#( starter call. )┊to form new bonds.

[belovedblossoms-m]

Yep, this is another starter call here! I don't feel too confident in making starters but I do really want to get the chance to interact with some of you here, especially those that are new or I've seen a lot but been too nervous to send something in or didn't quite know WHAT to send. So pretty much like this post for a starter AND please reply what specific muse(s) of mine you'd like to write with (including your own choice of muse if you are a multi). Even muses of mine that are under 'test/request', go for them too if you like. And as a gentle reminder, I am still very much a private and selective blog, so that does count for the starters I make too. I don't want this to scare or offend but it's just for my own sake.

[gimmethatagustd]

lost in a heartbeat | pjm

Keeping up with your fledgling boyfriend's new sexual appetite wasn't something you'd considered when you agreed to turn him.

↳ pairing: vampire!jimin x vampire(f)!reader

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | supernatural | established relationship | smut | fluff

↳ wc/date: 2.8k | may 2023

↳ warnings: lots of biting and blood | unprotected vaginal sex | vaginal fingering | bulging jfdksjhs don't look at me | reader passes out | mentions fangwarming

↳ notes: this can be read as a standalone, but it's better if you read nectar and touch me after midnight. i hope you enjoy it! i love this couple so much. i struggle to let them go. full disclosure, i did not edit this at all khsdkfjs so uhhhh. good luck.

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↳ what was jai listening to? slow (ft. ciara) - jackson wang

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“My little vampy seems so needy,” Jimin speaks into the crook of your neck. He squeezes your hips and presses his face into your skin with a bit more force, the closeness of his body forcing you to step back until you are caught between him and the wall. 

You feel his front teeth graze your shivering skin in a smirk as he teases you. 

“Does she want daddy to help her?” 

“Oh my god, Park Jimin, do not call yourself that.” 

“Call myself what?” 

He lifts his face from your neck long enough to stare at you with large, sparkling eyes partially obscured by his bangs. As much as you loved his pink hair, and the soft blonde it had faded into, Jimin’s naturally dark hair does something to you. The color brights out the gleam in his eyes. 

Right now, you’re more focused on his tongue circling his lips - plump, perfect lips that fall into an O-shaped pout while his eyebrows furrow together. You narrow your eyes, but Jimin only grins. You know he isn’t innocent, and he knows you don’t have it in you to punish him for being bad. 

And he does love to be bad. 

“You know what,” you say with a loud huff. “And you’re not allowed to call me little vampy anymore.” Despite your harsh tone, you gather Jimin’s shirt into your fists and pull him against you. 

“Oh really? You don’t like it?” 

“You know I don’t.” 

“I think you do.” 

“Park Jimin.”

“So many rules…” 

A bit of guilt nips at your heart, but Jimin’s mouth is wet against your collarbone, and his fingers lower to unbutton your jeans. You’re sure he didn’t mean anything by what he said, but you feel anxious anyway. 

“I didn’t.” 

You tilt your head slightly, confusion replacing the anxiety - if only for a moment. 

“I didn’t mean anything by what I said,” he confirms, and his lips capture yours before you can scold him for reading your mind.

Jungkook had never been able to do that - read your mind. Sure, you and your ex-boyfriend could once sense each other’s emotions, and Jungkook even had hypnotic-like power over you. It’s not unusual, just the mental and emotional bond vampires form when they feed off each other. 

The moment you sired Jimin, the bond with Jungkook was severed for good. This new sire bond with your boyfriend is so, so different, though.

For starters, he can read your mind. 

That’s one of the rules - no reading your mind without your permission. 

Jimin says it’s hard, though. Little whispers of your thoughts flit through his head, and he has trouble stopping them, especially when you’re upset. 

Like now. With all the rules. You can’t help it. Being a new vampire means Jimin has to learn the rules of how to exist in the world in a new way. Even you’re trying to figure shit out for the first time; you’d been born a vampire. So all of this is new for you, too. 

Your thoughts are distracted by the moan you instinctually growl from the back of your throat when Jimin slides his hand inside your underwear. You rest your face against his chest and continue to squeeze his shirt in your fists. His fingers are cold; of course, they are. You’ve yet to get used to this new body temperature, although he didn’t feel as cold to you as he will feel toward a human. Your cool temperatures seem to balance out well. 

You gently press your lips against his skin to kiss and suck his collarbone. Your head falls back against the wall Jimin has you shoved against when you feel his knee spread your legs apart further so he can pump his fingers into you more forcefully. Even from the beginning, Jimin knew how to find the spot that would have you shaking in his hand. 

“Fuck,” Jimin moans against your lips. He tries stealing a kiss, but he can’t bring himself to capture your lips with his when every ragged breath stumbles out of his mouth in a moan. 

One particularly rough thrust against your front wall made you sob, and Jimin’s legs nearly gave out. 

“Are you okay, baby?” You frown, grasping his sides to help hold him up. 

There’s no surprise that he is affected by the moment; Jimin is the type to get turned on by pleasuring his partner. He can’t understand how some guys don’t get hard from touching or going down on their partners. The first time Jimin ate you out, he’d been convinced he could cum just from doing that. 

Jimin has his eyes closed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, making his fangs poke out. He takes a shaky breath before opening those deep, caramel-red eyes to you. 

“I can feel it,” he croaks out. “I feel you… It goes straight to my fucking dick, fuck. It feels so good. It’s so much.” 

“Ohh.” 

It’s the sire bond. Somehow, stronger than Jungkook’s once was. No wonder Jimin can’t stand on his own if he’s feeling both his pleasure and yours. 

Removing his hand from your pants, Jimin hooks his arms around your thighs to hoist you up. How many times has he carried you into his bedroom? Ever since the two of you had gotten back together, Jimin was shoving you onto his bed, or your bed, or the couch, or the floor, or the kitchen table, or or or or… Every night. And sometimes in the mornings. And sometimes multiple times during the day. It seemed Jimin was determined to make up for all the lost time. 

This time is different, though. 

This time, Jimin throws you onto his bed and rips your clothes off with the new strength he has yet to learn to control. The button on your jeans pops off and skids across the wood floors as Jimin rips your pants down. 

You flinch when you hear fabric tear. Jimin’s sucking dark hickeys onto your neck, hickeys that are possible to see because you’ve recently fed. 

You can’t see how your shredded shirt falls off of you. You just feel his nails drag down your sides until he reaches your underwear. Then, hooking his fingers in the waistband, Jimin rips the flimsy lace off you. 

The little bitch. You’d braved Victoria’s Secret with Nikki by your side and bought all that stupid lingerie specifically for him. Shoved your ass into too-small panties and thongs and wore bras that pushed your tits too high up your chest, and for what? For him to rip it all to shreds without even stopping to admire it! 

“Park Jimin!” 

He lifts his head, and you stare into eyes so black it’s impossible to see his pupils. They’re glazed over and shiny as though they’re made of glass. His bangs fall against his forehead, getting in the way of his eyes. 

“Yes, princess?” The deepness of his voice makes you shiver. There’s a gravelly edge to it that made him sound inhuman. 

“Lingerie is expensive.” 

Your boyfriend blinks a few times as though he’s struggling to break through the haze of lust that hits him doubly as hard. 

“I’ll buy you more.” 

