#yes this is a desperate attempt at finding a rp partner

[renzireads]

Oh to have a Zukka rp going on... The dream

#yes this is a desperate attempt at finding a rp partner #please dm me im serious #18+ only tho pretty please #iso roleplay #iso roleplay partner #roleplay #roleplay partner search #rp search #zukka rp #zukka #atla

[pagesfromthenarrator]

Whump / Gore-tober Day One

All Trussed Up And Still Nowhere to Go / Pins and Needles

...All Para can see is darkness. It surrounds them, envelops them, pushing down on their body like a big weighted blanket. It’s...uncomfortable, to say the least. They squirm in place in an attempt to escape the feeling, and while their limbs seem to respond, something seems to be pinning them in place.

They wince, straining to raise their head to try and see what’s wrong...and they come to find that they’re shackled to the ground. Their eyes widen at the sight, and they pull against their restraints to try and get free...but to no avail. They’re just not strong enough...

They don’t know how they got here, or why they’re in a situation like this, but they know that they shouldn’t stay here...because things are about to get worse. A whine rises from their throat as the suffocating sensation worsens, forcing their body to involuntarily fight against what’s causing it. No, no, no, no, no...!

Soon, they can start to feel their body temperature rise degree by degree, the blanket of shadows effectively cooking them in their own skin. It isn’t long before they start feeling dizzy, panting as their struggling weakens, limbs growing slack. Their gaze happens to drift downwards, catching sight of their arm...and what they see causes them to freeze. The bleeding bite mark is bright against their pale skin, and the flesh around it is red and angry, blisters starting to form as if the blood below is boiling it away... It’s just like...

...The dimension jumper tries to call for help, but all that comes out are desperate wheezes as they grow hotter and hotter. Agony spreads through the rest of their body like fire, so terrible that they feel like throwing up. ...They’re going to die. They’re going to die here, unable to move, burned away by their own insides... It’s all over...

But then, in a single instance...the heat is gone...and replaced with a sharp pain. A gasp forces itself into their lungs, and their body shoots upwards. Their head is still spinning, but...ngh...what...? They screw up their eyes tightly and clench their teeth, taking a moment to compose themself...before they open them, checking themself over. It’s quick to see what happened. The bleeding stump of their arm says enough. It’s gone...it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone--

------------o------------

Para jolts awake with a gasp, their hand immediately shooting towards their left arm...grasping nothing. They spend a few moments in panic, their barely awakened brain attempting to regain its bearings. Once they figure out that they’re not in the same kind of darkness as their dream, they slowly start to calm down, ceasing their movements.

They breathe heavily, remaining still as they scan their surroundings. They’re...in bed... It is dark, but that’s because it’s...nighttime...? That feels right... Somebody is hugging them from behind...Sakura...? Yes, that’s...Sakura... Hopefully she’s still asleep, they’d hate to have woken her up with their squirming... That...That all was just a nightmare...but the reality is...

“...” They frown as they reach upwards, running their cool metal fingers over what’s left of their arm. Phantom pain is still pulsing through the stump...but by now, the feeling has dulled to a buzz, more akin to pins and needles. ...They may have survived that horrible situation, but the reality is...they no longer have an arm...and they haven’t had one in over a year. 

They lay there in silence for a long moment, before they gently worm their way out of Sakura’s arms, slipping out of bed. They miss sleeping with her greatly, but...they feel too uncomfortably warm to be in bed right now... They shuffle through the room, staggering towards the exit. Perhaps they’ll go get a glass of water and sit on the couch for a while... Maybe that will help clear their head...and in due time, maybe this sensation in their missing arm will fade as well...

Para is an OC from my Ask/RP blog @thenarratorsgalaxy, and Sakura belongs to my partner over at @stardustrabbitsgallery!

Finally putting this blog to use for October drabbles! I know I’m a bit behind already, but I’ll do what I’m up to for the next days. If you’re new to my writing, hope you enjoyed!

#Pages From The Narrator #Para the Dimension Jumper #Writing Notebook (Stories) #writing #Whumptober 2021 #Goretober 2021 #ask to tag

[mercuriial]

oh my god this is so EXCITING ok here we go !! hello ,, i’m jin — eighteen, she/her pronouns, from vancouver, luvs cats, a cancer ( .. virgo moon cap rising <3 ). i am SO ecstatic to be here ?? like this group literally sprouted from me n kelly joking abt making an rp goin’ “jk... unless 😳” to THIS !! anywaaaaays ,, this is my luv rosie ! of course i would love to plot so just like this & i will message u or feel free to hit me up first here or on discord !! pls be my friend !!

TW: MENTAL ILLNESS & SUICIDE ! 

✎⌠diana silvers. cisfemale. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only rosemary adler. though, around here they’re known as the quiescent. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty-three year old librarian / musician kinda has a reputation of being reticent and scatter-brained. but y’know, they can be perceptive and sanguine too. typical cancer. anyways, welcome home and stay safe rosie ! ❞

BACKGROUND

ok ok ok SO rosie ( yes as u might guess . most call her rosie ) grew up here as the youngest with three older brothers !!

her parents separated when she was like seven n so a lot of her childhood was spent goin’ back and forth between her parents houses, but eventually her dad moved away because he remarried n started a whole new family. she has a couple half-sisters but tells people she only has brothers !

her mum, who she’s primarily grown up with & loves dearly, was a musician , albeit a struggling one but rosie always looked up to her. naturally she also started playing instruments when she was super young n has not looked back ever since !! can play the piano, guitar, but also like … the accordion, flute n banjo hah

yea so !! due to her mum’s profession & her dad kinda peacing out eventually, they were always a lil strapped for cash but still, they were happy. as individuals maybe not but still, a good n tight-knit family dynamic. however rosie, on her own, has struggled a lot w/ her mental health !! like at a young age, she was diagnosed w/ anxiety n then eventually depression as well & she basically can’t remember a point where her life wasn’t affected by these things

she had her first suicide attempt at fifteen which as you can imagine really fucked her up long-term. like. she stopped going to school for a while, social circle dwindled in size, just stayed home really

altho rosie was pretty behind in school by the time she returned, she managed to catch up and went to university outside of misty hollow ! she majored in creative writing but after her first year, she dropped out bc it just … wasn’t for her

after that she moved back home n was kind of back at square one, spending the next year just working part-time n making music, doing the occasional gig at a local bar. as much as university wasn’t for her, this state of her life was still really tough on her as she felt like there wasn’t much to do or work for. this time in her life was when her second suicide attempt happened

afterwards, rosie decided she couldn’t stay at home anymore n moved to new york at the age of twenty to try to pursue a career as a musician ! obviously moving wasn’t a quick fix to her struggles with depression but a change of scenery definitely made her feel more hopeful n purposeful

she joined a band as a lead guitarist n was so so desperate to “make it” somehow . this band treated her like shit n the band members were super toxic to each other & her ! just overall a really bad environment to be in but rosie put up with it because she was so attached to the idea of being a successful musician. she lived w/ these people n worked with them too so … it was rly not pleasant … but eventually she left after two hellish years because there was a big scandal abt one of their band members n it all fell apart

and uh ... she was kind of broke at this point and moved back a year later !! since then, she’s been back at misty hollow working as a librarian at the town’s public library & doin’ her music thing on the side. it’s kind of like before, doing small gigs n whatnot. the town’s pretty small so her band is known around town but outside of it, not really !! 

note: i understand that mental illness is a heavy topic n can be hard to read / write about for some people ! i will definitely be respectful n obviously not take anything too far but if anything u see from me ever makes u uncomfy, please let me know !

PERSONALITY

BASICALLY u can picture her bein like… not outgoing but also not shy ? like she rarely shares personal things abt herself (unless it’s thru her ~music~) & is a rly private person - she’ll often just disappear for like a week or somethin’ and then come back into everybody’s life like nothing happened

she’s independent but also so painfully sensitive !! she is a closeted softie !! if you are her friend or she ( very very secretly ) wants to be your friend , she will think about u literally 24/7 !! puts a lot a lot of effort into her relationships but also . doesn’t expect / want anybody to do that for her ??

RLY scatter-brained n messy hah. her room is just stacks of books, cups everywhere, sticky notes on the walls, unmade bed, can literally never find where anything is. she is late to everything !! leaves dishes out for daaaays !! you get the picture. she is both physically n mentally messy

she has a love-hate relationship with misty hollow ?? like some days she wants to rip her hair out and can’t stand the thought of spending another day here because it’s just so awful but other days ,, she appreciates the small town aspect n luvs everyone here. 

u can check out the playlist & pinterest board i have for her if ur curious !

WANTED CONNECTIONS

lich rally anything luv ... <3

but some ideas !! a ride or die, best friend, sister she never had, life-partner, etc etc... just give this gal a best friend she would absolutely die 4. i want them 2 platonically cuddle and kiss each other on the cheeks and cry on the phone together . 

a former flame !! could be recent, old, angsty, funny, i want it ALL !! 

a regular at the library who has gotten to know rosie thru subtle compliments they give each other on their book choices ... they give each other book recs ( obviously ), gossip abt seniors who frequent the library ,,

an ex-friend maybe ?? rosie is . uh very non-confrontational ,, maybe they were super good childhood friends n then lost touch somehow & now it’s just not the same ... so many things left unspoken 

friends who smoke n complain abt how dumb misty hollow is together at two in the morning .. this could be literally anybody because who doesn’t hate misty hollow ?

ANYTHING . give me ur ideas <3 

#misty.intro

[liveshaunteda]

you are my friend, my best friend | piper mclean drabble ft leo valdez

do not reblog unless you are a rp partner

set before jason’s arrival ( note: i really have no clue on how american school system’s work so all is based on media consumed )

they had meet when they were being given a tour of the school by a student who had already been attending the place. piper barely paid much attention to the student speaking. this was yet another attempt at jane to get rid of her. for jane to get rid of the problem child, and for her dad to not notice her. a bitter laugh fell from her lips as they had stopped. jane was always clear about her dislike towards piper, and she just knows that jane probably is celebrating right now with some champagne knowing that she won’t be hearing about the trouble maker in a long while. the girl that had been leading them, told them that was it, that they can go to their rooms now. her eyes were calculating as if trying to figure out something.

this left her alone with the boy, she believe’s that he had introduced himself as leo, before he started fiddling with some wires he had pulled out from his pocket. this was a technology free school, so, how he still had those she didn’t know. she runs a hand through her hair. it was cut in a rash decision a week before she was sent to this school. it was a desperate attempt to get her father to notice her. she broke tradition, they hadn’t lost anyone important to them, she should have never put those scissors to her hair, but she wanted her father to notice her. to talk to her for more then a few minutes. and now, she had been sent away, her father looking sadly as he left on a jet to go film a new movie. he didn’t say anything about her hair, he didn’t say anything except, ‘i’ll see you later.’

oh god, she hated this. she felt like she was going to cry, and why? because daddy didn’t love her? she can’t do that, not in front of a stranger anyway. maybe when she is alone in her room she’d let those tears fall.

“hey, piper. it’s piper right?” leo muses, flashing a grin towards her. he was still moving his hands over the wiring as he spoke. “what did you do to get sent here?”

“i didn’t really do anything. the guy gave it to me,” piper replies, she remembers the dealer ship. the smooth talking, the way he easily gave it to her all simply because she had asked for it. “but, he regretted it. called the cops i guess.”

“ah.... a klepto, got ya. i have nothing worth stealing,” was leo’s response and piper just shook her head. her eyes watching as the wiring leo had been fiddling with now glowed as it was attached to a board with little lights on it. “unless you want this? not sure what it is. i just found it broken, wanted to fix it. don’t worry, i won’t call the cops on you.”

leo holds out the item towards her, and he’s giving a small laugh and piper can’t help but smile. she takes the item, it was probably a part of someone’s broken toy. piper thinks that maybe this will be the start of a great friendship.

“so... why were you sent here?” piper asks, nodding her head signalling that she was wanting to walk. and it seems that leo got the message and they started walking back down the hall.

“well, you see, that is a mystery.” leo says before laughing a little, “nah, it’s not. the system put me here. they think it’s better then a new home.”

piper gives a small nod of her head. her heart feeling a little heavy at the statement given. her mother had abandoned her, but she still had her father, on some on reachable level. she doesn’t know where she’d be right now, had she not had her father or grandpa tom. she doesn’t make a comment, nor ask about it. not when they aren’t close and she doesn’t know what could push leo away. she needed someone in this new school, and leo feels like the right fit for the job.

they had pretty much all the same classes and that was great. though, she wasn’t a fan of gym with coach hedge, always yelling and trying to push them to their limits.

some of the others in school didn’t get it. why she didn’t befriend them, but befriended the ‘runway adhd troubled’ kid. it wasn’t hard to know that those kids were the popular kind, the ones who wanted to rule the school - which is exactly why she stuck with leo. who was down to earth. and those kids are the reason she doesn’t let them know who her father is.

see, it’s not that she isn’t proud of her father, she is. it’s just, when she was younger, there was a time, when she told people who he was and then, they changed the way they acted around her. she hated it and vowed to herself to never let anyone know who her father is - especially her school mates.

leo, wasn’t like those ‘popular’ kids, and when he found out who her father is he looked excited, but he didn’t treat her any different, never asked for anything - just, kept on being her friend.

the other kids at school liked to make the pair a target. leo for his jokes, for his constantly playing with things. piper, for her being half white, half cherokee, for her being friends with leo. because while the guys in the school like to drag on her at times, they do still seem to find her attractive and she hates that with a passion.

it was one day, when she saw leo sitting outside of their classroom, a saddened look upon his impish features as he was making something with pipe cleaners and paper probably stolen from the art room. she took a seat next to him, bumping his shoulder with her own. “what’s up? you look a little down.” she asks.

“you know, they’re right.” leo says in reply, making piper confused. she didn’t understand where this was coming from. who was right? and what about. she didn’t get to answer because leo continued on, “you are good looking, and sweet and smart. yet your friends with the reject.”

