The strength that had left him and the grief that swallowed his heart whole were a coffin of dried leaves now. In the midst of black, one thing was clear…he still had hope, a light that was everlasting and was calling for him to come back.
MEMOVIA ⸻ INTROSPECTING: THE DEFINITIONS OF HUMANITY · DESTRUCTION OF SELF IN ORDER FOR 'SALVATION' · NO COMFORT & NO STARS · FALL DOWN SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT · YOU ARE ONLY HUMAN · MONSTROUS IMMORTAL · LETTING GO & HOLDING ON · UNMENDED GRIEF · UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE · DARK HEART OF MINE · SIMPLE KINDNESS · SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING LOST · PRESERVATION · HEALING LOVE · WARMTH OF YOU ALWAYS, PVTDOWN.
This is an independent & private roleplay blog for multiple muses of my choice. Mainly OCs and low activity. This journal of memories is penned by R ( she / her, 32, GMT+8 ). revived in 2 JUL 2023. moved on 1 SEP 2025.
You may address me as R. My pronouns are She / Her.
I am above 21 so NSFW topics might be explored within this blog, please do not interact if you are below 20.
I absolutely do not tolerate any sexism / racism / bigotry and any other negative comment on my dashboard. If you happen to have done so, I will block immediately.
This is a safe realm for talking about your muses as well, so feel free to IM me anytime and about anything!
There may be dark topics on this blog and I am not afraid to expand on that territory, please be warned before choosing to follow me.
GENERAL.
This is a selective / private / independent RP blog for mainly OCs and multiple muses from different fandoms of my choice.
I am generally a very slow writer. I don't write when I lack inspiration and would much rather put my best into an ask / thread reply instead of half-assing it.
Prompts / Memes do not expire, send them in for whoever you wish whenever my inbox is open. (IMPORTANT)
I will not engage in any NSFW threads / discussions if you are underaged.
I am always open to twins, OCs and multimuse blogs. (IMPORTANT)
You do not have to match the length I am writing at with your replies, please do not feel pressured to!
If you would like to start a thread from an ask reply, please move it to a new post!
I am willing to RP with people who have no icons or no formatting!
Please do not hesitate to prompt me if you think I need to be reminded about a thread / ask. Sometimes I miss out on my notifications and I would most definitely appreciate it if you do!
Reblog karma does not exist here. You are free to reblog from me whether it's prompts / musings / aesthetics!
AI art / AI writing will not be tolerated on this blog. (IMPORTANT)
TAGGING.
I will tag anything and everything but if I do miss out on something, please tell me and I will do it. They will be tagged under: (trigger) tw, (trigger) //
I do not have any triggers so please do not worry about me!
I also happen to be loud in tags as a disclaimer!
SHIPPING.
Unless our muses have had a great amount of interactions or we have discussed this in IMs, I will not be shipping our muses together.
Please note that some of my OCs require extensive discussion before shipping due to their personal experiences. It is not personal if I decline impromptu shipping. Feel free to approach me if you are unsure and want to ship! (IMPORTANT)
MAINS.
I do not require much from my mains but rather just to simply have fun writing with one another with mutual effort.
I will also make an exclusive URL tag for you on my blog.
OOC.
I usually have low social energy due to irl struggles. I take awhile to respond to DMs but will try my best to reply whenever I am able to. It is not personal if you see me on the dashboard and I have not replied yet, please give me some time or feel free to prompt me again if you want to. (IMPORTANT)
FOLLOWING.
If you pull me into drama that is not related to me, I will unfollow BOTH parties.
If I have unfollowed you for some reason, it might also be Tumblr being wonky.
Vague blogging is absolutely not tolerated on my dashboard, it will be a soft block from me if I see it.
If you have problems with me, talk to me – I would really wish to understand what I did wrong and apologise if I could.
Please note that I follow people based on my own perception, but if I am following anyone that is detrimental to the RP community— please let me know! I’ll take the necessary measures.
I also have no patience for people who dictate who I should be mutuals with unless it is someone that is dangerous to the community, if I happen to see any of that on my dash - then I will soft block, simple as that.
Do not police my / anyone's portrayal or else I will soft block you.
❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ / from tynaris. 🤪
┊ ⋆ @memovia
breath broken, cheeks flushed, and her wrists rubbed red where his hands had snatched her up concluding their chase.
┊ ⋆ « do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. »
she says it with her cheeks flushed and her sweats already riding up her thighs from where bracket his so insistently. he's already nosing at the skin behind her ear, where he can smell her scent the strongest. one hand carding through her dark, silken locks to draw the curtain of her hair to reveal the heated pulse upon her throat, along which he licks a long stripe.
she's clutching at him, arms around his shoulders, like she's holding onto dear life while she's pressed into the wall of her balcony. but she doesn't know she's the touchstone that grounds him. keeps him present. keeps him safe. his breath is warm against her throat, where he smells her scent and the aftermath of their kisses lingering together.
