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brightlotusmoon · 10 months

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You know that TMNT RP crossover I've been turning into a fic with @remmushound with a document that's literally 244145 words? I've been editing the document and I found a scene I wanted to share just because. Bay Mikey and Rise Leo having a chat.

A huge grin spread across Mikey’s face. “You know what, I bet our April would have done the exact same thing as your April at that age. But then she’d have to tell her dad because it’s his project.”

Leonardo hummed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met April’s dad. Or her mom. Or anyone in her family.”

Mikey pondered this. “Well. Humans are good at lying to each other, especially to protect others. She’s probably kept you guys away from them for her own reasons.”

“Yeah, Most likely. She helped Donnie get back home when night came, and she’s kept our secret since.”

“That’s our hogosha,” Mikey beamed. “In every world, April’s always our first human friend, our first real friend.”

“It’s good to know she’s a constant. I wouldn’t want a world without my sister.”

“Ditto,” Mikey said. “She’s our sister, our mom, our best friend. Casey gets there, in his own way. And hers.”

“She’s your sister-mom? Does she know about this?” Leonardo tried not to laugh.

Mikey chortled. “Yeah, we joked about it.”

“Heh. Of course! You gotta joke with your sister/mother about her status in the family!”

“Well, when she’s the first of her kind that you really get to know across all your timelines, you gotta figure out a bunch of different emotional boundaries. And by you I mean me. And sometimes Donnie. One time really Donnie.”

“Oooo? Spill!”

Mikey hummed. “Weeelll… in one reality she was a teenager like us and Donnie got this huge huge crush on her. Raph too, but it faded. Donnie just kept being awkward for, like, three years.”

“Ooooff. Ouch. Not your Donnie right?”

“Nah. Though me, I totally felt a little crush. Maybe he did too, but now they’re just best friends. Nerds.”

“Awww, you had a crush? That’s adorable. Try anything with my April and we won’t hesitate to send you to a Yokai ER.” Leonardo only half-joked.

Mikey held his hands up. “Dude, she could do that by herself. Don’t worry, no attraction.”

“Better not be, or she’ll turn you into Kame no sūpu! And Miguel will season you well!”

Mikey crossed his arms. “Bet I’d make a good soup, anyway, I know flavor.”

“Eh, mutagen might throw off the taste.”

“I bet it totally would.”

“What does mutagen even taste like…?”

Mikey tilted his head. “Vinegar,” he said distantly.

“…. That’s oddly specific.”

“I know. One of my past selves thought it tasted like vinegar.”

“….. he tasted it?”

Mikey sucked in a breath. “He… didn’t really mean to.”

“How does one do that accidentally?”

“He, uh…” Mikey was trying not to laugh. “He rubbed it on his face. He misread the label.”

“…that poor dude. But at least we know we can make deviled eggs with mutagen if we ever run out of vinegar.”

Mikey wrinkled his nose. “I guess…”

“…would eating mutagen turn someone into mutant? Or is it just blood-to-mutagen contact?”

Blinking, Mikey frowned. “Ya know what, I think it depends on the type and where it came from.”

“Yeah, let’s not tell Baron Draxum about that.”

“Not a fucking word.”

Leonardo made the motion of zipping his lips.

“That dude creeps all of me out.”

“He could make an army of cows by infecting the steak supply. We don’t need any more mutant pigs either.”

“Ugh, that’s a horror movie waiting to happen.”

“Night of the living steak. Ewhhhh.”

“Okay, now I’m grossed out.”

“You should be! That would just be horrifying!”

Mikey sighed. “A couple of our past selves would have called it Saturday morning.”

“You mean there’s worlds crazier than mine?”

Mikey grinned. “Just barely.”

#april fucking o'neil #rottmnt crossover #bayverse tmnt #tmnt fanfiction #cross reality shenanigans #psionic mikey au #mikey loves psychology #rise mikey might be psychic #i might have been the one who started the psychic mikey headcanons in the 90s #leo the drama queen #2018 leo is a tribute to 2003 mikey #bayverse mikey #i have too many headcanons #tmnt headcanons #the 2012 tmnt are all autistic #2012 tmnt needed better character growth

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lemonsbakery · 1 year

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tribute to my first cr oc, I made her on this very day last year. Her name is Strawberry Cat Cookie, she likes the nickname cc though!

click below for a massive thank you paragraph from me to her (INCLUDING A BUINCH OF MY FRIENDS BTW LOL) and a bunch of funfacts about her, like her design history!

I made cc to roleplay in a public cr rp server, there I met some of my closet friends; Roffy(P0ff/Rockstar), Norry(Norman), Klee, Mags, and Flame. There we made our own server, the cookie run Infected Au. From that server we all grew closer and closer, cc was there for it all and she still is. CC started many friendships in my life and helped me escape a toxic relationship I was in at the same time. If I never made her I would've never gotten tumblr, my friend Norman sent me Almonds (FRIEND. NOT THE COOKIE.) youtube channel and was like 'BRO LOOKT THIS ECLAIR ANIMATION OMGMGM' and I checked it out! after a while of lurking in silence under Almond's posts I started leaving these fucking massive analyses under Almonds posts, then I found out Almond had an askblog for an au he made...so I got tumblr to ask Roquefort what eyeliner brand they used(I WILL FIND OUT SOMEDAY IM TELLING YOU.). I started trying to figure out how to work tumblr, and then my friend Kye found my tumblr and sent me an ask abt how we have sm blorbos in common!(I THINK??)! Kye asked for my discord and I gave it to her, then we became good friends! That helped me start becoming more social on tumblr, that helped me realize that this website is a place where I can meet so many cool people..and I did! Its all thanks to this oc I made. I never thought I would hold an oc so dear but here I am writing a paragraph about how much a literal cookie oc has changed my life. shes gone through SO MANY DESIGN CHANGES ITS ACTUALLY BAFFLINF|

The first one was made in my magic oven (DUH), she was originally going to be called 'Strawberry Fudge Cookie', she was going to be a sarcastic 15-year-old who lost her sister at a young age then I remembered the cookie cat theme song from steven universe and I was like 'OH WE'RE GOING WITH THAT.' And I made her first USED design (the one AFTER the my magic oven sc), SHE was going to be a graceful 14 year old who lost her sister in a hunting accident since..yk cats then I decided to change her age to 12 and I decided to change up her backstory entirely, she was officially a very soft spoken cookie who stood up for her friends ONLY and spoke up when her friends couldn't do it themselves. then i joined the infected au, and everything changed./pos She now is involved in many AU's, like the disease au, villain au, infected au, etc! CC helped me improve my writing, my art, myself. She peaked my interest in psychology, she was something to talk about when I had nothing to talk about. Without CC I would be a MUCH different person. I think you get the point, basically..if you know me or are friends with me and met me through cookie run THANK THIS OC. Thank you for you time, Happy birthday CC <3

#lem rambles #cookie run oc #i love you all/p #lems art

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wanderingaroundwithmysoul · 8 months

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Mun is over 20. Please, no minors.

I'm non-selective. I'm down to RP with anyone, so don't be afraid to drop into my inbox/tag me in stuff! My style can sometimes lean a bit towards the lengthier side, but I don't expect anyone to try and match that.

I don't roleplay outside of the Resident Evil universe. I'm up for anything within it, though! I enjoy the games, the comics, the novels, etc. alongside the Anderson flicks.

I'm OC & AU friendly. I love to hear about 'em, too, so please share with me!

I multiship, so I'm open to pairing Rain with various characters. Lemme know if you're interesting in shipping.

I like having multiple threads. If you want to start a new thread with me while we already have another going, feel free!

If you see me already RPing with somebody who has the same muse as you, that doesn't mean I'm not interested in interacting with you! Everybody brings something unique to their depictions.

You'll find blood, gore, & violence here, so be warned. It appears both in my writing and occasionally in my icons or reblogs. It'll never be anything extreme, though.

I don't do NSFW stuff. My ace ass simply can't haha.

