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GET TO KNOW THE MUN
NAME?: H or Alex
PRONOUNS?: Any
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: Discord. As everyone can see, I haven't been on here in nearly two years. But you can always find me on discord.
MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: On here? None. On discord? David, Tartaglia, Quinn, and Saengdao.
EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: Been doing this off and on since 2005. Ew, lol, I realized that's just shy of 20 years.
BEST EXPERIENCE?: Meeting my long-term friends through all the wacky writing adventures we've had. We don't rp together anymore, but we've instead made a lot of online and offline memories, share our lives, and do all that fun gay friendship stuff.
RP PET PEEVES?: Purple prose. If you enjoy it, that's fine. My academic background just makes it difficult to see the appeal.
FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I lean towards angst. Fluff is nice, too. Smut, I'll only do if it's plot related.
PLOTS OR MEMES?: Either or. If I were to come back, I'd probably stick to memes on here, until I fully returned.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I don't have a preference. Write as much or as little as you need to in order to get the point across. Sometimes moments don't need 6 paragraphs, and other times they do. I write for the story, not counting words.
TIME TO WRITE?: When I have time and when I have the mental energy. Since I've been gone, I've been really busy with other hobbies. On discord, I try to reply within a few days or a week. I've learned at this point to never force myself to sit down and do it (I used to do that, and I would get burnt out quite frequently).
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: Some pieces of me are scattered here and there. Some characters, I have absolutely nothing in common with.
tagged by @temporalobjects (I got the email for this and was floored you remembered I exist lol; thank you)
tagging: no one since I dunno who is active
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A constant flow of patients made their way in and out of her office each day. Many were familiar faces: elderly men and women seeking advice and a gentle hand, teenagers not knowing how to stay out of trouble, and a few society would deem as ‘unsavory’ types due to addiction. Katara welcomed them all with the same love and care she would her own family. This, of course, also came with the added bonus of a mild scolding when her advice is not adhered to. One patient in particular seemed prone to receiving a heavy dose of this.
Doctor Zuni turned to face the familiar voice, her expression shifting to judgmental concern almost immediately. ‘An absolute mess’, she thought, biting back an instinctual need to interrogate him. Still within the walls of her office, Katara did her best to maintain a sense of professionalism, despite seething with frustration. “Go ahead and take a seat,” a gloved hand motioned towards the examination table before being deftly peeled from her hands. They were tossed into the trash beside the sink and replaced with a fresh pair -- ones she anticipated would be needed more so with him than past patients.
“Why have you come in today?” she asked, her tone failing to mask the bite behind her words.
ferre realizes they owe @gwyynbleidd a starter <3 | closed starter
He’s certain that loitering isn’t allowed in her office, but considering his nighttime activities ( not that she knows about it ), perhaps this should not come as a surprise. When the last patient files out of her office, it’s only then when he finally steps inside, leaning a little more on his cane than he intended to. His shoulder smarts and he can only imagine the blood seeping through his shirt, through broken stitches- which is a shame since he did actually like this shirt.
Still, he gives her a smile though labored breaths. It probably resembles more of a grimace though. “Hello. You…you wouldn’t happen to be open to treating one more patient today, would you?”
#ofgentleresolve#sobbing.#thank you so much for always being patient with me.#sorry shes all fussy lol#( katara ) / * threads .#( katara ) / * v.modern .
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mature dark fantasy multimuse OC
penned by Sage
reblogs/follows get a wee starter as a token of my eternal gratification
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MUN AND MUSE QUESTIONS ♡ ( KATARA. )
List 5 of your muse’s favourite sensations.
The feeling of ocean waves slowly burying her bare feet beneath the sand.
The taste of raw muktuk.
The sight of the moon and her reflection over any body of water.
The smell of homemade stew.
The warmth of sharing a blanket beside the fireplace.
Do they have any pet peeves?
People not taking her advice, haha! While she will genuinely get frustrated if people ask her for advice, only to do the exact opposite, it’s not so much because they didn’t listen but more so that they ended up getting hurt despite her efforts to help.
