β #incalabria β an independent, private and selective multi-muse and multi-fandom rp blog featuring a selection of canon and original characters from media sources such as: the last unicorn, square enix, pokemon, one piece and xenoblade chronicles.
the primary muse of this blog is indefinitely the lady amalthea from peter s. beagle's novel of the last unicorn.
βThey may be apart sometimes, they may come and go as they choose--what can love be like when you live forever?--but they wait for each other, they find each other, they are together always!β In Calabria, by Peter S. Beagle
lovingly tended to by lumi (she/they, 33, pst timezone)
carrd | promo | memes | sideblog
basic rules and muse list under the cut
blog status: very low activity due to summer/autumn heatwaves. apologies for even slower response times.
key: muses name β status β fandom
amalthea β primary / the last unicorn
lord derosso β secondary / bravely default
malos β request only / xenoblade chronicles 2
griselle β request only / pokemon legends za
suicune β request only / pokemon
ophelia β tertiary / pokemon xy & legends za protag oc
fay β tertiary / one piece oc
sirena β tertiary / one piece oc
lisska β tertiary / fandomless oc
rules:
this blog is solely independent and does not affiliate with any specific fandom or roleplay community.
private / mutuals only means i will only interact if we follow each other. i am selective, and want to foster long-term writing connections with my mutuals.
adults (21+) only. i expect my mutuals to be adults irl, thank you.
crossover, oc and duplicate friendly. you do not need to be familiar with the sources of any muses to interact with them. dont worry about it. im very flexible for crossovers and aus.
please specify muse when sending in asks/prompts, or it will default to amalthea if applicable, or be deleted.
i am SLOW. my muse fluctuates, my interests change, i work a full-time job on top of that. if i havent responded to a thread in 3 months, it can be considered dropped BUT you can poke me about it! asks/prompts dont expire.
here to vibe and have fun, take your time, drop things if you feel it necessary. legit do not pressure yourself. im not gonna fuss if you take forever or tell me you wanna start over. <3
heads up that i am not shy. i am friendly and chatty. i believe roleplay is a two-way street and hope people will reciprocate energy and investment. i understand real life comes first. but consistent communication and engagement keeps me invested in the stories we craft together.
interactions are best achieved through sending memes/prompts AND / OR dming me to chat about possible interactions. i also dont mind reaching out to you if allowed. turning meme answers into threads is always acceptable.
zero tolerance for any hate speech, -iscms or -phobic behavior towards minorities and queer folk, whether muns or muses. this blog is a safe space.
zero tolerance for any ai generated content; whether that is art, music or writing. ai harms creators and the planet. piss off.
i dont engage with call outs or they said this/that hearsay. unless there is documented evidence of hate/harm/scamming, i do not want to be involved in petty personal disputes.
credits: graphics by hyruleshop (banners, pinned, post dividers.) / icon psds by lavenderph and cereberus commissions.
anyway im going to be very normal(tm) about this today. cant believe i have to work and i cant just go run off to buy a switch 2 and the upgrade pack for xenoblade 1 lmao.
It was one thing to admit her fears to herself, to write them down in her journals as a record of her ordeals and her growth through them but it was different to say them aloud to someone else. Different and challenging to share them with someone she held near and dear to her heart, even that being a creature that personified fear itself. The reluctance a combination of her not wanting friends or family to see her weakness but that neither should they feel burdened by her fears.
A contrarian thought, given present company.
She frees her hands when the trembling fades, feeling relieved to have spoken without faltering or crying. Her emotions are still sharp but not overwhelming. An audible huff of breath leaves her, some indiscernible feeling in that sound, "I.. It's kind of comforting, that you would be troubled for reminding me of him. When you very well need not be, for what you are and what you represent. That means a lot to me too." She read it as another sign of how Alhazred felt for her. "I am still building my courage, but thinking back to my past, I think I have grown a lot in the last few years." Thea flushes, a very pale pink tinting across her cheeks and nose.