At least you aren’t wearing a bra for him to destroy. Your underwear is gone forever, though. Ripped up with the rest of your clothes littering Jimin’s bedroom. There is little time to think about how much money he’d just destroyed before Jimin’s fangs are nipping at your chest, scattering small puncture wounds across your skin. 

It’s good, so good, you find yourself on the verge of tears, chants of more, please, Jimin, more as cool touches brush down your arms, cold fingers press into the curve of your waist. Each puncture of fangs pumping searing venom into your veins. 

Vampire blood is dead blood. It provides very little nutritional value, but the emotional bond it creates between a vampire and their sire is worth more than the need to satisfy any hunger. 

More, so good, baby, just-just take. 

Jimin’s hands quickly remove his clothes while his mouth stays occupied. He leans forward to suck on the dribbles of blood that drip down your tits. Each open-mouth kiss makes your body shiver uncontrollably the lower down your torso Jimin plants them. You moan when his tongue, wet with your blood, swirls around your nipple. 

After Jungkook, you’d told yourself you’d never let another vampire drink from you again. The mental connection it caused between two vampires who fed off each other was too dangerous to risk creating with someone else. But you are Jimin’s sire. You slit your wrist to feed him what most humans considered a cursed life, but what Jimin craved more than anything in this world - more than pain and pleasure combined. 

The two of you are mentally, emotionally, and physically linked - for the rest of your undead lives. It doesn’t matter if Jimin gives in to his instincts by tasting you, marking you up so everyone knows you are his. 

You like it. You like letting him run rampant, the wildness of his hunger and the new power raging through his veins unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Born vampires don’t experience the feral stage of a turned fledgling. 

“Ahh, fuck, Ji-” A moan cuts you off. You throw your head back, letting it hang while you attempt to hold yourself up on your elbows, even as Jimin tries to push you onto your back. 

He settles between your legs, his fangs pressing into the deliciously soft skin of your inner thigh. This is the first time he will have sex as a vampire; you’re willing to excuse his animalistic behavior. 

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jimin’s voice cracks, and his fingers tremble when he squeezes your thighs. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t… think I will last. It’s just so much.” He nips the skin of your other thigh in frustration after seeing the smug look on your face. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t, ahh, say anything.” 

If you looked down, you’d see that your body is bloodied more than ever. Dark red, nearly black, streaks line your torso, some of the lines starting at your throat and trailing down to your thighs. The inside of your thighs are bruised, and the puncture wounds haven’t healed yet. They’re black holes littering your skin. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, you can feel the blood pooling in your belly button. You feel lightheaded, but every touch of his body against yours makes your head explode with pleasure that rolls like liquid down your body. 

It isn’t just that Jimin can feel you. You feel him, too. 

So, when you feel the head of Jimin’s cock circle your clit, you nearly start crying. 

“Jimin,” you sob, fisting the bed sheets so tightly that your inhuman strength causes you to rip holes in them. 

“I know,” Jimin presses his face against the leg he’s propped over his shoulder. He’s gripping your other leg by the back of your thigh, squeezing it almost painfully so he can hold it up and open. “I know.” 

The sweetness of his voice falls in stark contrast with the sting of his nails digging into your skin to hold you in place as he eases his cock into you. 

Your head falls against the bed from the energy you exert as you try not to completely lose yourself in him. Despite dating Jimin for two years, you feel woefully unprepared for how he pounds into you. He relentlessly fucks into you hard enough to leave deep bruises all over your body after the initial ones have already healed from his venom. 

“It’s so good, isn’t it. Shit.” Jimin’s dark bangs obscure his face when he tilts his head to look down where your bodies connect. He isn’t asking you because he wants to know. This is less of a question and more of an agreement because he knows how you feel. He feels how you feel. Each slippery glide of his cock against your walls, the heightened sensations vibrating through your body because of the aphrodisiac effects of his venom. 

You barely register that you haven’t even bitten him, nor has he asked you to.

“Fuck.” 

Jimin presses his hand against your abdomen, obsessed with the bulge his cock creates every time he thrusts into you. The pressure makes you squirm under his touch. 

“You’re close.” 

Again, he doesn’t ask. He knows. 

You whimper a confirmation anyway. 

“I can, ah, ah,” Angelic moans punctuate each thrust. He’s nearly at the point he’s nonverbal; all you can do is try not to rip holes into the mattress and arch your back. “Neck.”

“Please,” you manage to choke out, and he’s leaning forward, nearly breaking you in half to press his tongue against your neck. You flinch when you realize his tongue is warm as he flattens it to slowly press along your throat. 

“Okay, okay, y-yes, I’m going…” 

Jimin brings his fingers to your clit while simultaneously sinking his fangs into your neck again. The conflicting sensations are nearly too much for your body to handle. Your pussy constricts around Jimin’s cock as you scream your orgasm out of you. Jimin comes the moment you do, so overcome with the power of your simultaneous orgasms, he collapses with dead weight on your body. It hurts how he falls, but you’re barely clinging to consciousness when he does. 

“Jimin.” 

Your voice is just as weak as your body, and you feel yourself slowly letting go of whatever was holding your head above water. 

When you wake up, you first notice the overwhelming scent of lavender. The t-shirt hanging off your shoulders is soft, and you snuggle back into the covers once you realize your body is clean. The bed sheets are, too, freshly washed, just like your hair and body. Two years ago, you would have been ashamed to pass out and leave someone else to deal with you - to clean, dress, and take care of you. 

Now you smile with the knowledge that someone in the world treasures you despite the monster you could be. Fuck, someone who became the same monster you could be. For you and no other reason. 

“Princess?” 

“You know I fucking hate when you call me that.” The blunt response is said with a smile. 

You open your eyes once more. The bright light filtering through the window’s blinds tells you you fell asleep late into the day. 

Jimin presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He’s also dressed in comfy, clean clothes - a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. The ends of his hair are still wet from the shower he likely just took. It explains how overwhelming all the lavender is - lavender detergent, hair products, and lotion. Lavender is the smell of home now. 

When you tilt your head up to look at him, you wince at the soreness in your neck. 

“Sorry,” Jimin apologizes sheepishly. “I think I went a little too hard last night.” 

You laugh as you press your hand against the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. You force your tongues into a fight for control, humming into his mouth as you taste the blood he must have just drank for lunch. 

“You never asked me to bite you,” you mumble against his lips. He tries nipping at your bottom lip with his blunt teeth, playful and nothing more. 

“It was nice to… be the other person doing it.” Jimin seems shy as he admits this; it’s not a feeling you’re used to seeing from him. 

“Most sires don’t let their baby vamps bite them,” you muse. 

“I’m not a baby,” Jimin whines. He pushes you over, pouncing onto you once your back hits the bed. “I just like it, okay? It makes me feel close to you.” He runs his nose along your jaw. 

You get it, though. Even if it’s unwanted, there’s a power dynamic that goes into biting. It’s easy to get high off of, even when you’re not the one with the venom in your dead veins. 

“We should try fangwarming.” 

A deep rumble, almost like a growl, vibrates from Jimin’s throat. The power behind the sound makes you laugh. 

“You’re so predictable, Park Jimin.” 

Jimin presses his smile against your throat. “You love me anyway, though.” 

It’s something you’ve told each other before, but hearing it still feels new and exciting. To know that it’s a love so potent you both were willing to change yourselves - in different but meaningful ways. 

“I love you too. For eternity, even.” You wrap your arms around Jimin’s waist and pull him closer. 

“For eternity.” 