Messy eaters can also bother her. Don’t chew with your mouth open around her.
Their comfort read? (could be a book, magazine, comics, etc)
Her mother’s diary, and what’s left of her grandmother’s diary. Katara likes to keep her family close, even when thousands of miles away, and especially in regards to those who have passed. She feels their knowledge and experiences should not be forgotten and will often look to their words for comfort or guidance when feeling alone.
If the book they are reading turns out to be shit, do they push through just for the sake of finishing it, or do they move on and find something else?
Katara will absolutely push through and finish reading it with the hope that it’ll all get better eventually. If it didn’t improve, then she ends up donating it in one of those neighborhood library boxes. If you happen to be in the room while she’s forcing her way through said book, you will definitely hear her complaining every so often despite making an effort to hold it in.
Their comfort tv show / film
She loves romantic comedies or romantic period pieces. They get her that warm feeling inside and a hopeful outlook on life, even if the plot is a bit unrealistic.
A song that is currently stuck in their head? (or multiple)
About Damn Time by Lizzo, probably. She just listens to whatever is on the top 40 chart when she’s in the car. She’s still trying to figure out what genre she’s drawn to most, honestly, so her playlists can be very erratic.
The next three questions are for you. do you have anything special in common with your character.
Uhh, we’re both perfectionists in our own way. I’ve let go of it a lot more with age than she has, but it’s still there.
We both will fiercely protect the ones we love and go out of our way for them.
We can both feel a bit useless if we’re not needed.
What brings you the most joy about writing this character, right now?
Bringing a part of my childhood into adulthood along with me is always fun for me to explore, really. Plus having her modern AU creates opportunities to see how she would have experienced life through another time period, and that in itself is also fun for me (ie translating her healing abilities from water-bending into her becoming a doctor).
Who would win in a fight, you or them?
The bitch can blood-bend. Katara wins hands down.
Any advice from your muse?
“I know sometimes it hurts more to hope and it hurts more to care, but you have to promise me that you won't stop caring.”
tagged by: @ofgentleresolve (Thank you!)
tagging: @elysiumxii, @miimpii, @lunarruled, @notfrsale
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notfrsale:
Well shit, Jum wasn’t so sure about how to reply to that either. He couldn’t say the true reason why he was here. He didn’t know who that woman was, she was a complete stranger to him. Sharing such information so lightly sounded like a very bad idea given he couldn’t possibly know what were her intentions despite seeming nice.
And yet she didn’t drop that topic. She caught something, didn’t she? But for the time being, it’d be better to keep the truth to himself and make something up. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?… Right? He has worn a mask for so long while at the kingdom, he could wear one here as well until things with his disappearance quiet down and he’s probably claimed as dead (which wouldn’t be too far from the truth; the him there wasn’t truly living to in the first place). Or was it already too late to pretend in front of the woman, for she had caught him when he least expected it and before getting in character?
But her following questions made him think that it may be not too late. “I do wait for a friend of mine. He mentioned he’d come, but something might have come up.” A lie. But if he didn’t say this now, the reasons why one could be here would run short. And if he said he was waiting for someone without adding the possibility of another thing happening to keep his imaginary friend from coming, might have made the stranger stay with him to keep him company until his ‘friend’ comes that’d eventually make her realise what he said was simply not true.
"Hm,” she hummed, feigning a pensive tone. “Shame. I should think you two would have had such a wonderful time surrounded by brigands and drunkards.” Something was off. She could smell it. Spending centuries in this world meant inevitably picking up on both the pertinent and immaterial of what went on around her. The captain shifted on the barstool, one leg moving to rest across the other as a crewmate maneuvered his way through his comrades towards where the two sat.
She quirked a brow, curious as to the stern expression her first mate wore. “Sterling, surely there can’t be something so concerning to warrant a sour face like that.” The man’s eyes darted between his captain and the young man beside her, his features remaining rooted by what gossip he carried with him. Leaning in, his words left swiftly and quietly, inspiring Thalyssa’s own expression to shift. “Is that so?” she tittered, glancing over at the stranger she had been idly entertaining herself with. “Interesting.” Her closing comment was punctuated by a swift yet graceful flick of her wrist, and off Sterling went, returning to whichever nook of the tavern he had ventured away from.
