#plot drop 004

[theonxepialos]

starter for @napoleonxfalon, @blademasterdior.

where: dior's bedroom gasp

when: current timeline

note: whoever would like to respond first uwu, and hope dis okay!

Dior had been recovered, but in any sense Theon had felt he had ultimately failed what Napoleon had more or less begged for from the assassin. He was rather good at accomplishing contracts which involved in the dispatching of others - murder, violence - but the Kossith were a mystery entirely. Their ship proved impossible to locate, technologies that Theon certainly could never fully understand, until one fated day, that which aligned with Arishok's death, provoked a promise. Druids who could shift and others who possessed flight had reached Haven with the news of the ships demise, but also the fact that there were still survivors out there in need of recovery.

A few days had passed since the first news of the ship wreckage had filtered through Lysara, and each day Theon checked the gladiator's ludi before milling out for the day, hoping to obtain whispers of more recovered, or whereabouts to where some may be stranded. Theon was more useful on land as opposed to the open sea but it seemed the incubus needn't worry nor fret any longer. For the first time in many weeks, it seemed the gladiator was indeed home, and he was not alone either.

Theon was intruding simply by allowing himself inside, but he felt further like an intrusion when he realized - though he should have expected this - that the other within was indeed the Sinarian changeling. Skulking inside, there'd been a moments pause where Theon wondered if it'd be better for him to turn the other way, as though he'd never been here at all, but there was this insistence that Theon needed to physically see that Dior was indeed alright.

Though a silent creature, stealth his friend, Theon didn't wish to startle them, and his voice was strangely low, arms crossed as he lingered in the doorway of Dior's personal chambers, "I told you he wouldn't die." His eyes flickered towards the changeling before shifting towards Dior, assessing the gladiator quietly.

[ryujinseaborn]

starter for @robinxofxstars.

where: why its caribella of course

when: current timeline

note: checkin in on my good pal

"Good, you're alive," Ryu's presence had indeed been sparse around Caribella lately and he'd not seen Robin since Progress Day had come to a tumultuous end; there was clear relief that the other looked to be well, and thus not one who was recovered from the Kossith dreadnought. "Though," his head cocked to the side, before peering up at Elokian's ship which was docked at the Caribellan port, "-Can we say the same of your Captain? If he's never to return, they really won't allow Calypso to man the position right?" Nothing against the Scorned elvhen but Ryu always rooted for an underdog and in more ways than one Neptune's Fleet belonged partially to Robin.

[lotharx]

starter for @prcspero.

where: where my mans is living

when: fleeing aventia timeline

note: :Peepo_Blush:

Straight from the battlefields, those which were sprawling with innumerable darkspawn and dead allies, Lothar rapped on the door with his knuckles. A member of the Warriors Guild was an honorable ally, entrenched in certain principles, but their attempt to stave off the darkspawn proved impossible, this ineffective tug and pull that left more slain than salvaged. The brute was hardly a people person, he could do damage within a battle, but once evacuation measures were set - Lothar understood he had done all he could for the decaying city.

Leaving Iskaldrik and his allies behind had been an unfathomable decision which still tugged at his heart - each day he wished to return and free those who'd been captured or worse. Aventia had been less of a personal feat to squash for the barbarian but that lingering stench of failure still scoured and coiled within all the same. When the door opened, Lothar let out a laugh; how cozy Prospero seemed within his dwellings, not directly affected by what had been.

"This may have been the better decision," the decision not to participate - culling numerous darkspawn had not quelled the ire within, it'd only sharpened it further, a knife that would not yet fade until his country was freed from the Aetherians once more.

[casimirnoctis]

starter for @agrcn.

where: somewhere private in eterna

when: current timeline

note: long overdue uwu, let me know if u need any changes!

They hadn't spoken; not since Valerius had escaped, not since the Kossith had stormed into Aventia on a false act of liberating the city which was teeming with darkspawn. The Kossith, however, had flipped the script, taken captives, claimed Aventia for their own. Casimir had no stakes nor true concerns in this battle, save for the fact that - if Haven was next, what would stop the Kossith from chipping away at Lysara piece by piece until they had absorbed each region for their own? He'd always had little interest in war, but it was rather clear to the dhampir that war continued to have a rather vexing interest within him.

He'd skipped past any formal greeting, when Agron entered the room, he looked far worse for wear than when Casimir had seen him last and there was a rather lethal and obvious scar sprawling across the strigoi's jugular. It was perplexing, it wrought the weight of absence; he knew he should have found Agron the moment Valerius had escaped. "There's much to talk about it seems."

[juliangladiator]

Julian took a beat, he nodded slowly, absorbing the simple idea of... surprise? He wasn't sure what to call it, but they'd have to be careful, outsmart the Kossith, presume they wouldn't see an infiltration of the ship coming. He's never truly been part of a plan with moving cogs and parts; performance was easy, glide around the ring, defeat the big bad, spill their blood. This war between the Kossith, however, was no show and the palpable distress felt from Juneau was very, very real. "I can be a distraction, or I can be with you to get on the ship," Julian had been a gladiator first, but he'd proved himself on the battlefield; either situation he felt he could adapt to, even if no one ever truly wished to be the bait. "I'm worried they don't have much time left," it was blurted out, how he'd felt this obscured specter of pain leeching from whatever mental tether he'd had to Juneau.

"I want to get them back. Fighting the Kossith is not the plan, they have to dock at some point, I want to infiltrate their ship and extract those taken." It's said all very quickly and Julian is a person she trusts but she does feel more of an urge to present herself a little formally around him, but for a moment that ends. And he hopes he doesn't think anything less of her for it. To her people, to her pack, she is a queen, she tries to hold herself as someone to be looked up to. But she is still a person, and she has been pushed to extremes. It feels like the right thing though, it felt like something Freydis and Thora would do.

[lotharx]

starter for @alrikhart.

where: can be otw returning from the cove or make it current

when: after our red hand quest / current

note: that's my adopted son

Once he'd known the Hart siblings were staying behind within the Cove to ensure it was somewhat stabilized after the destruction, Lothar obviously had taken it upon himself to stick around too. Clearly Prospero was rubbing off on the barbarian and not in a way Lothar appreciated, damn kids. Lothar was never one to genuinely question a course of combat, but he'd delivered the killing blow and had been made to rise under their command in tandem to that; a fucked up party trick when the barbarian thought about it. Though he'd kept quiet in his rumination on the very subject, Lothar had also not been so able minded at speaking positively whatsoever, especially when it came to others he'd come to care for, much like Alrik. "Glad to have fought alongside you again," Aventia, now Hestia's Cove, the Red Hand seemed to have bound their course of Fates to always meet upon a battlefield and defeat evil, again and again until the Weave decided they were to rest. It seemed there was a grimace on his face, mentally recounting the course of events, but it was the closest thing to a smile that they'd been... mostly... victorious.

