#002. ❛ I’m not the answer to the questions that you still have. ❜ — ( asks. )

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@tempestflames / random headcanon time x2.

really double teaming me here aren’t ya. I’m gonna count these as two.

Izuku can’t stand accessories or skin additions on his body. whether it’s makeup, a bandage or nail polish, he absolutely cannot stand it and will immediately try to take it off. this even extends to things like jewelry; his mom had his ears pierced as a baby so he could wear earrings if he wanted to, but steadfastly refuses.

while they can easily avoid most things that hang off their body or apply to their skin, they’re more prone to injuries than their peers, which usually means bandaids are a thing. they have to be watched super closely to make sure they won’t immediately pick it off after application.

so duly note that pulling Izuku into girl’s night: not a good idea.

[blastzoned]

@ericense​ / sentence starters for deaf/mute muses

“I’m sorry if my sign language isn’t very good.”

          well color him surprised. on one hand, she’s not wrong. whatever that kid was attempting to sign is absolutely fucking atrocious, enough that he could pinpoint at least three things wrong with the whole attempt. on the other hand, the kid is trying and that’s more than he can say for most people.

          ❝  wasn’t bad,  ❞  he insists, quick to crouch down to her level. to be honest, Katsuki can’t say he knows a whole damn lot about Eri, but one thing’s for certain. the damn extras were right about the kid being sweet.

          ❝  I can hear you, you know?  if I got these,  ❞  he pauses momentarily to tap the side of one of his black-and-orange hearing aids,  ❝  then I can hear ya. what d’ya need, shortstack?  ❞

[calsvoid]

for the character ask 002 Bobby Nash

(I love how you're fighting with polls, I also hate that you can't delete them)

character ask game

reply threads are so great tumblr can you make a fucking x button for polls

anyway

version two — give me a character and i will tell you:

how I feel about this character:

i need to fuck that old man

and then also hold him tight and keep him safe because he needs stability and love in his life and let him know that he never needed to be perfect or even great and the pain he suffered wasn’t a punishment it was just life and it’s not his time yet

all the people I ship romantically with this character:

it’s athena it’s just athena who else no one could beat THE athena grant they’re soulmates i love them they’re so perfect each other THE married couple of all time even if i wanted to ship anyone else i couldn’t because she’s literally right there and nobody else matters

my non-romantic OTP for this character:

will never not hate rockmond for taking away bobby and michael bestieism from me they were perfect together husbands in law besties god brought them together because god can be kind sometimes and by god i mean tim there was always support between the two of them and they were so good at communicating their issues and urghhh just every scene between the two of them is amazing

also him and the kids like the firehouse field trip and all his moments with may and always caring about them ugh i love this family if they don’t give me more moments next season ill fight someone

my unpopular opinion about this character:

i think the only one i have remotely is that i don’t want him to retire yet, i think they absolutely could do well with it (especially if that one food truck idea gets followed through ppeawepleaseoleasepleawepleaseeapsleapslewapslw) but ill just miss him as captain even though i know his attitude towards his job isn’t like athena’s so it might happen but ill be sad because change is hard

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

um his fucking house didn’t burn down

no bc i get it but oh my fucking god BRING THE GRANT NASH HOUSE BACK TO ME TIM YOU ARE EVIL AND YOU BETTER BE READY WHEN I FIND YOU

also my previous answer before season seven probably would’ve been more details on his childhood but guess what tim hates me and he wants to make both me and my husband suffer through the horrors

my OTP:

me and bobby

lol no it’s bathena of course it is, they are such a beautiful couple and i’m on my rewatch and “thanks for coming to get me” “always” never fails to make me a believer in true love like it is insane how much love you can pack into one word they’ve always got each other’s backs and they are just soooo in love they’re everything to me

my crossover ship:

once again no one because i’m not big into crossovers unless real life counts then it’s me and bathena

a headcanon fact:

i like to think after he retires he’ll be a lot more involved in charity work and whatnot, like he’d probably still help a lot with the 118 fundraisers and then do more with his local church. he and buck would probably make homemade meals and donate them to a shelter idk i just think it’s cute. and the firefam kids help too because kindness and volunteer hours

[whoredmode]

for the ask game 002 for troy

Send me one of three prompts

let’s smoke cigarettes. together.

How I feel about this character: 

i love him. when i first got into sr1 i definitely enjoyed him just fine, but over time just thinking about his role and development and his general character it really turned into a very deep love for him. he’s such an interesting character to me and he plays an important role in my canon for a reason. one of the characters i’ve enjoyed developing and using for stuff the most bc he has a unique position in the context of the story that has a lot of potential places to go, and since the actual games just kinda. ignored him. it’s fun to give him an actual role and arc.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

troyteros is the most obvious. i didn’t even intend for it to happen, but it did and now their relationship and history is super important to both his and anteros’ respective developments. i think this just goes for troy/boss in general. i think it’s a fascinating relationship even just on a surface level. as far as others, none immediately come to mind? troy’s a loner.

i’ve seen troy/johnny before and i’ll say i’m mildly intrigued by the idea but that would have to be a dynamic that would take like. decades.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

does dex and troy count? bc i could talk about their dynamic for HOURS. i love bitches who hate each other and go through hell together and still come out the other side hating. i love it so much. i love how painfully connected they are, how their dynamic is based on the cyclical nature of the relationships in sr1. it’s like they’re both aware they’re trapped in a time loop w a person they can’t stand. it’s so compelling to me. way more than it ever could be romantically, imo.

also! from my own canon. shaundi and troy. they have a minor subplot that starts in saints in hell/GooH side story where shaundi is helping troy become sober. this goes into sriv where she’s still helping him w it. i think they’d end up having a really interesting friendship all things considered. it’s a dynamic i think about A LOT!!

