{ * SELF / HER }

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆    and is quite right, so it is for me with you    [  ...  ]    you would    𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆    as little as I should.      𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ...

[selfher]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 & 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄!

chell.     local cat lady, virgo & constantly sleep deprived 27 years of age.     she/her/they/them established September 2022.    discord is for friends only

minors do not interact!    you will be blocked on sight. fandomless/all-female, quad-muse blog. multi-para/novella based.     heavy plotting & general tom-foolery.

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.     𝐧𝐨, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚.

i don’t care what people write.    please do not engage with me if you call out every single ‘problematic’ thing you come across online.    i’m old, i'm tired & i’ve been through this song & dance before.    i just want to write whatever i feel like writing.    curate your own safe space, as you should be doing regardless & move right about your day.    i do not tolerate witchhunts, callouts, drama, etc.    it’s 2022, i hope we understand that fiction =/= reality.

      𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎.     𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.

sporadic & low activity.     inbox is always open. plotting is preferred but not necessarily required.

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nsfw is not placed under a read more.     engage at your own discretion!      𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

[bunnyhotel]

[pillowgraveyard]

[reinasof]

ur full of yourself tbh

you would be too if you were beautiful and interesting

[laurapetrie]

She lived in a little enchanted circle of beauty and romance.

Anne of Windy Poplars (via pinkballerinas)

[beermosa-deactivated20160316]

Do you ever just wanna sit in someones lap and straddle them but not even in the sexy way, in the I just wanna wrap myself around you and lay my head on your shoulder with my face pressed against your neck you kinda way

[ao3commentoftheday]

Character development doesn't refer to character improvement in a moral or ethical respect. It refers to broadening the audience's understanding of that character, giving the character a deeper background, clearer motivations, a unique voice.

Developing a character is about making them seem more like a real person, and real people are flawed. Real people make mistakes. They repeat mistakes. They do things other people don't agree with. Real people are more than just 'good' or 'bad' and character development is about showing all of those other aspects of them.

Their interests and hobbies. The song that gets stuck in their head. The fact that their vacuum broke 3 months ago and they haven't gotten it fixed yet. All of those details help build out the character and develop them more.

And yes, characters change as stories progress but that doesn't mean they get 'better' in a strict moral sense. It means that their experiences change the way they interact in the world you've written for them. Just like real people do.

[roachandrenfri]

The feminine urge to bite things you find attractive.

[seizasa]

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

[kosmaks]

[selfher-a-deactivated20231003]

someone (let's not say riley cross, professional goodie two shoes) does an Aladdin's Genie to Nubia. wishes her free and happy, etc. what happens.

           ━━   ♡  @incubabe​​      /      unprompted .

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋      be  a  sign  of  mockery ,  a  game  that  they  don’t  want  to  play .      beneath  the  surface  of  the  illusioned  skin  /  flesh ,  right  there ,  a  boiling  begins .      had  the  creature  any  true  trace  of  physical  humanity ,  there  no  doubt  would  be  a  tantrum  thrown ,  words  screamed ,  objects  thrown      —      but  there’s  only  a  look  of  something  like  despair  that  just  reaches  the  sharp  razors  of  eyes ,  almost  animalistic .      their  feminine  lips  easing  downward  into  a  deep  frown  and  the  aura  around  the  creature  into  something  sinister .      upper  lip  curls  into  a  snarl  now ,  fingers  digging  deep  into  the  palms  of  their  hands .      their  tone ,  normally  something  lighthearted  /  playful ,  now  low  and  echoing  around  their  given  space ,  bouncing  off  every  movement ,  deep  and  inhuman      !      ❛❛    You  dare  mock  what  I  am      ?    ❜❜      the  sound  bounces  within  the  confined  space      —      this  is  not  a  joke ,  and  they  know  it  as  such .      much  to  Nubia’s  disgust ,  they  can  feel  the  genuine  intentions  behind  the  initial  wish      :      to  set  them  free  and  to  be  happy .

what  a  foolish  bunch ,  mortals  were .      unaware  of  their  existence  and  what  that  entails      —      𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋      into  this  miserable  rock  doesn’t  even  amount  to  a  speck  of  dust ,  where  it  matters .      to  wish  Nubia  free ,  to  wish  her  happiness  and  blessings      :      what  an  absolute  waste  of  breath      !      a  fruitless  endeavor ,  one  that  had  no  sense  for  the  creature  for  it  wouldn’t  do  much  good  to  begin  with .      ❛❛    You  miserable  cretin      :      I  am  bound  to  this  existence  just  as  a  mere  human  is  to  the  very  soil  they  walk  on ,  the  very  air  they  breathe .      No  amount  of  wishing  will  ever  change  that ,    ❜❜      the  previous  Djinn  that  cursed  the  initial  their  body  belonged  to      (    the  human  that  Nubia  was  borne  from    )      made  certain  of  that  arrangement .      not  even  to  be  considered  a  soul  in  limbo ,  but  rather  one  that  had  no  final  destination .      to  be  set  ‘free’  would ,  in  theory ,  scramble  their  consciousness  and  make  the  creature  lose  their  mind .      without  explanation  or  further  context ,  the  illusion  slow  breath  leaves  the  creature’s  body ,  as  if  though  it  needed  to  breathe      :  

          ❛❛    He  thought  he  was  being  funny .    ❜❜

[meimihaneoka]

[selfher-a-deactivated20231003]

" stop this, " lips were pursed as claws caught around katja's wrist, pulling her arm away from her maw. still keeping it in his grip so that she wouldn't go back to gnawing on herself, he procured a small bag of what appeared to be jerky with his free hand. " here, try this. it might... make it better? it's smoked gargoyle meat. " creatures he tended to hunt in his youth, their flesh had always scratched a particular itch... she was of different origin, but what did he have to lose by trying?

