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[ardenssolis]

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"Then, right back at ya... " Tyler puts his book down, turning to rest cheek against hand to give them his full attention. "Would you, knowing what happens, undo the evolution of man, to return to your place on the throne?" A deep question, considering who they were and how they were like... "If you could right now, take that leap and watch the world revert to your era... would you do it?"

❝IS THE ANSWER NOT obvious? If given the chance to fix this mess of a world, I naturally would take it. So much damage has been done since I last sat upon a throne, and thus, bringing the world back to where it had been would be a wise decision.❞ There was no hesitation in his response, for there was very little reason for him to hesitate at all. Perhaps he might even use his wish for just this when all was said and done, to do just as he said he would if given the opportunity. To be reborn into this world…

     A foolish wish.

     A sinful wish…

     Yet he was tempted all the same. Of course there would be push back if he did go through with such plans; however, it wouldn’t last for long before he forced all into submission. Eventually, all would come to see that Ozymandias only had their best interests at heart. ❝As things are now, can one even say that the world, in its current state, will last long?❞ Those were his thoughts, at least, based on what he had observed. The air was polluted, the stars hidden away by the constant lights of the city, vast swatches of trees gone – replaced, instead, with rows upon rows of homes or stores…

     What a depressing sight.

     An incredible sight when he thought of how far humans had progressed, yet depressing all the same. How could a king not be disappointed when seeing their vast kingdom become a former shell of what it had been? Yawning a little, he laid back against his seat, arms crossing over his chest as if he was setting up to take a nap. ❝Surely I could guide this era into a far better age than what I see now. After all…I am the King of Kings, and nothing is outside of my bounds.❞

[chaoscrawls]

Ty sliding on his knees, to scoop Nyar's face up and smack a nice one of his purple teeth. Mwwwwwwah.

They nuzzle into the kiss, their fangs grazing over tyler's lips. When there is space between them, the god give a chuckle. "I have to give you points for style."

[guhamun]

Rating meme; accepting || @nvrcmplt

Ⓐ - Chenlong

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || complicated || I'm going to learn all his sword techniques and defeat him---

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them || they're very fascinating

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them || they're okay I guess

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[zangyo]

Sentence Starters; no longer accepting || @nvrcmplt

“   i  knew  i  would  find  you  here .   ” //Yanna

SITTING ON A PARK bench, he casually scattered some seeds to the birds that hopped around him, watching with the slightest smile as they happily began pecking at the grass. Nanami liked little moments like this one. For a time, he satiated the hunger of these birds; a face to be forgotten, no doubt, yet the gesture of being fed certainly wouldn’t be. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, quietly listening to the rustling of leaves and the sounds of people talking in the distance. Tokyo was always a thriving city even in places that were meant to be as quiet as this one. The sound of cars passing, the soft chirping of birds, feet on sidewalk – he could hear it all with crystal clarity.

     ‘I knew I would find you here.’

     Oh? Well that was a voice he hadn’t expected to hear. Eyes opening, he sat straighter, gaze quickly moving to Yanna’s approaching figure. ❝Were you looking for me?❞ Digging into his pocket, he glanced at his phone, wondering if she had perhaps given him a call and he had missed it. Other than the school group chat blowing up over food, he didn’t see any other texts or signs of a message left from her. Slipping it back into his pocket, he gave the older sorcerer his full attention. ❝There’s room for two if you want to sit and enjoy the weather with me.❞ Lips curled slightly, Nanami gently patting the place next to himself.

[distopea]

Squeaky mouse noises as Connor snuffles into Jovan's warmth. He's addicted.

@nvrcmplt

Warm... and soft...

He wrapped his arms around Connor even harder than before, nuzzling against the top of his hair. It was electrifying to perceive his mouse scent, and he had a hard time taming the wolf growling inside of him. He felt still parted between the urge to protect and the urge to devour. But over time, he understood that he was slowly feeling himself tamed around him.