Surely he knew that her faith in him was because she loved him dearly. In such a way she didnt know how quite to put to words or fully rationalize. She hoped he knew, that he saw glimpses of it in their day to day, or heard it beneath her words even tonight.
"The moon wont bother you too much?" Amalthea asks in reply to his suggestion, though she did not hesitate in accepting his hand or any prompting to stand up from the couch. Only leaning back down slightly to move her Switch from the seat to the coffee table, where she could put it away later. Purdy was asleep again. "They fixed the connecting bridge on the roof, we can make a loop around the neighboring buildings."
I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? -Thea from Leigh ((any verse is fine))
@onepiecc | you're stuck with me now prompts.
"Not going anywhere he says, yet he's been off gallivanting for the last two years." There's no bite to her words, it's meant to tease even though she makes a fair impression of being exasperated. So much had been going on and now that the storm had quelled, Leigh reappears in her life again.
All the same, the idol reaches to squeeze his arm gently, with a smile as gentle as the spring morning on her face. "It is good to see you, you missed all the chaos here in Lumiose. Although I am sure you've been dealing with your own messes since we last spoke."
Amalthea knew it was partially her own fault that they'd drifted apart but there wasn't much to be done about the past. For the present, there is an opportunity to rework and rebuild their friendship. "We should make plans to have lunch or dinner, there's a lot to talk about between us."
Zuko watched her carefully as she lifted her hands, the steam between them curling around the gesture in thin white ribbons. His attention caught on the silhouette of the sword at her hip almost immediately, though he noted just as quickly that she made no move toward it. Interesting. Most people carrying a weapon rested a hand near it without thinking when they were nervous. She seemed actively trying not to.
At her remark about honor, a quiet breath escaped him through his nose that might almost have been amusement. Almost. βYouβd be surprised,β he muttered dryly. βHonor stopped meaning much to people.β The words came more bitterly than he intended them. A Reflex he couldnβt stop. Β His gaze lingered on her another moment as she stepped farther back instead of closer. Smart. Either genuinely trying to de-escalate or very good at pretending to. He hadnβt decided which yet. Still, if she meant to attack him, announcing herself beforehand was a strange strategy.
The water rippled softly as Zuko shifted, finally relaxing enough to lean back slightly against the stone behind him, though his posture remained alert beneath the surface. Steam clung to damp strands of hair across his forehead and scarred eye while he studied her through the haze.
βYou donβt sound like a bandit,β he said after a pause. βAnd most assassins Iβve met donβt bother warning me first.β The statement was casual enough, but there was enough truth beneath it that his expression sharpened briefly before it faded back into guarded calm as he glanced toward the treeline behind her, orienting himself. βYouβre off the eastern trail,β he said. βIf you keep following the springs downhill, youβll eventually hit the river pass. From there the road splits south toward the villages.β
"I dont exactly expect anyone to follow the tenets of chivalry or honor really," Lisska responds blithely in turn to his kind-of amused remark, "people are too fickle for that. But I've got my own code of honor and that includes not picking fights with people taking baths." There's the quirk of a grin, another attempt to put the man at ease with her presence.
With a bit more distance between them, she falls into a military-like posture. Shoulders straight, hands then folded behind her back and her boots slightly apart. In the dark and the shadows falling across her features, it makes the shine of her electric-blue eyes a little eerie. The mask she wore probably emphasized the effect. "What, you someone important enough to have assassins after you?" Liss asks candidly, "Damn, like a dignitary or some sort? Should I bow?"
There's a degree of teasing even though they are relative strangers, a testament to her confidence perhaps. She half turns towards where the hotsprings bubble down into a river and then twists back to regard the stranger, "Bless, thank you for that." And Lisska does bow actually, clasping her hands together in a very formal gesture as she bends forward shallowly. "I'm Lisska, by the way."