          ━━   ♡  @hellguarded​​      /      unprompted .

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃      underneath  the  burning  weight  of  their  existence      :      she’s  not  entirely  sure  what  to  make  of  the  physical  contact  until  the  action  is  heartily  dulcified  the  offering .      never  once  had  she  encountered  such  a  thing  as  gargoyle  meat      —      but  something  in  her ,  something  primal  /  ancient ,  all  but  hones  in  on  the  sustenance .      the  burning  flesh  of  her  own  arm ,  the  smell  of  rot  and  sulfur  wafting  in  the  nose  like  a  maggot-filled  corpse      (    not  the  good  kind ,  either    )      is  now  moved  away ,  forgotten  as  Katja  tilts  her  head  curiously .

eyeing  the  offering  like  any  canine  would      :      with  brimming  curiosity  and  a  need  to  sniff .      keeping  the  animalistic  ferocity  that  threatens  to  all  but  burst  is  a  valiant  effort  on  her  end—      ❛❛    Is …  it  good      ?    ❜❜      eyes  all  but  filled  with  riveting  attentiveness .      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 ,  𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 ,      as  far  as  she  can  remember  anyway .      the  texture  is  exactly  how  he  described      :      nobody  the  wiser  would  assume  this  was  anything  else  other  than  regular  jerky ,  but  the  particular  scent      (    that  only  their  sort  could  pick  up  on    )      gave  it  away  completely .      Katja  is  in  awe      —      she  doesn’t  know  much  /  doesn’t  know  what  questions  to  ask ,  but  one  is  clear  enough  as  her  gaze  starts  back  to  the  other      :      ❛❛    Does  it  help …  a  lot      ?    ❜❜      she  doesn’t  exactly  give  him  a  chance  to  answer ,  not  really ,  because  she’s  already  taking  a  bite .

          it  certainly  is  a  lot  better  than  her  own  flesh ,  that’s  for  certain      !

[chizuu-deactivated20200817]

this is a pro-robots blog

i believe that robots and AI won’t become evil overlords, but genuinely helpful in taking jobs that are dangerous to humans, as well as assisting the disabled and elderly. and a lot of other stuff. fuck dude i just love robots, please be nice to robots they are our beautiful artificial children

[cicatriicem-deactivated20231103]

Cheek kissy for Fox, from Ode!

Well, this is surprising! The soldier turns his head carefully as to not knock off the little fae by his shoulder (he's already done it a few times, riddled with guilt each time thereafter) to make eye contact beneath the mask. He always imagined fairies to be tinkerbell-sized, but Ode was significantly bigger (this did not mean she was large, by any means).

He shakes his shoulders to indicate laughter, before leaning carefully to brush the other's cheek (more like her entire face, given their size difference) with the nose of his mask.

[❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)]"Thank you, little one!"

KISSES. [2/5]

[cicatriicem-deactivated20231103]

❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food / Ode to Fox pls (: [ from the Loud & Deafening Silence meme ]

(inspired by this scene from ERASED/BDGIM)

Food... No one has ever made him food before. It's a nice feeling, knowing that someone is waiting for him at "home." The only food he was ever prepared was either MREs or the sludge he had as a child; scraps, just to survive - he'd killed just to live. He can only stare at the food presented before him; a complete breakfast. With each blink of his eyes beneath the mask, he saw flashes of each of the meals he's been prepared in his life... nothing like this.

He's frozen for a moment, as his eyes water and tears slip down his cheeks without so much as a sound, nor any other expression except dumbfounded. He's grateful for his mask right now. So very, very grateful. He's having a hard time distinguishing reality from past - but the smell of homecooked food grounds him.

He sits himself down, slowly picking up the utensils, and turns to the small fairy. He has to protect her. He can't let anything happen to her. Nothing.

[...]"...Thank you. I'll enjoy this. I really... really will."

LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE.

[lykaiia]

❛ what are you thinking about today? ❜ - from Katja :)

     "For starters, I'm thinking about the grown-ass adult who threw a tantrum in the cafe this morning because they ran out of her favourite coffee syrup." Based on her reaction alone, one would think the world was ending. "She was yelling so loud it nearly gave me a headache. Watching her face turn red was extremely funny, though."

    But that probably wasn't what she had in mind—or maybe it was—so she continues with, "I'm also thinking about whether or not I take on this latest client to come through my door. Took him out for lunch, as I always do, but his request seemed...odd. He can wait a day or two." She shrugs.

     "What are you thinking about today?"