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

he’s an important member of the cast?? maybe more targeted towards the how the games ended up treating characters like him and dex. i guess that kinda plays into the next prompt.

ig as an actual answer to the question. i think he was more than happy to quit his job in srtt. excited even. i don’t think he ever had any friends in the SPD, and i genuinely think a lot of ppl actively disliked him. it’s why it was so easy for ultor to convince several cops to be on their payroll and work against him.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i wish he got an actual conclusion. like he doesn’t have to appear in every game, but holy shit i hate how sr2 handles him. he should’ve had an actual confrontation w the boss, not just relegated to homie you get after completing an activity. where is their reunion? where is their conversation? there’s a million things left we deserve to see w him and the saints and we get none of it.

also a bit of a nitpick but. like i have him do in my canon, i think in sr2 if you call him for help he should be disguised or in normal clothes. like be serious. no way in hell he or the boss should be fine w him all dressed up like that while they go commit crimes

My OTP:

for him? troyteros. like hands down. no contest. there’s a reason they seem to get together in like all my AUs.

My crossover ship:

not really a crossover person….does santo ileso blues count as a crossover bc it features the reboot….can i count it in this case so i have an answer and say him and jimrob have a vague friendship. like the one friend he’s made in santo ileso after 10 years.

A headcanon fact:

like all my family lore for him. he’s the youngest of his family. has an older brother and sister. anteros saw a picture of his brother once and was like oh i could’ve had this bradshaw……..

[neoyi]

I think I’m late to the ask game thing but if you’re still doing it… 002 for Puzzle Knight?

Never too late. I will answer as long as people send me questions because I'm a loudmouth with opinions.

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: I'm not gonna lie, I don't think any of the newer characters from the SK spin-off games had the chance to ruminate in my mind on account of them being the most recent batch of games from the series. And this is speaking relatively, but Pocket Dungeon is not what I would consider high in the story department. Shovel Knight games have always been gameplay first, story second, but the latter tend to be semi-involved for a platformer, especially compared to its 8-bit predecessors that SK paid. lip service to. Fair, Pocket Dungeon is just following in the latter era's footsteps and for a game largely meant as an excuse to play as a bunch of your favorite SK characters in a puzzle roguelite, it's understandable that narrative and character motives would be even lighter than the norm. My interest in nerdy characters tend to go back-and-forth, and traditionally, I generally do not lean towards Absent Fathers because they've historically been forgiven for actions that do not justify their absences. Fortunately, Puzzle Knight DOES have a damn good excuse why he's been away for so long and for the most part, I do genuinely love it when fathers (or father figures) are portrayed as competent, adoring parental figures, something that is very clear with Prism Knight (their ending scene is utterly sweet.) And hey man, he only ended up in the cube because of a rumor of a great treasure (a magical telescope) that he had planned to gift to his daughter. So, not only do these two have a good relationship, it sounds like Prism takes after her father with potential interest in the field of science. I'm also quite fond of his helmet because its resemblance to a keyhole is such a clever, appropriate visual design that encapsulate his entire theme. I do wish that he had been the final boss of PD and only the final boss, a byproduct of his time in the Puzzle Cube that slowly worsen his mental condition that only the heroes can break him out of (well, that, and Puzzle realizing he went too far.) I've had grave issues on the lessening impact of The Enchantress as the series progresses. When you have a character portrayed as competent and utterly horrifying, involving her in these inane little plots only for her ass to routinely get kicked does little for her credit. Maybe that's the point (YCG seem keen to keep her as a reoccurring villain), but until the inevitable SK2 figures out a way to keep her fresh (ain't nothing wrong with a reoccurring Big Bad; Ganondorf's been doing it for approx. 56 games and he's almost always threatening), it really sucks she stuck her toes in a game that really didn't need her (outside of being an unlockable playable character just for the sake of filling a roster, which, no problem with that, she's somebody's favorite character and they should be allowed to play as her) when Puzzle Knight as the true baddie through and through would have more than sufficed. And he is, indeed, fascinating, because for all his pleasantness, he's a shady motherfucker. His original goal was to literally trick whichever PC you were playing to take his place so he could escape. I imagine time spent in the cube has rose his desperation and even the wisest of men is wont of immoral actions after a certain point, even if said action is just to escape. So you got a guy who misses his family and just wants to get the fuck out, but is at the point where he's willing to be secretive about it. (Actually, I'm not sure why Puzzle Knight played along with his plans and pretended to be a stranger even though she had no motive or recourse to do so, other than keeping the plot twist that she's his daughter till the end.) Huh, what do you know, I had a lot more to talk about this guy than I thought. But for how I FEEL about Puzzle Knight? He's alright. I have a reasonably neutral reaction to his character: he's fine, but I don't love him, and he doesn't do anything for me to flip tables either.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I mean, probably his wife. I'm sorry, I don't think about this guy enough to wonder who else he'd fuck.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: In retrospect, I should have talked more about his familial relationship with Prism here since their overall relationship is very sweet. So, uh, see above. Actually, I love the idea of Puzzle maybe running into either Luan or King Mom at some point and just talking parenthood. I think it would be hilarious to witness a conversation on how Puzzle and Luan raised their children. Largely, I'm of the assumption Puzzle was traditional in his approach before he disappeared while Luan tried, but his habit of running off to steal (maybe to provide for Reize, who knows) with his boyfriend Donovan, meant HE was likely more of an absent father, necessitating him to place Reize in the Hedge family's care. Honestly, I love Luan a lot, but while circumstances are nebulous on how he parented, Reize is really independent for a child his age that I do wonder if a part of it is because his old man wasn't around as much. That's a lot to unpack, but not for this question session. King Mom would obviously talk about how she has overtly cuddled her child with hopeful delusions that he'll eventually achieve independence and go live his best life like she had (I still think she used to go on adventures), a dream that could only happen if she stopped coddling him and he, in turn, got over his own personal delusions. And then after all that chit-chat, Puzzle would just be like, "yeah, I think I'm doing a pretty decent job raising my child."