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[pokemonranch]

So last month, I adopted a Glameow I named Figment from a foster home, and he is surprisingly the most affectionate Pokémon I've ever met. Day one, he curled up on my chest purring up a storm once he'd thoroughly explored his environment! Wherever I go, he has to be in the same room and will be a mini gray shadow.

I recently got a Pokécam to monitor him after a coworker suggested it, just to see what he was doing throughout the day. I thought he'd be napping in his tower bed or playing with his toys, but nope. He stuck by the door almost the whole time, and my heart broke when he started making the most mournful sound I've ever (and never) heard before. Now I feel so guilty leaving him by himself!

I want to adopt a buddy for him to play with so he doesn’t feel lonely, but I don't know where to start or how to tell which Pokémon he might form a strong bond with. Do you have any suggestions on how to go about choosing and introducing them to each other?

Aww, Figment seems like the sweetest Glameow, I'm sorry to hear he has such separation anxiety. You're right in makin' the call that he might do better with a buddy!

For starters, the straightforward solution is another Glameow, as many first-stage 'mons seem to do just fine with other unevolved members of the same species. Other similar 'mons like Meowth (Kantonian or Alolan), Eevee or even Sprigatito can be good companions for him as well, and they tend to have calm personalities that might help ground him. Sprigatito might be the best option here, as they release soothing aroma with their paws that can calm down Figment if he gets anxious when you're not 'round.

It's important to introduce 'em in a neutral but safe space, like the outside of your home if you happen to have a yard or something similar. You can also bring your Glameow with you to a potential shelter/adoption for him to meet his new friend and see if they get along before bringing 'em home!

[chickpea0]

u were so right abt puppyre jesse pinkman maybe u could do a puppy jesse moodboard!!! :3

Folks, I present: Jesse Pupman

Thank you very much for requesting this, I had a lot of fun lol. Jesse is such a good character and I love him to bits. I'm also submitting this to the petre/animalre contest that @theregressionlibrary is doing! Yay! Hcs below the cut :>

For starters I think he would unconciounsly resonate with working/obediant breeds. He really does want to be well-behaved and play by the rules but that's never worked out for him (caugh undiagnosed ADHD/ASD cough). He's a natural follower probably partly because he's been taught that he's always 'wrong' by so many figures in his life, though he can lead quite well when it's called for but he doesn't see himself as a leader. I think he usually gravitates to collie, alsation, shiba, jack russel types but he doesn't really care about breeds.

Doesn't really remember when it all started but he became very aware of it once Walt reentered his life. He had it rough before but good gravy.

He's often in a constant state of survival which doesn't let him slip or be any kinds of vulnerable until he feels safe. But to a certain point his brain just gets overloaded and does a force shut down, leading him to go pretty deep into doggy mode.

It's a big mix of comfort, stress, turmoil and dissociation but it does help him get through things, even if Jesse is a bit ashamed of it. He does quite like it when he can enjoy it though. I truly believe with an outlet/coping mechanism as strong as this, he could have escaped a lot of the show lmfao.

Alternative timeline: he embraces his regression, moves to "Oregon or whatever", starts a new life, does a lot of self disovery and maybe even meets a caregiver/guardian figure.

Still a lot of angst from his journey so far but he's like, safe. Yo.

I do think he would benefit from finding someone really caring though, and open minded. It'd do a lot of good for him to be able to meet someone who doesn't riducule him and instead forms a healthy, balanced bond with him.

And who buys him puppy chew toys (because those ones are softer on teeth)

btw when he's puppymode he has the biggest most expressive puppy eyes. if you care.

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[autisticlee]

I have realized I need more friends, especially a specific type of friend (chill, positive, very nice and gentle, shares interest in my interests, etc) so I've been putting a lot of time and effort and energy into trying to make a new friend, but I don't think it's working D: I genuinely don't know how to do it. I used to ask people if we can be friends but learned thats not correct and even got called creepy for it before...so i'm just exhausting myself for no reason because nothing is being reciprocated the way I want or need it to be.

i'm trying to learn about the person and tailoring my scripts to match them and what they seem to like about people they are friends with. but so far i'm not getting much reaction outside of general kind acknowledgment that all random strangers get. i'm trying so hard not to ramble or rant about anything or be "too negative" like i've been called many times for simply stating a related/relatable fact about myself. i'm trying to ask questions more questions like ive been told to do. i'm saying nice and positive things whenever I get the chance like i always do. i'm doing all the things people have advised me to do when ive asked advice, but it still feels like i'm looking through a window and not allowed to walk through the door! but see everyone else getting invited inside. I genuinely don't know what to do and how to make it better 🥲

when I look back in the past and how I made friends or starter talking to people, it always came from trauma bonding....often it would start from or be carried along by a shared interest, but one of the dominating factors was always trauma bonding and ramling and ranting at each other about the trauma we have gone through that relates to each other. I felt like I needed it at the time and felt like it helped, but now i've reached a point where it's too exhausting to go through repeated exposure to trauma stories and reexperiencing ny own traumas. plus it usually ends in failure and me adding more trauma to my plate because they have issues and lash them out at me, or decide they are upset that I have my own issues they trigger, and I do not want to do that anymore.

I don't want to befriend people through or to trauma bond. I don't want to befriend people who only want to talk about negative things or people who bring out those things in me. I want some positive and chill and fun friends. but I genuinely do not know how else to make friends. I don't know how to do it right. I don't know how to talk to people correctly. I don't know how to do any of this without trauma dumping/ l listening to trauma dumping and using that as the gateway to form friendships.

I don't know how to have friends that don't share same interests either, but I have realized that's only part of it. that part is fine I think. maybe that's the normal part. (it's my autistic intensity that's the "not normal" part and losing friends as soon as one of us loses that interest) but how do I befriend someone positively off of similar interests only, and not drop my dark lore or avoid letting them drop their dark lore and using that as the bridge? I simply can't figure out how to connect with people in any other way than the whole "I understand what you're going through/you're not alone/I'm here for you/this is a safe space you can come to" thing I tried building up my whole life. but that's only been exhausting and leads to dead ends.

I don't know how to form strong and positive connections with other humans, despite following every tutorial and advice I could find. I even tried heavily masking and learned I'm just no good at it, and I can't figure out if i've acted myself out of a personality, or if it's just a dissociative disorder causing me to have like 20 different ones (working with therapist now who is evaluating me for osdd/did because she says my dissociative levels are concerning. and honestly i feel like part if not all of it is due to my negative people experiences....so i really need positive ones!) i've been trying to keep all my rambles and rants and negative thoughts and feelings to this blog only. i'm not here on this blog to make friends. this is purely for me and myself and I. if anyone relates they are welcome to reply/comment or send an ask and share, but i'm not going to pursue a friendship over it.

I only want to accept positive and chill and fun friendships over my special interests and smaller interests (I have a whole other blog for just those) BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO IT. NOTHING ANYONE TELLS ME WORKS. i'm trying so hard to bond over interests with people but just cannot form any connections no matter how hard I try. it remains me being the only one to ever reach out and give (time/energy/attention/etc) while they can easily have 4747373 other friends and people they enjoy and care about and talk to and hang out with. so I don't think it's them. it has to be me. (I've had people saying it's not me, it's the people I try to talk to and I need to find other people. or even "the right people" but i'm not told how to do that or what it means. and i've spent years flipping through people like clothes on a rack and it's so tiring!!!!!)

don't know know what to do or how to do it, but need human interaction and genuine strong connection and can't force self stop craving that 😭😭😭😭😭

[py-dreamer]

Shadowalkers Au

Ok so I said I was gonna make this so here we go...