“Young man,” she began, her attention clearly piqued by what had been shared, “your friend, they wouldn’t happen to be someone who has...run away from home, would they?” There was much she could do with an opportunity such as royalty escaping from behind nigh unreachable walls. A ransom, perhaps, should she get her hands on them before their pursuers -- or something more interesting than monetary gain.
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tag nine people you’d like to get to know better !
favorite color : gold (also black and red)
currently reading : sadly been way too busy to read
last series : Cyberpunk: Edgerunners (for the millionth time lol)
last movie : Blade
sweet / spicy / savoury : savory > spicy > sweet
currently working on : packing for con (and unpacking from visiting Mexico)
Tagged by: @notfrsale (thank you, boo!)
Tagging: uhhh @ofgentleresolve, @miimpii, @temporalobjects, & @lunarruled
#not gonna bother to tag this lol#i dont deserve to since im procrastinating#excited to come back next week though!!!
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“I come from Zerrikania. It is true that the people here are… quite different.” Still polite, but the falter in Eri’s tone indicated that she might share similar sentiments about the townsfolk as the dragon. Would the mention of the name cause the dragon’s demeanour to change towards her? These supreme creatures held such a high status in their secluded society, after all. She had been imagining a wise and stoic dragon king, or perhaps a stern yet gentle mentor - foolish, wasn’t she? No one had ever taught her what to do if she countered a dragon in the flesh, asides from prostrating herself and worshipping.
For a moment there were only the sounds of nature about them. The tiny hairs at the shell of her expert ear stood on end from the scurry and whistle of nocturnal animals and critters in the dense bushes. At least, with the dragon present the predators would not dare to tread too close to this bog. Carefully she lifted her face, the eager young eyes studying the countenance of the dragon for a moment. The woman was a little faint with reverence and surprise. Would she ever get a chance to ask them the myriad of questions that had occupied her mind since a tender age?
Were they teasing? In a witty and malicious way - that the scales had been dropped to lead her to sharp jaws? But weren’t dragons supposed to be… majestic creatures who did not need to use such roundabout ways for food? Her lips pursed, eyes widening slightly. “I have no plans of being eaten. Rather - I had hoped to witness the wisdom of the great dragons who had fought alongside our ancestors.”
Mention of the territory sparked further curiosity to glimmer faintly within the beast’s golden gaze. Evra should have guessed as much, however, their experience with Zerrikanians were far and few between. Much to the point they had begun to wonder if the country itself had disappeared into legend. Silence took hold of the dragon whilst they took a moment to gather their thoughts. Large muscles shifted beneath the murky water, raising Evra to a more relaxed, elevated position upon where they rested.
“Wisdom? The last few humans who made such a request to those of my kind sought only knowledge -- not the ability to wield it.” Their tone began to ring true through the low rumblings accompanying their words: a suspicious curiosity. Centuries had proved to Evra that humans were not to be trusted; that imparting the knowledge they had hoarded for their own comfort and delight was far too risky a bargain to make. Even if she hailed from lands which revered their kind, they would never forget the eternal scar left upon their heart from others of the same species as she.
The moon remained high, granting all who wandered so late its cool illumination, bright enough to compete with that of fire. It was...a beautiful night. A shame to waste it on sleep, they thought. Evra’s eyes shifted from the stars above, back down to the traveler. “Tell me then, what is it you wish to know?” The reptilian eyes of amber then narrowed, “And be mindful: should I detect so much as a whiff of deceit, you will come to see your plan to leave whole ruined.”
#temporalobjects#*dabs aggressively because its my first reply in over half a year*#( evra ) / * threads .
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I’ve come back from the dead.
(shout out to @ofgentleresolve for unknowingly giving me the last bit of encouragement I needed to do so.)