Although I also write for the Rain clones, I always default to the OG Rain when replying to asks/tags. So if you'd like to interact with Good or Bad Rain, please specify!

There might be times when I'm slow at replying. I promise I'm not ignoring you. I've just got other stuff going on too, y'know? And on that note, I don't expect fast replies from anyone. Take your time!

Starter memes can be found here!

Starter calls can be found here!

If you have any questions or anything, feel free to ask!

Rain comes from the 2002 film, Resident Evil. Alongside that and various headcanons, my interpretation of her is also loosely based on the novelization, Resident Evil: Genesis. (I do have a lot of problems with that book and how she was written in it, though). The clones come from Resident Evil: Retribution and take loose elements from the novelization of the same name.

Name: Rain Melendez Ocampo

Eyes: Dark brown. However, I do occasionally make them partially light blue after infection.

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on verse.

In the Anderson flicks, her mid-twenties at the time of the initial Hive incident in 2002.

Also in the Anderson flicks, her thirties in Extinction through to The Final Chapter, which ends in 2012.

In the game universe, typically in her mid-twenties during the time of the Raccoon City incident in 1998.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation:

Former LAPD police officer

Former paramilitary commando for the Umbrella Corporation

...Currently working to screw over her last employer.

In the game universe, after Raccoon City, I'll often put her in the BSAA or some other organization that fights bioterrorism.

Personality: Rain is tough, intimidating, prideful, and full of tenacity. But beneath that rough exterior is a caring person looking to do good and help others. If sacrificing/putting herself at risk means saving someone, Rain isn't likely to hesitate.

She's fiercely loyal and protective toward friends, none of whom are safe from her ribbing or attempts to rough around.

Often, Rain comes off as crude and/or blunt since she isn't very careful with her words. If she has an opinion, she probably won't refrain from telling you. Vulnerability, however, isn't something that comes easily to her. She tends to simply close herself off with an "I'm fine."

You might find that she has a slight temper... Perhaps more than slight. Most call it hair-trigger. Her anger usually comes and go in quick bursts.

Rain was heavily infected by the T-virus and received a dose of the antivirus when it should've been far too late. She should've died. Instead, she woke up a day later in an empty hospital, having been put under quarantine and subject to various tests. She left, unsure of what exactly happened to her.

Some other stuff:

Rain tends to enunciate a lot more when she's super pissed off. She'll speak all slow and deliberately. For example, while she normally drops the G in words such as "something" and says "somethin'" instead, an angry Rain doesn't do that.

Mind you, she does look pissed off most of the time, but that's just her resting face.

If she's especially prideful about anything, it's her marksmanship. For the most part, it isn't misplaced, either. She's a damn good shot.

On the topic of guns, Rain is pretty knowledgeable about them in general. Firearms are a huge interest of hers.

When she worked at Umbrella, she was a part of a unit known as Sanitation led by Commander James "One" Shade. Other teammates included Chad Kaplan, Olga Danilova, Alfonso Warner, Vance Drew, and J.D. Salinas. All of these people died right before the outbreak in Raccoon City.

J.D. was Rain's best friend. She partially blames herself for his death

When she was a part of Sanitation, she'd use a Heckler & Koch MP5K and a Springfield Armory M1911A1, which are guns she's still rather fond of.

She was born in New Jersey and lived there until the age of twelve. That was when her family moved to California, where she stayed until receiving a job offer from Umbrella.

Her family consisted of a father, an older brother, and a dog.

She speaks Spanish as a second language.

Name: Rain Melendez - AKA "Bad Rain"

Eyes: Dark brown. There's a faint red haze when her retinal implants are in use.

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on the verse.

In the Anderson flicks, mid-twenties during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.

In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2003, during which she be in her mid to late twenties. She could survive past that, though.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation: Security operative for the Umbrella Corporation

Personality: Rain is programmed to be ruthless, tough, and intimidating. She's cold, blunt, and matter-of-fact, typically to the point of heartlessness. Her care for others is incredibly minimal, and most of her loyalty lies where it was programmed to be.

When she's given orders, Rain follows them without question or hesitation. Vulnerability and weakness are something she very scarcely allows herself to show.

She's stubborn, being somebody who fights until her absolute last breath. There's also a fair amount of cockiness in her.

While not impossible to form a bond with her, it certainly isn't easy.

Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created to protect one of their testing facilities. More specifically, Umbrella Prime, which is located underwater in Kamchatka, Russia.

Some other stuff:

Following the destruction of Umbrella Prime, she was presumed to have been eaten alive by a horde of Las Plagas Undead (basically T-virus zombies with the intelligence to handle firearms/drive vehicles) after plunging into the depths of the Arctic Ocean. This could be changed in threads, though.

Following a self-injection of the Las Plagas parasite, Rain gains superhuman strength, accelerated healing, and far higher pain tolerance. This happens right after the destruction of Umbrella Prime, so it wouldn't apply to anything taking place before that... Or where it doesn't happen.

Also after that incident, she's started experiencing a deep-seated unease around deep bodies of water. Not something she'll admit to.

Rain has retinal implants that allow her to quickly identify people in Umbrella's database via facial scan. They also feed her direct orders from her AI superior, the Red Queen.

Her weapons of choice are a Colt M4A1 (with an underbarrel M203 grenade launcher attached) and a SIG P226R.

While Rain knows that Umbrella manufactures clones, she doesn't realize she is one.

She also speaks Spanish as a second language.

Name: Rain Ocampo - AKA "Good Rain"

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on the verse.

In the Anderson flicks, mid-twenties during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.

In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2003, during which she would be in her mid-twenties. She could survive past that, though.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation: (Programmed to believe she is an) environmental activist

Personality: First and foremost, Rain is good-natured. She's always looking to do the right thing, help others, and stand up for what she believes in.

Although she prefers non-violence as a solution to problems, when it comes down to the wire, Rain will do what it takes to help somebody in danger. There's definitely a protective side to her. She's a quick learner and brave.

Most people would probably describe her as an ever so slightly awkward, quirky character. Often, she's somebody who will speak without thinking her words through.

Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created as a civilian to be placed into a test simulation to demonstrate the capabilities of Umbrella's bioweapons. However, rather than dying like she was meant to, she survived the simulation.

Some other stuff:

Rain died in Retribution after getting knocked clean off an elevator platform by an Uber Licker, which is essentially a licker the size of a tank. She snapped her neck upon impact with a wall. However, it could be changed in threads.

She's a vegetarian. She doesn't enjoy the taste of meat products, nor the idea of eating animals.

Unlike either of her counterparts, her full first name is Larraine.

Rain is entirely unskilled with guns. She's not particularly fond of them, either. Two of her programmed memories include campaigning for gun control and marching against the NRA.

She enjoys particularly outdoorsy physical activities such as hiking, biking, and climbing.

She also speaks Spanish as a second language... As well as Portuguese as a third. And a conversational amount of ASL.

Rain has three dogs. Two pit bulls and a Rottweiler.

Outside of her dogs, her family truly never existed, but she believes that she grew up with three brothers and a mother in the suburbs of Raccoon City.

#{outta ammo!} ooc #resident evil rp

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sharoscylla · 2 years

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Feeling nostalgic! The first picture is more than a year old but I did the other three over the past couple of days. Senne (pink haired half elf) was the first really major long term RP character I ever had, more than 20 years ago on an IRC text+dicebot game called InterCity RPG. I remember it as an impossibly cool setting - everything I liked about Snow Crash plus high fantasy bullshit like orcs and elves and magic, it was my first exposure to roleplaying and I credit it with inspiring me to be a writer today, lol. And Senne was my longest running character, I picked her up literally the day school let out freshman year of high school and played her until the entire game shut down the summer after my senior year. She started out as a homeless teenager with unusual ninja skills (which, my painstakingly made geocities page explained, was a ruse: she had been infected with a nanomachine vampire virus (this was a thing that could happen in the game) when she was 13 years old and had been an assassin for decades, emigrating to the walled city the game was based in as an incredibly mentally ill 70 year old.)