Since he had decided to be helpful, she figured it was reason enough to introduce herself.
As the luminous curves of a crescent moon form, the remnants of fear slip away like grains of sand through a sift. Amalthea has never seen a Cresselia while awake or dreaming and the Lunar entity's form distorts around it's edges, as though her vision found it difficult to focus entirely. Those few moments of disorientation abate and she basks in the strange calm that surrounds them both.
It had been years since her mind had felt so serene. The sensation is foreign, not wholly unwelcome but the change is so abrupt, the absence of fear is so stark that she almost feels uncomfortable for it.
Should she bow? Or offer some other gesture of reverence or respect? Thea opts to do nothing but merely listen to what Cresselia has to say. Her subconscious ebbs like a river around them, forming vague shapes, colors and other visuals beyond the moonlit halo. Her own ethereal light reflects the other's. "Alhazred has been my friend for months now, and I have no reason to believe he would go out of his way to hurt me or those in my life intentionally." The very notion was repugnant to consider, considering how she felt about the Darkrai.
Her thoughts and emotions swirl, a kaleidoscope of hues, unable to mask effectively while dreaming. She was defensive at the accusations towards her friend but unwilling to spurn Cresselia's warning fully, "Tell me, what do you think he is planning here? I would like to know, to make my own judgement on the matter." The possible threat to her life did not seem to warrant much alarm, whether that is a result of the creature's aura or her own acceptance of the inevitable, was unclear.
The Pidgeot is a frustrating reminder of what took place for them prior. He avoids any eye contact with it, only taking a step back before speaking.
"No one believes anything I say."
There is a whine to his tone but he's not surprised in the least. Spinel is grateful he's no longer in the cage but...
"Surely, you can at least understand that this location is nothing short of torture for me. I'm not exactly someone who finds joy in nature. This is so utterly boring."
He tapped his foot, taking a deep sigh.
"... Let me guess. It's up to that jester. In which case, I expect he would enjoy seeing me suffer for as long as possible. Which means you shall not allow me to return to Exceed anytime soon..."
Spinel has attempted an escape a few times, only to be dragged back by Arboliva. Umbreon has proved itself not very helpful with his goal of freedom; the Moonlight Pokemon simply chirping with joy while out here. It spends most of the time napping.
Meanwhile, Spinel has gone from being so busy that he barely slept, to now having nothing to do. He's already grown tired of the books available.
Folding his arms, he threw her a pout. Watching Amalthea for only a moment with a slight glare before following. Oh how he misses Beheeyem.
"Oh no, the consequences of your actions, who ever could have guessed?" Amalthea retorts without missing a beat, even if for all her courtesy, she wasn't going be letting go of any chance to mock or tease Spinel for the time being. "You will just have to adjust, you're a scientist are you not? Learn to adapt."
It isn't that she's being flippant but maybe a little exasperated, if only because he had breath to complain every time she flew in to visit him. He was fortunate she was even being so considerate! Thea could very well have left the chaperoning only to Alhazred. (Not that she would have, but using such as a threat was just to annoy Spinel every so often.)
"Oh yes, spending time in a nice cabin and having a famous idol visit you periodically is truly exquisite torture." Oh Arceus she really can't lay off the sarcasm here, he could practically hear her eye roll even though her back is to him. Thea leaves the door to the cabin open and walks straight to the kitchen to take stock of supplies.
She helps herself to some coffee, measuring out a single serving for the machine, "Surely there is some middle ground here," Thea says when the other joins her, "I can bring you research material to read, notebooks, some games even. You need to find hobbies that don't involve endangering others."
Mable was at her desk, typing away on her laptop. She was tired, but noticeably less stressed out than she'd been as of late. Much calmer.
Her Pokemon, too, seemed more at ease. Aurora and Etoile were playing, playfully chasing each other around the office. Ciel was on Mable's shoulder, periodically nuzzling her cheek. And Soleil remained at her side, the loyal Houndoom never far from her, lying beside her chair as she worked.
