Distoretions Random Musings @distoretion - Tumblr Blog

Rules and About

For mobile users, please access the following links:

Rules | Ask | Submit | Tracker

Dis | Tor | Tesni | Cissy | Ilari

Side Characters | Mun

#added ask and submit links!

undeadunalive

Noticed a lot of hate going around Tumblr recently, so just want to let folk know a few things about this blog:

LGBTQ+ friendly

OC friendly

Multi-muse friendly

You don’t have to apologise for late replies

You don’t have to apologise for taking a break from your blog

You don’t have to apologise for having muse for one thread and not another

You don’t have to apologise for going quiet for a while, whether IC or OOC

You don’t have to apologise for being passionate about your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for going your own way with your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for straying from canon

You don’t have to apologise for having down days, down weeks, down months

You don’t have to apologise for typos

You don’t have to apologise if we don’t have the same first language

You don’t have to apologise for having more than one blog

distoretion

Ilari was lounging on the beach, stretched out on his stomach with his cheek resting on his arms while the warm sun made him nice and drowsy after his meal.

When he heard shouting nearby he lifted his head, rubbing at his eyes before sitting up to see what the fuss was about. It looked like someone was chasing their… pet? It acted like a pet, but he’d never seen a purple hammerhead shark with legs before!

Far from freaking out when the thing got close, Ilari’s face lit up at the sight of the fat little thing headed right for him, turning and reaching out his arms in anticipation of getting to pet it. He might not know exactly what it was but he sure knew he wanted to touch it.

ragewithinthestorm

Boi's tail began to wag at seeing the outstretched arms, recognising that behaviour from Galadir, though he'd never seen Galadir with two arms he still did it with his remaining one, to Boi that meant he was going to get pet. Once he reached him, Boi happily shoved the centre of his head against Ilari's hand.

At seeing the person seeming to not panic and instead act as though this was completely normal, Galadir's anxiety lessened, though he was still panicked, they were on land and out in the open. He managed to walk on shakey legs the rest of the way, ignoring that he was naked with his duel genitals fully visible. "S-sorry about him..." He spoke anxiously.

distoretion

Ilari’s tail wagged in response, eagerly petting the shark’s wide head. He added his other hand as well, utterly enchanted by the creature’s simple joy. Seemed this little guy loved affection just like him!

When the shark’s owner spoke, Ilari finally looked up from the purple thing, shaking his head at the apology. The big grin he had from playing with the shark puppy stayed as he looked the owner up and down, though he did raise both eyebrows slightly at finding him completely naked, head cocking to the side at the sight of his crotch. Huh. He’d never seen something like that before.

#ragewithinthestorm #RP

freakinfur

☠︎︎Old Demonia catalogs☠︎︎

#demonia #dis stuff

distoretion

“More like fucking loud. Bright too, four miles of neon lights flashing 24 hours a day, it’s great. Everythin’ over the top everywhere, all the time.” He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s just the strip though. All the hotels and casinos, they’re desperate for your attention. Soon as ya walk a couple blocks away it’s a whole different world, no more showgirls wearing nothing but giant pink feathers or floating bars in the swimming pool or $100 lobster buffets. It’s the Vegas of coin op laundry and vintage stores and little Elvis themed cafes.”

“I definitely recommend that part of Vegas if you ever wanna go. The strip’s a shitload of fun fer sure, but it’s there t’ keep ya up all night spendin’ money. Most people only leave t’ go see the Hoover dam, if they even leave at all. They completely miss out on shit like the Mob Museum or the Neon Boneyard or Emerald Cove.”

Tor stopped to open the door the cafe as the reached it, just catching Alaire’s comment about cities being loud. “Hm? Yeah, I guess. Kinda depends. Like, I lived in an apartment block housed a bunch’a other people who worked on the strip, none of us wanted any noise when we were tryin’ get some sleep before our next shift. And none of us wanted to be that asshole in case someone else was sleepin’, y’know?”

bestiadentro

The idea of being in such a place.. Yeah, he thinks all the sounds and lights would overstimulate him instantly. Nor is he a gambler and that's what people tended to do in Vegas, right? Gamble? "It's all mostly gambling, right? Or are there other things to do?" It's just that movies sort of tended to make it look like that's all it was. Casinos and such.