My unpopular opinion about this character: I mean, I don't think I have one.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: See above: he should have been the sole Big Bad of Pocket Dungeon.

my OTP: Uhhh, I mean, him and his wife????

my cross over ship: N/A (yeah, get use to this. I've done crossover ships, but not for any SK character except that one time with Propeller Knight and Drifter, Hyper Light, and that was just for funsies.)

a headcanon fact: Really boring one, but I think he teaches at a university. It's rare and I can't find the screencaps I took of some specific dialogues of his, but I recall they kind of imply Puzzle Knight is a bit of a pompous intellect. At his worst, he's condescending and boast about his brainsmart to whomever. His clothing, while not fancy in the way the nobles dress, seem to imply a higher status than most of the other medieval-lite denizens. At the least, it looks dignified and respectable. It's possible he got far purely for being a goddamn NEEEEEEEEEEEEERD. Also, his name is "Puzzle Knight." You would do well to rely on the guy who could crack every known mathematical riddle that likely earned him that title. He would absolutely be the type lecturing at a fancy ass school.

Fucking NERD.

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[channwie]

𓍯 MIRAGES OF YOU ( A MINI SERIES ) ⋆ FEAT. BYAKUYA KUCHIKI & AIZEN SOSUKE ─ ⋆

002 — omnipresent dreamer.

It’s midnight when you rouse from a dream, your cheek pressed against the wood of your desk.

The vacant study seated on the west wing of the Kuchiki Manor has been renovated in the previous week following your release from the clan’s infirmary. On Byakuya’s orders.

You think if you’d prefer to be imprisoned by anyone, it’d be him. He makes being locked away from your real office in the Gotei thirteen’s barracks feel eerily comforting. That, and he spent a considerable amount to have all your things moved to the estate on such short notice.

“Soul partition?” A voice echoes from the phone held loosely at your ear.

The sliding door is open only an inch — just in case your beloved husband departs his post at the Sixth Division earlier than anticipated.

“I’m asking if it’s a possibility, Kisuke.” You whisper into the line, rotating the miniature sized piece of paper in the palm of your other hand, numbers scrawled fine. “Not that I know it’s for sure.”

Urahara hums on the other side of the line. You hear his wooden sandals clanking in the background, is he pacing? “There are only a few cases of beings who are capable of this technique, like—”

“Coyote Starrk.” You finish, and your mind goes back to Karakura, quite literally.

The numero uno Espada was capable of sharing his soul with a counterpart, the case files from all that transpired sit somewhere in Byakuya’s study. “Supposedly the Arrancar’s reiatsu was so great, that upon creation, one vessel could not satisfy it's output.”

Do you trust me?

“It wouldn’t be impossible for him to have a separate vessel harboring a piece of his soul. It would explain how he’s still able to access you.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you sit up, gaze following the flow of the river outside the corridor in the moonlight. Urahara doesn’t need you to say it, he’s well aware of what you’re about to say.

“I need to know, Kisuke.”

“If you really—” Urahara pauses, there’s a bit of static over the line. “Really want to know—” He’s hesitating. Something of this nature shouldn’t be spoken over the phone, it’s outrageous.

“Say it already.”

“The answer to your questions would have to come from the source.”

Your blood runs cold. Urahara goes silent on the other end of the line, and he knows what he’s saying — he’s a man of logic, experimentation. However…

“Surely, you don't mean—”

“Aizen Sosuke is the only one who would know.”

The last time that man was inside your head it left you in the Kuchiki clan’s infirmary. You can’t, no, you absolutely refuse, to let him back into your head of your own volition. If he wants to enter your head again, he’ll have to do it by force.

“You told me yourself, he said you let him in.” Urahara reasons, it’s the only way. Either that or begging the Captain Commander for clearance to enter the Central Underground Prison, and permission to see Aizen.

And you’re the last person the Gotei thirteen would let see him.

“And you expect him to tell me outright if he severed his soul or not?”

“Maybe, if you did let him in like he suggests.”

“I didn’t let him in—” you defend. Beyond your better senses, you believed you killed every fragment of memory you held of Aizen Sosuke that day in Karakura. The day he took whatever sanity you had left.