(I literally came up with this idea in the subway help) (I'm going to assume y'all have watched the movie)

Basically: Lmk cast in Wolfwalkers.

BUT

There is a little bit of different lore here

For starters, they're not wolves anymore. (it just didn't really make sense to me to make them into a different animal especially since both celestial primates can do the 72 transformations like it's no biggie) They're more like the enormous f*ck you smoke monster that Macaque introduced in his first episode. So you're a person when you're awake and a shadow when you're asleep.

Macaque takes the role of Mammy here and Bai He the role of Mebh Xiaotian plays Robyn and Wukong as Goodfellowe, ok? ok.

Bai He gets to be a little gremlin, Mk is big brother, Wukong is Good Dad TM and while not in here as much, Mac is also Good Dad TM

Now Mk and Wukong are regular stone monkeys from a far away mountain (SWK doesn't have all his OP taoist superpowers here). Their old home was burned down and they were forced to move. Wukong was already serving as a disciple under master Tripitaka when he took in a baby MK as his own. Tripitaka sadly perished in the fire.

The new town they move to is called the Diyu ruled under the 10th king in a long line of monarchs (why the background seemed so dark and a bit sinister in the last pic). Wukong serves as a hunter to get rid of all the shadow creatures in the nearby woods who seem to have a mind of their own.

But why get rid of them? Well you know how in the mythos, the Diyu was the land of the dead? Well in this au, Shadowalkers are known to be real but very rare and they have the power of healing and are said to be able to control the line between life and death. See what I'm getting at here?

Now because of Wukong's intense fear of death, and in this au he'd already been taught by the monk and now has a son of his own to worry about and without the layers of immortality to shield him, I figured, he'd be a lot more cautious and closer to Goodfellowe in this way. He'd still be more carefree and playful of course but he's still under the firm grip of the command of the king. (the circlet thingys on his gloves also signifies this)

The majority of the population here are humans since I wanted to single out Mk and SWK here and it just made sense so for the majority of the time, they wear cloaks so as to not frighten everyone.

Ok so about the abilities of the shadowalkers, oh boy,

One, they can heal. Two, they have their smoke monster like forms. Three, they can travel through shadows themselves and mare most powerful at night. When they travel in the shadows, they're flat like the surfaces they travel on. And like in the movie, a bite from a shadowalker can turn you into a shadowalker too.

Also concentrated light can hurt them. So for example a flame-tipped arrow can hurt them but not a small ray of sunlight.

Mk sneaks out after his dad one day (idk who could play the role of merlin here) and somehow finds Bai He and gets bitten in the woods. They bond and it's just an adorable thing yada yada.

At night, Mk finds out he's become a shadowalker and finds Bai He. She teaches him their ways and he returns home only to be found by the town who freak out. Wukong himself tries to impale him with his staff but fails. Mk is able to escape and make his way into the palace.

He finds a humongous smoke monster in a cage (aka macaque) and deduces that this must be Bai He's missing dad. But when he tries to free him, Mac tells him to get Bai He and leave cause it's to dangerous and Mk gets found by the king himself.

He wakes up in his person body and tells whoever plays Merlin to find Bai He and leave. She doesn't believe this and runs into town to find MK who's working and reluctantly does what she's told but feels betrayed.

Then she hears word that they were going to execute a giant shadow creature that the king had caught and runs to find it as she realized that they were talking about her dad.

She finds him all caged up and to stop her from getting hurt, Mk calls over to the village kids that he's caught the monster and they put her in a wooden cage (noo...the babies...)

Bai He breaks out anyways, runs to her dad and Wukong is told to catch the girl but Mac ain't having that no no no.

He goes from 0 to 100 and bites Wukong in the arm, giving Bai He the chance to escape but being locked up again in the process. Bai He declares war on the town and runs off.

We have the whole confrontation scene between MK and his dad and Mk frees Mac and they run off to escape. And FINALLY Macaque can reunite with his daughter (see I can be nice...)

...before getting impaled by Wukong's magic staff (nevermind)

(how on brand)

Bai He flees with the shadow creatures and the dying spirit of her father while MK tries to follow after them with Wukong holding him back. Mk falls asleep and transforms in front of his dad before the army caught up.

We have the whole climax battle between the imperial forces of the Diyu and the shadows + WUKONG GETS TO TRANSFORM INTO HIS 3 HEADED KAIJU WAR FORM HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(if you couldn't tell, I have a soft spot for this gremlin)

Then we have my personal favourite scene where the kids heal Macaque and HE'S ALIVE AGAIN YAY

They welcome Wukong into their troupe and FINALLY are able to leave and find their new home...

flower fruit mountain

Gosh that was a mouthful! I'm gonna go to bed now before I get yelled at...

I'll see if I update this au much with like redrawn scenes from the film or headcanons and such but idk, but feel free to drop any ideas in the comments!

(come to think of it, I should also make one of these for shennanigans in space..)

[littlemissgloomexe]

Untitled bootleg game [a pokepasta]

Has anyone else ever played one of those bootleg Pokémon games? Well, I had a weird experience with one. My friend, Anu, and I bonded over our love for Pokémon and would take pleasure in finding knock off games, and laughing at how ridiculous they were.

On the last day of school, something happened that stopped me from wanting to play any bootleg games. When I was walking out of school I was stopped by Anu, they shouted my name while running up to me, waving their arm in the air.

“Sarah! Hey, Sarah!!” They grabbed my shoulder when they finally caught up to me. “OW-! Watch it, dude!” they awkwardly apologized to me after I yelled at them. “Before you leave, I wanted to give you this.” They handed me a disk and a sheet of paper, they had a devious grin on their face as they handed it to me.

Before I could thank them, they ran away. I sighed and shook my head, then I walked out of the school. I was staring at the disk the entire walk home, I was really confused as to what it was, but I was somewhat excited at the same time.

Once I finally got home, I called for my parents but they didn’t answer, I was home alone. I went up to my room and put the disk in my computer then read the note Anu gave me along with the disk. The note had some sort of directions, it said; “Yet another bootleg Pokémon game!!! Safe route: Name your character “Storm” DeadStorm route: Name your character “Trait” HAVE FUN LMAO” So I figured out that Anu gave me a bootleg Pokémon game.

Apparently it had two different routes? I just went with it and booted up the game. Weird, there was no title on the start screen, I shrugged it off. There was a character on the screen, it was a girl with fluffy black hair, there were pieces of hair at the top of her head that formed a triangle form, they kinda looked like cat ears.

I clicked start and entered the name “Storm”, I’m gonna assume the character’s canon name is Storm. The game started with this “Storm” character in her room, as any Pokémon game would, the only difference was that there was no intro, no professor giving an introduction explaining how Pokémon inhabit the world and all that shit. Much like the title screen, I shrugged this off, I thought maybe the game was unfinished, if that’s true, I wonder how Anu got their hands on an unfinished game.

Something cool that I noticed almost immediately was that Storm’s idle sprite was animated instead of it just being a static standing pose. There was breathing and blinking animations, Storm’s room had this whole gothic style going on, which was also pretty cool too. I walked Storm over to her bedroom door only for me to be interrupted by a dialogue box

“Well, I better get going!”

