#☾ out of character ┊ starter call.

[flamebearer]

possibly will have some time to do some !!!!!!!!! tho i may be selective to ease my way in..i Have some old threads id like to reply to despite them being moooooooonths old!! but id like to interact with others. perhaps plot smth??

[curmoritor]

Like this for a short starter! Specify muse if you are a multimuse!

[nklsdttr]

let me use my queen of nola verse pls

[nightsung]

STARTER CALL.   hit the heart and specify muse for a starter!

film muses    |    television muses    |    video game muses    |     musical theater muses    |    star trek muses   |    main muses

[llewellagwyn]

tag drop !!

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  out of character. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  save. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  promotions. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  dash commentary. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  dash games. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  out of character. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  starter call. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  psa. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  self promotion. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  mun’s art. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  answered. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  prompts. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  wishlist. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  sunday funday!! 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  queue. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  edits. 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  open . 

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  ic .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  wardrobe .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  vis .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  isms .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  aes .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  bardic inspiration .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖🗡️ ‧₊˚ ִ☾ .]  —  hc .

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖❝ 𝔯𝔢𝔩 ♡ . ❞‧₊˚ ִ☾ . ]  —  l & l .

[bleedsmoon]

tags 003

[mapdrawn]

me, hitting shuffle : this song is still on my playlist?????

[hcmxra]

tag dump time les go

[moonspriest]

tag dump

☾ ┆ out of character. ﹚

☾ ┆ in character. ﹚

☾ ┆ aesthetics / marc. ﹚

☾ ┆ aesthetics / jake. ﹚

☾ ┆ aesthetics / steven. ﹚

☾ ┆ answered. ﹚

☾ ┆ starter call. ﹚

��� ┆ ask meme. ﹚

☾ ┆ headcanon. ﹚

☾ ┆ musings / marc. ﹚

☾ ┆ musings / jake. ﹚

☾ ┆ musings / steven. ﹚

☾ ┆ self promo. ﹚

☾ ┆ promos. ﹚

☾ ┆ visage / moon knight. ﹚

☾ ┆ visage / marc. ﹚

☾ ┆ visage / jake. ﹚

☾ ┆ visage / steven. ﹚

[valentinaancunin]

So hey I finally finished that story, I hope people enjoy it. Be mindful that I am NOT a writer but I'm proud of this story. THIS CONTENT IS MATURE, CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, CHILD LOSS, AND GORE

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Background information on the future reading material

Hello! This is going to be some background on why I’m writing this, what inspired me, and how this is going to be portrayed. For starters, this is going to be a sort of fan fiction/character origin story prior to the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, a game inspired by D&D with roleplaying aspects and turn-based fighting. The character I am writing about is Theresa “Onyx'' Blackhand. Onyx hails from the colder northern region, Icewind Dale. She lived in a small rural area called Aneira with her adoptive brother, Tanith, and her mother, Eulalie. The year is 1490, two years before the events of Baulder’s Gate 3, and it is set in the height of winter, a rather awful blizzard is running its course through the town and our adventurer is going to see the apex of nature's wrath. This story is going to be told in the eyes of our main character, of course.

Some background on me, the writer (who isn’t the best at writing). My name is Ava but I go by Valentina online and I am an artist and dungeon master! D&D has inspired a lot of what I do and the media/games I play, and in general, has changed my life for the betterment of my creativity. The Baldur’s Gate community has given me so many amazing artists, writers, and players to be inspired by, not to mention the writers and actors who are in the game itself. I wouldn’t be where I am today without the inspiration of others, friends, and partners who encouraged me to pursue my passions of the fantasy and D&D worlds I’ve created. This is a test and dedication to the many more worlds, characters, and friends I’ll make along the way through shared interests. I thank you, dear reader, for taking the time to read my rambling and indulge in one of my favorite characters I have come up with, background, gameplay, and story wise. 

Winter, 1490; A Warm Welcome

Howling, freezing wind cuts through me like a blade, cutting right through the layers of wool and hide I wear out in this tundra. My face is burning, hair covered in a thick coating of ice, sticking to my scalp and face like tree sap.

“Is this the clearing Tanith was talking about? This is awfully deep in these woods…” I said to myself, wondering how he could navigate through this storm. This winter has been worse than in seventy years, he shouldn’t be outside now anyways. Mother is getting worried sick about him. This is the third time this week I’ve had to dig him out of trouble, little wriggly worm he is. “Tanith? Tanith! Where are you? It’s too late to be outside, the storm gets worse at night!” I yelled out into the clearing, but my words were quickly snuffed out by the wind once again. Just as I was about to give up and find help, torch light shines through the clearing, Tanith standing there with that slimy grin on his face.

“I knew you would find me! Now c’mon, there’s something I want to show you!” he shouts as he darts off into the tundra again. I chase after him despite my skeleton shaking in this cold. Why is winter so brutal this year? Mother and Tanith have been acting strangely as of late. My heart is racing, where is he leading me? We finally stop running as we reach the top of a cliff, surprisingly high above the city below. The lights are mesmerizing, staring down into the flurry of snow and ice almost seems magical beneath the tons of houses and factories brimming with life. 

“You know, I’m glad you dragged me out here. This is a wonderful sight to see” saying as I grab him into a side hug, holding him tightly for warmth and security. 

“You really need to stop going out at odd hours of the night, Mother is getting worried sick about your habits as of late”

“I know she is but I’m restless! Being inside all day is no fun, and I can’t see friends through all of this snow! I can’t wait for winter to end” Tanith says in an unhappy huff, burying his face into my coat. There’s a certain unease in the air tonight when the wind stops blowing, it slowly wraps my heart in black tendrils and brings sweat to my brow. 

“I know, I can’t either. Say, how about we go back home now? There’s still some sweet rolls left over.”

“There are? You didn’t eat them all?” 

“Not yet!” I say, darting off in the direction we came, Tanith close behind. He passes me in just a few strides, the speedy bastard. He has always been fast, no matter if he’s carrying heavy wood or our mountain of a dog. We finally reach the back door of our cabin and burst in, letting out a sigh of relief as we feel the warmth of the fire seeping throughout the house. Mother is sitting by the fire, we startled her by bursting into the door unannounced.