“who called you a reject?” piper asks, trying to keep the anger that was boiling up in her. who called her friend, her best friend that. who dared to say that to his face.

“no one. not really. it’s very much implied. when my mother...” leo stops for a moment and piper doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t talk much about his mother, but she knows he had one, that when he does it’s about the things he loved about her. “my aunt, she wouldn’t take me in. to her i was the diablo. turned the rest of our family on me. then... you know, the foster system is pretty screwed up. i’m a reject by design. no one needs to say it.”

clenching her fist, then un-clenching them, piper looks over at her friend next to her. “you listen here valdez,” she was doing something she never thought she would; channel her inner coach hedge. she places her hand upon his shoulder and waiting until they’re looking eye to eye. “you are to never say that ever again. you are no reject, not in my eyes. you are much more then what anyone else thinks. you are my best friend. nothing is ever going to change that. you hear me?”

leo doesn’t respond, and his hands still on whatever he had been working on.

“you hear me valdez?” piper asks once again, staring right into leo’s eyes.

then, she see’s leo crack a smile, “yes sir!” he says with a mock salute and they crack up laughing before the bell rings and they heading into class. finding their usual seats at the back of the room.

leo was her best friend, he understood that she didn’t need anyone to fight her battles. he helped her when it came to maths, he always did his best to help her when it came even if the words to explain the equations didn’t come easy. she understood in the end. her room was littered with little things leo had made. they both laughed it off when people tried to start a rumour that they were dating. because that had to be the reason that piper was hanging out with leo. and not because he was a funny, nice and smart guy that piper loved to hang out with. they didn’t see that, and piper thought that they were the ones missing out on a great friend.

then... things changed on a trip to the grand canyon.

#grabbing hold of your hand and dragging you with me ( drabbles ) #i will fight hand and foot for this friendship

[writingmessynaruto]

Me Trying to RP My OC Maybe

BASICS.

full name.  Ado Yari

pronunciation.  ah-dow  yah-ree

nickname.  Not a huge fan of nicknames, nobody really gives her any

gender.  Cisgender Female

height.  180cm

age.  29

zodiac.   Scorpio

spoken languages.  Japanese

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  Dark brown

eye colour.  Purple

skin tone.  Light Tan

body type.  Buff; she is often misgendered.

accent.  Probaby Hiroshima Ben, but I don’t know much about Japanese dialects. She doesn’t talk too much; she considers wittiness to be foolish and probably compensation for poor fighting ability (she’s also just not good at being witty, so maybe it’s slight jealousy). When she does speak, she’s short, to-the-point, and generally informal (not necessarily rude).

dominant hand. Somewhat ambidextrous, but mostly right-handed. 

posture.  Opposing, Intimidating

tattoos.  None. She does have electrical shock scarring, mostly on her arms and chest, which appears as fractal Lichtenberg figures.

most noticeable feature.  Her arms -- she is naturally toned, and her arms have a crushing power that requires no chakra. When she uses lightning, she summons and discharges using her arms, so a stored charge would appear as faint, yellow arcs around her biceps and forearms.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth:  Kirigakure

manner of birth.  Natural Childbirth

first words.  “kami” - “gods”

siblings.  One: her twin sister, Tinbe

parents.  Hachiro (father), Fumiko (mother)

parental involvement.  Mother gave the twins their names. She died early on in their childhood. Yari blames her father for this, even believing he killed her himself. Following their mother’s death, Hachiro made a habit of separating the twins. Since Yari was never very “feminine” (like Tinbe), she was considered by her father to be a failure of a daughter. To add to it, when it was discovered Yari was infertile, her father, desperate for male heirs to continue the clan’s pure lineage, became sexually abusive toward Yari. He forbade ninja training for both of the women, but the two met in secret to train (under severe threat), eventually learning their respective trades. Soon after, they came to plan their family’s murder.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation.  Bounty Hunter, eventually loosely employed by Akatsuki (default)

current residence.  None: she is nomadic; depends on who she works for.

close friends.  Tinbe.

relationship status.  Casual sexual relationships, sometimes orgies. Maybe one complicated romantic relationship. It’s fair to call it all complicated.

financial status.  Middle Class

driver’s license.

criminal record.  S Rank -- She and her sister were declared missing-nin by Kirigakure following the “accidental” of the rest of the Ado clan. A story Kiri would like to keep tightly under wraps for its reputation’s sake, the massacre of the already dying clan is viewed by the sisters as a necessary act of justice. Kiri refuses to recognize the clan’s death as a murder (even though it totally was, and it was totally the sisters’ doing), but they also refuse to let it be disputed, so the twins were never tried for any crime, and are considered “missing” by Kiri. Other village leaders have their own theories about the situation, but none of them get it fully right. Intel about the twins is of vast interest to villages like Konoha and Suna. Tinbe’s location is unknown. Yari works for whoever can pay her the most, and village ANBU forces attempt to track her constantly. Often, the villages compete with one another, and with black market pricing, just to get Yari into their own hands. They desire to use her as a pawn or weapon, to find out more about her history, and to keep themselves safe from her. But nobody pays a bounty hunter quite like Zangei, so the villages are usually outmatched.

vices.  Wrath.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  Bisexual

romantic orientation.  Biromantic

preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | uninterested | it’s complicated (yes, both)

preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | uninterested | it’s complicated

libido.  Active

turn ons.  Voyeurism (watching and being watched; hearing and being heard); Power Play/Struggle (when she wins / is dominant).

turn offs.  Controlling Behavior; Manipulation; Distrust; Forced Submission

love language.  Talking; Vulnerability; Touching; One-On-One Time; Public Sexual Activity -- she can be very giving with someone she deeply loves -- particularly public quickies in “dangerous” situations. Dressing rooms, closets, bathrooms, outdoors/parks, etc. But she has to really like her partner(s).

relationship tendencies.  Mainly Sexual Relationships; Casual; Generally Polyamorous; Trust Issues; Won’t be emotionally active unless she fully trusts the other person/people. Emotional relationships are possible, even ones where she is occasionally submissive, but these are difficult to achieve with her--it has to be someone extremely special, under the right circumstances. She has to feel safe. She is generally too paranoid to get this far with many people.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.  "Your Lips Are Red" (St. Vincent). Naruto OST: “Kouen” (Crimson Flames) .

hobbies to pass the time.  Sleeping, Walking

mental illnesses.  PTSD, Anxiety, occasional anger problems.

physical illness.  Occasional electricity burns/shocks.

left or right brained.  Left.

fears.  Betrayal, Loss, Emotional/Sexual Pain.

self confidence level.  Yari is fiercely confident with her fighting abilities, and knows herself well enough not to push too hard (unless emotions get involved). She is generally smart, logical, and knows a weakling when she sees one. The “strike first” attitude runs strong with her, and she’s physically competent to back it up.

vulnerabilities.  Tinbe. Her sexual fears, fears of abandonment or betrayal. Anyone who might take advantage of her. Lack of reliance or trust in others. Her unchecked, bottled up emotions. Anything that enrages her can easily affect her normally controlled strength; this makes her vulnerable to self-injury, and dulls her ability to think logically.

Tagged by:  Copy-pasted from @sennokami

Tagging:  Anybody who wants to! :)

#naruto #rp #oc #profile #bio

[xsalems]

( cismale/ he/him ) ;; agent [ salem yakov ] better known as [ apollo ] is a [ 23 ] year old [ intelligence agent ] from [ moscow, russia ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ eight years ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ timothee chalamet ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ stabbat mater / woodkid, clair de lune / claude debussy & ave maria / alexander markov ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ bitten nails, stark white ballet shoes, catlike eyes in the shadows, and red wine spilled like blood ]. ( *ooc ;; nomi, twenty two, est, she/her )

hey, hi, hello, next up is the second of my two kiddos, salem. down bellow is pretty much about everything you need to know about him and i’m going to try and keep things short and sweet because i have the tendency to be longwinded af sksdkjs i did pretty good with mari though so here’s hoping! here is a pinterest board for salem

THE RUNDOWN 

TRAITS ; (+) intelligent, witty, resourceful, loyal (-) cold, vain, self-centered, conceited

Salem was born in Moscow, Russia and raised there for nearly a decade of his life by his mother Asja. During that time, despite being from a less than extraordinary background Salem displayed extraordinary intelligence that caught the attention of the Russian mob. 

The mobs interest in Salem was brought about by a desire to remain untracked. They planned to use of Salem’s memory, intelligence, and unassuming appearance to have a human computer of sorts, one that could never be hacked. Salem was both bribed and blackmailed into working for them at the age of seven, where he was given the option to either work for them, earn large sums of money and have his sick mother get treatment for her aids, or refuse them and have his mother killed. Salem chose the former and was quickly transferred over to America with a brand new identity and a brand new ‘father’.

Sasha Zima, a boss of the American branch of the mob was appointed to be Salem’s handler, and disguise himself as Salem’s father. Under Sasha’s watchful eye Salem was made to memorize codes for safes, keep track of the financial aspect of a lot of the mob’s businesses, and occasionally spy for them in places that only a cherubic seven year old child could avoid suspicion. Everything Salem was made to memorize was later burned or disposed of, though this was never a problem for Salem due to his photographic memory. That said, since Salem never got a single digit, letter, or word of anything he was told to memorize wrong, his word was treated as gospel. People were killed or tortured simply based on the things that Salem recalls remembering, and while that in itself was traumatizing, the level of power he held was almost frighteningly intoxicating. 

Soon, Salem was ‘homeschooled’ based on the needs of the mob. He was taught robotics engineering by university professors so that he could memorize and communicate blueprints to members of the mob who needed them, and build the mob tools they needed from memory if need be. He was also tutored in languages by international travelers so that he could translate any information he held. After a kidnapping attempt by the Yakuza, Salem was even taught self defense so that the mob could protect their investment. At the time, Salem thought that all this was all simply what was expected of a member of the mob. It was only later that he found out that Sasha had taken a liking to him and had given him some special treatment.

Being the son of Sasha Zima itself had some perks. While Salem’s true identity was secret, his fake one was that of a rich man’s son, so to keep up appearances Salem lived well. Because of Sasha’s fondness for him, he was given lessons in violin, harp, piano, ballet, archery, and fencing, that he was encouraged to show off at the grand luxurious parties his father would hold. Ballet and archery were what Salem really excelled at, although his skills on the violin were quite good too. 

For eight years Salem almost got used to life as the mobs pet. Yes, he missed his mother, but he was constantly being assured she was being taken care of and that the work he was doing here for her was ensuring that she never had to sell her body for money again. That she was safe and happy, and proud of him, and Salem knows that he was naive to believe it but at the time he trusted Sasha, and he was even shown pictures of her, videos of her, all of her getting better and making progress. And whenever Salem even dare to step a toe out of line or even think of doing so, his mother’s life was threatened. So to some extent, Salem thought that he was doing the right thing, even if he was doing the wrong thing. 

That was until he was approached by The Circle at the age of fifteen, through some... messy circumstances (lets just say, Salem was lucky he was a (very useful) minor at the time). It was through this interaction that he came to know that his mother had been dead for four years, and that the mob had essentially been lying to him to keep him under their control.  Again he was given yet another choice that could change his life. This time there was no reluctance. The betrayal that Salem felt burned too furiously for him to even consider second thoughts. 

Salem remained deep under cover for two years after that initial meeting with The Circle, working quietly as an informant and mole for them and bidding his time for the chance at revenge. After a year of careful planning an opportunity presented itself, and Salem was able to get several key members of the mob arrested with air tight evidence, including Sasha.

Salem still has mixed feelings about Sasha’s arrest. On one hand, he was the only father Salem had ever had, but on the other, that could just be the Stockholm syndrome talking.

Since then Salem has been working for The Circle. Despite his desperate craving for something different and challenging, he showed the most aptitude for the Intelligence Department, which really doesn’t feel that different from his time in the mob. His goal is to find a way to formally transfer to The Genesis Department, but until then he tends to tinker for his own entertainment. 

FUN FACTS

his backstory is based off of a jason statham movie i saw the night i found this rp. coincidence??? i think not

eats??? like trash??? this boy survives on sugar and junk food and he’s the PICKIEST eater you ever did see 

speaks english, russian, french, italian, spanish, japanese, and mandrin chinese, he’s currently working on polish in his spare time

is actually really good at building little gadgets, and probably could have gotten into Genesis if he had more experience creating his own designs. To the point that Salem joined The Circle he had pretty much been trained to be a copy cat, just recording and regurgitating information. If he was assessed again now there might be a different result. 

 A HUGE gossip. After years of having to keep his lips sealed about everything always, Salem relishes the opportunity to just talk shit. As long as it’s not national secrets he’s probably trying to whisper about it to somebody. 

Salem’s morals are incredibly grey. He is that friend who says ‘kill them’ whenever you talk about a minor inconvenience (”someone stole my parking space” “kill them”) so yeah, he’s definitely not the most noble boy

loves trash reality TV like the kardashians? and the real housewives 

WANTED CONNECTIONS ; i totally forgot to do this for mari but it’s fine

xoxo - gossip girl : if anyone wants to gossip and talk shit with this boy, come one come all okay. This would probably be someone he’s close to unless they’re purely binded by their love of talking shit in which case hell yeah i’m down for that too. 

reluctant partners : kind of specifically for a field agent i guess, but for some reason these two are always paired together? salem is always the one in your muses ear guiding them through things, probably because they work really well together, but unfortunately, they Hate each other. When it’s not a life or death situation they spend a lot of time bickering over the comm. 

exes : to put it simply, salem gets around and his relationships rarely end well? so having an ex at circle just makes sense for him honestly. also tbh he is very gay, but this could have possibly been before he found that out For Sure so open to all genders

friends with benefits : self explanatory I think!