My eyes widened “Oh cool, The protagonist actual speaks! Maybe she’ll have an actual personality?” I started talking to myself about how I think I might genuinely love this game, another line of dialogue snapped my attention back to my computer screen.

“…”

“My neck itches.”

I squinted at the screen, “What…? Does that have some hidden meaning or something?” I said out loud to myself, I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, it seemed like Storm didn’t have any parents as there was nobody downstairs to talk to her before she left. I just walked out of the door, nothing outside seemed strange or different, I decided to look at the menu hoping I’d find a little more information about the character I’m playing as.

I’ve gathered a bit of information about Storm: She has a Pokémon already, a female Mimikyu, so no choosing from a set of three starters, and Storm is 15 years old. That’s all I could find, as I’ve just started the game so everything else is just empty. I played the game like how you would with a normal Pokémon game and nothing interesting happened, I was about to close the game and shoot Anu a passive aggressive text until something interesting actually did happen.

As soon as I took the first step into a new route, the screen froze and turned completely white except for Storm’s sprite outlines, along with this, a loud buzzing noise played. I jumped at the sudden loud noise before leaning closer to the screen, I tried clicking the keys on my keyboard, nothing, until I hit enter, it brought up the menu for two seconds before the screen went completely black, white text slowly typed out on the screen.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing here?”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Then the game crashed. I ejected the disk then put it back in, and opened the game again. There wasn’t a continue option like I expected, I could only start a new game. I entered the new name “Trait” and loaded the new game. “What the hell is a DeadStorm route?” I said to myself while looking over Anu’s note. A few things were already different visually, Storm, or I guess “Trait” in this context, had a different hair style, the “cat ears” were gone and instead she had a weird antenna thing at the top of her head, along with hair tufts on the sides of her hair, one on the top right side, the other on the bottom left side.

Trait was pale, and her hoodie was a bit darker than the Storm sprites, the breathing and blinking animation was slower, and she had eye bags, she just appeared empty. I decided to look through her bag to see if anything changed, she had a few normal items, except for one, “Knife” I shrugged this off and walked Trait downstairs, she still had no parents

“I wonder where my family is”

I squinted at the screen, she didn’t say anything in the other route, the game definitely is unfinished, at least the first route is. I walked Trait outside and walked around her hometown, it was somewhat familiar, but that could just be me. Unlike I did in the first route, I went into other buildings in the town. I talked to the NPCs, who had nothing interesting to say, that was until I talked to the Pokémart worker.

She was a redheaded girl and she was referred to as “Ms. Rivers”. She had a long string of dialogue that I skimmed through, only catching a few words Rivers said, I stopped spamming enter when Trait had their own line of dialogue

“(She’s really starting to annoy me…)”

Then the string of dialogue ended. I jokingly said to myself “Well Trait…” I opened up the items menu “Why don’t you just kill her?” and I clicked the knife option, thinking nothing would happen, but I couldn’t be more wrong. The screen went black and then…

STAB STAB STAB STAB

A series of rapid stabbing sounds played before the black screen faded out and showed a detailed picture of Rivers dead. She was sitting with her back against the wall, her eyes wide open in shock and completely grey. She had stab wounds on her neck, shoulders and multiple wounds on her abdomen area, weirdly enough, the blood was pink rather than red and the image wasn’t pixelated.

The screen transitioned back to the overworld sprites, my jaw was dropped, I didn’t think this game would show gore. Another dialogue box appeared.

“…”

“I didn’t want to do that.”

Trait walked out of the pokémart without my control, like the game was playing a cutscene. When she was outside I could finally move her around again, she walked slower this time and people would actually try to talk to her, but her only response was “Not now please…”

“What the hell is going on?!” I said, my eyes were glued to the screen, I had nowhere to go but I continued to wander around the town. After I little over a minute of this, Trait stopped in front of a person, I couldn’t quite make out their appearance but I’m pretty sure they were a girl. An explanation mark appeared above Trait’s head and she ran away.

I was so confused, I texted Anu thinking they would’ve known something about this. They left me on read… of course. I looked back at the screen and Trait was standing in what looked to be an alleyway

“Please don’t make me go back there.”

“Please.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.”

At this point I just felt bad for Trait, I desperately tried to help them find a way out. Sure, I can be weird and feel bad for a fictional character. There wasn’t any other way out, the only way out was to go the same way Trait came in from. The same girl was waiting for Trait, she was carrying a machete and she walked closer to them and I pieced together what was about to happen. I didn’t want Trait to die, I spammed the “eject” button but my computer wouldn’t let me eject the disk.

Click click click click click

As the girl got closer

Click click click click click

But nothing happened. I wanted to cry, I felt so bad for this character. The girl stepped in front of Trait and one final dialogue box appeared.

“Look what you did. What have you done. Why did you do this to me.”

The screen faded to black and a cutting sound followed by a deep feminine voice grunting in pain played. Then a similar screen as the Rivers screen faded in. It was Trait’s headless body on the ground, front side down, and a pool of pink blood coming from her neck, her head was next to her body, a small amount of blood pooled from that too.

I felt sick. I covered my mouth with my hand. I wanted to cry. Then, the game crashed. I could finally eject the disk, I ejected it and put it back in hoping I could find a way to save Trait, but instead of the title screen it was just a black screen, white text appeared saying

“You don’t need to play this game anymore. You can stop now.”

And it crashed again. I immediately went to research the game to see if anyone could’ve known what this meant since Anu was no help. Not many people were talking about this game, but from the little information I’ve gathered, I’ve come to a conclusion; the creator of this game is most likely going through something awful and probably made it out of stress, but that could just be a stretch.

All I know for sure is… this experience scared me out of ever playing another bootleg game.

A/N: omfg what did I write. Thiz iz prob rlly lackluzter since I’ve never written a pasta before. If you read thiz far, firzt of all tysm, second of all I’m so sorry you had to suffer thru readin all of that </3 Your support iz highly appreciated!

[quirkwizard]

So lets talk about Mina's new Super Move.

For starters, I am so happy that we finally get some major showing of how dangerous Mina can be. With her being a relatively minor hero character, we haven't really been given a real chance to see what her Quirk can do. Now we have her doing more damage to Gigantomachia than anyone else in the series. It's interesting to hear her learn this method of training from Bakugou and Todoroki. I have to wonder if that's talking about what Endeavor said. About how they need to learn to compress and then release with their Quirk until it becomes natural. It certainly lines up with her seemingly compressing and then firing out her Acidman move and the high cost of using that process.

Now, I was confused about the name Alma for the Super Move since it didn't seem to mean anything, but I was able to figure it out after some digging. For those of you who don't know, the Acidman move is named after the Japanese rock band of the same name, and they made a song called Alma. Not only does the song have a heavy space theme, fitting with Mina's alien look, but it also works with the ideas that Mina is talking about in these chapters. The song itself is about love, specifically about how love can endure through time and tragedy. While the song can be more about romantic love, it fits with the idea of Mina talking about the bonds she is forming with her allies and the importance those have for her.

[6knotty6thotty6]

Unpopular Friendship Opinion

Ever since I joined the furry fandom, there's been a pet peeve I've been noticing, specifically with streamers and artists.

