (dont have names yet) never knew they were going to have two babies, the doctor hadn't been able to see the other. Their Mother was delighted, and loves both brothers, equally, she loves her babies, of course she does! She loves kids, and had wanted kids, key word being *kids*. The father only wanted one, and so when there was two he had only ever paid attention to the oldest, being Roman. As they got older Remus would be treated unfairly by their father, even though Remus would try his best, always tried to be better, to be as good as Roman. Their father would ignore him when he spoke, blame things on him, take advantage of him (not sexually), and basically used him as a verbal punching bag, treated him like he was nothing, and made sure he knew that. Roman could get anything he wanted, at any time that he wanted. Their mother was aware of this, and always was there for Remus, along with Roman. Believe it or not, Roman didn't fall into their father words -despite still having a huge ego- he was always there for Remus, and they were close. This was mainly because of their mother, she always made sure the two knew that there was nothing more important then sticking together, and being there for one another, and that to get through these types of things, is with one another. Remus doesn't know, or understand why his mother was still with their father. He always just assumed it was because his mother loved their father, and he saw that, and he loved her too, so he never complained, or brought it up. He wanted his mom to be happy, she deserved it, and she always did her best to make sure Remus was okay. Of course he said he was, and put on a smile that she saw through (Remus doesn't know that she actually see's how hurt he is) So she has always asked Roman to be there for Remus, and check on him for her. So Roman does, If you want a list of the things Remus hears, be warned it's not good, or gentle by any means. He hears the assortments of things from his father;

" Worthless, unlovable, useless, pathetic. You'll never be anything, you're an extra! Unwanted, you're brother is twice the man you will ever be. In fact you're not even a man, not even close! You always cry, and share your emotions like a little baby!"

"Pest, bother, extra, that's all you are, and ever be! You'll never get anywhere in life, why can't you be more like your brother, or even better not exist. I'm ashamed to even have you as a son, everything you do disgraces this family. There's no point in thinking about your soulmate, they'll hate you, no one could love a fuck up like you. You weren't even supposed to be here you know, we would have been better off."

Not only did he do this, when he would take advantage of Remus, he would fake it, and butter him, or use his mother against him. (This neither Roman, or his Mother know of. They know about buttering him up, but not using their mom about it.) He would have Remus do his bidding for him. Work for him, while he would still ignore him, and his physical needs, saying it would 'Make him stronger'. Examples ahead, not soft or wholesome by any means.

"You want to make your mom proud? You want her to love you still, right? *Remus will nod, not allowed to speak to his father unless spoken to in times like this* (Never really talks to him anyway, he gets ignored, unless it's a family reunion) "Good then do as your told, and go do *Names any task or thing*"

"You know I care about you, you know I don't mean these words, I do love you. There /is/ some potential in you. So come on, maybe we can play a game, or spend some time once you're done. But you should do this first."

Remus has dealt with this all his life, and he didn't always have Roman, maybe the hardest time in Remus's life. It was when they were far too young to understand pretty much anything, and their mother was still figuring out how to deal with the whole situation. Remus didn't let his brother help, (If Roman wanted to or not I am not aware for the lovely person who plays his role has not clarified, it hasn't been brought up yet. I will ask them when it comes up, and most likely make a new blog on it.) Remus shun his brother out, thinking that Roman wouldn't or couldn't care, because of what his father said. This phase only lasted Remus maybe a year or two.

At some points before Hogwarts, or when he was at home he had trouble, that he didn't tell his mother, or his brother. This trouble would be caused by his father. There were long periods of time where Remus didn't sleep, or only slept for an hour if he was lucky, he wouldn't eat, only enough to keep himself alive, and thinking. He drank plenty of water, but only to make him seem okay, he would fake the smiles, and the laughs, and the energy. But he did this because he felt that he had to, or deserved it, sometimes it was simply out of habit, sometimes he did it because his father would work him without caring for his needs, and Remus would just go with it. He never told his mother, and brother this, even though over time his brother found out about his sleep schedule being messed up, he didn't find out about anything else. Remus had started to wear makeup, to hide his tired eyes, and his weariness, the makeup changed a lot, but finally settled on the pinkish colors (Exactly what he has on in DWIT). He wore it for that reason, but soon grew to like it, so he kept it like that for a while, even as he went to school he kept wearing it for a while. He took a couple years of having it off, not really a known reason why he did, he just did, he didn't have a need to wear it anyway, because since he got with Logan, he felt the need to protect him, and be there for him. He needed to be at his best, so his habits were fought off as best he could. (He does start again in the RP though, but it's not too thought on right now)

Well that is most of it I believe, I'm not too sure, mainly because I fell asleep writing the last half of this. Whoops! But if you do have any questions please ask! I will try to answer then to the best of my ability, and anything that is missing here, I will add, or make a new blog. Again you can ask questions- but now I'm going to write something, a memory of Remus's when he was at home with his father.

One more thing, really quick, The twin's mother isn't always present. She goes on trips for her work, and sometimes doesn't return home for quite a while, so that leaves Roman, and Remus alone with their father, and Roman hadn't normally gone anywhere without his brother when she wasn't absent. I had posted this before, but took it down. Here it is again.

~WARNING~

(Swearing, self-deprecation, degrading, resistance to self-care, fake emotions. I guess you could say self harm, but he doesn't actually harm himself, just his health. Mention of Abuse. Abuse. Use of regular pain medication. Crying.)

*Memory begins*

I was sitting sideways on the old, but yet soft light brown recliner that has been sitting in the same corner of the living room as long as we've lived here. It was still holding together well especially for how much I use it, and jump on the chair. I had my feet hanging off of the arm of the chair, and my head resting on the other arm of the chair, my hands folded on my chest that was slowly, and evenly rising, and deflating. I was looking up at the ceiling watching the shadow of the ceiling fan as it spun, an occasional sigh leaving me. I wasn't thinking, nor was I spacing out. I was simply just existing, taking the time I had to enjoy the silence, and the peace of my mother, and brother being away, and my father in his office typing away on his documents for his job. I guess it wasn't complete silence due to the ceiling fan would make a small squeak ever so often from being so old, and worn down, it has yet to be fixed. I started to bounce my foot, and closed my eyes listening to all the sounds around me, and soon enough I could hear the clicking of the keys on the keyboard as my father typed, only ever stopping occasionally to take a sip of his tea. It had a rhythm to it, so when the clicking stopped my breath became uneven, my stomach dropped, and yet felt like it tightened at the same time as I heard a sort of shuffling.

"Worthless Brat! Turn off that fan now!" I heard my father's voice boom through the house. He was always so much more verbal when mom was gone, I jumped up, and nodded, my voice coming out in a bit of a squeak.

"Yes sir!" I heard a mumble, and the clicking fan off, and returned as I sighed my heart beating fast, my palms sweating, yes he did scare me that much. He had never hit me, well he had, but it only had been three times, and of course when my brother, and our mother weren't there. I couldn't say a thing for if I did my father had threatened that I would never see either of them again. That I wouldn't be a part of the equation anymore, so neither my brother nor mother knew. I rather have it that way as well, plus I deserved those hits I got. That's what got me so scared was I thought he was going to hit me again, we hadn't been alone like this in such a long time maybe a year or so. Mom doesn't like me being here alone with him. She doesn't fear him hitting me, she doesn't believe he would do that, she believes deep down that he loves me. I know that's not true. I hadn't realized it, but my father had called for me again, and I was still standing in the middle of the living room floor. His yelling for me indicated I hadn't 'listened' the first time.