#circle: intro #this probably has loads of typos bUT #here it is #two for two now i can get on replies skjdjk

[sian265]

Broken Bond Chapter 3

I like everyone else am heartbroken at the decision of Freeform and Netflix to cancel Shadowhunters. I've done all the tagging and posting since last night in hopes that we get a miracle! For me personally, this show has re-sparked my creativity. I started writing fan fiction in 2003 in the LOTR's and Anita Blake realms. I branched out into QaF and some RPS before it all drying up in 2008. I haven't had a story, pairing inspire me since Malec came along. So to face not having them anymore after 12 more episodes in devastating. Let's hope we can #Saveshadowhunters

Broken Bond

Chapter 3

 Notes: I so enjoy this fantasy realm where one can play with the rules! So at this point, this is obviously my take on season 3b and I hope to have this tale done before the start of 3b!

    They both scrambled, falling backwards, as a scream ripped from Alec’s throat and his body bowed up. “Magnus!”

 Magnus scrambled back by Alec’s side. “It’s okay Alexander, your safe and healed.”

 Alec groaned and clutched his side, the exact spot where his Parabatai mark used to be. “What’d you do,” he demanded.

 “What was required.” Magnus answered. He helped Alec sit up and counted himself lucky when the Shadowhunter didn’t pull away, of course he didn’t know everything yet either.

 “Mom,” Alec said sounding surprised by her presence. Maryse moved up beside him and touched his face gently.

 “Alec,” she whispered a happy, relieved smile on her face.

 Alec looked down noticing his open shirt. His hand froze moving from where his Parabatai mark use to be to the new one right over his heart. “What is this?” he asked, his eyes flying from his Mom’s face to Magnus’s.

 Maryse looked at Magnus, apprehension showing on her face before she looked back at Alec. “Honey, listen to Magnus before you do anything, okay?”

 Alexander just nodded, eyes trained on the downcast face of Magnus. Magnus seemed to stiffen then raised his head to meet Alec’s stare head-on. “I’ll tell you everything, explain, but not here and not now. We need to check on our friends, and,” here he paused, uncertain, “Jace.”

 Alec buttoned up his shirt and rose to his feet. “Alright for now, because you are right we do need to find out what happened. But Magnus, full explanation to follow, yes?” he demanded.

 Magnus just silently nodded in agreement, dread already building.

 They found the others in chaos in front of the high-rise Lilith had taken over. Lots of mundanes who couldn’t stop moaning and were hysterical after coming free of her possession. Luke was comforting his police partner. They could all hear the sounds of emergency sirens approaching. Alec quickly took charge.

 “Izzy, Luke,” he called as he ran to approach them. “We have to get these people out of here; the police and fire departments are close.” Izzy nodded and headed for Luke. “Magnus,” Alec called.

 “What do you need, Alexander?” Magnus was right there next to Alec, not wanting to stray too far away after just cheating death for him.

 Alec looked at him expression somber. “We need to portal all these people out of here, now. Can you send them to the Institution until we can deal with them?”

 “Of course.” Magnus replied before a swirl of blue flame gathered in his hands and a portal opened up. Izzy and Luke began leading the free mundanes towards it.

 Alexander scanned the surroundings, not seeing Jace, Simon, or Clary. The elevators dinged and Jace and Simon rushed out, faces streaked with dirt and wet tear tracks. Jace rushed Alec, he hugged him tightly before pulling away, the look on his face, destroyed.

 “Alec,” he cried. “We can’t find Clary!” Behind him Simon was muttering to himself, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

 “She’s dead, she’s dead.” he kept mumbling.

 Jace turned and grabbed him roughly, shaking the Vampire. “Stop saying that, Simon! She is missing, you hear me!”

 “Jace!” Alec yelled, grabbing the other man by the arm, pulling him off, away from Simon. “Now is not the time, we have to get out of here, can’t you hear the sirens?”

 Maryse came and took Jace from Alec, gathering him in her arms and leading him towards the waiting portal. Izzy did the same for Simon. Alec took one more look around making sure they left no one behind before he joined Magnus at the portal. He looked at Magnus, and Magnus couldn’t read the other man’s face.

 Alec glanced at Jace’s retreating figure. “He hasn’t said a word about our bond missing.” He stated softly to Magnus.

 Magnus couldn’t think of anything to say to him to comfort, so he just guided Alec through the portal.

 ~

The institute was in complete chaos. They had a room full of mundanes and while they could easily wipe their memories, most were wanted for the murders of their loved ones. Magnus watched as the stress briefly played across Alec’s face before the mask – his head of institute face – as Magnus called it – was adopted. Magnus just waited as Alexander took a deep breath and gently pulled Magnus to the side, away from all the noise and confusion.

 He looked at him and gave an attempt at a smile that turned out more as a grimace. “I’m not avoiding it, and we will talk,” Alec waved a vague hand across his chest. “First I need to deal with all this and I’ll need your help.” Alexander was now looking at him a little desperately. “Please,” he whispered.

 Magnus briefly touched Alec’s cheek. “I understand and of course I’ll stay and assist, Alexander.”  Then Alec totally surprised him by leaning in, and briefly kissing him.

 “I’m so glad you made it back, Magnus. I love you.” Alec whispered after pulling back.

 Magnus smiled. “I love you too Alexander.”

 He watched with just a bit of pride as his Alexander began issuing orders and people scrambled to obey. No one said a word about the presence of three Downworlders and a former de-runed Shadowhunter, no one dared. Alexander, as he had demonstrated before, commanded this institute and all followed his lead. He sent the mundanes off to medical with Izzy accompanying them. Jace, he also sent to medical with Maryse guiding him. Simon and Luke both looked ill at ease and totally out of place. Luke waited just a moment before following Maryse no doubt to question Jace about what happened to Clary.

 Alec gestured Magnus over to where he and Simon were standing. “We have a problem. All these mundanes need their memories wiped, but we have only one Warlock, even if that is Warlock Magnus Bane, that’s a lot of magic needed from one person.”

 Magnus quickly realized were Alec was going with this. “And we cannot call upon the High Warlock for help,” he finished Alexander’s thought.

 Magnus gestured with his eyes at Simon standing with them; he didn’t want to say anything else in front of the Vampire. Alec quickly understood with a slight nod.

 “Simon, why don’t you head to medical and see if Jace and Luke need you.” Alec suggested. The Vampire gave a jerky nod and Alec gestured for a Shadowhunter close by to take him there. “Why don’t we talk in my office?” Alec stated turning back to Magnus.

 Magnus turned and followed Alec from the command center to his office neither saying a word until they were safely behind closed doors and Magnus warded the room. Once safe he looked at Alec and thought carefully how to tell him about their new abilities.

 “Alexander, we don’t need other Warlocks to take care of the mundanes. I know you are not going to like this, but with our new Alliance rune we can now share abilities, this includes my magic.”

 Obviously, with all that had happened, Alec had not had time to think about what their new runes really entailed. He stared at Magnus mouth agape.

 Magnus almost smiled, if the situation wasn’t soaked in so much fear, he might have enjoyed this. “Yes, Alexander, you can now do magic.”

#malec #saveshadowhunters #Magnus x Alec #fan fiction #au

[gaillaffxiv]

I RETURN WITH MORE QUESTIONS: 10, 12, 13, 20, 28, 32, and C

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? Dallia lies on a frequent basis and gives no shits. It’s possible there are some she recalls with guilt? But I’d have to think hard on it and I just can’t get my juices for that concept going.Huabian has probably never told a lie big enough to haunt, though he definitely feels horrible whenever he has to.K’anta actually has lied ic and feels VERY BAD about it. Well, he didn’t lie per say, but he didn’t tell a girl he was finding a ship to aleport for that the captain was of… questionable rating. It ended up getting them both in a LOT of trouble, but he’s very glad he didn’t send her on that ship alone.Peraa is also a frequent liar though, and one thing she lies about haunts her regularly, yes.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? Dallia will either make someone else scratch it for her, find something that can reach it, or rub it against something. If none of these things are present, she’ll probably bend over backwards in a very loud, displeased manner as she tries to get it. Perhaps even rolling on the ground to do so.Huabian would try to reach for it, but if he couldn’t he would miserably try to ignore it while involuntarily moving the body part it was located on to attempt to soothe it until it passed. Unless a proper scratcher was present to save the day!K’anta would likely make a show out of the fact that he had one, depending on the context, as a vague cry for help, hoping for someone to offer assistance however they so choose.Peraa has… A special method. One you wouldn’t be able to see. The hints for it aren’t on her profile actually, but I guess they should be? I’d feel bad if I revised everyone’s bios a hundred times or so though. But anyway- Cholk. She would ask Cholk to get it.13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color? Dallia believes it to be red! She looks pretty good in it for sure, but this being a subjective topic, oranges, yellows and yellows with black accents are debatably up there.Huabian grew up blue, his whole family is blue, (save the inlaws) blue is their color. 90% of his wardrobe is different shades of blue. He looks amazing in it, but also whites or pinks. Maybe yellows.K’anta has a limited amount of fashion experience both ic and ooc, but gravitates towards natural tones. Again, given that this is opinionated, his hair is pink, and I love colors that make me think of food? He looks like neopolitan ice cream. I love it. He doesn’t know it, but he’s also looked good in purples.Peraa loooves black. Black, black, black. It suits her vibe really well, too! So I’m fond of it! Golds, whites and certain turquoise’s look good too though!20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Dallia would say “Uuuh….. One’s romantic, one’s platonic and one’s with family.” Intelligently. Huabian… Could possibly get swept away and have an entire monologue about the concept, but in short explaining that romantic attraction is when you have an extreme desire to give that person special kinds of attention (though he wouldn’t mean in a sexual way) and platonic is when you really appreciate someone on the level of enjoying their company and while you may want to give them affection and the like, within your own standards theres a vast difference between how you treat a platonic love and a romantic love, even though not everyone is really aware and it can cause a lot of issues for oneself, actually. (He’ll say this and then he’ll turn around and have no idea that he’s had a grand total of 3 crushes ic.) And then familial love is a lot like platonic love but given your family is good, its a lot deeper and more intrinsic, and also doesn’t depend on maintenance in the same way romantic and platonic might. It’s just kinda. There. Like a kinmanship.(Trust me when I say this is the short version of his thoughts.)K’anta would say something like romantic love being really heart racing and possibly imply something sexual, and then platonic and familial are just. Liking someone but not wanting to kiss them.Peraa would honestly be more stumped than Dallia but not want to admit it. She’d say romantic is someone you want to spend your life with, familial is someone you are obligated to care for and platonic is people you smile when you see.28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? Dallia, if its something thats her fault, yeah always of course. If it’s something observational she’d be openly bitter without rancor.Huabian would want to, but his moral compass would prevent him, especially if it were serious. With observational things too, he would do his best to be honest both to others and himself.K’anta is up in the air on this one, but would no doubt want to hide something he’d done. Observationally he would sugar coat and pretend it didn’t exist.Peraa would actually love to tell someone something unpleasant she’s done, given the timing is good for her to deal with their upset. Observationally, she lies to herself and to others.32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? Dallia relies on contextual social battering of others as a go-to joke. This is often making fun of someone for being inferior.Huabian might have a go to story? But honestly he probably just talks about whatever interesting thing he’s been into that week.K’anta has been in one roleplay so far, but the rp itself will probably be a story he retells in a gloating fashion on the regular.Peraa relies heavily on her conversation partner to keep things flowing… 

C. Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? Dallia not so much, but I didn’t think too hard on her. She started out as just a personality that would be fun at the bar, but then as she made friends and got involved in Cool RP Drama her issues and story just started… Shaping itself.Huabian I have found to be difficult finding a concise story for. I’m still struggling with what I want to tell with him. A couple things that were going to be interested started to happen, but then they fell apart due to multiple reasons better left unexplained. He’s been the one in my head the most lately though, so I’ll probably find it for him soon!K’anta…. Yeah no heckin’ clue. Don’t even know who he is yet. He’ll need to be used some before I know.Peraa however I know exactly what I want to tell with her, because she was inspired by something I desperately wanted and needed to express! Her story though? Well I want to leave it a surprise for whoever gets to enjoy it!

#ask #infiniteleft #the children #dallia #huabian #kanta #peraa #apparently you can't edit in a readmore break I'm so sorry for the dash stretchers everyone!!

[when-stars-go-dim]

seriously, how clueless can one be?

It's Vanderwood's birthday and yet he is completely unaware of it, even until the very end

ran: clueless eggplant is clueless T-T

for my clueless rp-partner, @the-rain-shall-fall @altairs-writings (please do check her out, her works are too heavenly, i crai), who completely forgotten it's her birthday today

wuv shuuuuuu ヾ( ｀>3)ω<*)

you have my first ever written fic, hubby *cue the cerb going hysterical because ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It was a lazy afternoon.

Saeran sat on the floor, slouching against his boyfriend’s back while said boyfriend was painstakingly trying to fold the unending pile of laundry. The redhead was casually reading a book, giving a few sarcastic comments every now and then whilst accompanying Vanderwood – it was Saeran’s interpretation of helping the brunet to do chores.

Deeming the book was boring, with all the cheesy pick up lines and unwanted romantic and dramatic gestures, Saeran placed the book aside and sighed. “Vandy, can I have your phone? I’m lazy to grab mine.” Vanderwood was speechless but yet he complied with the young twin’s request, gently bumping Saeran’s forehead with the phone. “Are you going to watch another session of cat videos on Phasebook, runt? Don’t you have work to do?”

Saeran cared not about the latter reminder and happily cheered when Vanderwood handed him the phone. “Work? What’s that? Is it edible?” He replied cheekily, repositioning himself to rest his head onto Vanderwood’s lap. “Oi runt! How am I supposed to fold the laundry with you lying on my lap?” The brunet flicked the kid’s forehead, then sighed, knowing Saeran won’t budge until he’s bored again. Anyway, Vanderwood was almost done with folding the laundry. All he had to do was just to put them away. But that can wait, indulging a little with Saeran now was a pleasant idea as well. Vanderwood ruffled the mob of vibrant red hair, his fingers gently pushing away some of the stray strands on his forehead, looking at the young twin chuckling as his focus was on the cat videos.

“Found anything interesting?” Vanderwood asked, still ruffling his lover’s hair.