[thelonelyarchon]

📮 RETURN TO SENDER ᯓᡣ𐭩⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

— PAIR: !model alhaitham x !fem youtuber reader

— SYNOPSIS: you are a budding lifestyle vlogger and youtuber specializing in writing love letters. not only that, but you're also alhaitham's secret admirer! you like him but he doesn't know you. so what if one day, your friend found your love letter addresed to him and mailed it?

"though i appreciate your enthusiasm and 'profound love for me,' i regret to inform you that i cannot return those feelings," your breath hitched. "enclosed with this reply is your letter. it may be best for me to return it to you. good day."

oh no... not what you expected, eh? what now?

CONTENT WARNING/NOTES: fem reader, self-insert, reader has pre-determined storyline/background, female anatomy description, yandere-ish alhaitham, OOC characters (obv), asshole alhaitham, angst, profanities and cussing, sexual innuendos . . .

masterlist | series playlist

📮 POSTAL OFFICE ᯓᡣ𐭩

[name]'s mains official | private

alhaitham's mains official | private

💌 LETTERS SENT ᯓᡣ𐭩

📥 DROP OFF . . .

001 - letter mailed, lives ruined

002 - what letter? kaveh, what letter!?

003 - guilt & ruin

004 - rejected

005 - so... moving on

006 - first love pt. 1

007 - first love pt. 2

008 - first love pt. 3

009 - a ragnvindr

010 - relapse

011 - love vs obsession

012 - prescon

013 - three months

014 - his love letter

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🛫 IN TRANSPO . . .

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📦 DELIVERY . . .

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📬 RECEIVED . . .

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NOTE:

- contains grammatical error

- contains plot holes

- second attempt in (finishing) writing a socmed au

- may have sexual innuendos

- there's cussing and a lot of offensive name calling (usually from tighnari but its used in a humorous/lovingly way???)

- trigger warnings will be placed on each post (if necessary)

- taglist: OPEN

@thelonelyarchon | do not reproduce or repost my works all rights reserved 2024

[atlasofthestaars]

[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .004

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Note: I often try to plan out plot points while I’m at work, and I was like wow! I get why Kronika went insane because trying to keep all these plot points (especially the parts where I plan on diverging from canon) logical is wild.

This is the first chapter that doesn’t follow any of the main campaign events at all, so it was a bit more of a struggle to write for, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! There will be more chapters of this, building up the much needed foundation for the champions squad. Don’t worry Lin Kuei fans, there will be a few more Lin Kuei moments too during these times, allowing us to see them again before they disappear for a while during the tournament arc!

Shang Tsung deliberation is up until a week from when chapter 3 was released/aka when the tumblr poll ends. 

Otherwise, I will accept any wants for any other love interests until we get closer towards the Outworld arc since I’m pretty sure all Earthrealm men are already confirmed.

For example, someone asked for Reiko, so here’s a poll for him to gauge interest, AO3 fans, please comment on your thoughts for him!

FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO HELPED TRAIN SOME NEW CHAMPIONS

Turns out, thinking about the things that worried you leads to overthinking.

Pacing back and forth in your room, you felt the cool wood under your feet. With how much you paced around the room, you were surprised the wood had not been ruined at this point. You paused in your pacing and you looked outside the window to look at the moon. 

You were never a good sleeper, finding it hard to sleep at night. But oddly enough you always found yourself awake for the sunrise due to routine. You often found naps were a good supplement for your tiredness, but some days you would suffer being awake without much rest.

Your memories buzzed around your head too much to rest easy. You paced back and forth once more for a few more minutes until you stopped at the door of your room, briefly considering going and seeing whether Liu Kang could help ease your troubled mind.

Your hand laid upon the handle, the metal knob cool to the touch. Goosebumps trailed up your arm as you stared at the doorknob. You tried to will yourself to move. To finally speak with Liu Kang about the memories that weighed upon you, to free yourself of this silly burn that you brought about upon yourself.

Unfortunately, you could not bring yourself to step outside your door.

You were too racked with guilt to do that.

You were afraid of the idea that you would slip up and mention the many other memories you had recovered, the timeline you were beginning to piece together, and Liu Kang would begin to realize this. You were afraid of upsetting the man who most generously took you in and allowed you to stay by his side despite your odd past.

You did not want to ruin the good thing you had going for yourself.

Your hand dropped from the doorknob. Sighing, you walked over to a particular floorboard and carefully lifted it up. You reached inside and pulled out the leather bound diary that you had found on yourself when you first awoke in this world. Along with it was a pen that somehow, despite the years, had not run out of its smooth ink.

This was your only confidant in the memories you had. Moving towards your desk, you adjusted the lantern in your room to hang over the desk, giving you more light to work with. You stared at your words, trying to look at what you recalled.

Your memories seemed to be linked with those you interacted with, so the Lin Kuei and Liu Kang and the memories surrounding them were the strongest. Even still, you had holes in what should be completed memories. Meeting the new people seemed to patch some of them up, though.

You sighed as you skimmed the pages. They were mostly short phrases describing what you remembered from these brief memories. It was hard to keep them in order since they were random and never in order whenever you got them.

You picked up the pen, spinning it with a flourish before you began to write.

Kung Lao, a cocky monk of the Shaolin with a razor hat. Once was friends with Liu Kang. Seems now he is a farmer and friends with Raiden.

Raiden, Thunder god. Seems to have once been what Liu Kang is now. Mortal now, and a farmer of Fengjian with Kung Lao.

Johnny Cage, actor. Was with Sonya Blade and had a kid. Still an actor, has a different wife, and no kid. 

Kenshi Takahashi, once a blind swordsman with telekinesis and telepathy with a magic sword. Had a kid. Now seems that he has his vision, uncertain of abilities.

You sighed as you put down your pen, staring at the words in front of you. You tried to will yourself to conjure any memories you had of these men previously from just their name. Unfortunately, this just gave you a headache…and not the kind that gave you any helpful memories.

“Damn.” You muttered leaning back in your chair. You had never had control of your memories, even after all these years. They were rather inconvenient and useless, since they rarely gave you any insight on the ones you meet. They’re all so different.