❝ even if i eat you up, miss tynaris? ❞ he asks. her jaw's caught in his metal-lined fingers' grasp, the heat rising in her cheeks, warming them. he means it to scare her. put the fear of god in her. give her one last out before he lets her give in. ❝ last chance to say no, ❞ he warns. his teeth are at her cheek, biting at the fullness of those blushing peaks.
but her eyes are full of impatience when she looks at him. like she's fucked over that he'd even doubt her. like she can't believe he hasn't done it already. he laughs, pins her to the wall with his hip. his thigh presses to the warmth between her legs, and he can already smell the heat from her skin. but the scent that presses against his thigh is like a drug the way it's got his pupils dilating and his whole body aching to touch hers.
he wonders if she can feel the same, if the soul imprint between them goes both ways. if she can feel his need beyond the cock pressed into the hollow her hip, or the way he kisses her so deeply and desperately, or the way he holds her chin hostage to those kisses that force her mouth open to him and the inevitable tangle of their tongues.
his free hand cups underneath her breast, thumb stroking over her nipple just to make it pebble against his touch, but she's already half there. maybe it's the night air. maybe she really does feel that pheromonal bond between them. his fingertip armors itself in cut steel just to rip the strap on her shoulder free before fading away. it's easier now when he pulls her shirt down to look at her, her pale skin moon-charged and prickling in the night air.
it's a little lewd, being outside like this, but it feels right that the moon bears witness to the woman he's chosen as his mate. it's intimate. almost more than meeting his parents, in a way. and it drives him even more mad, seeing her illuminated by the starlight and moonlight both. valko's on his knees before her, worshiping at the altar of his moon.
he tears at the other strap, pulling down her shirt, and he's mouthing at her breasts. teeth tugging as lightly as he can manage at her nipples and he's worried he's too rough with her. licks her until he hears her soft mewls and feels her arms circling his shoulders, and he knows she's in it.
his nails nearly scrape at the jut of her hips when he pulls the sweats from their anchor on the beautiful curve of her form, and he's left with just that thin fabric of her underwear guarded in the clutch of her thighs. valko presses a soft kiss to her mound, kissing down the valley of her thighs. cradles those soft thighs in his hands as he noses between her legs to breathe in the scent of her, the slight dampness of her cunt and the heat of the cotton that sheathes it.
his tongue draws a line along the impression of that slit, presses deeper in when he can feel the heat of that hardened bud calling out to him. he laughs when he feels her hands scrambling to latch onto his shoulders and not his hair. lets her pull him into her as her soft cries break the twilight silence, and it feels like a vow before the moon's witness.
he licks her until her underwear's soaked with her juices and his saliva, and there's no telling where the admixture begins and ends. he pulls the soft fabric of her pants from her hips, and cuts away the rest with impatient, metal-lined claw tips, just for the ease of hiking her up and slinging her thighs over his shoulder. does his best to hold her up her ass, but he knows her back's gonna get scratched up on that wall. ao yin can take care of that tomorrow. tonight, valko's fucking her with his tongue, warm fingers inside her urging her on alongside the adoration of her clit, until he feels her tighten around him. cunt fluttering against his tongue, thighs closing on his head so hard his ears are muffled against the staccato cries she aims heavensward, her heels sinking viciously into his back to pull him in.
his chin's dripping when he feels her legs unravel at last, and he's murmuring a soft apology when he lowers her into his lap and pushes into her. her cunt's warm. soft and pliable after her orgasm, and she's perfect around him. tynaris' arms are half limp when she slumps into him, hugging his shoulders, calling his name softly in his ear. he's kissing at her shoulder in apology when his arm circles her hips and pushes her down to meet the savage thrust of his hips.
she's like a ragdoll in his lap at first, before she finds her rhythm. her fingertips aren't shy anymore, the way they tangle in his hair and grip him there. her hips meet his easily, and she's riding him right back, murmuring his name between jagged breaths like a mantra until he comes inside her. nails dig viciously into her hips as he slams into her, feeding the last of him into her. he's shaking when he settles, checks her over to see the deep, crescent-shaped welts he's left in her hips, a few bright spots of blood welling on her pale skin. wincing, he gets on his knees like a penitent before her, licking at her wounds in supplication. ❝ you should be careful when it comes to me. ❞ it's less a warning than a reprimand. his arms circle her waist to pull her into his lap again. ❝ i can keep you safe from everyone but me. ❞
"Interrogation 101. You immediately avoided eye contact and are only now making it, after I made a point to suspect you." He points out with a brow raising ever so slightly, eyes shrewdly observing him. He doesn't move closer, but he also doesn't leave his space. "Your eyes also flickered uncertainly, it was quick, a normal person wouldn't have caught it... But this is a part of my job description." A slow, confident grin.
