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Mun is a trans man. If I see any othering of, fetishizing of, or transphobia towards ANY trans person/identity, I will block on site. This is 2026, please do fucking better.
AI use for art or replies gets an immediate block.
Mun does not equal muse.
Mun is a 40+ year old elder millenial queer (he/him) with 0 tolerance for bigots, manipulators, and content police. Diagnosed ADHD, BPD, and Autism and I have no qualms talking about any of it.
I have a very busy life outside of tumblr and run a slew of RP blogs so I am not always here, and I may take a while with replies or have sporadic activity. I don't ignore mutuals, I just have a lot going on and not always enough spoons to write.
Mutuals can ask for my discord at any time if you want to chat or plot.
Personal/fandom blogs are welcome, I just ask you don't reblog my RP threads. Liking or commenting on them is okay. If you take anything from my headcanons, please just give me credit.
Activity can be selective, please be patient and realize I write with the flow of the muse.
Call out and purity culture are not welcome here.
Content
Triggering content will be written, I will try to tag it the best I can, and I will not be tagging every little thing, only the stuff that is very heavy and serious. Please let me know/remind me if you need something tagged. For example, I'm not tagging a bloody nose or a small cut with tw: blood/tw: injury, but I will tag a gaping open wound that is pouring blood.
Triggering content will include things such as sex, drugs, violence, gore, repressed trauma, disease, mental illness, and death. This will be tagged with "tw" and the word, as with most other triggers. If something needs to be tagged for a specific trigger, let me know. I don't always remember who needs what tagged.
I personally don't have anything that needs to be tagged.
I do not RP any of the subject matter above with underage muses
Smut will not be under a read more unless the other writer prefers read mores, it will all be tagged nsfw or nsfw ish
SMUT IS NOT EXPECTED FOR INTERACTION. While I love writing the subject matter, I know not everyone does. I will never force it and do not expect it, especially if it's in your rules. Light spice/suggestive themes, time skips and fade-to-black are absolutely fine if that is your comfort.
Smut will NOT HAPPEN WITH UNDERAGE MUSES.
I do write abo/omegaverse things on occasion. I will tag such threads and content as "abo verse" for people to blacklist.
Interactions
Plotting is best done over Discord, Discord is open to any mutual. If I'm quiet and don't talk much, it's more of a me thing than anything; I am shy when you first get to know me and don't talk much all the time, plus I have ADHD so I get easily distracted and am very forgetful. Gentle nudges and a "hello!" are not gonna bug me in the slightest if we haven't talked in a while.
Best way to interact with me is sending in memes. I make my answers to prompts into separate text posts and tag the sender in them so we may continue them into threads. You don't have to continue them, but I encourage it.
When you send in memes as a multi, please specify which muse it is for, I am less likely to answer when I have no idea which muse of yours you'd like a prompt written for.
I love, love, love shipping, but I never expect a ship. However, many of my muses are very flirty and easily fall in love, and I won't change that about them. I am all for unrequited love and unreciprocated feelings in interactions, just realize it is never to try and force a ship.
That being said, if you want to ship, just let me know! I'm pretty open about any and all ships, crackships, cross-ships, toxic ships, familial, platonic life partners... all of the ships.
My length may vary but I typically find it hard to limit myself to less than 3-4 paragraphs. I never expect length 100% of the time, but I do appreciate effort in replies and find it easier to reply to at least a paragraph or two.
If you have issue with me or my affiliates and mains, please just block and move on. I do not support drama, I do not support legitimately harmful people, and I do not support witch hunts for written content.
Shout-out to characters who don't plan to survive their stories! Heroes who think they can only atone for their failures through sacrifice, villains who don't think they deserve to live in the world they're trying to create. Gimme that passive suicidality baby, mm-mm, delicious.
pls don’t flirt with me i want to be nonchalant so bad but i unfortunately crave connection so intensely that i will give you my entire soul and forgive you over and over until i’ve lost myself completely and feel like i’m drowning
I got a lot of writing done earlier and I got so much more muse for Lucanis today I'll probably be here most of today, maybe push out a few things on my OCs too. I'm gonna take a quick shower and then I'll be back to write.
