ₐ 𝑠𝑡ₒᵣ𝑦 ₒ𝑓 𝑠ᵤ𝑐ⲏ ｗₒₑ

extremely selective/private multi-muse canon/OC blog. Semi-Active. Followed from Maetda.

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❀ Hi, my name is Clari and I missed having a place where I could develop muses. If you were here back in 2015/16/17, u might have known me as maetda (jumin blog and have now reclaimed), @pacxfxsm2(frisk blog), and aeternampenumbra (oc blog @aeternam-penumbra-archive). Among others. If you happen to come across this and remember me (and have rped before) i would love to RP with u again <3

❀ Only interacting with 21+ and I am very selective with who i follow. I am 30+.

❀ This blog will follow from @maetda

❀ This blog is developing as a multi-muse highly selective blog. Muses are: Ivan from ALNST (current main), Jumin Han, and some other OCs that will make their appearance.

❀ Ivan is monoshipping with Tills only but will be selective on following Tills. I won't do exclusive but will do mains. I also prefer to build up their relationship from the ground up (in any aus or canon).

❀ I do not follow duplicates for my own preference. (current canons are only ivan and jumin)

❀ I have plenty of RP experience over the years.

❀ since i have a full time job, drawing fanart on the side, playing games, etc.. this will have low activity.

❀ I am here to have fun and get back into creativity <3 (And I don't affiliate with fandom. This blog is willing to explore dark topics if it comes up but also selective. Ivan's interpretation is entirely my own but may have some inspiration from popular HCs if I think they fit him.)

Please keep in mind that ALNST (Alien Stage) is a very dark themed series focusing on grief and love. The love comes in all shapes from sweet to confusing and toxic in their own ways. I will not water these down and there may be some topics I won't touch. All TWs will be tagged as best as I can. If you've never seen it before though, I highly recommend cuz I believe it's told in a beautiful yet tragic way. (Prepare your heart!)

❀ I am not here for drama/call outs. I'm old lol I just want to have fun and I believe in block and move on. (unless it is a legitimate danger. for ex: someone who g/roomed or abused someone etc) Curate your own dashboard.

✿ due to personal reasons, I will not RP with v////ld or o///ns blogs unless I know the mun or based off my interpretation of the mun. (i have bad experiences with both the fandom and RPC for these)

I have much clearer rules in the actual tumblr blog so please check those out!

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MY BUNNY BOY!!!!

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Why yes this is the same ALNST oc I had. Now I can't see him without bunny ears.

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I got carried away again but *jazz hands* now I sleep #alnstOC

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Ooc -ok maybe I do wanna add him to the character roster...

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Here's the boy again 💕

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Ooc- so... despite on a mini break till next weekend... what if i share my new oc art here too? I'm not writing him cuz then I'll have to draw all my icons for him but gestures... I'm proud of my hot oc 👀

[tu0fu]

the kiss

[ookaryi]

Take my Love

[owlmaya]

to be loved is to be seen

[ryartchus]

loved <333

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paratise (pt. 2)

[yuuch4nn]

[batcatsle]

the need to feel.

little "what if" r6-r7 [ambiguous time] scenario because they deserve it

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Months ago, it might have been enough to simply feel the slightest brush of his skin; the heat suffusing from the briefest contact, a fleeting moment (something easily forgotten, easily cast aside). It would have been enough to only convey their feelings through subtext, only when it could settle into the undertone of animosity, a sham to pretend everything meant nothing and the end would hardly matter when it came. Weeks ago, the sound of a steady heartbeat beneath his ear, sleep-seeped breath fanning out against the crown of his head, a hand trapped within his own might have been enough. Hours ago... just a kiss. No fanfare, just dry heat, chapped skin.

But now.

It's true. The floodgates have opened, and none of it is enough, not anymore. A comforting embrace, a whisper of a kiss. No, he wants more. He knows there's more now. And if there's more he can take, then there's more he can give. It's a sensation that swells in his heart and sinks in his stomach, one that settles deep and casts away the thought of before, of the time when he dared ever look anywhere but in those dark eyes, imagined himself belonging anywhere but caught in that gaze.