“Yeah, someone decided that it was fun to poke a cat’s paw, the cat retaliated and malfunctioned.” Saeran chuckled.

As the kid continued to scroll down the video playlist, a notification appeared. It was a message from Vmin, - Vanderwood’s colleague when they were still working for the agency - with the title ‘Happy Birthday, Mr. Leopard Prints’. Saeran blinked, astonished, his eyes darting from the message then back at his clueless boyfriend. 

‘It’s Vandy’s birthday? Why didn’t Vandy say anything? Has he forgotten about the fact that it’s his birthday today?’ Saeran furrowed his brows, but noticing how clueless Mr. Leopard Prints was. Nuff said, dense Mr. Leopard Prints had no idea at all. “Say Vandy? Are you done with the laundry?” Saeran place the phone down, his gaze meeting the brunet’s.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m done for now. I guess? Wait, are you done with watching the cat videos already? That was fast.” Vanderwood exclaimed, not a bit astonished at how short Saeran’s attention span was. Though he must say, he treasured moments like these when the Saeran is just beside him, keeping him company. There are also times he wished that it could last just a little longer.

Saeran sat up and offered his hand to help the agent up. “Shall we go for a date then? Is there any place where you would like to go?” Vanderwood was surprised. It was usually the runt who decides where to go, and he’ll tag along. But today it was different, and it did make him wonder why.

“Come on now, where would you like to go? Think~” Saeran pestered once more, dragging the brunet across the living room and towards the door.

“Hmm…” Vanderwood pondered for a moment, still unsure why the sudden enthusiasm the young twin was portraying. “Let’s go to the grocery store then, your brother did request for more of those vile drinks and that cheap flavoured potato chips. Besides, I will need to restock the fridge again.”

Saeran was speechless. He was so done with Vanderwood’s choice of ‘dating spots’. Then again, the both of them had never done a decent date since they were a thing to begin with. The redhead gave it a thought, quirking his lips. It indeed would be the perfect place to go and get some necessary stuff, like a cake to celebrate Vanderwood’s birthday.

“Fine, let’s go there then.” Saeran hastily threw a scarf around the brunet’s neck and storm out of the house. “Hold up, runt. Why are you in such a hurry?” Vanderwood laughed, not making the young one’s work any easy.

Said young one was taking big steps while dragging the old one who thought there was no need to rush, taking his own sweet time, waltzing down to the grocery store. Seeing how desperate the Saeran was, Vanderwood sighed and tugged against Saeran’s hand, causing the redhead to stumble a few steps back, Vanderwood’s arms opened and ready to catch him.

“Woah there, runt. Seriously you’re really hyped. Here, walk alongside with me.” Vanderwood offered his hand to the pouting prince, whose face was glowing red from all the huff and puff earlier. “Your cheeks are very red too.” The brunet chuckled, causing Saeran to screech in embarrassment, hiding his face behind the back of his hand. “Come along now, runt.” Vanderwood held onto Saeran’s hand tightly, humming a tune he had learnt from his dear red tomato. The both of them were now walking alongside each other, just the way Vanderwood had wanted from the start.

As they reached the store, Saeran just wanted to go to the dessert aisle, but Vanderwood had no intention of letting go the young twin’s hand yet, knowing that he’ll definitely run off to where the ice-creams were.

“I can walk on my own you know.” Saeran protested.

“Yeah, I know.” The brunet merely chuckled. “Hey, runt. Apples or Oranges?”

“Huh? ...Pears please.” Said runt replied silently under his tone.

Vanderwood chuckled at his reply. “So you like pears? Why not apples and oranges?”

“Because they’re sour. Just the sound of them will make me go ughh~~” Saeran instantly made the expression like how one will have when they ate something sour, poor Vanderwood tried his best to restrain his laughter, he did not want to risk his dear tomato pouting, though the urge to just tease had always been strong.

Just two more aisles and they would reach the dessert aisle where the cakes were.

“What about greens?” The agent’s eyes were scanning the aisle for possible greens both the picky tomatoes would eat.

“More like, what about reds” Saeran commented with a smirk, earning a kiss on his forehead from his lover. “Wh-what are you doing?? We’re in public, you dumbhead.” Ears bright red, Saeran tried to elbow Vanderwood but the brunet managed to dodge it, unfortunately.

“You were the one who started it first though.” Vanderwood laughed, once again standing beside the blushing tomato who was tugging against the ends of his sleeves.

Finally, they were at the dessert aisle!

And Vanderwood allowed Saeran to roam free down the aisle, but strange, Saeran wasn’t looking at the ice-creams but at the cakes?

Vanderwood did not give Saeran’s unusual actions much thought. He’ll still spoil the runt with whatever he chose from this aisle as a reward for accompanying him the whole time since they’ve reached the store.

“Have you made up your mind, runt?” Vanderwood finally walked up behind him, just because the redhead had not budged from the display counter for at least 20 minutes.

“Hm? Mhmm.. I’m conflicted with these many choices. Why not you choose one that you like?” Saeran beamed happily. Yes, that is a very good idea. “Please?”

The ‘please’ added extra effect, though Vanderwood wasn’t fond of very sweet desserts but if it’ll help the young twin make a decision, he didn’t mind adding his own input.

“How about this one then, Dark Chocolate Coffee Cake?” Vanderwood pointed at the one that appealed to him most, unsure how Saeran would react to his choice.

“Yes!! Let’s!! I had that flavour in mind too. Then again all the other cakes were so appealing.” Seeing the tomato happy with his choice, Vanderwood smiled as well.

Once they’ve checked out their items, it was already dark out. “Yikes, we’ve been inside there for that long? Hyung must be very hungry by now.” Saeran shivered as the chilly autumn wind blew, his breaths were white against the dark lit streets. “Weird? Seven usually would have called us to find out where are we.” Vanderwood quirked his lips, curious himself as to why the hacker had not bugged their little date.

Just then, they’ve both come to a realisation that…

“WE’VE LEFT OUR PHONES BACK AT THE BUNKER!!”

Both Vanderwood and Saeran laughed. There was their answer. "I'm sorry, I swear it wasn't on purpose." Saeran sounded apologetic, ultimately it was still his fault that they had carelessly left their phones behind. Vanderwood leaned closer, balancing the paperbag of groceries in one hand so that he could he could hold onto Saeran's hand, then sliding them into his pocket. "We did came out in a rush, didn't we? Gosh, your hands are cold, should have brought our gloves with us too." The brunet smiled while his thumb constantly caressed the back of Saeran's chilled hand, in attempt to warm it up.

"Why were you so eager anyway?" Still unaware of Saeran's intentions, and out of curiousity, Vanderwood asked. "You were behaving oddly ever since you've took my phone to watch the cat videos. Did somehow one of them inspired you to do something, and if I may add, out of the ordinary a normal Saeran would act?"

Saeran was speechless. To be honest, he had hoped that the cake would at least provide the oblivious agent some sort of hint as to what day today was. “Do you seriously have no idea why?” Saeran asked worriedly, only to have Vanderwood shaking his head.

“Come closer then, and I’ll tell you.” The redhead smirked. Vanderwood wordlessly leaned closer, wondering what his dear lover was plotting and had to whisper ever so silently. It was kinda cute, so the agent complied nonetheless. Once Vanderwood was close enough, Saeran pecked a kiss on Vanderwood’s cheek.

“Happy birthday, Vandy!”

cue: sev’s whining noises because vanderan is nowhere to be found and they left the phones behind, and he’s hungry.

cue: more sev whining cuz he’s not allowed to step into the kitchen, tis an order from vandy.

#vanderan #vanderwood x saeran #fanfic #mary vanderwood 3rd #saeran choi #mystic messenger #mysme #cluelessvandyisbaeeeeee #slams table #nuff said #i rest my case #as how my hubbu had phrase it #clueless eggpla-//slapped #happy birthday you dork #love you always #canon divergence

[badrpstories]

Words alone seem insufficient to express the importance of good communication between muns. Nevertheless, I shall make an attempt in sharing this little story. Disclaimer: there’s nothing lurid or inflammatory here. No fictional sex and violence, no controversy bait. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing triggering…just a mention of mental illness and I think there’s a metaphor that involves drowning but, that’s about it. It’s not even remarkably bad. Just sad. So, if you’re hoping for something scandalous, you’ve been forewarned.

Several months ago, I lost an rp partner that I considered a friend. It’s been long enough for me to be capable of writing this but not long enough for me to be truly over it. I’m writing this because the reason I am still not over it is that I don’t know how much of that loss was my own fault and my behavior in response to that loss has probably ensured that I will never know.

Prior to starting threads we spent a couple months chatting, as often as every other day to once or twice a week. Skimming over the chat log to confirm that frequency reopens and rubs salt into old wounds. 

Then, after we started threading, just a few replies in, they went MIA. No heads up, no indication of any problems, they just vanished. This wasn’t their first disappearing act. Roughly a year before this they had done something similar, albeit under different circumstances. 

With the exception of this ghostly behavior, they were everything I could hope for in an RP partner and, from all I knew of them, I very much liked them as a person and would have liked to count them as a friend. Their other partners seemed like a good group of people that I’d be happy to interact with as well. Since I have very limited free time for RP I’m understanding of others in that situation; I’m also very particular (probably a little peculiar), and perhaps more selective than I’ve a right to be, or have admitted to being in the past. I’m a choosy beggar. So, when they resurfaced and reached out to see if I wanted to write with them again I was elated. I was also very concerned that I might have caused or contributed to their previous disappearance. They assured me I had not, that I’d done nothing wrong. They explained what had happened before and insisted that they’d be sticking around this time.

Had they seemed less available, or less enthused, during those two months before we started writing, had they not been initiating chats and responding so quickly, it would have been different. There should have been a better discussion about future activity expectations. At one point they remarked ‘even if we can only do one reply a week each’ (something to that effect) and that sounded perfectly reasonable to me.

The last time I heard from them all seemed well. I messaged them a little over a week later, after I’d posted replies, just to inform them of some technical issues I was having. When another week had gone by without hearing from them I was starting to get worried. I expressed my concerns and said I would appreciate hearing from them, even if they were unable to reply on threads, just to know everything was okay. Early on, when we were chatting, they had offered their cell number. I didn’t take them up on it. I’m careful with my personal info, it felt too soon and, while I certainly don’t like to be left hanging, I didn’t want them to feel like I needed to keep tabs on them. I was fine with tumblr being our only point of contact.

Six weeks went by with no sign of them. Logically, I knew it was possible that something had come up, that real life might have overwhelmed them. It wasn’t as if they were actively RPing with others but, then again, they could have been on other blogs I didn’t know of, so I couldn’t really take anything from that. I also know that for most in rp, six weeks of zero contact would be considered a sure sign that the other mun is not interested. I know there are those who will simply ghost others they no longer wish to interact with, some openly admit to it.

I was starting to dissect our OOC exchanges and second guessing everything, looking for anything I might have done wrong, anything that might have been misinterpreted and taken wrong. I would never claim to be perfect in any way but I couldn’t come up with anything that, when weighed against all of our OOC talks, would seem to warrant them having a serious issue with me. Before their disappearance they’d had me feeling confident that they were comfortable discussing any problems, but after all that time without so much as a quick im or psa post it seemed increasingly unlikely. I was now too nervous and shy to even consider reaching out to their other partners.

Mental illness should never be used as an excuse. I’m not including this next part to garner sympathy, only to state facts. I did go through a period of wanting sympathy and commiseration but that’s not the purpose here, this is for explanation. By the end of that sixth week my anxiety had taken over and I was drowning in a whirlpool of mixed emotions, swinging between worry over their well-being, remorseful self-flagellation and bitter, resentful resignation. Yes, I know: It is only a hobby. It is ONLY fucking RP. But I could not simply shut the feelings off and repeating that mantra to myself, reminding myself how irrational and insignificant this all was only added new layers of misery. I tried to distract myself. I wanted to do the intelligent thing and move on, find some sort of victory in happiness with other partners but, I couldn’t think about RP at all without circling back around to this: Where had I gone so wrong? 

What if I unwittingly make the same mistakes again?

What if I approach another potential partner or group and accidentally come across them on a different account? Will they think I’m stalking them? Should I just stay away from anything remotely similar?

What if I totally misjudged them from the very beginning?

At the risk of sounding really melodramatic, the worst of it was the feeling of being unable to accurately gauge another’s attitude and intentions, the fear that there is something fundamentally flawed in my perception of other people. But that is something I’ve struggled with a long time, in real life, due to experiences.

Desperate for answers, I went trawling the cesspool of salt and confessions, sifting through and inspecting every possible explanation, from the petty and absurd to the grave and severe. There I came upon things that seemed, to my stress addled brain, sure signs confirming my fears and suspicions. Maybe I was right. I’ll never know, and that just might be due to what I chose to do next.

There are more details. There always are, right? There’s more to the story that might give a little more insight but, those might be too revealing, for both of us involved. This is no call-out and those details aren’t critical to the purpose. However, given those details, my state of mind, the history, the timing, all of our previous discussions and traded reassurances, their actions felt almost punitive and mocking, as if they had done this to ensure I’d never even want to interact with them again. So, I sent a curt im and soft-blocked them.

I can still remember the feeling of my fingertip hovering over that block button as it wavered, through tear-blurred vision, in time with my pulse. The guilt was instantaneous. But I didn’t stop there, oh no! I did the same with a mutual-mutual because they were partners first so of course that person wouldn’t want anything to do with me either. I had intended that to be the end of it. I didn’t even stick to my own resolution. I later sent a lengthy rant expressing my hurt and frustration, chiding them for not having the courage to give me a simple, honest, clear rejection. Over the following months I became increasingly convinced of mistakes I had made early on. In random moments of weakness I would message again, attempting to apologize for these errors, although I was still hurt by the fact that they’d never mentioned any problem (assuming there was one to begin with). Eventually, I deleted our threads, changed my url, essentially shut down. Ultimately, I came to terms with the fact that my own behavior had turned toxic. I should have just quietly walked away after a month of no contact. Instead, all I’d done had achieved nothing but piling wrong upon wrong. I messaged again, trying to apologize for that.