Don't try to force your way into people's cliques by constantly meddling in their conversations or doing grand gestures like buying expensive gifts or making a ton of free art. If you can tell that a clique is permanently closed off and won't let new people in, just accept it and move on. I've seen so many people see a steamer or an artist they really like and try desperately to be their friend in the worst ways possible. For starters, there's in infamous "hi" dm. Don't do this, ever. No one in the history of the internet has ever sparked a friendship that way. On the streamer's side, it's random chat members asking invasive questions. Or when the streamer is collabing with someone, or is talking about collabing with someone, and the random chat member asks if they can join. Like, no. They don't know you. Collabs are for their friends, not randos. Also, never invite yourself to something that was only meant for friends. If it's not an open event and the conversation for sed event was made by people who are clearly friends, don't butt-in and act like you can just show up. I also understand that some people just lack the social clarity to form friendships organically. Neurodivergencies such as Autism and ADHD can definitely inhibit one's social awareness and intelligence. So some people are just too awkward to communicate with new people.

Sometimes you can be good friends with everyone in a clique, but they won't officially let you in. People in cliques have outside friends all the time, but they're still low-priority and the last to be chosen for hangouts compared to their best friends within the clique. Is that fair? Probably not, but oh well. Who people choose as their best friends is not your choice to make.

People who've been lonely for a long time are also prone to being clingy to anyone who shows them an ounce of kindness. Just because someone is nice to you doesn't mean they want to be your friend. Being nice is just the right thing for a decent human being to do. There are plenty of people who are beloved by many but still only call 10 people their friends and only 3 their best friends. Clinginess is also a toxic trait that no one likes.

It's usually nothing against you. Some people are just extremely picky over who their best friends are. Or they just like the number of people and the dynamic of their clique as is, and adding a new person would disrupt that. Another sad truth is some people have a history of being betrayed and/or abandoned by their so-called friends and aren't able to open their hearts to new people, so they stay in their comfort zone.

People also severely underestimate just how much hard work comes into maintaining friendships. It requires constant and consistent communication to build up a friendship. Even if you don't chat directly every day, you still have to do some form of continuous bonding. This is why videogames and/or social media platforms like Twitch and Discord have been great gateways to so many friendships. So some people have just reached their emotional limits for friends and don't have the time or energy to make more.

I know the frustration of seeing other people experiencing the joys of best friends when that's something you've never had. I also know what it's like to be a "low-priority/odd-one-out" friend. This is why I was also guilty of being a desperate meddler. I didn't have anyone to call my best friend until I was 23 (I'm currently 24). It wasn't until I got my own clique that I realized how terrible and embarrassing that was. When I asked them why they let me in, they said it was because they liked my personality and wanted to get to know me more. I met them through Twitch and Discord. I was just chatting casually and trying to be a good supportive member of the community. That's really all it takes to make friends. Just be a generally kind and caring person, and you'll either find your tribe or you'll be invited to be part of one. It takes a long time. I took me a good 6 months, but it will happen eventually.

[belovedblossoms-m]

//Since I’m fully moved in to this new blog and I’m aching to get started for more threads, please like this post for a short starter! And also, please reply to which muse(s) of mine you’d like to interact with which including your own if you have a multi-muse as well!

[aeipathcy]

@unladielike * ✭ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

Reanne paused and wryly smiled as Vivian double-checked whether she would continue playing. She didn't have the heart to lie, but she didn't want to let her down either. After all, it'd be awful if she lost this chance to make a new female friend because she didn't want to play a simple game that was mostly reading. There was always the option of pressing the buttons and checking out while she played right?

Wait a second—this was so unlike her! Normally she would've been blunt about not liking this sort of thing! Was she that desperate for interaction that she became meek? Urgh, that was a pitifully disgusting thought. Now—she imagined herself slapping her cheeks as a form of psyching herself up—she had to reset! There was nothing wrong with stating her opinions! If she'd rather use the little time she had playing a different game, it was still valid!

❝ Eh, to be honest, I'm not really vibing with that one, Code: Realize. The heroine isn't clicking with me. The no touch thing ruins my soul, ❞ she began to explain, awkwardly laughing as she tossed a pigtail behind her shoulder, ❝ I mean, I live off physical touch. If the point of an otome game is for the player to live out an ideal romance, I need tons of physical affection in it—a fiery, bold protagonist too. ❞ This title was supposedly the best one to try when starting out with the genre, and now she was wondering if she would truly enjoy it like Vivian would if this basic starter game was something she would categorize the same as all the shoujo manga she used to read.

The girl went wide-eyed for a moment at the nickname suddenly bestowed upon her. Riri? Who the fuck was that? It took a couple seconds for the dots to click, and only then did Reanne find herself wondering if trying to befriend Vivian was a mistake. Weren't they a bit too different here? How was she supposed to feel having her name shortened to these weird phonemes that sounded nothing like her name at all? Her name.... AHHHHHH!

Still, it wasn't like her to give up at all. She'd make it work out somehow. Even if her younger self could last without true friends, the her of today could not—and so she wouldn't try to cut this bond before it had a chance to sprout and grow. Not to mention, her therapist did say more people in her social circle might help with certain impulse responses.

Reanne smiled in relief hearing Vivian's reassurance about the keychain. At least this was just an extra copy. That was good. She carefully stowed it away in her cardigan pocket, keeping her hand there to ensure it was kept securely. While she didn't catch the meaning of this 'yumejoshi' term, she wouldn't say anything about it. It seemed the other girl was sort of in her own world right now and the Reanne was not about to burst her bubble.

❝ You got something different to recommend that I might enjoy more? I'll return Code: Realize and that other one you gave me next time we run into each other, ❞ she interjected to steer the conversation something back to something she could actually reply to, ❝ and also—just call me by name. I hate nicknames. They kill me inside. ❞

[fellstcr]

        byleth’s relationship call / permanent starter call !

    NOTE: by liking this post , you are letting the mun of this blog know that it’s okay to:

ask for your dms (privately!) / ping you in messages impromptu !

tag you in random starters !

send in random asks even when unprompted by memes !

basically you’re just formally letting me know that you’d not only like to form a unique bond with byleth IC, but that you’d be open to gaining a new rp partner who may or may not be randomly inclined to gush w/ you a whole lot without it being a bother  ;;v;; 

   p.s. if  you  run  multiple  blogs  (or  a  multimuse  ! ) please specify who/what for via reply so i can get back to you !

TIER — o1 .

                               ( enemies ! )

it takes a lot to get on byleth’s bad side, admittedly (unless you’re a slithers member). however, if your muse is a VILLAIN and you would like to lean into that full-stop versus a... fairly altruistic hero who has the ability to REWIND TIME, here’s the opportunity to! byleth has gone out of her way to stop crimes all across isola of her own accord, and has even joined a guild out of her need to shelter and protect. so it’s all fair game.

                               ( cat &. mouse. )

a step between enemies and rivals! generally speaking, if you would like to have your character engage in the occasional mental spar - or as i like to say, “play 4D chess”, there’s a place for that as well! byleth is not only very heroic but is more than capable (and willing) to get her hands dirty to get a job done. she’s also on board with morality debates, if that’s your muse’s cup of tea.

                               ( rivals. )

is your muse competitive? perhaps they wield a weapon themselves? well, byleth is a famed swordswoman in her homeland, and very rarely (if ever) bested in combat. if that’s something your muse would get hung up over, and would create a friendly rivalry, byleth can handle it. though, do note that it will most likely be a ONE SIDED rivalry. byleth just does not have very strong feelings about competition. she knows her worth as a warrior and has no qualms whether she wins or loses. (if anything, she’ll probably greatly commend you for being able to best her in combat. it so rarely happens.)