The only constant was their names.

You closed your eyes as you thought of the four men you had written down. Who were they? What was their connection to you? You sighed as you rubbed your forehead, trying to ease the headache you had accidentally given yourself.

Ah shit, you were in charge of training them, weren’t you? Or at least, somewhat.

They were going to be a headache in more ways than one, it seemed.

“So, how, exactly, am I to train the four?” You inquire as you glance over to Liu Kang, briefly noting the way the sunlight landed on his features. It was another morning of watching the sunrise with the fire god. You had gotten a few hours of sleep, at least, before rising to meet up with Liu Kang as usual. A few hours was better than nothing.

You had started off quiet, before natural conversation hit the both of you. You discussed many things, mostly the events of the past few days, before the conversation naturally landed on the new recruits. You found out that they were going to be arriving at the Wu Shi academy in a few days time, giving them enough time to get their life sorted out before they drastically change theirs.

The god looked over to you. It seemed like he had been expecting this question, and you wondered just how easily he could read you. 

“You are to simply oversee their training and test their skill. I know you are not all too familiar with the teaching of the monks, so they shall handle the bulk of it.” He explained, and you found yourself sighing with relief. “Not to mention, I shall also assist when I am able.” You were not ready to have to handle training four grown men, so hearing that you were mostly there to test them was great.

You were good at fighting, at least. It was a skill that people often commended you for. 

Madam Bo often praised you as one of the best she had sparred with. The old Lin Kuei’s grandmaster often found value in the practice you gave his sons. You would never admit it, but you prided yourself on these compliments. 

“That’s good.” You remarked, feeling your shoulders relax. You returned your gaze to the rising sun and the pretty colors that were painted in the sky. You paused, deliberating over the next words that were to leave your mouth. “Why me?” You asked, your voice almost shy. That question had been haunting you ever since you found out about this arrangement back in Fengjian.

“Because I can trust you.�� Liu Kang began, his voice filled with certainty. You felt a pang of guilt, your gaze dropping to your hands. Your mind screamed with how you were unworthy of his trust with the memories you found yourself unable to confide in him with. “And I know you will provide a healthy challenge to them.” You chuckled at his words, pushing out the voice that whispered in your head.

“Why are we recruiting these people so late?” You inquired, asking another question that had been bugging you for a while now. You were glad that Liu Kang was a benevolent god, and never seemed to mind your questions. “Would it not be more wise to recruit them earlier since the tournament is mere months away?” 

“Had we sought them before, none of them would be ready.” Liu Kang answered wisely, and you hummed. You knew better than to ask how he knew this, despite the years together there were some things you knew he kept secret, and his innate knowledge was one of those things. You supposed it was just a godly thing.. “It is only until now that an opportunity presented itself.”

“And so you decided that I was one of the best options to train them within a few months?”

“Indeed.”

“You have a lot of confidence in me, Liu Kang.” 

“Should I not?” The god questioned. The tone in his voice surprised you, and you looked over to him instinctively. You were surprised to see such a strong look of confidence on his face. Gently, he put a hand on your shoulder. His thumb rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. Through your clothes and his hand wraps, you felt the comfort of his warmth.

“No, you should.” You said, your voice filled with a bit more confidence. You looked at his face, feeling oddly proud of yourself to have earned the god’s confidence. He nodded, seeming content with the shift in your attitude. “I shall do my best.” You said, bowing for the man.

“I know you will.”

“How are you boys doing?” 

Striding into the courtyard of the Wu Shi academy, you looked at the four recruits. You noted how each of them wore the uniform, and how it all seemed to fit them, more or less. You walked with confidence in front of them, imbued with the words you had been given before from Liu Kang. 

All of them were various degrees of exhaustion. Not surprisingly, the actor seemed to be having it the roughest. He was still fine, but it was easy to tell he was the most winded out of the four. You assumed his luxurious lifestyle had something to do with it.

You sucked in a breath as you fought the massive headache these four were giving you. Being stuck with overseeing their training, you assumed you’d be having this feeling a lot. It was no matter, you’d simply sleep it off right now.

Strangely enough, despite the intensity of the headache, you were unable to glean any memories easily. Probably something to do with so many people trying to resurface at once.

“Training has been rigorous, but enlightening.” Raiden replied, his face flush from exertion, and you noted how out of the four he was one of the ones faring a bit better. You assumed it was because he wasn’t underestimating the monks’ intense lessons. You smiled at him, nodding.

“Good, as it should be.” You said, humming as you clasped your hands behind your back, observing them all. Despite their tired state, you could tell they were at least eager. “As Lord Liu Kang has said, I will be partially in charge of your training.” You grinned at them, seeing them perk up at your words. “Today will be a…benchmark to see where your skills lie.”

“Who exactly are you again?” Johnny asked, still hunched over slightly, hands on his knees as he looked up at you. You saw the slight glares from the others, probably because they saw his words rude. He put up his hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t get a proper introduction like you guys did.” He defended himself.

“Don’t worry, I don’t take offense.” You chuckled, shaking your head. You said your name, clearly and loudly so the others made sure what it was. “I’m a companion of Lord Liu Kang, and he has entrusted me with overseeing your training.” You explained before clearing your throat. “I’m not one for lectures, so I’ll get right to it, who wishes to go first?” 

The four looked amongst themselves, seeming to deliberate amongst themselves silently on who would face this challenger they’ve never seen fight. You let out a silent chuckle, wondering how they sized you up. Eventually, you watched as Kung Lao strode up to take the challenge. 

“Let me show the others how it’s done.” He declared, seeming confident. You saw the small smirk on his lips, and in return you smiled graciously at him. You gestured for the others to step to the side, and you watched as a few of the monks gathered around to watch. The monks were no stranger to your fighting prowess.

“Bold.” You commended, nodding as you walked into place with Kung Lao, settling into the all too familiar fighting pose that you were familiar with. You watched as he mimicked your actions, settling into his as well. “Now, allow me to show you why I was entrusted with this task.”

You watched as Kung Lao approached, confidence in his strides. Almost too confident. You held a defensive position. The point of this test was to gauge their abilities, so acting on the defensive first would allow you to see what their confidence and skills on the offense were like. 

As he swung the first punch, you blocked it with ease. You supposed it was a bit unfair, having already known what Kung Lao’s fighting style was like after watching him in the teahouse along with the bits of memories you had of him. You allowed him to attempt to break your defense more, noting how he had a strong emphasis on his punches with their quick nature.

