#if its muse you can send to their inbox :)

[edgeray]

Ray! 🍅 anon here, I said I wasn't going to request but there's one idea I've been really, REALLY itching at.

So you know how you reblogged "cold nights" by beiibeii? Yeah about that... I think I cooked an angst idea of this on a related tangent? (If you choose to write this, ofc)

How about Mother!Reader who is faced with the same scenario of Arle neglecting them to the point that she loses hope in their relationship? Think of the angst when the children constantly remind their Father of important dates but she's away or somehow missing most of them because of work. To the point reader just implies for them to stop trying and accepts the fact that they married Arlecchino but is now simply the Knave's wife? Like even the children can see them losing hope which is why they sometimes lowkey plead with their Father to actually pay more attention to Mother. Mother marrying Father means that Mother is strong but behind their strong facade you can see their sadness! You can feel their loneliness! And their sense of isolation and sorrowful acceptance of their new reality. And Arle does not pick up on the subtle signs until it's Too Late. Like. Reader in the coffin Late.

And as the Knave's wife Reader does need to undertake missions like in "I am Fine in Your Arms" but because reader has lost so much hope in living a wife outside of being the Knave's wife, reader does not make an effort to return alive. The angst of the burial, maybe the children blaming their Father etc. The really young ones aside, I don't think they would be actively angry with their Father, just very, VERY, disappointed. HotH would lose its warmth for a while before Lyney, Lynette and Freminet try their best to build it back (but of course, it never becomes as warm as it used to be)

Whether or not you choose to give this one a happy ending is up to you, but on my end the only happy ending that I cooked up for them is that Arle wakes up in the next Samsara with all these memories of losing Reader and prevents the relationship from going South in the first place. (Bonus points if Reader also has the memories and compares it to how they were treated by Arle previously, makes a comparison, and goes "How I wish this were my Arle" without knowing that it actually IS their Arle, just acknowledging she fucked up BIG time and is now making heavy amends for it. and Arle Knows because of that look that Reader gives her, sorrow and joy in a complex blend.)

...I think by now you can tell that I'm an angst writer too HAHSHHSHA Nobody leaves my fics without getting a knife and I promise it's just for the plot (like we always say).

I've still been keeping up with your writings (Beauty and The Beast actually fits, holy-) (Someone send Siren!Arle a whole farmhouse of ham for her consumption please) and yes I agree that you've been pumping out bangers after bangers. (I mean. Given that, you probably can afford to be a little indulgent? If writing this much quality about your muse doesn't give you the OK to put your hands all over them, abs and all, what does?)

As always, prioritise your sanity and schedule first, stay well rested and hydrated!

Lost Warmth

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N -  Link to my momma's (@beiibeiii) piece right here. If I see you read this before reading the masterpiece I just linked, know that I am a very disappointed axolotl. 😔  Anyways, you might be able to tell just how long this has been sitting in my inbox… haha… my bad guys. T^T. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write more angst. :3 And thank you for the additional comments 🍅 anon. I do have quite a soft spot for siren! arle, seeing that she was my first request (and requested from my momma :3). Wanted this to be a little longer, but I do have to wake up earlier tomorrow, so this is what you get T^T. Hopefully it's still good. Content warnings / info - angst, character death (duh), reader is referred to as ‘Mother’ but is otherwise GN!, 1.4k words

Cold is a feeling you've long gotten used to. Cold is your husband's dismissal of your existence, with every interaction ending with her blunt words and back towards you, leaving you with a crumbling heart. Cold are the long nights as you anxiously wait for Arlecchino's appearance for a candlelit dinner you spent half the day preparing, only for her never to return until you fell to exhaustion on the couch, a flower bouquet that remains unreceived in your hands. Cold is the creeping loneliness in the late hours of the night, when you've finally grown tired of anticipating someone that will never come, and returned to bed alone. Cold is the way you shiver underneath the thickest of blankets, no one's body warmth to sink into, no one's softly whispered words into your ear to drift you to sleep. Cold is when instead of your husband, only dim stars, a bottle of liquor, and the tears that stream your face join you in bed.

When was the last time you had felt warmth? 

You recall when the Knave first started courting you, how gentlemanly she was for such a rumored cruel Harbinger. You were first just a caretaker of the House of the Hearth, this small orphanage which you quickly found to be home for you. You couldn't help but adore the endearing children, watching as you slowly became a staple in this family. Despite your best efforts of hiding it, Arlecchino noticed when you snuck in the occasional pastry or cake from the town's most lavious bakery for the children, out of your own paycheck as well. It was then, your husband admitted, when she first fell for you. It had taken her months of encouragement from her ‘pestering’ children before she asked you out, and it was impossible to not fall for her charm.

How could you not? Not when she held you like you were her world. Not when she viewed you higher than the Tsaritsa herself. Not when her touch was heavenly, her words silky and sweet. When she proposed to you, your heart leapt with levity, and you thought your life was perfect now. A warm house, fitted with warm parents, that was what you had had, you had never felt so content. 

Then came the long nights. Nights when she trudged home later than usual, where she fell asleep without a word but sunk into your arms still. Then she started forgetting, forgetting about the dates and birthdays, and anniversaries more and more. At first, you chalked it up to her demanding Harbinger duties, but as time grew and the excuses started to run out, the perfect life you knew was crumbling. 