The sound of elevator doors opening makes her pause, stretching for a moment before greeting whoever had walked in. She loved having that divider there to give her a moment to prepare herself.
Her expression brightened when she saw it was her friend. She had so much to tell her!
"Thea!" She practically jumps out of her chair, leaning over her desk, so excited to share this news. Soleil perks up a bit too, stretching before sitting up beside her, tail wagging.
"Miss Thea! Look!"
The younger girl ran up to her, a small Houndour at her side, trying to eagerly show her something in a notebook.
"I think I figured something out!"
"Thea, you're not gonna believe this, I've figured it out, I know how to get rid of the Laquium that's been left in the city, it's not ready just yet but- but it's going to work, I'm sure of it!"
There's a sparkle in her eyes, a genuine excitement as she just barely holds in all the explanation of it all. She'd give her friend time to process that, the fact that she'd found a solution, before subjecting her to the details.
After so many days confined to her apartment, Amalthea is finally given clearance to leave to get some light exercise. Her injured leg would need several weeks to fully heal but surely a walk to the Pokemon Research Lab would be within what is allowed. Besides, she'd missed spending time in person with Mable.
The elevator pings and the doors slide open, with the idol accompanied by a sinuous Vaporeon in lieu of her usual partner Leo. "Hi Mable," her expression is warm and she extends similar greetings to her friend's companions as well. A quirk of her brows belays interest at whatever news Mable has to share.
Even with Spinel dealt with and there being no more new berserk cases reported, there was still a lingering malaise of laquium clinging to the city. Something she knew had to be dealt with but lacked the means to investigate whilst she'd been confined to resting at home. Of course Mable would be filling the gaps, she's glad that her friend is so reliable.
"Have you? I heard only Terastal energy from Paldea could purify laquium. Tell me what you've found," Thea pulls up a chair, and her Vaporeon sprawls out on the floor by her feet.
"You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine." (for Thea)
@velvet-voiced | you're stuck with me now prompts.
The wind is still stirring even after Pidgeot lands in the cabin's foreyard, puffing out it's chest proudly as Amalthea dismounts from the harness looped around it's body. She's windswept and flushed from the flight, shrugging out of her jacket to stow it in a satchel also affixed to her Pokemon.
"I am still not inclined to believe you," Thea responds candidly, combing her fingers through Marigold's plumage to check for any debris. "Though I am glad you seem to be in good health, it is not wholly my decision when you may be returned to civilization."
Satisfied with her examination, the idol sends Pidgeot off with a gesture, where the large avian leaps up to take perch on the cabin's roof. There it would stay until it was time to ferry her trainer back to Lumiose City.
She gives Spinel a familiar docile half-smile, breezing past him to head indoors with the unspoken direction he follow along. Where else was there to go? The forest around them was dense and an Arboliva loitered around to ensure he couldn't feasibly wander off and get lost. "Besides, this is my property, I can come and go as I please."
β no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. β for lisska
@woevrns | the knight and the moth prompts.
"At least with thieves, you can bribe them into favorable odds." There's a waspish smile on the winged woman's face, as if the mention of gods was something bitter on her tongue. Maybe it was.
Lisska flicks a chestnut at the other, wherein it's shell rests a rupee she'd wedged for whatever reason. Boredom, perhaps. The little gem gleams green against the warm brown of its improvised casing.
"Gods are either inattentive, tactless or selfish. Why would they parlay honor with mortals?" Bit of a blasphemer here, but the deities of this world are not her own. They paid her no heed and she would show them the same indifference. Her wings furl, a whisper-soft sound, "Don't worry, by the way, I didn't steal these gems. Sold off some herbs I gathered." Her tone is casual, just in case it'd been assumed she was some ne'er-do-well.'
β Β Iβve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway. Β β β for thea
@torchwitch | the last unicorn prompts.