You had to commend him on his confidence, he knew he was a strong fighter. The farmer had a lot of potential.

It wasn’t until his major slip up with throwing a rather risky punch that you decided that it was time to go on the offensive. Ducking under the move, you went for a sweep, knocking the man off his feet. You waited until he got back up before you grabbed him. Taking him off his guard, you brought him close as you winded your leg back.

As you sent the kick flying into his stomach, you transformed your leg into that of a secretary bird’s, allowing you to put even more power than you would have normally.

“Holy shit!”

You disregarded the actor’s exclaim as you watched Kung Lao fly back, tumbling from the strike. As he stumbled up, he seemed surprised before hesitantly approaching once more. This time, he utilized more caution as he swung at you, trying to even employ the technique of grabbing you like you had. Easily you shoved him back, retaliating by whirling around and transforming yourself to have a kangaroo’s tail which you swung at him with.

This back and forth went on for a bit, with Kung Lao being easily fended off by you before he eventually conceded, calling for surrender.

“You fight well.” You commend, bowing towards Kung Lao. He did the same as he panted, nodding as he caught his breath. You stood up to look at him as he gestured towards you, a look of awe on his face.

“I am amazed at your transformation skills.” The farmer admitted, looking at you up and down with amazement as he continued to catch his breath. “Is it possible to learn that?” He asked, almost too eagerly as he walked over to the side to rest up.

“It is a skill I was born with, so unfortunately I cannot teach you.” You told him, grinning as you held out your arm to transform it into a bear’s with its claws out. “I have the ability to transform any part of my body, and all of me, into an animal.” You explained as you transformed your arm back as easily as you had changed it.

“Now, who is next?” 

You causally stood there, only having barely broken a sweat as they stood to the side, catching their breath. A pleased look appeared on your face as you crossed your arms, noting how they each fought. Today you had gone easy on them, being more defensive than your usual aggressive fighting style. You surmised they’d only have a few bruises each because of this. You tried to stay away from anything that would rip and tear.

Honestly, your memories had been helpful for once. They helped clue you in on the fighting style of each man, the odd exception being Raiden who felt pretty different than the man you remembered. It was nice to know what to expect, unlike the first time you had fought the Lin Kuei in training…

Kung Lao had been interesting, being the most confident in his strikes and fighting style. That matched with his speed allowed you to see where he truly shone in his fighting. Taking defense against him was a challenge due to how swiftly he struck, but being able to defend well proved useful as you could counter him when he was left vulnerable after a failed attempt at breaking your defense.

You hummed, recalling how this version of the man lacked the iconic razor hat you remembered. You wondered briefly if you should suggest it to him, or if it’d be odd. You also noticed how despite his confidence in this life, he was at least a bit more humble than when you remembered him last.

Johnny Cage had been unique, his fighting style more flashy and all in than what you were used to. It felt like it should be impractical from just watching it, but the man made it work somehow. He also had interesting evasion, which almost took you off guard. You think you could definitely work with it, especially teaching him how to better evade the opponent since he seemed to grasp that concept well already.

Your eyes looked over to Kenshi. Kenshi had been odd to train with since he wielded a sword, and it felt like he had the most experience in fighting. Your eyes trailed down to his hands, noting the tattoos that littered his hands. You remembered how Liu Kang had briefed you in on his past. A yakuza…that explains the calculated way he fought. 

You wondered if you’d ever have to deal with the telekinesis you remembered he had in his past life.

Raiden had been the most different from his past life. In both his fighting since he lacked the lightning powers you remembered so strongly, and how he carried himself. He was not as confident as you hoped, despite the obvious skill he had.

You’d have to work on that with him.

“Excellent work for day one with me.” You congratulated, causing the four men to look at you with varying degrees of confusion. You guessed they thought they had done not so well due to how you had battled them off easily. “As I said, this is a benchmark, so I know now how to best advise where to take your training, especially since the tournament is mere months away.” 

“That was a benchmark?” Johnny Cage asked, sending you a disbelieving look. He had been one of the ones you had ended up fighting the most before he conceded. He had been stubborn against you, and you don’t know whether that was foolish or something to be commended for. Maybe it was both. “You kicked our asses.” You chuckled as you grinned at him.

“Did you expect anything less from someone who is allowed to stand by the Fire God’s side?” You asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone before you observed them once again. “We’ll meet again tomorrow after your training with the monks. For now, you are all dismissed.” You said, bowing towards them, your hands forming a fist into your palm similarly to how Liu Kang does. 

You turned around, intending to go back to the Fire Temple for a well deserved nap, especially since the headache was getting nearly unbearable at this rate. Then, you heard your name being called. Turning around with a raised eyebrow, you watched as Johnny jogged to catch up with you.

Your head pounded as he neared, but you at least felt some relief as you felt a few more memories resurface.

You recalled how he had been very, very arrogant as a younger man. He had brazenly had his name tattooed across his chest, and for a moment you allowed your head to dip to his chest, curious if he still had it in this life. Somewhere, after what you could only remember a big event as a tragedy, you remembered he mellowed out. 

You wondered how this one’s attitude laid on those scales.

“You know, you’d be a hit in Hollywood.” He told you, his breath still heavy with exertion. You raised an eyebrow, surprised at his words. You weren’t all too familiar with what he was talking about, but you assumed it had to do with his acting background which you vaguely remembered.

“Really?” You asked, holding back a chuckle as you looked at him with amusement. Even across the world, he was still thinking about his acting career. “What makes you say that?” You inquire, deciding to entertain his thoughts. 

“People dig animals,” The actor started off, gesturing to you, “and not to mention how much you’d be valued there for being able to act as any animal?” He continued, acting as if he were trying to sell you on the offer. “Directors would be hitting you up left and right.” You felt yourself grin a bit more at his praise, but reminded yourself not to get caught up in his flattery.

“Are you implying I’d only be adored for my animal side? And not my own charisma?” You asked with faux offense, deciding to try and tease Johnny. You were surprised how he didn’t even flinch at your words and smoothly replied.

“Nah, you got that and more.” The actor admitted, shrugging as he pointed at you. “but it’s not often people meet an animal shapeshifter.” He pointed out with a nod, making you nod. “So if anything is your claim to fame, it’s that.”

“You’re interesting, Cage.”

“So I’ve been told.” The man replied wittily as he grinned at you, eagerness shining in his eyes. “So, you interested in becoming a star after all this blows over?” It was an innocent seeming question, but you narrowed your eyes, not certain on the intention of the question.