                               ( acquaintances. )

your standard meet and greet. byleth sees your muse around sometimes, yours sees her around sometimes. they say hi, might grab a cup of tea or stop by a bakery every now and again. just your classic friendly neighborhood pals doing pal things, without getting into the meat and potatoes.

TIER — o2 .

                               ( workmates.)

byleth works at THE LIONHEART GUILD alongside corvus and others. she is primarily an offensive unit, who also doubles as a medic. if you’re part of lionheart, or their partner guild NO-EX, feel free to hit byleth up! she’s always willing to spend time with her allies. strong bonds begets better results, as far as byleth is concerned.

byleth is also a seasoned COMMANDER, even if she can’t quite remember it in her main/isolan verse atm. so to work alongside her might also mean working under her command, or vice versa!  basically: she’s very, very used to working in team dynamics. both in positions of power and as part of the grunt work.

                               ( partners-in-crime. )

this is more for people who are closer to byleth (cast mate or no). but essentially , whether you work with byleth in lionheart or not, your muse could potentially be someone that byleth considers an equal as a warrior. someone she can count on to make swift decisions and watch her back! and whom she will protect in turn. someone who can be a partner-in-crime with byleth will very rarely need her to speak to understand what it is she needs to get done. of course, being strong allies on the battlefield will also tie into some tier o3 suggestions as well!

                                (mentor / mentee. )

this can work two different ways! if your muse is OLDER, then byleth would be the mentee. someone who byleth can grow close to and lean on. not quite a parental figure, per say, but certainly  someone that byleth can talk to when/if she decides she needs to seek counsel. if your muse is YOUNGER, then byleth can and has easily slipped into an older sibling role before! she’s a natural at it. so if your muse would like to have an older sibling who is quiet, but a very good listener - not to mention someone who will protect you from all harm - then byleth’s your girl! she is VERY good at what she does.

                               ( student / teacher. )

similar to the mentor/mentee, but with combat! byleth is a mercenary by trade and a teacher of combat arts by profession. she’s skilled with basically every kind of weapon you can think of. (swords are her specialty, but she’s also well-versed in bows, lances, axes, hand-to-hand, etc.) she’s also an INCREDIBLE tactician. she knows how to read a battlefield and conduct herself and her units accordingly. if this is an area of interest for growth for your muse, byleth is the person to learn from. :) she’s also willing to learn from others who are just as, if not more, skilled!

TIER — o3 .

                               ( close friends. )

//toots the b support horn// ! listen, byleth very much needs close friends in her life. people she can consistently go to when she’s feeling lonely and doesn’t want to be alone. she’ll be more likely to send a text/letter your way, and coordinate with you to spend time together. she also can and WILL go out of her way to memorize your favorite things and gift them for you, inevitably. those who reach this rank will find that byleth is an incredibly thoughtful and kind friend who will ALWAYS put your needs first. let her dote on your muse !!

                               ( ride or die. )

similar to close friends except you’re one of byleth’s Priority People. her inner circle. you know how introverts have about... 2-3 people they consistently hang out with/want in their lives? you’re one of the chosen few for byleth. (cast members of the blue lions and the church of seiros would automatically fall into this category! i’d also lump the ashen wolves into this category as well, considering what goes on in the DLC. students from the other houses can also fall here with pre-established relationships plotting. :3)

                               ( found family. )

this is the top tier of the top tier list. the bread and butter. the “byleth would actually lay down her life for you without hesitation and would do so GLADLY” vibes. if byleth considers you one of Her Own then there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you. she’s a thousand times more likely to put her full and complete trust in your muse, which - of course - can be a double edged sword. people in this category, as well as “ride or die” , will find that byleth... is especially vulnerable at this stage. meaning that she’s more easily hurt. she’ll take your words into DEEP consideration, even if they’re negative and/or untrue. your word is god to her, and so to get to this level of relationship with byleth means that you will most definitely be taken VERY seriously by byleth, intentionally or no.

TIER — o4 .

                             ( misc. )

basically for anything i might have missed that might be worth discussing/exploring! i’m not... entirely sure what to put here tbh?? anything that requires substantial plotting/pre-planning/chemistry, basically. hmu, essentially. >:)

[sunlessea]

happy sunday, let's talk about the curators / m.asters of the b.azaar / kindred elders ! bc man there is SO MUCH to know about them when it comes to shipping / n.s.fw contexts.

for starters, it's important to know some of their like ... actual lore for their species / what they are as a society {in this case with my blog lore, they are vampires, but they ARE still vampires.... from space! so.} all curators are intersex{***} to some degree. most of them have both male/female binary sexual anatomy, the {***}exception being runts who are born on one strict side of the sex binary.

even then, their physicality doesn't define their gender identities, although it may influence it for each individual depending on their own sense of identity. the m.asters of the b.azaar and curators themselves view themselves as entirely genderless {the most common pronouns for their people are it/its, with occasional deviations, such as mr ca.ndles who, as a runt, identified more with male pronouns.}

that said, their concept of gender itself as humanity knows it is loose if not nonexistent. they have some preferences here and there {say, some prefer being referred to as a husband or just spouse over wife, or may present more masc over femme / vice versa, etc}, but mostly just simply do not care how people perceive them. {a great deal of london referred to the masters with he / him until time went on and they correctly fell into the habit of calling them it / its whilst the society changed with its new setting.}

sexually, most of the masters utilize every advantage they have in a physical sense for encounters, some being kinder than others, more dominant than others, etc, etc. whilst personality traits ofc vary depending on the individual, the curator species as a whole is......................... horny. like EGREGIOUSLY horny, like INSANELY multiple times a day multiple days a week just for funsies horny. 🤡 with very few exceptions, there are outright some masters who are incapable of forming a romantic relationship with individuals who AREN'T interested in sex bc it's such a huge, huge HUGE part of their bonding / relationship process.

there ARE exceptions, though, such as mr p.ages who, while still ^ in that category to some degree, is more entranced by the concept of romance and more than capable of finding alternatives with a partner who ISN'T interested in sex. pa.ges is, however, an outlier in its society.

they have near endless stamina compared to people of earth / the neath, additionally. they can go for an inhuman amount of time wrt sex and as such, often will prob have to stop at some point for their partner unless expressly permissed not to or if dealing w someone who can match that energy.

curators rly have no sense of shame, they don't view sex in a prudish light {*minus mr p.ages, who has a reputation for BEING a prude, which is ironic! bc it certainly is not! but it has a reputation to uphold you see :)} nor do they see any issue in exploring every potential sexual avenue. that said, they tend to adhere to their partner's boundaries bc they simply don't have any themselves (largely) {this assumes the presence of consent with moral partners, btw. common sense.}

things outside of this depend on the master themselves, ie / their personality during and how they interact with their partners / what kinds of things they're into {vei.ls is unhingedly rough / dominating / mind break-y, p.ages is a manic pixie fae nympho, virtues is outright religious blasphemy, wi.nes is a hopeless romantic, etc, etc, etc, so on, so forth.} but as a baseline, the masters are loudly sexual creatures, genderless, vampiric, extremely open-minded and liberal freaks (affectionate)

tldr the masters F U C K LKEMRHKJNEMRHKJNM

[sigmadolos]

angry sigma starter call - @ofpowr​​​ 

   Water droplets dripped from Sigma’s hair as he sat against the wall for a moment, heart still pounding in his chest. They needed to move, Dazai had a timer after all given that poison. But his head fell forwards, resting against his knees as his fingers curled into the wet fabric of his clothes. He was a fool. He was the same fool he’d always been.