She got cured of the virus, got to grow up, and started making a life for herself apart from her bloody and horribly abused past (except for when hired assassins and grieving sons/grandsons of her former targets hunted her down) and when the game ended she’d been building up a set of skills and connections and even became a bigger part of the community in general, known for being generally reliable when things REALLY mattered and a huge flake the rest of the time haha. She would have been “17/18” when the game ended, and was growing into a complete badass.

Over the almost 20 years since then, there HAVE been a few people who stayed in contact - some of us played together for a few more years in its spiritual successor, an IRC game called New Reno (a fallout 2 game, natch) and then THAT game’s spiritual successor (Signal to Noise, based of one of my friend’s novel.) Unfortunately my life fell apart and I ghosted all of my friends in a depressive fugue, which makes sense considering what was happening in my life at the time, but I’ve always regretted it.

Well, in the meantime, one of the players from IC has been trying, over the last decade, to get people to come back together and pick back up: 20 years later in-game, with a 20 year war with the forces of hell (this was a thing that happened often in the game) going on, as older/wiser/more traumatized versions of our characters tried to put things right with the new generation. It didn’t wholly pan out - gameplay lasted maybe two and a half months, tops- but I got to reflect on what Senne did in the intervening years, and the character I made to play as a blank slate - Jonah Grimaldi, Senne’s adopted son who died in front of her and was brought back as a cyborg though a combination of a terrible abuse of magic and Faustian deals with evil roboticists - became the jumping off point for Best Boy Grim The Clown.

Before he was Grim the Cyborg Clown, though, he was Grim the Youngest Son, Grim the Dancer and Boxer and Flirt, Grim who learned magic at his new mother’s knee and made lightning dance from finger to finger before sending it through the bodies of whoever his Mum told him to hit. He couldn’t do magic anymore as a cyborg, but he couldn’t remember having ever wanted to do it - his cyborg brain is an incomplete scan of his dying meatbrain, and most of what he knows about himself is what his family thinks they remember about him.

Anyway, Senne ended up starting a courier service to take care of these kids she adopted (stole after rescuing) and eventually ended up becoming a mob boss who mostly did lots of horrifying things in order to protect and preserve the lives of the people living in her neighborhood, and Grim ended up, very briefly, becoming the kind of hero for hire she used to be. :)

#my ocs #old roleplay characters #jonah grimaldi #grim the human #senne the mob boss #goodest best boy who has never done anything wrong ever #depressed goblin nightmare boy #manic pixie dream girl

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unfriendlies · 3 months

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i completely disappeared for a few months and i'm so sorry, i've been having a lot of issues going on health wise with both myself and my mom ( whom i live with because i'm disabled and cannot work and take care of because she's disabled ). just a lot of stress since august/september-ish... i'm not sure when i'll be back around, if i'll be back around. i might just stick with discord rps for a while ( not in any currently but looking ) and use this as a musings blog for now. i'm not interested in doing 1x1 things on discord, it's not something i'm comfortable with.

i'll have an explanation of what i've been going through under the cut.

i ended up getting covid over christmas, gave it to my mom. she has a wound on the bottom of her foot that she's had since may but that ended up getting infected while we had covid. she went septic and now she's in the hospital 40 minutes away where they're talking about amputation more of her foot ( she got her toe amputated in october 2022, and had part of her bone removed sometime in 2015/2016 when we lived in florida ). i've barely slept since christmas because i've been having to take care of my mom even more, even when i was dealing with having covid, too. now i'm basically playing messenger between my mom and her nurses and my brother, sister, and my mom's best friend to keep them all updated. i am full of anxiety, sitting at home alone, having to calm my brother down because he's 10 hours away alone at college and i'm the only one he really has to rely on with this kind of thing. all i want to do is go out there to see my mom but she's in the ICU, i'm not sure if they can have overnight guests there AND it just snowed. i have no idea how to get to the hospital, so i'd be working blindly with gps going the back roads because i cannot drive on the highway without my anxiety getting even more worse and people are just too fucking careless when driving in the snow in michigan. but my mom's best friend will be taking me up there friday morning to visit for a few hours before she has to go to work in the afternoon, so at least i have that to look forward to. and the nurse said i can call down there any time i have questions ( i gave the number to my brother and sister as well so they can call, too ) and that once they have any sort of updates, they'll be calling me to relay them to me.

#hospitalization tw #covid tw #amputation tw #idk what else to tag for triggers but i think that's basically it

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voidpunker · 6 months

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Thanks for the ask to discuss my ocs. Any just bursting with a need to be explained on your part? Google-searchhistory-official

youre welcome :3 i always try to send out these kinds of asks lol

and uhhhhh i was saving this ask bc i was kinda blorboless for a bit- like yea i had my usual beloved ocs (i originally wanted to share nesis but hmmm. perhaps later) but then i got. Ideas and oh man

2 in one actually :33 Reilly (left) and Wezzea (right)

(not their actual design btw, this is just a silly doodle of them in their halloween costumes)

theyre both homestuck ocs yea, but more specifically Heinousstuck, which is a body horror au where kids get transmutated, making them immortal but also changing their appearance

it uh. doesnt affect them too much though- wezzea managed to avoid it, and reillys transmutation is subtle enough for her to hide it

their lore is still kinda a wip mmm but- ok so

they're both jadebloods living in the brooding caverns, their group was mostly near one of the entrances, taking care of the lusii that lived in the caverns, although Reilly lived apart from the others, outside of the cavern. she was technically part of this group, but was never really close to anyone

also :) Reilly is part of a group called the Followers, who basically. blindly murder just because they can. (they split off from a rebellion from a friends oc a long time ago! but their origin is pretty much forgotten because of time + it kind of being a mess- pretty much anyone with rank killed each other long ago to try to take over- them being pretty generally disliked doesnt help either, bc while random murder is allowed and considered normal on alternia, the followers very much encourage killing higher castes, as well as killing a lot, which is a bit more difficult to be okay with), she enjoys growing plants around her hive, many of which are carnivorous, so she uses the trolls she kills as food for those plants, or fertilizer for the others

at some point, another jade from their group finds out about this and confronts her, Reilly tries to kill her, but is severely injured in the fight, and bleeds out

when she wakes up she is. the troll version of a vampire. but since becoming a rainbow drinker is considered sacrilegious, and her group is especially unfriendly to them, she completely cuts contact with them. this worries Wezzea, so she goes to look for her.

but instead a rabid lusus finds her first and attacks her, and it turns out that oops that wasn't rabies but lusithropy (aka werewolf! something we created in our rp gfkdjgkfd, lets trolls change between a lusus and troll form pretty much freely, although specific forms feel better at certain times, depending on sunlight- it does permanently change infected trolls' irises to white, and it can infect normal lusii, but acts more like rabies with them)

Reilly does find Wezzea right after this and realizes that since she got bitten by a werelusus, their group wouldn't accept her anymore either, so she lets her stay at her hive until she can figure things out again. she tries to keep her murder cult activities secret, but Wezzea does eventually figure it out- but instead of you know. doing something about this, she decides to help her, to repay for letting her stay (she mostly protects Reilly/acts as a bodyguard, but also uses her lusus form to gather information)

also to quote from discord: "shes that cat that drops a dead bird on your bed in the middle of the night except the bird is a troll"

and yeah- it starts out as just that. they don't really get along too well, but over time they begin to care about each other but in like a. probably not healthy way. mostly from Wezzeas side tbh, just pure loyalty. i would do anything for you, no matter what. please ask me to kill for you

not that Reilly is normal here either (other than yk. the murder cult thing lol)- she doesn't care about anyone other than Wezzea, only feels hatred for everyone else (not even the good hate kind, more just wanting everyone dead. all they are good for to her is to feed the soil for her plants), she trusts Wezzea with her life and would kill anyone that would harm her as well

they still pretend like they only hang out because its easier for them- they probably try to believe that as well but they are So Unwell about each other

oh oh also: her ancestor caused all this lol basically her hatred and pain got so concentrated reilly basically inherited it, but instead now she doesnt have a clear origin for all those feelings (+ she started the Followers, which directly leads to Reilly dying and Wezzea getting bit)

but when shes younger she was basically overwhelmed by all this, barely having her own identity because everything from her ancestor was just too strong- she manages to figure it out eventually but still sometimes struggles with knowing if a feeling is her own, or her ancestors