You became aware of this two years after your marriage when you had been preparing dinner for the two of you once she arrived home, slow cooking a steak since the early hours of the morning. Just as you exited the kitchen, you heard some children surrounding your husband before she left for another Harbinger meeting, telling her that you had a surprise for her once she came home and how excited you were for her to enjoy a new recipe you created. Your heart swelled with hope and appreciation for your children, especially when Arlecchino promised she would return in time. 

You should have known better.

You ate your tear-ridden steak alone and went to bed, leaving the steak out for her for whenever she returned home. Just like how you fell asleep, you woke up without your husband's presence, and when you arrived at the kitchen, the meat and the note besides the plate were untouched. 

You tried to eat the cold steak for lunch as well. You threw it away at the first bite. That day, you gathered your children, pleading them not to ‘pester’ Father with more reminders, as she was very busy. All that you gained back from the children was pitied expressions, and the agony in your chest worsened. Your children could pity you, but your husband couldn't? Even with your husband's coldness, you still carried out your Mother role, if only for the children. You cannot deny that the children's antics helped you forget the ever-present void inside you, caused by Arlecchino. 

You never learned the reason for Arlecchino's behavior, why she had grown so cold towards you. Now, you suppose, you would never know.  

Red fills your hazy vision as you lay on the ground, your entire body aching and fatigued, desperate gasps for air while your heart pounds in your eardrums. Your side was sliced, and the crimson liquid quickly poured out of the wound while you tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. 

This is your end, you think to yourself as you weakly turn on your side, every nerve in your body protesting against the movement. Your bloodied hand comes into view, your engagement and wedding ring gleaming slightly underneath the blood. The rings bring your thoughts to Arlecchino–oh, how you imagine the common disappointment in her otherwise apathetic expression, disappointment at your mission's failure. Your eyes bubbled and blurred with tears, vivid memories of your wedding flashing through your mind. The wedding ring is beautiful, still polished with that bold scarlet, the same color of her eyes, the same eyes you could never stop drowning in.

Would she even know your absence? Would she ever acknowledge you, treat you properly like her partner even if you did return? You doubt it. Did you want to return a cold bed, to a husband that does not love you, to a house no longer warm? 

It's warm. 

Your body feels like fire courses through your veins as you feel inexplicably hot, yet it's a welcomed heat. It's the first time you've felt this, but it feels familiar, comforting, like a hearth, and you want nothing more than to surrender to it. It soothes your heartbeat and calms your breath, easing your body as if you were to sink into the most plush of beds, swallowed by the thickest of blankets. The warmth coils around you, wrapping you like a cozy embrace, evoking you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shutter, a faint smile plastered on your lips.

It feels just like Peruere's arms. 

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Arlecchino receives a letter addressed to her on the third day you've been sent on a mission. The contents make her drop the paper, and she rushes outside, without an additional word, leaving the House. 

The children do not see her until she returns late into the night, a body wrapped in cloth in her arms. Arlecchino raised her children to be smart, to be attentive, to be logical. Whose body it is, they realize with little difficulty. 

The children weep that night. Arlecchino does not. How can she, when her source of emotions is gone? 

The burial takes place soon afterwards. As your body is placed into the ground, Arlecchino can feel the weight of her children's stare on her back. The charged tension between her and the children is palpable without words. She cannot discern which of the two reactions cut deeper. The seething fury underneath the oppressive grief for the young ones, having to lose another parent, or the crushing dismay inhabited by the older ones, specifically the twins and Freminet. 

Their thoughts are clear, even when none of them speak out loud. 

How could you fail Mother?

The House of the Hearth no longer suits the orphanage's name, not with your missing presence. There is no warmth, no matter how much the trio tries to fuel a lost flame. Even with Arlecchin's pyro vision, it is futile.

Arlecchino stands before your gravestone, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hand, and she rests it beside the other bouquets by your grave. Six bouquets in total, for each day after your burial. 

“For all the flowers, I should have given you, my love,” she whispers as she addresses you, glancing up to the heavens. The last two words make her feel like a fraud, undeserving of calling you hers, when she had clearly never shown so. 

Arlecchino, the Knave, the Fatui Harbinger, does not plead, does not beg, does not kneel. However, her knees drop to her dirt, and she grovels. “Please… wait for me one more time, my dear. Once I meet you again, I promise I'll never leave you alone, I'll never let you out of my arms again.”

There is no reply. 

Arlecchino feels cold. 

[destinationtrekk]

young wesker who gets drunk and giggly with reader. at first he had been so... cold, so expressionless and absolutely cluelessly bone-dry on how to go about doing anything but a daylight two-step move-his-arms-a-little to the dance music blaring from somewhere, but that's okay, reader can show him.

and he enjoys it... and he's laughing, and his face is flushed, and the scent of vodka is deep on his tongue, and he has severely miscalculated his drink, but that's okay, because reader keeps him safe and happy and distracted the entire time.

at the end, as he begins to sober up, they can't seem to get out of him where he's supposed to go to now (perhaps he is trying to revel in it, this one normalcy, just one event he took on to learn how to behave like everyone else and got taught more about himself and his own interests than he'd ever planned, a snapshot of a life he could have lived if only--) so they take him back to their house and snuggle him up in a blanket burrito on the couch, making him drink water, take an advil, a tylenol.

and as he gets back to himself and they smoke a cig, talking about life as he gets rather quiet and inward again (for he cannot share, he has nothing positive or appropriate to), they do something unexpected and yet wholly welcome, a gift to close out the night: they give him a quick, brief and fleeting shotgun kiss, hand warm on his cheek, before they send him off for a nap, telling him to stay the night so he'll be well and sober the next day to depart. free breakfast if he's still around by then, otherwise, they take no offense.