"Maybe I'll visit someday though I worry it might be.. overwhelming?" Though if there were more places that weren't so bright, he could handle that at the very least. "Traveling in general is fun though." Yes, the new aspect is overwhelming, but his desire to explore a world he was locked away from for so long is far greater.

Alaire walks inside with Tor as they finally come up to the cafe. Luckily, he's a little more familiar with simple things like coffee at this point, so he's not totally clueless when it comes to picking out what he wants. Though he's also pretty basic so he'll end up just getting something like a mocha frappuccino. Not without whipped cream and chocolate drizzle on top, of course.

distoretion

"Are you kiddin'? They don't call it Sin City just cause ya can lose a bunch'a dough at the casinos. There's gambling, sure, but if ya don't like that there's smoking, drinking, escorts, concerts, magic shows, burlesque... Every vice under the sun and every risque performance ya can think of, they've got it in Vegas."

Tor slid into the spot at the back of the line, glancing up at the menu hanging across the back wall. "Y'know what you're gettin'? I figured I'd go with my usual and a breakfast burrito. I heard those're good here."

#RP #bestiadentro #the error went away after a while which is good but I'm still not sure what caused it?

distoretion

Tor frowned. He didn't get those. Or at least he wasn't supposed to, under normal circumstances. Moving to sit up properly as she joined him on the bed, he held out his hands to check his fingers.

There on the ring finger of his left hand was a slim gold band, just as she'd suspected. "...Huh."

"So, I'm guessin' ya don't remember last night any better than I do, and given this," he wiggled the finger "I'm just gonna fuckin' come out and ask: did ya find a marriage certificate anywhere? Not that it'd be likely t' hold up if we were black out drunk when we signed it, but it would help us figure out if we really tried to get married last night."

iunarmemories

Rose watched as Tor sat up and reoriented himself with the world again waiting a with bated breath as she waited for him to revel his left hand to her. There plain as day was a ring that matched hers. “No way.” She whispered.

“I don’t remember a dang thing, just waking up here confused. You were the first thing I checked. I didn’t look around the room at all.” Running a hand through the tangle of curls that fell in front of her face she would frown. “I’d retrace my steps if I knew where I’d walked.”

distoretion

"Let's do that now then. If we don't find one we can call city hall and ask the clerks if anything's been filed with them." Tor said, groaning and massaging his head as he stood up. The sheets fell away to reveal he had no pants on, though his boxers thankfully still on kept him somewhat modest.

"Prolly won't find one though," He said as he moved around the room, looking through drawers and lifting up pillows as he went. "Back when I was still livin' in Vegas those all night wedding chapels would make ya pass a breathalyzer before you could get anything legally binding. I'm not a hundred percent sure what the law is here but I bet if we showed up somewhere dead drunk asking to be married they'd have said no."

#RP #iunarmemories

distoretion

“Okay, here you go.” She grabbed out that looked like it would be the right size for him and handed it over before taking another for herself.

“You mean if I like, walked you through it?” Cissy asked as she finished tying her apron and headed to the sink to wash her hands. “Um, I think I could tell you what I’m doing as I go… I shouldn’t let you do any of the steps though, it’d be cheating to get someone else to do it.”

fallen-guardian

Andras struggled with the apron a bit. He had never worn one, and had never seen anyone wearing one, so he wasn't sure how it was supposed to go. Thankfully it didn't take too long for him to figure it out, or at least he thought he did. He really had no way of knowing if he even had it on right. But then as long as it could protect his clothing, he supposed it didn't matter if it was on backwards or anything.

"I didn't think of that. But will they even be able to tell? It's not like I'm an expert doing things for you. I won't even know what I'm doing..." His ears twitch slightly. "...And now that I said that, I guess it's probably for the best. I'm more likely to mess something up than actually help you. I was just trying to figure out ways I can be useful, but maybe I should just stick to taste testing..."

distoretion

"Ah, no way, you've already been super helpful! I bet you'd be a big help, and um, you can't be any worse at it than I am." Cissy told him, cringing as she remembered her first batch. "Like, it's only my second time making these."

"Just letting me talk through what I'm doing should be plenty. I'm um, pretty sure I'll catch any mistakes I make if I have to explain it to someone. And who knows if my teachers would be able to sense your essence or whatever in the cookies if you did more than that."

