you are a force of nature.

indie keiko miura. loved by aviva.

[chasingtitans]

independent keiko miura from monarch: legacy of monsters. low-mid activity. loved by aviva ( 25+, she/any ). CARRD.

verses include: baldur's gate 3, bridgerton, dead boy detectives, fallout, once upon a time, & more. always open to creating new ones!

[decayingscript]

you  want  to  write  verses  with  my  muses  but  don't  have  a  set  verse?  you're  wondering  about  how  to  make  muses  fit  together?  here's  a  fun  tip:   just  isekai  them.  throw  them  into  each  other's  worlds.  develop  them  there,  exactly  as  they  are from their source!  you  don't  need  to  think  of  a  backstory,  an  idea,  a  vibe ( at least not right away!!! ).  isekai  happens  for  the  stupidest  reasons,  and  you  can  do  it  too!  it  doesn't  have  to  make  sense  to  everyone else  if  it  makes  senses  to  you  and  is  fun!!

[livedtough]

He can't exactly say what it is that's made him so focused on this promise he's made to her. Or, rather, he can say with perfect certainty, but he is in no rush to do so. There's been enough said, and he isn't in the mood to be chastised. Only, he's become of the opinion that a man can be made to do just about anything when being asked to do so under the weight of ghosts. And this from a man who holds no belief in the phantasmal. He does, however believe very much in the power of memory.

And so with the ghosts of his father's life and his mother's agony weighing on his shoulders, he is here. Which is not to say that it wasn't his choice, that, at the end of the day, his desire to help her is genuine. It is his. He is...rather sure that it is his. Which does bring him back to not being terribly interested in prodding this too much. He has no interest in uncovering something he'd rather not deal with.

He has enough to deal with. The estate has not been left in shambles, but Anthony is no stranger to what a sudden passing can do to one's estate. That, too, is a ghost that haunts him. The ghosts of a boy's fear. He had been nearly twenty, hardly a child, but a boy for all intents and purposes. A boy made, in a moment, to be a man. And he had been raised for this. He cannot imagine how she must feel. Which is why he's been patient, why he has taken the steps with her rather than for her. Even if he does need to be reminded, and even if it does irritate him every time. She's right, he has to admit, which soothes the irritation. He's not here to be her accountant. He's here to be her teacher.

As much as he appreciates the privacy, he hardly notices the absence of servants. It's probably more to do with how used to their presence he is than he might like, so that he does not notice they're gone, but he's sure it is also to do with just how much there is to do. He does notice, though, quite suddenly, as she brings him downstairs to eat. He had understood the plan, of course, and it's hardly that he's nervous, but it does seem like entering another world, and one that certainly does not belong to him at that.

Keiko is not alone is feeling like a child. Anthony has visited the downstairs of the Bridgerton house on occasion throughout the years, though usually in the dead of night, and not when he has been in a good mood. Better memories, the ones that come to him now, are of being a child, of being scolded by the chef as he tries to swipe something sweet. It's a good memory. As an adult, though, here and now, there's a discomfort. This is not his place. The presence of her son and the warmth that passes between them is enough to prove that regardless of whether they're upstairs or down.

He tries to control himself, to not seem too foolish, but he cannot fully hide the expression of caution that he wears, the feeling that he does not belong here--this time not meaning with her and her son, but the kitchen. The Viscount does not visit the kitchen, not without some business. He feels...stripped. Helping her, he is the Viscount. Here...he is Anthony.

And she catches him on it. Of course she does. She's terribly clever, this one. His eyes move to hers, eyebrows raise, and his hands fold behind his back. It's the Viscount's defensive posture, and it probably doesn't help him at all. "Of course I have." The tone isn't defensive, because he does know. He knows how this looks. He'll refrain from mentioning how much of a mystery every single appliance in the room is. "On occasion."

[chasingtitans]

"Of course," Keiko echoes. The words are, of course, merely indulgent; Anthony's response has done nothing at all to wipe even the slightest trace of amusement from her expression. Catching his eye above Hiroshi's head, she inclines her head towards the table, brows raising back in kind. "Go on, then."

Quickly, then, her attention gravitates back to her son. For all the freedoms it has afforded her, the worst part of having to fill her late husband's shoes is how often that has left her boy behind. Some days, Keiko wishes she could split herself in half, make the mother and the woman two separate beings entirely: Become both the person she should be for Hiroshi's sake, and the one she could be had she been born afforded the same freedoms in life as Kentaro, as Anthony.

But no matter how much she may wish it so, she only has this one life, this single body. A body that, after hours of work, is begging to be fed - and hunger is no longer a cue she can ignore, as long as her son still relies on her body to satiate his own.

So it's with a quiet sigh that Keiko places Hiroshi back into his chair. Fingers running through baby-soft tufts of black hair, she lingers there for but a moment before glancing Anthony's way. "Can you keep an eye on him? Just for a minute."