he has no way of telling them the truth of this fragile matter. he has no way of divulging his life, which would undoubtedly ruin whatever scrapbook memory he is currently creating, and certainly no way to hold onto this awfully pleasant being who he can, apparently, trust in his total ineptitude with heavy inebriance. and he can't keep seeing them again after this. and his view on how ruthless and manipulative human beings are when faced with vulnerability has been shaken to its' core, and he can't say it, and he wants to, but...

instead he asks them to stay a little while he falls asleep (just one final, little test, he muses to himself), and they oblige. he's laid on the couch, head in their lap, his (admittedly not quite so soft after all the gel has hardened) hair being carded through by soft, ever-eager, sleepy fingers. he will never get a moment like this again and he pushes himself to take it in, revel in every second that passes, commit to absolute memory (no matter what he had earlier in the day) every detail of this sightly, sweetly saint's face.

he ends up falling asleep feeling cherished. he will remember this day forever. years to come he will still have tabs on this person, and their life will still be unexpectedly, oddly lucky.

maybe one day he'll find it in him to thank them properly, face-to-face...

nshtn can i say i love you? because i love you and every time you come in my inbox i get so excited

first and foremost i don't think he even would dance at a party. he very much is the kind of guy to find a spot and linger there with a group he's only half listening to. once he meets you though his night gets much much more interesting

he's never really had chances to drink, except maybe whiskey or something expensive with Spencer during their talks about Umbrella and the future, so when you start handing him all kinds of seltzers and mixed drinks and straight shots of vodka, he is very overwhelmed

he can't show it though! so he dutifully takes most of what you hand him, a few drinks are two sweet for him, and he is very quickly wasted tbh. you're so nice though, and you drag him in the middle of everyone dancing and show him a few easy things and soon enough he's bouncing around with everyone else

every time he starts to think about what's going to happen tomorrow you're immediately there to distract him. it's almost like you can read his mind - you know just the right things to say and how to push people out of the way and he just thinks you're perfect under the flashing lights

finally when it's time to go home, he knows for a fact he can't show up at his place looking messed up as he is - what if Spencer or Birkin or some nameless Umbrella employee saw him and ratted him out? so he takes your offer to go to your house gracefully as he can this drunk

he knows now that you're a party expert, you immediately make him drink water and wash his face and take preemptive tylenol for the hangover. your fleeting kiss and warm hands on his sweaty skin are so sweet he can't bear to think about it longer than he has to. he knows he should leave before you wake up tomorrow and forget this wonderful night ever happened (he'll never forget you, not even on his deathbed)

you give him every courtesy and kindness you can offer and he decides to take just one more, one last sweet touch to take with him into the night. you smile sleepily and open your arms for him to fall into - the blanket covering his shoulders is a little too hot and you both smell like beer and liquor and sweat but your lap is so soft, it makes the ache in his back and shoulders from carrying the world lessen a bit, and your fingers in his hair send him into a beautiful and silent sleep

the next morning it physically pains him to untangle from your body on the couch. he stands and watches you for a moment, his heart clenching and pounding in his chest, until he forces himself out the door before you can feel his absence.

when he meets you again, what feels like a thousand years later, his heart pounds just the same. you recognize him, his twisted dark smirk and deep eyes, and when you smile and say his name he's suddenly twenty-something all over again and dizzy and drunk in your arms - he never wants to leave you again

[tidesfate]

Verse starter call- send me a symbol or comment / inbox the name of the verse from the list. This will likely become a permanent starter call that I will reblog and change as verses muse changes or more are added. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SEND MULTIPLE. Those with plotting preferred I will likely hop into your dms unless I can come up with an idea without such.

TES VERSES

👁 MAIN VERSE- low to mid muse, plotting heavily preferred (been rping mora so long I feel like I recycle stuff in its main verse too much without discussion)

👤 VESSELED VERSE- mid muse, plotting encouraged

🦀 VERUM LEVIATHAN AU- mid to high muse, plotting heavily preferred

🪼 DIVINE AU- heavy desire to test this au. Plotting heavily preferred

BG3 VERSES

🔮THE OLD ONE VERSE- mid to high muse, plotting may occur if ideas come to mind but otherwise not required

🦑 FALSE ULITHARID AU- high muse, plotting not required but welcomed

OTHER VERSES

🐙 OUTER GOD OF KNOWLEDGE VERSE- high muse, plotting not required but welcomed

🖥 MODERN VERSE- high muse, plotting not required but welcomed

📖 GRAVITY FALLS AU- high muse, plotting not required but welcomed

🌊 THE SHIFTING TIDE "VERSE"- very high desire for, plotting heavily preferred

ALTERNATIVELY, you can send ❓️ or like this if you are unsure and I'll come into your dms for plotting

[sonusresonet]

♛ ; PINNED POST/STARTER CALL

♛ - Independent and Selective "ROVER" from WUTHERING WAVES. Not spoiler free, and adheres/focuses on canon game lore. Please refer to the rules and about page for info before interacting. OC friendly, and multiverse/ship are A-OK! By liking this post, you give me permission to plot, send asks, and interact with you!

♛ - Personal blogs, please make sure not to reblog RP, headcanons, and my writing posts. I will block if you do.

♛ Info

♛ Rules

♛ Verses (TBA)

♛ Mobile Rules under the cut!

I. General

This blog will be between low to medium activity with dark themes present including war, violence, death, etc.