#RP #fallen-guardian

songs-in-nature

That helped. But Rahim didn't necessarily know what the date was now... He hadn't been in civilization for a minute, so he hadn't bothered to keep track. He nodded along, hoping not to sound too silly when he asked, "How many days away is that?"

distoretion

Ilari paused to count the number of boxes on the planner between today's date and the day of the open house, then held up six fingers with a grin. That meant it was going to be next Friday!

#rp #songs in nature

distoretion

The toddler's tiny fingers gripped his with surprising strength, her other hand coming to rest on his cheek as soon as he brought his face close enough. She pinched at it, fingers tracing beneath his strange eyes and prodding along the side of his nose.

Dis watched in silence, ready to intervene if the child went too far, but the man seemed to be tolerating it remarkably well. More than just his patience, the affection she saw in him caused her chest to warm as a soft smile tugged at her lips.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Nils." Dis smiled up at him, giving a polite nod since her hands were too full to manage a proper curtsy. "You may call me Dis, I work as a governess for the Walsh family. The little one here is known as Henrietta."

"And the young one over here is called George-" Her smile fell away as she turned to usher the boy forward, finding him no longer there. The empty spot where the boy had been was once again filled with the rush of people going about their day, with no sign of him anywhere among the throng. "George?!"

the-unsung-lament

Nils' paternal instincts completely wash over him, his moonlit eyes expressing an unspeakable joy that cannot be described, only felt. He can feel a little lullaby singing deep within his chest as he allows the young child to explore his face, a fondness felt within the chaplain's heart despite the fact they just met.

"Ahh. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Dis. Is it short for something?" He couldn't help but grin. "Either way, quite lovely. And I am very happy to meet you, Miss Henrietta!" he says to the toddler, careful to not unnecessarily raise his voice and speak to her with baby talk. In other words, valuing her as a person even while still very, very young.

Once the introduction to George begins, Nils immediately notices his absense. With her paternal insticts already firing, panic is starting to rise within him despite just being an acquaintance.

Though social conditioning is part of his panic too. A missing child can mean something else to a man from a society wherein children at certain ages are soldiers by necessity.

"Y-Young sir?! Mister George??" he says as he searches around, a little surge of life energy flaring from the Sigil of Glamour engraved on the amulet around his neck, hidden beneath his shirt. Nils has to be careful--if his emotional state goes out of hand, that glamour could break. In public. And he didn't bring an extra pair of clothes.

distoretion

"George? George, where are you!?" Dis turned one way and then another, soon spinning a full circle as she searched for her charge. The speed of her movement caused a few small items to fly out of her open reticule, bouncing off the the cobblestones or rolling off into the crowd.

The shouting and clatter drew the attention of the people around them, a few moving to avoid stepping on anything while others quickly averted their gaze and walked on.

"Oh, oh I'm sorry, I, I don't know how that happened!" Dis fretted, stooping down and doing her best to gather her things with her free hand while continuing to hold Henrietta close. "I could have sworn it was closed..."

#RP #the unsung lament

yaldabaothadeez

Various harpy-ish things from Tentoumusi_0107 on Twitter:

#creatures from the Sidhe

👀 ( @the-unsung-lament )

Send 👀 to see how my muse sees yours

Complete freely SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: That you're good with children. SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: Nothing yet. AN ADVICE FOR YOU: You shouldn't try to walk and eat at the same time. I WISH: I hadn't let go of George's hand!

#answered #the unsung lament #he'd have better (or maybe worse?) marks in stuff if they'd had more interactions I'm sure

👀 Dis for Errol?

Send 👀 to see how my muse sees yours

Complete freely SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: The best Thai restaurant in town. SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: You've explained some really naughty slang terms and I kind of regret asking. AN ADVICE FOR YOU: I think you should add sunscreen to your skincare routine, skin cancer is no joke. I WISH: You loved yourself more.

#answered #s0u1c0de

👀

Send 👀 to see how my muse sees yours

Complete freely SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: New dance moves SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: I can't think of anything AN ADVICE FOR YOU: You should try putting your hair up sometimes, I think it would look nice. I WISH: You could visit more often.

#answered #fallen guardian