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independent, highly selective, canon-divergent multi-muse writing blog! specializing in hard science fiction, horror, world-building, and action/adventure. hosting characters from dead by daylight, dc comics, overwatch, mass effect, and more ! rated mature. read rules before following or interacting.

rules. 🧠 roster. ☄️ script. 🫀 plots. 🌏

crossover friendly. multi-muse friendly. duplicates friendly. OC friendly. mutuals only. time zone is UTC+10 (like australia). low activity (mostly weekends). all canon characters are primarily based on personal interpretations/portrayal expounding on canon details and worldbuilding/headcanons but ultimately set in a separate composite universe. primarily canon-divergent. storied by moony; black pasifika 🇵🇼/🇲🇵. 34 (🔞). neurodivergent. they/them, enby, AROMANTIC/ASEXUAL.

MAINS: @ujima/ @txepivaeyk/ @coolreborn/ @darkcreole, @falsedk1ng, @handspike, @goatmasks💖

* standard etiquette applies: no god-modding, no guilt trips or vague-blogging, no forced shipping. it goes without saying that this blog does not tolerate actual IRL abuse, queerphobia/transphobia, racism/colorism, sexism, fascism/colonialism, or overall bigotry. i STRONGLY discourage "paranoid reading" and bad faith interpretations of the narratives i'm developing. you don't know me like that. if you can't exercise critical thinking skills or comprehend nuance while reading then this blog isn't for you. Writer (mun) =/= fictional character (muse). do not assume things about my personality or life based on the characters I write. I am a writer (as a hobby, for fun), not a self-inserter. ** multiverse, multiship, oc friendly, duplicate friendly, etc.! but this is a highly selective (private) writing blog. very low activity + low maintenance, slow with DMs/chatting. writer is besties with the horrors and whatnot. if we're mutuals, i want to write and plot with you! i hard block & soft block liberally, mostly to clear out inactive blogs or content i don’t vibe with anymore. no biggie! non-writing or personal blogs are welcomed to follow this blog, but pls do not reblog any writing or in-character threads (with exceptions for answered asks sent by that personal blog). *** romantic shipping is not a priority on this blog. but i do love plotting & developing dynamics between two or more characters that may be platonic, familial, QPR, FWB, antagonistic/toxic, unconventional, or explorations of bdsm, etc.. i prefer slow-burn and multifaceted plots; exploring and developing our characters' relationship themes. so mutuals are always welcomed to DM me for plotting! lastly but most importantly, consent and communication needs to happen first. **** this blog focuses on the science fiction & horror genres, so ADULT THEMES will be present (and usually tagged): gore, blood, violence, murder, abuse, toxic dynamics, symbolism/allegories/nuance, etc.. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. MINORS DNI. 🔞🔞🔞 ***** call me moony! 34 yrs. black pasifika. they/them, nonbinary. aroacepan. neurodivergent. my other rp blogs are @horrorface, @alphaternal, @tagaloak & @seasmoon !

#OOC.#pinned post !

the capital city of illium boasts a decadent nightlife, asari philanthropists pooling their resources together for an unforgettable night at THE METEOR GALA, a yearly event that gathered the highest officials of asari politics, asari military, and turian military hierarchy. the gala was set in the ballroom of the tallest building in the economic district, a spiraling skyscraper that allowed a clear, perfect view of the stars above them.

the windows to the ballroom lead into a yawning balcony that spanned the circle of the spire. the walls were gilded, shimmering with shades of sunflower yellow and gold. crystals adorned the decorative themes, mirroring the shine of the night sky.

nihlus holds a glass flute. turian champagne. absentmindedly swirling its contents in his hand as he observed the crowd.

he feels like his face is bare. like he is out of his element. in spite of the decorum that @laesarus had drilled into his cognitive programming, it felt more like a performance, and less like a real state of mind.

he eyes the asari that stares at him from across the room, adorned in an electric-green dress with an open back, pretending she is still talking to her salarian husband. glancing at him. smiling at him.

he sighs. wonders if she was worth the diplomatic incident.

but his eyes wander elsewhere. ignores her entirely. searches for saren.

he finds him. a silver sword in the midst of the gold. a sleek, towering figure dressed in the traditional turian robes. black and grey. accentuating his natural physicality and strength.

he admires his mentor. he envies him. saren does not look out of place, in the throng of other military officers. captains. generals. huntresses. but only nihlus can recognize the set in saren's jaw, the mark of annoyance that the turian male is clearly internalizing for the sake of etiquette.

he is as annoyed with the party as nihlus is.

nihlus approaches him. his aura is a smile, welcoming saren into a more familiar atmosphere. their friendship was useful for such occasions. their partnership was a boon for the sociopolitical niceties that they could not entirely relate to, as soldiers. as warriors.

"i'm sorry," nihlus intervenes, addressing the group of people saren had attracted. "but i must speak with your man of the hour, immediately. SPECTRE business."

saren excuses himself with the same solemness as if this was not all a lie, an excuse to leave the growing throng of people who fawned over the infamous SPECTRE.

they escape into the balcony, the wind blowing slow and heavy over them as nihlus inhaled, spilled the rest of his champagne over the balustrade. watches it shimmer as it falls from the impossible height of the building.