I will tag as any spoilers as I can, but it is not spoiler free and will act on whatever is revealed in the main story of WUTHERING WAVES + some theories that go on about the overall lore and Rover's identity.

I expect basic RP etiquette and will do the same.

I've been on tumblr rp for a while but am just returning now. I'm behind on the terminology now used so please be patient if I don't get something right away. I will be just doing basic formatting when writing.

I want to just write so I won't be paying attention to drama.

I go by Aki and Mun & Muse are 25+.

II. Writing

Each interaction will be its own and not collide with others unless talked about beforehand with both parties.

I'd like to focus on Wuthering Waves verse itself so I will be following canon first and foremost. I don't mind divergencies as long as its nothing major/world changing.

This blog is multi-ship and ships will be built on chemistry and interactions.

I prefer multi-para but don't mind one-liners and short interactions. I like plotting but also don't mind a thread started from an inbox meme, etc. In general, I'm cool with anything.

Feel free to send any memes no matter how old they are! I'll find them eventually.

I play a lot of gacha/anime games so I'm more than happy to create a verse for crossovers.

III. Following/Tagging

I don't have any real triggers and will tag the usual ones accordingly if I reblog something that falls under it. (Most likely not though)

If I follow then I would like to interact at some point. I will unfollow though if no activity between us occurs but will try and reach out when I feel confidant enough too.

As stated above, I want to focus on Wuthering Wave's world as a priority so I'd love interactions from all characters that want to be involved in the world.

[shdwtouch]

me: I should post a starter call... me: -notices my starter call from before this class started- me: -nudges it under the rug-

ANYWAY. inbox call !! like this for 2-4 memes guaranteed, most likely from Shade. multis can specify if they like, otherwise I will just pick muse(s). <3 meme tag highly preferred !! if I cannot find memes on your blog... then I'm just gonna send you stuff from my meme tag tbh. no previous interaction required, mutuals only.

[courtesy notice that you do not have to read further. its just me talking. should ya read it ? I mean, if you want ? I'd appreciate it. ; w ; but tldr just like this post for memes, kay ? k ! see ya in your inbox ! ]

and, of course, it goes without saying but you are under no obligation to answer any or all of the memes I said ! if none of them vibe then delete them ! idc ! poke me to send you more, I will do it no questions asked ! this is a no judgement zone, muse and energy be fickle so pls pls pls know I am not gonna be upset if you don't answer the asks I send, ever, no matter the reason ! (tho on the off-chance I cross a boundary and make you uncomfy I do encourage you to let me know, as it was most likely unintentional. but I want to know if you feel off about our interactions, period !)

I will most likely reblog this a couple times before going in for the inbox spam. these will, obviously, be completed in waves... and if you so wish you can unlike then like this post again to receive even more asks after you've received the first wave !

also, this is me, Puffin, giving you, my friend, permission to come smack me if after a day or two you do not receive asks. this is mostly in context of my wifi is shit and tumblr eats everything so its very likely I sent you asks and they vanished into the abyss, but you might also be keeping me on track by reminding me, which I appreciate. so yeah. no asks ? feel free to knock my door down to get them.

[swarmcall]

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# 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for original companion  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 [𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐊-𝐓𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐓]  — The Hexapod Whisperer   —  Circle of the Shepherd Druid from Baldur's Gate 3 , Mun   &   Muse +25 , plagued by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning , [ ! ] ALSO PERMANENT INSECT/BUG WARNING FOR THIS BLOG  ,  personals DNI

Follows back from @bloodyarn 

blogroll:

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𝐑𝘂𝐥𝐞𝘀  &  𝐀𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝗿𝐚𝗿𝐢𝐥𝘆 𝘂𝐧𝐝𝐞𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝘂𝘁.

RULES:

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

🕸 Cricket is literally a bug, I won't tag insect/bug tw on here, so please make sure you are fine with mentions and reblogs of insects of any kind !

🕸 Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. 🕸 No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt him, shove him or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. 🕸 Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ 🕸 You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necesarrily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. 🕸 You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! 🕸 OC - and Tav friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. 🕸 Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. 🕸 I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be tagged and under 'keep reading'. 🕸 Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Cricket is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. 🕸 No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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ABOUT:

   Basics:

Name: Cricket [ Krik-Tal-Et ] Nickname/Alias: / Age: 28 years Date of Birth: 10th August Gender & Pronouns: cis male [ he/him ] Orientation: pansexual/romantic Race: Half Thri-Kreen Nationality: Raurin Class: druid [ Circle of the Shepherd ] Languages: Common, Sylvan, Thri-Kreen, Shaaran

      Appearance:

Height: 171 cm / 5'6'' Hair: turqouise Skin: grayish Eyes: amber/almost red with no noticable iris [Always wears red glases] Scars: / Other: scar-like markings on both sides of his mouth (spot for retractable mandibles), sharp thorn like growth between fingers, on top of his tongue and on the back of his limbs, forked cricket-esq tail, antennas

    Personal:

Positive Traits: • patient • smart • quick learner • supportive (as long as you leave him be) Negative Traits: • overly introverted  • easily scared • loner • just fucking weird man what can I say

[heavens-sin]

By liking this post you are agreeing to the following:

I get full rights to bother you about our characters.

this is including, but not exclusive to: Moodboards, tagging you in things i think our characters would do, musings, random starters, playlists, etc.

My undying love and affection

A special spot on my carrd just for you ♡

me sending lots of stuff in your inboxes from meme/ask posts.

