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ᵍᵒᵈ ? 𝐍𝐎 .

[hailcurse]

Arkith Heill , an original character created & portrayed by aster . private & mutuals only . low - activity , quiet . ©

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[hailcurse]

dnd highlight of the day:

fighter to his wife: i know how to love! i love you! if i didn't know how to love, i'd be like ark.

ark: what the fuck?!

cleric: awwww... c'mon, ark might know how to love

ark: im just GAY, i still know how to love, you assholes

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∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver .

mako-hum and pipe-sweat;   some underbelly corridor of midgar gone ferrous and airless,   walls weeping their mineral confession in slow vitreous beads.   the light is poor and greenish and vaguely surgical,   enough to silver the knife into a narrow shard of doctrine where it hovers at indigo’s middle;   intimate as a whisper ...   bright as an ultimatum trying to remember its nerve.

the corridor keeps its mechanical pulse.   condensation slides down riveted metal in patient little obsequies.   indigo’s attention lowers once,   brief and exacting,   taking the measure of gleam and angle and the minute, interior geometry by which injury enters the body.   when it rises again,   it does so with the chill exactitude of a specimen lamp;   unwavering and wholly unpersuaded.   that is what disorders the moment.   the steel remains bright and earnest,   but under such grave, forensic scrutiny, it begins to look almost ceremonial.   

the blade waits at the threshold of cloth and skin,   while indigo stands with the composed estrangement of something already acquainted with incision.   their stillness carries that strange mineral composure of polished stone gone animate;   deep-water calm,   all pressure and no visible fracture.   the whole scene teeters there,   sharp and unshed,   until barret’s voice cleaves through from farther down the corridor: 〟the hell’s goin’ on down there?!〝

midgar exhales through its pipes ...   the knife is only a knife again,   the corridor only steel and sweat and bad fluorescent light.   and indigo,   unhurried as ever,   lets their gaze drift from the blade as though the interruption were less rescue than confirmation.

[hailcurse]

Everything  is  a  threat.  Everything  has  always  been  a  threat.  From  the  moment  he  opened  his  eyes,  since  the  moment  he  could  hear,  walk,  see,  talk,  remember,  he  has  never  felt  safe.  That  paranoia  stays  with  him,  looming  about  him  through  his  days  and  haunting  his  dreams  at  night,  speaking  in  his  thoughts,  his  mind,  in  his  ears,  never  through  his  mouth.  It's  made  itself  a  home  in  him,  and  he's  certain  that's  the  only  home  he'll  ever  know.  A  lifestyle  of  threatened  work  dedicated  to  the  dirty  jobs.  The  shit  no  one  wants  to  clean,  and  the  guts  no  one  wants  to  spill…  At  this  point,  he's  become  one  with  the  shadows.  He's  lost  his  light,  after  all.  She's no longer near.

So,  as  he  lurks  around  the  corridors  of  the  Shinra  building,  searching  for  Professor  Hojo  or  Scarlet,  who  might  drop  word  of  President  Shinra's  whereabouts,  he  does  not  expect  to  turn  into  a  stranger who he only vaguely recognizes. Not in a way that matters.  With  his  blade  already  equipped  as  he  paces  the  halls,  his  eyes  had  widened  as  he  threw  his  threat  against  the  stranger.  The  stranger,  however,  does  not  react.  He  watches  their  face  remain  unchanging,  apathy  bleeding  from  them,  like  they've  no  more  blood  to  shed.

Eyes  lurk  to  his  dagger,  then  back  to  him  again,  and  he  wears  a  scowl  of  disturbance,  like  a  prey  animal  backed  into  a  corner,  trying  to  look  as  big  and  frightening  as  possible,  with  little  to  show  for  it.  All  bark  and  no  bite…  that's  what  he  used  to  say.

❛  What  are  you  doing  here?  ❜   He  hisses,  his  voice  like  venom,  and  his  tongue  sharp  with  disdain.   ❛  You  don't  give  a  shit  that  I'm  threatening  you?  ❜   The  words  are  hushed  between  his  teeth.