“There you two are, I was getting worried sick! You look positively dreadful Theresa, sit by the fire.” Mother says, wrapping a wool shawl over my shoulders and gesturing towards the large wooden chair. Tanith joins me shortly, bringing a tray of sweet rolls with him. His eyes are glistening but something is missing, his usual spark of joy is no longer there. There’s something he isn’t telling me.

A dreadful proposal

We all retired for the night but I can’t sleep, my head is spinning and my heart is racing. Were the sweet rolls bad? Was I out in the cold too long? I can’t be sure, but time is at a standstill and I am tossing like mad. Minutes felt like hours but before I knew it, our front door swung open. Mother and Tanith weren’t awake, so it must have been the wind. I got up in a dizzying state and stumbled out of my room to close the door when I saw this man standing in the door frame, almost filling it out, the light from the fire making his features positively grim. His stature was sunken although he was built to the nines, his face looked like a husk of a man, his arms, big and dead, like a once mighty oak tree taken by rot and decay. Is this man undead?

He stood in pure silence as he took a step into my home, halfway to me already with his long stride, and stopped mere inches from me. I can see the whites of his eyes, or what would be white if they weren’t bloodshot and glassy. Finally seeing his face in the light, he was covered in blood. I tried to gain my composure quickly and grab something, anything, to hit him with, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and knocked me out cold. The next few hours I would fade in and out of consciousness, seeing snow pass underneath me, then cobble, finally back to snow. I have no idea where I’m going. I’m worried about my family. What has he done to them? Are they even alive? My head is pulsing with pain and heat, a roaring heat as if I were in the depths of Avernus. We were going uphill on rocky terrain, the dense wood of a carriage underneath me hits my bones with each bump like stone.

After almost a day had passed, I awoke in a chair, bound at my wrists and my ankles tied to each leg. Why am I receiving this punishment? Did I see something I wasn’t supposed to see looking over that cliff? I let the memory flood my mind and I couldn’t see anything but snow blowing across my vision and the twinkling of the lanterns below. Looking around the room, it’s more like a cell. A singular bed roll laid in a dark corner, a wash basin, and an old door, about to fall off its hinges if it took a single blow. The air is rather humid, thick with the smell of iron and wet stone. I look at my restraints and they seem simple to break out of, too simple, in fact. Just as I try to move towards a wall, someone walks into the cell. It’s the same man as before, but now I can see his face. Dirty brown hair, gray eyes that hold no glint of light in them, and a rather large nose, badly patched up after a break. His face screams a hard, tortured life. 

Before I know it, he strides over and unties my restraints, grabs my arm tightly, and makes me stand. I tried to land a blow with my other arm, but he grabbed my fist in an instant.

“Who are you?! What have you done with my family?” I shouted, looking over this shell of a man. His body ached and creaked like an old house, and I can see the outline of his muscle and bone on every part of exposed skin.

“Mustn't talk, the Lord is waiting” he said with a deep voice, almost vibrating the air around him. There was something otherworldly about him. Is this the work of a necromancer? “He needs to see you. Your family is waiting.” he leans in, and whispers ever so softly “I don’t want to have to hurt you again, the Lord is making me hunt others for his game of cat and mouse.” His eyes finally have life to them, wet pearls of sadness and regret. His breath smelled of rot, his hair was as stiff as straw. How many others did he bring to this “Lord” he spoke of? What is going to happen to me? 

With my arm still held by this undead husk, we walked a short distance to an audience hall. Decorated lavishly with gold and marble, red carpets, dark wooden chairs and tables, and statues of hardly clothed men and women, all eyeing a chair in the center of the room. I see them, my family, finally after what felt like an eternity. The stranger lets my arm free and I rush over to where they stand, clinging onto both my brother and mother so tight.

“Tanith… Aneira, I never thought I would see you again, where are we?” I glance above Mother’s head and see the snow building up through an unreasonably large window. The day is bright, almost blinding against the snow. I’m in familiar territory, thankfully.

“Theresa I hadn’t a clue where you were! I awoke to such an awful sound when those men came in and grabbed Tanith and I. My heart felt like it was leaping out of my chest. At least we have you now, my love.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Just as this sweet moment couldn’t get any better, the double doors at the end of the audience room open, creaking and moaning with every movement. 

“Ahh, these are our most esteemed guests then, hm? I was expecting more… hardened looking people for being a family of lumberjacks, afterall. My name is Lord Ransley, it is a pleasure to meet you." The man spoke, confident, dominant, and radiant. He was eyeing me curiously, looking for something within my appearance that I hadn’t a clue what he wanted to see. He carried a tome on his hip, lined in gold and the cover had a yawning mouth with a purple gem shoved into the center. This has to be the necromancer of the house, and apparently the Lord as well. Looking around again, the unseen halves of the statues were all bone and muscle remnants, real muscle and bone. The room stunk of decay and humid bodies. “You are rather extraordinary, you know? A half-elf with such muscle definition, tall stature, and eyes that hold the world within them…” Ransley says again, walking around me like a curious dog, grazing his hand over my biceps and back. I shift away from his touch, feeling a rush of cold go down my spine. He grabs a lock of my hair and shudders, as if he’s enjoying himself, pleasuring himself to my physique. 

“What exactly are you looking for in me, your lordship,” I said harshly “and why knock out and kidnap my family, bring them to an unknown house, and gawk at them? Is this for your own sick pleasure?” I spat, locking eyes with this short statured freak.

“Ohh, feisty are we? Fret not, my large friend, I will answer your questions after you answer one of mine. Then you and your family will be able to go back home and live your lives as they were.”

He paces around me, studying my figure until he gets right in front of me and asks “Your father had something of mine that he stole, and gave it to you. That large steel amulet you wear, it belongs to me. I know what power it contains, and I know that you can’t live without it. How does having cold lungs feel, little love? If you give me back that necklace, I may just help you with your affliction, but if not… Well, your family is not going anywhere.” Little Love. The nickname dad gave to me. Hearing the words was like a sharp puncture in my diaphragm. 