Shit got crazy busy so I’m super sorry for just disappearing without a word (let’s be real, if you’ve been following me for a while, you know it’s just what I do lol). Life has been genuinely so great to me, but I miss writing with you all so so much and need this hobby back in my life.
I really wanna give a set date for when I’ll be active again, but I also don’t want to not only put pressure on me to come back when I can’t manage it, nor make false promises. That said, monday, tuesday, and thursday (maybe. I’ve got a big tattoo piece getting finished the day prior and may be stuck in bed with tattoo flu) of this coming week, I’ll be doing my best to slowly get to replies. If you’d rather not continue the thread, you don’t have to respond to them; I understand that sometimes when a thread has been stagnant for so long, inspiration may have died along with it. There’s no pressure and I won’t be offended, pinky promise. Beyond those three days, however, I will be preoccupied with social obligations, as well as out of the country -- then going to a con immediately after getting back. This means I won’t be truly active until maybe the second week of November.
I also won’t be doing replies in order. That shit burns me out real quick, I realized. I’ll make a post announcing I’ve replied to everything I have muse for, and if you haven’t gotten something back, Tumblr either ate it or I just can’t get muse. As always, starting something new is always on the table.
#( ooc ) / * announcements .#my crazy ass has been riding motorcycles#getting big ass tattoos#and smacking a lot of tush (platonically)
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Funny thing is, the past two months, I’ve been itching to come back here. I dare say, this may be motivation enough for me to do exactly that.
Seriously, this was genuinely so sweet of you. Thank you so much for sticking with me despite my frequent absences! I’m hoping to be popping up on your dash more often soon!
it is midnight for me, but sometimes i think about ppl i love seeing on my dash and i’m like ‘bruh…i miss @gwyynbleidd‘ what a great person to see on mi dash ALWAYS :’D
#ofgentleresolve#and im doing wonderful thank you so much!!!!#ive just been unbearably busy.#but in the best way lol#I MISS YOU YOU LOVELY HUMAN!#( ooc ) / * keepsakes .
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(Random pick! Daehyun & Evelynn) Daehyun's lungs burn as he falls against the damp alley wall, barely illuminated by the yellow glow from a feeble street light overhead, frantic eyes continue to search up and down the quiet, small street - waiting to hear the tell-tale sound of footsteps following him. He'd run, oh boy had he run. Weak on an empty stomach he had still sprinted like his life depended on it, because right now, it probably did. He'd stopped only when his body was screaming at him to and now he waits to see if he'd gotten far enough away, or if she was playing games with her food...
Half the fun was in the hunt.
The shadows welcomed her, asked to be made part of the pursuit of her prey. They were one in the same, Evelynn and the darkness threatening to engulf the alley -- and all within. Tempting as it was to melt into the very walls he stumbled between, the demon instead slipped into a familiar pool of sadism, thin heels clicking rhythmically against the damp asphalt. Maintaining a steady pace, her ears perked at the sound of heavy, strained breaths. He was close.
A habitual swipe of her tongue passed over lips painted a shade of deep wine. Her human form pressed on, senses titillated by the scent of fear wafting from her prey. In, she drew a deep breath, shoulders rolling back with conceit. She had him.
Yet she would not strike.
Hands behind her back, her hips swayed from side to side with each resolute, taunting step. The gold hue of her eyes grew bright within the darkness, hungry and fixed upon him. "Now, now, why are you running?," came a sultry coo from between pursed tiers. "Surely you understand it's a waste of your energy, no?"
#elysiumxii#oooo boi am i rusty lol#thank you for taking the time to send this in!#( evelynn ) / * threads .#verse tbd
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ofgentleresolve
“Trust me, I don’t have any plans on that end.” Fighting, even in a quote-on-quote more ‘sanitary area’ is certainly not her cup of tea. That and even if she hasn’t necessarily fought anyone the way Draken and his crew have ( Ba Ngoai would skin her alive if that ever became a reality ), violence is not something she’d want to be familiar with again. There are other, WORSE KINDS of violence to endure, anyways. But that’s a story for another day, another time, perhaps, when Draken isn’t nearly as stressed.
