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@musessinabag asked:

TRUTHTFUL TUESDAY 18 and 19

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18. what’s your favorite trope?

Isekai tropes! Another World and Reincarnation tropes are my favorite to write, and to consume in media.

19. what’s the most overrated plot?

OG FL / ML is crazy and villainous. Wants to kill new FL / ML, or whatever. I just find it overplayed in the isekai otomes I read and lately I've wanted to chew on the limbs of whatever group decided that was going to be a common trope.

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GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Kami or Kami-sama pronouns— He/She/They I'm genderfluid so they really just, stay rotatin'. They/them is safe though! preferred comms — Tumblr hates to notify me of literally *anything* so if you tag me, or IM me, or anything- While I check frequently- I may miss it. So my discord is open to mutuals and please I beg of you do not be afraid to DM me. XD name of muse — Ryuu King Evans experience in RP — Oh gosh. Uh. Nearly 14+ years of roleplay experience. I've been through just about every medium you can think of. Forum, Text messages, Chatzy, Email, Skype, Google Documents, Kik, Discord, and of course Tumblr. best experiences— I think it's currently a tie between Tumblr and Discord. Which is a reasonable tie, in my opinion. XD pet peeves/dealbreakers — Oh. Hmm, maybe non communication? Drama. And people who refuse to read a muse out properly. muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Well, my muse would prefer fluff. But I genuinely like anything that can evoke great emotions in another person. That deep gut wrenching angst, the feet kicking fluff, and the cheek heating smut, all are S-tier to me. I just want to write in a way that makes you feel enveloped in the story, so if you're invested, I'm doing my job right. plot or memes — Both! I don't reblog a meme if I don't think it can be turned into something of a plot. Of course, it's up to you to decide if it should be a thread. XD long or short replies — I love long replies, they make me eager to respond since I can see just how invested my rp partner is. But short replies are good, if the rp was short to begin with. ^.^ I'm not fond of one liners long term though, since I don't use icons they can drop off too easily. best time to write — Anytime, honestly. As long as I'm not asleep, or busy, I'd generally prefer to be writing or drawing. ^.^ are you like your muse?: I wish. King seems to have a lot more things together than me. But no, I think we aren't all that alike aside from our friendliness and our general love of cats.

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King watched him, as if seeing him in a new light. His tawny skin, yellowed hair, warm hues... Yeah, this looked like fire given life. But wasn't he usually... Ya know. Smaller? And way more... flickering flame clutching a log, like. Nah that didn't make sense, but still, how was he... this? Was it a deal? Could he always do this? Was it a result of the deal with Howl? They had so many questions but they couldn't dare ask some of them...

"That is the way we came, I assume you were near the Hatter's earlier?"

King jogged after him, shoving their left hand into their pocket and tugging the long sleeve down over their wrist to hide their arm. Any second their curse could pulse, and they didn't want the glow or anything to alert him. Instead they kept pace with him, and yawned gently, right hand covering their mouth for a second.

"You frequently travel around, Calcifer?"

Small talk, someone had to start it, why not King?

Weird tone shift. But he's not going to comment.

Calcifer waits patiently for King to return the ugly hat, and he's happy to see it's actually gone when she returns. Calcifer turns around, hands on his hips, as he looks right then left. Was it this way? Or that way?

He's not exactly helpful when even he gets lost on these streets. He was locked away in a castle up until very recently.

"...This way!"

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What My Muse Smells Like

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King Smells Like:

Tide detergent from their clothes

String wax for bows, and sword oil for swords

Lemons and lemon treats when the weather is hot.

Dusty smell of too many books cling to them after vacations.

Amber, and magnolia blossoms as a natural scent.