This is also the call for shipping. if this is something you are interested in. if you’ve not reached out already (Though if you want to further discuss things, my IMs are open! considering.. the fucker I'm portraying - pairings are gonna be heavily selective. and discussed thoroughly with muns. ) 

if youre already on my list you dont have to worry! this is just for new followers :> though please still like this so i can make sure youre still interested since ive been absent for a while. if not let me know! ill still bully you [affectionate]

Shipping with me can include, but is not limited to:

All them tropes.

Platonic love, antagonistic shit, etc.

this will also include the not so pleasant troped ones. of course this should be approached with extra caution. its not meant for everyone. and will be tagged and hidden under cuts.

thats including nsfw topics. all will be hidden under cuts.

Exclusive shipping rights which includes your own tags and ship verse. (I am still a multi-ship, but the exclusive ship partner does mean i will only ship with your version of a character)

Expanding ships we currently have.

Anything in between you’d like to scream about me with.

Fair warning: Shipping with me does include me becoming absolutely insufferable eventually about our characters. Also I'll only be accepting people as mains that I either already write with, OR we don't write atm but we are actively talking through IMs to plot or organise a thread or whatever.

(although i’m very willing to pop into your IMs anyway to discuss things if we havent written/talked but you are interested in being mains/exclusives).

[kiigan]

⇾ Main rule: ㅤPlease be nice and respectful. I try my best to make this blog a safe space for everybody, irrespective of gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, religion, etc., and I expect the same courtesy in return.

ㅤMore info in general about how I run this blog and how I am as a roleplay partner can be found [here] and [here].

⇾ Followers and Mutuals: ㅤI don't do follow-for-follows and I'm not here for numbers. If I follow you, I want to interact with you and I assume that is also why you follow me. I reserve myself the right to unfollow/block blogs that I cannot see myself interacting with and/or that make me uncomfortable in any way, and I highly encourage you to do the same to me if it's ever needed.

ㅤFor personal blogs: I usually do not follow back personals because I like to keep a focused dash or else I get easily overwhelmed. Personals are welcome to interact, however! Feel free to send questions, anons, memes/promts, etc. Personals are also welcome to like and leave comments on my posts but, please, refrain from reblogging roleplay threads (it messes up the notifications).

⇾ Interactions: ㅤAlways feel free to come poke at me in the DMs (or to ask for my Discord!), tag me on a starter, ask me for a starter, send something to my inbox. Unprompted asks are always welcome and the memes/prompts I reblog don't have expiration date, feel free to send at any time. Also, always feel free to continue asks. And I don't really care for reblog karma, reblog all the things directly from me if you wanna.

ㅤI prefer plotted interactions, but I'm also open to winging stuff. Also, I do prefer interactions with at least a half-paragraph of content, because honestly I am very bad at one-liners. Multiple threads with the same person are welcome, as well as interactions with different muses from a same multi-muse blog. Fair warning: I sometimes get wordy in my replies! Please never feel like you have to match reply length. Provided there's content to work with and we're having fun, that's what matters to me.

ㅤI add some formatting to my posts (mostly, different colors and font sizes) and I don't use icons, and I'm okay with any style in my partners' replies. If you need me to keep my own replies looking simple and unformatted, just let me know.

ㅤLast but never least: please don't ever feel like you owe me anything. I'm very patient when it comes to replies (also I can be incredibly slow myself) and roleplay is for fun, not to add to irl stress. Take care of yourself and always put your well-being first!

⇾ Content: ㅤThe following themes feature heavily in my portrayal: children as soldiers, children expected to act as adults, blood and injuries, death, (progressive) chronic/terminal illness, (progressive) blindness, mental illness symptoms, genocide represented by the Uchiha massacre, segregation and discrimination perpetrated on the Uchiha clan, canon-typical violence, canon-typical eye gore, manipulation associated with the use of genjutsu.

ㅤThese themes will NOT be tagged, because they are integral to Itachi as a character. Other potential triggers are tagged as: [insert trigger] cw. Sexual content is tagged as nsft cw and will usually be placed under a Read More cut. If you need something in specific to be tagged, let me know. As for myself, please tag anything related to animal harm/abuse/cruelty. I’m open to exploring dark/ angsty/ dead dove themes, provided both muns are of age, rightfully consent, and are comfortable with it.

⇾ Relationships: ㅤYes please. Developing and exploring dynamics between muses is actually one of my favorite things to do! I'm open for all sorts of bonds: romantic, platonic, family, friends, friends with benefits, exes, enemies, rivals, hateships, crackships, all of it. This blog is multi-ship and each thread happens in its own universe, unless plotted otherwise. Regarding sexual content, I personally feel comfortable writing it explicitly, however I will always respect what my partners prefer (like making it vague or fade to black entirely).

[nualaofthefaerie]

Hello!! I come with questions for Madame Nuala President 🎤✨??

So I can see how Sandflower could be established since it has a solid foundation on canon BUT what about Immortalflower? Or Immortal Sandflower? ( hope I’m not mixing ships names! I mean Hob x Nuala x Dream)

Do you have any Headcanons as to how those ships come to be? I would be interested in knowing more about them!

Thank you 🖤

You are so not mixing them, dear. It is ImmortalSandFlower, ISF for short.

We have come to it! The idiots at the end of the road. My creme de la creme of polycules.