Keiko doesn't await confirmation before making her way over to the other two women in the room, quietly dismissing them both. She can finish plating what's been made alone. No one expects this sort of labor of her, not any more, but she spent far more years as the wife of a doctor than one of a noble; the motions are already engrained. Besides, she feels anything but useful, sitting by idly and waiting for them to bring it over. She's done enough idle sitting around in the past year alone to last a lifetime.

Compared to the lavish feasts most of the Ton seems to throw nearly daily, there isn't much here to sort through. Seaweed soup, white rice, thick cuts of salmon; three pieces of rolled omlette each, and an array of seasonal vegetables on the side. To someone like Anthony it is likely simple, but for most back home the array would be far more lavish.

Once she finishes off both trays with a set of chopsticks for her own and a fork for Anthony's, Keiko grasps hers between both hands and turns. Her eyes dart to Hiroshi first on instinct, scanning over her baby to make sure he's alright, before she settles her attention back on Anthony.

"Come here," she commands, her tone leaving little room for argument. Keiko may be grateful for Anthony's help, but she is not here to play his housewife. "Take yours."

[frommylimitedtravels]

The Pulpit and The Gallery - Quinault Rainforest, WA.

[therapardalis]

[Starter for @chasingtitans.]

Heels clicked steadily on stone. First granite courtyard and a clatter of stairs, the Monarch Memorial Wall left behind her with a glance. For a semi-clandestine government agency they weren't keeping a very low profile - but then, neither were the creatures they were assigned to track down.

It was definitely a change from the secretive hideaways she remembered.

The sound changed along with the footing, smooth marble as she passed from daylight into the electric of the foyer, under the gaze of a metal detector and two security guards standing either side of the inner doors. Thera took them in as part of her casual survey of the room. It reminded her of the FBI offices in Washington, only a good deal newer and shinier. Her cursory glance noticed at least two security cameras, silently recording as she walked to the visitors desk and took ID from her purse.

"Dr Therese Pardalis," She introduced, showing the ID and printed email code, "I have an appointment with the Director of Operations."

[chasingtitans]

For all the ways in which her new life was finally starting to settle down - as much as it ever could again, given everything she'd already lost - Keiko was still getting used to this. Such a changed time, a changed world. A granddaughter who was already the same age Keiko had been when she'd first met Billy and Lee, yet with no husband or children to speak of, nor a mere thought of either. The ease with which she was now called Doctor every single day, a luxury that had rarely been afforded back to her in her own time.

And now, with their team's new arrival incoming, no longer being the only one. Dr. Pardalis, the briefing she'd been handed on the matter had noted, an expert who might finally be able to decipher in the language they'd all been stuck on for weeks now. It was now Keiko's responsibility to bring this woman into the fold, and such was how she found herself on a rare trip up from the basement.

No length or depth of briefing, however, could have prepared her for exactly who was waiting for her on the other side of the security checkpoint.

Keiko recognized that face. Better than Lee's, or Suzuki's; better than even her own son's before he had become nothing more than a memory. For one small moment, then, time flowed backward again. For but a fleeting second, Keiko found herself back in jungle underbrush, Lee on one side of her and Billy on the other, staring down a woman just as unexpected as herself.

Then she blinked, and the moment was gone. But Thera wasn't. Between the cold, corporate office lighting and fantastically mundane technology Keiko still only halfway comprehended, there she stood, just as real as Keiko was.

Cautiously, Keiko chanced a glance towards the security guards. Director Barris may have gone back on his threats to lock her away in asset management, but after learning what they'd done to Lee in her absence - what even Hiroshi had let them do to him... She wasn't about to take any unnecessary chances.

"Dr. Pardalis," Keiko greeted with nothing more than a muted smile, inclining her head back the way she'd come. They could speak freely once they reached the basement again. "This way, please."

[chasingtitans]

it's that time of year again... happy pride, y'all! 🥳

[smallfrogpleasedtomeetyou]

i love characters with an innate ability to just fucking survive

bestie you should be dead but you arent fucking how

[linusbenjamin]

Doctor Who | 1.13 “The Parting of the Ways”

[alainasrph]

“OLD” MUSES ARE NOT “UNSHIPPABLE”.

You can still find love at 35, 50, 75, and beyond.

The RPC tends to neglect muses over 35 and resources for more mature FCs.

Life doesn’t end after your 20s. It’s not too late to find love.

Older muses and faceclaims deserve love and appreciation too!

[natureswarden]

" In my, hm, defense, I suppose, I did not know they targeted the Grove at that time. " He folded the note neatly and set it aside. " The most I gathered concerning the enclave was from the note I found on the drow who attacked Nettie and me, and that was that I was very likely of interest to these people. "

Why did you do it? How did he answer that? She seemed to expect a far more complex answer than the truth amounted to. He guessed it stemmed from her upbringing, if she grew up in the Underdark among her people. From what he understood and experienced first hand, in short, mercy might as well not be in their vocabulary. And that did not speak to the way people treated her kind or even goblins on a regular basis. Plenty would argue they were blameless for their caution around either, and he could not fully fault anyone for taking extra care in their presence. But he operated on the basic tenant that each individual did not represent the whole of a group in positive or negative regards, and he strove to conduct himself as such.