And when Mana feels she can trust him, completely, although who knows if that day will ever come? It took Calum nearly four years to get past that wall. And even Daniel, it took him about a year. Everyone has a secret or two to hide. And if she happens to hear them, who else is she supposed to tell? The books? The shelves? There’s a reason she’s found relief in such a place to the point of making it her job to maintain said space. She snorts. “Troublemakers; can’t help but love them even if they make your life more difficult, huh?” But then again, that’s all human beings- she certainly is no walk in the park to deal with on the daily. Also, she can’t imagine Draken being the kind of person to abandon his fellow underlings ( although they can wait an hour or two for now ).
Mana doesn’t lean forward in interest, but she doesn’t lean back either. Something’s on Draken’s mind, it seems. “What’s that supposed to mean? I spend most of my time cooped up in a tiny library with barely any sunlight coming through. So you can imagine I don’t usually get news from the OUTSIDE WORLD. You’ll have to be more specific than that.”
Imagining Mana with her fists at the ready, careening towards another’s face, brought forth a slight chuckle. Draken was all for women using violence to defend themselves, whoever, that didn’t change the fact he was relieved to hear she wasn’t actively in harms way. The small smile her comment had elicited now gradually disappeared, his lips settling back into the stern frown that was so often associated with his visage.
“You’re not wrong,” he agreed dryly, his thoughts consistently gravitating towards an underlying concern he had yet to vocalize outside of his inner-most circle of trusted confidants. The more they spoke of the misfit recruits having gotten themselves literally wrapped up between urinals, the deeper into his mind Draken seemed to sink. Thoughts of the past, what the gang he helped run used to be, they all came forward at a great speed. The shelves, the books they held -- even Mana felt to have fallen away in his peripherals, giving in to the past and the bittersweet nostalgia it brought.
His thoughts remained unspoken for a moment, pensive hues simply staring idly at the library’s ceiling. In the back of his mind, he noted a few cobwebs and strange stains he assumed to have formed from past water damage. There was always a paradox of silence he felt right before confessing whatever was on his mind. The act itself, regardless of the content of the conversation, provided both ease and anxiety. There was no telling what would follow after getting things off his chest.
“Toman,” Draken began, choosing his words rather carefully, cautious of possible eavesdroppers lurking about between quiet aisles. “We started off as a biker gang back as kids. Getting into scrapes and taking care of each other after the fact was half the fun.” His found family; the only family he had. Fuck, did it pain him to see how much had changed since then. “The Toman we have now, this Yakuza level fuckary going on, it’s not what this was supposed to be.” He had tried his best to preserve what once was but...their leader, his best friend -- saying things had ‘changed’ didn’t quite cover it.
“If your family was corrupted by a single member, destroying itself from the inside out, what would you do, Mana?”
#ofgentleresolve#( draken ) / * v.main .#( draken ) / * threads .#hello!#its my monthly reply to a thread lmao#congrats on the (temp) job btw!!!#idk why it got long lol sorry
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lagda
The human before her was a peculiar one, because of all the reactions she’d gotten from revealing herself to mortal beings, a smirk was certainly a first. Were they looking down on her? Did they think that she was of their kin because of her (admittedly) deceptive appearance? Or were they bluffing? The possibilities seemed endless, so despite her instinctive reaction of “do now and ask questions later,” Hyorin calmed herself.
Brown eyes were still trained on the machinery on the ground, and a hand reached out as she lightly traced slim fingers against what she assumed to be metal. Hyorin lived happily with no form of electricity at all; and although she would scowl at some of the technological advances men made, the diwata couldn’t help but admit that she did get curious at times. Plus, it was amazing (although she’d never admit it out loud) that they had a small thingamajig that she assumed essentially helped them make the first step to rescue the very earth she herself was also trying to save.
Flicking her gaze back to the other, the brunette stood up and made a small motion with her hand, silently thanking the trees that the roots came from and telling them that she did not need her assistance (for now). “There is,” she replied firmly. “They’ve told me all about the chemical waste that they’ve unknowingly absorbed because of the liquids a manufacturing plant nearby has been excreting.”