“Perhaps not willingly.” He sighs, and you look down at your lap, hanging your gaze low. “I’ll look into the soul partition theory.” Urahara breathes, “I’ll ring your office line if anything comes to light.”

“Thankyou, Kisuke.”

“(Name.)” The man pauses before he hangs up, an air of hesitation lingers. “If he’s accessing your mind at will, then—”

“Kyoka Suigetsu, sir.”

Byakuya stands from his chair immediately, and Renji turns to the fellow member of the Sixth Division who has delivered the news, shoulders tight. How did this even happen?

“How long?” Byakuya asks, his body still.

“Captain Commander input the report just now, Captain Kuchiki.” The subordinate says, handing Renji a sealed scroll which he passes to Byakuya instantly. “The area of its imprisonment was entrusted to him alone.”

“And Aizen?” Renji asks, worry seeping into him.

“Remains in his cell.” The subordinate bows to Byakuya and Renji. “A Captain’s meeting has been scheduled for tomorrow, at first light.”

As the subordinate leaves, Byakuya’s eyes are still reading the scroll, absorbing every single word written in front of him. Renji stands in the corner of the room, his gaze shifting to and fro the piece of paper and his captain. “Captain—”

“Aizen Sosuke remained in the same spot as his arrival, smiling, he asked if I had come to share a meal with him before I die.” Byakuya reads aloud, the bottom half of the paper becoming crumpled under the force of his grip. “He knows.”

Renji pales, “It’s his zanpakuto, for sure he has to know where—”

“No, Renji.” Byakuya lets the paper fall to the desk, a frown occupying his lips. “He knows about her.”

“You came.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You’re standing in the forest of the Fifth Division’s grounds, shrouded in darkness. You can smell the petrichor in the air. Springtime, you think.

This one belongs to you both.

“Not of my own preference.” You reply, staring off into the distance. He’s standing behind you, the sleeve of his Shino Academy uniform brushing against your shoulder.

We’re connected.

Up until now, you’ve never dreamwalked, as he calls it. In your youth, he’d meet you here after dark, still dressed in your uniforms, teaching you how to transcend your own being, in a universe of you two’s creation. Power like that — it’s no wonder he turned out the way he did.

But you, what of you?

“Ask me.” He says, and you look down at the grass beneath you, the aftermath of rain seeping into your socks. “You said I let you in — how?”

Aizen laughs, and your palms form fists at your side.

Must you torment me this way?

“Since the moment I met you,” he breathes, a squish sound from below indicating he’s turned around. “I knew you were special.” You still, swallowing hard. “No, not special — omnipresent.”

“Since the day Kyoka Suigetsu spoke your name to me.” A hand moves your hair aside, flesh of your neck kissed by harsh cold breeze. “You knew it too, the omnipotent power we both share.”

“Those are two different things — your power and mine.”

“You’re naive.” Aizen tilts his to the side, removing the glasses your memory so insultingly placed on him. “The power you have is based on lies—”

The sound of glass cracking cuts you off. “And your power is the noble pursuit of justice, right?” He opens his palm, the spectacles fall to the grass. “Kuchiki trained his lap dog well.”

A harsh slap echoes through the air, your body facing him and his head turned to the side from the impact. “I warned you about mentioning him.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, dark hair falling over his forehead. “You’re beautiful.” Brown eyes wander across your features, gaze darker, the same as the first time.

I’m tired, Sosuke.

“Say my name again.” He says, and you look up at him in utter bewilderment. “Don’t act surprised — dreamwalking works both ways.” He’s in your head, again. No, this is the creation of your own reiatsu, he’s bluffing.

“Kyoka Suigetsu is sealed.”

“Is that what he told you?”

You stare at him, confused. Aizen looks down at you, and for a split second you see Sosuke, the Sosuke you used to know. He leans in closer, presses his forehead against yours.

You remember what this feels like, don’t you?

His voice is in your head, brown eyes staring into you, and your heart speaks before your will can urge you otherwise.

Don’t say things like that, Sosuke. You’ll break my heart.

He dips his head, nose grazing against yours. He needs you to feel it.

It’s nothing I can’t fix.

You turn your head to the side, and his lips graze the curve of your jaw instead.

Aizen huffs out a breath, lowering his head. He presses a searing kiss on the side of your neck in defiance, licking a stripe up the skin, and you’re paralyzed.

“Tell Byakuya Kuchiki,” He whispers, and you can feel his breath on the tip of your ear. “I want him to know it was me.”

Byakuya towers over you once you wake up.

“I thought you had duties at the Sixth.” You raise your head from your desk, his haori draped over your shoulders and drooping. Instinctively, you press a hand to your neck. It burns, like there’s residual reiatsu lingering.

“I had more important matters.” He replies, offering you a hand, and you take it as you get up. Your husband eyes you intently as you raise to your full height, following you out into the corridor. He’s watching you.

Something feels different.

“Byakuya—”

“Kyoka Suigetsu is missing.”

You feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. Byakuya stares, intensely, gaze narrowing once you stop walking and turn to face him in the middle of the corridor.

“Don't look at me like that, Byakuya.”

Like I’m someone you barely know.

“You were talking in your sleep.”