Soulful eyes hold the magician in place for a very long time, where insect-quick flickers of light and shadow gleam in their depths, lit by the starshine of their pearlescent alicorn. The unicorn did not doubt he had seen them and their kin whilst he slept, for dreams are but a mirror for their shining. A semisweet breath luffs out of flared nostrils, freeing him from that strange, hypnotic gaze.
"The others hide in their glades and forests, you are amongst many who have not seen a unicorn whilst waking." Until now, that is. For here is one currently, moon white and enthralling, with a coiling dandelion-soft mane and cloven hooves sprouting clove where they rest.
"It is better this way, the world still blooms with our magic, but the eyes of men are best left bereft of our grace."
β».Β·:Β·.β» πππ'ππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ Β·Β·Β· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.
β’ You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine.
β’ How are you? Wait, did I ask that already?
β’ I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that.
β’ Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that.
β’ You're not alone in this. You know that, right?
β’ We're family. That's what we do. We show up.
β’ Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now.
β’ Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again.
β’ Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you?
β’ So, what's next for us?
β’ I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave.
β’ It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay.
β’ Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone.
β’ I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway.
β’ [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you.
β’ I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here.
β’ You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that?
β’ I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here.
β’ Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you.
β’ You don't owe me anything. This is what family does
β’ Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help.
β’ I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today.
β’ You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept?
β’ I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember?
β’ We've been through worse. We'll get through this too.
β’ You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me.
β’ I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you.
β’ Come on. Let's get you home.
β’ You matter to me. More than you know.
β’ I've got your back. Always have, always will.
β’ You're shaking. Here, take my jacket.
β’ I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared.
β’ You did good today. Really good.
β’ I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough.
β’ Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving.
β’ You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance.
β’ I'll stay up with you. I don't mind.
β’ You're safe here. I promise.
β’ Tell me what you need. Anything.
β’ You don't have to pretend with me.
β’ I trust you. Completely.
β’ You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this.
β’ I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?
β’ You're not too much. You're never too much.
β’ This is your home now. For as long as you want it.
β’ I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now.
β’ You make me want to be better. A better person.
β’ I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day.
β’ You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.
public knowledge β information that is readily available to those who pay attention / seek it out.
she's a wanderer, no "home" to speak of. comes and goes as she pleases.
has an active bounty poster. "the silverblood" wanted for 250 million beri. her name is not listed, but she is wanted for crimes related to piracy, conspiracy, murder and grand larceny.
sails a small sloop-inspired ship painted in cerulean and sea-green colors, flies a neutral flag and no jolly roger.
freelance cartographer and navigator, with no concrete alliances to speak of.
semi-public knowledge β for muses who have ears and eyes in the underground and black market.
log pose artificer β she's one of few not under world government contract and creates log and eternal poses to sell to anyone in need.
uses the βͺ symbol as her signature for correspondence and artisans mark on maps and compasses.
has an extensive network of connections throughout the world and primarily deals in the trade of information. with the loss of big mom and doflamingo from their respective posts, she has been filling some of the gaps.
most of her communications are handled through an intermediary β a half-mink named Silver is her primary assistant.
a reliable and honorable businesswoman, unless you lie or double cross her. she can be ruthless to those that break agreements.
she can be individually contracted to organizations, kingdoms, city-states and even pirate crews. terms vary.
not a pirate. a tradeswoman.
private knowledge β details nobody will know unless thea tells them herself, or if agreed upon through ooc communication.
current long-standing user of the mythical zoan fruit model: unicorn.
at current canon, she is 355 years old.
a full blooded lunarian, who deliberately hides her soul-flame and had her wings severed in the past.
has gone through dozens of different identities through the years to protect herself.
guardian and patron deity of "sea star island" in the new world, she is revered by the locals and has several alternate titles in relation to her ties to spring/new life/the moon. she is very embarrassed by all this but takes her role as guardian seriously.