"Brat! I said come here, NOW!" I hurried to his office, He had looked like a million dollars, as usual. He was wearing a gray, and white suit as usual, except his tie was loose, and his coat on the back of his chair. His blonde hair had been slicked back with what looked liked a whole jar of gel, his brown eyes, a dark brown that made his pupils look a part of his whole eye. His face was sharp, if that made sense, he looked young despite his actual age of 36, and he looked very stern, yet bright. He was a rather slim guy as well, but definitely strong, and well built, intimidating as well.

He only glanced at me, starting to speak before stopping, and looking back to me.

"Go, and fetch me- What are you wearing?" I glanced down, and I felt myself shake a little. I was wearing regular black socks, and my usual blue ripped skinny jeans, along with.. oh thats why.. I was wearing the white, red, and goldish colored sweater that Roman had let me wear whenever I needed him, and he wasn't home. It happened a lot more often than you would think. Although I wasn't supposed to let father see me wear it, he doesn't think I'm good enough to even be near Roman, he doesn't want my filth on him. I fumbled with my own hands, and looked down stumbling a little as he began to talk- or more yell.

"I asked you a question. Now answer it." He growled, his hands on a fist on the desk "And look up when I speak to you rat." I looked up to him and was sure to speak as clear as I could.

"Sorry sir. It's Roman's sweater, he let me borrow it and-" He cut me off, by standing and walking to me, he grabbed my arm a little harshly, and went close to my face, making me turn my head, and whimper a little. I didn't dare close my eyes or look away, my gaze still on him, but his head turned. He snarled as he spoke, his voice low.

"Why would Roman want to let /you/ wear anything of his? Your filth, nothing, but scum." His words came out like venom as he kept my arm, and I nodded. Though I didn't say anything I had learned that he wasn't done.

"Your not worth wearing something of his, now take it off, and put it to be washed. I'd make you wash it, but I wouldn't want any of your disgusting worthlessness to get on him. You're nothing compared to him, remember that next time you even think of getting close to his stuff." I nodded.

"Yes sir." I said quickly, and as I did he let go of my arm, but pushed me down in doing so, so that I was on the floor. He stood, fixing his tie, and smoothing his hair with his hand, starting to walk back to his desk he cleared his throat.

"Good, after you do that go, and get me more tea. Along with some tylenol, pest." He spit the name out with a glare, and I waited until he sat, and gave a nod to me before I got up, and left the room. I had only let fear, and an emotionless expression cross my face, anything else was unexpected, I most certainly wasn't allowed to cry in front of him. That made me weak, and gave him more dirt to throw on me. I took off the sweater, leaving me in my green long sleeved shirt. I turned the sweater right-side out, and put it in the laundry basket of Romans, and fathers clothes. Yes they were separated, I did my own laundry, and my mothers, father suggested to mother to let Roman wash it, but she insisted. He didn't want my filth on their clothes I supposed. I went to the kitchen to get him more tea, grabbing the container in the fridge, and the medicine from the cabinet above the stove.

It only took me a moment, as I turned around to walk out the door way, and into the hall. I glanced at the clock, the time was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Three more hours" I mumbled out, carrying both items, the container containing still hot tea. I looked to my fathers door, and knocked lightly, him mumbling to come in. For a moment he looked to approve of the fact that I had changed, but as soon as the approval came, it went as well. I didn't let out a sigh, just stayed with an emotionless face as he signaled me to pour him more tea. I placed the medication on the area next to his cup, then poured the tea, careful because it was really hot, it could leave some bad 2nd degree burns. His face filled with disgust as I was close to him it seemed. His throat was cleared as he spoke again.

"Stay here brat" I nodded, and replied with a quick "Yes Sir." I had to call him that unless Mother was near, and even then he ignored me, or pushed me aside. I watched as he took a sip, having put his ice from the previous cup in it, and gave it a moment. Fear washed over me as he pulled away, and spit the liquid back into his cup, with a 'Bleh!' He turned to me, seeming angry. I started to shake a little.

"YOU BRAT! You gave me the wrong tea, this is sweetened! WHY can't you do one thing right in your pathetic life!?" I knew I wasn't supposed to answer the question, and was about to get pain, whether physical or emotional I wasn't sure, he seemed to grin devilishly at my fear.

"Hold out your hands, you useless child." He said plainly the bitterness on his tongue as plain as day. I held out his hand, and watched as father -if you could even call him that at this point- grabbed the container still holding the basically boiling tea, and poured it on my hands. I bit my tongue at first, but then screaming as the tea scolded my hands, but I didn't dare pull back, I just closed my eyes, and he growled, and grabbed my arm again once he put the now empty container on the floor.

"Look at me!" I did as told looking at him, my eyes full of tears, I was trembling, and biting my tongue. He pushed me back onto the ground again.

"You fuck up- Go get me the right tea, clean this mess up, and then attend to your hands. Don't tell anyone about this. Or you know what will happen-'' I nodded as I waited until he allowed me to stand, leaving with the container, and glass. My hands stung really bad, and I could already see the blisters form as I let tears fall once I got to the hall. I made it to the kitchen, still trembling, and careful not to break anything in fear of him doing worse. He wasn't my father, he was a monster! I turned on the cold water, it stinging more at the contact, but it also seemed to sooth it, or maybe that was just me feeling numb to the pain. My Fat- The monsters words didn't normally get to me right away, for I never thought of them, but once I did, it never was good. I knew I was unwanted, useless, an extra, but I was here. And stuck. I cleaned the container and got the unsweetened kind, pouring it in his cup, with some new ice cubes. I grabbed a towel, and some water with cleaner to clean the floor, every touch making more tears fall. I wiped them away, and held them back as I headed back to the office door.

"Don't say or touch anything, just come in here, clean the mess, and leave. Do NOT bother me again you scum." I entered the room, "Oh, and don't look at me" I kept my eyes to the floor, getting to the mess on the carpet, and cleaning the tea up, after placing the new cup on the table. Once I cleaned up the mess I covered it with a towel so that he wouldn't step on anything wet, and I awaited him to tell me to leave, me holding my hands on my legs them throbbing, and in so much pain, it hurt so much worse than anything he'd ever had to go through before. Physically.

"You may now leave, take care of your disgusting hands." he had said after ten minutes, I got up, head still to the floor as I left, closing the door. I left the bathroom to fix my hand up, applying burn ointment, and making sure to wrap them. I never let my mother or brother see my hands, for if they did I would have to explain, and go to the hospital for how bad they had gotten. I had left to my room, and sat down, staring at a picture of me, and Roman making a silly face the one time we went to a theme park, Mother had snuck this photo to me, and I treasured it. I cried in my room for a whole hour, cleaning myself up so Mother, and Roman wouldn't ask questions, and went about my normal day. That monster that I have to call my Father had ignored me for three entire days, not asking a thing of me. Not even speaking to me, those were the best times to be honest, free for just a while. Just until he went back to school.

*Memory ends*

I was staring at my hands as the memory ran across my head while alone in the library of Hogwarts. It had been three years since that incident, and Father has hurt me since then, but wasn't that bad, only a bruise or two. I still had a couple of scars from the unproperly taken care of blisters, and overall burn, but I always blamed it on the many other stupid stunts that had gotten me hurt, just by my own stupidity. Like jumping out of the second story window, because I thought it would be fun. Yeah I'm not the brightest. I had some tears clouding my eyes, but I made then disappear as I heard an Angelic voice speak. Logan. My lover. We had found each other the same year my hand got scared, but I didn't think about that. I had my free period, which half Logan had a class, but the other half he had a free period as well. He joined me, and I'm glad he did, he always distracted me from these thoughts, these nightmares, just hearing his angelic voice, and his perfect persona. I love him. I really do.

We are having our own troubles, but nothing I don't think can't be solved. He is my Flower, my precious flower. Even if he wasn't my soulmate, I would still only want him. I smiled softly as he sat next to me, asking if I was alright.