They think they always smell like blood. JJK

Faint smell of baby's breath and forget-me-not flowers follow in their path

Freshly cleaned linens. KHR

Cigarettes

Buttercream icing

Coffee OP

Seaweed and fish

Beer

Barbecue FMAB

Automail Oil

Xingese Spices

Fried street foods

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@heavens-sin asked:

❛  i can't make this alone … finish what we've begun.  ❜

Their arms wrapped around him, hips and upper tail supporting him beneath the water, holding his broad body close. Height difference? Size? None of that mattered in the incomprehensible strength of their mermaid form. The wood of a broken ship cracked in King's free hand, haki flashing across their palms and staying the wood from slicing into skin. Haki energy blazed around their body, unrestrained and furious. They weren't even conscious of how their unrestrained fury would register in this world. But feeling the sheer willpower that boiled in their blood, and feeling the distant shards crumple into the water. They couldn't be entirely sure how, but somehow their enemies had found them once again, and now somehow their love had wound up in the ocean. Anger blurred their vision, but that was the glorious thing about being at his side and being on his side. You didn't have to stamp down that rage. You could let it roll freely. Distantly, King heard him speak, encouraging them to take action, to finish taking down their enemies who had arrogantly announced their existence.

"Of course, my love. Anything for you."

Her voice was a snarl that dropped into a purring tone, unbridled rage and protection of a mother scorned all too many times by the arrogance of others. The fury of a woman with her life stolen away too many times by the tales of destiny and fate, the one who stole the story back and ripped it to shreds. Damn all who wanted to control their story, damn them to the darkest depths of the abyss. Their body twisted and turned, long tail curling through the waters to raise the two of them up against the side of the ship. King rose from the water, gently and elegantly laying him back against the mast of the ship, safe and comfortable despite his still drying form. Damn the ocean and it's obsession with consuming devil fruit users. With a slightly damp kiss to his cheek she spoke again, showing sharp teeth that were soon to be stained with blood.

"Wait for me here. I won't be long at all."

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@heavens-sin asked:

❛  they'll die because we say they must.  ❜

Some distant part of her knew this was wrong, knew she shouldn't do it, knew that one day she might grow to regret this path in this particular world. But that part of her had been squashed to death by her apathy at realizing he was there when no one else was. That's the damning thing about falling in love with someone like Doflamingo. It twists your heart up until you're either a broken shell, or a sharp weapon. And King always chose to protect themself. So, sharp weapon it was. Glass like heart turned inside out, protecting her soul by tearing down everything in their combined path. Some distant part of her wondered if he took glee in how she shattered and rebuilt herself under his touch, maybe he enjoyed it, watching someone who saw themself as morally irreproachable- crumble, and rebuild with sharp shards of anger and betrayal at the world. Turning into something like him, and choosing to stay with him with a love unbridled and uncontrolled. Though, the present her, had no such thoughts, instead- King let the anger and curses of the offenders wash over her like they were fresh spring water. A refreshing note to tie up a long day and nothing more.

"Oh, I know. They're just... So sad, you know? They want a savior so bad, and yet they damn all that would save them. It's kind of pathetic and cute."

The smile that split their blue lips was twisted and snarling, but it looked so serene despite the electrifying hatred that burned in their blue eyes.

"They're arrogant, ignorant, and foolish little creatures. Someone has to take care of them. And as the role of their caretaker, they have to be put down when the time comes. You can't hold back just because they cry."

The cold calm delivery of this would likely send shivers down anyone else's spine, but it was just... normal, for King to say things like this. At least ever since their breakdown that day. Still- This wasn't about that day. Instead, it was about the burning town just ahead, lit aflame by the choices of the 'foolish little creatures' in discussion. Or that's what King would say, if you asked them. Watching the fire climb higher, like one might watch a burning bonfire, she listened serenely to the screaming and swearing, curses hurled at them for their 'wicked nature' by the peasants. She stepped towards Doflamingo, slipping under his arm, placing his open palm on their shoulder and lacing her fingers in his as they both took a moment from their restless nature, to bask in the righteous fires that burned the foolish peasants, tilting her head back to smile up at him, the sweetest smile on her lips.

"We should do this more often."

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@queenharumiura asked:

Ship chances + Kurapika ((ooc: ignore me being nebby eue ))

I'm gonna also go ahead and tag the person I think this is for. x'D @skarletchains

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King stared at the letters, disbelief on their face.

"We've barely spoken?"

And you were incredibly flirty. Who would've guessed that outsiders watching might be a little curious.

"Ah... Well. I think he has an amazing story. A strong attitude. When he was much younger he acted like he had a stick up his ass, but as he's grown older and been around more people, he's changed. ... My only concern is if I would say something wrong. He's a good person with strong morals. And I've got a moral compass with a spinning needle. Pretty sure I'm a good person.. but. Well."

