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[oftears]

@liesandalibis

Even with the bright golds and accents of red, Faye Valentine slid into his space like a shadow pouring over the floor, content to stake her claim on the always vacant seat at the end of the bar.

Honestly, he was shocked some pervert hadn't stolen it from the establishment the last time a woman's presence had graced white leather, but Julia had been more than a singular woman- Almost untouchable, a mythical creature never seen and only spoken of in hushed and reverent whispers. She possessed grace and presence, this mysterious and otherworldly quality off-colored by a deep unspoken sadness.

Perhaps they had recognized the same lingering scent of cigarettes and melancholia in each other, Julia had endeared herself to the musician within the span of a heartbeat- all easy charm and warm, if distant smiles. He wasn't sure what she was running from, what horrors dogged and lunged at her heels, a past only spoken of in the vaguest of senses: I knew a man once, but that was a long time ago. For all the unknown years that spanned the period of time she referenced, she would speak of him fondly- His kindness, his eyes- Details that could fit almost anyone yet remained unique and special somehow.

Gren himself would only speak of his personal ghost in terms he should have long abandoned, that he was a taciturn and intelligent leader, stern and independent but capable of rare and touching moments of kindness. Of intimate moments stolen in the trenches, while violence and terror swirled around them in torrential storms on that bleak and war-torn moon. In a way, he'd never left Titan, some part of him had died and remained buried beneath the shifting sands. The current man that he was is a mere wraith, a revenant that hadn't been able to meet his end in all of it's glory and bloodshed.

Faye is so unlike Julia and yet hauntingly similar, it almost pains him to remain in her presence. He could have simply left things as is, but he'd taken her hand and dragged her away from a fight he wasn't sure she'd actually wanted. It was clear that something was eating away at her beneath the glossy veneer of charm and casual (if dismissive) air. So he'd ventured a guess based on his intuition.

She was terrified of being left behind and forgotten, like a childhood toy once well loved and cared for collecting dust on a shelf, edges fraying from neglect. So terrified, that the only recourse was to abandon those she cared about before they could potentially betray her.

"That's just my guess," he amends, giving a casual shrug of his shoulders as he nurses his glass of warmed vodka.

"You always have your guard up, like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Can't be surprised when you see it coming a mile away, am I right?"

[nuin-giliath]

CURRENT MUSES:

𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 / Annatar / 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 / 𝘚𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘯

Olorin / Mithrandir / Gandalf

𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘬𝘰𝘳 / 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩

𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭

ps.: more tba... maybe :)

GUIDELINES:

Please specify muse when sending an ask;

No god-mode;

Multiship, multiverse, plot, ask, anons - accepted;

Sometimes I lose threads. Feel free to message me about it;

NSFW present, people under age DNI! Mun is 35+ yo;

Memes, starters, and asks are always available, no matter how old they are;

I prefer 3rd person point of view;

I write on mobile 100% of the time. Sometimes I make mistakes, I have typos, autocorrect ate my homework, bla bla. I apologize in advance!

Penned by Jupiter. My dm's are always open and discord available to mutuals, just lmk.

[draconscious]

NAME : dan!!

PRONOUNS : he/him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr im. discord. passenger pigeon. I'm very slow sometimes but you should plot with me!!

NAME OF MUSE(s) : clair, cynthia, barry, jupiter/eris + so many mooore (how did it come to this? LMAO)

BEST EXPERIENCE(S) : dedicating this section to both ash (@analuein) and aya (@distortsverity)! ash and I have been writing together for infinity years right here on tumblr. no matter the muse, it's always a blast spinning up plots and watching the magic unfold from there with her. from thorton to violet, to noland and clair. from wildencounters to indie. it's been a fantastic ride. day one. 😎

I transitioned from group rp to indie a few years ago and--at the time--I was all alone. I had no connections, just a lonely barry blog to my name. I wrote drabbles by myself in the dark for two weeks until aya came across my blog with her hikari, and everything just clicked. aya made me feel included, reached out with ideas, plots and feedback, and showed love to barry and all of my muse(s)--and to this day, I still feel TREMENDOUSLY grateful for the helping hand when I felt so isolated. I definitely would not still be writing here without her.

since then, I've had an amazing time here. writing with so many different people, muses, and groups--it's all so good. my best experiences happen when I'm writing (or even plotting) with someone, and everything just works, flows, and fits together and I can just feel that shared excitement. that feeling that we're building a great story together. that's magical. that's why I'm still around, trying new muses, diving headlong into amazing plots/dynamics, letting my imagination run wild, and--as always--writing a lot. much love to EVERYONE who has helped keep that fire burning over the years, but especially ash and aya for giving that flame a chance in the first place. tysm. ❤️

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : it's been said, but--on a personal level--I wish private communication would happen more, specifically when it comes to interest levels. my time is becoming more and more limited here (sad as that is) and I have always written at a slower, longer pace. so, given how fast this place moves, I would appreciate knowing if a thread has grown stale, or if something's off.