Okay, so before Miss Madam President gets too excited, this post will be structured in the following way *puts my big girl glasses on*:

Why do I think ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

My personal headcanons for them

Note to the people: I too have some Dreamling inclinations, I just love WOMEN damn it. Also, she is not my self-insert (that too has been in my inbox). I too want to be a man who is not an idiot and WILL LOVE miss Nuala like she has never been loved before. She is my wife, my girlfriend, my muse. I have no interest in those men. I am in love with her. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

ALRIGHT! It's all under the flower line so I don't do the thing where I clog the tag.

Why ISF works so much more for me than any other trio?

In the short of it - they have such compatible personalities. It's insane. I have a picture I send to my friends every time I try to explain Morpheus - Hob - Nuala.

This is how they exist in my head. When they are in couples, their dynamics LARGELY differ, but together, they share the emotional burden of each other - Moon/Star/Sun dynamic. Morpheus is the tired moon, Hob is the bright star, and Nuala is the warm sun, and together they make the whole sky.

It's a very warm triangle, and to me, they are a real love triangle because each loves the other and they stand alone as couples. When they are a polycule, their power dynamics also equal out if that makes sense. Morpheus does not necessarily hold more power over them anymore, so I like that about it as well.

To illustrate their couple dynamics better, I will give examples. I love to give these examples so people see how versatile they are. (happy screaming).

Dreamling

I will not go into details, but my quintessential Dreamling is 1789 Dreamling.

I think this is the era that really summarizes their dynamic quite well - Morpheus doesn't really force himself on Robert but still holds a considerable amount of power that could equate to him having influence over Robert's life decisions. Robert on the other hand is also very independent, he respects Morpheus, but is not afraid of him anymore. So I enjoy 1789 Dreamling a lot.

2. Sandflower

I won't use the comics to explain what is THE Sandflower dynamic because the real summarized Sandflower dynamic is them:

I can swear this on my soul, when Nuala and Morpheus begin to act like Elizabeth and Darcy in the show, remember, you heard it here first. Their opposite views on the world, their stubborness, the way he treats her in canon as if she is no more but a mere inconvinience but in reality he constantly does things to protect her, is very Darcy and Elizabeth of them. And as I have always said, Nuala has always stood her ground and protected who she is and where she came from.

3. Immortalflower

There is one perfect media that encapsulates Hob x Nuala's relationship SO good that there is no reason to explain further to people because they usually get it from the get go.

THEM. Hob and Nuala have THEE Eugene and Rapunzel dynamic. Consider the fact Nuala has never been to the Waking world, she knows nothing about it and Hob is this Immortal man that has been to every corner of the planet already. Her enthusiasm about everything she doesn't know about sparks back his love of everything he does know. So they are very gentle, loving, fluffy, a bit silly, goofy.

Separated, each couple can stand on its own and be entertaining and complex, while being something completely new and interesting when together, which is VERY rare to me. So they compel me TERRIBLY.

ONTO HEADCANNONS

I have DOMESTIC headcannons the most. If anyone wants spicy HC, you'll have to ask separately. But just so we know, we do offer the Spicy version of the menu.

SO! This is based on the concept of Retired!Morpheus:

The three of them live together in the inn

Morpheus is either a children's book author or a librarian

Hob owns the Inn and does his little Professor gig to the side

Nuala transforms a part of the Inn into a beautiful patissiere, full of pink mugs and live plants and fresh bread, pasteries and wonderful unique blends of teas she learned from her fairy home

They play a board game together once a week

Read together on the couch every night

Saturdays are for movies (Nuala adores animation and Morpheus doesn't understand the appeal of cinema entirely)

When they do go on dates, they usually let Nuala pick where she wants to go because it's her enthusiasm about seeing something new that is more precious to the good old Dreamling who has seen all there is to see from Earth than being on a date per se

Hob cooks, always

Morpheus is a wine mom

Nuala runs around the kitchen to entertain more than to help at any capacity, but she has a talent for vegeterian dishes, but Hob is not a big fan, but they compromise, they compromise

Each of them kind of has their own room, but also they always end up sleeping together in someone else's room.

My hc are all primarily domestic, or maybe my mood is like that right now.

I will now do something very shameless and admit I have already written an ISF one-shot. It's called "Set Me Free" and it's a Sea AU - Dreamling Pirates and Mermaid Nuala. It's one of my favourite things I have written and it's quite fun short story!

I hope my answer was interesting! If there is any other questions, inquires or suggestions or thoughts, my Asks and DMs are always open!

Love,

Li 🪷

[bloodyarn]

❝ You might want someone on your travels who knows their way around a needle , no  ?  . . . I fear the only thing I will be able to stitch up is your clothing. A rather . . . sorry excuse, is it not  ? ❞

# 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐍 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for original companion   𝗕𝐀𝗕𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄   —   the Hexed Seamstress of Baldur's Gate 3 [ not to be mistaken with Tav ] , Mun   &   Muse +21 , stitched together by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning  ,  personals DNI

verses in: Bg3/ general forgotten realms; DND , JJBA , Beetlejuice

𝐈. carrd.     𝐈𝐈. RP memes. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. interest tracker.   

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-> Verses .

blogroll:

@sleetkissed [Durge] / [League of Legends verse] @yourfavoritetiefling [Companion] @swarmcall [Companion] @m1bo [DND oc]

  Rules shortcut under the cut ✂ - - -

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

⟡ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own.

⟡ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt her, shove her or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions.

⟡ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necesarrily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop.

⟡ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames!

⟡ OC - and Tav friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household.

⟡ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. Rarely colored text. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable.

⟡ I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be tagged and under 'keep reading'.

  ⟡ Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Babsi is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them.