I’ve never seen a trace of them since the last time we spoke so many months ago. I have been told they are alive and more or less well, I’m not sure whether or not I should believe everything I’ve heard. Now and then, I worry that there was some wild misunderstanding, or maybe some bizarre glitch. More worrying is the possibility that their real life circumstances actually have been difficult enough to keep them from ever logging on at all for all this time. But I don’t really think any of that is plausible, more like some sort of twisted wishful thinking that only makes me feel worse. It wouldn’t make me feel worse if I hadn’t reacted like I did and now it’s the only reason I haven’t completely gotten over this, because I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, I never intended to hurt them. As hurtful as what I did do may have been, I was only able to because I believed they did not care at all. But I know that does not make it right, or healthy, regardless of whatever the facts about their disappearance may be. 

So, if you ever find yourself in a similar place, as difficult as it may be, try to avoid making the same mistakes I did. Do not block. Don’t even soft-block. Just drop it and try to forget. Vent anonymously if you must. Try not to say anything you might ever, ever regret. Don’t screw yourself out of the chance to walk away with a clean conscience.

#mental illness tw #submission

[oakmd]

professor oak’s rp plotting cheat-sheet!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

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Mod name: :v OOC Contact: Tumblr IM; but if we’re mutuals I’ll give you my discord! I have Skype too, but I don’t really use it much. 

WHO IS HE:

 Professor Oak is a renowned Pokémon Professor most notably known for his invention of the Pokédex, his Welcome To The World of Pokémon! lecture / documentary and his extensive research surrounding the relationships between pokémon and people. He’s a very recognizable icon in the pokéworld; it would be impossible not to know who he is. 

Alternatively, while he’s mostly known for being a scientist, he has wide recognition for his Pokémon poetry. He also does regular recordings with DJ Mary at Goldenrod Radio Tower. 

The Professor resides in Pallet Town, Kanto, in one of the world’s most impressive laboratory reserve - stretching across acres upon acres of land, built entirely to replicate all types of pokémon’s natural habitats and terrains. 

As a former pokémon trainer ( as well as Kanto Champion ), he has one grandson, Gary Oak, who is also former pokémon trainer, but is now currently on the path to becoming a Scientist himself, specializing in fossil revival.

Points of interest:

My portrayal of Professor Oak is mostly anime-based. This means I do not consider game function as canon or as character trait (ex. Professor Oak forgetting his grandson’s name. I have heard this joke enough to last me a lifetime, please Don’t™.) However, I include some elements of the manga/game, I guess, but usually only to fill in the many gaps untouched in the anime. With that being said, Green / Blue / Red and even Daisy do not exist. I have exceptions of interactions with some people, but it does not fall under my Main Canon and is more of some weird, blended AU, lol. 

Professor Oak is a 50+ year old man. On top of that, a parent and a grandparent. Because of this, most of the time ( not always ) he will naturally be more intuitive and perceptive to situations than a younger muse might be. He has had many, many life experiences to draw from that he applies to current context; empathizing and offering advice comes easy. With that being said, please communicate with me if I’ve crossed a line with this; I won’t take offense!

Professor Oak has interacted with legendary Pokémon. See: Celebi, ft. Suicune. Professor Oak is not immune to... strange occurrences. He’s interacted with the legendary pokémon Celebi ( and Suicune ) when he was a young boy. However, I portray this muse as someone that has seen much more ( of the unexplainable, not necessarily legendaries ), yet appreciates them within the comfort of his own privacy. 

Professor Oak has very high public status! While the man certainly lives his life as a regular person, his life is anything but. Hailing from Kanto and living peacefully in Pallet Town, Samuel’s demeanor is very humble, but his Net Worth is one of the highest, given his important influence, multi-faceted popularity and on-going relevancy among the citizens of the poké-universe. It goes without saying that he has made some of the most important contributions to the field of science and world of pokémon, but he is also sort of a pop culture “idol”. His name is attached to hundreds of awards, recognitions, lifetime achievements, entertainment achievements. Whatever there is to do, Professor Oak does it all: Scientist, Writer, Artist, Humanitarian, Pokémon Professor, TV Host, Radio Host, University Lecturer, Motivational Speaker, Activist, League Advisor, Parent. There is nothing he won’t dive into if it’s for the greater good.  List of Awards: here. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

*POST-CANON. Same ol’, same ol’. Professor Oak has many years left in him yet! You can still find him on his happy little hill in Pallet Town doing what he does best: giving trainers their starters, and babysitting those same 9482536 kids under his care. Including, but not limited to all the 3948357927682294 pokémon he and - everyone’s favorite personal assistant son - Tracey Sketchit share responsibility for. His life will pretty much be the same, as it has been; the perks of being old and well-adjusted.  *I use ‘post canon’ loosely. My default timeline is ongoing with the show itself, but since time never seems to progress, I’ve taken it upon myself to lazily assume some years have passed since S1E1 ( hence why I say Oak is 50+ rather than actually 50 ). 

MULTI-VERSE. If you are a non-pokémon muse, Professor Oak will happily accept that you’re simply not someone from his universe. As mentioned above, stranger things have happened to him. Because of his own experiences, he’s very open-minded about the possibilities the universe has up it’s sleeve. I like to think of his corral and his lab are portal spots for the unknown to materialize. Maybe a point deep in the mountain and forest terrain. Or perhaps from the forest ( between Kanto and Johto ) where Celebi dwells. This concept isn’t necessary to follow for the multi-verse, just a suggestion! TL;DR Let Professor Oak be your away-from-home grandpa, he has lots of Experience™.

Where to find them:

DEFAULT VERSE. There are a lot of places to find the ever-active Professor Oak. However, the top three most common places are: his research lab ( corral included ) in Pallet Town, Kanto, Goldenrod Radio Tower, and Celadon University. Because he is so famous, he can be anywhere, though. Whether it’s doing charity work, raising awareness, doing lectures, being a guest at internships, working with media across regions, visiting other pokémon professors, being on a much needed vacation, traveling for work. Pretty much, wherever your muse is, I can find a reason for Professor Oak to be there. 

POST-COLLEGE. I don’t actually have a ‘verse’ for this but it takes place shortly after Samuel finishes grad school and takes position as Kanto’s Pokémon Professor. He’s the first one to reside in Pallet Town. The lab itself is still under renovation; he’s moved back home after being away for years at school, and still trying to mourn the loss of his fiancé. He’s a single father, struggling to balance work and parenthood, but he gets by. ( Further down this timeline, about thirteen years later, he suffers the loss of his children, and becomes the guardian of his grandson, Gary Oak. )

To find Professor Oak is the other ‘verses’ from the Offered / Desired sections, just ask. 

Current plans:

Keeping busy. Professor Oak is a very goal-oriented person and although he finds relaxation necessary, he also prefers to be active. His hands are always full running the biggest pokémon lab, but he’s always throwing himself into new projects of all kinds of varieties.

Travel and meet new people. Ever the social butterfly, the Professor is always welcoming new faces to his growing list of companions. Although his reasons for traveling are no longer for becoming a Pokémon Champion, he finds that there are plenty of things he hadn’t quite noticed or appreciated before. It’s interesting to see how some things have changed, and for others, how they’ve stayed the same. It’s all for business purposes of course ( mostly ), but coming full circle provides closure for memories he’d only reminisced about for years after he graduated from college. 

Supporting Gary. As his grandson begins his journey in the field of science, Professor Oak prioritizes helping him adjust and giving him the support he needs.

Otherwise, the plans depend on what your muse brings. :O

Desired interactions:

Retired Oak! Literally everything is the same except he’s wearing tropical shirts and jorts. B^) Alola cruise, anyone?

Alzheimer’s Oak! LISTEN, I KNOW.. ... .. Game-mechanic jokes aside, lmao - I have no real excuse. It just hurts so good. ;^(

Grandpa Oak. I’m sure raising Gary and Ash was nothing but and Experience™.

TRACEY. MY PURE ASSISTANT SON -

College. What goes on in college, stays in college. College timeline: here.

Celebi, Again! Starring... Professor Oak! B^) Swapped into the body of his younger self. How does he fix this? Calamity ensues.

Dr. Fuji, Who? No, Professor Oak isn’t part of Team Rocket but he did get roped into helping them create MewTwo with the desperate attempt to also bring his family back to life. Did I rip that from Dr. Fuji? Yes I did, and I don’t care, let me live -

Team Rocket? Or, alternatively, he does work for Team Rocket with this ridiculous concept that he was blackmailed into working for them post-grad because of his unremarkable intelligence and promise. While his public face is the friendly Professor Oak everyone knows and loves, his lab holds darker secrets, the darkest being that he could no loner resist their persistence in making him comply, after they staged his children’s death as an innocent car accident. : ) ... Anyway, 

Persistent Press. Be annoying and invasive. Start scandals. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unrequited. Get rejected by the notorious man himself. He will be gentle.

Agatha. How dare you,

CROSSOVERS!!!

Offered interactions:

Are you a Pokémon Trainer™ or some other kind of pokémon-specializing person ( pokémon watcher, photographer, breeder, ranger, etc. )? Ring up your Professor when Officer Jenny arrests you for something he told you not to do in the first place so he can judge you with a proper scolding. For the others, show him your talents and skills! If you’re not a Kanto Trainer, I’m sure one of the other Professors can send you his way, either to drop something off / pick something up / for general help, etc. and he’s always excited to meet his colleagues’ kiddos. Also excited to see others contribute to the world of pokémon in some way! He loves pokémon and humans interacting! 

Are you a Pokémon Professor? Doctor, Nurse? Let’s gather ‘round and be stressed about Ash our reckless trainers. But also drinking and karaoke! Pokémon Discourse™. Camping retreats. Boring, obligatory conferences. Peer Review. Or maybe you just need a little advice from one of the pokéworlds more experienced Professors! Unless you’re Professor Rowan - in that case you’re BFFs that get into shenanigans nobody would ever believe. 

Are you a Science Major? Limited internships available for college students.

Do you live in Pallet Town? Hi, neighbor! B^) Professor Oak ( and Tracey ) most likely talk to you in passing, should it occur. ( Please message me about pre-established relationships first. ) Common places include, the mart, post office, movie theaters, etc.

Summer Camp? Boom, Professor Oak has summer camp for the kiddos at his corral. 

Are you a big idolizer of Professor Oak? Lucky for you, there’s more than one way to be a fan! You can reach him via fanmail, @’ing him on social media, finding his personal phone number from some sketchy fan forum, hogging up the radio show hotline, stalking his schedule to make each appearance panel, hovering outside around his lab, stealing candid photos, bombarding him in public with intrusive questions, shoving your notepad out for an autograph... You can even be one of those weird people who try to proclaim your love to ‘celebrities’ too old for you that you know little about. Who knows what this poor man will do?

Are you into Traditional Kanto / Johto? You may share the same passions if you’re into calligraphy, ikebana, haiku, tea ceremonies, etc. 

Are you a Celadon University Student? Feel free to talk to your Intro To Pokémon ( or Pokémon Sociology 101, etc. ) Professor about anything unclear about assignments, to offer questions or concerns... or try to make excuses for not turning in homework and being late, you lazy student. :T Doubles as an Unofficial Guidance Counselor to said students even though that’s not his job - but he can’t help it, he’s a parent before he’s a Professor.

Are you a child associated with Make-A-Wish Foundation? Professor Oak offers terminally-ill children the opportunity to choose their starters, and spend time with their favorite idol. : (

Are you affiliated with the media? All press can inquire about guest speakings, giveaways, promotions, advertisement deals, interviews, volunteer work, hosting/co-hosting, etc. and Professor Oak will get back to you at his earliest convenience. This INCLUDES those working at Goldenrod Radio Tower!

Are you a business person? Politician? High-Profile Celebrity / Figure? Meet Professor Oak at a Gala! Or any other formal event. Feel free to offer business negotiations, inquire about his residence, or other sketchy things. :v 

Are you affiliated with Kanto’s Pokémon League? Albeit not as recently involved as per usual, he’s an advisor, so he and your muse are at least associates, if not more.

Are you one of the developers that helped with the Pokédex? Nerds will be nerds.

Do you know Samuel from his days prior to being Professor Oak? Whether it be from childhood, training days, or college, they all matter. ( I’m aware this is highly unlikely because nobody RP’s old pokémon muses, but with that being said, I’m open to interacting with kids / grandkids of the aforementioned. )

Are you Team Rocket a villain? Have you reached your Kidnap-A-Scientist quota today? 

Current open post/s:

I had very few, but I’m too lazy to look for them. Plotting is probably better. /gestures to this post

Anything else?:

Threading is not limited to this list. I’m always open to more ideas!  

I’m not sure what the huge difference is between the Desired / Offered interactions -

You don’t need a pokémon verse to interact with me! 

Your muse does not need to idolize Professor Oak to interact with him.

CROSSOVERS.

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#this is way longer than i thought it could possibly be #please read it theres something for everyone i swear!!! #do your research ▸ [ PSA. ] #through the years ▸ [ hc. ]

[burndownthehousetonight]

((Another RP continuation with @last-of-my-bloodline, and HOOO BOY here comes some drama ‘,:3c))

“He didn’t know anything.”

For once, Light was forced to sit out of something regarding the tentails investigation. A little over five months into his pregnancy, the side effects had begun to weigh on him. Their king should have been present for an interrogation of such a high-level suspect, but fatigue and sharp pains had begun to crop up. Instead, Shadow and a high-ranking royal guard rotated between conducting the overly long interrogation, with Manic looking on and learning just as little as everyone else.

Manic began to help Light to his feet. “He just kept saying the same five things in the same exact ways, and none of their threats shook him even a little.” He puffed as he began to exit the bedroom with his partner. “You sure you wanna read it over? I mean, I’m not joking, he was like robotically saying everything. He didn’t give us anything we could use.”