You look at him incredulously. “And you’ve returned to persecute me for dreaming?”

He outreaches his hand, then retracts it halfway. He’s being foolish, he thinks. But his father taught him about the nature of people. He’s hesitant to search your touch for answers – he’s afraid he won’t like what he finds.

“I know about you secret trainings — A guard saw you with your zanpakuto.”

“And you have spies tailing me too?” Your eyes are wide in disbelief, taking a step back. You’ve upheld your part, not dishonoring his clan’s name.

What ever happened to his vow?

“It’s for your own safety.”

God killer.

“Listen to yourself, Byakuya.” You scoff, turning away, having had enough of his blatant accusation.

Slate gray eyes turn cold, and he looks down at you as if you’re some stranger. “This is not Squad Zero, nor am I Aizen Sosuke — you will not run away from this.”

Byakuya finally reaches out, grasps your wrist to turn you around. “You owe me this.”

Your footsteps halt immediately. The nerve of him.

“I owe you?” Your voice comes out shaky, with frustration. “You should be on your knees thanking me.” Your body turns, wrist still in his grasp.

“You’re alive right now because of me.”

“No.” You say, firmly, unshaken. “You're still standing in Seireitei right now because of me.”

Byakuya’s grip slips loose around your wrist.

We don’t count favors, Bya. He lowers his head, and sighs. “Kyoka Suigetsu—”

He should tell you the truth. You deserve to hear it from him instead of that scum haunting your past from Muken.

“Is none of my concern.” You finish, and you grip his hand in yours. “What you think of me is though.” You’re tired. Sosuke is dead, you should be stronger — figure out how to get rid of him for good, and apologize to Byakuya once it's done.

Byakuya feels a twinge of guilt seep through him.

They don’t know what you are.

“I’m sorry.” Byakuya holds your hand just a little tighter, he thinks if he lets you go, you’ll just fall into Aizen’s arms. And this time, he’ll be too late to save you.

“I’m sorry too.” You let him hug you, the same way he did the moment you reunited after years apart. You still hug like a child, Bya. “It hurts.”

“He won’t touch you again,” He whispers into your hair. “As I live and breathe.” Byakuya’s seen the things Aizen’s capable of. And using your past – he’d kill him a thousand times over if he could.

Do you know the things I’d do for you?

Byakuya looks down at you, and no matter how many times he’s looked at you, he always thinks, how did you two even get here? From fighting side by side to a marriage of convenience.

You’re supposed to be my sparring partner.

I am your sparring partner.

No, you’re not. You’re disloyal, Kuchiki.

[wolfsp1der]

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i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go.     i un  /  fortunately work 40 hour work weeks,    and only get every other weekend off,  so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners.    sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week,  others merely once,  or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.     writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well,  therefore i might be very slow on this one at times.     i can be quite the flaky rp partner,  so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics   [  or lack thereof  ]   result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . .     following.  

because of the previously stated,  i’m also highly selective with who i rp with.     i want to not to bite off more than i can chew,  and for the sake of pacing myself,  my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.     if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens.     duplicates are always welcome <;3   [  let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to !  ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . .     etiquette.

the basics  ;  don’t be an asshole,  any transphobia,  biphobia,  homophobia,  racism,  whitewashing,  pro - shipping,  incest,  etc,  will be blocked on sight.     no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.     loose inspiration is fine,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.     formatting - wise,  here is an example of my prose style.     i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons,  beta editor + xkit rewritten,  but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . .     shipping.  

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics,  whether they be platonic,  familial,  antagonistic,  pre - established,  etc,  so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses !     while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing  ;  referenced  ‘ offscreen ’  as it were is fine,  as are nfsfw headcanons and such,  maybe fade to black  /  time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog.     this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses.     romance is fine to some degree,  but again,  if they are a child,  anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits,  no exceptions.     if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes,  it will result in an instant unfollow.     if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them,  these shipping rules will not change.     on that note as well,  i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+.     i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned,  it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . .     memes.

memes from anyone,  anytime,  for the muse or for the mun,  are always welcome,  and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous.     please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for.     i find if i force stuff,  i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done,  so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from.     please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs.     if you want to start a thread from an ask,  i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . .     triggers.  

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways,  and this blog will be portraying that accordingly,  including trigger - heavy content such as  :  depression,  ptsd,  panic attacks,  body horror, violence,  murder,  kidnapping,  abuse  /  neglect,  animal death,  horror elements,   expirimentation,  death  /  resurrection,  religious imagery,  etc,  but i will try to tag it as  ‘ trigger // ’.     on that note,  please do keep in mind  :  any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories,  never actual threads.     if i’m writing with villain muses,  physical harm may be present,  but i refuse to roleplay any domestic  /  animal  /  harm or abuse in any form.     my personal triggers are visual eye gore,  visual self harm,  and visual vomit.     please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules,  and rest assured if i follow you,  that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . .     blogroll.

enslaughts.     a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast.     a selective jesper fahey. low activity.     follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der.     an original spider - person. low activity. wayfares.     a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss.     a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost.     a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed.     a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus.     follows from clericlost.

[amanuensisnessy]

Avant-Garde #002

Amos visited the pharmacy a month after he bought the elixir. 