#i thought i had an oc tag but i cant find it anymore hmmmm #anyways uh thanks for the ask!!!#i struggle to explain these 2 bc words hard im just rotating em #but helps get my thoughts together!#im still working on the apostates (ancestor) design/name so cant really show them #the fucked up feelings are especially bad towards Wezzea #because the apostate cared deeply about wezzeas ancestor but after they die she kinda closes herself off #'ill never love again' kinds thing yk #and then also the hate makes things extra confusing for reilly #like she hates everyone except this random wolfgirl???? huh what???#but man reilly has taken over my brain i am so feral abt her #oc rambles #nvm i found the oc tag

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madhmoxx · 3 years

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Managed to get some doodles in, not much, but I wanted to draw some Hornet. For some reason she’s just fun to draw!

#hollow knight #hornet #infected hornet #hk #my art #sketch #doodle dump #for context about the infected hornet stuff;#she got infected in me and my friend's rp #and shes like #hot #but also really cool #and hornet with a mouth because y e a #i just had some fun with this really #nothing serious #infection

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coincount · 2 years

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THE LAST OF US RP STARTERS PART I

Well, I have some interesting news for you.

Are these assholes still with us?

Only got a few hours left until curfew.

Ration line hasn't opened yet. Must be running low again.

Better not mention them too loudly. You don't want the wrong person hearing you.

Fuck... so much for the easy route.

Patch yourself up, alright?

You see that shit?

You stay outta trouble, alright? Military's gonna be out in force soon.

No signs of military or infected.

Let's grab our gear. Our backpacks are still here from last time.

Make your shots count.

It's like we're on a date.

You think he's still got our guns?

Once we get our merchandise back, it should be easy to unload.

Body's not that old. Better keep your eyes and ears open.

Get your ass up here. Let's move.

Didn't realise you two were together.

Turn the fuck around and leave now.

I will bash your skull unless you turn around and get your dumb ass outta here.

Let's spread out and make sure no one's creeping around here.

You're insane. Going outside the wall is suicide.

You wanna tell us where the guns are?

You know, I might've done that if you hadn't tried to fucking kill me.

I need something smuggled out of the city.

Ain't a big fan of these odds.

We can sneak by them, even though I know that's not your style.

Damn, we missed all the action.

I'm running on fumes, but I'll make it.

What the hell are we smuggling?

Get the fuck away from her!

What're you, like twelve?

I'll be honest with you, I could give two shits about what you're up to.

You mumble in your sleep.

Sorry it took so long - soldiers are fucking everywhere.

I'm not infected.

Everyone turns within two days, so you stop bullshitting.

When I give you the signal, we run.

There's so many of them out there - how are we supposed to get past them?

They haven't spotted us yet, let's go around.

You better be worth it.

Are we safe?

Hey, fuck you, man. I didn't ask for this.

I mean, we've come this far, let's just finish it.

Damn. That's quite a drop.

If you hear one clicking, you gotta hide - that's how they spot you.

Let's search for supplies.

Other than shitting my pants, I'm fine.

This is crazy. Just don't look down.

I was thinking... after we get back, we can take it easy for a little while.

How do we get out of this place?

How were you bitten?

I'm surprised she didn't shoot you.

Man... you can't deny that view.

I can't swim.

I know you're getting paid for this, but I'm trying to say thanks.

I know that you are smarter than this.

Guess what, we're shitty people. It's been that way for a long time.

I'm not going anywhere. This is my last stop.

Our luck had to run out sooner or later.

Holy shit, she's infected.

Oops, right?

This is fucking real.

I can buy you some time, but you have to run.

I will not turn into one of those things.

Come on. Make this easy fro me.

We just left her to die.

Let's find them and get the hell out of here before clickers show up.

They'll think you're crazy, or they'll try to kill you.

You do what I say, when I say it. We clear?

I've never seen anything like this, that's all.

I don't mean to upset you, but your friend's chances of survival weren't too high to begin with.

I doubt I could get either one of us back into the city in one piece.

So let's say we get a car from this buddy of yours. Then what?

Some places got a head's up before the infection showed up. Most didn't.

Must be hard, just leaving all your stuff behind like that.

Anybody else live in this town?

Let me use that. I'm a pretty good shot with that thing.

When we get there, you let me do the talking.

You're gonna find my body when I die from a heart attack.

Jeez, that thing scared the shit outta me!

Those things are kinda awesome.

Get off your ass and on your feet!

Don't slow down. This place ain't secure.

You got any bites?

Who the fuck is this punk and what's she doing here?

Whatever favours you think I owe you, it isn't worth that much.

If I'm gonna do this, there's some gear I'm gonna need.

Whatever supplies you may want or need, I suggest you grab them.

Man, he's got a fucking stick up his ass.

Don't leave the door open.

Can't believe you agreed to this bullshit.

Why don't you fix one of those cars?

Don't be a dick.

You picked a hell of a place to hole up.

As bad as those things are, at least they're predictable.

It's the normal people that scare me.

I need a gun.

This goes on record as the worst fucking job you've ever taken.

In this world, that sort of shit's good for one thing: getting you killed.

Nice place you got here.

If you would give me a gun, I could help you kill some of these fuckers!

Maybe you should've given her a gun.

There's more of those clicker things inside the house.

That was easier than I thought it'd be. They must be holed up somewhere else.

Get me up there and I'll drop it to you.

Don't get killed up there.

Oh, fuck - they're piling over this fence over here. It's not gonna hold!

Please tell me you're done!

Get ready to haul ass.

Shit, there's more on the way. Barricade the doors.

That doesn't sound good.

What the fuck is that!?

Hate to interrupt your little biology lesson, but can we get the fuck outta here please?

Oh, I fucking hate those things!

So... that worked out well.

Somebody had the same idea. They stole my shit.

You ought to be thankful you're still drawing breath.

That was plan A, B, C, all the way to fucking Z.

He's the only idiot who would wear a shirt like that.

Look, you wanted a plan B. This is as good as it gets.

Let me know when you're ready to finish this thing.

You're doing a good job. I figure you should know.

We're gonna give it another go.

That girl nearly got us killed.

You'd be amazed at how many cars still have gas in them.

Get the fuck out of my town.

This make you all nostalgic?

Oh... why are all these pages stuck together?

I'm just fucking with you.

Why don't you try and get some sleep, alright?

Holy shit... are we going to help him?

What's wrong with these guys?

This motherfucker's dangerous... he killed all of them.

You know the drill. Look around, see if there's anything we can use.

There's some pretty gnarly stuff in here.

That's a lot of people that didn't make it.

So, uh. You kill a lot of innocent people?

I guess this is where the assholes sleep.

Dead people don't get infected.

You sacrifice the few to save the many.

Where did you learn to shoot?

If you want some lessons, I'm more than willing to help you out.

They pull this crap every time. I swear to god, if they're holding out on us again...

Okay, we need to lighten the mood.

It doesn't matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

I found a joke book.

I walked into my sister's room and tripped on a bra. It was a booby trap.

“A book just fell on my head. I only have myself to blame." Oh wait, I said it wrong. Hold on, let me read it again. "A book just fell on my head... I only have my shelf to blame." Heh... ruined it.

Do you even understand what that means?

It's strange seeing a checkpoint with no soldiers.

This place has been abandoned for a while now.

Let's keep it down while we're going through this area, okay?

I'm so fucking tired.

Now that we have enough people watching all the exits, he says we can set up a larger perimeter.

Every time we try, it ends up with a bunch of us getting killed.