“Why are you so interested in my career path?” You inquired, your tone a touch more serious. You glanced over to see where the others had gone. All gone. No one to save you from this man’s questions. You crossed your arms as you gazed at him with skepticism.

You were hit with a wave of nostalgia as your mind reminded you all of a sudden how he had offered a similar gig in your past life.

Some things never change.

“Listen, I talked with Liu Kang, this shit has movie written all over it.” Johnny Cage decided to be a bit more transparent with you. You raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to go on. “I think if what he says is true, I can make a box office hit!” He gestured towards you eagerly. “And I think you have what would make this movie superb, my friend.”

“Interesting…I’ll have to pass though.” You said, shutting him down. You watched as his glee dropped a bit, and you started to walk off. You were surprised as he still walked over to try and cut you off.

“Come on, hear me out-”

“Not right now, Cage.” You replied, putting a hand up to silence him. He huffed and you could tell he held back rolling his eyes. You sent him an unamused look. “Perhaps focus on your training first, then we can discuss it.” He perked up, and you decided it was best to start to walk off before he can try and talk to you about his movie shenanigans again.

“Really!?”

It was another sleepless night.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the side of the mattress as you sat up. Perhaps you should stop trying to take naps and fight through the sleepiness so you can actually sleep at night for once. You sigh as you slump over, rubbing your eyes.

You should go outside, maybe do something productive. It’s been a few days in a row of this, you had to try something.

Not knowing exactly what to do, you followed your sense of wanderlust. You left your room, down the halls and out the building. From there, you left and found yourself standing at the entrance of the Fire Temple. You hesitated as you stepped out onto the dirt path, hearing the rocks crunch beneath your feet.

You’ve never left in the middle of the night.

It’s not like you had a curfew, or that you had any promise to stay inside the Fire Temple at night. Far from it, you remembered how Liu Kang told you that you were allowed to come and go as you pleased. That was long ago. You never thought much of his words, thinking you would never stray far.

You wouldn’t, but you figured there was no harm in going and walking off your restless energy instead of staying cooped up within the Fire Temple.

With a burst of anxiety and what you could barely consider courage, you walked on. You followed what felt like an invisible trail, until you found yourself standing in front of the Wu Shi academy.

Strange, but you supposed maybe you could train. Walking carefully into the academy, you made sure to be quiet, as to not disturb the monks with any noise near their sleeping quarters. You found yourself making your way towards the training grounds where you were surprised to hear the faint noise of training.

Transforming your ears into bat ears, you tried to hone in on the sounds. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stood still, trying to make sure the person was not a threat, and if you could recognize them. You blinked as you suddenly came to a realization.

You walked quietly, making sure to follow the lessons Madam Bo and Bi-Han had pushed onto you to remain quiet and stealthy. Be stealthful as the night, and as deadly as the dawn. You peered from around a pillar, and spotted the person standing there alone, and you confirmed your suspicions.

It was Raiden.

You watched for a few minutes, changing your eyes to those of owl eyes to see better in the dark, to better observe. He was going over the basics, ever diligently. You pursed your lips, raising an eyebrow. You had thought he had been more…feeble, being more reserved than Kung Lao. And yet, he was here, training in the dead of night.

What a peculiar man.

After a few more minutes, you watched as he made a critical error in his form. He didn’t seem to notice, and you sighed. He kept on training, repeating the error. You cringed. That was going to form a nasty habit, and if you were to be the mentor Liu Kang trusted you to be, you couldn’t let that happen.

Moving out of position, you slinked closer towards him, stopping to lean against a pillar that was only a few feet away from him. You changed your eyes back, letting your eyesight return back to normal. You felt the all too familiar feeling of the headache return, and you grimaced.

Your memories for Raiden were confusing. He was like a completely different man in almost every way. If your memories didn’t trigger in such specific ways, you wouldn’t believe the man that appeared in your head was the same one that was training in front of you.

Maybe because he wasn’t the same man.

“You’re doing it wrong.” You spoke, your voice ringing clear in the quiet courtyard. You watched as Raiden jolted from surprise, stumbling as he whirled around in a fighting stance to face you. You smiled at him as you held your hands up. “Relax, Raiden.” You said softly, to try and calm him down from the sudden shock.

“Why are you…?” Raiden began, eyes wide in confusion as he stared at you, not processing the situation quickly. He swallowed as he tilted his head, mouth open as he tried to muster up the words to speak. You brushed off his confusion, gesturing to his stance. 

“Your form was off.” You comment, gesturing to his body and pointing towards where he exactly had been incorrect. “You were practicing with it being wrong. That’ll be bad practice for you.” You point out. You watched as he tried to correct his form, and you hummed, gesturing to instruct him on how to fix it. As he finally shifted back into a proper stance, you nodded. “Better.”

“Um…thank you.” The farmer boy said, his awkward feeling at the situation obvious. Not only did it show on his body language, but it was shown plainly on his face. You had a feeling this man couldn’t obscure his feelings for the life of him. 

It was good to be honest, but you were worried it might work against him.

“I have trouble sleeping at night.” You explained, crossing your arms as you sighed. Your eyes looked down at the ground as you noted how the moonlight fell and illuminated the area around you two. “I decided to go on a walk and wound up here. I thought it might be nice to try and train, then I saw you out here.” You looked up, and gestured to him.

“Oh.” Raiden said after a few moments of silence. His face flushed as he put two and two together that you were asking for him to explain why he was there too. “I…uh, couldn’t sleep.” He admitted, looking down to the ground in defeat. “It’s different here than in Fengjian.” 

Ah. Homesickness.

“I see, so you decided to try and train and work off your restlessness?” You inquired, tilting your head as you tried to gauge his reaction. He paused, considering your words for a moment, before nodding hesitantly.

“A bit.” He said, nodding his head. “But I was also thinking about our sparring today.” The farmer admitted. You blinked in surprise, and nodded, wanting him to go on. “I just wanted to go over what the monks taught us today, so next time I would fare better against you.” 

How humble and sweet.

“While I admire your determination, there’s two problems.” You said as you kicked off the pillar you had been leaning against. You strode over to stand closer to Raiden, gesturing to him. “One, you must be diligent in your forms. Practice without purpose only builds bad habits.” He nodded eagerly, seeming to take your words seriously. “Second, there is a thing such as over practicing.” 

“I see.” Raiden said, letting your words sink in as he nodded. He stared at you with a mixture of admiration and attentiveness, and you smiled. Quickly, he bowed in appreciation. “I’ll keep this in mind, thank you.”

