Death, the great equalizer, looms ever-present in the background. It is an unrelenting threat and a gentle promise. Everything that lives must someday die. Tread lightly and do not disturb the dead — not all who are buried rest peacefully.
Content warning: Horror and mature themes will be present. This blog includes depictions of: mental illness and trauma, alcohol and drug use, and death (intentional and accidental). This blog also includes mentions of abuse, domestic violence, and sexual assault. Religious themes and imagery frequently occur. No triggers will be tagged. Reader discretion is advised.
As memorialized by Charlie (she/her, 28) since 2011. GMT-4:00. English/Spanish.
This post was last updated on: 2025-12-03
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Basic stuff: be kind, be respectful. Mun ≠ muse, just because a muse does something questionable or even awful doesn't mean I as the writer endorse it.
I enjoy writing longer replies but I generally will match your length and don't mind so long as there's something to reply to. I enjoy using gifs, not static icons, but I can also do text-only replies. You use whatever you like, I don't mind! All I ask is that it be readable.
This blog is multiship, though I am highly selective with ships and with writing sex scenes. Additionally, I enjoy writing out interactions between characters organically, so I'd rather not assume pre-existing connections unless we've discussed it prior.
Saying this again because it's important: I won't be tagging triggers, it'd be too much to keep track of. I will however gladly discuss with you if there's topics you want to avoid/skirt over in our threads. Just let me know and I'll keep it in mind.
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A note on ill wishes - I don't fuck with bad blood. Just talk to me. An explanation is in the linked post.
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I don't use small text on my rp posts, but I made an extension for Chrome that automatically displays regular text in posts as small text. I can send you the zip file for that if you like, just let me know. I also made one (for myself, also to share) that does the opposite and makes small text bigger.
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This is a really long post detailing why Dmitry is so important to me and what I hope to achieve by writing him. Read it if you'd like to dive into more intricate plots or just if you'd like to understand him better 💜
aight i have a bunch of old drafts and i'm toying with whether to reply to those or start new. either way, gonna write slowly, so be gentle with me pls
wanted to ask y'all what you prefer re: the old drafts, generally speaking, since it's you i'm replying to. message me or reply here so i can work accordingly. thank you <3
aight i have a bunch of old drafts and i'm toying with whether to reply to those or start new. either way, gonna write slowly, so be gentle with me pls
wanted to ask y'all what you prefer re: the old drafts, generally speaking, since it's you i'm replying to. message me or reply here so i can work accordingly. thank you <3
don't forget to specify what oc(s) you're sending for for multimuses when needed!
what inspired you, or how did you come up with the name for your oc?
when making your oc, if you use a faceclaim, did you choose a faceclaim first or come up with a design before finding a faceclaim who fits?
when making your oc, did you only make them, or did you build out connective ocs/npcs for them such as family, friends, acquaintances, etc.?
if your oc has superpowers (or something similar), how did you decide what power(s) to give them? was it inspired by something?
do you prefer making original lore/fandomless ocs or fandom ocs? if your oc is an original lore/fandomless oc, do they have fandom verses? if your oc is a fandom oc, do they they have a primary fandom verse they were created for and stick to, or do you make verses for them in other fandoms?
for writers with fandom ocs or verses, do you think more about how the story/world you're putting them in shapes your oc, or do you think more about how your oc interacts with the story/world? or do you prefer to use the story/world as more of a basic building block, making your own story over it?
when shaping your oc, what inspired you—music, existing media/characters, aesthetics, tropes, things from your personal life, etc?
do you like figuring out your oc's end result/final form first, or do you like to start smaller and see where writing takes their development?
do you have a preference for oc x oc or oc x canon?
for writers with multiple ocs, do you have any noticeable trends in the ocs you make? either thematically/aesthetically, or do you stick to specific genders or ages or sexualities or body types or general designs? or do your ocs tend to be more varied?
actually my life has been kinda disaster suddenly and things are overwhelming, so i'm taking it one day at a time
i'm okay, just been focusing hard on keeping it that way
i do wanna write small things though so if you wanna do that over dm or discord, just let me know. not sure i wanna deal with the dashboard much right now, i wanna keep it really really chill low stakes for a bit and work back up to how i usually write
happy new year from madrid an hour ago because i just remembered my phone exists 💀 there's STILL fireworks happening and i had a generous amount of wine. wishing all of you the best 💜
RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.
Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.
Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.
europe was great, i even spoke french in france with french people ?? (yeah i speak french 😭) and i had loads of fun just existing in places i had no idea i would love so much. also got really sick though, happens when you're traveling in a large group </3 feeling kinda better maybe? we hope
i will be Slow, it is the holidays and my family is,,, taking me to spain again for christmas,
i keep being offline, i know. real life shit going on, i'm okay but have been busy/exhausted and dealing with writer's block. been trying to write some stuff for myself to get out of the block but it's not anything i would post here.
still available to plot and to talk ooc, here and on discord, as i am able.
except i'll be traveling internationally until the 20th of november (which has been part of what has been stressing me out lately, got everyone around me trying to plan and organize and deal with my trip for me instead of letting me do that myself, despite asking them to back off) so i will have limited time/access and i'm not bringing my laptop so everything will be mobile if i do manage to post, sorry. hanging out with my grandma is important to me 💜
so yeah, wanted to leave some form of update, i do check this blog pretty much daily, i just haven't been posting because my brain said "no <3" and didn't give me a choice unfortunately. hope y'all are well 💜
the kiss was enough to set his face alight, reddened cheeks showing just how much that it affected him. he would play coy as often as he could, but that didn't change that he adored the attention from the half - angel. something that he often felt he didn't deserve, given their holiness. they were something more pure than himself, someone that knew right from wrong. yet, he was an object of their affections quite frequently. pride for such a thing boiled beneath the surface, yet he didn't vocalize such.
being asked to show off a trick, he was more than happy to give in. wanting to prove that he was someone capable of doing so. small shows of pageantry were not above him. wanting to display his grand abilities, even if in the slightest way. leaning in towards the other, he holds his palm out for him. ❝ watch. ❞ was his response, giving it a moment for effect.
in a moment, sparks started to fly from his palm. different colors & some shapes; making little fireworks burst from his empty hand. it was a display that he knew how to do well. it didn't require much effort on his part. the magic it used was minimal, compared to some other spells that he might have done. ❝ it's really a simple trick. ❞ LOKI says, down - playing his efforts for the sake of coming off less arrogant. though, they both knew that he was absolutely absorbed in himself. he never thought there was something he was incapable of. but these ... they were a minor thing, intended to make his company happy.
Dmitry brushed a lock of messy, dyed hair —black and blue, playful, self-indulgent— behind his ear, so he could watch Loki's trick. He was well aware that this was but a small nothing compared to other things Loki could do. Gods were not people to underestimate, after all, and he was not unfamiliar with the terrible skill Loki possessed — he'd seen enough to know. Illusions and bright green displays of emotions run high were not unusual. Manipulation of mind, of objects, of space —reality itself, even time— captured his interest and oft-fatal curiosity.
He didn't dare underestimate Loki but, all the same, he instinctively reached out to touch the fireworks, as if though it would help him comprehend the magic better. Dmitry only managed to stop himself just shy of doing that, too, watching instead how the lights moved and reflected off of his own hand so close to Loki's. Delightful!
"I wonder if I could ever learn to do something like that," he thought out loud, happily resting against the other. "I have some magic, though I don't think it's anywhere near what you can do." Then, a moment's thought.
Of manipulation and trickery, though, he knew some. Although always bound by his own steadfast belief in right and wrong, Dmitry was still only half angel. Benevolent as he was, he was also deeply playful and had a little mischief about him. He had a way of seeing the world as some kind of game, and he understood how to read people, if not necessarily perfectly. It was not unusual for him to make small requests or give strategic praise in order to achieve something —like being shown colored lights of magic, or evoking a particular emotion in another— and he never meant harm. It wasn't about the end result, really. It was more about observing and discovering pieces to nudge and ways to do so. Half-angel or not, he did not consider himself that far different from Loki.
"Party tricks," he settled on saying. "Nothing major. Oh! But I can paint though. If you have a request, I could do that for you," he suggested.
It was immediately obvious that Nazir took to flattery like fish took to water - his entire demeanor, half-starved and cold to the bone or not, brightened.
"It is gorgeous! Finally, a man who understands!" He beamed, turning his hand so his newfound friend could inspect the stitching more closely. "Merillian craft, found it in this charming little boutique just outside of Varda - shimmers like scales under moonlight. One of Allah's many gifts!"
Laughed, at Dmitry's suggestion, and nodded.
"I swear, I swear, no freeze."