"I am now." He was confused by the statement, but hadn't pushed it, just nodded as we fell into conversation. My hands, and the scars left on me were forgotten about, and I never spoke of any of this to Logan. He knew my Father treated me unfairly, but that was it. I don't want to burden him with it, he deserves better, and I won't put more on him, he already deals with me, and as Father says, I am a big baby. I'll never be Roman, or as good as him, but as long as I have Logan I'll be fine. All I need is him, my brother, and Mother, Logan's best friend, and my brother's soulmate Virgil as well. He has helped my precious Flower through so much, and I thank him everyday. I love them all really... I just hope that this fairy tale ends happy, and that I can enjoy my break with Logan, and one day live with him happily. Together, Undisturbed. It's far too good to be true, I know, but you have to dream, hope for something better.

*End of this angsty boi party!!!*

//- I just thought that the RP was interesting, and I wanted to share more back story on Remus' life. I also control Virgil in this RP, so maybe I'll do a page on him, although his is a lot more wholesome, and less depressing. I count that as a blessing. If you have any questions feel free to ask, or if you have any suggestions please do leave them! -//

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asherjhemmings · 4 years

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( MATTHEW DADDARIO + CISMALE ) — Have you seen ASHER HEMMINGS ? This TWENTY-EIGHT year old is a MUSIC PRODUCER who resides in BROOKLYN. HE has been living in NYC for TEN YEARS, and is known to be OUTGOING and ALLURING, but can also be ARROGANT and SELF SERVING, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with SCATTERED SHEET MUSIC ON A MARBLE FLOOR and GOLDEN BAR CARTS LITTERED WITH EXPENSIVE LIQUOR. — ( haley, 21, she/her, triggers: eating disorders & self harm, est )

hello all !! i’m haley and i’ve been roleplaying since i was like eleven but i just came back to tumblr rp a year ago and that just so happened to be with my baby asher, so happy anniversary to him being a muse <3

i’ve boiled his bio down into some bullet points because it used to be so fuckin long and i’m sure nobody read it so here it is condensed into just the basics

basics:

name: asher julien hemmings

nicknames: ash, aj

age: 28

hometown: cambridge, ma

currently living: brooklyn, ny

education: high school diploma, degree in music production from nyu

birthday: april 13th

zodiac: aries

sexual orientation: bisexual

tattoos: ** doesn’t have a neck tattoo like alec in shadow hunters lol but he has mad tattoos, two full sleeves

aesthetic: pinterest

before nyc (tw: alcoholism, abuse, prison)

asher was what some holier than would call a miracle or what other would more harshly call an accidental pregnancy.

his father owned a low-life club in the city, known for mistreating employees and sneaky business behind the scene. some speculated that the operation of the club was to simple launder drug money, however that is a far different story.

his mother began working at the club around her twenty-seventh birthday and took on a position as an exotic dancer. she never quite had a set career path, often working odd jobs until it lead her to the intimidating world of stripping.

asher’s father took a liking to her, in the same way he took a liking to most females that got hired at the establishment whether it be a guest or an employee. however, unlike the other, he got her pregnant.

their relationship was toxic from the beginning. seeing as the relationship was forced for the sake of their child, they didn’t get along great. cops were constantly called to their apartment during 2am screaming matches, a lot of nights spent with one of them on the couch. but it wasn’t bad enough for one of them to leave, but it wasn’t good enough for one of them to say i love you.

asher was born on a rainy day in the spring and came into the world with a smile on his face. the nurses even joked he looked like a young frank sinatra with the way he slyly smirked.

but the smile didn’t always stay on his face. as he grew up, he saw the repercussions of staying with someone out of convenience rather than love. while his mother fell in love with him and hand crafted her maternal instincts to excellency, his father developed a love for whisky and coming home late from work.

despite what they once thought, a child didn’t fix things. in his father’s worsening condition, he began to get violent. it started off aggressively verbal until it matured into a far more physical act. at first it was just asher’s mother taking the brunt of the abuse. but as asher began to get older, it wasn’t uncommon for him to a victim on the lashing too.

it wasn’t until child protective services got involved after asher in seventh grade came to school with bruises that anyone was even aware of what he was enduring. asher’s father was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for domestic abuse & parental negligence.

the abuse had made asher timid moreso than it made him aggressive. so when he and his mother moved in with his grandparents, he was hesitant around his grandfather at first. his grandfather tried to form a relationship with him doing everything from playing board games to watching television or going mini-golfing. nothing seemed to be able to break through asher’s timid exterior.

this was until one day his grandfather caught him plucking at the keys on their grand piano and offered to teach a young asher how to play. music was the first thing they truly bonded over and within a year, asher was playing better than most people can in a lifetime.

once moving in with his grandparents, his mother wasn’t around much. she was always with her latest boyfriend or with her friends. asher didn’t mind though, he enjoyed cooking with his grandmother or strumming a guitar with his grandfather.

in high school, asher became a punk. he strived in all social groups due to his charisma. he excelled with the music kids, got in with the burnouts, even was cool enough to hang around with the popular kids. teachers loved him despite not being the best student. it was impossible to hate him.

his music teacher wrote him his letter of recommendation to study at nyu. he never saw himself going to college but he was excited to reinvent himself.

in nyc (tw: alcoholism)

during his years at nyu, asher began to reinvent himself. he was no long timid or the least bit shy. he was suave and slick, getting along with almost everyone he came into contact with.

unfortunately when some many people love you, after a while, it begins to get to your head. it was no surprise to people when asher began to get arrogant and cocky about his musical abilities. but one thing he had to fake confidence with was who he was as a person.

asher didn’t like himself, hence why new york was such a turning point for him. deep down, he believed he didn’t deserve love or his success. but when he started getting praise for his music producing abilites all of that changed.

classmates were intimidated by him and professors were undoubtedly impressed with the way in which he could perfect a beat or make a hit simply experimenting. asher liked the attention, lived for the applause he’d get at the end of a presentation. the love others had for him inflated his ego but also drove him to success.

after graduating at twenty-two, asher moved to an apartment in brooklyn and immediately began interning at a record label. he didn’t necessarily like what he was doing, truly believing that he was too good to be there most days.

but even as an intern he excelled and at the age of twenty-five, he bought his own music production company that houses over twenty studio spaces for artists to record.

in three years, not much has changed. except his bank account has quadrupled, he’s moved from a shoebox to a villa.. oh, and he’s developed a bit of a drinking problem.

drinking started off a social thing for asher. a few beers at a college party here and there seemed to be the beginning of it. then it was shots, and then getting black out at parties and not remembering much of anything. being surrounded by famous artists in his career only made this habit worse. he was drinking to wake up in the morning, in the studio, before bed and repeat.

nobody knows much about his blossoming alcoholism but it’s quickly beginning to fester and consume him. but he’s pretty good at hiding behind the tortured artist facade.

personality:

asher is the epitome of smiling and rolling your eyes in the same instance. he’s charming and goofy in the same line and doesn’t miss a beat.

super flirty. will flirt w u. and ur friend. and ur friend’s significant other. that’s just how he is.

loves verbal sparring, the certified king of it

why is he always smoking a cigarette? nobody knows

can be an asshole, will most likely get you to yell at him and then laugh and tell you that you’re the one being ridiculous

Indecisive af

a ride or die for his friends, literally would kill for a buddy

wanted connections:

ex girlfriend or boyfriend: asher’s been in nyc for ten years so he’s definitely tried to get serious ab someone by now. their relationship was for sure super toxic. let’s plot.

college roommate: someone who went to nyu and has watched asher’s success absolutely blow up. someone who pulled him drunk out of parties and threw him their dorm’s cold shower. give me disappointed friends vibes or a strained relationship !! anything !!

half-brother: as far as asher knows, he’s an only child. his father was an alcoholic who often had affairs with the girls who worked at his clubs in boston or were in the city on business. it is no surprise that something came from his late night rendezvous. asher’s not the warmest person, especially when it comes to his negligent father. will anything come of the brothers sharing the city streets? or will they simply turn a cold shoulder to one another?

assistant: asher is a famous music producer with his own recording studio in manhattan. he and his personal assistant spend a lot of time together. this connection is pretty open ended so asher could be their mentor if they’re musically inclined but they could also be confidants, best friends, frenemies, potential love interest, fwb, up to you!!

ride or die: this man needs to have some friends who put him in his place plz, he’s a whole ass disaster

music friends: self explanatory

fwb/ex-flings: this man is so flirty if he hasn’t messed around w u he’s messed around w someone u know. give me angst. give me missed connections. give me unrequited. give me friendzone. give me anything.