The bell rang and the door opened, but I saw no sign of a customer. I walked around the counter and towards the door, only to find Amos face planting onto the tile floor. His red hair was packed with mud and long enough to tie it with a green ribbon.

“Are you all right?” I asked tentatively. I didn’t know what his arrival meant for me or the pharmacy. As bad as it might sound, I hoped if there were any negative consequences to his appearance the clean up wouldn’t fall upon me.

He did not move or speak for quite some time. Worst case scenario, he was unconscious and I would have to drag his butt back outside. I lightly tapped him with my foot. No movement. I dug my foot right under his belly and he started laughing.

“Stop it! Stop it ! I’m up! I’m up!” He dusted some of the dirt off the mud off his shirt rather unsuccessfully. He had the same leather bag from his last visit. He switched out his medieval cape with a knitted green scarf. His complexion and dull eyes were the only things that stayed the same. 

“How are you back here?” I was still trying to process his presence, but he seemed to have forgotten what the policy was because all he gave me was a shrug.

“I was being chased by an angry mob with sharp deadly objects out of the market,” his matter-of-fact tone answered nothing, but he must have thought that was enough information because he was quiet. I stayed quiet too. Giving him the chance to further explain himself. His face glowed with a soft pink when he saw I was waiting for the rest of the story. He sighed, “ I ended up tripping over a rock near the park gates. Next thing I know, I’m back here.”

I snorted at the thought. His soft pink grew brighter at my laughter. I gave him some slack and went into customer service mode, “Well, since you’re here. Have a look around. Things have moved around since your last visit.”

I took my place behind the counter, as I do whenever there were customers. I expected him to go looking through the aisles, but he followed me instead.

“Do you want something from behind me or…?” I let the question linger between us. I didn’t know if the policy still applied to him, I didn’t even know if I could still sell him anything.

“No, but if I could have another elixir? The same amount of time, please,” he was leaning over the counter anxiously waiting.

I grabbed the packet of documents from underneath the desk. He filled it out for the second time I have known him and prepared his flask for the second time too. The process was exactly the same. No new fine-print, no extra signature, no variety in spiels. Business was as monotonous as ever. Yet, my curiosity was itching like a wildfire, “How’d the elixir work for you the first time?”

“It worked well. The person was practically bouncing off the walls when I gave it to them,” he looked at the ground when he smiled, “I’m just happy everyone was able to say good-bye this time. Do you regularly sell such items?”

“Yeah. The pharmacy sells medicines, tinctures, leaves, and anything else. I think every customer has left here with some sort of rare item. Some, however, are more grateful than others.”

Amos is taken aback, “How can anyone be ungrateful? You’ve offered me an elixir to bring a loved one back from the grave, not once, but twice. I’m sure you have more wondrous potions at your disposal.”

“I’ve had some customers here looking for curses instead of miracles. Sometimes they ask for poisons. Other’s hope to find immortality in a bottle. It’s really sad, actually.”

“And you don’t sell any of them?”

I looked at him piteously. For however old he claimed to be, his naivety matched his appearance. “This is a pharmacy. It’s meant to help people with their ailments. I can’t offer people curses because Avant-Garde doesn’t carry any. I have no control if someone overdoses on the items they buy, but the pharmacy does what it can. That’s why I make every customer sign for their purchase. It’s a safeguard.”

Amos smacks his lips, “What about immortality? I get the curses, but immortality doesn’t sound like a bad thing. There is a long list of good things that come with it.”

“There’s a long list of bad things too,” I countered, “immortality is reserved for gods and the condemned.”

“I feel like there’s more to that statement.”

“There probably is, but you should probably go before the angry mob finds you.”

He smiles a flirtatious smile, “ I thought you said only one customer in the pharmacy at a time?”

“I also said ‘you can only visit once’, but here you are.”

The horrifying possibility dawns on him and he thrusts the elixir into his bag, “You don’t by any chance have a back way out?”

I beckon him to follow me to a side entrance, “I don’t know where this will take you, but hopefully it’s out of reach of the mob.”

“Thanks. Guess I’ll see you later?” His voice was rather hopeful.

“Hope not. Breaking policy can’t be good for the universe.”

“Nah. I’ll bet it’s the universe opening the door for me everytime.”

He ducked out before I could respond. Now, I really do hope he comes back just so I can have the last word.

My hopes came true about a year later.

Part 1 - Part 3

[iceablaze-blog]

@gale-force​​  /  sibling / parent / child meme.

“Is 1 too young for fries…?”

          a snarky comeback rises in Shouto’s throat and it’s only the knowledge that he doesn’t know the answer that keeps the sass at bay for a bit longer. instead, he silently pulls out his phone and types a quick search into his browser.

          ❝  I mean, I guess not,  ❞  he mumbles, scrolling across his phone,  ❝  but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to feed anything that young fast food.  ❞

[iceablaze]

@explosiveheroics​ / send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: 

Izuku is amazing as a character. despite his flaws, he’s caring, loving and has a strong morality. his steadfast determination is what really made me fall in love with him. sometimes I can be iffy on if I totally like him, but the way he does everything to help someone in need is what gets me. Katsuki, Shouto, Kouta, Eri, and more people than just that. Even if his approach isn’t the best, I can agree with it.