I might drop some things that have been rotting in drafts and the inbox for several months so please feel free to brows my memes and send in new things if you're waiting on stuff from me, or especially if we haven't interacted yet.
' i'll say this for you buddy , ' he says , looking over lucanis with a wry smile , observing the injuries he's taken on tonight. he doesn't really want to ask why. only if it's particularly necessary. that's the usual rule , anyway. ' you ever thought about getting a job in retail? '
he knows when he gets a text message from that number exactly who it is. knows where to meet him. knows he'll have cash. and it pays better than working a double shift at the hospital , so he'll take it. the tilt of his head is caring rather than patronising , he promises.
' you got at least two broken fingers , your ankle's sprained probably because you landed on it from a height , again , and i'm gonna have to stitch up these lacerations. you got anything else of interest to tell me about? ' @demondellamorte
It helps, having a physician on call who doesn't ask too many of the wrong questions, who is willing to keep things off the books and unofficial, who doesn't look at him like the freak of nature that he is. Dr. Ross has been all of those things, and his cheeky attitude, as far as the assassin is concerned, is just a bonus.
Spite likes him too, which certainly makes interactions with the doctor easier. As much as Lucanis can say that he seeks medical help this way to avoid a paper trail and protect his identity... there is a lot of medical trauma that both he and the entity forcibly attached to him went through.
Ross has never triggered that trauma, though, and on at least one occasion saved Lucanis from bleeding out.
"Other than the demonic voice in my head and the insomnia? I am the peak of physical and mental fitness." Lucanis says with a laugh, a laugh that causes him to wince and grab his side.
"And perhaps bruised or broken ribs... I am not sure."
"He ate the entire thing?" Lucanis asked with a little bit of a smirk when Mateo spoke of cooking for Viago before. Lucanis knew well enough how monumental of a task that can be. The last time he had cooked for the Fifth Talon, Viago insisted on testing each ingredient separately and watched the entire preparation.
"That is impressive, he must trust you a great deal."
And then Mateo was asking if Spite would join them for the cooking, and almost on cue, the demon was standing right beside his fellow Crow with a wide grin on his face.
"I Will Cook With Lucanis And Mateo!"
Lucanis let out a soft sigh and a shake of his head, but there was a chuckle there as well and a small smile on his face.
"Of course, I do not think there is much we can do without Spite. Come, tiramisu can take time to make right, but I will show you how to put it all together. I had thought that, after everything the team has been through so far, we deserve a sweet treat, no?"
He already had most of the ingredients pulled out and set up on the counter, and gestured for Mateo to come closer so he could show the younger man what to do.
"I cheated just a little... it would be a bit difficult to make lady fingers in this kitchen, so I picked up a package from Cafe Pietra the last time we were in Treviso."
The fight had been long since coming. The younger Dellamorte had been behaving like more of an idiot than usua, though Viago knew that grief affected a person differently, and the loss of Caterina had touched them all. Teia included. In fact, especially Teia -- the very woman who had called Caterina Nonna was the one left to organise the funeral whilst Illario went off on some stupid, baseless quest for revenge.
At least Lucanis had a good reason. He was trying to fulfil Caterina's final contract; a noble act, amongst the Crows.
Which made him think, as he guided Lucanis away from the gathering to somewhere quiet, where the younger man could catch his breath and readjust to life amongst the Crows. He could only wonder how jarring it must have felt, to go from an underwater prison, where he had clearly been starved and beaten, to a Crow funeral filled to the brim with tension, drama, and conspiracy. Even on a good day, gatherings like these wore on Viago. It was clearly not a good day for Lucanis.
He had thought that over the last year he would have moved on from the quiet thing that had developed between him, Teia, and Lucanis. Yet all it had taken was Caterina saying Lucanis was still alive, and his hand had reached for Teia, needing that grounding touch as his heart stuttered in his chest. It wasn't poison, but something far more sinister that made his pulse race whenever he thought of Lucanis. It would have been easier if it were a poison, then he could take an antidote. But there was no cure for affection. No antidote for adoration -- not for Teia, and not for Lucanis. And Teia had spent the last year quietly whittling away at his carefully crafted walls.
The Viago that stood here now was not the same man from before Lucanis had disappeared. This man held Lucanis with both hands on his arms, rubbing them gently, coaxing sense and comfort back into him.