#about #codintro

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fairestmusesismoving · 5 years

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Regina Mills

Oh god why. Do you want me tarred and feathered?! Warning, right now? This is the spiciest opinion I can fill out thus far. Duck and cover, turtledoves.How I feel about this characterRegina makes me physically feel like vomiting. She makes me feel like crying. She makes me feel like ripping my face off and then taking a pair of scissors into smaller pieces. She makes my head spin and not in that cutesy “drunk love” way. She makes me feel like physical suffering and not many characters can accomplish this.I hate her. I hated her the moment Henry said “You’re not my mom!” And her reaction was to talk to Emma instead of going to comfort her son. In that second I realized she didn’t give a shit about her child. It was just about appearances to the outside. She’s a Stepford Wife. And she sort of looks like one in a powersuit. Putting a cookie cutter “perfection” image in those suits doesn’t make the perfection any less creepy, especially when you peel back those layers and realize how fractured that image becomes.Regina thrives by using the patriarchy to her potential and she benefits from white supremacy due to her enslavement of a black man in a realm that doesn’t actually engage in slavery. What do you call a person who manages to invent slavery in a universe where slavery doesn’t exist and genies don’t base things on class, skin pigmentation…? Regina is a rapist and guilty of acts of sexual assault and coercion. Every time someone yells “but she’s feminist” I want to cry. I could stomach everything bad about Regina if her fans didn’t try to convince me I was crazy.All the people I ship romantically with this character:A falling cinderblock.Every ship Regina has is built on abuse, be it canon or noncanon. To make Outlaw Queen work, you have to realize Regina is responsible for Marian’s death. Now really, truly… Try to give Robin a REAL arc for healing without throwing someone to have sex with. He’d have to truly accept Regina and start to heal. We can’t merely accept being told he’s fine with it. We have to see that healing take place, or it feels inauthentic and like we’re rewarding Regina for murdering.She’s getting a reward for rape and murder.The same goes for Swan Queen. Regina did indeed ruin Emma’s life. She separated a family over multiple generations and tormented them. At one point of the show, Regina declares that “killing a baby” is on her to do list. She fully intended to murder Emma just moments after her birth. At no point does Regina ever cease her verbal abuse towards any single character on the show, including Henry. This isn’t a person who is emotionally ready for a relationship with anyone other than a pet rock that’s actually foam so she can’t murder another person with it.My non-romantic OTP for this character:Cinderblocks. Falling from the sky.Regina is not able to hold real relationships. She expects not just Henry to parent her, but also Snow White. These are two people she has severely abused. Ironically, she’s placed sleeping curses on both of them. On Henry it was out of negligence, but it really doesn’t matter. Regina’s screwed up priorities and expectations for those around her are pretty shocking. This is pretty true to life as these people exist, but the fandom doesn’t take this seriously and dares to call her “sexy” for behaviors that often tears families apart. I know this first hand. It’s heartbreaking because I’ve seen and known Regina-types.The problem is it’s not as if they need your help, they just deeply desire this attention and will often get violent to force you to do this… Verbal abuse, using children as pawns, playing people against each other, etc.Regina shouldn’t be around people.My unpopular opinion about this character:And here comes the unfollows… While I will rp with Reginas who take the topics surrounding her character seriously, maturely, and with the decorum it needs? Regina does trigger me and upset me. I can talk about her calmly if someone wants to admit her wrongdoings and meet me there to admit that rapists shouldn’t hold office, but you have to meet me there. You have to make some concessions on your part and we can get there.Also, I don’t believe Regina was abused. I am a trained actor and with a few basic writing classes, I’ve analyzed Regina’s scenes. I follow a method called show, don’t tell. There is nothing to suggest Regina being abused by any characters. The single hint I get is Cora being rough in Stable Boy with Regina in pulling her off the horse. Unfortunately this is not enough to confirm abuse. This is enough to confirm Cora is what we call a “stage mom”, but that’s the only proof I have. I have no proof in the narrative that tells me anything else. Because there’s nothing there, I have to scrap this theory all together. Is Cora a good person? No. Is there hints that Regina is worse than her fans believe her to be? Sadly, yes. There is.Thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.I wish she had no fandom. I wish she died in S2. I wish Henry was able to have a HEALTHY relationship that he could examine instead of the pro-abuse dialogue that’s espoused. I wish Snow White could have her life back. I wish Emma was able to have her parents rather than share them with the abusive woman who took her family away from her… Need I go on…? Bold for abuse apologism is the worst.

#Anonymous #anti regina mills #anti regina #rape culture #abuse apologism #rape apologism #ask meme #mun on fire

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trollblccd · 5 years

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YSABEAU MARGARET FLINT really is the spitting image of LYDIA GRAHAM, right? For someone only 24 years old, YSA has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that PUREBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since JUNE, 2028, working as a GUARD in the DIVISION OF PROTECTION. SHE is a CIS-WOMAN and is known to be AGGRESSIVE and BRUTISH but also PRAGMATIC and CARING. Best of luck surviving through this. (Note: Ysa was raised as Damien’s fraternal twin, but is actually his half-sister!)

CHARACTER PARALLELS: zuko (atla), nancy downs (the craft), susanna (girl, interrupted), tracy freeland (thirteen), the furies.

GENERAL WARNINGS: child abandonment, dysfunctional family, verbal abuse.

bio

i. it’s pronounced “EE-zah-boh”, in case you were wondering.

ii. ysabeau can’t remember where her rage comes from, but she’s felt it her entire life. tantrums so strong that the walls shook with accidental magic surges, hexes shot at classmates who stepped on her toes, screaming into pillows after a long, stressful day. she has so much trouble managing her anger that she feels lost in it, sometimes. worries that one day, she’s really going to hurt someone: everyone always says, after all, how much she takes after her father, marcus.

iii. [VERBAL ABUSE TW] marcus channeled his anger into quidditch, messing about with dark magic and taking his aggression out on people who were smaller than him, weaker than him. he took a lot of pride in his brute strength and even more in his bloodline. try as he might to instill that into ysabeau, he was largely unsuccessful, because his daughter did not like being told what to do. ysa’s fights with her father were legendary — but being bigger and older, marcus always had the upper hand. at first, this meant groundings, dismissal from the dinner table without dessert, but as ysabeau grew more obstinate, the punishments escalated — now accompanied by horrible words. the first time her father told her she was stupid and selfish, she cried for days. [END TW] (NOTE: sam and i are totally open and willing to have a marcus in the RP, and i can change this section if needed!)

iv. true to the flint name, she liked flying. ysa took to quidditch like a fish to water; playing as a beater for the gryffindor quidditch team from second year on, relishing in the fact that she could take a bat to something — even hitting other players — and have it not throw herself further into the idea that she is secretly a bad person. because she must be a bad person for feeling this way, right? so out of control, so violent??

v. ysa played as a beater for the tutshill tornadoes and was heading into her fifth year on the team when the zombie outbreak hit. the british and irish league carried on for a few more months, a decision made by the department of magical games and sports as a means of keeping the public hopeful — until travel became too risky, and the teams were grounded until the general population could be considered safe.

