#open grisha verse rp

[multistoty]

For my grishaverse muses , I have read the books and seen the show

Might take a bit but like,reblog, comment, or message for a starter

Muses include: Wylan, Matthias, Kaz, Inej, (selective) Jesper, Nina, Alina, Mal, (selective) Nikolai,genya , and Zoya

[freak1ish]

#Freak1ish— rp blog for a fandomless OC Lupin Delmont, void kitsune, demon fox. His main default verse ties in with most fandoms and will be the verse I will use primarily. My other verses include The Sandman./ DC comics Supernatural, Stranger things, Buffy the vampire slayer, Grisha verse, Dragon age, Marvel, True blood. You can find these on Lupin's pages AU and crossover friendly. Rated 18+. Lupin’s real face/ face claim is Timothee Chalamet but because of his facial disfigurement/ scarring he chooses to wear his older face at all times specifically his main verse. His older faces face claim is Tom Ellis. NSFW CONTENT THROUGHOUT. Such as violence, and gore as well as horror related themes. Written by Coyote ( 30+) United Kingdom. This blog is medium activity. PLEASE NOTE I am going to be on a works programme from Wednesday for the next nine weeks which will involve me getting up early every morning until the 10th September so my activity may be affected during this time.

I have decided to make Caleb a secondary muse/ side muse for the moment but feel free to send him memes.

A study in learning to love oneself,  surviving trauma, being dark and sarcastic, striking fear in the hearts of the many, corruption, survival, and trying to learn how to love.

LUPIN DOC / LUPIN VERSES / LUPIN SOUNDTRACK / CALEB DOC. / CALEB SOUNDTRACK / ASK PROMPTS / OPEN STARTERS

[unfcreseen]

STARTER CALL .

like for a one liner while i get the verse page set up!

[ofmythandlegend-blog1]

ᴏᴩᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

The Wraith’s footsteps are as silent as always, her hood covering her face in dark shadows. “Are you sure that you have not made a mistake by coming here?” Even her voice is quiet, soft. It’s only supposed to be heard by the person to whom she directs it.

[crystallizedaria]

New Blog, Open Requests!

Hi everyone. I'm kind of new to the writing scene here so I figured I would make a big post about what I'm comfortable writing and ask for some prompts or something.

I can do imagines, headcannons, ficlets, one shots, drabbles, and poetry. I struggle to motivate myself so people asking helps a lot.

Here is a huge list of fandoms that I am into:

? = Rusty

* = Super Interested

Limited = I have more restrictions on what I'd be willing to write.

Adventure Time

Bleach

Boku no Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs - Limited

Cowboy Bebop

D.C.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba

Dead By Daylight ( @dbd-imagines )

DMMD

Durarara - ?

Fairy Tail

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy XIV - ?

Final Fantasy XV

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Fire Force

Genshin Impact

Gravity Falls

Grisha Verse (Books)

Haikyuu

Hannibal ***

Homestuck

Hunter x Hunter

Inuyasha - Limited

JJBA Part 1-7

Jujutsu Kaisen

K Project

Kingdom Hearts

Magi

Marvel*

Mob Psycho 100

Monster Prom***

Mystic Messenger

Naruto

Persona 5

Promare

Pokemon

Teen Wolf***

The Adventure Zone: Balance

The Quarry

Seven Deadly Sins

Skate the Infinity

Slashers

Soul Eater

Voltron - Limited cause I didn't watch past a specific season.

Stardew Valley

Supernatural (au requests only)

Yugioh

Also what I will not write for public on here is any obvious ick things, I have trauma, as well as sinking ships. No NSFW either. I'll also totally rp some of this in dms as well as doing suggestions in asks. Please keep in mind that I may not find every prompt interested and may skip some.

I really enjoy crossovers, aus, and anything thats a little more than slice of life for actual one shots and stuff!