⟡ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

[yourfavoritetiefling]

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Follows back from @bloodyarn 

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@bloodyarn [companion oc]

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𝐑𝘂𝐥𝐞𝘀  &  𝐀𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝗿𝐚𝗿𝐢𝐥𝘆 𝘂𝐧𝐝𝐞𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝘂𝘁.

RULES:

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

⛉ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. ⛉ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt him, shove him or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. ⛉ Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ ⛉ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necesarrily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. ⛉ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! ⛉ OC - and Tav friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. ⛉ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. ⛉ I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be tagged and under 'keep reading'. ⛉ Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Bernard is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. ⛉ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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ABOUT:

   Basics:

Name: Bernard [ Ifrit ] Ulin Nickname/Alias: Benny, Berny Age: 30 years Date of Birth: 13th July Gender & Pronouns: cis male [ he/him ] Orientation: pansexual/romantic Race: tiefling Nationality: elturian Class: cleric [ life domain ]

    Appearance:

Height: 183 cm / 6' Hair: red Skin: yellow-ish / ochre Eyes: black sclera, red pupils Scars: various scars across arms and back Other: two sets of short horns, tiefling tail, pointy canine and back teeth

    Personal:

Positive Traits: • vigilant (:D) • caring • humorous • charming Negative Traits: • overly-confident  • jealous • snide • boastful

[theofficersacademy]

Fans flutter, jewels sparkle as they catch the light, and the air buzzes with students’ conversation, nervous and hopeful all at once. The Ethereal Ball has at last come to the monastery’s halls and the rumors that have been whispered all around the academy and beyond — they were all right: the glitz and glamor is a sight to behold.

Tapestries hang from the ceilings, depicting scenes of Fódlan’s most famous tales of chivalry: Wilhelm’s devotion to Seiros, Loog’s faithful service to the Maiden of Wind, the Lion of Riegan’s sacrifice to save Leicester from Almyran hordes, stories of love and loyalty to inspire the students on this unforgettable night. The music grows louder as you approach the Main Hall — the orchestra has already begun playing the first song of the night! You pick up the pace, squeezing past crowds, unwilling to miss a second more.

You're stopped at the door, however, and handed a brooch decorated with one of five kinds of decorations: black feathers, white feathers, strings of pearls, small bells, and teardrop crystals. "Trade your decorations with the other guests," says the door attendant, and sends you inside to socialize.

You’ve been formally invited to the Ethereal Ball

A once in a lifetime experience for students of the Officers Academy, this time an even more magical night full of excellent food and drink, endless dancing, and the highlight of the year for would-be couples and longtime lovers alike.

Not only have the party organizers upped the glitz and glamor this year, but in an effort to study Pasithee's illusion magic, a handful of the church's bishops have set up a magical ballroom separate from the main room where a mystical masquerade will take place.

What’s This Brooch?

Each attendee of the ball finds themselves with a brooch decorated in one of five decorations. See this list to find which one your muse has.

Note: all muses in TOA have been assigned a decoration for ease of randomizing them, but this does not obligate a muse to participate. BOLD your muse’s name on the list if they are participating.

How to Play

The goal is to gather one decoration for each of the 5 decorations represented at the ball, presumably after you’ve had a favorable conversation with the attendee and earned their approval and / or friendship (note: IC interactions do not actually have to be favorable to count toward the goal).

YES: A approaches B with the express intention of making a good impression and trading decorations

NO: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out in the surrounding forest (no mention of the brooch)

YES: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out in a beautiful clearing in the woods, and decide they might as well trade decorations from their brooches while they're at it

YES: A asks B to trade decorations, but B hates A and a fight ensues.

NO: B starts a fight with A for the hell of it, and neither of them mentions their brooch decoration.

Please tag your posts with #toaball2024

A Note on Interactions

This year, do not reblog any of the inbox memes or prompts.

Bold your muse’s name on the decorations designations list to signal to the rest of the group that they are open to ball-related interactions. 

A bolded name means that you are welcome to send any of the memes or prompts without asking beforehand.

You may unbold your muse’s name at any time. This will not affect whether or not they can claim their prizes at the end.

Schedule

New prompts will be released at the beginning of every week until the end of the month. The masquerade will run alongside the main ball for the entire duration of the event.

Prizes

Once you've filled your brooch out with all 5 decorations, you will be eligible to pick one prize from the Spring tab of our prize list!

You will also be eligible for exclusive access to the Dancer class! It will be treated as a Unique class with its own mastery ability. Mastering the class will also grant the character Refresh.

All characters who collect 5 different brooch decorations will receive the prizes.

Prizes can only be claimed after the event’s conclusion.

Please track your decorations somewhere, with the name of the other character (if unmasked) and a link to the interaction. Whether you do it on your blog or somewhere private is up to you, but you will be submitting this to claim the prize at the conclusion of the event

And that’s it! If you have any questions or concerns, please let the mods know!

The Ethereal Ball will run until May 31st at 11:59PM EST! We hope you have fun, and that your characters make a lot of new friends!

- The House Leaders

[m1bo]

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# 𝙼1𝙱𝙾 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for DND oc  𝙼𝚒𝚋𝚘 [ 𝙶𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚘𝚝 𝙸𝙸 ]   —   an autognome artificer, left behind / forgotten / fortunately spared (?) , Mun   &   Muse +25 , mined by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore ,  personals DNI

Mibo has no set pronouns. I am inconsistent with those. Preferably It/Its ; They/Them

Follows back from @bloodyarn 

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𝐑𝘂𝐥𝐞𝘀  &  𝐀𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝗿𝐚𝗿𝐢𝐥𝘆 𝘂𝐧𝐝𝐞𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝘂𝘁.