[violevina]

05. pacing the room with heavy steps.

there was a certain melody to ark's footsteps that had served as a background tune for the better half of the hour, as kira lounged on her chaise, reading a tome of thaumaturgy while trying to keep her sanity after being subjected to the same sound of stomping the entire time. there was something on his mind, that much she could have guessed, but she had thought to wait for him to speak before she would actually ask him [ ... ] her saintly patience had already given up.

with a flick of her wrist, the nearby table is pried away from it's perch and instead dragged by an invisible force directly into ark's path, stopping him from going any further. she stared at him from behind her book, an unamused expression mirrored in lilac hues.

❛    you are carving a new street into my carpet.    ❜ she pointed to the imprint of his pacing, a trail that portrayed his own thoughts. ❛    will you tell me what's bothering you, or will you continue to walk your little marathon?    ❜

@hailcurse

[hailcurse]

❛  What  the  hell  –  ?  ❜   A  noted  irritation  is  stitched  within  his  surprise;  the  abrupt  interruption  causing  him  to  shoot  Kira  a  knowing  glare.  Every  footfall  carves  another  thought  as  they  split  into  numerous  pathways,  each  followed  halfway  before  being  given  up  on  and  wholly  abandoned.  One  thing  to  the  next,  one  element,  one  theory,  one  invention,  another  way  to  figure  out  whatever  will  pull  him  forward.  Being  stuck  in  his  rumination  gets  him  nowhere,  and  yet  it  seems  impossible  to  escape;  in  the  eye  is  he,  of  a  hurricane  of  his  own  creation.

 ❛  If  this  is  enough  to  ruin  your  carpet,  you  should  seriously  consider  getting  better  carpet.  ❜   Arms  crossed,  as  he  defiantly  continues  his  movements  around  the  table  forced  before  him.   ❛  Nothing's  bothering  me.  I'm  walking.  I  don't  get  bothered,  Kira.  I  walk.  ❜  He says, like something is clearly bothering him.

[lumined]

" i am NOT joking , i don't wanna do this . "

❝ and you think i do ? ❞

he tries to not become irritated, but after a long and grueling trek with little to show for it besides blisters on their feet and the steadily more rotten smell of dead fiends, it hard to keep one's patience. its easy for tempers to flare when tolerance grows thin, and he can only take so many complaints ( including his own ) before he lashes out. unfortunately, it's @hailcurse's own outburst that makes him tidus' target, the latter spinning on the heels of his boots to stare down at the other. though frustrated, tidus seems unusually tense, like he's preparing to be the one scolded instead of being the one on the giving end.

❝ i could think of a million other things i'd rather be doing right now, but guess what ? we're all here still. if you wanna go back, then be guest. ❞

the mick ━ accepting

[hailcurse]

❛  Shit,  fine.  ❜   His  surprise  is  spat  with  an  air  of  combativeness  as  his  arms  fold  into  his  stomach,  leaning  just  slightly  forward,  enough  to  note  it's  obvious  he's  closing  in.  His  expressions  of  aggression  are  not  usually  met  with  emotional  outbursts,  and  he's  not  entirely  sure  how  to  take  it.  Feet  keep  treading  onward  despite  the  stiff  silence  he  leaves  in  their  wake,  and  a  huff  of  exasperation  slips  from  his  lips  before  he  shatters  the  tension…  or  tries.

 ❛  I  don't  have  a  place  to  go.  So…  I'm stuck  here  with  you. ❜   The  volume  of  his  voice  decrescendos  as  his  confidence  wanes.

[hailcurse]

SIMPLE OC ASK LIST.

tagged by: @brokenmagxc, TY ABII tagging: im a sham i dont have a lot of mutuals over here but if u wanna shove ur oc into it GO FOR IT

What emotion do you most readily associate with your OC? testy and feisty, like he's always toeing the line of explosiveness. i think he's firey but i also think he's incredibly sensitive, but in his guardedness and... "feisty"-ness, it comes off more bratty, like he's overdramatizing his sensitivities because the true feelings beneath feel too vulnerable. i think of ark kinda like a minefield. good luck.