[multistoty]

@multistoty

Indie Selective Multimuse Rp with fandoms such as HOTD, Star Wars,TVD, Witcher, Turn, Originals, Witcher, TMI, TID, Wednesday, OUAT, Six of Crows and more including lots of YA fandoms.

credit for the promo

[multistoty]

One line open

“Do you make a habit of hovering?”

[multistoty]

It’s five am but I’ve been rereading Rule of Wolves and I would love to write in so many fandoms but while those muses are fresh in my head, like, reblog, or comment for a starter

I’m thinking of adding hanne but all the usual grishaverse suspects minus a few who aren’t with us in this timeline unless au

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”

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Nikolai couldn’t help smiling devilishly as the figure strolled into his rooms in the castle. His feet propped up on the table in an echo of his former privateer nature. The sun tanned fingers wrapping around the expanse of the brandy he had been nursing. This was the home he had grown up in though a darker part of him missed the scent of sea salt air brushing against the air. The moon courting the sky and kissing the floor was something he could settle with for now. “Is there something you need, darling?”

[multistoty]

@literatae @bcbliophile @iknowmetal @ravkanwings

[multistoty]

Open to Zoya’s

the stress doesn’t ebb  regardless  of  how  much  he  attempts  to  work  the  knots  out  from  his  neck,  but  there  is  something  much  easier  about  breathing  when  zoya  is  here.  and  it’s  not  as  if  she  has  a  calming  presence      (storm  witch  carrying  static  electricity,  the  hairs  on  his  arm  standing),      though  he  knows  she  is  the  one  who’d  drag  him  back  here  if  need  be.  that  is  a  comfort.      “you  look  as  RADIANT  AS  ALWAYS,  general  nazyalenskaya.  don’t  make  me  feed  your  ego.”      title  is  thrown  at  her  with  a  teasing  tone,  lips  quirking  up  into  a  smile  only  slightly.  there  is  no  need  for  titles  here  though,  respect  is  shown  in  so  many  other  ways,  and  the  way  she  says  his  name  sends  warmth  into  the  darkness  that  rests  inside  him.  sitting  up  straighter,  he  lets  out  a  soft  laugh,  humor  returning  slowly  but  surely.      “and  what  would  i  do  without  you,  zoya?”      RAVKA  WOULD  FALL  APART,  he  knows.  lifting  the  book  up  to  show  her  the  cover,  istorii  sankt’ya,  though  he’s  read  it  a  thousand  times.  it  doesn’t  matter  the  contents  of  the  books,  he  simply  missed  reading,  and ��saints  it  was  his  way  to  claw  at  humanity  now.      “more  interesting  than  another  of  kamenski’s  military  histories.  at  least  for  you,  i’m  sure.”

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Open to Wylan’s

WAS IT POSSIBLE FOR SOMEONE TO BE COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE, while also being perfectly in place somewhere?  wylan looked like he belonged here, among the finery and glitter; he looked like he had stepped out of a painting, some lovingly rendered fairy tale prince come to life.  no crown could have suited him more than that mop of auburn curls.  and yet, his eyes darted this way and that — he stood with his posture too straight, hands clasped tightly in front of his body.  even as they danced, jesper felt the rigid set of his hands, the tension in every step.

he wondered to himself if it had anything to do with the hawkish stare of his father.  was there a way to ask without it being improper . . .?

“ he won’t vanish if you take your eyes off him, ”  jesper offers, a soft note of amusement in his voice.  truly, van eck seemed right at home among the pageantry.  as the crowd changes its steps, he moves accordingly; the hand holding wylan’s loosens enough to twirl him once.  “ i worry about losing my father in the crowds, too, but they’ll be fine.  you can enjoy the night without worrying. ”

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Nikolai rolled his eyes with fond dramatics as he leaned back like a cat against his chair. Undignified in it’s elegance like the prince turned privateer. Even now dressed to the nine’s in this grand room of the palace he called home, a glass of bourbon still swirled in his hands. Ivory fingers wrapped around the soft weight of the glass taking in the figure in front of him. “Don’t be so surprised. You can take a man off the seas, but the waters are still part of him. Besides, how else could I have gotten through that meeting.”

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”