Giving a sigh, Light simply shook his head as he walked with him. “Some of them were not always informed of something so that one would do the act while another was just the scapegoat for the unknown assailants actions,” he said, rubbing his muzzle a bit in slight frustration. Glancing over to Manic he managed a small smile past this frustrating event. “There are other people who may know, but finding the right ones is the painstaking point.”

He sighed again. Lightwings always had it rough during the midpoint of development, n’ he knew once already that being pregnant is hard on him, though thankfully it would seem some luck was with him, as this time round wasn’t as rough so he could guess one or two pups at least. “I’m glad at least I can walk this time, compared to my last pregnancy I was stuck in bed after the fifth month then.” He gave a small chuckle. "Oh god, speaking of your other pregmancy!" Manic was clearly amused by something, given his large smile and goofy pronunciation. "So someone was looking after little Chaos, right? Uh, I don't think he really got that we were doing boring government stuff, and he's not gonna hear that we're doing an interrogation. I think he wanted to just be with people, cause-" He laughed to himself. "He said he wanted to go with his 'Shadow Dad'." Manic caught the chance for a terrible pun too late. "His Dadow, if you will? Think we should have taken him to see baby's first interrogation?" The stairs were only a story, but if Light was having trouble getting out of bed, he probably had to be escorted down. "Hey, you said you were stuck in bed after then? Uh... Like, how stuck are we talking?" He kept a close eye on every step Light made. "What if you needed to go downstairs, or something?" He shook hie head to that. “I donno for sure if that is a good idea yet,” he said as he carefully made his way down the stairs. "My last pregnancy was harder than this time round, as I know for sure I am not carrying triplets.” He chuckled a little. “It was much harder then than it is now, but I know in another month or so I may have similar issues as I did with the triplets.”

With a little help he did get to the lower floor. “Still, I wonder if there has been any news on someone trying for the opal we set a few days back?” He wondered, as he had let Manic set up a trap in the hopes of locating Scourge or someone who knew him. Manic was still grinning. "We might've gotten lucky, dude." Manic shifted his weight on his legs, sticking a slightly sassy stance. "Someone actually tried to rob that place we sent the fake opal to earlier this morning! My plan was flawless, and security caught some salamander trying to make off with it." He looked pretty proud of himself as they reached the ground floor. "I don't know if they have anything to do with Scourge, but we know the system's working!" One of Light's many advisers ran up towards the two, visibly shocked. "Your majesty," the hornet woman said, "Get back to your room immediately, you shouldn't be downstairs, the opal's just been stolen!" "We know," Manic added. "We sent them a fake, remember?" "No, not the fake one!" She was wrenching her hands together nervously. "The real opal! A fox thief knocked out the guards to the royal vault, they're probably still in the castle!" "How would anyone of learned where the real one was?” He questioned, unsure to the details of this incident. “Are the guards looking for the intruder?” Light spoke up wanting to know for sure how his guards for one fact could have been taken down so easily. "Yes, they're searching as we speak, now you need to stay out of harms way!" She attempted to usher the pair back upstairs, speaking as she motioned desperately for them to follow. "No one knows how this could have been allowed to happen. We're going to have a very thorough examination of our security measures as soon as this incident is sorted out. Why, I believe...! ... ..." Manic clutched Light's hands while the hornet rambled on about specific details that weren't important at the moment. Manic would have started to follow her up the stairs, except for the loud commotion coming from the front courtyard. It was a dumb move, but... "Just a sec." Manic rushed into one of the stare rooms, observing the scene in the yard from a safe distance. A large number of royal guards were surrounding some nondescript figure that appeared to be screaming and yelling for them to let go. The adviser deftly flew behind the two, observing the scene. "It appears that the situation has already been taken care of." But even still, the sudden theft and action only raised more questions, and the terrified look on Manic's face as he got a better look at the thief let Light know that this wasn't some random thief. “I want this thief brought in so we can find out what the devil is going on,” Light said to his adviser, then looked to Manic. “Do you know this one, Manic?” He asked, as he was nervous of how his treasury was so easily broken into by one thief. The fearful way he grunted in response gave Light a resounding 'yes'. This might have been comforting if they were going for an interrogation, but there weren't many times that Manic let his fear creep through his skin. The few other times have been from some kind of total terror. Whoever this fox was had already given the castle one jolt, and it was clear they weren't going to leave until their presence had reverberated fear through the castle occupants. ◇        ◇        ◇        ◇ "I don't- What the hell are you thinking, Alti?!"

"Altitude, Manic. Be professional and use my full name," The hornet told him. Joined by Light, members of the castle guard, and a few other intelligence specialists, the same adviser had called Manic to a government building used for high-profile investigations and interrogations barely an hour after the arrest was made. "Regardless of your past together, you know our suspect more than anyone else here possibly could. You've done exceptionally well with your training, it's time that you take on a real interrogation.”

Manic tried to present a counter argument, but kept stopping himself as soon as he opened his mouth. He couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound vile. He looked at Light, as though he was begging for him to come up with something. Light was nervous as he didn’t know what to do. “Shadow will be in there for sure, as he is still the experienced one in this detail, but what exactly are we to interrogate the fox for?” He asked. Shadow grunted slightly. “First of all, how she came across the information that the real opal was here, not to mention see what else she may know as of the tentails n’ possibly the green hedgehog you n’ Manic are looking for,” he replied to his brother n’ king. “If Manic can’t handle it on this I’ll jump in.” Manic didn't even give Altitude a chance to speak. "Yeah, we can stay out here and I can give him information. Just cause I know her doesn't mean I've gotta be in there." He reached up to his ear, pulling out a small, almost invisible device. "We'll just sit at the board. Catch." Manic tossed the earpiece towards Shadow. Despite the mostly traditional buildings around the area, there were meshes of modern technology sprinkled throughout. These facilities were much more modern than almost any other buildings in the area. Security cameras, one-way mirrors, earpieces and mics - nothing that was too fancy, but strangely modern against the more traditional country. Manic sat at the 'board', a large panel with a mic leading straight into Shadow's earpiece and a few special command buttons. He stared through the glass at the suspect, sitting casually in the heavily guarded interview room. He sighed. "We ready?" Shadow nodded a bit over the mic before he walked into the room where they kept the thief in. Light sighed slightly as he looked over to Manic. "I still don’t understand how she managed to get by so much easier than the thieves I’ve dealt with before?” He whispered to him. "Guys are always falling for her," Manic said as the small group watched Shadow approach the thief. "I guessing that those two other guys were just pawns she used." It wasn't a long walk, but the dead silence made it agonizing for Manic to watch. Shadow stood across from the suspect, who simply kept her casual stance. She wasn't one of the tentails, a normal fox, although normal here is entirely relative. The woman was exceptionally beautiful, and very striking. Black clothes, red fur, and brilliant golden eyes. "You've got a really nice set of troops," she cooed out. It almost sounded like she was trying to flirt her way out of this. "Usually, no one even notices we were there until we're over the border." Manic mumbled to himself. "God damnit, Fiona..." Light gave a confused look. “Is she really trying to flirt with my brother?” He spoke softly as he watched through to the other room. Shadow huffed his large tail twitching slightly before he looked to the female. “With the young lord I make sure it is better than what you think, thief,” he said strictly. “Now we are going to get answers out of you whether I be nice about it or I force them out.” "Pushy..." Fiona said, looking him in the eye. "The cute ones are always the coldest." "She always flirts with dudes," Manic said simply. He pushed the button to tune into Shadow's earpiece. "She hits on everyone to get their guard down. Just brush it off." "I can't give you answers without knowing any of the questions." She tapped the claws on her right hand impatiently on the table. "You already know what happened, don't you? Someone stole an opal, so I stole it right back. Isn't that all you need to know?" He looked back to the fox once more. “I’m here cause of the theft yes, but I’m sure you were not returning the opal.” He said in return. “No one knew it was even here, so how did you even come across that information?” Light glanced to Manic. “Would she have any knowledge of Scourge?” He asked him, wondering from how he seemed to know something of her would there be a chance of reducing the search of the one currently still unknown. "She'd probably know more than anyone else," Manic admitted. "A lot happened between em." Fiona just smiled and laughed. "I hope this isn't too complicated, but Chaos gems give off Chaos energy." She spoke as though she were a preschool teacher telling children the most basic concepts. "And when something gives off energy, you can follow that energy to the source. With the right equipment, of course." Before Shadow could speak again, Fiona leaned back. "Besides, that green twerp wouldn't let a chaos gem out of his sights. You think he'd really let some museum have it?" He grunted at the remark. ‘Maybe she isn’t that stupid,‘ he thought for a moment. “Well since we got that out of the way… I’m highly sure you did something to my well trained guards that were supposed to be guarding that treasury.”

Light sighed a bit. “Maybe we should have hidden the signature the opal has, but its late now,” he mumbled slightly as he looked back up.

Shadow then leaned against the wall. ”There are a few other things I’d prefer to ask,” he started off. “You wouldn’t happen to know if there was a tentail in the area of the market before or after the explosion not too long ago?” He decided to see if this single tailed female ever got close enough, since tentails were very touchy of which tailed foxes got near them. "One at a time," she said. "Do you want to know about your guards, or your market?" The look on Shadow's face told her he wanted answers for both. "Tch. I'd think the ones who didn't get knocked out would be the well trained ones." She dropped most of her saccharine tone, and thought. Could she lie and- no, he was long gone by now. "Well, if you HAVE to know, not all of your guards are on your side. I'd watch out, you might have some moles in your castle. You did make sure they were all your guards, right?" "She sent in a guy to help," Manic started, turning on the mic. "Seven guards were knocked out, the last vault guard went missing, remember?" He sighed. "One of her cronies must've stolen a suit of armor." "But bombs?" She feigned offence at the statement. "Those aren't my style. I do what's best for me. I don't have anything to get from blowing up a bunch of people. What, are you just singling me out for being a fox, too?" Manic couldn't press the button fast enough when he realized what she said. "We never told her the tentails are foxes." “No, but you may know of who did set the bomb from that. Mentioning we are sure it is a tentail n’ we never mentioned they were a fox,” he said as he looked more direct to her. “What do you know of the incident?”

Light stayed quiet as he was both curious to hear n’ unsure if she would tell. Manic was focused just as much, but more out of shock. Fiona wasn't the sort to plant bombs. She couldn't be involved, right? She left them waiting for her answer. "I know OF them." Fiona said. "I know they're some tribe of foxes. Some guy tried to hit on me and started talking about his tribe. I think he thought I'd like him just because I'm also a fox, but he wasn't even that cute. Couldn't even tell you what he looked like. Not like you... You know, you never told me your name?" "Oh- Bullshit." Manic said, exasperated. He didn't even bother turning on the mic, that was her worst lie yet. “The name is not important, what is important is if you knew what else the tentails may be up to.” He grumbled slightly knowing she was doing this on purpose.

Light sighed slightly. “Females like her are always ones I stay cautious of, no matter who they may be,” he mumbled as he rubbed his head.

Shadow crossed his arms a bit. “We have other questions for you as well.” "I don't see what else I could tell you. I've already told you about the theft, and I've confessed everything." Her tone indicated that she, in fact, hadn't confessed everything, but she brushed over that detail. "And I don't know what I could tell you about the "ten tails."  I met one at random, and told him to take a hike. What do you want to hear from me?" He leaned forward, putting on a smile and supporting her chin under folded hands. "Or are you looking for some gossip?" Someone silently entered the room, an officer carrying some kind of classified report. He handed the very first copy to the king, before passing the news around silently to intelligence experts. Manic leaned over, reading a few specific lines into the mic for Shadow. "Inspection of the stolen armor revealed strands of reddish-purple fur. Upon inspection, the length, width and shape of the strands indicate it was worn at some point by a tentail." "One of our missing armors that had been found had bits of tentail fur on it, n’ last I checked, I didn’t train any tentails, so you must know something about it.” He said to the single tailed fox. Light was uncomfortable with the idea that a tentail had been that close to him n’ he didn’t sense them. ‘This is insane,’ he thought nervously. Fiona took another pause, giving Manic time to reach over and pat his partner's back. "Don't worry, dude, you're alright," he whispered. "Based on what? You're basing this on circumstantial-" Fiona was immediately silence by Shadow's fist colliding with the metal table. The message was clear, he was done taking this garbage. Fiona slumped in her chair, and let go of some of most of her flirting. "Spotless," She finally uttered. "That's the one who got you guys, he's dark purple and very gullible. I just got these two guys to help me out. Surprised he didn't get killed, he didn't even hide his tails until he got that armor on. You can find him, he's probably in a gutter somewhere." She leaned forwards. "Like I said, he hit on me, so I got some use out of him. You've got a name and a description, are you happy, Columbo?" Sighing slightly, he spoke up. “Just one or two more? What is your current knowledge of Scourge the hedgehog?” he asked, unsure of how Manic would take to him asking her this one. Fiona was silently happy he brought up Scourge. She didn't have to talk about the extra information she let slip. "Aren't you investigating a theft?" She piped in with. "So what does a bombing have to do with anything, huh? And what does Scourge have to do with anything?" She spat out his name with the spite reserved for racial slurs. "I came here to steal a gem, and I got caught stealing that gem, why are you asking me all these-" A lightbulb could be seen going off in Fiona's head. "I'm guessing your king's royal slut's in control of everything now? He's not the innocent pretty-boy he plays himself up as, you know. He's forcing you to interrogate innocent witnesses for useless info, doesn't that tell you enough about him? You're a strong guy, now act like a man and do your job right! If you're going to ask me questions, ask me relevant questions!" Manic's finger was hovering over a button meant to send a simple, strong "no" to Shadow. Fiona leaned back, almost challenging Shadow to retort. "Scourge IS irrelevant to the theft, isn't he?" “Does that matter…” he said in a calm tone ignoring the tone she had. “You came for the opal, n’ we Know Scourge is after the same thing, so he must be involved with this somehow.” He glared a bit as he was a bit upset with her disrespect. Fiona leaned back in her seat, thinking. Yes, they were both after the same thing, and she couldn't deny that all the evidence pointed towards him being involved. So she figured the best way to pull out of this. "You want my motives, then?" She said. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you accept that Scourge has nothing to do with this?" She exhaled. "I don't know if you've heard of my business, the Carnival Nights casino and resort? Antimobius ain't a good place to run that kind of place. When everything's gone to hell, you have to take matters into your own hands. You need a lot of manpower, but if you can just used a chaos gem and warp any intruders away, you don't need half as much. We could reimburse you for that little gem, if you want." She huffed. "I sacrificed some of my own men to get that thing. I have plenty of reasons to want that back. And I don't want Scourge anywhere near me. Your whole theory's garbage, so why don't you forget about-" “How long do you intend to keep up the act of limited information?” He questioned as he could feel her energy said she knew more than she let on. He just waited to see if she would even spill much at all. Light glanced over to Manic. “So I wasn’t the only one feeling the signature in her energy that she was holding off something?” He spoke up nervous, but somewhat calm. "You don't need your powers to know that about Fiona," Manic added. "She's always lying about something. We've just gotta figure out how to force it out of her..." "I've told you everything I can tell you," Fiona lied blatantly. "Just because you don't like my answers doesn't mean that they're not true. But if you don't want to hear them, we could always end our little chat." Manic pushed the button on the mic again. "Scourge's friends would always get easier to pick apart when they got angry. Insult her and start making mistakes, see if you can make her angry and get her to spill anything." Shadow had a slight look, as he wasn’t sure how the heck he could anger a female like this one. ’Easier said than done, Manic, I don’t know much about this one to anger her,’ he thought.