How does he know about my lungs? I’ve had this affliction ever since I was young, I caught a cold and since then I have had an icy cold breath that can freeze anything it touches. This amulet is the one thing that keeps me able to keep breathing without freezing the world around me. I can’t risk letting this go, even if it is Ransley’s. I have to figure out a way out of this house with my family. Ransley slips a hand to my neck and pulls the necklace out from under my collar, eyeing it lovingly. His breath is hot on my skin as he puts his lips to my ear and whispers “We can accomplish so much together, little love.”

“You want me to give up the thing that makes me able to breathe normally? Do you want your house to be in icy ruin?” I say, my anger rising with each touch and word he says.

“No, my dear, it would be a shame to see my lovely home go down. Are you really not going to give me back my possessions?” he says, taking a stride towards my family “Pity… I thought you would be smarter than this.” He walks up to Tanith, who is as white as snow, and puts a hand under his chin, studying his features.

“If you have a quarrel with me, then keep me here. My family doesn’t need to be a part of this. They never were in the first place.”

Aneira and Tanith are humans, they have lived only a fraction of the life I have lived. They deserve to live their lives to the fullest, I fear that Ransley is planning something drastic.

“Fine, if you will not give me that amulet, I will take it off of your corpse. You will make a fine addition to the many beautiful faces I have in my war room” he says, as he turns away to grab a sword displayed on a plaque behind a large chair. He touches the blade, running his fingers along the edge in ecstacy, as if he’s going to enjoy hurting me. Looking around the room, there are two guards. Easy targets, they aren’t as strong as me and they can barely hold the hammers they’re equipped with I think to myself. How are Aneira and Tanith going to escape? The double doors Ransley had previously pranced through is the only way out. I give each of them a shove. “Aneira, Tanith, run!!” I shout at them, darting for the hammer a guard is equipped with, knocking him on the floor with one shoulder charge. He falls to the floor, the flesh under his armor breaks off in chunks and his bones shatter once they hit the ground. More undead. Turning to face Ransley, he is running towards me, sword pointed towards me. I thrust my hammer and knock his sword off its course, and take a swing at him. I hear bones crack, it hits, by the Gods it hits. 

After he gets his footing again, he steadies his gaze towards me, preparing for a swing. I brace and block his first blow, his arm going limp at his side. From his other sleeve, he pulls out a dagger and slices across my shoulder, a deep cut that would take a while to heal. I wince out in pain and his eyes light up like a fire. What a sick, twisted freak. With a one armed swing, I knock the dagger out of his hand and strike another blow quickly with my hammer. Something is welling up in my chest. It’s warm and radiant, I feel strength ebbing out of me.

“Listen to me, Lord, I have no clue why my father stole this amulet from you, but you aren’t getting it back. You threatened my family and my life, you have no right to hurt my family. I will end you swiftly and painfully, for you have no say in my fate!” I say, and as the words roll off my tongue, the hammer I wield is basked in a radiant light. Power. I feel power flowing through me, a divine power. Who granted me this power matters not, at this moment I have my opponent under my grip. Ransley’s arm is limp at his side, he still wields his sword in the other. He lunges at me, swinging his sword from above, I block with the handle of my hammer. Even with one arm, he is still rather strong. Taking a good look at his physique, he himself is partially undead, he has great strength but each blow he takes, he weakens. I fling him off with a side swipe and take a swing at his back, hitting his tailbone and knocking him on the floor. With one hand, I sit him forward and drop my hammer. Taking swings at him, my fists get coated in crimson. His breathing is shallow and slow, I drop him back on the floor with a loud thud and pick up the hammer. My breaths are short and icy, the coldness in my lungs is unbearable. Looking down at Ransley, I broke his nose and jaw pretty good. He won’t be standing up any time soon. His breathing is gargled and mashed, his windpipe must be broken. I need to let him suffer a slow death, choking on his blood and bile until his last breath exits his lips. 

After leaving the audience hall and taking a look around, I find Lord Ransley’s room. In my search, I found his personal journal which reads “Barnes stole the Amulet of Curse Binding from me and gave it to his sick, weak daughter. Pathetic. If she is too weak to shake an illness, she is too weak to live. I will find him one way or another, our deal isn’t finished.” Deal? What deal had my father made? Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter now. I don’t suspect that Ransley will recover from a crushed windpipe. Flipping through the journal, another entry catches my attention. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand, my bones are brittle and weak. My flesh is starting to fall off of me. Myrkul needs to hear his servant, to provide his blessing unto me.”I shudder at the thought of being an undead, having no control of the decay of your physical form while you remain conscious sounds like the ninth circle of Avernus. As I put the journal in my pack, that blinding light illuminates my vision again. A woman in white robes, with even whiter hair, stands before me. 

“Child of light, I am the spirit Evangeline. You show great power in judgment and vengeance. I have imbued you with the divine power I once had. I propose an oath to you, an Oath of Vengeance, avenge those who have fallen to dark powers and dark people, cast out evil from this world in my name and spirit, oh divine vessel. Your hammer is your oath, and your divine being is my spirit. This is my word.” 

She disappeared as soon as the last word was uttered from her mouth. Was this my purpose now? To purge the blights of evil from this world? I bolted out of the room and my head started spinning. I was too enthralled in a fight and forgot where my family had gone. Rushing through the seemingly endless halls of this house, I found more guards and the mysterious man who kidnapped us all waiting for me at the exit, my family lying on the floor. They peered up at me with glossy eyes, pleading for me to go and leave them to the guards. The mystery man tilted his head up and gave me a nod and after, he whips a sword out of his coat and stabs the guard on his left until he collapses to the ground. I take a stride and aim at the next guard rushing towards me, striking true to his jaw. It snaps in an awful, bone chilling sound and he kneels, screaming in blood coated words. With one hand, I take Tanith and the man takes Aneira.

We rush through the doors and the wind chill strikes all of us, a familiar and welcome feeling to that of the house of Ransley. Outside was still bone chilling, but it wasn’t the uneasy feeling inside that overly decorated audience hall. 

“Onyx, what happened? Why does he want your amulet? What deal was that man talking about?” Tanith said, giving me a scared look. Something about his gaze is telling, like he knows what’s about to happen.

“I don’t know, but you remember why I wear it, right?”