but they never were.

ysabeau floo’d to damien’s flat the second she realized that quidditch wasn’t going to start up again; this was unfortunately just a few weeks before the fall of the ministry. she and damien camped out in the countryside, and later fought their way to scotland for a few months before finally arriving at hogwarts in june.

vi. she doesn’t know that they’re not actually twins, but she’s always noticed something off about the way the family treats her brother. she’s a veritable pain in the ass, sure, but her father’s never been distant and disappointed with her the way he is with he is with damien. she’s always been aware that their mother favored her over him — and she hates it, because he’s the best guy around.

damien, by the way, is her favorite person on the planet, and if they both survive the apocalypse long enough to see damien find a husband, she’ll cry like a baby the whole time. the only time the two don’t get along is when ysa challenges him to arm wrestling contests and squeezes his hand too hard — or when they’re under duress due to like, inferi.

traits

full name. ysabeau margaret flint

nickname. ysa

birthdate. 12 may

age. twenty-four

gender. cis woman

sexuality. bisexual

faceclaim. lydia graham

family. marcus flint (father), thérèse flint née dumont (mother), damien flint (half-brother)

pets. none

height. five-foot-eleven

hair color. dark brown

eye color. green

patronus. generally non-corporeal

boggart. herself, physically hurting the people she cares about — her brother, her best friends.

wand. yew, eleven inches, springy, with a fairy wing core. belonged to her maternal grandmother

personality traits. aggressive, brutish, pragmatic, caring, stubborn, hot-tempered, tough, blunt,

magical strengths. flying, transfiguration, defense, care of magical creatures.

magical weaknesses. charms, wandless/nonverbal magic, potions, herbology.

#inferiintro

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the-wardens-torch · 5 years

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LFRP - Falerin Arcita

(Following @painted-foothills ‘s lead here and using this more as an updated character profile for my “About” link than an RP solicitation - I’m not sure I have the guts to RP with anyone who isn’t already a mutual and even that’s super hard for me and almost never happens hahafffff.)

Falerin Arcita The Basics ––– – Age: 22 Birthday: 16th sun of the fifth astral moon (9/15) Race: Mostly Midlander Hyur with a smidge of Duskwight Elezen Gender: Cisgender male Sexuality: Pansexual Marital Status: Single, never married Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Black - Straight and waist-length, usually worn in a ponytail or braid. Eyes: Royal Blue Height: 5’11 Build: Angular and long-limbed Distinguishing Marks: Scars; one slanted over his left eye running from hairline to mid-cheek, another along his jaw line (usually covered by his sideburns) and a third horizontally crossing his right shoulder. Freckles on his face, shoulders and back. Common Accessories: Leather jewelry, pointy wizard/witch hats, strappy boots/sandals, feathered hairpins, long fancy skirts, crop/tank tops. He tends to be an ostentatious dresser. Personal ––– – Profession: He considers himself a musician first and foremost - he has a wonderfully deep, smoky voice and sings very soulful, heartfelt songs - some of which he writes himself. He’s also Eorzea’s best accordion player *pause for laughter* and can also play piano and a few other instruments. Aside from that, he makes leather jewelry and accessories that he sells to a handful of independent shops. His “adventurer” job is Summoner, but you wouldn’t know it from talking to/looking at him. Hobbies: Collecting and writing songs, poems and stories (in print or spoken form,) occasional archery (more as an exercise/meditative practice than for combat reasons.) Languages: Common, Seeker Miqo’te huntspeak (though he’s pretty out of practice,) a handful of songs, poems and phrases in several other languages. Residence: Has a room in the Lavender Beds, but is more commonly found crashing at any of a number of friends’ houses around the main city-states. Birthplace: Arcita - a small port town in the Cieldalaes Islands Patron Deity: Azeyma Fears: Abandonment, loss, walking on shaky scaffolding/suspension bridges. Relationships ––– - Spouse: None Children: None Parents: Adoptive Mother - N‘elyrha Kikitu; Bard living in Wellwick Wood (estranged) Biological Mother - Roxane Seaborne - Inn manager living in the Cieldalaes (has never met her.) Biological Father - Uther Alcyone; Arcanist living in Idyllshire (estranged until very recently.) Siblings: 2 maternal half-brothers and 1 maternal half-sister (has never met them, is unaware of their existence.) Other Relatives: BFF-practically-soul mate Reonora Aestethe - who belongs to @aspected-benefic Pets: Ruby (aka Ru-Bee) - A “familiar” of sorts that resembles a sparrow-sized, translucent, red honeybee made of some sort of condensed aether. He is never without her, although she’s not always visible due to a knack for hiding in his clothes, accordion case or travel supplies. Friend - A feral, fish-loving Tight-Beaked parrot who’s not really a pet so much as an occasional tag-along. She(?)’s loud, obnoxious and not very friendly, but sometimes preens Fal’s hair or tries to eat his jewelry. Lamrei - A retired Twin Adder cavalry chocobo. She’s got a calm temperament and a penchant for eating any insect or rodent unfortunate enough to cross her path. 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 Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Nah. Drugs: Indulges in something to soothe the nerves and/or trip balls once in awhile. Alcohol: Not much. He has a glass of wine a few times a sennight, otherwise he only really drinks at gigs and social events, and then just enough to loosen up (although he‘s pretty loose already hahaffff.)

RP Hooks ––– – Reluctant Mage: Fal doesn’t volunteer that he’s an arcanist/summoner, and really can only be caught using (or even talking about using) magic in dire situations. However, on the rare occasion an experienced mage might see him break out the spells, they would notice that his technique is unrefined and atypical to say the least. He casts via gestures and verbal/auditory components rather than diagrams and symbols, and does not summon -egis, though Ruby can mimic their abilities. He does carry a “grimoire” but closer inspection will reveal that just a book of dirty limericks rebound to look appropriately mystical. As a mage, he’s a unique curiosity at best and a butcher of ancient arts at worst, depending on your perspective. That’s What They Said: Fal’s into casual sex and will happily go home with/take home people of most any gender/race as long as they have a compatible personality and provide enthusiastic consent. A one night stand could easily turn into a lasting friendship. He also has a great respect for sex workers and adult entertainers of all kinds, and even spent a few years performing in the orchestra at a burlesque house. Bohemians: Fal performs solo most of the time, but its mostly for the sake of convenience. He actually loves the company of other creative folks and artists of all types, and is naturally drawn to them. Need to hire a guest musician in your band? Want some creative leatherworking ideas? Just want to talk poetry? Need people to come to your gallery showing? He’d love to. Even if you’re not a creative type, you can still hire him to play at your nameday party or make you a nice set of wristbands! Lowlives: Fal isn’t a member of the criminal underworld and doesn‘t actively commit crimes himself, but Eat the Rich and Fuck the Police are two of his favorite phrases. He’s happy to look the other way or even aid/abet people that fall on the wrong side of the law (within reason.) Please note that this DOES NOT mean he can’t make friends with individual nobility or authority figures, he‘s just inclined to be distrustful of them at first. On the flipside, it also DOES NOT mean he condones violent criminals.

RP Preferences ––– – I actually don’t do in-game, real-time Rping, due to my schedule and pathological shyness/social anxiety (sometimes it takes me a few minutes/hours/days to work up the courage to respond to friendly overtures dasdasdsdfff). Long-form, paragraph based RPs are my favorite - Discord chats work great for those! A little darkness is fine - horror, mature themes, angst, combat, injury, but please miss me with that super dark edge lord shit. I’ve seen some Bad Shit IRL and I don’t take kindly to gratuitous cruelty, torture, abuse or violence for its own sake. I’m also not interested in ERP at all, and I‘m not big on shipping or fluff as a goal or focal point. HOWEVER, I’m not against the idea of it if it develops organically.