ⵉ߮ 𐄁᠇𐄁 ߮ᜢ . — Ah, straight to business it seems. A low chuckle leaves his lips, Valko tilts his head in amusement. This little game, push and pull, truth or lie— the wolf finds it interesting, to say the least. So he answers truthfully, a small exchange for a long-term plan.
❝ It seems I've been sniffed out. Well done, Colonel. ❞
He leans in closer, golden eyes filled with mirth and intentional defiance.
❝ Unfortunately, I won't be providing you with the answer that easily. Which, of course, begs for another question— what will you do... for the truth? ❞
Goodest mornings to all, I will get some noms and do work first before getting on here! ❤️Will also try to get back to more people today... I hope everyone is having a comfy timezone so far!
It is late, but Il-seong busies himself with his work still. Being an actor can be somewhat tireless and intense, especially when one gets a new script and an unfamiliar role.
Vesper— who is well-known for his honey smile and kind eyes on camera— is about to experience being on the opposite side for the first time. A villainous role, one which requires him to embody a different perspective and new emotions.
...
The phone beside his arm lights up from a notification. Il-seong's eyes barely stray from his script, instead the screen is brought into his peripheral vision. And upon reading the message from Sachiko, he cannot help but to chuckle. The actor leans against the backrest for the first time in awhile, the frown in his brows gradually relax while replying to her:
[ 일성⭐] : That's no good.
[ 일성⭐] : Feeling the adrenaline for tomorrow's filming? Or having some doubts with the script?
[ 일성⭐ ] : If you want, I can always bore you with more work until you fall asleep.
[ 일성⭐] : ...I'm revising one of mine right now.
[ 일성⭐ ] : It is for an antagonistic role, and I could use some advice from an all-star actress who excels in that.
“ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ” - for tyna
POETRY. | always accepting!
♕ . ― Those words pierce her like a bullet through her chest. Hands that once lingered on her sides have come up to grasp each other, in attempts to stop the shakiness. Tynaris is sent whirring back and forth, her memory flashes scenes chaotically like a broken record.
How does she tell her? How can she tell him?
...Of something she has been through, without spilling the saga of her entire life (or, lives). Tynaris knows that she is a living ghost now, someone whose past, present and future have melded together into one singular, yet complicated existence.
One moment, it is the dark, rainy sky during the Chronorift Catastrophe before her life 'fades' out then— and another, the explosion behind her home's door that makes her ears ring and head heavy. Next. Cut to black. The tape moves in a different direction.
She finds herself looking up at the visage of a God, commanding her to kneel and repent. And following that scene after, is the laboratory window that lets her look at the greenery beyond the glass.
The outside seemed so free, but all she can ever feel is the collar on her neck. It was the same when Josephine died, the sorrow always seemed to cast a shadow on her phoenix wings. These wounds that appear knowingly or unknowingly, have come to weigh her down immensely.
At some point, Tynaris wondered what the stars want from her. She would direct her question towards the sky, only to receive no reply.
❝ ...I know that. ❞
She swallows after her reply, navy eyes do not look up— instead it is cascaded by the shadows of the past. Tynaris repeats the words from before just to pace herself. Lest, it gives away the demons she has been hiding away.
❝ I know that, but the pieces are... they are too messy. Even, for me. ❞ A pause, before the Hunter continues, ❝ some of them are vague, and some are crystal clear. I don't know if it belongs in just one puzzle, or several of them. ❞
Her head tilts up ever-so-slightly, furrowed brows and bitter smile finally meet the light.
❝ But, I also know you well enough to understand that this won't stop you from wanting to help me, huh? ❞
You would listen to my story, no matter how long it takes... @nightingeal. And I would tell you in a heartbeat.
[TXT] : you left your jacket here. + [txt]: can i keep it ? koto & zayne hehe
TEXT ME. | always accepting!
Strolling down the pathway from her abode, the cool wind seems to brush in newfound areas of his skin. Ah, it seems that he has forgotten something— his jacket, to be exact. Out of courtesy's sake, Doctor Zayne turns around, planning to go back to retrieve it.
After all, it would not do to simply leave things behind in someone else's house. This could be considered discourteous or messy.
Just as he takes a step in that direction, his phone vibrates twice. He unlocks the screen with his thumb and looks to the messages that Koto had sent. Forest eyes light up after reading them, his icy expression melts into a subtle smile.
[ ☃️ ] : Yes, I was just about to inform you that I'll be coming back to take it.
[ ☃️ ] : But it seems that you have other plans for that jacket of mine.
[ ☃️ ] : I'll leave it with you then.
[ ☃️ ] : ...
[ ☃️ ] : If you would like anything else to accompany you while I'm gone, you can always tell me. I'll make sure to fulfil your request.