Does your OC prefer the beauty of nature or the bustle of the big city? hm.. genuinely, i don't think he cares. from ages 7-25 he's focused solely on survival, so anywhere that he can find food and rest is optimal. usually the city, as he used to persuade others to give him things by various means, and stealing is much easier. as he ages beyond 25 though, probably around 28+, he begins to sort of understand life and other people... because he finally lets himself. and in that era of his life, i think he'd love the calm beauty of nature, the flowers and the wind, the cold and the snow. it's kind of a symbolism of having all the pain be worth something

If they had to flee a burning building, which possession would they be most keen to grab on the way out? hm. he always carries a dagger from his father and wears a necklace from his mother, but those are items that are pretty consistently on his person... so i think he'd go for a framed picture of him and his sister lilli, but he tends to keep things light as he travels, always having a "go bag" on hand, or nearby. Pretty sure he'd just grab it and dip. while he makes an act of it, he's really not one for attaching sentimentality to many items. he has a few and they carry all the weight he needs.

Is your OC more likely to be getting up with the dawn - or just heading to bed? definitely just heading to bed lol. night owl with insomnia who overcomes night-induced psychotic symptoms, sleeping in the night sometimes just isn't worth it. though, regardless of morning or night, i think his USUAL sleeping style is taking a couple 2-hour naps here and there when he can manage it. Could be at 4am, could be at 4pm. whenever he has time enough to rest and the paranoia begins to hollow out.

What changes come over your OC when they are hungry? despite ark's ability to make food work and last, if he's with other people, he's whiny and bratty lmao. real complainy, despite not having too much effects from lack of food. might get a little dizzy or nauseated, but he's grown pretty tolerant of hunger. you'd never guess it though, with how much he'll make a scene of it.

Does your OC have a go-to insult when people irritate them or let them down? abi's answer was so beautiful i love arthur. ark, however, is a bitch, and will let whatever the hell his head comes up with in a moment. he's the type to either say something completely nonsensical, or dig up the deepest thing he knows and use it against someone. gremlin man, i would despise this guy

Where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace? people watching. finding a busy area where he can listen to people talk about their lives and feel less alone, despite being alone. listening to problems and woes that aren't his, as it's one of his only ways he feels comfortable connecting with people... because he's not really connecting with them. at some point he goes to find comfort at lilli's "grave," bc spoiler alert for my own canon, ark is certain lilli died at some point, as when he lost her, she was reported so, even going as far to provide her with a burial to mask her real life. She spends a long time being held captive and there's this whole thing where they eventually meet again and it's wild. anyway. this is nonsensical bc this is my brain but you get the gist. i think after he reconnects with his sister and (re)establishes real friendships, he likes to sit on rooftops and look at the sky. He likes to sit in fields and cloudgaze. honestly i think he just likes the sky

Does your OC have a particular fear or phobia? really hates medical related equipment. tw words ahead for those who have phobias as well: needles, scalpels, imaging equipment like x-rays, and the smell of sterilization tw over. does NOT like his picture taken, though that's less of a fear and more of an insecurity thing? he's also very particular about germs and how he handles grimy situations. for someone who grew up the way he did, he sure is particular about maintaining a clean and hygienic lifestyle

What might your OC wear if they knew they would be called upon to fight or otherwise be active? ark always has almost his entire body covered. he might wear something like leggings under gym shorts and an athletic long sleeved top, or he might wear a cool jacket, or stylized sweatpants, will probably avoid yank-able jewely and chains. he will continue to wear all black though.

What habit should your OC really try to break, but almost certainly never will? smoking cigarettes smh. also getting a little pouty whenever things don't go the way he'd imagined it in his head. i think he DEFINITELY gets better about it over the years, but the feeling is a consistent struggle do the way his brain is wired

[hailcurse]

∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver .

Without  so  much  as  a  second  thought,  his  words  strike  like  a  snake,  fangs  bared  and  hostile.   ❛  Don't  you  know  how  to  look  where  you're  going?  ❜   Unnecessarily  cruel,  impulses  poorly  withheld,  words  unrefined  and  unfiltered  before  exposing  themselves,  exposing  him,  to  the  world.