However, ghosts or not, Nazir was not naive enough - at least, not naive enough anymore - to not be aware of other dangers lurking in the woods. He glanced over his shoulder, grimaced, and then turned back to the other man. Suggesting:
"You take first watch, yes?"
In truth, Nazir was coming down on some real exhaustion, after his many Rastvean travels. He almost didn't wait for an answer; was already curling up as if to take a little nap right there on the dusty fur.
"I shall hope to visit Varda someday then," he grinned, letting go of the sleeve once he was done inspecting it and admiring. "There's luxurious textiles in the big city, but not here. Not many can afford them, as much as they're gorgeous, too."
Dmitry quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion, but nodded in acceptance of it. He didn't mind staying up for first watch. What worried him was whether Nazir would fall asleep during his turn later on. He could only hope the rest before then would suffice to help the faraway traveler recover his energy and strength after nearly freezing to death like that.
As Nazir fell asleep, Dmitry began singing to himself and Laika quietly to keep his mind alert. He did not possess the best voice, nor had he the most practice in the skill, but in near-silence, anyone could sing decently. The song was one from his childhood, a warning about the forest and its creatures.
As the night progressed he tended to the fire, feeding it as necessary and ensuring it did not die out.
It was almost midnight when he realized suddenly that he'd been half-asleep and was jolted fully awake by the realization. Smoldering embers remained lit as a few flames licked the lumber. Laika was sound asleep, curled up still between Nazir and Dmitry.
Something felt wrong, though.
Preferring to be cautious, Dmitry nudged Nazir awake again, gently so as to not scare him, but persistent to ensure he didn't just fall back asleep.
"Wake up, I think I heard something outside," he explained, unable to put to words what it was exactly that had bothered him about it.
"Uh..." Why in god's name does this always happen to him? Tall man stands slope-shouldered, the sort of stance that's a little too aware of how much space it's currently possessing —common enough, just as common as the lone stray wagging her woebegone tail just at Alo's knee. A mongrel, by the looks of it —soft-jowled, floppy-eared and with sagging teats. It's not that Alo doesn't feel poorly for the strays he catches on the city streets. They're worse off, in some ways, than the strays he comes across in the country. Their paws are oil-soaked and they're reeking of gasoline. It's no way for anything to live, animal or human.
So he's stuck, so to speak. Copper penny gaze glints, peering toward the stranger —beneath those heavy eyebrows and grim mouth, one might wager that Alo Hughes is looking more or less stressed out. "You know this dog?"
"This dog? No, no way," Lisbeth answers, bright green eyes tracking the animal with something between apprehension and horror. With the stray before her, it doesn't register that there's anything wrong with the situation — not with the dog's behavior, not with the hazel-eyed man. She's far too preoccupied by the idea that the canine might come towards her to really notice much of anything else. She's standing half-frozen, tense, shaken to the core.
It's not long —merely a moment, a few beats— before she drags her gaze away from the animal and the man accosted, like she just heard something that spells salvation. His footsteps are too practiced by nature to be audible to most people... but then, she's not even human, and they're his footsteps, after all.
He's not too far behind the sound. He appears from just behind the dumpster nearby, presumably having walked from out the corner behind it, and frowns momentarily as he takes in the scene.
"Ah, come on, it's just a dog. No harm," Dmitry reassures Lisbeth. Then, without half a moment's consideration, he walks towards the man and the dog. "Come," he says to the animal, offering a half-eaten hot dog. "You can have this, just leave the guy alone." Then he tosses the food several feet away, in an attempt to get the stray to give them distance.
"I thought you said you were right behind me," Lisbeth complains only half-heartedly. Her attention has drifted towards the stranger who was being ambushed by the canine, trying to piece together whether she's seen him before or not. "I'm Lisbeth," she volunteers.
okay so! yesterday was my last day at the job that was absolutely ruining me (iykyk) to the point that i wasnt even really sleeping well and everything became a mess. it's why i sort of disappeared, i apologize for that
i will be working on replies and posting those as i am able to, but please do not rush me. i will directly message you if i am dropping anything; otherwise, assume it will be replied to eventually. i rarely, if ever, drop threads (regardless of how old they are) so you can assume i'm keeping it unless otherwise specified. however, if there's something you've lost interest in and would rather i don't reply to, let me know so we can start something new instead! no hard feelings whatsoever, i just wanna make sure everybody's having fun. no point to it otherwise, after all