"Feels good here..." He eventually confessed, his voice almost trembling despite his giant figure. He loved whenever he was caring for someone.

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —    @nvrcmplt​ ​ /  𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑: 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 

❝ confronting the past comes with a price. ❞ //Baalthia @ Gael

  〈✟*〉 ┊  But I've already paid. I've paid more than I owe. What about the debts I'm owed? When will I be confronted as the price of the past?

    --he wants to lash out, and very nearly does. Yet with a deep, slightly shaky breath, and nails biting into the gold-dusted palms of his hands, Gael refrains. He's already thrown that fit before. He isn't sure the embers of righteous anger will ever spark the way they did back then. No... he knows they won't. There's no tinder as highly flammable as the walls that used to enclose him, and those were long since immolated to nothing more than a handful of ash. Oh, but what he wouldn't give to feel the smoldering remains sift through trembling fingers again. What he wouldn't give to scream his throat raw, to taste his own unfettered resentment coat his tongue with blood and honey again. What he wouldn't give to see pinpricks of terror break through gazes always clouded over with lofty veneration again. Not because he had relished the pain. Because finally, finally, they had seen. They had understood. For the first and only time since his birth, his community had accepted him into their midst as nothing and nobody but Gael.

( and he hears himself howling in millions of voices that explode from a mouth dripping with rose gold spittle, 'I AM NOT YOUR GOD. I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR GOD. I AM NOT YOUR GOD. I AM NOT GOD. I AM NOT. I AM NOT. I AM NOT.' )

    "I don't think I left any of them with a fighting chance."

An admittance of guilt? A confession of sin? A simple statement of fact? He's not sure. If he's allowing himself to be greedy, he would opt for all three. He had been hoping that when the time came for him to come clean about the ugly uncertainty of the aftermath following the assurance of his freedom, he would feel something. Either crushing remorse or a relief of pressure. Neither come. There's only a hollow ring, as stale as the wind that had swept away the glimmering ash his fire had left behind.

Still, he continues barely above a whisper, "When I set fire to it all, I didn't want anything left behind. Not even the people. I... I know I shouldn't have. At the time, though...."

He trails off and lowers his eyelids. A flicker of memory burns against his retinas: a lone child watching his house go up in flames that hummed rather than crackled, singing along to the holy hymn that rose higher and higher along with the purifying smoke. He should have at least saved him. Maybe, somewhere out there, that child was still growing into himself. Maybe at least a few had made it out. Rationally, he knows not all of them deserved it. He also knows the idea that a few made it out is fanciful at best. His fire purifies all in its path, innocent and tainted alike; it retains all to whence they came, be it the earth below or the sky above. No earthly compound could have ever quelled that inferno in time for belated mercy. Not even his bitter weeping could have extinguished the blaze. The guilt sits on his chest as a weight that shifts about but never fully dissipates, and he's learned to live with it. In its own way, it's a creature comfort as much as it is a continual condemnation.

It's the past he continues to confront and the price he continues to pay.

Gael sighs and blinks his eyes back open. Misty tears cling to his lashes but don't fall. Is he even allowed to cry for them now?

"...I won't ever stop paying, will I?" he rasps, and it's less of a question and more of a plea.

Tell me yes. Tell me atonement exists. Tell me anything but 'no'.

And then, he turns his gaze towards the hooded angel, and dares to ask, "Are you exempt?"

[dcwnrisen-aa]

Naosuke, sitting with Itachi - watching ASMR cosmetic destruction on the 4K TV together. It's been 4 hours already but the Jiangshi couldn't stop himself. It's just fascinating.

itachi couldn't told anyone how much time had passed, nor could he recount if he had finished any of his snacks in the time that did passed. but what he did know, is that the sounds scratched every part of his brain just as some sounds made him rub at his ears, but the good outweighed the bad severely and that's why he still sat here, fascinated by it entirely. he could clean to this music, maybe even pick up a hobby and get shit down.

he still had paperwork to complete for the bookshop, but right now he's thriving with the sounds bouncing off the walls. had he even blinked? ah, he does so now before slanting a glass at naosuke, a small, amused smirk curving up the corners of his mouth. seems he's not the only one enraptured by the program. perhaps they could find more like this. slipping the phone out of his pocket, he sends a quick message to one of the staff to prepare a light lunch for them to munch on, as well as text oleg to join them. they still had three hours left.