OOCly I am ––– – -Full disclosure; In my 30s and would rather not RP with minors. -Employed full-time as a veterinary (laboratory) technician at a decent-sized small animal practice. -A longtime RPer - I started with D&D in high school and never looked back. -Very happily married (my partner is an Rper as well, just not into MMOs.) -Ace and honestly dgaf what pronouns you use for me because I’m Tired. -In the PST time zone. Contact Information ––– –

Discord is my preferred RP method - My handle is Falkyrie #6034

Also, I LOVE getting tagged with character/writing prompt memes - I want them all and will return the favor.

#About #Falerin Arcita #RP profile

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♪ { MATTY HEALY. CISMALE. THE 1975 } Oh shit. Is that SOMEBODY ELSE by BLACK VINYL on the radio right now?! I stan, OLIVER ADDAMS you know. HE that VOCALIST. who's 27 years old. They’ve been in the game for SIX YEARS and their band has THREE ALBUMS out right now. I think they’re very CHARMING and INDEPENDENT, but for some reason they come off as SELFISH and DECEPTIVE in the tabloids. You mind if I turn this up? k. 21. cst. she/her.

hi hi! so i’m super excited this rp is back because i missed it so much. i hope this runs as smoothly as last time! i’m currently a mess and in college that’s burying me under so much work and all so that’s fine! anyway, let me tell you a little bit about oliver. i’m super bad that intros so bare with me. but like this and i will come at you to plot with all your beautiful muses!

oliver was born in los angeles, california. born into a very rich family with a little sister. she’s twenty and is in college up in paris. growing up he knows he was very fortunate. a rich family. what kid wouldn’t want that? but it came with a price, oliver was very much abused growing up, rather it came from verbal or physical from his father. his mother couldn’t do anything and then when he was fifteen she divorced his father and oliver still holds some grudge again that. she moved across the country and that’s all oliver wanted to do was go with his mother.

after high school, oliver attended nyu, but soon dropped out when he was twenty-one to do something he wanted to do since he was in middle school. be in a rock band. he succeeded. having roping one of his close friends to start it with him. his father doesn’t talk to him anymore because of this and oliver doesn’t mind sometimes.

he’s about five months out of an engagement after cheating on his fiance of two years. tatum. they had dated for three years in total. this is something his pr team is keeping away from the public scene for so many reasons. his image is very important since he’s the lead singer of his band. it’s also because the person he cheated with happens to be with his own bass player. a night they were very high.

he’s very anxiety ridden. mostly from his childhood and if he doesn’t like being somewhere, he’ll leave without telling anyone. his band members know this already about him. he’ll sometimes use drugs to calm himself down.

whiskey lover. tattoo lover. his right ear is pierced. doesn't label his sexuality. he really could care less. has a bit of a drinking problem but hasn't come to terms with it and probably never will scorpio. main accessory is his leather jacket. has two dogs. axel and rose. tea lover gets around could go hours talking about sinatra or queen.

as for wanted connections. i don't really have anything certain i want because i'm usually up for anything. i'm pretty open so just ask! like this and i'll come at you to plot.

#at40:intro #abuse tw #drugs tw #anxiety tw

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aliapohno · 6 years

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character information { kaguya mori } { balmung&mateus }

The Basics

NAME: Kaguya Mori NICKNAME/ALIAS: n/a AGE: 30 RACE: Au Ra (Raen)/Miqo’te (Keeper) mix GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Single SERVER: Balmung & Mateus

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Long, jet black hair; the longest falls just to the top of her butt, the strands of hair that she wears over her shoulders fall to the curve of her breasts, and she had full bangs that fall below her eyebrows. She pulls back some of her hair into a looped bun.

( HER MATEUS-VERSE has short, wave black hair that falls to her shoulder.)

EYES: A piercing ice blue that always seem to carry a playful calm to them.

HEIGHT: 5 fulm 7 ilms

BUILD: Tall and slender, Kaguya surpasses the normal height of Auri women; she has little muscle definition, a rather ample bosom, and curves for days.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Her scales - and her horns - are opalescent in appearance, a rare trait that runs in her family. Because of her half-breed heritage, Kaguya has a pair of fluffy, black with red tipped Miqo’te ears. She also has sharper than normal canines; her tail is long, has scales on it, but also has fur -- akin to that of a Chinese or Japanese dragon’s tail.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: A curious looking necklace that she’s always had since she was a child.

Brief History

= Found in the middle of one of Hingashi’s many wooded areas at the age of 5 by slavers

= Sold off to a Hingan merchant, alongside a few others

Was raised and trained on how to cook, clean, and sow

When she turned 10, the merchant fell into heavy debt and she, along with the rest of the staff, were let go

= Was taken in by a friend of the merchant’s, who found Kaguya’s appearance exotic and interesting.

The man’s wife was unable to conceive children, so she raised the little girl as her own.

Taught her how to read, write, sing, dance, and play various instruments (koto, piano, shamisen)

The man’s wife passed away when Kaguya was 16, and he sold her off to another merchant.

= Her third owner - who wanted her to call him master - abused his servants - mentally, physically, and verbally.

He only kept her around because of her heritage, and would verbally degrade her for being a half-breed.

She didn’t take any of his shit, and fought back against him the next four years of her life.

= At 20, she was dragged across the ocean and to Limsa Lominsa, where she was sold off to a brothel because the man was tired of her attitude and thought that she could be broken in better in an environment like that.

= Is currently 30, and is still working at the brothel down by the docks.

Personal

PROFESSION: Former slave; sold to a brothel in Limsa HOBBIES: Dancing, making tea, reading about & studying magics, collecting little trinkets & stuffed animals, sewing LANGUAGE(S): Common, Hingan/Doman || she has a light Hingan accent RESIDENCE: Limsa Lominsa BIRTHPLACE: The Far East ( she assumes ) NAMEDAY: 12th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon { 5/12 } PATRON DEITY: The Kami { Eorzean standard: Azeyma, the Warden } FEARS: Being told she’s not worth anything, never finding “freedom”, spiders, being alone

Relationships

SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None PARENTS: Unknown SIBLINGS: Unknown OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown PETS: Momo (Red Panda)

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unempathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks

The Far East - Kaguya was (presumably) born in over in Hingashi. from what her first “Owner”/”Master” told her - when she was just a child - she had been sold off by her parents to slavers; thus is the reason why she has little memory of them and her home village.

Former Owner/Master - Kaguya was roughly 5 years old when she was first sold off by slavers to her first owner; she has spent the years - up until she was 20 - as a maid for her owners/masters. She’s gone through a handful so...

Customers - Her previous owner had grown bored of her, took her with him on business over seas, and basically sold her to a brothel in LImsa. Because of her unique looks - an Au Ra with Miqo’te features - Kaguya wound up relatively popular there.

Limsa Lominsa - It’s where she currently lives and resides, leaving the brothel on occasion to wander around Limsa and the surrounding areas.

OOC & What I Am {and Not } Looking For

LOOKING FOR:

Friends || She gets lonely, easily, and likes to spend her free time with people she feels she can trust and be friends with. She’s outgoing, and loves meeting people!

Former Owners || Since she was sold as a slave, I would be more than happy to play with someone who was her former owner/master. The Master/Slave dynamic is fun, especially when there’s varying degrees of such.

Customers || She a ho Men or women are more than welcome, since Kaguya doesn’t discriminate against gender. This also includes trans characters.