Seeing Lucanis Dellamorte have a breakdown, he had never thought he'd see the day. And it shattered something in his cold heart to witness it. So he stayed quiet, not trusting his own voice, as they breathed together slowly. Lucanis was following his lead, so Viago made sure to take slow, deep breaths. When things seemed to have settled enough that words might be possible, his lips parted, just as Lucanis pressed his own against the Talon's.
He had missed those lips, though they felt chapped and hungrier now. For all his training and discipline, Viago was still just a man, a man who had lost someone he loved, only to have him return. He returned the kiss, but only for a moment before discipline resurfaced and he pulled away, hands still holding Lucanis firmly.
"You are being reckless, not just with your own life, but with mine. How much wine did you drink? Have you not considered what could be in your glass..." The scold faded as his gaze settled on Lucanis. He was so worn... so pained. Viago couldn't help but feel it too.
"I should stay. Make sure what you drank was just wine." An excuse, of course -- the wine was likely clean. But he couldn't bring himself to risk losing Lucanis twice in one year.
"Stay the night at the Diamond. I will make sure nothing happens to you."
Lucanis knew well enough he was being reckless, but in that moment he didn't particularly care. Perhaps it was too much wine, perhaps it was the grief that weighed so heavily on his heart. Still, he winced slightly with the scolding, swallowing hard and dropping his gaze as he let out a shaky sigh. Of course, he knew Viago's intention with the scold wasn't anything beyond being worried, reminding Lucanis to stay vigilant, a reminder he truly appreciated.
Still, it stung, but a moment later Viago was offering to stay with him, keep an eye on him and make sure he was safe. Telling Lucanis to stay there at the Diamond for the night, and the Dellamorte certainly was not about to argue with that. A night away from the Lighthouse might do him good, the place buzzed with magic so intense it was sometime hard to tolerate.
But there was Spite as well. Lucanis knew too well that Spite would take advantage of being outside of the Lighthouse with mages readily available to stop him from doing... whatever it was the demon wanted to do when he controlled the body.
"It may not be safe for you to stay with me. Spite..." Lucanis began, finally drawing his eyes back up to look at the Talon, letting out a shuddering sigh that spoke of just how broken the assassin felt. Viago was one of the few who ever had seen him this vulnerable before.
"You may have to tie me up, so that he does not hurt you..."
#AVERNUSBEAU - a charlatan, a scoundrel, a bard, a warlock, a pampered pet, a prisoner in a gilded cage, a fish out of water, a man entirely out of his element in desperate need of a hot bath and a solution to the problem of the worm in his brain...
𖥔⋆｡°✩ LOVESICK FOOLS ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around sweet moments, lingering affection, and the little things that make love feel warm. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.
sender falls asleep against receiver's shoulder halfway through a movie.
sender pulls receiver closer by the sleeve of their sweater.
sender wraps a blanket around themselves and receiver.
sender hooks their pinky around receiver's.
sender rests their head in receiver's lap.
sender presses a quick kiss to the top of receiver's head.
sender quietly cleans up after receiver while they're distracted.
sender saves the last bite for receiver.
sender writes love notes and leaves it somewhere receiver will find it.
sender curls up beside receiver on the couch.
sender grins every time they catch receiver looking.
sender snaps a candid photo with receiver when they aren't paying attention.
sender bumps their shoulder against receiver's while walking.
sender dramatically flops across receiver's lap.
sender nudges receiver's foot beneath the table.
sender automatically looks for receiver in a crowded room.
sender shifts a little closer to receiver without realizing it.
sender lets their knee rest against receiver's.
sender finds an excuse to sit beside receiver.
sender lights up the moment they spot receiver.
sender lingers a little too long after saying goodbye to receiver.
sender watches receiver from across the room with a soft smile.
sender gently wipes something from receiver's face.
sender points out constellations to receiver while the two of them lie beneath the stars.
sender ends up covered in flour while baking cookies with receiver.
sender pulls receiver into an impromptu dance in the middle of the kitchen.
sender absentmindedly doodles on receiver's hand while the two of them talk.
sender gets caught staring at receiver and immediately looks away.
sender carries receiver after they admit they're too tired to keep walking.