“Yes, it keeps the cold away from you” he said, his face easing into a soft smile, but his eyes lack any reflection. What in the hells had they done to him in the time I wasn’t there to protect him? To protect Aneira?

I take a look at Aneira and she is as white as a sheet, her eyes fixated on me. I can’t see her breath in the air, is she breathing? I let go of Tanith and grabbed her, shaking her. “Aneira? Aneira! Listen to me! Are you alright, can you hear me?”I screamed, shaking her shoulders. Her eyes are still fixated where I was standing, she’s as cold as a corpse. I look at the undead man, and he looks just the same. Snapping back at Tanith, he is starting to freeze. “Tanith! Please, no! What is happening to everyone?!” I scream, looking back at the door to see a blood stained and cripled Ransley, holding a staff covered in arctic shards. Rage is overflowing again, seeing my family frozen to the ground, my second chance at raising a child has flown out the window. I won’t let him get away with killing what I love.

“You see, Onyx, this is what happens when you don’t give me what I’m rightfully owed!” he screams, waving the staff in a circular motion with his one good arm, bringing in more snow and cold. He is surrounded in an undead green light, the work of the God of Death. I should have broken both arms. I dart out of the blast radius before he unleashes a winter like I’ve never seen. One look back where my family stood and they were gone, frozen to the land they stood on. Aneira, Tanith, and this man who helped me without even knowing who I was. Gone. A rage like no other fills my senses as I take a look at the scrawny man in the doorway, ready to cast another spell. Hammer in hand, I run over screaming and jump, hammer overhead and ready to strike down on his head. As the hit lands, divine light shines and I see the whites of his eyes gleam one last time before his skull is split in two, mashed beyond recognition. I keep whaling on him, beating his skull in until it’s a mashed pile of bone, flesh, and blood.

I fall to the ground, crying so hard that I can’t see. My tears cling to my face as they freeze in this awful weather. How did this all happen so fast? How can I go home now, with so many memories of raising Tanith and aiding Aneira through her remaining years? The remaining hope I had for a family is now gone, frozen, and it hurts like no other pain I’ve felt before. I stare at Ransley’s corpse, wondering how he found me in the first place. The staff he wields even in death, it’s cold to the touch but brimming with the Weave. It’s a very powerful item, and I’m taking it as a reminder. A heirloom of a necromancer, the undead prick who stole my life in one day.

I’m coming home

I stayed at the Ransley estate for two days after the incident, seeking and searching for who he was and why he wanted this Amulet. I found out that Evangeline was his wife, who he murdered for his own sick and twisted pleasure. He logged his thoughts after he pleasured himself to her corpse, but he never turned her into one of his thralls. She was only, what seemed to be, in her early twenties from the pictures I found that weren’t torn to shreds. In the basement of this house was where she was kept, and still remains. Her hair as white as snow and she was dressed in white robes, as I saw her in my divine vision. The ground outside is too hard to dig for a grave, so I fashioned a small circle out of wood and carved a prayer into it. Wrapping her in a burlap cloth and laying her on her back, I placed the prayer on her and took a moment of silence. I did this for those outside as well, since I can’t give them a proper burial yet. These last two days have been rather gruesome and depressing, but I need to press on. I need to go home and set out on the quest Evangeline gave me to purge the world of evil. 

I take what rations of food I can find, some clothing and furs as well, and set off back to the cabin. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too far away from this estate. I didn’t even need to make camp and I made it back by dusk. The door was still swung open from when the undead man opened it last, the common area full of snow. My mind still wanders, what was it that Tanith was hiding? Throughout the whole ordeal, he was a husk of his normal, happy self. I may never know now, now that Ransley and his guards took away that young boy who I almost considered my son. My son? He might as well have been, I was there from the moment he emerged into this world from his late mother, who I never learned of other than when she was in labor with him. Aneira, the lady of this cabin, a seamstress who took care of me when I had no place to go after father died, is a frozen corpse. She took me in and treated me like one of her own, even though her own had already gone and made lives for themselves. Oh gods, if I ever run into them, how can I tell them of her fate?

I shut the door, its hinges almost froze over in my absence. Heading to the upper portion of the cabin, I feel that grip in my chest that I felt before. This isn’t some bad dream where I’ll wake up and they will be downstairs, making a fire and telling stories. I peer into my old room, everything is just as I left it. The furs along my bed still shifted off, the small shelf filled with books and trinkets I collected out in the dense forest. I grab a few sentimental belongings, books, and more furs and stuff them into my pack. Was this the only reason I had come here? I walked my way over to Tanith’s room, his room is in pristine condition. He had always been very neat, so it’s no surprise to me. His clothes are in a neat pile on a dresser, so small. He was barely twelve years old. I searched his room, trying to keep things as they were when he left them. I found a note stashed away in a book on dreams and premonitions. When had he gotten this? He usually only read memoirs on nature and animals, he wasn’t spiritual. Well, at least I thought so. I unfold the note and it’s addressed to me. Me? How? I begin reading his sloppy handwriting, and I get my answer. He knew how he was going to end, Aneira, too. He knew I would have been given the gifts of a Paladin from Evangeline. He wrote an excerpt on how this amulet protects me from cold spells, curses of the winter, and the inability to slip on icy surfaces. “I don’t understand how, but the amulet that you wear is filled with magic from a lady with white hair who keeps me safe at night. She isn’t a goddess or a human, something in between? I think so. Well, Barnes had stolen the amulet from someone named Ransley when he found the lady with white hair stowed away in the basement. The amulet has some of her power stored in it and whoever wears it will have their sickness or weaknesses taken away. There was someone who took care of her, a tall man named Marcus. She doesn’t talk about him much, but he has gray eyes. If you’re worried about me, I’ll be with Evangeline, so I’ll still be around! I love you, Mom”

Mom. He called me mom. Fighting tears isn’t possible anymore, they stream down my face as I clutch the note in my hand. This amulet has been imbued with the power of a demigod, Evangeline. She was a demigod? Ransley had kidnapped her and made her his wife. The undead man finally has a name, Marcus. I wish I had known this sooner, or else I would have carved that into his prayer. Tanith had been visited by Evangeline many nights before we had been taken away, he told her about the events that unfolded two days ago, and that he wasn’t going to make it. No wonder he hadn’t been himself, he knew his time had come. Marcus had been a caretaker to Evangeline, and that’s why she was locked away until she perished. He had also stood up to Ransley and failed, he got turned into his own personal thrall. Ransley’s staff has the power to dominate minds in a simple flick of the wrist. I wish I had known sooner, I wish I had known what Tanith was told. I could have turned the tides in our favor, maybe even saved everyone and just killed Ransley. He was never deserving of the title of Lord anyhow, he had servants through mind control and a very strong essence of undead power through Myrkul. 