" It is simply the right thing to do, to be plain, " he answered, nothing but sincerity found in his eyes, his expression and mien. Hand in a fist, he crossed his arm over his chest. " Silvanus calls us to treat all life as sacred. Goblins and drow are no exception. "

[chasingtitans]

"Oh." He said it as if it was really that simple. The right thing to do. As if the world gave a damn about what was right, what was just. As if Keiko hadn't had to fight tooth and nail every day of her entire life to cling to any bits of righteousness; as if she hadn't had to play a constant, delicate balancing act between what would leave her looking back at a monster in the mirror and what would get her killed in cold blood.

"I don't think most of this world would agree with you." And not only the corner of it she had come from. Followers of Lolth may have been more brutal in their implementations, but did most followers of Silvanus even truly live by that principle? The majority of druids in the Emerald Grove had seemed content to abandon the tieflings at their earliest convenience, despite the fact they were all supposedly on the same side. They'd fancied their hands as cleaner of bloodshed than Keiko's by no measure beyond appearances alone, but leaving the dirty work to the goblins along the roads to Baldur's Gate still spilled blood all the same. "I don't know that I do, either. It is right, but... Most people would throw each other in harm's way in order to save their own skin, not the other way around. The decision isn't always simple."

[taiturner]

Mari Yamamoto as Keiko Randa MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS — 2x09 "Ends of the Earth"

[jazbaaati]

Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

[livedtough]

plotted starter for @chasingtitans!

There are many things that Rosalind likes about their life, if they can call what they do a job. They like the beach, and the people here. They have friends and family on the boardwalk, and the majority of them don't usually make jokes at their expense. (They don't see why someone can be here, working on Coney Island, and still have problems when they choose to wear a dress!) The fact that they are able to wear a dress when they like is also nice, and so are the times that they can wear pants and porcelain nails.

There are also things they don't like. The jokes, the jeers, the people that are neither friends nor family on the boardwalk that always find it necessary to make it known how they feel. They don't really like their job, and they like neither Robert nor Roberta, the two that make up the half-and-half man-woman they present as during their sideshow presentation. They can't stand the questions, the laughs, the incessant remarks about what lies beneath their half-suit half-dress.

Then there are the things they're not sure about. The sometimes good, sometimes bad. The largest of which is, and always has been, children. They like children as a general rule, though this place seems to be the sort where nannies bring their charges and allow them to point and jeer and act not entirely unlike miniature beasts that belong at the sideshows they visit. Some, though, are quiet. Some find something here that is pure, and Rosalind likes those. Usually they can tell them apart, and they can know which kind is approaching.

And today, as a child walks into their tent, young with wide, curious eyes, they're rather sure that this child will be the latter. It isn't their job to frighten, only to pull in. They turn Roberta towards the girl, long haired, feminine, nothing at all like the traditionally masculine Robert that faces away, and they smile.

"Hello, darling..."

[chasingtitans]

Today isn't the first time Keiko's been left alone.

It isn't even the first time she's been left alone in another country, at that. For as long as she can remember, Papa's job has meant travel, and travel has meant months if not years of her life spent stretched out across the globe. It's never helped her whenever she gets back home - ten years old and already marked as different, sniffed out to not belong by a society that hammers any nail who deigns to stick out right back down.

But it does mean she's gotten good at this. It's easy to navigate the unfamiliar beaches and boardwalks; easy, even, to slip nearly unnoticed into a section labeled The Captivating Congress of Unusuals. Keiko isn't sure what any of those words mean put together like this - isn't really sure what captivating or congress mean at all - but she's nothing if not curious enough to find out.

It turns out to be nothing quite like what she's seen before. A sideshow, she learns along the way. Freaks, some audience members sneer at them. Unusuals, they say among themselves, same as the name on the sign. Keiko, on the other hand, stays silent as she weaves her way through. It's easy enough to slip from room to room unnoticed, taking in these unusual sights on her own, until she steps into another tent and finds herself the only viewer present.

"Hello," Keiko responds shyly to the sudden direct address, only taking a few steps further in before she pauses and lingers. She hadn't expected to be alone in here, doesn't quite know what to do with all of this performer's attention directed her way. Especially in the context of who, exactly, she sees before her: Someone with a body like a man's, but an appearance like a woman.

But that doesn't make sense. No one ever lets Keiko dress like boys do. Is such a strange combination really allowed to exist?

[livelovelaugh-777]

[givemeameme-blog]

Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.

There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.

[chasingtitans]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

mad scientist stupid

You might be a genius in one area but you fail hard in other things. You try to apply your knowledge of one thing to something you aren't great at to varying results. You are reckless and do whatever it takes in pursuit of your goal (this usually involves something exploding). You were doing quantum physics this morning but charred your grilled cheese for dinner. Your social skills probably aren't the best but you're "that person that knows a lot about the thing" so that's something to be proud of

tagged by/stolen from: @livedtough <3

tagging: @chvtterbcx @yishuns @cryogenicmuses @natureswarden + anyone else who wants to!

[shiverandqueeef]

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point