Keep your expectations in check, youngun. You'll live longer.

Look at all these books. I wish I had more room in my backpack.

What did the mermaid wear to her math class? An algae bra.

Okay, I'm all joked out.

We're cutting through the hotel.

The wood's all rotten.

Ever stay in a place like this? Before it all went to shit, I mean.

I really miss coffee.

You are a weird kid.

"People are making up apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow..." Too soon.

We've got another floor to check.

#rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #apocalypse rp meme #rp meme #rp sentence starters #meme.

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 2 years

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Wisteria Dragon Cookie

The catalyst to Necromancer's memory blanks. Wisteria had Clockwork's guard lowered by asking for innocent wishes (back when Clockwork just did it for people). But one day when Wisteria asked for his daughter's hand, he naturally said no when he realized Wisteria knew TOO MUCH about her when Stellar (Necromancer's old name) never even knew Wisteria.

Because of this, Wisteria forced Stellar to fall in love with them via a love potion. Clockwork, being extremely powerful, banished Wisteria and was forced to make a terrible choice. Using his magic he erased his own child's mind as it was the ONLY way to cure the affects of the love potion at the time. Wisteria eventually found a temporary mate and had Lychee, making false promises to them that Necromancer would be their "mama".

Their own poison is extremely deadly as only one thing can cure it. Their Nectar...which is their blood. The Poisoning happens in four stages,

First: Infection

Second: Purple splotches appear on the skin and you fall into a coma

Third: Horrible nightmares

Fourth: Death

And note, it's difficult to find out that only their Nectar can cure it.

In an rp, Wisteria attacked the Dark Cacao Kingdom cause that's where Necromancer resided as a doctor (ironically). Dark Cacao's fiance Dark Mousse Cookie got poisoned, but she managed to briefly wake from her coma and one of the things she managed to utter before falling under again was about the dragon's nectar.

He didn't know if it would cure the poison or make it worse so he had to take a shot in the dark and Necromancer went to retrieve it. So Necromancer had to fight this bitch, luckily managed to cut their hide enough to bottle the nectar and save the kingdom from mass death.

Sakura Dragon Cookie

Sakura is the birth parent of Rocker Punk/Lavender Dragon Cookie and the mate of Nectarine. They keep to themselves on their island which is covered in cherry blossom trees. The massive tree in the center is Sakura's life force, they live up in the branches with Nectarine. When they first met their mate, who was very cocky and arrogant at the time, Sakura grabbed them by the ear and threw them out into the ocean. This was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Sakura was very different from a lot of dragons, much more generous empathetic towards Cookies though still had their quirks. Both they and their mate agreed that they didn't want their child growing up with dragon values so they left her egg at the doorstep of a Cookie home. But they kept watch of Rocker all their life.

They have the power of rejuvenation and revival at the cost of their own life force. The more they revive the more the branches on their tree will die, if every branch dies then Sakura dies as well. Because of their heart there was a time before where Nectarine had to stop them from almost ending themselves through this act of care and self-sacrifice. Stubborn and wise, they're not to trifled with.

Coffee Dragon Cookie

Curious and a scientist as heart, Coffee is ALWAYS looking for answers for the questions that boil in their head. They almost always keep to themselves but they are very friendly when approached though rather odd in aura. To them, everything and everyone can be used for an experiment, it's rare for them to see anyone above that. Full chaotic neutral.

And because a friend asked what their preferences were,

To catch their interest, they're a scientist after all. But they like a good chase in return, try to gain their favor while also piquing interest you'll get a response. Though they adore intelligence all the same and innovation. Hope you don't mind feeling like a trophy wife/Husband/Spouse in public they'll pat your head, their affection can sound condescending to anyone else when they're being genuine like

"Oh my precious little cookie needs me~? Alright~."

They do like Needy partners, find it cute. The aftercare is lovely and if you wish for secret indulgence they don't mind giving their little lovely a few subtle kisses here and there throughout the day if they work in the same or close space. They are EASILY made jealous and they'll stand behind their lover with this deadly calm look and aura like "Oh my precious darling love of my life, mate forever, who is your new friend~?"

( @mumble-jumble-gallery specially wanted to know Coffee's preferences, just saying, lol)

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie oc #cookie run ovenbreak #dragon cookie #dragon cookie oc #wisteria dragon #wisteria dragon cookie #sakura dragon #sakura dragon cookie #coffee dragon #coffee dragon cookie #I love them #so much #my babies #bastards

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tfwlawyers · 3 years

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Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀

THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭

and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee

“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”

“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”

“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”

“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.

Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”

Apollo sighed. “Great.”

“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”

“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”

“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”

“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.

“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.

“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.

“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.

They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.

“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.

“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”

Her face split into a wide smile.

Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -

His father.

Apollo blinked.

The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.

“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.

Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.

“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”

Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”

“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”

She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.

“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)

Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.

He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”

“What was that, sir?”

Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”

Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.

“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.

“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”

She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.

“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.

“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.

“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.

“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.

“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”

“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.

“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.

This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -

There he was.

Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.

Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.

“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.

“Nick, watch out -”

“Hey, pal -”

“Daddy -”

With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.

“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”

“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”

Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.

“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.

“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.

“Hush.”

Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.

Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.

“Miles, I-”

“Feenie? Who is this?”

“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.

Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.

Phoenix swallowed.

“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.

He hastily turned away.

“No idea.”

“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”

“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.

“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”

Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.

“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.

“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”

“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”

“Oh, because you don’t.”

“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.

“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”

They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.

“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.

Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”

“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.

“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”

“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”

“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.

And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”

Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”

“A toast to -”

“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.

“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.

“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”

Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.

They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.

“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”

“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”

“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -

“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.

Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.

Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -

“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.

“Yes?” they both said in unison.

Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.

“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”

The twins grinned.

Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”

“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”

“ - would you?”

How was any of this fair?

“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”

“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.

“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”

“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”

Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.

(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)

“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.

“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”

Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”

Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.

“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.

“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.

“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”

The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.

“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”

Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”

(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)

Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”

Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.

Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.

“We,” a new voice agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.

Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.

They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.

“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.

“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”

Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”

Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.

#bluefaewren #replies #parent trap au #attempting to write tag

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holes-to-abuse · 3 years

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NSFW Asks

1. What tends to feel better for you, sex or masturbation?

Sex... the rougher the better

2. Your 5 favorite spots to be stimulated?

Does it matter when I am just holes to be used and abused for my masters pleasure

3. Have you ever had an orgasm from anything other than your genitals being stimulated?

Yes, I was trained to cum on command

4. Are you well-acquainted with your G-spot?

Yes

5. Are handjobs boring, or underrated?

It does not matter what I think... if my master wants one he gets one

6. Do you like having your nipples touched?

They don't stimulate me unless pain is involved

7. Do you like having your anus touched?

Yes

8. Have you ever been fisted?

Once, but I tend to be too tight to fit a whole hand much less a fist.

9. Do you like mild roughness (scratching, spanking, hair-pulling, etc.)?

Yes, especially biting I love to be bit... I love when my master holds me in place to be fucked like an animal with his teeth on my neck as he pounded away at my pussy

10. Do you have any kinks?

Biting (being bit), pet play (I am the pet, preferably puppy but have role played hucow), incest, impregnation (both force and consensual, and from beginning impregnation through birth, and birth denial/public birth/home birth), cnc (consent non-consent, rape), beastiality, tpe... and I love to rp all of these

11. Are you into anything under the BDSM umbrella?

Yes...

12. Do you pee in the shower?

Yes when alone in the shower... but as a puppy during pet play I have to go restroom outside

13. Do you ever masturbate in the shower?

I have

14. Have you had sex in the shower?

Yes

15. Do you like being naked?

Yes

16. Do you sleep partially/fully naked? Have you ever been to a nude beach, naked party, or other situation involving casual nudity? Are you comfortable with partners seeing you nude in non-sexual contexts?

I sleep full nude unless I am spending the night at a non-partners house then out of respect I wear sleep clothes...