Plot || Considering she is, more or less, stuck in Limsa unless a customer pays to take her elsewhere in the world, there’s very little I can do plotwise with her. However, she wants to be free from her cage, and not spend the rest of her life chained down. She wants to learn about the past she doesn’t remember, about herself, and I want to flesh out her entire story since I have it all thought up in my head. { spoiler: HER NECKLACE PLAYS AN IMPORTANT ROLE IN EVERYTHING. }

Future/Possible Love Interests || While I’m don’t do the whole... pre-establishing a romantic relationship thing, especially so given Kaguya’s feelings about herself and relationships - I am always, always up for playing out the slow burn process of seeing how well characters mesh together. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN SHIPPING WITH HER please let me know and we can totally see what happens!

NOT LOOKING FOR

ERP/Smut - I’m not interest in writing out the actual details of any sexual encounters Kaguya may find herself in. Also, I’m not interested in it being pointless or without plot; she might be a courtesan, but she isn’t there solely to get someone’s rocks off. I prefer Fade To Black, and writing the aftermath.

[Permanent] Character Death || I have no plans on killing her - or any of my other characters - off permanently so this isn’t on the table, sorry.

OOC

My availability is open at the moment, given I am out of work and looking for a job.

I prefer to roleplay via Discord (message me for it), as I can focus on replies there, but I am not opposed to in-game rp. It’s just a personal preference.

When it comes to roleplay, I have a habit of writing long responses, and go the para-rp route; however, I can adapt to any play style, and match my RP partner relatively easily. I’m just a tl;dr person by nature I’m so sorry.

I’ll write just about anything as long as it isn’t the aforementioned erp/smut, or anything that deals with my characters death; I also won’t write extreme gore, or vore. But I will more than welcome dark themes in roleplay.

Please note that I am a very casual player when it comes to Final Fantasy 14, and that I do not always feel up to roleplaying. My mood fluctuates, and I can go a handful of days without replying ( which is why I prefer Discord for RP ). This does not mean I’m not interested. I AM. I just need to give my brain a break.

#character info #character profile #kaguya mori #the tempted moon #balmung #balmung rp #mateus #mateus rp

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moonlit-nightingale · 6 years

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An Analysis

I was thinking...and that’s never a good thing!

Summary: It takes a patient person to deal with a broken character. And most don’t have the dedication to do so.

Quick Intro

Firstly, Sari is not my usual RP archetype. Not one bit. Typically I play the playboys, sarcastic assholes, rogue types. Many like my other spread of FFXIV personas.

In fourteen years of roleplaying, I have never played a ‘cinnamon roll’ type character.

Likely I never will again.

What drove me to it this time? Xaela are known as a warmongering tribal race. War is in their blood, as most Xaela roleplayers hold true.

However no race is completely 100% the same. So what happens to the outliers?

If you think making Mr. Stoic and Aloof break out of their shell is difficult, Sari’s development has been one of the most turbulent and frustrating RP experiences in my life.

For me, remaining true and realistic to your character is more important than bending their concept to ‘fit’ other people’s expectations. I believe doing that has pushed many people away from wanting to interact and help Sari.

I have a feeling people think I’m being difficult as he’s been called ‘mopey.’ Well, why is he?

A (kinda) brief lookover into what made Sari into his current state:

Parents killed when he was still an infant, no memory of them.

His memories begin and continue for NINETEEN years of being with the Buduga.

There he was physically, verbally, emotionally, mentally, and sexually abused for being a nurturer and submissive individual.

He didn’t fit the mold. So he was a target. So he hid in the Steppe when he could.

When he was forced into a scenario he never wanted, fighting in the Naadam, he froze up, failed and was maimed.

He was called useless and weak, further reinforcing a mindset groomed in him for years.

Arriving in Eorzea, the trauma showed. He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes, he was instantly cowed by authority figures, and flinched away from physical touch.

I am no mental health professional but I think those are acceptable learned behaviors from what he’s encountered in life thus far, aye?

His first romantic interest physically bowled him over more than once. But why did Sari finally take that scary step into a relationship? Because he wanted to HELP that individual who was struggling to find his own place. Literally Sari’s words were, “I’ll be your mate if you stay” in the tribe.

It wasn’t a healthy move. Now I believe this person left because Sari showed no sexual interest right off the bat. Unrealistic? Me being stubborn? Again, no. His only encounters of that nature had been acts of control and power. Sex never represented love.

By the time the second romance rolled around, Sari was in quite a time in his life. He was out for revenge for the first time. The Buduga had hurt his family, he’d kill them in return.

Note: Sari never turned against the Buduga at ANY point in his life because of what happened to HIM. It was because they purposely targeted his family. That is when he finally turned to a violent solution.

In the midst of this, I did allow another relationship to begin among all the other issues going on with Sari at the time. The killing of former tribemates and his racial discrimination in Ishgard that nearly drove him to a sickbed were two hurdles ongoing during this time.

This one led to Sari overcoming a big fear. To approach his tribe leader for permission to openly court a mate. Issues from this include Sari’s lingering hesitance about being visibly open about his sexuality.

When he was still fresh from the Steppe, he’d been asked about this very thing in the middle of a huge social gathering and publicly embarrassed about it.

But he did it and asked for the right to court.

A few days later, an OoC altercation led to the relationship being broken off suddenly with no IC resolution.

How did he find out ICly? The individual openly flirting with another in the tribe right in front of him.

So the midpoint recap.

Two partners who left him because, in my perception, Sari didn’t want to hop into bed with them. This was me being true to his character, not just being difficult to extend ‘the chase.’

I think there is a large group of roleplayers that are looking for a quick lay and I encountered two of them on an unfortunately fragile character.

This second failure hurt him tremendously and he had little support in its wake. A bit of OoC drama in the aftermath of all this led to Sari being ICly being isolated.

It’s when his drinking began. Thanks to three friends that have and still are there for them (bless you Yesui, Khal, and Odoki, truly), he recovered and began a life in the Adders.

Finally!

POSITIVE! \o/

I was able to make Sari feel good about his decisions in life, give him a chance to lead. How? He was AWAY from Xaela. And he was more comfortable that way.

Fast forwarding to more current events.

The magitek arm. Despite the trauma of it, Sari recovered remarkably well. He’d grown mentally by this time thanks to the Adders and was going to push forward from the injury.

He finally had a support system of a large group.

Then things turned again.

One man he trusted (even had a crush on at one point) doubted his conviction during his recovery and outwardly marked down his worth.

A person that is fighting a mental battle of recovery needs support. Hearing such a thing from a trusted soul was a quick regression to his time on the Steppe and within the tribe.

You are worthless. Weak. Not good for anything.

Who would love you? Two haven’t now. They’d left you behind.

Who would want you? The Adders discharged him due to suspicion of Garlean tampering and he was kicked from the dojo.

So he shut down.

And that is where Sari is now.

He’s been broken more times than I think a normal sane person could handle if looked at from a realistic angle. Some persist in the face of this and some surrender to it.

I’m not sure what will happen to Sari in the future.

Summary of My Rambling

I in no way purposely play Sari to be ‘difficult.’ I do my best to stray true to a twenty year old that has known abuse for nineteen of his years.

A soul that has had little support and a constant swinging pendulum of positive and negative experiences.

I have also been told I set him up for all these terrible things to set him in a downhill spiral. Things that I have purposely orchestrated:

His past (of course)

Torture by the Buduga (set up for a FC mini-arc)

His drinking (coping mechanism)

Magitek arm (set up for a FC mini-arc)

Everything else has been through interactions. This involves responding in a way I feel is true to his character, not necessarily what I want behind the screen.

I’m very protective of this songbird and it hurts me to see him hurt.

Anxiety, depression, feeling unwanted, not having a social circle to call your own, constantly being shuttled on to the next encounters of your life and knowing they’ll likely hold no positives.

These are all reflections of me.

And as cliche and cheesy as it sounds, that’s why it hurts me to see Sari so discarded and kicked like a can down the road.

