List of Fandoms: Avatar (TLA or LOK), The Boys, Bridgerton, The Covenant, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare/SoapGhost, DC Comics (including Smallville), D&D/Baldur’s Gate 3, Game of Thrones, John Wick, Marvel/MCU, Mythology, The Old Guard, Percy Jackson (books), Pirates of the Caribbean, Queen of the South, Shadow & Bone/Grishaverse, Shadowhunter Chronicles (books/film), Star Wars (prequels & SWTOR only), Vampire Diaries, Versailles...I also do fandomless urban fantasy or Regency Era things.
FYI, everyone in my Mortal Instruments RPs is gonna be aged up to 21+ just so you know. I'm 21+ so writing teens feels weird.
(RULES)
I’m a multimuse account. I play mostly OCs, plus a few canons.
This is a blog for people who are 18+. I write NSFW (smut, violence, alcohol) content on occasion. I’m 25.
Triggers: AI/robots or horror/eldritch themes!
All of my muses have multiple character forms, usually one per verse. Look in their headcanon tag (linked on the muses page).
I no longer tag smut.
Please trim your posts. If not, I might still write with you, just not follow. Long, uncut posts can give me anxiety.
If you get to the point where you want to block me for some reason, please tell me. I'd like to try & talk it out. Otherwise, just LMK so I'm not thinking something bad happened to you. I'm getting tested for autism near the end of the year.
I can't interact with any other Rogue/Anna Marie's OR Eraserhead/Shota Aizawa's. I have 1 of each who I interact with & I can't imagine getting used to another. Sorry.
I frequently use "hon", "bruh", and/or "guy" to refer to people (singular or plural) in a gender-neutral way. LMK if those bother you at all.
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Here's a link that leads to all of my D&D muses specifically!
assorted tags: memes // wishlist // muses // ooc content
mobile muse list under the cut:
Jayn: heir to a vast fortune, fighter. Verses: DC Comics, Royal/Regency, Queen of the South, Grishaverse, Western. generous, creative, faithful, loving, bossy, nosy. FC: Tessa Thompson.
Naela: she just wants adventure and love. Verses: canon GoT/ASoiAF, Rhaegar Lives AU, D&D. optimistic, honest, philosophical, careless, restless. FC: Tristin Mays.
Achilles: the Hellenic/Greek hero from The Iliad (canon). Verses: Mythology, Modern, Call of Duty, D&D, X-Men/Marvel. courageous, confident, quick-tempered, protective, moody. FC: Taylor Kitsch.
Jasmine: a young woman on her own. Verses: Marvel, Shadowhunters/TSC, The Covenant, John Wick/Assassins, D&D. practical, disciplined, overcritical, perfectionist, grudging. FC: Kat Graham.
Skadi: half-Jotun, half-Asgardian. Verses: Marvel, Call of Duty, D&D. compassionate, inventive, independent, blunt, distrusting. FCs: Olga Kurylenko & Rhea Ripley.
Oraia: daughter of Poseidon and Nebet-Het, goddess. Verses: Marvel, SPN, Urban Fantasy, The Old Guard, Pirates of the Caribbean, Shadowhunters/TSC, D&D. flirtatious, easygoing, sociable, impulsive. FC: Hannah John-Kamen.
Rose: John Constantine’s space-time magician of a daughter (canon). Verses: DC Comics, The Mummy/historical, D&D. loyal, intelligent, protective, intuitive, hardworking, manipulative. FC: Antonia Thomas.
Aurelia: a Gryffindor who chose Slytherin. Verse: Harry Potter (Marauders or Golden Trio era). persuasive, amusing, loyal, protective, bossy, jealous. FC: Precious Lee.
Zehara: the daughter of a Water Tribe father and a Fire Nation Colony mother. persuasive, adventurous, adaptable, compulsive, patronizing. Verses: Avatar: TLA, D&D. FC: Jhené Aiko.