Yes I have, when I was a smaller size

I was when I was a smaller size... as I got bigger (size 22 so big but not holy shit huge)

17. Have you ever showered with someone (non-sexually)?

Yes

18. Do you care if a partner sees you going to the bathroom?

Of course not... especially when outside during pet play

19. Do you have naked pictures/videos of yourself? If yes, have you sent them to anyone? Are they online?

Yes, yes, and yes... but prefer not to do face shots

20. How many sexual partners have you had?

I stopped counting

21. How often do you masturbate?What position do you typically masturbate in (laying on back, on stomach, sitting up, etc.)?

Well I edge usually several times a day everyday... some days I have to miss for different reasons and I always feel off those days... on my back or stomach depending on the toy... and always with a toy... I only cum with permission

22. Describe your masturbation routine, technique, etc.

Pull up tumblr scroll until I get horny, pull out a toy and start using it

23. What do you masturbate to (porn, smut, imagination, etc.)?

A combination of things, just no scat

24. Have you ever masturbated to the point you got sore?

Everyday... I do that on purpose... because my pussy has to be able to take a beating if it is to please my master

25. Your thoughts the first time you got up close and personal with the opposite set of genitals?

I was molested a lot as a child (starting when I was 4) so I don't remember the first time I got close and by the time I was old enough to play with partners closer to my own age I was so cock hungry to be abused I craved them

26. What kind of underwear do you normally wear?

Usually none or bikini briefs... but usually none

27. Do you ever go commando?

All the time

28. Have you ever had a wet dream/orgasmed in your sleep?

I have had dreams that made me wet and horny when I woke up but I don't cum without permission

29. Do you find genitals physically attractive, or weird/gross, or not feel strongly either way?

What does it matter what holes think? I am there to please my master, so I do.

30. Do you like the way your genitals look?

I have a significant FUPA and some people don't know how to handle...

31. Would you be able to pick out your genitals from a lineup?

Not sure why I would have too but probably

32. Do you like your butt?

It's an ass... I wish it was plumper...

33. What do you do with your pubic hair (shave, trim, wax, nothing, etc.)?

I keep it all trim and neat but occasionally shave it bald

34. Do you care/have a preference what partners do with their pubic hair?

No, it does not matter what I think

35. Do you have or want any genital piercings? Do you like any on other people?

Don't have currently... but really want a set... I don't care if they do/don't have any

36. What is the quickest you’ve ever brought yourself (or been brought) to orgasm?

Be in a situation of control and tell me to cum

37. Do you ever “edge” (repeatedly stop and start) when masturbating?

Everyday...

38. What’s the longest masturbation session you’ve had? Longest sex session?

I have been tied up and hooked up to a fucking machine while my former master went to work for a full shift... so I spent 10 hours straight hooked to a fuck machine... my owner came home to a giant mess... I was completely numb... he took me off the machine to fuck me and then put me back on the machine... he would take me off to fuck and then put me back on... keeping my pussy numb and my brain empty because his pleasure is what was important

39. Do your orgasms tend to be full-body, or crotch-centric?

I have both...

40. Spit or swallow?

Spitting is for quitters

41. Is it hot or gross to get ejaculated on? Have you ever had sex in a public place?

I would much rather be ejaculated in rather than on... but I have an impregnation fetish

Yes several times

42. Have you ever had sex/masturbated while somebody was sleeping near you? Strangest/most unique place you’ve had sex? How about masturbated?

Yes, I have had sex with a married man while his wife was in bed beside him.

Bell tower of a church during Sunday service...

Sitting at my friends house on her couch right next to her husband while she was sleeping (he did not even know what I was doing)

43. Have you had any sexual experiences that were downright gross?

Depends on your definition of gross

44. Are you particularly “vocal” when masturbating/having sex?

I can be a screamer if you hit it right

45. Have you ever been caught masturbating/having sex?

Yes a few times, once by a cop but my then master offered me to him and he took a turn too

46. Have you had or do you want to have a threesome (or foursome, or more)? Have you ever used a homemade sex toy, or a regular object as a sex toy?

Yes, all have been ffm

Yes I have all the time

47. Can a dildo feel as good as a penis?

Depends on who is using it

48. What are your favorite positions?

DOGGY STYLE

49. Have you ever had a sexually transmitted infection?

No I am completely clean and disease free

50. Do you think you’re “good” at sex, or your performance/skill could use improvement? If you had the opposite set of genitals for a day, name 5 things you would do.

No complaints received.

Probably spend the day masterbating... and go out and find a chick to fuck... of become a sissy cause I can't not have cock

51. Hard limits?

No scat... anal and ass play are great and I love them... but I don't do ass to mouth and no playing in it... thats gross and how people get sick... thats how you get pink eye

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #399

“i was raised by the devil’s own kin, taught me that a good time was never a sin”

Do you like wine? NOOOOOOO that shit is gross. Explain the grossest thing that's ever happened to you? Having an infected pilonidal cyst drained. Would you rather go on holiday somewhere warm or somewhere cold? Cold, for sure. What would be your ideal pet? I reeeeaaaally want a very visibly sunset morph ball python one day. The really pretty ones are expensive as fuck, but omg, I want one so badly. What was the last book you were required to read for school? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. It was fantastic. Would you chew somebody else's gum? EW FUCK NO. What was the last type of meat you ate? Chicken. How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16. At what age would you allow your kids to dye their hair? Whenever they wanted, as long as a professional did it. Which fast food place do you eat at the most? Probably McDonald's. Bats are not spooky or are they? I adore bats. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" Unabashedly, yes, haha. I love the beat and it's really catchy. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. How big is your backyard? Very small. What is your favorite Nintendo 64 game? I've actually never played a Nintendo 64. If you want children, what are some of your reasons for wanting them? I don't want any. Does a career in finance sound interesting to you? Absolutely not. When you cook a dish that has beans in it, do you prefer to use canned or dry beans? I. HATE. Beans. What’s something that makes absolutely zero sense to you? Those that deny the existence of dinosaurs. Fossils don't lie. Do you like strawberry shortcake? No. What’s your favorite dessert? That's so hard, but probably cheesecake. What’s the last you got out of the freezer? Vanilla ice cream. Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? Sara. Have you ever been 4-wheeling? Yes. Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? No. If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? No. What was the last thing you got a really good deal on? My APAP mask. Insurance covered it way more than even the women in the office were used to so had to look into it. Insurance has been nice to me lately, from TMS to this. What was the last reason you took medicine? I had a massive headache. Any important birthdays coming up? My older sister's was today, and her eldest daughter's is in two days. Mark's birthday is the 28th, and that's like a holiday in my book lmao. What colour are your headphones? These earplugs are pink. How do you express your creativity? I mostly write RP and rarely poems. I also like to draw sometimes, and I'm big into photography. Gypsies or gnomes? Gypsies. Dragons or fairies? Dragons are my favorite mythological creatures. Elves or pixies? Elves. Where is your favourite place to get breakfast? Maybe Cracker Barrel? Or Waffle House. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer. I hated it. Nickname you’re called the most? "Britt" is the most used. Do you sleep on your stomach? I can't now with my mask. -_- That's how I usually slept. Have you ever been called a bitch? Yes. Would you ever want a super-realistic baby doll? Fuuuuuuuuuck no. I don't like dolls, never mind realistic ones. Ladybugs or bumblebees? Ladybugs. <3 What is the best thing that ever happened to you? My first round of a partial hospitalization program and meeting my psychiatrist. Both that therapy and proper medication is the reason I'm alive. What is something really hurtful someone you love has said to you? That I was an "ungrateful bitch." What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? One for advanced ball python husbandry. There are some SERIOUS elitists in there, but it does have great information. Did your mom ever own a typewriter? I think she did? We used to have one, so. What would you have your bridesmaids wear? Maybe orange. I want to wear a black dress and get married in the fall, so, Halloween vibes! :') Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? I think Alaska. Do you wear a watch every day? I never do. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? No, thankfully. Not yet, anyway. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I am much happier with pets. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. Have you been hurt more by friend break-ups or romantic break-ups? Romantic ones. Who is/was the best friend you have ever had? Sara. Do you own a trenchcoat? No, but I wish. They're badass. Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? My iPod that I've had since middle school. That bitch STILL works, and I use it heavily. Are you currently in a smoking environment? No; people aren't allowed to smoke in our house. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? My old friend Alex did. I don't know if I can call her my "friend" anymore because I haven't seen or heard from her in well over a year at the bare minimum. Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? STORY OF MY LIFE. Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? No. But I don't really have a "circle" of friends to begin with. Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No. Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? I don't go on rollercoasters. If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? No. Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No. How many pills do you currently take a day? Ugh... Now keep in mind this number encompasses medications that I just have to take a larger dose of that particular med; I don't take this number of different prescriptions. AS a whole though, I take uhhh. Somewhere around nine or ten in the morning, and six at night. I might be off about my morning pills. What do you take medication for? Bipolarity and depression, anxiety, OCD, severe heartburn, even more intense nightmares, uhhh... maybe I'm forgetting others? Idk, man. I'm on too many. Have you ever had a bag stolen? No. What class from high school did you love the most? Art. What class did you hate the most? Economics. If you don’t have a car, do you wish you did? Not at this very moment, because it'd be useless as I don't currently drive. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? I just eat normal fries when they're offered. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? No. Have you ever written a poem for someone? At least twice. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? I think only my grandmother has done that. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve meet online? Sara. Have you friended your parents on FB? Mom, yes, while Dad doesn't have one. What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? My family. Mice or roaches? I love mice, but roaches creep me out. Have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yes. A family friend is good at that. Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No. Do you like being in pictures? NO. Do you travel a lot? Not at all. Have you ever eaten a dog treat? No. I've eaten a guinea pig treat though, haha. And it wasn't awful. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, but turns out my alcohol tolerance is too high while only liking weak alcohol to begin with. Have you played cards recently? No. Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? I don't do that, I'd get way too dizzy, and besides, I don't want a headache. Anything you might be giving up on soon? I've been wondering if I should (for the most part) abandon human photography. I've lost so much passion for it, and besides, I feel like I'm going nowhere with it. I know I really, really shouldn't, though. Have you ever captured a moth? I put a caterpillar in one of those little plastic habitats once as a kid that grew into a moth. I then released it, of course. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? It's been months. Do you have a really fat cat? No, he's healthy. Do your initials spell a word? No. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yes, that was my favorite! Are there any recipes you have memorized? No. Do you know your multiplication times tables? No. Do your parents allow you to have your privacy? Yes. Have you ever been severely burned? No. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? I've had many, actually. Guess with who. What was the weirdest thing you've ever seen cross the road? I want to say a turkey? Or maybe it was beside the road.