I fold the letter closed and clutch it to my chest, trying to stifle back more tears. Things could have been different if I had been awake earlier, if I had heard Aneira and Tanith walk downstairs to investigate the noises of Marcus breaking in. All of his life, I told him I was his sister. I never wanted to form an attachment like I did to my child, although she never lived long enough to see the light of day. It seems that him and I both grew that attachment towards each other, but reading “mom” at the end of that letter let's me know that I did my best for him.  What’s done is done now, I can no longer regret the past. I set down the book, and turn away from his room. Walking outside again after grabbing materials and rations, I take one last look at the cabin door, pressing my hand onto the jagged wood. As my fingertips leave the wood, I turn and make my way to Baldur’s Gate city. Neverwinter is closer, but there’s more promise for me in the great gate. This is it, this is my destiny. This is the thing I had been longing for my whole life. A purpose with true direction, no longer am I just riding the waves of fate.

Five months later

I’ve made it to Rivington, a small area just outside of the Lower City. I finally made it out of the cold and harsh winter I used to live in. The warmth of this area is unfamiliar, the many layers I wear are beginning to be too warm. I have to figure out a place to stay. 

After venturing a bit outside of Rivington, I found an abandoned shed. I set my pack down and make preparations for the night, which rolls in quickly. There’s a ladder propped up on the side of the shed and I climb up it. The stars shine bright tonight. Taking a look around, I spot the area of the cursed Shadow Lands, which fell to be that way over one hundred years ago. It gives me chills to even think of what lies in the depths of those lands. Turning away, I lay down on the roof of the shed and drift off to sleep. The city is just ahead, all I have to do is make my way there before I have no strength to do so. I can start anew, a new life and a new purpose. May my dreams take me to where I belong. 

Dawn is slow to come, the sunrise coats the land in a lush light. The green of the grass, the smell of fresh bread and fried fish is in the air already. I make my way to the pass into the Lower City and get a pass through the Flaming Fist guards, giant mechanical beings called Steel Watchers patrol the gate and surrounding streets. Everywhere is very heavily guarded, something I’m really not used to seeing. The loudness of people talking, merchants shouting, and businesses bustling with music and conversation alike was almost too overwhelming. Shifting through crowds and guards, I make my way into Wyrm’s Crossing’s tower. A man named Lord Enver Gortash resides in the upper levels apparently. The word “Lord” still doesn’t sit right with me. 

After many hours of talking and bartering with guards, I gained a pass into the Lower City where I am appointed as a body to the courthouse judges during trials. Court hearings vary in length, but by night I try to catch criminals and assassins who stalk the streets, waiting for someone unarmed to strike at. I interrogated one of the assassins I captured and found out he was an assassin of Bhaal before I sent him into a coma and threw him into the sewer. There’s a Bhaal cult around here? If so, I will do my best to inform the Flaming Fists and the city watch alike. Over the next few months, I was a personal bodyguard to the courthouse during the day, gaining my own personal set of armor and a hammer with the symbol I chose for Evangeline, whose presence I can still feel around me like a warm hug. I am adorned with silver and black plate armor, paired with chainmail underneath. During my time in the Lower City, my heartache to be in nature grew. I missed the vast lushness of trees, seeing a pair of white foxes chase each other in the snow and pounce at one another. Finding a remote spot in the forest in spring time and taking a short swim in a lake nearby the cabin, the warm breeze flowing through my hair. The city lacked any sort of bucolic surroundings, maybe a bush here and there. It felt like a cage, but with open air and no bars. After some time, I was able to afford my own place. A small apartment near the courthouse, where I raised plants and kept small creatures who would wander into my home. I may just like this life I have, even if I don’t have what I once cherished. Something inside of me is saying that this is only the beginning of a long journey ahead.

A year from now

Things were as good as ever, a decent week at court thankfully and I found a new cat to take care of, who I named Apricot since she was the same color as one. I was cooking her a fish when I heard citizens screaming, and the thunderous roar of something in the sky. I rushed out of my balcony door to see a giant ship with tentacles and a shell hovering over the city. What in the gods name is this? I thought to myself. I put Apricot in a safe space under my bed and threw on my armor. I gave her some pets goodbye and ran out of my apartment. I was directing citizens to a safe house when another one of those living ships appeared right above the street I was standing on. The tentacles rained down and anyone who had been touched by them evaporated into them. I had to get more out of here, I had to save more citizens from an untimely death.

 Just as the thought flew into my mind, I felt the slimy touch of the tentacle across my mouth. I blinked and I was on the ship. I had to be. So were so many Baldur’s Gate citizens. A strange looking woman with green skin was trying to break out of her binds when a large tentacled freak held up its hand and put her to sleep. Mind flayers. By the Gods, a mind flayer ship? I had only heard of them in books and tall tales, I had no idea they were actually real. The mind flayer levitated towards me and held out his hand, I had gone unconscious. In my dreams, I saw my old fireplace, crackling and filling the living room with warmth. Tanith and Aneira, sitting in their chairs, beckoning me to sit by the fire. I couldn’t move, I had no control over my body. As the sweet moment filled my senses, it quickly faded away. The room imploded and snow and ice shards swirled around the two people I adored. I tried to scream, but no sound came out of my aching lungs, only more ice and snow. I snapped my head upward to see Ransley’s face looming over me, his smug smile decaying like the rest of his features. His eyes pierced right through me, as if he was trying to intimidate my soul.