Katsuki is a special character to me, probably downright one of my favorites. The clear transformation we’ve seen from Chapter 1 all the way up to Chapter 284  (  don’t worry, no spoilers here!  )  has been astronomically well done. he’s grown so much, and yet hasn’t lost his spitfire personality. he respects and disrespects everyone equally, and even if he’s got a long way to go still, I won’t give up my support for this character.

How they play them: 

Izuku is a wonderful muse. you’re right up there as one of my favorite two Izukus, high praise from me. even though we’ve just got the one thread, our ooc plotting tells me all I need to reinforce the idea that Izuku is loyal to a fault and it almost always pays off for him. the ways he’s affected my Shouto are unbelievable and I wouldn’t have it any other way. the unique life blown into Izuku makes him so special.

I’ve not interacted with Katsuki myself, but I do like what I’ve seen of him on the dash! He feels very real to me, which is a quality I can’t say about all the Bakugous I meet.

The Mun:

so sweet and completely harmless. apologizes a lot for taking long on replies like they haven’t stuck with me through like 4 instances of blog hopping. always up for crazy idea and crying over replies and concepts. Sarah’s the one who figured out we built a whole world up for Izuku and Shouto and never planned how they became boyfriends?? like several months into this worldbuilding??? definitely, I love being friends with Sarah, sorry I’m trash, but I hope we stay friends for a long time.

Do I:

RP with them: 

Obviously! I need to harass Sarah for more interactions, but our one thread is still going strong.

Want to RP with them:

hell will freeze over before I don’t.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

fantastic characters, a sweet mun, with apparently the patience of a saint from how many times they’ve had to change my mains tag.

[shootstyled]

@tempestflames / caring for sick muses.

send ‘ PROP UP ’ for [ MY ] muse to prop up [ YOUR] muse on a set of pillows. As he’s doing so he remarks. “Well you don’t look as shitty as you did yesterday.” ( from baku!

  Midoriya Izuku doesn’t get sick. they take pride in that fact, because they want to be at 110% any time someone’s in need of their help. they take vitamins, they exercise regularly, eat full meals whenever possible.

  — so maybe it stings a little more than it really should when he drops like a sack of potatoes after his twelfth day of work in a row and wakes to Kacchan taking care of them. somewhere in his mind, he can vaguely remember that Kacchan had been there yesterday too ( and maybe even the day before, ’cause he has no idea what day it is anyway ) and he is pretty sure he had a fever, but everything’s a bit fuzzy.

  ❝  ha’work t’day.  ❞  they mumble incoherently; every single one of their limbs feels like lead and it takes an exorbitant amount of energy just to raise their hand to scrub at their eyes. it’s so damn cold in here too, which is what incites him to attempt a pathetic burrow into his blankets.

  ❝  Kacchan’s here.  ❞  as if that hadn’t already been glaringly obvious. Izuku’s a workaholic, not an idiot ( though maybe Kacchan would call him one regardless ) so he knows Kacchan’s there to take care of him, but the question still poses: why? when had Kacchan cared enough to want to stay by somebody’s side while sick? oh well. that’s a philosophical question for when he doesn’t feel like he’s been hit with a Manchester Smash head on.

[blastzoned]

@animabenevolus​ / zayne’s bias

first up on the list is Kac/chako; really love it, though I haven’t rped it terribly much. but I do like the dynamic that goes between Ochako and Katsuki.

second up, Baku/mina, I was a little skeptical about this one but I think that they do have the potential for a great relationship. 

third, we’ve got Baku/iida, which is kind of a weird ship I was introduced to but like?? it’s kinda cute. there’s potential.

second to last, Shin/baku is another favorite of mine. I think Shinsou’s clever enough not to put up with Katsuki’s shit.

last, the dreaded Baku/deku, but only when done right. there’s issues there that can’t be glossed over, which is why I’m normally hesitant to rp it, but I feel like @xshootstyle​’s broken me out of that shell a little.

[quirkbeat-archive]

@quirktold​  /  unexpected  messages!           ❛ yo, mina! mind if i come in and hang out? ❜

          ❝  hey!  c’mon  in,  ❞  she  calls,  throwing  another  shirt  onto  her  bed.  ❝  and  hey,  reaaaal  quick:  pink  or  blue?  ❞

[cataclysmicregret]

@vishapsking​ asked,  “ drink this. it’ll calm you right down. ”

          the  yaksha  was  sternly  quiet  as  he  sat,  still  and  eyes  downturned.  his  body  is  littered  with  the  dark-centered  wounds  of  battle  and  as  much  as  Xiao  likes  to  think  otherwise,  adepti  do  require  rest.  it  is  something  he  has  always  struggled  with,  having  been  forced  time  and  again  to  push  his  own  limits,  first  by  his  original  master  and  now  by  the  misery  of  the  archon  war.  though  he  didn’t  regret  his  decisions  as  of  late,  his  body  did  not  agree  with  them.

          ❝  ...thank  you.  ❞  gloved  hands  take  the  teacup  tenderly,  as  if  afraid  he  may  break  it  if  handled  without  care.  tea,  of  course,  brewed  with  qixing  flowers  if  he’s  not  mistaken.  his  stomach  already  turns  with  the  thought  of  having  to  stomach  anything,  though  he  hopes  the  tea  will  be  gentle  on  him.

          bitter  as  he  thought,  definitely  made  with  the  flowers  of  the  high  mountaintops.  finally  amber  eyes  flicker  back  up  to  study  the  Lord  of  Vishaps.  he  never  quite  knew  how  to  address  his  lord’s  closest  friend,  so  he  stuck  with  not  addressing  him  directly  at  all.  he  did  not  intend  to  offend  the  Vishap  King  and  warrant  his  lord’s  ire.