❛  And can't  you  see  I'm  in  the  middle  of  something  here? ❜   Lithe  fingers  filtering  gracelessly  through  sheets  of  paper  with  a  poorly  drawn  sketch  of  a  girl  who  seems  to  bear  some  resemblance  to  him,  pasted  on  all  of  them.  She's  only  been  gone  for  a  couple  of  days  now,  but  he's  only  ever  been  apart  from  her  for  a  night  at  a  time…  this  is  unusual,  and  his  inability  to  sit  with  his  loneliness  may  be  the  thing  that  drives  him  completely  mad.  ❛  Just  watch  it.  ❜

Then  a  pause,  as  he  recalls  his  motives.

❛  Actually, forget  that.  You  seen  this?  ❜   The  picture  of  the  girl  is  shown,  pushed  forward  to  the  other's  face  without  a  moment's  thought,  arm  extended  with  a  sense  of  aggression.  Lilli  would  kill  him  if  she  knew  he  was  calling  her  “this.” 

[hailcurse]

descriptions of ark today from my fellow dnd mates:

"hes always feisty. he's either feisty or dissociating."

"let him ponder the orb. the orb is speaking to him. he's enamored with the orb and spends days whispering to it" (i dont even know what the fuck was going on here, the orb was completely irrelevant)

"welp asters not gonna be here next week, guess ark's gotta have another mental break down"

"ark are you talking to your sister in your head again?"

[liightbringr]

content,        she        ;        trying        with        some        of        her        might        to        not        doze        off        where        she        rests.        

[hailcurse]

❛  Wake  up.  ❜   So  demanding.  Hardly  any  time  has  passed  since  the  world  has  gone  silent,  and  he  cannot  stand  the  company  of  quiet.  A  hand  shifts  to  Eva's  shoulder,  shaking  it  gently.   ❛ It's  boring.  ❜

[megairea]

“I choked / on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry.”

— Yves Olade, from Belovéd; Slaughterhouse, 2020

[nightbins]

∗ 34﹕ ark  is  found  by  dick  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be .

intruders in the titans' tower were fairly uncommon. as in never, unless some otherworldly or super-powered threat decided to bring the problem right to their front door. usually though, their various sensors or alarms would ring before the threat even got a chance to step foot on the island. so how did @hailcurse appear at the tower undetected ? well, that was the question indeed. though alarming, dick was unbothered, looking at ark as though this wasn't a major breach in security.

❝ so, what brings you to our humble abode ? seems you got a little lost on your way, friend. ❞

nonverbal prompts ━ accepting

[hailcurse]

Desires  –   journeys  with  pointless  destinations,  rot  left  to  fester  in  what  once  housed  in  a  heart  that  cared.  These  days,  there's  nothing  but  this  blank  slate  left,  and  he  lives  with  it  in  confidence  that  his  absence  of  spirit  gives  him  power.  And  within  what  once  was  weakness,  birthed  skill,  and  showed  him  the  way  of  a  life  that  abandons  troubled  youth  and  teaches  them  to  survive;  he's  never  known  what  it's  like  to  live.

Still,  he  tests  the  limits,  disregarding  any  form  of  consequence,  no  matter  the  circumstances  they're  bonded  with.  He  evades  all  sources  of  detection,  as  is  the  way  of  the  assassin,  and  keeps  himself  casually  uncaring  and  equally  confident.

❛  I  didn't  lose  anything.  ❜   His  eyes  shift  from  area  to  area,  detecting  everything  and  laying  memorization  to  order  of  stuff  in  this  place.  ❛  I  came  here  on  purpose.  ❜   With  a  shrug  and  a  smirk,  and  no  further  explanation.