 As soon as I was put to sleep, I was awake. Days had passed. No, weeks? I couldn’t tell. My stomach ached, I needed to eat, I was in a cold sweat. I looked around with what little room I had, the strange woman was still asleep in her pod across from me. The same mind flayer from before was looming over a large, fleshy basin full of an acidic smelling liquid. He pulled a worm-like thing from the basin and levitated over to the strange woman, holding his hand out so she would stare directly at the worm. It latched onto her face and snuck right into her eyeball. Oh Gods, is he going to put one in me next? Just as the thought occurs, he is back to fishing out another worm. Or maybe they were tadpoles? He picks out another one and locks eyes with me, its eyes orange and radiating malice. As he is floating towards me, I try to turn my head away, only to have it snap into place with the flick of its wrist. The tadpole screeched with a psionic power that hurt the innermost parts of my mind, and secured itself into my orbital socket. I slip into unconsciousness again. My new life, taken from me once again. Who was going to take care of Apricot? Who is going to keep the streets safe at night? I need to figure out how to get off this ship and go back to Baldur’s Gate.

[positively-mine]

Heya^^ I saw how your shop is open and I'd like to order a chocolate cake and a medium lemonade(just some regular relationship hcs^^) The fandom I'd like order my cake from is from BSD please^^

☾Ok some things about myself (so so so sorry if it's too much/long) Ok so for starters my name is Kristina but closer friends call me Kris, Cis fem - Capricorn - infj

☾Appearance wise I'm on the shorter side and have a dark brown pixie cut and dark brown eyes, I have a couple freckles and wear glasses

☾I tend to be more introverted when meeting new people, I can hold a conversation way better when talking to one on one so my attention can only be focused on one person and give them my full attention. One I get more comfortable with someone I tend to be more jokingly sarcastic and like to goof around but I'll always get the hint if they are not in the mood to joke around

☾I'm really passionate about psychology and painting. On the weekends or when I'm finished with work I tend to draw on my sketchbook to visualise my next painting while listening to video essays about different types of diagnosis and how they affect the brain and behaviour(my favourite video essays is Fear of forgetting by Clark Elieson, ok but srs it's so good) and my paintings mostly comsist of still life with warm colours

☾And god forbid if one of my friends lets me ramble about psychology cuz I'll turn a casual convo to a hole ted talk and go on and on until they tell me to shut up(plus I have a inside joke with my therapist that I turned the tables and her therapist)

☾That's kinda it, tysm for giving me this opportunity and don't forget to hydrate!!!!!!!!

character matchup [˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ event]

hi Kristina! thanks for your order and sorry it took a while, I hope you'll enjoy and come again :)

credits at the bottom!

p.s thanks for the reminder, I just realized I only drank 1-2 bottles a day 🥲

I'm going to match you up with dazai or ranpo

for dazai, I can definitely see him taking an interest in you (similarly to how he was with atsushi)

at first he'd be curious because you're kind of quiet

however once you start warming up to him, he's curious to get to know you more

playful banter, a mixture of flirting as well, is thrown back and forth between the both of you

you're interest in psychology catches his attention too

he likes to listen to your take on how each diagnosis affects the way from how one thinks to how they behave

may or may not get into his, yours or both your mental state as well

once you start your speech on psychology, he won't stop you either

he'll sit there with you the entire time

giving you one of his signature smirk /smile

he's happy that you've been able to find your passion and drive in life

beyond that, he's glad that he can share a peice of his mind with someone else

would definitely be interested in your paintings as well

and the thought process behind it

questions you about every single detail

^ asks a lot of why questions as well

sometimes he ponders if your choice of art and colour as well are a reflection of your own mind

he likes to lounge near by and watch as you paint

falling asleep to the sound of your painting and the brush stroking on the paper

likes to call you silly nicknames such as kit / kitkat and so on

when you're both in the office, he likes to rest his head on top of yours and watch as you complete your work

he's bored out of his mind but at least you're there for him to disturb

Ranpo

similarly to dazai, he just likes to cause problems

will confidently strut over to your table and munch on his candies noisily while you're doing your work

don't expect much to get done

with you being his partner, it's like someone he can share his every thought with

(like an open diary essentially)

when you first met him, he was very pushy

always asking what you're listening to or what you're painting

sometimes likes to grab one side of the earpiece and listen to it beside you

but in the end he too, gets invested in what you're listening to and stays by your side

bratty bf

he'll joke with you back but sometimes he'll get upset

so you'll need to pacify him

preferably with candy

when you both get into deep talks he needs to at least have some form of skinship

either by holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder

or both

so if he's upset just sit with him and everything will be okay again

reblogs appreciated!

banners: dazai, ranpo,

[flamebearer]

- 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 -

☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ.❞ headcanon / musings.

☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵂᵉ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʷⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢ.❞ asks. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗˡᵃʷ.❞ memes / prompts. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ.❞ visage. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶠⁱʳᵉ.❞ aesthetics. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵒʰ ⁱᶠʳⁱᵗ ᵗⁱᵗˢ .❞ out of character.

☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ.❞ in character. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ verse1. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ verse2. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ verse3.

☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ crack. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ starter call. ☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ .❞ canon divergent.

[amplichor]

☾ ·. ⋅ CARRD || PLOTTING CALL || BONDS CALL

|| INTEREST TRACKER || MEMES

A STUDY IN ― burning the wick , hosting a spark to temper , making the moonlight your stage , grieving those a breath away & * being haunted by your reflection .

independent private roleplay blog for utahime iori of jujutsu kaisen , heavily influenced by personal headcanons and Japanese mythology . & treated as an original character . ( 21 + , oc / crossover friendly ) . written by ford : she / they 24 y/o , cst . sporadic activity , not spoiler free ( please read rules before following . ) est. september 2023.

mains : @chikyodai , @sugurau , @moonsmourning , @killerhubby . @usagimen , @kuraokcmi

𝟏. my portrayal of utahime doesn't align with canon, it's based heavily on my own ideas / headcanons as well as elements from japanese mythology . i treat her as an original character . if you dont like how i write her, please unfollow or don't interact.