I'm flexible. I'd like to think that I'm pretty laid-back. I want you to have fun, and you need to drop or backburner our thread because life, interest, etc. that's okay. I promise. I also don't mind reminders about cold threads or overdue replies on my end. if that's the case, please let me know right away, and I'll pick it back up or let you know my thoughts. we can try new things, or not. just let me know what you'd like to do, and we can adjust from there. that being said, lack of time or muse =/= lack of interest. I get that. you never need to rush a reply with me, and I will always (for better or worse) assume interest is still there unless told otherwise by you. I'm no herlock sholmes. (I wish I was...)

so, as a courtesy, I'd ask to please talk to me if something's wrong. if you feel the need to drop our thread or aren't interested in an interaction and/or want to start fresh. I won't be upset (quote me on that.) I just want to make sure that the writing vibes are still good, and I want to spend my time here writing things that you (and others) are still into. and in the end, it's not really a big deal--this place is great and I adore my past/present/future thread partners--but it's something that I would appreciate!

(also since I haven't made it clear before: no AI with me, please. let's meet at the same level.)

MUSE PREFERENCES: strong women and brash, sunshiney dudes. (I'll really try anyone, but I certainly have types 😊)

PLOTS OR MEMES : whatever's easier for you to get in the door with--c'mon in!! I don't find myself with the time to reblog many memes lately, but my inbox/IMs are always open for spot interactions, and I'll do a lil' starter call here and there!!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I don't mind receiving either, but I always tend to lose myself in the sauce and write a lot oops. you never have to match my length. as long as we're writing together, that's chill enough for me!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : my healthcare job is killing me. I'll try to sneak on for some stuff here and there, but I'm most active during evening/nighttime CST US. confirmed night time scrawler. 🦉

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : some common threads linking all of my muses to me is the fact that we always want to be active, we have (too) high expectations of ourselves, we grew up and are still growing up, and we spend too much time working (and loathe it LMAO)

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @mccntower | my brain said new threads, so taadaa!!}

christmas. her parents' favourite time of year and a time she took off each year from her job, taking time to be with her family and friends along with travelling for the fun of it. tonight was the christmas party for her father's business and although her father had headed home after dinner, jupiter was more than happy to hang around and have some fun. was it just so she could have a nice night out or was it because a certain person was in attendance, one that had her wearing a more revealing outfit and dancing seductively in hopes to get his attention.

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

Surprise Visits

@mathgeekshugarl @knights-queen

With a big smile, Jupiter walked up the steps, staring down at the address written down on the piece of paper she held in her hand. Her parents have dropped her off and were going to leave when they saw that she safely met up with Shugarl. The small girl was a bit nervous since she didn’t know how he was going to react, but she knew that at the very least he would be happy to see her. Then he’d be worried. 

     She didn’t want him to worry too much about her, so she was going to try to simply chalk it up as she wanted to be closer to where he was and her father just so happened to find a good job here in Akounri and so they moved. 

     Nervous, feeling the small pounding of her heard, she knocked on the door and stepped off to the side. She waited a minute or so before she’d try knocking again, just a bit louder in case he didn’t hear the first time. Hearing the footsteps coming from behind the door, she quickly moved away from the door so he wouldn’t see anyone if he looked through the peephole. 

     Bracing herself, she was getting ready for him to open the door so she could jump out and hug him and then she’d sign the words: 

       {I missed you! Did you miss me? I moved to Akounri too!}

     Before he even had the chance to question about the move to Akounri, she took his hand and tugged on it like she normally did when she wanted to take charge for the day’s festivities. She did come here to see Shugarl, but there was another reason as well. She wanted to finally go and meet Arashi!

      {I wanna meet Arashi! Will you take me to meet him? Please?} 

     Cue the dreaded puppy dog pout that she knew he struggled to say no to.

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

Hello hello~

@tsundere-model​

She was nervous, very nervous. Holding the small mason jar in her hands, she mustered up her courage and she knocked on the door and waited patiently right outside of it. She knew about Izumi from what she’s heard from both Ponsol and Shugarl. The older of the two brothers had to listen to Ponsol complain about the model at extreme length. Ponsol did tell her a bit about his interaction with Izumi during one of their short talks through email. 