[autotoxins]

Yomi staring up at Caesar... politely bows because he remembers seeing an image of this being in Doflamingo-sama's paper works. A partner, if he remembers correctly. Carries on his way after serving a silver tray of tea and kettle filled to the brim with more.

It was one of his RARE trips to Dressrosa. Overall, he didn't often leave Punk Hazard. It was safer for him to just stay there, not to mention - he was incredibly busy! He didn't have time for vacations! Yet, here he was, having been summoned by Jōkā. He was not displeased with having to leave his lab. The Shichibukai always had something interesting for him. A gift that would help him with his research, a bunch of new test subjects or perhaps blueprints to new technology? His patron was simply the best.

Caesar was treated like the WIP guest he was. A servant was bringing him tea on a silver tray. He fished out a small pill from one of his pockets, and dropped it into the cup after it was handed to him. It sizzled slightly, and changed color to a toxic green. Caesar took a sip, looking at the servant. Hm. Was this the one Jōkā had mentioned?

❝ You. ❞ Caesars spoke to him before he could leave. ❝ Are you the one with purple blood? ❞

[intcritus]

as the end of 2023 comes to an end, it's bittersweet but with 2024, i've decided to take a step back from the tumblr scene. my activity as of late is non-existent, and it'll stay that way. i'll still create muses, characters i absolutely adore, i'll even make headcanons, but the rpc has been draining and i need a break. i won't stop writing because i love it too much, but i need to learn to write when i want to, not because i feel obligated to.

as a community, i hope to see that writers learn to communicate better, that they don't resort to petty call-outs and take silence personal, people have lives outside of this and patience is a necessity in these times. with that being said, i'm deleting everything in my inbox and drafts. i need a fresh start for the new years and hope that this motivates me to find my writing muse and spark some fresh thoughts.

here's to 2024 being a better year, cheers to new writing partners and old, to forming never-ending bonds between our muses and well and healthy wishes in our personal lives. maybe your future be as bright as your will to wake in the morning.

-- ambie.

quick edit: bless sis ( @nvrcmplt ) & aven ( @avaere ) for being by my side these last few years, but especially these last few months, it's been such a great ride and here's to many more writing years and friendships.

[ardenssolis]

@nvrcmplt said (inbox):

Tyler dragging Rider to the Gym though. Time to work those gAINS BRO.

     SOMETIMES OZYAMANDIAS DIDN’T understand half of what left Tyler’s mouth. Gains? What the hell was a gain? It wasn’t until he borrowed the other’s gym clothes and stood outside the gym in question that he finally comprehended what that meant. So, they wanted to ‘work out’, as people labeled it nowadays? There was really no point in any of this considering he could casually lift a car and throw it through someone’s window or bench press an elephant, but the other man seemed really excited (he enjoyed when they were – not that he would state this). Ozymandias wouldn’t have been able to wave them off even if he wanted to. He would just…pretend he was struggling with some of the weights in there and give Tyler something to happily attempt to help him on. ❝Heh, I hope you are prepared to see how incredible my strength is.❞

[chaoscrawls]

♡ Tyler's snoopin'

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION

●●●○○ | AFFECTION

●●●●● | INTEREST

●●○○○ | LOYALTY

●●○○○ | TRUST

"Do with that what you will."