#survey #suveys #random questions #lyrics: ''boss's daughter'' by pop evil

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casualcatte · 3 years

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[RP Journal] January 5th, 2021

Edgard Beaumont and I were finally able to have our friends over for dinner. It’s been moons in planning it feels like, but we finally sat down to a wonderful meal of onigiri and ramen, courtesy of the Rest’s renown chef. Tetsuro Wulf, E’nijah Suzume, and Nan’to Vaadrage joined us as planned, which was just wonderful. E’nijah even ate, which is something I never see him do outside the Night Raid Headquarters.

These three, in particular from the Night Raid, are the ones I feel closest to. Tetsuro is like an older brother, E’nijah and Nan’to, too, though I’m not altogether sure of their ages, so they might be younger than even I. Tetsuro, I know is old as dirt, so I can say he’s a big brother figure with authority. I’d say he was a father figure, but he says entirely too racy of comments sometimes to feel very fatherly.

We had a good time with them though, we ate, we drank, we made merry, and rang in the new year together in good companionship. I really couldn’t ask for better friends.

Speaking of friends, it seems that Valeria Camena has shown up on our doorstep, wounded by a gunshot she claims is by random thugs. Given what I’ve heard from Rae-Hann, though, I’m disinclined to agree with that assessment. This attack seems targeted, specifically engineered to harm or infect Valeria with some manner of aether-consuming agent. Rae could swear that he saw Valeria’s aether affected by it when the attack happened initially, but when I inspected her myself the following day, there were no signs of any sort of affliction in her aether at all beyond an unusual density. There hasn’t been any more word on that front, though Rae plans to talk to Siannault Tavard about it soon.

Ace Gira was lurking in the inn once we finished with Valeria, he’s apparently in Kugane looking into some kidnappings that have occurred. According to him, it even involves some corrupt Sekaiseigumi officials, which is why these perpetrators haven’t been caught before now. My largest concern with him, though, is this soulstone he insists on carrying around. By his own admission, it takes possession of his personality, even his actions, to the point that he can’t recall what goes on. I don’t believe for a second that these are acts of benevolence. There’s something inherently /wrong/ with that stone, but in typical male fashion, Ace refuses to listen.

After talking with Rae-Hann earlier, though, I plan to see Siannault soon, if for nothing more than to apologize. I know after our last encounter I’m not exactly his favorite person right now. I just wish he’d /stop/ treating me like I’m a child that needs protecting. Gods, I didn’t put up with that shite from Lorrendor, I’m hardly going to put up with it from someone else.

I swear by every god that most of the men older than me are content to treat me like I’m some little girl to pat on the head and send about her business. It’s like I haven’t spent the last twenty-some-odd years of my life as a huntress that lived and breathed within the shadow of the Hunt from the time she could walk. I’ve encountered the weird and the wonderful, the painful and the pleasurable, the light and the dark. I’m not some prim maiden that’s been cloistered behind mother’s skirts, gently reared, so that the biggest threat in her life is a pin-prick from her embroidery. For Twelves’ sake, give me /some/ credit, gentlemen! And yet these same men will turn right around and throw themselves headlong into danger and act like I’m just supposed to accept that that’s the way they are without questioning them. Double-standard much, gents? I’m supposed to accept how YOU are, but you don’t accept how I am: a skilled huntress that knows her business who doesn’t lie when our lives -- all of our lives here at the Rest -- are on the line. This isn’t just about V’hala Helsi anymore I have no illusions that Fraus likely knows who we are and exactly where Hala is by now. It’s just a matter of time before the fight comes to us. Rae-Hann has said that he and Siannault will have nothing more to do with it, which is honestly disappointing. I swear by every god, I don’t know what it is with people and running /away/ from their problems, like that’s somehow going to help. If the door falls off the front of the house, what do they do? Just run away and move to a new house? I think most of them probably would, instead of doing the sensible thing and calling on a carpenter, helping them to repair it. Nope, just easier to pack it all in and move off somewhere else. Sometimes, you just want to give your Found Family a swift kick in the-- The words trail off here, as if the writer got distracted at the last moment. Tumblr Mentions @therpperson for Edgard Beaumont @tetsuro-wulf for Tetsuro Wulf @a-little-sun for E’nijah Suzume @yokasaris for Rae-Hann @tavard-ffxiv for Siannault Tavard

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ihavenoside · 3 years

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So an update about where I’ve been.

The last three years have been rough, last year particularly. Covid took away some very important moments from me and my family but we did the best we could given the circumstances.

My mom was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer 3 years also and lost her battle with it yesterday afternoon. On 24th of December 2020, we were told that she had 3 to 6 months or less to live, which put more of a damper on Christmas given the area I’m in has still banned private gatherings and at the time was in a full fledge lock down, a ban of instore non essential items and we still have an 8 pm curfew.

This also means we aren’t going to risk infecting each other and hold a funeral service, which wouldn’t matter much because only a hand full of people would attend anyway and it’s not something i would be able to personally attend. I hate more then anything letting people see me or hear me cry. Not because i want to put of a strong front but because it makes it impossible for me to communicate. I want to be able to talk and communicate and I simply wouldn’t be able to. There will come a time to gather and reminisce. In a way, I’m sort of glad 2020 didn’t take her since that year was bad enough on its own and now I hope brighter days shine ahead.