     The two often talked about anything, really, but mostly about how they were doing and what Shugarl was doing. Has he made any friends? Is he doing well? He hasn’t relapsed, has he? Is he still being really mean to people? Is he ‘bullying’ people again for being ‘too idiotic’ for him? She keeps telling him to be nicer to people or he won’t ever make friends!

     Anyways, she’s heard about Izumi and thought that perhaps... the two had some potential to become true friends and she wanted to get that ball rolling.     Since this is the case, she wanted to greet him. 

     Once the door opened, she held out her notebook with the words: 

[Hello! My name is Jupiter! I’m a friend of Ponsol’s and I wanted to introduce myself!]

     Holding out the mason jar full of the origami stars that she’s made, she handed them over to him. With both hands free, she flipped the next page of her notebook. 

[I made these stars for you, because you are a star~ May you shine brightly~! ⍣  Though Ponsol can be rough, he is a good person who is very lonely. I was hoping you’d be his friend?]

A very small picture of a kitten making pouty kitty eyes was drawn in the bottom corner of the page. She nervously looked up at him from behind her notebook, looking a lot like the small doodle she drew. She was very nervous, could you tell?

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

[Let’s visit the Maids~]

@nerdydragonmom Liked for a starter: [x] Just hit me up if you need anything changed. =w=/

Hm? Jupiter happened to see someone that was staring out at something. What was it? She looked over to see--- a maid cafe? The person was staring pretty hard into the window of the cafe. Were they interested in it? 

      Were they too nervous to walk in? A lot of people may find it a bit embarrassing to walk into that kind of establishment, that’s for sure. Still, it wasn’t bad if the person wanted to walk in and see what the atmosphere was like, right? 

      Notebook in hand, she walked up to the stranger and tugged on their sleeve. If you were too nervous to walk in yourself, then she can help you. She’ll just have to lead you inside, that’s all!

    [The maids are this way! They are pretty and they have lots of ribbons!]

      Oh Jupiter, what are you doing? What are you getting this poor person into?

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

{Help me, I’m lost}

@kingsoath 

She was lost. How could this be? What was she to do? Nervously looking around, she happened to see something... red hair? For Jupiter she associated red hair with Shugarl, someone who was like an older brother to her. Surely this person would be able to help her too? 

      Running up to the person, she clung onto the bottom of the person’s shirt staring up at him with some big pleading eyes. Mouthing out the words ‘help me,’ while no sound was being produced. She still struggled immensely with speaking. Her trauma from the accident many years ago remained. 

      On a good day she may manage a few words or even sentences but those days were quite rare, especially if the people she was close to weren’t around to hear her progress and then praise her for it. 

      Can you say no to such a face? Can you, Leo? She needs help finding her way around because she got lost, so surely you’ll help her? You actually know where she has to go. To the Summit Condos where Shugarl happens to live. She is about to go for a surprise visit!

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

{Can someone help me?}

@gumi-offbeat​ liked for a starter: [x]

This man sitting on the bench and accidentally stepped on her bookmark and his foot was keeping it hostage! Trying to get him to understand that she wanted it back, she was signing some words to him, but it looked like he was unable to understand her signs. It was a horrible day for her to not bring along the notebook that she normally wrote in. 

       {Please sir, can you lift your foot? My bookmark is under your foot.}

      A small pout on her small face, tears forming in the corners of her eyes with both frustration but also just being sad over the fact that she was unable to speak properly to ask the man to politely release her bookmark from underneath his foot. Surely she was being a bother right now and she felt bad-- but! 

      This bookmark was very important to her! A friend made it for her and gifted it to her and she didn’t want to lose it ever. Could someone help her? Would the man just get upset with her and leave? That would help her case, but she would feel awful if he had to leave because she annoyed him...

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

{Can you Climb down a tree?}

@sparklingcolours​ liked for a starter: [x]

This was a problem, wasn’t it? Staring up at the tree, she could see that her hat had blown off her head and got caught on a tree branch. No matter how hard she tried to jump, she couldn’t reach it, or even the lowest branch for that matter. She was just a bit too short.

      She didn’t have much of a climbing ability either. Climbing up the tree was no option, especially not when she was wearing a cute dress. That would be very unlady-like of her. Don’t get her wrong, if she could reach a branch, she’d still do it. Though because she couldn’t she could conveniently apply some kind of excuse to why she couldn’t do so to make herself feel better about being unable to retrieve her hat. 

       Looking around, she was trying to see if there was anyone around who would be willing to help her. She did like the hat, and it would be bad of her to just give up on it, right? A small little whining sound left her as she stared up at her hat sadly, the ribbon attached to it waving in the wind mockingly. 

       What a mean hat, right?