Mu Lan [穆岚]: "my duty is to my heart." Verses: Regency/Bridgerton. restless, loyal, intelligent, outspoken, kind. FC: Thaddea Graham (& Ming-Na Wen when she's older).
on request, I can play:
Fantomex (X-Men canon; FC: Warren Christie)
Renée Michele LeBeau (OC daughter of Gambit from X-Men; FC: Janel Parrish)
Rhea Livia Agresta (OC shifter niece of Alan Deaton from Teen Wolf; FC: Jessica Sula)
Lady Gotham (OC personification of Gotham City; DC Comics; FC: Death - Marvel v Capcom)
Caleb Danvers (The Covenant canon; FC: Steven Strait)
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Rocky explicitly says "so uh, when d'you know when the hug is over?" & I immediately screeched, then explained how (for me, at least), THAT IS AUTISM. Autism is not knowing WHAT THE FUCK other people are thinking & being a mix of annoyed, terrified, confused & just...feeling awkward. I never know how long hugs should last, how high my arms should go, wHY people want to hug me when they've just met me, etc. (Safe bet is hugging just below the armpits & letting them let go first so they can't say you hurt their feelings.)
also--at the end, I was like "well no wonder he chooses to stay on Erid". My mom was saying Grace did it bc he chose saving Rocky over going home, but I'm not accepting that. Yes, it's a movie about how sometimes kind people really DO win. I just mean that I don't think Grace had a hard decision. He knew he could STILL save Earth using the long-distance probes (whatever carried the Tamoeba). He was shown to be pretty lonely on Earth, w/o friends, family, or an SO. Yeah, he liked teaching, but they also mention he was at PhD level, so I'm thinking he still wasn't 100% intellectually stimulated, PLUS he's clearly shown to be a Jack Skellington-type who wants to explore & learn new things even though he's nervous about it. ALSO! The Eridians (Adrian specifically) end up making him a CUSTOM house w/his favorite environment/weather, he possibly pays NO fees, he gets to teach kids who are genuinely happy to be there*, he has a friend who cares about him as much as he does him...like?? Why would he give up a perfect life for EARTH, where there's war, corruption, capitalism, poverty...not to mention the problems that the US specifically has...?
Rocky is 100% honest, telling Grace that they've readied the Hail Mary, but FUCK NO he's not going home. I love that for him.
btw if your bestie isn't like Rocky, find a new one tbh.
GENERATE TEN HEADCANONS! * if it fits, mark Y — otherwise, mark N!
for Fantomex
-- this character speaks only in meme references - N
-- he set a library on fire & got away with it - possibly, if it helped him to escape from someone...but never "just because".
-- he has an embarrassing old DeviantArt account - Y (he appreciates visual art)
-- he isn't allowed to drink energy drinks - N (he doesn't like OR need them)
-- if the source media was a musical, he'd be confused/upset - N
-- he gets road rage - Eh (he usually is flying through the AIR)
-- he is an introvert - Eh, ambivert (& he doesn't trust most people)
-- his least favorite school subject is Gym/PE - N :)
-- he bites his nails - Y (as a last resort)
-- he cringes at his middle school yearbook photos - N (he grew up in an enclosed environment called The World where random shit tried to kill him 24/7 sooo he didn't really have middle school)
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FYI, everyone in my Mortal Instruments RPs is gonna be aged up to 21+ just so you know. adding this to my pinned. I'm 25 so writing 18+ in some scenes feels weird.
Renee & Stitch will still be kids in family/PG threads, though.
He felt like that lost boy again; unwanted, constantly living in a state of trepidation and peril. Being the source of so many people's fear, not knowing who to trust..not until Jean-Luc took him in. Even then, it took him some time to warm up to him and the others in the guild, to finally drill it into his head that he wouldn't be abandoned again. But that always stayed with him—that fear—and it was warranted. Wasn't exile the same?
Now having this thrust upon him, it brought all of those feelings back. He loathed it; he had spent years struggling to overcome them, and it only took a moment to shatter that resolve. Once he was through with his yelling, his anger, and the sickness, all he could muster now was to just cry. What sense was there in fighting his supposed nature if it would always end up like this?
Kylie speaking again gave him some insight into what his home life had been like. A father who got shitfaced on his—their—birthday. Jean-Luc wasn't the prime image of a father, but one thing he did do was celebrate with him. He questioned his methods often, but he never had to question his love for him, even if he wasn't blood.
Remy just quietly listened, getting a hold of himself before he got to the point that his breathing broke. He wiped the stray tears from his face, not allowing his emotions to muss his face further. His eyes just glassed, ruby glow dimming and the shot puffiness absent because of their void-like trait. He could only assume that the accident involved Kylie's powers, but hearing that he had gone to juvie involuntarily huffed a short laugh out of the thief. As inappropriate as it was, he couldn't help himself. Being arrested and held captive was such an insignificant experience for Remy that he'd always make a joke out of it, getting proper sleep there since he had the authorities looking over his shoulder for him. He'd always break out.
Remy sniffled, an off smirk on his lips, "Amateur..."