[guhamun]

Rating meme; accepting || @nvrcmplt

Ⓐ - Einri

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed || einri has cooties

[zangyo]

Sentence Starters; accepting || @nvrcmplt

“   let  go  of  your  well - mannered  self ,   just  for  today .   ” //Weiss

     THOSE WERE WORDS THAT Nanami had never heard before – words that seemed so bizarre in the grand scheme of things. ‘Let go of your well-mannered self’… There were many times that he would have loved to do that in the past, times that he had pondered doing so, yet ultimately, held his tongue. Had he stated what was on his mind back then, he wondered…would that have been cathartic, or would he had come to regret it when all was said and done? There was no answer for that particular train of thought, though. The past was the past and there was no returning to it. ❝I wonder for what reason do you want that, Weissager?❞ He turned his glance away from the torii and the vast steps before him, gaze coming to linger upon the hellhound that was often by his side. What was the context of this, he wondered? Even behind the green of his lenses, surely the slight, curious widening of his gaze must have been felt.

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —     @nvrcmplt​​​​​ ​ / 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 

Holds Crane's hand. Best friend now. /Arius

 〈 ♙* 〉┊   “--so that’s how I ended up with a haunted jewelry box, but anyway, I don’t mind that it’s haunted. And I don’t think the ghost minds where I’ve had it settle since it hasn’t done much of... uh, anything, actually! Oh-- or maybe it’s just a very polite ghost who doesn’t want to make a fuss? Hmm...”

     As he ponders over this, he languidly swings their interlocked hands back and forth between them. He hasn’t stopped talking for most of the duration of their morning walk, but Arius hasn’t seemed too mind too terribly much. For that spectacular kindness, Crane gives him a beaming smile and gently sweeps his thumb across pale knuckles. “Well, I don’t know much about ghosts, actually,” he admits with a sheepish laugh. He’s not entirely sure if that’s supposed to be something to show embarrassment about. Even so, his cheeks tinge with a self-conscious flush that makes his golden freckles shimmer like dapples of sunlight. When he glances over, he gives Arius’s hand a very slight squeeze. He’s been doing that throughout their walk, usually when a sudden chill trickles down his spine. It’s something he’s come to expect when around Arius. Though he doesn’t understand why it happens, it’s something he’s willing to compromise on; a little discomfort means nothing in the face of good company. This time, though, he squeezes as a means of delivering invitation. “Maybe you could come over and have a look?” The thought of having Arius over for the first time coaxes out a few delighted flaps from the misshapen wings that should be harnessed and hidden away. 

     Then, as if he’s suddenly remembered something: “Ah!” he turns to look behind him at the scuttling skeletons of what he assumes are rodents (his expertise is with living animals, not dead ones!) that have been ambling along in the long early morning shadows. He offers them a grin, too, before returning his attention to Arius. “Maybe they shouldn’t come? Um, no offense, little guys! Just-- Nebula and Trooper might try to gnaw on them.”

[igniferous]

Kerb gunna stick his noses x 3 in the Prince's hair and sniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsneezesniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniff.

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HAIR  WINDBLOWN  from  the  sheer  force  of  air  blown  through  golden  strands  in  huffs  and  puffs,  he’s  wary  to  guess  at  the  volumes  of  slobber  that  must  be  due  to  befall  his  scalp  from those massive maws at  this  rate.  Hellbeast  or  otherwise,  Wolfram  has  never  kept  a  dog,  been  around  a  dog,  particularly  wanted  for  one ( or three ) ,   nor  been  at  the  receiving  end  of  any  canine  attention.  What  a  blessed  thing  it  had  been ;   a  life  of  dignity.  Cleanliness  and  peace.  Gloves  and  boots  kept in  one  peace.

An  orderly  head  of  hair.

〝  . . . . . . . . . . . .  Go  fetch.  〞      Off  into  the  mountains,  a  large  hare  conjured  out  of  fire  sparking  from  his  fingertips  bounds with long, great leaps,  in  some  last  ditch  effort  to  coax  the  beast  into  a  faraway  chase   (  hopefully  without  trampling  him  in  the  process !! ) 

[gildinbainas]

I love coming home to spam from Tala. The good kind of inbox spam. Thanks for always keeping my inbox full. Its why we have so many ships x))))

And im not complaining. @nvrcmplt