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best way to get a starter is to send a prompt or two. force-shipping through memes is okay, i'm really not that pressed about it and if we're mutuals that means i'm happy to write with you, romance or not.

my memory isn't always great so if you see me messing up canon, please look away.

i tag triggering stuff with 'trigger /', if it's really bad i use 'dead dove do not eat /' as well. however be aware that mature and explicit themes will appear. i obviously don't condone any of it

on request muses. always happy to write them <3

this author's favorite character of all time:

ishtar atta isil: multiverse, bisexual, she/they. @cuntlike

baldur's gate 3.

astarion ancunín, he/him

gale dekarios, he/him

shadowheart, she/her

remy wedledle, she/they, vampire spawn and your favorite loser bard

shaki, she/her, vampire spawn and the shade's warlock

karzaen orr'nàth, she/her, cleric of talos

fantasy. (with baldur's gate 3 verses available)

jaskier, dandelion, the witcher 3, he/him

palamedes sextus, the locked tomb, he/him

alina starkova, grishaverse, she/they

nikolai lantsov, grishaverse, he/him

magical realism.

adam parrish, the raven cycle, he/him

ronan lynch, the raven cycle, he/him

orla sargent, the raven cycle, she/her

bela talbot, supernatural, she/her

dean winchester, supernatural, he/him

claire novak, supernatural, she/her

castiel, supernatural, he/they

claudia de pointe du lac, the vampire chronicles, she/her

daniel molloy, the vampire chronicles, he/him

henrike bane, she/her, the superheroes' therapist

emerson seo, he/him, post time loop

dante zeni, he/him, living past your myth (failure)

henri madera, he/him, living past your myth (success)

kamakshi metha, she/they/it, the alien meatsuit

yvonne lefurgey, she/her, the gévaudan beast

ceri sokolova, she/they, papa's living dead girl

horror.

lee harker, longlegs, they/them

mikayla reid, dead by daylight, she/they

misty quigley, yellowjackets, she/her

shauna shipman, yellowjackets, she/her

cyberpunk 2077.

panam palmer, she/her

vivienne 'v' allard, she/her, corpo robot bitch

valentina 'v' ricci, they/them, the streets' disco ball

varvara 'v' moroz, she/they, the bakkers' gh0sts

modern.

spencer reid, criminal minds, he/him

helen norville, the newsreader, she/her

ilya rozanov, heated rivalry, he/him

shane hollander, heated rivalry, he/him

rose landry, heated rivalry, she/her

henrike's sets of morals is pretty fucked up, but i think the closest equivalent would be a land ethic. meaning, she has a pretty biocentric way of thinking about the world & does not place men above everything else. she does think she has a place above mankind, due to her powers & the facility with which she can read and understand people. men have lost their magic, in some way, and that is why she doesn't place herself in the same category as them. however, in general, she thinks all lives are valuable because they present something unique. animals & nature must be protected at all costs because they belong to the biotic community & are valuable by themselves, but the fact that we have an interdependent relationship with them makes them even more necessary. also, to her, animals & plants are more perfect than the random human individual because they don't dysfunction. (she sees mental ilnesses as a dysfunction of the self, which led to her obsession with medicine/psychology, and her choice to become a psychiatrist/therapist)

although her enjoyment of the expriment, she has been informed, is not important to the potion-making, she still thinks it's too boring an activity. (emily said it the way she says everything else, which means magda isn't very inclined to believe her. or to listen, in general) "you know it won't do whatever you want it to do, right?" she sneers, but magdalene (the girl whose face she stole) looks cute and it's full of baby fat still, so the effect's all wrong. "we could make a deal. i'd get you real bones, and not… whatever travesty you found at the market." approaching a finger to the cauldron, she presses against the burning metal until the whole room smells like burnt flesh. then, and only then, does she take it back, watching as the wound licks itself clean. fun!

adam didn't know what made him angry, only that it did.

maybe it was the sight of the single bed, its ridiculous size, the fact that even if adam were to take it, the whole of his body wouldn't even fit inside. he'd have to hunch on himself, small, the way he did at the trailer; waiting for something bad to happen. waiting for the world to be cruel, and loud.

or maybe adam was angry because he had seen gansey look at the place; the way he had catalogued every piece of furniture, deciding then and there that he'd take the floor, because he was the best person adam knew, and also an asshole who didn't understand a thing about the real world. gansey had not even had to say it: adam had taken one look at his eyes, behind the glasses (before he'd gotten rid of them), at the line of mouth, the way it gets hard when he's pondering a problem and its solution, one look at the whole of gansey, and adam knew.

maybe he was just angry because the receipts kept spilling from his pockets, and there was nothing he could do about the numbers, or the fact that his meagre savings wouldn't be enough at all. he had tried. that was the thing, the real problem at the very bottom of this lake of anger: he was trying so very hard to do it right, and it wasn't enough, because adam parrish was born adam parrish, and there was no amount of working and saving and working and saving that would change the fact that he was owed nothing more than a shitty room on the side of the highway, with richard gansey the third standing beside him, looking tall and regal, offering to sleep on the ground like it was nothing more than a fun adventure he could recount later.

she can still feel the weight of shar' spear in her hand; the chilling cold sinking into her skin, her hold on the weapon so strong her fingertips had turned white. everything had felt cold, that eternal night. even now, days after the fact, no longer lost to the shadowlands, she isn't sure she has actually left lady shar's domain; the cold is still there, under flesh, waiting to sink its teeth deeper in... oh so desperate to reach bone. cold, no matter how warm the fire. no matter the gentle accolades, and the supportive looks of her companions.

vax's addition to the mix isn't exactly welcome, but it could be that shadowheart stole his spot... after all, isn't that what birds like? somewhere tall where standing still feels like flying. not that she's in the mood to joke about his own black-feathered burden.

the annoying thing about ronan lynch was that his moods relied entirely on the rest of the world: when everyone else was calm, he was angry. it didn't matter that there was little to be angry about in the moment, he would find a reason and grind his teeth on it without break. life was a terrible thing for a dreamer to experience, nightmares in every little nook of the world. it was easy enough to be angry about them, to be frustrated at existence's constant failing at being magical.

but when everyone else was angry… there, the strangest thing happened: ronan's voice turned pacific, and his mood seemed entirely peaceful. it was annoying beyond measure, though it made it easy to predict him. he was, strangely enough, the most predictable lynch brother.