[hailcurse]

hi i drew him

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[hailcurse]

ark... soon

[hailcurse]

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

he is generally pretty weak so natural shaking is frequent with him and he also hates it lmao. otherwise his hands kinda fit his frame, they're a little small and generally pretty soft.. he likes to keep his nails painted (black lmao) and tries to take care of them but also when you're living life on the run and on the street it's a little hard to keep up with and that bothers him so any time he gets to clean and groom himself, he will 😭 unfortunately for him he gets bruises and scrapes on them all the time due to the nature of how he exists in the world and then keeping them clean becomes a whole hassle. but he will indeed go through it... also his skin is just in general kinda weak and sensitive soo.. </3

[hailcurse]

i'm half asleep but 👁️ plotting call?

[hailcurse]

ok i need to make some mobile friendly rules...

copying these from my cloud blog sorry if things look weird idk

ㅤ  rule 001  ㅤ :  ACTIVITY i'm slow and my activity can be extremely sporadic. i've got priorities and obligations, i've got other hobbies, i've got a couple chronic issues that flare up time to time. if you're looking for consistency (in character AND/OR out of character), this isn't the blog for you! do not hound me for timeliness, but i'm totally cool with a notif reminder because tumblr is unreliable.

ㅤ  rule 002  ㅤ :  BASIC POINTS this is an independent roleplay blog, i'm mutuals - only (but i don't softblock non-mutuals MOST of the time, but anyone is free to), i do not do exclusives, i will never turn anon on, and the best way to start things with me is by sending an ask ! i do not follow or interact with minors! sometimes i ramble ooc, but it's 90% about my muse. i have a discord but i don't like giving it out unless we hit it off in im's for a bit first. that being said, im's are always open. also all graphics and psds used currently are made by..yours truly. every piece of art i will use with either be hand drawn or something i've commissioned and will have the artist's credit attached close by.

ㅤ  rule 003  ㅤ :  CONTENT WARNING ark's canon and some of my au's can touch on some heavy content. things that will for sure be present are as follows: discussions of mental illnesses, ptsd and blatant descriptions of past trauma, hallucinations and delusions, family death, murder, religious allusions, eco-terrorism, chronic illness, survivor's guilt, possession, relationship complications, and explicit sexual content.

ㅤ  rule 004  ㅤ :  CONTENT DISCOMFORTS i've got triggers and i know how to navigate them. i'm not asking anyone to tag something specific but if there's something that very clearly needs to be tagged and is not, i will softblock/hardblock depending on the content. there are some series/characters i don't interact with for my comfort as well. and as a general note: if you make sui/cide or psychiatric hospitalization jokes, please refrain from doing so while in discussions with me. i think they're in poor taste and they piss me off 99.8% of the time. exceptions are if you have personally been. also if i'm repeatedly made uncomfortable by posts despite not following, i may block. nothing personal at all, just gotta protect this silly brain.

ㅤ  rule 005  ㅤ :  VERSE DISCUSSION i have A LOT of verses! i do not have a main verse. i absolutely love making au's and writing crossovers. i like to pick and choose my verses randomly depending on the content i'm looking for from day to day, but i do enjoy all of them. if you have a verse preference, feel free to let me know! they are available in this tag.

ㅤ  rule 006  ㅤ :  ROMANCE & SHIPPING i love shipping, first and foremost, and have little shame in it. i am multi-ship for the most part! i'm open to ship exclusivity depending on the character, but i usually try not to dabble much in it. i've got a thing about not wanting to leave people out / wanting to explore more portrayals. unfortunately for me (i made him, such are my woes) ark is gay, so i won't ship with fem characters but i LOVE building dynamics and strong bonds. i love women and there will be no hate or misogyny tolerated on my blog whatsoever.

i will never ship minor/adult. if i am writing in a verse where ark is a minor, i will not ship with an adult muse. if i am writing in a verse where ark is an adult, i will not ship with a minor muse. don't be a freak.

ㅤ  rule 007  ㅤ :  ABOUT ASTER... i'm 25+ (my age is on my discord, i just can't be assed to update it every year), white, gender fluid (any pronouns are cool i suppose), in college full time for computer science, and love final fantasy (cloud particularly, but this isnt about him). :) i'm working on being more open and responsive but my communication skills suck ass sometimes and i am incredibly shy with new people. if i follow you, i want to interact, but odds are i'm too awkward to know how.