Better off without them due to poverty was such a bullshit answer. If Kylie was trying to get him to see their father in a better light, he was failing miserably. But the mood had gone grim again when he revealed what had happened to their mother. That they had killed her.
"You—" ugh, he had to get used to referring to themselves as a unit now, huh?
"I'm sorry 'bout maman, we ain't kill her...if she died in childbirth, it's 'cause she ain't get de right care. Dat some connerie he put in ye head?" Remy took a deep breath and sat back on his knees, finally staring back at his brother.
It would have been so easy to believe that, to have taken her life away and be left with some demonic child, like some curse. But it wasn't. They were just born mutants, like so many other children they'd come across. Just like the ones in this school.
"I got no reason t'like 'im neithe'a," not with how he was being described, "he ain't leave me 'cause he was doin' me a solid, he did it 'cause he was a coward. An' if I were ta wage'a a guess? You wouldn' be here if it was all sunshine an' rainbows back home. S'il est un salaud, appelé-le ainsi, don' pick up fuh 'im jus' 'cause he be ye père."
When Kylie first got up on the roof, he was more optimistic than not, curious about his newfound sibling. Unfortunately, it soon became clear to him that Remy had no interest in doing anything but fun at him--first by giggling about Kylie's time in juvie. Kylie had hated seeing the disappointed look on his dad's face when he got picked up, but he also hated getting into trouble for the fights he kept winning (both on the streets & in the building itself). Most of the guards weren't very kind in juvie, either, especially ones who knew that Kylie was both a repeat offender & queer. But Kylie just rolled his eyes at Remy's reaction--not everyone knew his life that well anyway.
Remy made a mistake when he decided to talk about their father: calling him a "coward" & cutting too deep. Kylie glared at his almost-carbon-copy, almost growling as he felt the anger start to build up in him.
"Hey now," he snapped, fists clenched, "Don't be talkin' about ma' Daddy like dat. He 'ad enough shit wit me, & wit losin' his wife. You dunno 'bout him, so why don' you keep 'dat sloppy mouth shut? & hey, you da' one just come crawlin' in here like a damn mutt, putain. Where's your home?"
Someone was most definitely still awake & able to hear them on the roof. They probably were judging him for cussing out his brother, but when Kylie had an opinion, he was always a stubborn asshole about it.
Anakin’s eyes slid up, his own turmoil making it harder and harder for him to feel and detect anything aside from pain and possibly weakness, his eyes and the eyes of the Jedi standing behind Rela connected. Anakin’s brow furrowed and his lips pursed, it was Jedi Master Agen Kolar. His eyes slid back to Rela’s and gave her a subtle nod before reverting his gaze back to the Master.
“I agree. Come, Rela.” Anakin was now highly alert, sensing the concern palpitating from all angles. He had to admit that he had been slacking of late, had let his guard down when he wasn’t on a mission and had let the force drop from his mind. Lately, the force had become too much for him to handle, the highs and lows were becoming his new normal. He needed help soon, he knew and yet, he hadn’t approached Obi-Wan about it. “Obi-Wan and I do not see eye to eye so much anymore. He doesn’t.. Understand me.”
They both turned and left the area, Agen staying behind as it wasn’t necessary for him to follow. Anakin chose to follow Rela, letting her lead the way in case she had a specific spot in mind. “Do you think your old Master could have helped me, Rela?”
Rela shivered, feeling the other person's eyes on her. She wasn't sure if the Force had politely confirmed that she & Anakin were lacking in privacy, or that what she felt was purely figurative. Either way--
Her blue eyes widened in shock when Anakin admitted that he & his Master were no longer getting along. Saying such a thing did not alone amount to treason, but it also wasn't something that should be said in front of Coruscanti passerby--especially since Anakin was often doing things that the Jedi Council strongly disapproved of. If he wasn't so talented & good-natured, he would've been dismissed from the Order years ago.
Rela hurried after Anakin, until it became clear to her that he expected her to lead instead. She headed for the library. It was one of the places where she felt most comfortable, & she knew which sections were least frequented by other people. If she & Anakin wanted privacy, they'd find it.
"Helped you? With what?" she asked, gently echoing her friend with genuine confusion in her voice. "I do not think you need 'help' so much as a change. You've always liked adventuring." Rela smiled & glanced back at him, before quickly focusing on the task at hand again. "Maglos & I were…close. I am not one to break rules, so he explained the Code & the freedoms it…allows for.” She blushed, purple skin taking on a darker hue. “No attachments, but relations are fine. You can go anywhere, as long as you’re helping another Jedi or investigating. The Code is…a guide, not a demand.”