“No problem, what kind of mentor would I be if I let you practice such horrible habits?” You inquired, crossing your arms. You observed the man a few moments more, and you sensed that neither one of you were quite tired enough to go to bed. “I have a feeling neither one of us is ready to sleep, would you like me to run you through the forms again?”

“Yes please!”

Maybe you were cut out for this after all.

part five

[celayawitcher]

Celaya's head bowed; they had each other, yes, though as the years carried on, the alchemy in her veins would prove lethal. She wondered how much time she truly had. Celaya had spent so long within this realm wreaking havoc and causing cruelties, she was unsure if they could be undone in the scant amount of time she'd had left, but the most the witcher could do was try. Follow the oath of the celestial blood within, prove that being a witcher did not have to be so full of dread and despair. She momentarily squeezed Ingrid a little tighter, smiling sadly, "Yes, we'll have each other through this and through the next trouble that comes our way."

end.

“I have heard the same.” But blaming their woes on fate was unfair as the one thing they could control was how they reacted to fates cruelties. “At least we have eachother.” She wasn’t sure how far she could make it without Celaya, the other had become something of a support structure even though she was meant to be her squire. “You could be right Celaya, he could be out there watching us, protecting us. I could be wrong… I have been so before.” Celeya had proven her wrong she wouldn’t be surprised if the other proved her wrong het again.

[fiuworks]

hellooooo audience of mine

I finished MAGSEV003 and started working on MAGSEV 004: O Captain, My Captain, which has been fun but I leave for vacation in a few days so my progress is slow but I might get it finished tonight! this is a snippet from 004 :3 I’ve been scratching out plot details in my sketchbook and it seems like s1 is gonna be between 10-15 eps (more likely 10 i just underestimate my potential for filler sometimes so once I finish MAGSEV 005 I might start dropping them just to motivate content creation? also bc I’m excited…

as per the poll I put out it looks like u guys want a seperate blog which works for me bc I like having a central hub for my projects! I’ll work on the visuals for that so hang in there! big things coming! just need to conquer airport security first….

[lumikinetics]

#LUMIKINETICS!    sporadic   writing activity   &   mutuals-only   portrayal   of   jubilation   lee   (   jubilee   )   from   marvel   comics.    primarily   616-based   with   the   rare   pull   from   other   medias.    study + headcanon based by and large. by sara, 26 + she / her. please read guidelines beneath the cut before interacting!! 🧡

*KMTRPG   +   all   of   gully's   blogs. + LAURA KINNEY . + *TABITHA SMITH. + KITTY PRYDE. + PETER PARKER. + ZORA ANDREWS. + BEN REILLY. + ROGUE. + LOGAN HOWLETT. + PETER QUILL. + ILLYANA RASPUTINA.

prompts.   +   edits.   +   metas +  interactions + headcanons & general yapping.

club   classics   playlist   +   introspection   playlist   +   pinboard   +   sideblog.

GUIDELINES.

001.   just   be   normal!   usual   etiquette   applies.   don't   rush   me,   don't   poke   &   prod,   try   to   keep   unhelpful   godmodding   to   a   minimum,   etc. i don't really care for drama + callouts. if i deem somebody gross, i'll likely just block and move on. however, some things do call for awareness and those will be reblogged — very rare, i curate my space for my comfort.

 — dni:   minors   (under   18, strongly prefer 21+),   people   who   use   /   encourage   ai   /   repost   art,   people   who   write   d*b/n*ncon,   are   any   of   the   phobes   or   ists.   that's   a   block   on   sight.  

002.   interaction   is   welcome   so   long   as   we're   mutuals ( i follow you, you follow me).   inbox   prompts   are   always   open   &   unprompted   starters   /   asks   are   totally   fine!   these   are   usually   the   best   way   to   start   interactions   with   me   &   you're   always   welcome   to   continue   them   into   threads! replies   to   threads   are   usually   slower   than   to   other   forms   of   interaction   but   just   be   patient,   they'll   come!  

003.   i'm   a   bit   of   a   rambler   and   that   carries   into   my   replies   which   means   they   tend   to   get   long   (   2-3   paragraphs   minimum).   with   that   being   said:   i   never   expect   my   partner   to   match   length   or   format.   write   whatever   you're   happy   with,   i'll   never   take   it   as   a   slight.   i   use   small + large   text   with   some   colored   text.   if   you   need   anything   at   all   changed   for   readability   let   me   know! 

 004.   i   do   practice   mains/exclusives/affiliates.   mains   are   people   that'll   likely   get   priority   in   reply   speed,   exclusives   are   the   only   version   of   that   muse   i'll   interact   with,   and   affiliates (* indicating affiliates )  are   muses   that   are   heavily   tied   into   my   portrayal   of   jubilee and   if   said   muse   comes   up   in   a   separate   thread,   it   is   referring   to   that   specific   variant   of   them.  

005.   love   plotting   but   wouldn't   call   it   a   must   for   us   to   begin   interacting!      however,   i   think   that   plots   do   make   for   more   interesting   dynamics   and   i'll   usually   approach   people   eventually   to   chat   about   muses   in   more   depth.  

006.    this   blog   will   deal   with   themes   already   present   in   the   comics!   anything   triggering   will   be   tagged   appropriately   using   the   format   'trigger   cw   /'.   if   there's   something   specific   you   need   tagged   just   drop   a   message   in   &   i'll   account   for   it! 

— general   trigger   warnings   for:   canon-typical   violence, death, cannibalism of the vampiric variety.     

007. i'm still reading through all of jubilee's content. there's so much. when i get something wrong don't even mind that i'm doing my best. 

— recommended reading for my portrayal: some general vampire yapping. rip jubes parents. 

008. i don't mind duplicates!! i think they're fun and i'm just chilling. i believe that people can draw the same conclusions from reading the same content, but if i get a weird vibe like it's a little more than that going on, i'll just sb and move on.

credits. psd creds to waatsoned. all graphics are made by myself unless stated otherwise; if i make something that features your muse, you're welcome to rb it! doesn't bother me. 👍 blogroll: cassie. jitter.

DOSSIER.

— general.

FULL   NAME.       jubilation   lee.  ALSO   KNOWN   AS.       jubilee,   jubes,   wondra,   firecracker.  DATE   OF   BIRTH.     01   /   18.  AGE.       early-twenties.   GENDER.     cisfemale   PRONOUNS.     she/her,  but   she's   not   overly   sensitive   if   anything   other   is   used.   ORIENTATION.       pansexual  OCCUPATION.       adventurer   /   educator.   SPECIES.       mutant,   vampire ( timeline   dependent ).