Light sighed slightly as he stood up from his seat. “I think this needs to be personal n’ we should go in n’ get her to talk,” he said a slight bit agitated. Manic was trying not to say that. He didn't want to talk to her in person. But everyone seemed to agree. Shadow, Light, and Altitude all seemed to come to that conclusion on their own. He closed his eyes, straightened his back, and pressed the button on the console. "Wrap it up, Shadow. We're heading in there." But he needed just one more thing before he could even thing of talking to Fiona in person. He walked over to Altitude again. "I need a drink, Alti." "A drink?" She said, almost seeming offended by the statement. "You're going in to-" "You ain't subtle, you know." Manic said, holding one hand out like he was expecting something. "You ain't in any trouble, I'm just not going in there sober. Lemme borrow it." The hornet woman thought for a moment. She then reached into her pocket, pulling out a small metal flask and trying to hide her embarrassment. Manic unscrewed the cap, quickly threw back a gulp of whatever was inside, and handed it right back to her. It looked like Shadow was about to leave the room. "You ready, Light?" Light nodded to Manic as he glanced back to him. “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said as his advisor opened the door to head out to the room to get the answers from Fiona. Shadow walked back over to the door he had come into n’ he opened it for the young lord n’ his lover. “Maybe we may get somewhere with your help,” he said to Light n’ Manic. The guards stood at attention as the kind walked in. The two were also followed by two of the guards from the previous room. A king moving into an interrogation room was probably not the best ideas in most cases, and everyone clearly knew it. If Fiona was going to attack someone, though, it seemed Manic was the likely target. "Your majesty." Fiona said, oddly considerate enough to use Light's title. She simply glared at Manic as he walked up to the table, standing tall over Fiona as she looked up at him. "I thought you hated talking to me." "I also hate lies." Manic retorted. Fiona moved to say something, but Manic interrupted her. "EVERYTHING you've said has been a lie. Who were you with, huh? One guy, two guys? Someone you met a bar, some of your own employees? How'd you find out about what tentails are, huh? Your motives are garbage, too, we know that's a fat lie. You wanna get out of here, we need an honest answer." Manic leaned in close, his hollow threat locked and loaded. "You ain't the queen over here, you're a random asshole who cooperated with some kind of terrorist. And if you don't give us answers, I'm gonna make sure you don't get any mercy." Fiona stared up, unwavering. She knew she was essentially defeated if she didn't play her cards right. "And you're taking charge? Shouldn't your king have his questions answered first?" She still had a plan up her sleeve, but for now, she had to cooperate. "And what do you want to know, your majesty?" “Shadow has tried asking you the very questions I want to know, n’ it would seem you have not been honest to say,” Light replied slightly moody as he’d rather not be standing in this room, but he doubted otherwise he’d get his answers. “So are we going to play easier now or am I gonna have to resort to old tactics to get what I wish to know?” Fiona looked away, thinking of some way she could move things in her direction while Manic stared her down. "You slipped up and said you had two guys helping you, and we know one's a tentails." Manic started. "Should we assume your second companion was, too?"" "No," Fiona said. "I doubt you care about him, but the other helper was that salamander guy who was caught trying to rob the fake opal. HE was the fuckboy who kept hitting on me. I just needed him to take that fake opal and distract your men. He doesn't know anything, he's just some asshole." "And the tentails who was in the suit of armor?" "I told you, his name was Spotless. A dark purple and very gullible fox. Just like that... what was the guard's name? Sherwani? Whoever he was, Spotless just tied him up and took his armor a few weeks ago. Your vault guards didn't notice he was the wrong purple fox that whole time, you know. Clumsy fools." She waved her hand dismissively. "Your guard's safe. He has his whole room back at my resort, even. I'd love to give him back to you, and I'd be happy to tell you where Spotless is waiting for me..." Fiona gave Light her best flirting smile. "If you let me go, of course. Can't have any tentails knowing what he learned, can we?" “No, they cause me enough trouble as is…” Light muttered slightly as he looked to Manic for a moment. “What of Scourge though, you have yet to explain about him?” "There's nothing to explain." Fiona said. They stood around in silence, waiting for something more. Manic sighed. "Y'know, I've been reading up on Chaos gems. I know Scourge wants to find those ones specifically. We both know this ain't a coincidence. So tell me, why would you work with him again? I thought you hated him?" "I said he's not involved, didn't I?" Fiona shot back. "I need some chaos protection for my casino. This one just happens to make Scourge's job a hell of a lot harder. Maybe if I'm lucky, it'll draw him in." She glared up. "That enough, Columbo?" Manic stood over her. She didn't seem to be lying. By the sounds of it... she had no idea, either. "Why'd that be lucky? I thought you said you wanted him dead after everything that happened?" "That's right." Fiona looked to Light. "Your Majesty," she almost cooed out with another smug grin, "tell me, just how much has he told you about his old boyfriend?" He gave a slightly unsure look to her as he didn’t get what she was up to. “Does that matter to you?” He said, having sat down moments before to rest his feet n’ back a bit. Shadow huffed slightly, knowing this female must be trying to do something to stir up crazy again. "Oh, I'd say it should matter to YOU," Fiona said back. "If he's going to love you, you should know EVERTYHING about him and that old toy of his!" "Fiona, we need to know where Spotless is." Manic said back, anxiety visibly creeping up on him. Fiona never let up her sugary sweet delivery. "You know, I was left to die in a jail cell for a long, long time, and Scourge saved me. We had a very nice relationship 'til your new friend here showed up. Scourge wanted an open relationship... I didn't. And since Manic couldn't put up with me, he bungled a job, and we all got shipped off to jail! No Zone jail, actually, and it was quite literal torture!" She almost started delivering lines like a barbie doll would. "Fiona, stop!" "And when Manic hatched his genius plan to escape... Scourge knocked me out last second and Manic decided to leave the zone guards to kill me!" There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. In a moment, Manic was bent over the table, his arm extended as Fiona's body smacked against the floor, covering a new hand-shaped bruise across her cheek. Light flinched at the sudden action Manic had done. He knew it couldn't be true, it couldn’t be! But he knew it was also in the past so was there reason to ask n’ draw Manic back into his stressed, anxious ways after they have been this far along with things. “Maybe it is true, none of us are truly clean if we’ve been forced into situations that gave us no choice… I’ve had them too, but it is in the past there is no changing what had happened,” he said calmly but nervous at the same time.

Shadow sat her back up n’ sighed slightly. “You think this vixen even knows of Scourge’s current location? The way she keeps acting, she’s trying to rip us out of our cool minds n’ stir up chaos in the process…”

Light huffed slightly “Who knows, but one thing is for sure, she should not be agitating me of all people. I don’t play nice when I am forced to go back on my old ways like I did during the war…” He said none too pleased as he was having a slight mood swing as was n’ he was struggling to keep calm. Manic just backed away, horrified at what he'd just done. He listened to every word they said intently as Fiona glared him down. He eventually spoke. "Fiona." Manic said softly, wondering what on earth he could say. He knew if he made one wrong move, he would probably get killed, and he'd already made several. "I'm sure we could look passed one theft..." "I don't know where Scourge is," she reiterated. This wasn't that tone she used when she was lying. "What do you want from me? Think very carefully." "Just some information." Manic put on some more nerves, trying to find a middle ground between apologetic and serious. "We need to know everything you can tell us about the tentails. And two... we need every lead you have on Scourge. We know your men take much more drastic measures for information, you have a lot of information we don't." Fiona looked aside, thinking. Even thought it was her prior deal, she had to get more out of it. "The opal," Fiona shot back. "If I keep the opal, the king's toy doesn't get killed. That's a good deal, ain't it?" Light looked over to Manic as he knew this was his decision too. “Would that be wise?” He whispered to him, unsure of what they should do. Shadow was skeptical of the possible lie hidden n’ there could be some truth as well, he was just as unsure. "YES!" Manic yelled, clearly terrified of many thing. Fiona's threats, their own past, the possibility he had ruined everything... he was visibly terrified. "Yes, just give us the information and go! Give it to us and go, take your damn- Augh! Just keep- Keep your hands off Light, Fiona!" "Light?" She seemed skeptical of Manic's outburst. Why would he be so terrified for Light's sake? "I didn't threaten him, why are... you..." She had looked over Light as she spoke. She was starting to notice that what she thought was some kind of beer gut was curving in a slightly more serious manner. Thoughts pieced together as her mind realized fact after fact that this implied... "Spotless is a bum," Fiona said, newly calm. "He drove me up here in an old pick-up truck. It will be parked a mile out of town, on the edge of some vineyard." She twirled a key around in one finger, suddenly acting compliant wihtout her normal sass. The pregnancy news sparked something in her, it seemed. "He couldn't've driven away, he doesn't have a key." He gave a slight nod. Light looked to Shadow. "Have the men search the area. If he realizes the keys are gone he won’t stay for long n’ will try to bolt,” Light said as Shadow bowed to his little brother n’ left quickly with some guards to catch the fox. He then looked to her again. “I will admit I have my respects to Foxes, its just the tentails have given my people so much hell its hard to find trust among all of them,” he said calmly. "Of course you do," Fiona shot back. "Spotless only got a chance to hide cause Sherwani is a fox. And I suppose you'll want him back, too." "Yes." Manic shot back. "And until we get our guard back and receive your information, we're keeping you here. Understand?" "..." Fiona didn't respond immediately. "I'll need to contact my men." "You'll contact them from in here," Manic said, ushering for one of the guards to bring in a small gold-colored phone. Fiona tapped away at a furious pace, seemingly doing good on her promise. The silence of the room was unbearable. "And you're actually having his kid?" She said out of nowhere as she composed a message. "Eveything I said was true, you know. Wasn't it, MANIC?" Manic just looked away, that intense shame creeping back to him. “Yes, it must be obvious that I am,” he said leaning back a little, before glancing over to Manic. “n’ there may have been issues that he feared that caused him to do what he had done, but must such events rule how we live our lives n’ treat others?” He was unsure of most people as he himself had a poor life to start he wishes to only move on n’ make a better future for himself n’ those around him. "Yes." Fiona shot back, her voice pointed. "Yes, the way he treats people should change the way he's treated. Him and Scourge left me alone when he wanted someone else. What're you planning to do when you find him, hm?" She leaned forward. "Let him run away, maybe leave you with his kid?" She glared up at Scourge as he spoke. "With the same damage the fox king left you with." "Oh- bullshit." Manic said. "I'm loyal to Light, why would I leave him alone?" Fiona stopped typing for a moment, and closed her eyes. She changed apps in a moment. "Come here, punk. Your Majesty, if you would." She opened up a photo of a young child, maybe six years old. Light yellow fur fading to a deep crimson. He had Fiona's ears, her nose, but what stuck out the most about them was the color of their eyes, a rich emerald green and young, sharp teeth. "If you wouldn't do it to your replacement Scourge, why'd you do it to me?" Manic had no response. He looked to the photo, still unsure himself of what to say. He knows people made mistakes n’ sometimes that could haunt them for doing such. “Who was the father of this kid?” He asked just to be sure. Light was always willing to give people second chances, he was just unsure of who the child was related to. "Scourge." Fiona said. "His name's Faolán. He wants to be a dancer." She looked at the picture for a moment, before closing it again and going back to her message. "Fiona, I didn't-" "Maybe YOU didn't know," Fiona said, pointing at Manic, "but Scourge did. You both knew what I went through, and you made me live it all over again." She sneered at him, before turning away. "But if you want to put your trust in him, that's your mistake to make." Manic seemed furious, anxious, terrified. But Fiona kept speaking. "And I don't care if you hate my guts. Faolán's meeting his dad, even if you want to keep him to yourself. Got it?" Another pause. "We've been following Scourge for a while, but we couldn't find anything on him sometime... last December? What, four months?" She kept looking at her phone. "You can read most of that crap, but if you want to know, the last place we know he was was a rehab facility in Downunda." Light sighed slightly. “I can understand full well how hard it is to raise kids alone. I had done so for a time before my brother chose to help me with the triplets,” he said to Fiona, “maybe there could be a way to have that chance to all be able to live without hate… I’m willing to put this attempted theft behind me n’ maybe we could be allies?”