𝟐. basic rp etiquette rules apply , mutuals only, minors will be blocked, be respectful. , problematic and toxic behaviors / mindsets will get you blocked . please don't interact with my posts if you're not a mutual oc - friendly . not duplicate friendly . unaffiliated with the jjk rpc. on top of following muses i can see utahime interacting with : i follow muns and muses im familiar with and i'm going to be selective, hence the private label on this blog. i curate my space accordingly and will softblock or hardblock if i feel the need. i like to operate in smaller circles so i won't be following everybody back !!

𝟑. im slow with replies, i'm a mother , work and have other hobbies , on top of that i'm manic depressive / bipolar and have general anxiety, all of which can affect my motivation and activity . if i'm not here i can be found on one of my other blogs ( @zefahai , @yookimi , @audiear , @dielogue )

𝟒. in general i'm a patient rp partner and can take a while to respond. please remind me if it's been a while since I’ve replied to a thread or ask . if you lose muse for a thread let me know, that way i'm not wondering if you've lost interest in me / writing with me . mains + friends are prioritized when it comes to answering asks, replying to threads, etc. please take the time to fill out my interest tracker. it'll help with navigating interactions and chances are i won't know where to start otherwise ..

𝟓. you can continue anything into a thread ! -- starter calls are rare. I’m ok with having multiple threads with you at once and encourage you to send multiple asks ! please like any starters or ask replies i write you, just so i know you see it ( tumblr notifs aren't reliable ) , I format heavily with special characters, double spaced , small colored text, if this gives you any issues lmk and I’ll accommodate ! icons aren't a must, and i often prefer to write without them.

𝟔. i prefer to talk on discord but will still use the tumblr IM system too. ( you can request my discord at any time if we are mutuals . ) i also write on discord in private servers if you'd like to write there too .

𝟕. multi exclusive ship ( i only ship with one portrayal of any specific muse and expect this in return ), I don’t autoship so any shipping requires development and chemistry both ic and ooc . —- the relationship HAS TO develop through our interactions . you can send me shippy memes but we aren’t shipping until it’s discussed ooc and i generally prefer to ship with muns i know well & talk to frequently ! ( i just think that this helps the process of timelines and development better, if you want to ship , reach out to me ! i promise i probably already ship it but i won't make a move to actively ship unless you outight say " i want to ship " because im oblivious. ) -- also , i am okay with duplicates only when the dynamic is different ( unrequited vs. requited. )

𝟖. i use a basic tagging system for triggering or nsfw posts. all nsfw is tagged #nsft or #nsft /, and #usfw , triggers are tagged #trigger or #trigger / , if i miss one please let me know ! I want this to be a safe space <3

𝟗. everything posted is made by me ! do not steal or lift any headcanons, concepts, or graphics i'm happy to help with photoshop or carrd and have a commissions blog if you're interested in that !

𝟏𝟎. the most important rule on this blog is to communicate with me ! [ . . . ] in my 10+ time on this site i've been involved in my own drama, and i gotta say : i'm too old for it. i don't participate in petty drama, vague blogging, clique behavior ,or any other unsavory behaviors as such, and i will not tolerate it ! i don't pay attention to call out posts unless there's undeniable proof / it's not from petty misunderstandings. if there's ever any problems please communicate with me ! if i'm ever interacting with somebody problematic please let me know so i can get rid of the bad apples ! ( given that I was involved in drama at one point : if you hear something about me please get my side of the story before ushering judgement , I’ll take responsibility for any toxic behaviors I’ve had in the past. )

[usagimen]

                     ☾☼ . 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐: the physical peak of perfection, a rabbit hearted girl, the wannabe bride, the sole survivor, running with wolves, self immolation, a blade of a soul, broken crowns, the horrors of girlhood,  the song at sorrow's end, scream queens, the monstrous beings we become for the sake of love.

         01. CARRD | | 02. PROMPTS | 03. HEADCANONS | 04. shipping guide

                    𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚉𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁, 𝙽𝙰𝙾𝚈𝙰

  ✷. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚒, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛: child of the Violet Tides, underneath the towering wisteria tree a slim silhouette floats against the wind. Cursed girl, dead girl, a nameless girl, from the depths of Kyoto her bones would emerge && blossom. She, born of a bloodline that has only known conflict && strife, assassins by trade but Geiko by name, they are the great equalizer in a world that would divide themselves in political turmoil. The nameless girl would obtain a crown, bestowed as Tsukuyomi’s Vessel, the Endless Night was ushered in && yet, that was not enough to appease the old God. The Lord of Revelry && Feast wishes to foresee his vessel succeed him, by doing so, she would transcend the limitation of human strength && carve a body of iron. The God Hand Sorcerer was the black sheep of the Kobayashi Clan, a God they were not immune to house && clawed her way into divinity - from the flames of ruination, she would defy death itself only to be hailed the New Sun.

          𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:  achroanimus, antinomos, sasorikigai, amplichor, killerhubby, yookimi

            (indie Jujutsu Kaisen Original Character: none fandom affiliated, minors DNI+)

LATEST VERSE: HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

summoned from the ashes by Cereza (25+ they/them/she). 

Themes consisting of the occult, violence, generational trauma, sexism, nihilism, ect are rampant. Please use every available resource to protect yourself, understand when following the content of certain series may cause a squick reaction or be too much. I tag everything accordingly, it is never within my desires to cause anyone discomfort. 

I prefer to write multi-paragraph to novella sized threads. One liners are usually reserved for quick but light interactions, if you are wondering how to start a thread, simply send in a prompt or like the starter calls / inbox calls. You will see them liberally throughout the blog as I strive to interact with everyone. 

I use a mixture of different anime FCs, this muse interchanges her face constantly, but I do have one main FC. You are not allowed to use me as a source for muses, icons, ect. Failure to oblige results in a softblock, furthermore, if all you do is constantly reblog aesthetics I will part ways as it shows no engagement whatsoever. Inspiration is fine, but after awhile, if our blogs are aligning too much I start to feel uncomfortable.

The story I write is solely for artistic expression, various mentions of canons, npcs, ect are present. If you do not subscribe to canon x oc shipping, that's great! Though, it will be mentioned quite often that Sayuri harbors romantic affections for particular canon characters. This isn't to force ship or demand that this be written with her, it's merely to streamline a concrete story that moves from beginning, middle, to end. If you want to write these topics, all the better, if not and you're merely here to enjoy content, great! Please don't ever think the canon story that is placed before you is something you must adhere to, it's solely an interpretation belonging to Sayuri.