          ❝  to  what  do  I  owe  this  honor?  ❞  though  he’d  hardly  consider  it  such.  he  never  had  been  one  for  understanding  when  others  wanted  to  care  for  him.  even  his  fellow  yaksha’s  behavior  often  eluded  him,  far  beyond  his  stilted  understanding  still.

[viatrixisms]

general tags!!

[storiesbyrhi]

Yes pls to part 2.

- Metallica anon 🤟🏼

Ask and ye shall receive. This is also for @delusionalsunsets who also green-lit the second part.

No warnings. Just more vibes.

Drabble 002 (part 2) (here's part 1) 869 words

When you got home after school on Friday, you half expected to be grounded by your dad for having even a vague connection to Eddie Munson. However, you walked into the kitchen to find him sitting at the table with Eddie’s uncle.

“Hey, kid,” your dad greeted. “Heard you’re going to Metallica after all?”

You asked no questions, only offering a fountain of thank yous, and an offer to get them fresh beers from the garage fridge.

It took you all night, then all Saturday morning to pick an outfit. You psyched yourself out by trying to find something you thought Eddie would be into. In the end, you just went with clothes that felt comfortable and made you feel like you.

“You look… real cute,” Eddie said when you answered the door at midday, on the dot.

“Cute?” you repeated, looking down.

“Is cute bad? ‘Cause I got a whole vocabulary of words,”

“Save it, Munson,” your dad said, coming to the door. “Wayne’s a good man. I’m trusting his word here. I want you guys home straight after the show,”

“Yes, sir. Heavy metal and nothin’ else. Swear to god,” Eddie replied, almost standing to attention.

After a hug goodbye, you were following Eddie to his van. He opened the door for you, laughing when you pulled a face.

“I told you. I’m a gentleman.”

The drive to the city was long, a couple of hours at least, but it went by fast. Eddie had a slew of questions for you, and when your nerves settled, you for him. He was easy to talk to. Fun to get to know. A joy to be around.

Eddie knew a good burger joint, and paid for your meal despite your objections. As the waitress walked away from the table with a good tip, Eddie leaned across it and wiped sauce off the corner of your mouth. You watched him suck it from his thumb and felt short of breath.

The line was already around the block for Metallica, but both you and Eddie were buzzing with energy, high off the atmosphere. The sun set and the doors were opened. Eddie took your hand as he navigated the crowds, asking how far into the mosh you felt comfortable being.

For the first few songs Eddie was by your side, but as the crowd grew more chaotic, he pulled you to stand in front of him. You were safe in his arms, the pressure of him behind you a grounding force.

“You good?” he yelled in your ear, yet it still sounded like a whisper against the stadium’s speakers.

He kept doing, kept asking if you were good, and is this okay, and do you need anything. He was like a personal assistant, bodyguard, and boyfriend all at once.

Metallica were amazing. So fucking cool and loud and fast and everything you could have imagined and more. But it wasn’t the men on stage that were the true object of your adoration.

With only a song or two to go, Eddie took hold of your shoulders and turned you on the spot. He pulled you close, and asked, “You want a better view, babe?”

Babe. Babe was much better than cute.

On the same wavelength, you nodded and climbed onto Eddie’s shoulders when he knelt. Suddenly, you were above the mosh pit and absolutely soaring. You were in musical awe and emotional heaven and quite definitely madly in love.

Eddie kept his promise; you were returned to your home, coming straight from the show. It was late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Your dad brewed chamomile tea, let Eddie stay for a cup. The recount of your night, spilling from your mouth at a hundred miles an hour, was amusing but ultimately your dad knocked on the kitchen table twice and went upstairs.

You walked Eddie to the door when you’d exhausted all possible conversation points. Yawning, you leaned on the door frame and smiled at him.

“You’re a mess,” he whispered, ruffling your knotted hair. “It’s hot.”

You laughed and pushed him playfully, but he caught your hand and planted a kiss on top.

“Thank you,” you said. “For tonight. Sucks for Jeff, but good for me,”

“Jeff?”

“Grounded… Couldn’t come… Spare… ticket…” you reminded him, confused at his confusion.

“Oh!” Eddie exclaimed. “Yeah. Sure,”

“What did he get grounded for anyway?”

The hesitation was a dead fucking giveaway and Eddie could tell by the stupid grin on your face that you’d figured it out.

“You lied? Why?” you said laughing.

Eddie was blushing, but it was undetectable, the night was dark and the light from inside the house had an orange hue.

“Oh, you know… Trying to be cool… casual…” Eddie shrugged.

“You were shy!”

“Shhhhh,” he shushed, pulling you into a hug.

You giggled and looked up at him. “Don’t be shy. Like you said, we have things in common.”

Eddie thought on your words, then leaned down and kissed you. It was gentle until you kissed back, then it wasn’t. It was exactly what you wanted.

“Liiiiiike, liking each other?” Eddie guessed.

“Like liking each other,” you said, smiling so hard it hurt.