   Tears burned his eyes and he could hear Dazai moving as he slowly lifted his head. Each tear burned as it rolled down his cheek, even as he forced a too cheery smile for their situation while his eyes closed. God, they both were fake, weren’t they? Dazai and him. What a pair.  He swallows the lump that felt like it was suffocating him.  “  It hurts so much.  “  It comes out as a whispered croak, far louder than he would have wished. Even the hellish torture of the Furies in Tartaros might have been less painful than this. Of seeing people burn each other and turn to tear each other limb from limb. Of being thrown aside or reduced to just his ability again. Again. After everything he’d been through, it always came back to his damn ability. Like he was just a tool to be used and thrown aside time and time again. He’d thought this was different. He’d cared for them, he’d treasured those bonds. It had seemed like it was different for so long - but Fyodor had just been so willing to drown him or burn him alive alongside Dazai, and Nikolai just wanted his ability now. It felt like this pain was a knife twisting deep in his chest. His head HURT, burning with sorrow and something darker. 

   “  ....I’m angry. That’s new.  “  Sigma’s smile lingered for a moment before it faded and his eyes slowly opened. What was ordinarily an inviting and warm silver gaze had turned as hard as bullets, even with the tears that still slowly fell.  “  I’m...really, really angry.  “  He’d had people treat him worse, but THIS is what made him angry, this was what it made feel like something ugly was being formed in his chest. Even when he’d killed, it’d never been maliciously intended, only necessity.  He had nothing left to lose. His gaze flicked up to look at Dazai probably now, grey unyielding in the angel’s new found anger.  “  We’re bringing them both down.  “  Somehow. Even he wasn’t sure to what he might do or what extent his wrath burned. He only knew that if he was falling from the Heavens, he’d drag them down to crash into the mud with him.

[more-than-a-princess]

Just a small reminder:

As I get ready to share IC starter memes again (IC starter memes and plotted starters are the best ways to begin a thread with me! I rarely, if ever, do starter calls), I just want to remind my mutuals of the following. These are in my rules and pinned post, but the latter hasn't been working properly for some time:

I am a multi-para to novella roleplayer for most IC threads, and prefer my writing partners be as well. I leave one liners and 1-2 paragraphs for dashcomm and/or crack only, and I tend to write these with muns I'm already threading with.

I use most starters as a starting point for threads. If you are sending me a prompt, please be interested in writing a thread! It is discouraging on my end to write a detailed starter and then never see a reply. If you have questions or concerns about the starter I've written you, please reach out and chat with me.

I cap all starter meme submissions, but please don't let that put you off from sending something in. This is more for my benefit, so I do not get overwhelmed with the amount of starters I write at any given time and so I can stay on top of current threads as well. I never want to take on more threads than I can keep up with at any given time: that's not fair to me or you!

For romance dynamics: this is a slow-burn blog. It is very unlikely Sonia will fall in love with your muse at first sight or in her first thread with yours (unless you are writing Gundham, and even then, she will not act on those feelings immediately). It's very unlikely she will fall in love with your muse during a first date, either. The romantic ships you see on this blog have grown from many interactions, many OOC chats and plotting, or most likely both. Platonic friendships are much easier for my muse to form than romantic bonds: please don't try to push a romantic ship too early, and especially without chatting with me (it's also why I don't do shipping calls over here: those tend to reveal themselves along the way!).

I'll be reblogging this again later tonight and during the day tomorrow for maximum visibility, but I've had some questions and issues regarding these points in recent months and wanted to clarify them for mutuals new and old before I start taking on new threads.

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Send 👍 for my muse to approve of something yours did. i totally forgot the point after resuming this 2 months later but yknow

Ninira had been on international panels of realm-shaking importance before. She had observed the polite confusion when Admiral Merlwyb outlined an action plan with nautical jargon; when an Ul'dahn ostiary turned his palm out for a tip, she had coached the Elder Seedseer herself on the Ossuarry's practices; on a half-night's sleep she had been summoned to interpret Dozol Meloc's nervous squawks for a Halonic Inquisitor.

Part of her wanted to admit that each experience paled to the council afore her.

"If it's called the Sea of Clouds," L'selle went on, "and instead of depth, your traveling is measured in altitude, that makes--what?--the heavens your ocean floor?"

Every eye in the Congregation moved to L'selle. He returned his cider to his lips with a bastard's contentment and a foreigner's disregard. Across the table, the bastard and the foreigner mulled through their grief. Ninira sank under her embarrassment.

"I just think so," L'selle started again.

"Then don't--" Rothe hissed, but Estinien interrupted:

"No, no, let him have it."

Ninira prodded L'selle and transitioned one of her biscuits to his plate. Momentarily distracted, he broke a chunk of it free and stuffed it into his evil mouth.

The others regrouped.

Estinien was still trying to keep from laughing after the first outburst to L'selle's conclusion. "None of us can say the man's wrong."

"Neither can we say he's right-headed for it," Rothe insisted. "If he and I are to be arrested--again--then surely the Inquisition will be less forgiving than the Alliance towards that rat's complete lack of documentation. I have enough funds to collect ingredients from the Crozier, not to post bond."

Estinien was of no help: "Bond? One would think the clergy venal enough for such an institution, but no, sir, not here."

Ninira sympathized--especially under the continued judgement of the Congregation regulars. "If the Holy See has permitted you thus far, you should be in no danger of rejection at this point."

"That's right!" L'selle asserted. "If airships wanna hawser and gaff their way into other city-states for their markets, they ought to think about what truths and lies they bring back in new perspectives. The horizon may be neverending but this world's small."

Rothe whined something about Rhalgr moving in skies too far east to protect them. For his part, Estinien renewed the debate when he gave a half-formed contribution about there being the cardinal directions to account for in addition to altitude. 

"Oh, aye, that grasshopper thing you do," L'selle said contemplatively, though still talking around a mouthful of food.

Estinien pointed his knife in Rothe's direction, wagging it with no concept of how plainly threatening it was, and squinted as he struggled to recall, "Not that chapuli debacle?"

Rothe slapped his palms to the table. L'selle howled at the memory and roared his pride, too far distracted now to correct Estinien. And Ninira smiled sheepishly into the face of the approaching guard.

"Gentlemen. Lady Ninira," the knight began his censure--and never continued. L'selle sprung up from the bench, already "in the know of what a swad's got to say," and bounded for the exit.

The first to grumble "leave him" was also the first to follow. Rothe tightened his scarf about his face and chased the ever-more-faraway sound of L'selle's raucous chatter.

Estinien dismissed the gaping soldier with a curt shove at the man's regiment badge. He turned to offer Ninira his hand, but he hesitated when formality seized him. It was too late--Ninira took hold of his palm and gave a tug for his attention. He bent to her.

"How long until they have half the Pillars on alert for renegades and drunks?" she asked, the last one to lose her reserve.

He felt the return of his laughter in the squeeze of her hand. "Fury knows I'm looking forward to it."