— background.

BIRTHPLACE.     beverly   hills,   california   CURRENT   HOME.       krakoa ( verses where it still stands lmao ), new orleans, louisiana ( x-men work ), beverly hills, california ( vacayyy )  LANGUAGE(S).   english   PARENTS. zhan   lee   ( father, deceased ),   jingyi   lee   (   mother, deceased   )   SIBLINGS.       n/a   OTHER   FAMILY   MEMBERS.  shogo   lee   ( adopted son ),   hope   lee   ( aunt )   AFFILIATION.    x-men ( louisiana team ), the forgiven.

— appearance.

HAIR.       black,   kept short.   EYES.       brown  HEIGHT.     5'5" ( 163 cm. )   DOMINANT   HAND.       right   SCARS.       jubilee   doesn't   have   much   in   the   way   of   scars;  just   the   two   puncture   ones   on   the   side   of   her   neck   from   being   bitten.  TATTOO(S).     up   for   speculation —  she   won't   tell   and   neither  will  i.  PIERCINGS.     jubilee   has   both  ears   pierced and usually has either a pair of 'x' hoop earrings in, or a hoop with a horizontal line through the middle printed with 'jubilee'.  OTHER   REMARKABLE   FEATURES. think   bright,   think   vibrant.   it's   her  whole vibe. her teeth never fully dulled down after being cured of the vampirism. 

— mental.

i portray jubilee as having adhd. she also canonically suffers from dyscalculia ( an impairment in comprehending math and numbers, she has great difficulty performing mathematical calculations in her head, and struggles even when writing them down on paper)

POWERS BREAKDOWN.

lumikinetic explosive light blasting: jubilee possesses the mutant ability to generate what she calls “fireworks” (also known as energy plasmoids or lumikinetic explosive light blasts). these are essentially globules of energy that vary in power and intensity. the explosions can result in anything from a multitude of colorful sparkles, capable of temporarily blinding a person, to a fairly powerful detonation capable of smashing tree trunks or metal objects. jubilee can also absorb the generated fireworks back into her own body without harm. her eyes, however, are as sensitive as anybody else's — hence, the sunglasses.

atomic blast: jubilee has the potential to detonate matter at a sub-atomic level. she was able to do so safely while in space on the collector's ship. the use of power making her body translucent except for her skeleton, she generated a massive explosion that completely obliterated the vessel and was bright enough to be seen from earth, the explosion having blasted away all hair on her body in addition to her clothes. 

under the radar: jubilee possesses natural psi shields, which make her thoughts "slippery," and render her invisible to telepaths who didn't know precisely what to look for.

— PREVIOUS   /   VAMPIRE.

jubilee   only   has   these   when  writing   during   specific   timeframes   in  her   life: superhuman strength, superhuman speed, immortality, enhanced senses, fangs, mist mimicry, retrocognition

[doomcdtofatc]

001. my activity depends very heavily on what's happening in my real life. I'll be around all day sometimes, and not at all others. please be patient, and do not rush me. i'm here to have fun, not stress. if you push or rush me for a reply, chances are I'll probably just hardblock you.

002. this blog is set heavily during the dsmp timeline, however, as my muse list goes beyond that, I'm also open to writing qsmp and trsmp. as well as some osmp thoughts. I'm not as familiar with other smps, but I'm open for crossovers and testing the waters on interactions.

003. we do not consider or condone the actions of cc!s here, and I certainly am not going to tolerate shit being started over writing fictional characters interacting with other fictional characters.also, I'm writing characters, not the content creators. I do not care about cc! boundaries, either. these are fictional blorbos I will spin around.(we stan c! not cc! here, thanks)

004. there's a slight difference in my muses availability, but if I've built up a rapport with someone, you're generally free to request anyone. some others i'm less confident in I might ask we talk about for a minute. (this DOES NOT, however, include asking headcanons and characterization asks!)

005. shipping [ ... ] as it stands, I'm so open to shipping. Based on minimal interaction or just vibes alone. i'm very aroace so i may not think about shipping immediately but if you want some ships, lmk. i don't ship with minors, but adults are free to dm me or just drop something. (additionally, no characters that were played by minors will be shipped with characters who were played by adults. so dsmp tubbo will not be shipped with an adult, but qsmp tubbo, with cc!tubbo having been an adult, can be shipped with any adult.)

006. i'm a big fan of horror and writing anything terrifying with me will get you on my good side so fast. i'm also a long time dungeon master and would love to set up plots and sort of DM an rp. i also enjoy DMing an rp for small groups if you need someone to help string a plot together.

007. the mun is in their 20s, so 18+ discussion and mention (or asks) is fine. it will be hidden under keep reading, and I will tag it accordingly. (if you're a minor, do not ask or send explicit things, you will be blocked on sight. i'm not going to jail for the bit.)

008. themes of dddne content, however I will tag and hide these things accordingly. drugs, alcohol, abuse, trauma, mentions/acts of slavery, religion, etc will be present. anything within the dsmp will be shown here and I'll dive into it headfirst. please expect heavier content, and if that's something your nervous about, feel free to dm me about it.

009. all this being said, do not expect my characters to act one way or the other. I write them as I see fit (which is mostly HEAVILY headcanon based), and if you have a problem with how I write them, or want a specific interaction to go a certain way, please reach out in dms! no matter what please don't assume ill intent without us talking about it!

010. on asks - any ask I post can be turned into a thread. likewise, I may not always turn asks I send to people into threads. sometimes the muse just isn't there for that particular post, and it's really nothing more than that. additionally, I hold the right to delete asks that I don't know how to reply to, or just simply don't think I'll get to.[ you can find my memes here , and should likely follow this blog as well to keep up to date with prompts I post, aesthetics (I post paired ones for ships), and for anything else that I throw over there to keep this blog centric around threads and asks. ]

011. I prioritize dynamics and interactions from people who I interact and built rapport with. I cultivate my space to match what works for me and I won't feel guilty about that. therefore, if you'd really like to engage or write with me, feel free to jump into my dms and engage with me, and we'll go from there <3

shoutout to cancnfcdder for helping me get my act together. thanks darling

[adrianvoll]

There had been so much he'd wanted to tell Juneau about the Road, but then they were both captured and stuck within here before the witch had a chance to do so. What she spoke of, it was vastly different but still similar enough to strike a thought within Adrian. "Someone I know, they were a genasi but their magic was changed... no longer corrupted with the Dark's influence. They didn't have to die for it but," Adrian frowned, he wasn't sure what this all could mean and he was certainly invested when it came to the knife with runes. "There are clearly things in the beyond we don't entirely understand yet." Whatever this was, Juneau deserved it above all else, though there was this heaviness in his heart knowing that she had to have died for such transformation to be granted.