She waved her hand to the tall oaks surrounding them, making it clear who ‘they’ are. “You are human, yes?” she clarified. “If so, you will tell me about the facility nearby as well as how to put an end to their actions.”
Senku watched quietly as the woman examined the centrifuge. While his life very well may have still been at risk, he found her perceived curiosity to be a good sign. At the very least, he was certain her initial response to him was out of a sense of duty. The passionate way in which she had spoken of their surroundings was a single clue he could place this shaky hypothesis upon. On the off chance he were incorrect, and she was simply not in her right mind, well, the frail scientist would be sure not to make any sudden movements. Better safe than mortally wounded, he thought.
What puzzled him most, were the wooden prison she had used to hold him in place. To see them yet again respond to such simple hand gesture only served to baffle him further. Query after query ran through his mind regarding what exactly he was experiencing. Yet, blurting them out one after the other would do no good. God forbid he make her feel as if she were the one under suspicion, whilst it were him who had possibly trespassed.
Once freed by the roots, Senku gave his wrists a habitual rub. Gentle as the grip of his restraints had been, the foreign sensation of them around his limbs lingered. “They?” her explanation gave him pause, confusion briefly settling onto his features as he followed the woman’s gesture. “Ah -- ‘they’ are the plants, I’m assuming.” Should he play along with her game? Or had she done her own experiments and merely spoke of her findings in a peculiar way? Even so...how the hell did she get the trees to move in time with her direction yet again?
Oh, the influx of questions nearly had his head spinning. Grounding himself in the present quickly became his next course of action. Much to his surprise, she had presented her own questions that very easily brought him back to Earth. “Last time I checked, yeah, I’m human.” Was she not? Senku’s hiked brow began to ache, having been plastered in place for far too long. He knelt down beside the machine still holding the results of his test, taking a moment to glance up at her from the damp ground.
“All I know about the company is that they produce a whole lotta waste and claim that they dispose of it ethically. Obviously, that’s not true, which is why I was asked to come here. As for ‘putting an end to their actions’,” a heavy sigh fell from his lips at the mere thought of bringing any evidence to court and testifying against such a large conglomerate. “Typically we would bring proof of contamination into a court of law, where it’s up to the judge and jury to decide whether or not the company is at fault. Unfortunately, those that are suing don’t have nearly enough monetary sway as they would need in order to win. That said, I’m hoping to gather enough evidence to at least put up a fight that doesn’t involved blowing up the factory in question.”
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Fear had become white noise to him. Simple background chatter Mikey heard, but no longer registered the words of. It stung, seeing Alex; part of his past he desperately ached to return to but refused to acknowledge, killing it each time it resurrected in what few dreams he had. Her voice reached him as salt on a fresh wound, reopened with each quiet step he made towards her. Already, he could feel the tips of his fingers twitch, squeezing the trigger of a gun he had yet to remove from his back pocket.
A looming mist of nostalgia surrounded her in his eyes, made his vision cloud and his chest ache. Mikey’s feet came to a stop. He stared in her direction, eyes dark, void of what vibrate life he once carried the last time he had seen her. They were both different since then, it seemed. Shifting, he seated himself upon a wooden crate, its contents unknown and irrelevant to him. Onyx hues reflected the image of his childhood friend, bound and battered, sitting but a few feet from him. She had a new family now, apparently. He hadn’t looked into the details Kakucho had provided him with. Knowing she had moved on to another life without him was more than enough to order her brought to him.
If there were reasons, an explanation as to why she had left him so suddenly all those years ago, Mikey wanted to hear it from her.