That's enough of that nonsense. You're a good person for the most part, it's very seldom that you'd ever be classified as evil, and that's usually not your fault in the end. As for you two together, I think it'd be very cute. Incredibly difficult, possibly heartbreaking, but cute! And that's what two edgy people like you both need. Some sparkle and joy in your lives. Of course- you need to become friends first. So... Do that! To ship it, I'd need lots of communication, and so much plotting. But it's entirely on the table. Also! Thanks for sending this in!

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[ @whiskeysmulti from x.]

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King didn't cower from his shout, crimson red overlapped with the natural plush red pink that his rough voice exuded to her mind. The alarm of crimson scarring over the normal spill of his voice in her vision. Instead she bared her teeth and stood as tall as she could, eyes glaring at him.

"Don't-!" underestimate me!

The words died on their tongue, their brain finally processing his words. The crimson red falling away to reveal his natural tone, and bringing a sense of comfort from the concern in it. Though they tried to sound mad, and angry, their voice did crack at the end, breaking off as the realization that they shouldn't be so numb to the potential of their own death. King processed his statement, hearing and recognizing the concern, and frowned even more. They made a quick tsk noise, nose scrunching, and sighed like they were about to say something they hadn't wanted to but should, in fact, be said.

"... Thank you for caring." Someone should, if I'm forgetting how to.

Their eyes darted off, hearing something, and they lifted their sword up to his shoulder, fast- and a sharp ting sound echoed near him- off of the blade as a bullet bounced away, casting sparks from the metals clashing. It was just a stray bullet, but it could've done some genuine damage.

"Don't prioritize my life over you and yours though, you're important."

The unsaid notion of King being unimportant was left to the air as King moved to step from their sheltered spot, intending to go back into the fight. King didn't consider themself a good person, but fighting for the Vongola 10th and his people was always a good thing in this world. They were rarely in the wrong when it came down to it. And even if they were, so what? They were important. So defending them with her life... that was a given.

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@queenharumiura asked:

Quick think! + Gokudera

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"Childhood."

The taste of strawberry candy and lemonade soda pop. Gokudera's name immediately took King back to a time when they were young and things were a smidge simpler. Of course, there were further ideals towards him, and more that they could elaborate on- but the request was for the first thing that immediately popped to mind.

"I can explain, but you'd have to ask~"

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King was, thankfully, unaware of how dad-like Shanks' humor was, and truly just accepted the name Stabs as a quirky little joke of the masked man before them. They did catch the crew part, but their expression shifted only slightly, a smile on their lips.

"A map? Let's go to the kitchen first, then we'll see what kind of trouble we can cause."

King was raised to be responsible. But that was at home, not here, where they were just a wanderer infiltrating a noble banquet for some serious grub. They ran a hand through their long bangs, sweeping them back before they fell forward naturally again. They noticed his left arm was hidden, and held their left hand out towards his right hand.

"If you act like you know me, we can sneak out easier, Stabs. So take my hand and we can find the kitchen. I've got an excellent nose."

They tapped their nose with their right index finger. It wasn't entirely a lie. King's synesthesia allowed them to track down things easier through more than just the main senses one would use.

The problem with Shanks, as Benn would often say over drinks, was his inability to take the most severe of situations seriously. Primarily if said situation only concerned his own well-being. So when Basilisk offered the alias, Shanks offered his own, “Call me Stabs.” And he had to hold his own laughter at his own dumb joke that would make Benn rub his temples and curse the sky for the shit luck he got with this stupid captain.

"I haven't found any beer, but that doesn't mean it's not here. We can break into the kitchen," he looked behind him to make sure his First Mate wasn't about to wreck his plans. As the man often did because he was great at ruining Shanks' good time. "Wanna go?"

It sounded infinitely more fun to break into a kitchen and steal beer than it did to wait around here and act all posh. But even with his desire to cause light chaos, he couldn't forget the real reason he was here.