Adrian offered a weak smile at her clarification, nodding, "Maybe there are others out there we can talk to about this, but that's only if you want to. For now, we have to focus on getting back to land first."

Juneau nodded as he repeated her words, though how to clarify on her point eluded her. It had been difficult enough to put it into words at all. Adrian deserved to know, as someone who she cared about and as someone who had always cared for her. But how all of this had come to be was as elusive to Juneau as it was to him.

“A woman came to me, Elvhen, and it was like the world didn’t see her. She gave me choices, each ending in death but all different in between, and she had a knife–a strange one with runes.” She was doing the best she could, and cursed herself internally that she did not know the runic language and had not been in the proper headspace to memorize the look of the markings. Juneau was not the only Vuldak, nor were Vuldaks the only creatures that forfeited their souls to the Dark One willingly or not. And all creatures that were within the Dark One’s domain suffered for it. She was not equipped to help them as she had been helped herself.

Juneau listened to Adrian’s hypothesis, and her next statement spoke plainly of the disconnect she had so often felt from her body for the last year, since it had been warped into the vessel of a Blighted wolf. “I think so? There is a pulse. But I think there’s a soul, too.” 

[lgcnathan]

q2 2024 plot call ! my trimester tracker can be found in my pinned 📌 post, but please like or reply if you'd be interested in plotting/threading together this trimester ! under the cut are also my old threads from last trimester, with updated statuses.

untitled (004) with @lgcparker – down to continue!

untitled (001) with @iseullgc – will be dropping!

[kyotoseance]

❝Why can't you learn to show some RESPECT ?!❞

Indie & canon portrayal of Jujutsu Kaisen's Iori Utahime ! (graphic made by @/sleeepyresources & divider made by @/enchanthings)

Lit/Desc ! Slightly selective ! Open to interactions through ask box, DMs, & tagged posts !

Minors & ageless blogs PLEASE stay away !

Penned by Shiori — ☆ — she/her — twenty two ! ☆ — rules && warnings the cut ! —⋆˚꩜｡

carrd. (will be making a new one centered around this account soon !)

✩♬ ₊˚. NEW ! : — headcanons ⸝⸝⸝ nsfw headcanons (+18 ONLY)

000. ── .✦ Warnings — This blog is SFW/NSFW & may contain 18+ content such as dead dove, blood, gore, etc. it may be present depending on the plot ! Smut and ship friendly! writer is 21+ and okay with dark content!

001. ── .✦ Account Rules — I will NOT interact with underage blogs! If you're underage and try to interact with me, it will result in an automatic block! Please, please PLEASE do not lie about your age! That's creepy and uncomfortable!

002. ── .✦ Writing Rules — Please be vocal about your preferences, things you'd like to avoid, etc! Roleplaying is a two person activity and I would hate to feel like my partner is holding back on what they would like to do! Writing shouldn't feel like a chore, it's meant to be enjoyable for the both of us! With that being said, please don't drop unmentioned things into the plot without talking about it beforehand! I'm just only person so please don't spam for a reply! I can & will reply as fast as I can! I'm open to lots of ideas! I'm active on tumblr (this is my second blog ! ) and other social medias! (X/Twt rp acc is in the works maybe possibly ! ) I also have a discord feel free to ask although I would prefer to get to know whoever I'm writing with a bit better before handing out my discord !

003. ── .✦ NSFW Rules — I'm totally fine with smut! As long as there's a plot behind it and not just some mindless pwp (porn without plot)! I prefer to have chemistry leading into smut or else it feels like it's lacking/dry, etc and I'd hate for us to be bored/having an empty void of a roleplay going on! If you have any specific boundaries, triggers, things you'd like to avoid please let me know and I'll be happy to accommodate!

004. ── .✦ Shipping rules — I don't mind shipping with other characters (canon or oc), please absolutely NO minor/underage characters. Muse and writer are both adults and I want the ships to stay between adult characters! I do have specific ships I enjoy—gojohime being one of them; however, I'm opening to shipping Utahime with other characters, I love interesting interactions!

© 2025 kyotoseance please do not try to steal the work i put into the independent aspect of this canon character, any theories that someone has come up with involving this character will be credited & linked accordingly I love reading peoples theories and intertwining them with my own ideas as well! indie navigation coming soon!

[allsmilesttv]

A SOUL FULL OF SUNLIGHT — an independent, private, & mutually exclusive blog for my original character, miles capello. miles is a full - time twitch streamer known most prominently for his love of nintendo & legos & his bright, ever present smile. please do not steal any material on this blog. triggering content will be present, proceed with caution. no minors or personal blogs. created & cherished by bee, he/him, 26.

BLOGROLL: @canniblood (heretic oc), @racointeur (multi)

001. this is an independent & mutuals only blog for my original character. triggering & nsfw content may be present & i will do my best to tag accordingly. i will not write anything involving incest/stepcest or sexual assault.

002. if you are under the age of twenty-one, please do not interact or add me on discord. no exceptions.

003. i do best with plotted threads or at least establishing a general connection for our muses before we begin writing. my inbox is always open for plotting purposes & feel free to send me any & all memes that i repost. this is truly the easiest way to get things going with me. my muse does tend to come & go, so please don't take it personal if i happen to drop a thread. i am always more than happy to have multiple going at once or start something new.

004. please keep in mind that miles is transgender. i've had uncomfortable experiences in the past where people have not respected this part of his character. please feel free to ask me any questions if any happen to arise, i will never be offended. i am also not interested in writing with blogs that are solely cishet muses.

005. most of my content here will be iconless as i prefer to focus on my writing rather than the aesthetics. small text does make my eyes hurt a bit, but i can manage if you prefer small text. i do not care how you format your posts and never feel inclined to match my length! i only ask that you give me something to work with for my replies.

006. basic roleplay etiquette applies. don't godmod, don't steal, etc. i reserve the right to soft block as i see fit. hate of any kind will not be tolerated on this blog & i will block if you bring it onto my dash. do not rush me for replies.

007. my name is bee, he/him pronouns, 26 years old. i do work a full-time job so my activity will be very sporadic & i will be here as the muse allows. mutuals can ask for my discord!