He broke his silence, voice as dull as his gaze. “Why aren’t you close to him, Alex?” Living with a whirlwind of pain, confusion, and impulses he had given himself completely to, the Bonten leader had mastered donning a mask of indifference. Even now, as his nerves gently shook throughout his limbs, so close to attaining the answers he longed for, Mikey’s pale features failed to betray so much as a subtle hint to the thought of her betrayal sinking its teeth into his heart.
closed starter for @gwyynbleidd (alex & mikey)
Alex groaned as she finally came to, a hand trying to automatically press itself against her temple in a feeble attempt to get rid of her raging headache. Except, a frayed piece of rope wrapped around her wrists seemed to be limiting much of her movement. The tight blindfold placed around her eyes certainly didn’t help either. Muttering a curse under her breath, the brunette tried shifting her legs only to realize that her ankles were also bound. Hissing at the predicament she found herself in, the political science student tried to remember what she was doing before essentially getting abducted.
The last thing she remembered was walking from her last class to where she was usually picked up by their driver. Her posh life now was a stark contrast to the one she lived before her adoption. Gone were the days of roaming the streets with her brothers (ones that she chose, not the one she was forced to consider as one), simply living life and helping each other out in any way they can. Sure, they had gotten into fights (they usually tried their best to put her out of harm’s way, but Alex was a scrappy little thing), but it was a good life. A sharp throb to her temple made her hiss, face contorting into a wince as she was unneededly reminded of the danger she was in.
For a second, she recalled someone who eerily looked like Sanzu, flashing her a grin from the driver’s seat as he turned to say hi. Her last thought was a panicked ‘What the fuck?!’ before a hand reached out from her seat and placed a rag over her nose and mouth. She had registered the sweet-smelling liquid as chloroform before everything slowly faded to black.
Shifting in her seat, the political science student couldn’t help but think that although helpful, the memory certainly didn’t explain the cuts that littered her arms and legs. “Hello?” she called out in a shaky voice. Technically, Alex knew how to fight because of her years in Toman, but even she could admit that anything physical wasn’t her forte. “If you’re looking for information on Steven, then I gotta tell you. My older brother and I aren’t exactly close, so I’m pretty sure you chose the wrong person to kidnap.”
#lagda#its perfect#thank you 😭#this is so exciting!#again sorry it took me ages!#( mikey ) / * threads .#( mikey ) / * v.bonten .
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Frustration had stiffened Lannan’s frame, keeping the large man tense and on edge. All he had been asked to do was visit Dubai, acting as a messenger for Naomi. She had made it sound so simple, an easy excuse for him to extend the trip and turn it into a mini vacation -- one he personally felt he deserved.
Face in his hands, he could only hear the man approach his side, footsteps crunching overtop stray dustings of sand. Lifting his head, Lannan eyed the bottle of water in his peripherals. A silent nod of ‘thanks’ was given as he accepted the item, the sight of it suddenly reminding him of how parched he had become sitting alone on the steps, lost in thought.
“Are you kidding?” came a dry scoff, prefacing a wry smirk he nearly had to force. “This is exactly the vacation I’d been dreaming of.”
"Keep ya chin up, big guy."
Lugo sits down next to the man, at the edge of a set of steps. Dubai is in ruins and it's taking a while longer to get the citizens out than they'd have liked. This one doesn't have the look of a native Emirati, though. Visiting the city at exactly the wrong time, maybe? He had to have been here a long while. Lugo can imagine he must be feeling a bit homesick.
It's not much he can pass the man in the water bottle, what with everything having been rationed down to the bones, but he passes it to the man nonetheless.
"Not doing so hot?"
@gwyynbleidd
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Recently got over the flu (because fuck me, I guess), and honestly haven’t even been home for the bulk of the past few weeks. I was hoping to do some drafts the other day, but it seems like my schedule keeps booking itself up or my body shuts down. I’m going to try and be here in the evening today, but there’s no promises since I plan to visit my dad and that tends to be an all day event.
Making time for rp is becoming increasingly difficult and I’m real sorry I’ve been struggling so much with maintaining somewhat constant activity here. I pinky promise I haven’t forgotten about any of our threads or starters, and am still very excited to get to them.
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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles . )
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face .
∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork .
∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap .
∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music .
∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare .
∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital .
∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them .
∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night .
∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver .
∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver .
∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair .
∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance .
∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver .
∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap .
∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room .
∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them .
∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together .
∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured .
∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap .
∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact .
∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat .
∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] .
∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes .
∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver .
∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver .
∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] .
∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes .
∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow .
∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] .
∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders .
∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms .
∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger .
∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task .
∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be .
∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep .
∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver .
∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver .
∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower .
∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver .
∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] .
∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s .
∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced .
∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table .
∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver .
∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] .
∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way .
∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver .
∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room .
∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning .
∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s .
∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] .
∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver .
∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar .
∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath .
∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night .
∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back .
∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver .
∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver .
∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up .
∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .
∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms .
∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument .
∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed .
∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup .
∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat .
∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver .
∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face .
∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving .
∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver .
∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave .
∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver .
∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game .
∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight .
∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick .
∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike .
∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things .
∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television .
∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver .
∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them .
∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together .
∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair .
∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck .
∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver .
∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring .
∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair .
∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat .
∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told .
∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver .
∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air .
∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound .
∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry .
∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door .
∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down .
∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap .
∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face .
∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger .
∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out .
∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior .
∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver .
∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
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MANA
For a place that is meant for book lovers and readers first, the library certainly attracts an eclectic set of personalities- it’s not like she’s expecting a leader like Draken to find refuge here, especially during her shift. But then again, she wasn’t expecting the Bird Man to find refuge here either. Either way, the library will still stand by its open-door policy: all who enter are welcomed.
( Even if she is a little relieved it’s just Draken today. He’s the most well-behaved of the eclectic group that somehow made itself at home in the library and for all the ways she might appreciate the TROUBLEMAKERS, Draken’s composure is…reassuring. A necessary breather amid the frenzy. )
She raises a brow. “Really now? I suppose that would come from first-hand experience- although seriously, public bathrooms are gross. If I have to fight, I’d at least want it somewhere not close to someone else’s pee.” And then she looks up, contemplating. That is a good question- what would she do in his place? “Probably what you’re doing right now. The fight’s already done so it’s not like you could’ve stopped them from picking it in the first place. You’d never be bored as long as they’re around, are you? They’re a lively bunch- it’s a nice change from the quiet once in a while.”
A simple simper tugged at his lips. Mana was right; he did know from experience but, did she know that? The thought gave him cause for concern, of which he readily masked with neutrality relaxing its way across his face once more. Confirmation of what quite possibly was a mere jest was withheld, the more amusing half of her response being easier to acknowledge for the gangster.
“I’m not encouraging you try it out for yourself but, when you’re in the heat of the moment, you don’t notice the piss and shit until it’s all said and done.” Draken hadn’t seen such a sight since his days as a delinquent -- the very beginnings of Toman. The near decade between now and then made sharing this past experience far simpler to utilize for lighthearted banter, and helped to cast his worries aside. Mana had allowed him, and those that followed, to find reprieve within the library walls. The least he could to was attempt to make her feel safe and comfortable in his company.
It takes him a moment or two to digest what followed. He was unsure if her agreeing with his course of action surprised him, or if it gave him a sense of relief. Hearing that someone outside of his world found his reasoning to be sound provided gentle reassurance. Many things had changed as of late. So much so that he had recently begun to question if he had lost himself amongst all the chaos. “True, I’m rarely bored with them around,” yet he missed the occasional quiet. Draken was a very simple man; he enjoyed fights and being with those he regarded as family. Toman.
“Things aren’t how they used to be, Mana.” His brows inched toward one another, just as carefully as he found himself treading these days. How much could he tell her? The politics, his best friend, the corruption that grew around him? Was now really the time for him to test just how safe he was with her?
#ofgentleresolve#( draken ) / * threads .#( draken ) / * v.main .#i feel the same way!#looking forward to seeing what they get into#aha im with mana on this one. patience would be out the window.#also i hope this makes sense?#( queue ) / * afk .
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