He won't say it... but he'll feel it.

I love you.

Till sinks into the space just between Ivan's bent knees and bare stomach, settling his thighs on either side of the other's hips. It's a tight fit, but it gives him the angle he wants to support himself against the edge of the bath. The water dances against the porcelain, some cresting and pooling over the sides, before going still; steam rising all around them. There's plenty of time before the water goes cool, and at the moment, the heat is a good mask for why his skin is tinged in a full-bodied flush. It's one thing to trip over himself to crawl into Ivan's arms when he's half out of his mind, clamoring for some semblance of comfort in the chaotic maelstrom of his own head. With or without the drugs, it's always been easier to do in the heat of the moment. Thoughtlessly. But right now, there's clarity in his eyes.

There's intent.

Till barely lets up a breath's width, simply feeling the brush of their wet lips against one another, spit slick on his tongue, mouth open. He can feel how a single thread connects them, can envision it glistening in between their visible breath. He sinks closer, letting his elbows prop him up so he can let his hands roam. Fingers trace along Ivan's jaw, sliding down along the swell of his Adam's apple, the dip of his collar bones, resting atop his chest. There's a heart beneath that skin rattling against his ribcage, racing like mad. He keeps his palm flat.

"Hey..." The word is less spoken and more mouthed into Ivan's skin, tracing down his chin, hushed against his throat. "If I said..." And he has to say it now before he loses his nerve. "Said... I wanted to." And he has to sound like he's sure because if he doesn't sound sure, then he knows Ivan will be the first to back out, to say it's fine, they can wait, they have time. But they've been wasting so much time, and they almost lost time, so if he asks now. "...Will you teach me?" It sounds like a question, but as he says it, he makes sure to ease himself forward just a bit, pressing close enough to feel Ivan's body heat flush against him. It's enough to make his breath catch.

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To accommodate Till's body, Ivan adjusts himself to allow smaller thighs to fit better in the tub meant to fit one. Now with the other on his lap, Ivan's hands are free to roam across heated skin as they move against one another. Being this close, completely bare and intimate, sparks his body's interest again. Gone is the playful smirk, now replaced with the pure want and need as he pushes and moves against red kissed lips. It's not enough. For either of them.

Those hands running across his body feel like fire. A temptation and promise. This overwhelming love Ivan feels is desperate to go past the barrier and show Till just exactly how much he craves him. If the way Till is acting is anything to go by, he believes the other feels the same. It feels different than when they were in the room just outside the door. There's desperation but not from the effects of withdrawals or drugs. This is pure human want.

Ivan tilts his head to give Till more access while he grips onto his waist, catching his breath and trying not to go overboard. Eyes go wide as he listens intently to that soft voice. Did he hear right? It's obvious what Till is implying. Ivan's own mouth waters. He knows this isn't easy for him to say out loud like this. He knows and yet he's grabbing Till's cheeks gently to make him look. "Are you sure?" Ivan's own voice is soft and hesitant. He wants this. God, does he want this more than anything. It's one thing to want another to believe it would happen.

Ivan is no expert but he does have some knowledge on how this works. Still, he's nervous of hurting him. What if they aren't ready? But when will they be if not now? He can feel that Till has the same amount of need as him and there shouldn't be more clarification than that. Till's sharp eyes tell him the answer and Ivan nods. "Okay.. Okay, yeah. But, you have to stop me if it's too much."

Now, unfortunately, unlike the books of old civilization, they lack some essentials but as long as he's careful, he can still do this. "It might feel uncomfortable at first from what I hear but if it's painful, tell me." Before he does anything else though, he tests how comfortable the other is to his touch. Pulling him even closer with one hand still on his waist, the other slowly makes its way down to the spot where they'll eventually connect. He massages, gauging his reaction.

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Redraw from the official art book

[lowaharts]

I'll drown in you consume me