"Also, if we find a map, let me know. I promised my crew- er, my friends," well, that might have been a little slip. Maybe Basilisk wouldn't connect the dots that he was the Red-Haired Shanks, but they might for sure figure out that Shanks wasn't exactly invited here. But he could get kicked out. Benn wouldn't be found, he was pretty sure on that- Benn was just good at acting like he had a stick up his ass. And Mercy was having fun, so he wouldn't do anything to expose her while she was having a good time.

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@whiskeysmulti asked:

"So what is your fighting style anyway?" Gokudera asked. (from my inbox call!)

King twirled in the chair, legs parted and hands planted between them on the cushioned fabric. It was a spinning stool, like an office chair with no back on it. They considered how much to answer, humming for a moment before finally replying, while still spinning... So their voice was wobbly sounding.

"Mmm... I prefer ranged. But it's easier to carry around my sword than it is to carry my bow and a quiver and arrows. That issue accompanied with the fact that most conflicts I end up in are already within melee range... Just means it's easier to carry a sword. Though, mom did teach me boxing so I can handle myself hand to hand as well. I'm never defenseless... Why? You plan on training with me?"

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King's Wholesome Values

"I have considered hosting events, little get together events... Those could be fun. But yeah this is all pretty accurate. Even knowing that- I am still offended by the habitual liar part though."

Swiped from: @whiskeysmulti Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it. Be warned, it's about 68 questions.

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pick random stuff and I psychoanalyse you

stop hiding.

Stop hiding everything. It’s not a crime to feel, it’s not a crime to react, it’s not a crime to love or to hate. You are human, you will do human things, stop trying so desperately to hide the very things that are so beautiful about you, let them in, even if it hurts you know it hurts more to keep them out.

Tagged by: Stolen from @whiskeysmulti Tagging: Whoever wants to do it, because I've crammed this into queue XD Just tag me if you want, cause I'm very nosy. :3

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King had been intending to go for a trip soon. Perhaps a leisurely but interesting place like Free or some some sports focused world where it'd be interesting to observe but not dangerous to exist in. But the fates didn't seem to care about King's plans. Instead, snatched away mid bite of breakfast. It began by King feeling an itching sensation in their arm. Usually that just meant they had a day or so before they'd get pulled- but they were unaware until suddenly the seat they sat in gave way, and wind rushed past them. Suddenly they canted forward, falling and causing their hair to fall away from their eyes. Their knees and hands impacted the ground with a muffled noise. Cursed arm glowing and eyes vivid blue like they were glowing brightly. Spawning into a world on top of someone was... new, but not entirely unusual. Their knees were spread, split by the person's hips, and their palms planted into the ground by the other's head. King could tell from their arm still glowing, this world had powers to give to them. Within the hour they would be in extreme black out pain, so they needed to assess if this person was a threat. Bright blue eyes roamed his face as quickly as they could, recognizing the chain covered hand paired with blonde hair, this was a world they were moderately familiar with. They knew it'd be stupid but none the less, the name slipped out in almost a whisper of wonder and amazement.

"Kurapika?"

Then they realized the position could be perceived as intimate, if not a threat, and scrambled back. They fell to the left, moving so quickly off of Kurapika's body they tripped over their bag which was also suddenly there.

"Sorry! You look injured- I have some first aid- A-are you alright?"

Never mind the corpse not far away, or the fact that King just appeared like they teleported in. Making sure he was okay and that he didn't perceive them as a serious threat was important. They began to unzip their bag, rifling through it for any bandages and splits, as well as medicine like ointment for his surface injuries. Their eyes glowing a brilliant blue even as they dug through their bag.

It had been a tough fight. He doesn't know how long it lasted, but he does know that it was intense. He had to use a lot of his potential in order to secure a satisfactory victory. But every effort has a cost.

Kurapika lay unconscious, motionless on the ground with his blonde locks covering his eyes. His black suit was torn as a mark of the fight he had just had. Several meters further away a lifeless body, covered in blood.

Marks from the chains could be seen on his right hand, a hand that was also with cuts and covered in blood, almost as if they had tried to take away his power by injuring his hand. A slight moan left his lips, barely being able to open his eyes some time later.

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@skarletchains asked:

🌺 Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

Aww, thank you so much!! <3

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@rubctosis asked:

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

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Aaaa. Thank you. >///<