Aye, I understand RP and FFXIV as a whole are hobbies people play to have fun. And if someone doesn’t enjoy an encounter, they want to move on to something that is fun to them.

Totally cool with that, I hold zero anger towards those souls. But respect each other and give a heads-up and be honest. Don’t leave people hanging in a void. There are people behind those screens that may be using this game as a way to cope.

*deep breath*

If anyone actually read this far, thank you. I just had to get some thoughts out there that have been plaguing me as of late.

#ic and ooc analysis #shower thoughts are best thoughts #mental recap

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advxdaehyun-blog · 7 years

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plotcall! or whatever we call it on tumblr rp nowadays—

Yells excitedly and nervously!! I’m sorry for being inactive but I was lurking around in search of my muse that went on a vacation without telling me, wheezes!! Anyway, uhm, please plot with me! I’m really cool and have great pick-up lines— Here’s the list of plots I’ve been wanting to share, all of them lead to character development and relationship growth! Thus, if you wish to proceed with any of these, please bear in mind that it’s not to be taken lightly and changes will occur for my muse, what happens to yours is not my decision to make. A few things to be taken into account:

―I’ve set no boundaries in which the plots do no require certain positions/species/whatsoever. It’s free for all, I wish for my muse to interact with zero limits. ―If a particular plot ends up attracting too many interested people, I’ll close it for future threads until the present ones are done. ―Rather than producing confinements of certain settings, I’ve kept it vague and generic; just a paragraph to awaken the dormant inspirations within the ones whom are reading this list. Further details will be discussed.

T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S : violence, pedophilia, rape, crude language, maniac behavior, murder, psychological manipulation, verbal/physical/mental abuse, guns, physical combat, isolation, trapped, cage, metaphorical freedom, illicit affair, blades, sharp objects, implied pregnancy, implied forced abortion!

α — 1984 by George Orwell.

stumbling upon despair, do you spit out venom or do you wallow amidst self-deprecation? there is a hierarchical order, constituents arranged based on ranks and the invisible eye of an ultimatum ever watchful. slithering through hallways, ascending a never ending flight of stairs, upwards the both of you go; forward the both of you pursue, despondency and determination, yet did any of these two ever realize those chains circling your ankles, the leash death knotted around your neck? was escape ever truly a reality, those acquaintances truly ally and the trust you’ve shared between, has it always been seen as a tracking trail to prove who’s in the wrong? then who’s in the right?

β — The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

as his naked body shivered on the cement floor of the military’s holding cell, daehyun only ever wished to live. “when you really want something to happen, the whole universe will conspire so that your wish comes true.” yet as he witnessed the blazing sun for the first time in two months, the feelings could only be summoned as standing in the middle of Sahara dessert with zero bearings. would you be the Philosopher’s Stone to fuel his cognizance or are you the Elixir of Life to put a halt on the tempest in his mind? either way, these scars littering his body are quite fascinating, against your fingertips; against your tongue; against the blade you’re holding too, maybe.

γ — 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami.

sometimes you’ll see him carrying a bouquet of flowers; fingers caressing the petals as if they were a part of him and spoke in soft wisps of breathy sighs whenever he’s seen in the gardens. floriography, he had once told you after a brief meeting; you asked, he answered and that was that. but then it was if the Sun and Moon had aligned and you were staring at an entirely different entity; daehyun? kazuya? who is he? you could’ve sworn crimson painted his fingers, razor sharp smile and glinting eyes. the way he had manhandled those people left you torn between weeping in terror or avenging their deaths by tearing this diabolical individual whom remained standing in front of you, unwavering gaze and all that jazz, Frank Sinatra playing as the background music. was it parallel universes or did you just have bad timing?

δ — Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk.

fight or flight, those trembling hands of yours; quivering lips and rivulets of sweat streaming down your face. despite the long-sleeved shirt, those baggy camouflage pants, you can see tangible thew adorning his very being. daehyun speaks like those cunning foxes, he smiles as if the entire world rested on his back yet the way you fought erased those mental images of him with a flower crown on top of his head; of him hidden behind towers of books; of him reaching out a helping hand when you were cornered. this silence and that silence are parallel lines; never to meet because back then, daehyun was battling the enemies for you and now daehyun is battling the enemies within you. how was it possible to end up with expectations hung around your neck like a noose and a man adroit at physical combat ready to pounce the moment you even breathe?!

ε — The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.

speak of luxury and they’ll respond with rare gems, a bar of gold and glittering diamonds. sometimes they’ll romanticize other aspects, as if it could wipe away the drool from the corner of their mouths once gazes land on wads of cash and those cars imported from top automobile countries. daehyun finds amusement above all in luxury; he likes the multitude of rainbow light rays reflected off a diamond’s surface, enjoys the substantial weight of holding jewelries in his hands but he never stays. how could he allow himself to be chained by silver cutlery and forked tongues when he’s seen so much more in the world beyond? it’s hard to understand how he laughs at being presented a gold ring but rendered silent when he’s looking at Renaissance paintings and architectures through the screen of his laptop. it’s hilarious how he could dismiss offers of wealth with a monotonous yet polite “oh?” but gasps in astonishment when tangible literature were immortalized through yellowing, dog-eared pages bounded by leathery covers.

ϛ — The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger.

one half of a whole | beginning; she ran out of the house, half-dressed and half-braided hair flying against the blowing wind. monsters crawled up the marble stairs croaking for help with their bloody hands and smashed faces, monsters buried in their backyard, monsters escorted her to school and practice, monsters disappeared into her mother’s office only to never resurface. her father religiously called three times a week, her mother religiously whipped the back of her knees three times a stutter in speech. you’ve heard the clattering of mugs and splashing of boiled water, yet you’ve never heard of someone who picks up hot ceramic pieces with a familiarity one could only fathom after having seen the Devil themselves.

ζ — The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

η — Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

θ — Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

ι — Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

κ — To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. coming soon!

λ — The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.

somber ambiance for stories of rape, rape, rape. tears shed over bruised thighs and sashaying hips. there were signs; there will always be signs with him, the way he knows how to subtly brace against an onslaught of sexual oppression, the way he bore his fangs towards others that dared to lift a hand when he is present but consent is absent. how do you go about someone who’s gone through wars; both fought in reality and in his mind’s simulation? the ever present lines of red rimming those falsely jubilant eyes, you can’t think, can’t think, refuse to acknowledge, beneath that old military uniform; underneath his favorite sweaters, one of those parts in his timeline, that scarred stomach once protruded into a bump, a microscopic sound of heartbeat but where did it go? where did daehyun go after he was dragged down the stairs? where did daehyun go after he was forced on to the ground? how is it that you are stuck in oblivion when he’s always there to kiss your demons, embrace your wrath and tenderly soothe the flame within your soul?

μ — American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis.

“why do you sound like you want to kill someone?” “because i do want to kill someone,…again.” the first time you met him over one too many glasses of neat bourbon, as yours eyes roamed across his countenance; slight wrinkles in case of antediluvian youth, feline curved eyes and soft, soft lines of his lips, gracefulness breathed onto those lithe wrists; the thought of this man, seated on the bar stool next to you never crossed that particular inclination of thoughts. but when you met him for one too many times over the same glasses of neat bourbon, there’s a certain aspect of unhinged with the way his lips curl into the embodiment of rogue; amber orbs shone too brightly and that sinful flicker of tongue wetting chapped tiers. it gives you a metaphorical side table with two drawers, one contains a classic russian roulette revolver whilst the other contains what you’d like to believe as means of safety for you. but then you can’t have the best of both worlds now, can you? especially when you’re situated next to a maniac veiled by those sweet, sweet words defying laws of gravity.

#` [ ooc ]#` [ yells i've finally gotten around to this ]#` [ blessed so blessed ]#` [ come at me lovelies!!! ]#plots

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