Oraia hummed softly to herself, intrigued by the stranger. She had over 5000 years of memories--all available to be completely accessed if she just sat & meditated for a few minutes--but she could usually tell when she had never, ever met someone before. The socialite made her way over to the tall one with the slight smirk, admiring the confidence & ease with which he carried himself. Some at the event knew her as the bubbly art dealer, while others knew her as the Grey Queen of the New York Hellfire Club. Either way, Oraia Levantinis was sure that nothing but interesting adventures lie in store for she & the mystery man.
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"Ain't no surprise t'me dat de Waynes got skeletons in dey closet..." Remy's brows raise up high, fingers drumming against his cheek while he peered down at Jayn from the building ledge he sat upon, "Y'know, dis kinda information causes scandals...fortune-endin' scandals, if ya catch ma drift. Dat is...'less ye'd like ta make a deal? Mebbe I ditch wut I found if de pot's sweet 'nuff." // For Jayn~
Jayn hadn't heard the thief sneak over to her balcony, but she'd sensed his heartbeat once she'd reached out with her powers (it was easy to remember to do security checks when the data on her laptop screen was so boring). Rather than get into a defensive stance, she calmly got up from her bed & went to the sliding door, unlocking it to let the night air in. If her unwanted visitor tried attacking her, she could use her powers, but that was a last resort on her part.
"You're threatening to blackmail me...that's not new," Jayn said softly. Despite the cold, she refused to put pants on. Sometimes people needed to get a good look--& she'd swam in freezing cold water before, so she could handle standing there in just an oversized sweatshirt & panties. The guy was kinda cute, after all. "I might take you up on that...So, what is it that you think you know?"
If the stranger made too much noise, a very loyal ex-Special Forces puppy who loved his mommy was going to wake up & try to murder the intruder.
spice : garnish LOL
weather event / natural disaster : acid rain, maybe fog?
colour : white, black, rose gold
plant : dandelion "resilience & healing" even though people call them weeds oops
animal : white snake
weapon : dual handguns
subject / major : math & psychology / he dropped out to be an assassin*
gemstone / mineral : obsidian
make-up product : contacts
candy : ridiculously expensive white chocolate
fear: lack of freedom, losing loved ones; not being the best (previously)
method of long-distance travel : EVA (the floating AI he's bonded to) or a fighter jet
art style : anonymous political art (think Banksy)
historical period: dystopian 2070 or the French Revolution (1780s)
mythological creature: a mischievous ghost
celestial body : a white dwarf
romcom archetype : fake dating (his canon romances are SO interesting)
*he snuck into his school's trip to France & randomly sits in on classes
Jean-Phillipe Charles, also known as Fantomex, lounged on the hotel room's sofa, calmly toting one of his guns. He smiled underneath his mask, which he'd kept despite wearing neutral-colored, fairly simple civvies. "Bonjour," the man said softly, looking Remy over, "I think you 'ave something I want, yes...?"
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Growing up, Kylie had been told to watch his temper. Some even said that he was "born angry", referring to how grumpy & stubborn he'd get when he felt mistreated...& yes, that included all the times he got into fights in high school. He'd only made it into the ranks of the Army because he'd thrown himself into the middle of the war as a punishment in the first place.
He was not used to anyone being more grumpy than him (save for Logan). Kylie opened his mouth to reply to Remy's first retort, frowning when he was interrupted. Then, he actually rolled his sleeves up, preparing for a fight, but the jerk in front of him just kept talking. Kylie listened, jaw clenched as he tried & failed to keep all of the rage inside. When Remy threatened to go find his their Daddy, he almost lost it. He would've tackled the damn man off the roof if-if--
Kylie didn't expect Remy to start crying. That made him falter. & hearing French made him shiver, remembering the home he stayed so far away from. So many bittersweet memories...
He swallowed hard.
"I dunno...Daddy neva' talked 'bout Mama much. Got drunk on ma' birt'day when I was little...makes sense now, I guess." He shivered again, suddenly afraid that he'd accidentally kill his brother even though they weren't even touching. "I'm surprised he kep' me around...I made a car crash tryin' t'save my buddy as kids...den I went t'juvie...I call 'im sometime, but I'm damn lucky he pick up. I...I dunno. We didn't 'ave a whole lot growin' up. Maybe he figa you were better off not wit us."
He sniffed, tears coming to his eyes.
"We killed her, twin. We killed Mama & it was jus' him. I know dat much. Don't hate 'im, alright?" Kylie tried to yell, but his voice cracked.