If you have an issue that needs to be addressed, please reach out to me. Furthermore, no drama, no gossiping, none whatsoever. I do not care for drama that can be resolved by parties privately. If someone is a true genuine danger in the RPC than that is fine to discuss, otherwise, I come here solely to relax as my personal life is quite taxing - please respect this.

If you block me or sb me on this blog, please do so with the rest. I have zero interest in interacting with those who would prefer my males muses while having my female muse block, it just is a weird feeling altogether. Thank you!

I try to make my blog as engaging as possible, while it’s understandable we all have lives with little time to be here, please try to engage in some way. I do count OOC interactions, liking posts, ect as engagement. It’s disheartening to try and write with others only to see it head nowhere whatsoever. If you wish to start a thread over or have an interaction completely nulled in order to redo, I am completely fine with that, all you need to do is DM me.

On the topic of shipping; I love shipping! There is no need to deny it, though again, I ask that it be a two way street in order for us to better communicate. If you wish to ship romantically, please be upfront, platonic, enemies, ect, all of that are welcomed && adored. Though I only ship with one variation of a canon, ships that are inactive for two months are dropped but can be reestablished again if you reach out.

Please call me, V. I’m an enthusiastic metal fan that is currently in love with industrial, I lurk quite often due to personal obligations && am extremely easy going. I'm an extremely introverted / private person, please do not mistake my silence for anything personal, I tend to just vibe in my own little head half the time. If you wish to reach out OOC wise, do so, I genuinely enjoy talking quite a bit - I'm just shy of my own shadow. My hobbies consist of cinema, yoga, cooking, while also endlessly suffering under artistic expression.

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[n1ghtngale]

             𝙸𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙸 𝚂𝙴𝙴 [𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴] 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴

          #𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚒: in the language of hanakotoba the black lily represent a cursed soul, in other symoblism, vengeance. 

                      𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚉𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁, 𝙽𝙰𝙾𝚈𝙰

                 ☾. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐: running with wolves, the ghost within the halls, godhood is just girlhood, embracing true horror, what monstrous things we do for love, wisdom underneath the full moon, juliet's dagger, the song at sorrow's end, scream queens, the sole survivor, 𝚊 𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

         01. CARRD | 02. BIO | 03. PROMPTS | 04. HEADCANONS|

  ✷. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚒: the revered daughter of the Kobayashi Clan, with their stronghold upon Gion, Kyoto she is one of few invisible women - a term coined to mark that of an assassin. In hushed whispers of blasphemy, those who utter false prophecy proclaim she is the vessel of the former Lord of the Feast, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. Their union shall usher in an era underneath the benevolence of the stars, yet, Sayuri is not of nocturnal guidance but a flame who shall consume all in judgment && righteousness. In her violence, she will bring harmony && chaos in equilibrium, lady of sorrow, may her glory bleed into stars above.

            (indie Jujutsu Kaisen Original Character: none fandom affiliated, minors DNI+)

summoned from the ashes by, the Void.  

Themes consisting of the occult, violence, generational trauma, sexism, nihilism, ect are rampant. Please use every available resource to protect yourself, understand when following the content of certain series may cause a squick reaction or be too much. I tag everything accordingly, it is never within my desires to cause anyone discomfort. 

I prefer to write multi-paragraph to novella sized threads. One liners are usually reserved for quick but light interactions, if you are wondering how to start a thread, simply send in a prompt or like the starter calls / inbox calls. You will see them liberally throughout the blog as I strive to interact with everyone. 

I use a mixture of different anime FCs, this muse interchanges her face constantly, but I do have one main FC. You are not allowed to use me as a source for muses, icons, ect. Failure to oblige results in a softblock, furthermore, if all you do is constantly reblog aesthetics I will part ways as it shows no engagement whatsoever. Inspiration is fine, but after awhile, if our blogs are aligning too much I start to feel uncomfortable.

The story I write is solely for artistic expression, various mentions of canons, npcs, ect are present. If you do not subscribe to canon x oc shipping, that's great! Though, it will be mentioned quite often that Sayuri harbors romantic affections for particular canon characters. This isn't to force ship or demand that this be written with her, it's merely to streamline a concrete story that moves from beginning, middle, to end. If you want to write these topics, all the better, if not and you're merely here to enjoy content, great! Please don't ever think the canon story that is placed before you is something you must adhere to, it's solely an interpretation belonging to Sayuri.

If you have an issue that needs to be addressed, please reach out to me. Furthermore, no drama, no gossiping, none whatsoever. I do not care for drama that can be resolved by parties privately. If someone is a true genuine danger in the RPC than that is fine to discuss, otherwise, I come here solely to relax as my personal life is quite taxing - please respect this.

If you block me or sb me on this blog, please do so with the rest. I have zero interest in interacting with those who would prefer my males muses while having my female muse block, it just is a weird feeling altogether. Thank you!

I try to make my blog as engaging as possible, while it’s understandable we all have lives with little time to be here, please try to engage in some way. I do count OOC interactions, liking posts, ect as engagement. It’s disheartening to try and write with others only to see it head nowhere whatsoever. If you wish to start a thread over or have an interaction completely nulled in order to redo, I am completely fine with that, all you need to do is DM me.

On the topic of shipping; I love shipping! There is no need to deny it, though again, I ask that it be a two way street in order for us to better communicate. If you wish to ship romantically, please be upfront, platonic, enemies, ect, all of that are welcomed && adored. Though I only ship with one variation of a canon, ships that are inactive for two months are dropped but can be reestablished again if you reach out.

Please call me, Void. I’m an enthusiastic metal fan that is currently in love with industrial, I lurk quite often due to personal obligations && am extremely easy going. I'm an extremely introverted / private person, please do not mistake my silence for anything personal, I tend to just vibe in my own little head half the time. If you wish to reach out OOC wise, do so, I genuinely enjoy talking quite a bit - I'm just shy of my own shadow. My hobbies consist of cinema, yoga, cooking, while also endlessly suffering under artistic expression.

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