RULES:

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

⚙︎ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. ⚙︎ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt them, shove them or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. ⚙︎ Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ ⚙︎ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necessarily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. ⚙︎ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! ⚙︎ OC friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. ⚙︎ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. ⚙︎ Shipping: Wow, you want to . . . Like, with a robot ? Mibo is not exactly capable of recognizing feelings, they are a machine, after all. But they sure can act protective if that counts. Then again, I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Mibo is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. ⚙︎ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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ABOUT:

   Basics:

Name: Mining Bot 002 [ Mibo] Nickname/Alias: (none yet, give them one) Age: +100 years Date of Birth : 11th October Gender & Pronouns: no gender [ It/Its ; They/Them ; more leaning towards male pronouns, but any are fine ] Orientation: just wants to dig and mine, man. Race: autognome Nationality: theskian Class: artificer (armorer)

    Appearance:

Height: 350 cm / 11'4" Skin: washed out gold/ brass Eyes: black Scars: various scratches on its surface, hints of oxidation Other: /

[feleshero]

Celebrating you, THE WRITERS!

The TL;DR of this post is this! I'm temporarily transforming my blog into a hub where people can send affections & praise for me to then send out into the world. Think of me as the switchboard of love, baby! Send in pleasant notes tagged with #GRACE and I'll reroute that love, via graphic, love letter, or IC delivery to the target of your affections.

Oh, hey! I didn't see you there, Internet. It's me, Sifr, your friend*. Come in, pour yourself a drink, stay a while and listen.

End of the year, hey? You've been in the battlements for time now and that's a weight you're gonna carry for days. Trust me, I know.

So, rather than let the clock tick over with all that weight left unbalanced, I figured we could take this month (December! The BEST month, objectively) to throw some light around. That's why I'm instituting the inaugural 'End of The Year RPC Bonus Extravaganza!'

"Now, Sifr, you dozy bitch." I can hear you typing on your loud ass mechanical keyboard. "What is an 'End of the Year RPC Bonus Extravaganza', and can't you find a better name for it so it gets a cute acronym?"

...Okay?! Let's call it #Year's End GRACE then. 'Gathering of Roleplayers Actively Celebrating Everyone'. Catchy, easy to parse, moving on to the way it works then.

Over the course of December, maybe even a little into January, I'm gonna be posting compliments, praise, affections and promos that you (my fellow writers) submit to me for the purpose of sharing some joy.

'These can be anonymous submissions, general submissions about an entire fandom, requests where you ask Me to wax about someone you think needs some love & affection. However you can think to send in some weaponized joy to my inbox (with #GRACE somewhere in the message so I know what time it is) I will find a way to get it out in the public and to the people you love!

I'll make a cute graphic for your message if you want, I'll scream loudly in the tags about my own personal thoughts on the person, I'll have a muse of mine 'deliver' the note to another muse in character to bridge the gap between fact & fiction all for you! I want to make this a celebration!

Non-denominational, no agenda, no stress nor pressure, just sending fucking joy across the series of tubes that comprise Irene Adler's internet.

I'll drop this little invitation in the queue multiple times leading up to the new years. My inbox will always be open for this, please DO NOT HESITATE to send in some love & affection for someone! Feel free to reblog this if you want to spread the word, or try to find a way to participate yourself. You don't have to be 'following me' to participate or send things in. This isn't about me, I'm just the middleman for these affectionate transactions.

There'll be no limit on how many motes of joy you can send. If you have any notes on formatting or design that you want for the messages, the graphics, or the in character delivery, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! They can be included and tended to with ease!

Think of this as a little 'End of Year Bonus'. It has no monetary value. It's made of pixels and questionable grammar. But its a part of your heart, signed, sealed and delivered to someone who might really need something to hold on to.

I think that's pretty neat, actually.

[sleetkissed]

❝ Your 𝐜𝗿𝐢𝐞𝘀 , a symphony. Your fear , my 𝐦𝘂𝘀𝐞. ❞

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𝐑𝘂𝐥𝐞𝘀  &  𝐀𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝗿𝐚𝗿𝐢𝐥𝘆 𝘂𝐧𝐝𝐞𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝘂𝘁.

Past (BG3): here ♥

RULES:

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

❅ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. ❅ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt her, shove her or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. ❅ Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ ❅ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necesarrily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. ❅ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! ❅ OC - and Tav friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. ❅ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. ❅ I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be tagged and under 'keep reading'. ❅ Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Esteri is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. ❅ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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ABOUT:

Basics:

Name: Esteri Venla Väisänen Nickname/Alias: Ester , The Dark Urge Age: 34 years Date of Birth: 5th december Gender & Pronouns: female, she/her Orientation: pansexual/romantic Race: human Nationality: baldurian Class: sorcerer [dragonic bloodline - cold ]

  Appearance:

Height: 180 cm / 5'11'' Hair: white Eyes: pale red Scars: none visible Other: several beauty marks all over her body, subtle freckles

  Personal:

Positive Traits: • honest • creative • patient • mature Negative Traits: • snobbish  • indifferent • lack of empathy • slightly narcissistic

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A thought about them that they’d never share: ice cream maker personified

First impression of them: a little scary kid.,.,. why he scary..

Favorite thing about them: ICE POWER!! so cool..

Least favorite thing about them: can you please put the trash in its correct trashcan

Hopes for their future relationship: hope we can get along more!! and hang out more!! and eat ice cream together more!!