So that is more or less why I’ve dropped from this site, I spent the last month very stressed because as soon as we got that news, her health declined rapidly. she struggled to eat, then walk on her own, then a period where she couldn’t eat on her own and it felt like every 3-4 days there was a new development that we had to figure out some sort of creative solution.

As of February we were no longer comfortable to care for her and the help that was promised to us didn’t show up in time, which forced us to sent her to the hospital, where she spent her last days. While it was everyone's wishes for her to pass at home, in the end, it was better for her to pass there. The few times I got to see her, she seemed much more comfortable despite not being all there and I spent the remaining of the month hyper focused as much as I could on gaming and playing games with my friends as a means of escape and bring some joy into my life during one of the hardest moments of my life.

I’ll probably spend the rest of the month this way because, as much as I love Connor, I have no muse or will to want to rp, which is very depressing to me given how much joy and even sadness it brought me to rp him. I love this muse a lot, despite how jaded he’s become and I hope to see him grow out of it. I really hope in March to make some sort of return.

But in the end, given everything that has happened, I’ve very grateful to my friends and family and she passed peacefully, which is the best outcome I could of asked for. So until then, thank your for your patience.

#TW: death mentioned #Software Glitch Detected: OOC

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fly-sky-high-bug-games · 4 years

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Hi! I saw you answer an ask about your OC Alyssum and I was instantly pulled in. I went to your list of muses to go read some stuff on her but the link isn't working for some reason. Care to share? 😁 also what other hcs do you have about her (optional w/mugo) 👀

I THINK THAT’S MY FAULT, I keep tagging her as available muse but she’s technically listed as “npc” on the muse post because I didn’t want to introduce her yet (so far story wise, she only appears through dialog and hasn’t popped out yet, hard since she’s at Highgrove and setting is in Hallownest). However, her muse has been... oddly strong lately, I keep drawing and doing tiny rp scenes with her with few friends just to test the waters with her and BOY IT’S KIND OF... INTERESTING.

She might be “oopsie haha murder” kind of character but she’s also playing the nobility part quite well. She’s “polite”, invites bugs for a tea, a little chatter (maybe even a friendly one, she’s capable of it), possibly propositions, no refusal, nice job offers~ or death. One always gets to choose, acting like they have an option but forcefully narrows it to few and plays on mental and emotional state at such circumstances. Tricky~

I have yet to develop the details of her faction and who’s in it but very few people will be. Wasps I already covered, I just have to work around clan leader that’s in contact with Alyssum. Others would be black market dealers (lead merchant), underground snail-mail (postal snail), one of the weavers who’s good with seals and couple of others~ I need to brainstorm on this still. :0

Damn, I already rambled about this and didn’t talk about her much, hold on *throws Alyss tidbits under read more if tumblr allows it to work...*

She was looked after by Magnolia and basically raised by her, some time after she turned to be a queen. Fun tidbits about Magnolia family as a whole, they are not related to one another (mostly) but consider themselves a big family because they took down the previous queen and king of Highgrove while raising from poverty. However, Magnolia and her followers were never kind and forgiving, but with promises that there will be change in balance of the hierarchy, they got a lot of followers and supporters from commoners to usurp the royalty and did so successfully.

Alyssum was young when this happened so while she was somewhat birthed under poverty, she was fully raised as a noble. I don’t have much of her childhood worked out but there isn’t much to say aside from that she was raised and thought under the cruel but rich conditions of the kingdom.

The binding seal on her wings she earned not long before she met Mugo, almost like a sign for maturity and set under higher position in the family and not just as a student. The seals are powerful magic that uses soul, sewed in with magic by the weaver and afterwards trained to use it. It manifests through the shape of petals: swirling, cutting, chipping, slashing or severing, depending on the number of petals created, used, how fast, how they’re choreographed... It’s all soul but she can use regular flower petals that make less damage but not much soul required. Alyss can also use the wings as a shield since the binding is right on them and actually getting through them with anything is worse than trying to cut the metal open. (like, I imagined in game moves, if you know how THK blocks twice then slashes, she does similar things with wings, where she blocks two times but then bursts open the wings to blow the opponent back to the other side of the screen)

But you know, she’s a lady~ Of course she won’t get her hands dirty. :3c She has others to do that for her~

As for her and Mugo... (OH BOY HERE WE GOOOO~!)

I have to say, their relationship and love was rather genuine, it kind of makes me sad it ended up the way it did... With Magnolia, Alyss (and even Zeeke and his family) still visiting Hallownest some time before Pure Vessel was sealed and before infection went crazy (I canonize, by human years, that that was 20ish years before current events, since Hornet seems 15-18ish years old but who knows with bugs~ I just needed approximate idea for the setting). They were at City of tears but Mugo met her somewhere close to it, as she was hiding away from the nobles to explore the outside on her own and spotted Mugo.

Sure, Mugo crushed on her first but when she tested him by giving away her symbol necklace and pedant of White Magnolia for him to sell at black market and get good money, he refused because it was a memento from someone dear to him. It still is... he didn’t take it off because this is when their love was true and pure... Alyss never forget that either. It was very touching to her.

Their relationship was fine, both shared nothing in common but that was such a fun time for both because of it. They were clicking because they were like two different puzzles pieces that do fit together... but sadly, the pieces didn’t give the right picture when one by the other. (don’t you hate when this happens when you’re trying to puzzle grass or sky together?? *shot*)

Alyssum explained to Mugo how Magnolia works. He didn’t like it one bit, as he ran away from Highgrove partially because they usurped the old rulers and rendered his family’s status almost homeless. Meanwhile, Alyss didn’t like that Mugo kept throwing himself in danger for his job, even if it’s a hobby that means a lot to him, all for sake of survival and geo.

They dated for some time, had fun, but slowly things started kind of... falling apart. The closer Alyss was to heading back to Highgrove the more she pressured Mugo to come with, become part of the family and live with her under riches the Magnolia offers. His counter proposal was, if they’re really in love and she is aware of Magnolia’s wrongdoings, that she would leave them instead and live with him while making the adventures she loved hearing about from him, together. Basically, Mugo put his love for her over riches or anything but Alyss wanted him for herself under the comfort and safety of Magnolia. She couldn’t throw that away, not after building the status and becoming a favorite to Magnolia herself. She thought this was selfish of Mugo but Mugo tried to explain it was for her changing a new leaf and starting over as something good, not ruled by fear and power.

So they started to disagree... argue... and finally physically fight. Of course, Alyss won. Mugo isn’t a fighter. At that moment, it was either she has him or no one does. For Mugo, he could only bark threats. So he did, angered, throwing words he couldn’t even imagine himself doing. When she lighted up her wings, he threatened he will cut them off. So in retribution, she cut him, scaring his face. He saw something or someone completely different then. Mugo ran for his life, leaving Alyss alone.

That was the last time they saw each other, 20ish years ago. Mugo hid away at the lake of Unn and suffered depression and withdrawal for a very long time. As for Alyss... she pulled off something she shouldn’t and Mugo didn’t know about...

He only got one last letter from her, to met her one more time at the Crossroads before she leaves for Highgrove, saying she wants to try one more time and... that she had a surprise for him. He didn’t respond. She waited for him there then left when he never showed...

That was that. :U Until now, at least~ :3 She got to hear about her ex thanks to Zeeke’s shenanigans at the Colosseum~ Oh, what are the odds of the noble meeting and having issues specifically with a certain, scruffy moth~

20 years is quite a bit of time for someone with a heartbreak and power to grow... kind of crazy. Of course she never let go of it. And now she knows he’s still alive too~ Wonder what Alyss will do. :3c

#man I got carried away BUT I ENJOYED TELLING ABOUT THIS #trying to turn this iceberg of lore a bit and open up more about it #so thank you so much for letting me ramble! :D #I will eventually make a muse page for her that works #muse: Alyssum #building lore tablets #I hope read more works.... that was a lot of text #alaska-ren

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