He knew fully well how hard it was for the kid not to see his father, his own couldn't have the chance with the fact he was dead. “I’ll be honest, he looks to be a good kid n’ they are always my soft spot.” Fiona's expression was inscrutable. Not annoyed, not surprised, but somewhere vaguely in that ballpark, perhaps? Fiona thought she could have played that card to her own advantage, not having it flipped around on her. And by the way he delivered every line, he didn't even realize just how much he'd ruined Fiona's thoughts. She tapped away at her phone in silence. "A friend's flying up some copies of the information we have. Should be here in about six hours." Manic just stood back, watching how this would play out. His involvement was only making things worse, just as he feared. "Your Majesty." Fiona uttered, some genuine emotion audible at the bottom of her voice. "I don't want any support from Manic. As soon as we know what happened to Scourge, I'll be happy to leave this country for good." "But thanks." “It don’t have to be for good ,though I can understand if you did. I do thank you for for the assistance you have given,” he replied, his ears pivoting in the direction of the door as he swore he heard yelling for a moment. His guess, Shadow found the tentail, n’ used his ring to get back with him. “You're free to go, I will not hold you any longer.” There was a stare down as Fiona stood up between her and Manic. As much as Light wished, it was clear there was a lot between these two that wasn't going to be glossed over so easily. "I'm done here. Guards?" Fiona said, trailing a few of the guards out of the other entrance to the room, leading back into the holding area of the building. And with the quick creak of the door, she was out of Manic's life once again. ◇        ◇        ◇        ◇ "I screwed that up so badly," Manic admitted. The day had been long for them both. Spotless was nowhere near as compliant as Fiona was eventually forced to be. The bits of information they could milk out of him took some deciphering, but a few small leads could begin to be formed. All they were waiting for was the arrival of Fiona's friend, outside the city area and at a large, open stretch of field. They simply arrived in Manic's van, sitting out the back doors with their legs dangling towards the ground. "I'm just- God, I'm so glad Spotless didn't talk with the tribe," he said. "It's been a while since that last attack... Do you think they're planning something?" “Who knows, but hopefully we are more prepared compared to before,” Light said as he looked over to him before he lay back a little. “Today was just another crazy day, wouldn’t you say?”

He was sure things were just starting to get crazy, n’ who knows how good or bad it could become "Let's hope that things stay good I don’t wish another war in such a short time." "They're weak, dude." Manic said. "They're the only people that still respect the fox king. Everyone's against them, we're going to be fine." He clutched Light's hand, still nervous. "I... resigned from my interrogation training." He admitted. "I hit Fiona, it's-" A deep breath. "I don't know how you're so understanding, but I feel like you're too good to me. Anyone else'd call me out on that..." He leaned over, smiling at Light. "Don't let her get to you, alright? I love you, Light. Like, intensely." He looked down at his stomach. "I just... I also love Scourge, too. I don't want to abandon either of you, okay?" He looked up at him, putting his spare hand on Light's womb. "And I'm making sure our kid's got both parents." "Controlling one's temper is not an easy one, being pregnant don’t help, yet I’ve learned that things are going to or have happened that we may or may not regret doing…but if you can learn to forgive the wrongs n’ move on, you can learn to understand. Everything eventually leads to something,” he said chuckling slightly. He smiled once more. “I’m sure things may be going in a good direction.” "I hope so," Manic said, smiling back at Light. He knew everything he was saying was true in some part of his mind, but he couldn't find the humility to accept that fact. He would have leaned over right there and kissed Light...! The sound of a distant plane growing closer drew their attention. Manic stood up and looked towards a sky. A small biplane was approaching the field. The pilot seemed to notice the two from his position int he sky, and started circling around until his plane began it's descent, rolling across most of the field until he stopped close to Manic's van. It was a snobby looking fox, maybe eighteen tops. The kidnapped royal guard was sitting next to him, clutching what looked like an external hard drive. As soon as the plane was stopped, the two started to walk out, Sherwani clearly eager to get away from the plane and towards the king. The fox boy didn't seem to care about him being royalty at all. "You the two Fiona said to meet with?" Having also looked to the machine as it landed, Light guessed this guy had been the one Fiona sent. “Yes, that is true,” he replied a bit relieved to see his guard unharmed. "Good. Everything we know's on that hard drive." He lazily motioned to the one the guard was holding. Without even a nod or a goodbye, the fox put his helmet back on, and climbed back into the cockpit of his plane. It didn't take long for the propellers to start spinning again and the plane to pull away, their brief meeting clearly more than he wanted to put up with. "Your Majesty," the guard greeted. He was clearly used to acting casually around the king, as most guards were told to. He held out the drive, offering it to neither person in particular. "Which of you...?" "I'll handle this." Manic said, taking it out of his hands. "We're heading back to the castle, the medics'll make sure you aren't hurt." But as he spoke, he only stared at the drive, even for a few moments when they broke to enter the car. It felt surreal to have this much information all of a sudden... and he knew he was leafing through it himself. Light couldn’t help but wonder what all was on that drive himself. “Think it will be an easy find or just something difficult to get into?” He asked unsure, as he was still new to tech based things. "If I can't break information out of whatever encryption she gave this, it's not real information," Manic said. "I've got hacking down pat. If Fiona didn't give us real information..." He sighed, and turned to Sherwani. "You're safe, we're gonna be fine." It wasn't a long drive back to the castle, but it was strangely final. A lot had happened in such a short span of time, and Manic was still reeling from all of it. He had what could very well be the key to finding his old lover, or a ballsy bluff. There was only one way to find out what exactly he got. It barely felt like the time had passed by the time they reached the castle and the guards started to bring Sherwani in for some kind of examination. Manic normally would have gotten immediately to hacking the information, but... "Light..." Manic leaned over and hugged Light while they entered the castle. "I don't know how the hell you trust me so much, but thank you." He held the hug silently, genuinely grateful and somewhat humbled by his actions. “What has been done in the past is done, so long as your let the future be brighter I have no problems trusting you. It's the vibes in your energy that also help me understand you a bit more too,” he said, nuzzling him gently. “I have nor real reason to not trust you.” Manic nuzzled him back, kissing Light's forehead gently. "Come on," Manic whispered, "lemme grab my laptop and we'll see what we can learn." Another stroll up to the king's chamber. "Mate, can I ask one more question?" He said as he helped his partner to the bed. "When the kid finally arrives... did you have any names in mind?" “I had one in mind,” he said as he chuckled lightly. “I had thought on it for a while, n’ Ignis seemed to stick in my head.” Light rubbed his head as he glanced to him. “It was the name of one of my ancestors whom settled out my people in this land so long ago, he even built the castle that we live in now n’ was the first of my people to call himself a Lightwing.” He then looked to Manic more direct. “But everyone’s opinion counts too.” "I was- Okay, honestly?" Manic said, already laughing at himself as he plugged in the drive. "All of the names I tried to come up with are all music things, not anything that... well, personal, dude." He picked up his laptop and started to move next to Light while he spoke. "Like, maybe Fantasia if it's a girl, maybe Fender if it's a dude? I dunno, I thought Cassio, but I ain't huge on it." He laughed. "Guess I've got a lot more to think about." The computer was still turning on, but it took the time to begin to open the driver. Manic was going to start leafing through the files while Light unwound from his day, watching his partner search for anything that could give some kind of a serious lead. Manic kept peppering his words with assurances that Fiona was wrong, not quite getting that he seemed to have moved passed that. "Well, whatever we name them, you know I'm gonna be here to make sure they're gonna be as awesome as their two dads." "...And maybe when we find him, we can make Scourge the designated cool uncle?" He was joking, but a plan was finally starting to come together. The clues would point to many facets of him that he already knew about, but every actual lead pointed him in one direction; a small rehabilitation facility in Downunda.

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☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play?

Yes! Nepeta!!!! I’ve always wanted to play her but I don’t have the confidence because I lack proper grasp of her character.

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

Ooo yes definitely. Beloved, for one, has the most amazing prose I have ever seen. I’ve learned a lot from their writing and I still aspire to someday be able to write something as breathtaking as their works. Quenive as well has spectacular writing and their stories and dialogue flow so well and j u st ohmy g od.

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

Definitely. I would say it was all of the people I’ve roleplayed with before that allowed me to develop Hal so much. The people in my old group chat definitely helped me flesh out different aspects of Hal that I could play (ie: sadist demon while still managing to be an angsty know-it-all) and the spontaneous connections on parp really helped me figure out how to play Hal in stupid situations while still keeping him ic.

♥ What’s your favorite ship with your muse?

Ha ha h a,,h,a,,,,wh ee zes

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

If anyone were actually interested in writing a poly ship with me, then yes definitely.

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?

Oh boi there are just s o  m a n y. That one godstuck au maybe. That would be fun to play out. Also the generic vampire aus I am weak for them. There’s also the au’s I’ve made that would be fun to play out but they’re difficult to explain. Merstuck au’s are also amongst the favorites to play along with dragon rider au’s I love me my fantasy genre. Whoops that was more than one but listen ok I want a lot of AU’s.

♢ What’s an AU that you think just won’t work with your muse?

Hmmm I’m not sure. I can’t think of any at the top of my head but any AU that revolves around Jake probably wouldn’t work well with Hal.

♔ What’s your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

I’m not personally a fan of them and I can’t say I see the appeal but if that’s what rocks another person’s boat then I’m not going to be the one hating on them. As of the moment I don’t have any as threads.

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

Yes!! They’re a lot of fun and I always think throwing the unexpected at my muses is the greatest thing ever. 

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Late afternoon or evening because that’s the time I’m awake and Functional and have actually thought of Creative ideas to write.

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

Maybe something based on the Renaissance period? Or the classic medieval period. Ancient Greece would also be fun to play out.

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

There are many. Just, anything that is fantasy I probably want to do it. I’ve never really tried the whole AU with the fae/faeries so perhaps that would be fun to look into.

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

Nope, he wouldn’t be interested in the actual sport. Going to see hot guys though? Definitely. I don’t generally go on a day to day basis because I understand like nothing. If a friend wanted me to go or a teacher was giving extra credit for me to then yeah I’d go.

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

I have actually never written smut so I can’t really say. I think it’d be difficult for me to having had no experience whatsoever with anything relating to smut.

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

Yes and no. Yes because I love to make my muse suffer and it’s great and fun to throw Tragic headcanons to my rp partner and to watch them suffer(not really) a well. No because,, I am a simple person,, who wants my muses to be happy,, and roleplaying angst fucking h u r t s.

☼ What’s an FC that you’re dying to use? Why?

Uhhhh???? I don’t really have one of a Real Life Person but I pretty much draw my own interpretations of Hal so? That probably counts maybe. 

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

See above.

☁ What’s an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

See also above. 

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

Napping against the window sill lulled to sleep by the gentle patter of rain falling upon the glass is how he spends a rainy day. I, on the other hand, spend it indoors on my laptop like I do every single day.

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

???????

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

Any of the robots. Literally any. I hardly ever get interactions with any of the robots it’s kind of sad.

☹ What’s a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

There aren’t any I would refuse to play with but there are some that I prefer to not interact with. This is due to the fact that either I or my muse or both dislikes the character and roleplaying with them would actually require more effort on my part.

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

There are definitely ships I would like to write for one day because I’m a sucker for that really. There are also ships I wouldn’t but I’m not going to get into that because I don’t want to be involved in The Discourse.

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread?

If a mun godmodded my character or forced their character onto mine, probably.

♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?

Mmm can’t really say I have one. All of my main muses stuck with me. I guess there were my OC’s that I used to rp with my friends but it’s not that much. I do wish that my friends and I could have lasted in rping with each other tho.

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

Assuming I have the correct definition of reblog karma, yes. It’s nice because it’s like a win win scenario. Everyone gets asks in their inbox and it’s kind of just polite y’know? Like a tip of the head “I see you like this rp meme just as I do so I’ll send you something so we both can enjoy it.”

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

Nnoot really? I have my own drawings of how I depict myself through my art if that counts.

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What’s one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

Sometimes but not really. He doesn’t listen to music for inspiration, more of to fill the gaps of silence that occasionally settle in. Gasoline definitely reminds me of Hal. Definitely.

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

I like when other people do because it’s aesthetically pleasing and it’s so nice and spiffy. I, personally, don’t like to because it’s a pain in the ass and I only have so much patience.

✆ Other than RPing, what’s a hobby of yours?

Drawing! My icon and header is drawn by me so-

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

Does Parp count? Sometimes I use cherubplay too but not too often because the people there intimidate me.

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

Romantically, probably not if you get what I’m hinting at. ;)

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

Hoooo boi you can bet on it. Let’s just say an extended encounter with a really Toxic Roleplayer And Person In General has led to me disliking basically any ship involving a certain character.

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

Hal because he’s such an asshole I love it. I don’t generally get to be mean but man with Hal I can be as petty as I want.

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

There was this once I tried to roleplay Dave and it just. It went terribly wrong I had no grasp on his character and I still don’t. Never again.

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

@timaeustestbed this one. This one @documentingsatan has also been taking up a lot of blog interaction lately too. Though they’re both the same people.

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

I do! It’s linked right on my “mun page” lmao.

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

I would like to think I do because Hal is objectively one of the worst people in the world. Though, I’ll admit I do a lot of justification for Hal’s actions from Hal’s point of view because Hal doesn’t see himself as a villain. Just a terrible person. I am also very soft on Hal and he probably acts happier than he should.

▽ Why did you create this muse?

True story but when I finished reading Homestuck I was like “shit I need to pick a character to roleplay” because that’s just what I did. I like to roleplay and Homestuck was such a large fandom that it was bound to be Fun to roleplay. There were many Failed and Subpar attempts to rp some characters on parp and I just couldn’t find a character that clicked, y’know. I tried John, Dave, Karkat, Jade, Rose, Dirk and just nope. And then. On a random spur as I scrolled through the available options in the Parp menu I saw “Lil Hal.” Of course, at the time, I only clicked it because I had thought I exhausted all other resources and if I fucked up everyone else why not fuck up this character I knew nothing about it (and I mean literally nothing about. I used to hate when Hal started talking in the comic because I thought it was so damn annoying). But surprise I was?? I was good at rping him?? People liked my shitty depiction of Hal. So I read more about Hal and how to play him and he just grew on me and here I am today.

#ask memes #ooc #this was long and ardous #anon