CURRENT STATUS: life is chaos, so I will be low/sporadic activity
Hello! My name is Nysus(they/them), and this is my mobile Rules / Guidelines for interacting! If you're interested in writing with me, I do ask that you give these a look through before messaging/interacting with me. I'm a disabled writer, and I appreciate anyone that takes the time to do so!
-> You can also find me on @nysusmuses, where I RP Stranger Things characters and verses
MUSE LIST -> here!
Quick facts:
ADULT ONLY - MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. Mun is 30+ and writes content by and for adults and is in no way intended for minors. if you are under the age of 18+, look away. I prefer only to interact with 21+.
20+ years writing experience on various platforms
Extremely Selective (while I'm in the process of making this blog at least- but feel free to message!)
Multiship, Multi-verse, Crossover and AU friendly
Content will be tagged: "__ tw" feel free to ask me to add a new tag if I've missed something! I'm happy to adjust
Ship-friendly & smut-friendly, but there will also be horror, gore, and some roleplay of the darker elements of humanity on this blog. There will be DD/DNE content on here, it will be tagged "dddne tw" and under a cut. Engage with caution.
DNI List: Minors or anyone under the age of 21+, bigots, antis, anyone who uses AI, transphobes, ect. I am trans and will not interact with any HP roleplayers. Please respect this.
f.ree pa.lastine, trans rights are human rights, fuck fas.cism, fuck I.CE, fuck T/rump, and fuck J/KR, and fuck AI, too.
heavily affiliated with @moonbeammuses / @strangerdaanger - threads with them will not be queued and will always be prioritized // Moon is my irl bestie and roommate, I cannot recommend them more highly
mains: @alwaysthegdbabysitter - threads with these folks are unlikely to be queued // Luke is super awesome and we chat ooc a lot! Highly recommend anyone I add hereš
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Plotting
Currently under heavy construction, but (if one exists) please read up on my characters on their bios before reaching out. Yes, even canon characters! Even if you are familiar with their canon, my interpretation may differ from yours or others. Feel free to send memes or starters/asks my way but if you want to continue them, we will probably need to plot. For plotting, hmu with an ask/DM! I only ask that you please come to me with some sort of idea so it's not all on me to come up with something.
Writing
I am mostly novella or multi-para, I write from third person perspective, but I don't mind writing with people whose style/length may not match mine perfectly. I never expect someone to match my length, but I do ask that you give me something for my character to REACT to. Each thread is part of it's own universe and does not interact with other threads unless previously discussed and agreed upon by all writers. Multi-fandom, multi-universe, duplicate, and OC friendly. I also like short and silly threads, too!
I will not roleplay with anons.
Shipping
Multi-ship, queer, trans, and polyamory friendly!
I am willing to write more than one muse in a ship, just know if both are in a thread at the same time, they are gonna riff off each other. I don't typically write hetero-passing ships except with a few very specific people, but otherwise I'm pretty open. If you areĀ ONLYĀ interested in my muse for shipping purposes, we will more than likely not be compatible as partners, as I wish to explore other things(as much as I love shipping). That said, if youĀ areĀ interested in shipping, let me know! I am usually up for it.
I will write smut, under the tag "naughty tw" (tunglr sucks so I can't use the usual four letter tag, sorry!), am willing to move to discord if you prefer, but only if we've written/talked extensively.
Tags & Triggers
I have a few triggers due to PTSD and other disabilities I would like kept in mind. While I have nothing against anyone writing these in other threads, I ask that you please respect my boundaries and tag it. If any are ignored and brought up in a thread without warning or left untagged, I will unfollow and not continue interacting. Nothing personal, just gotta protect my own mental health.
My personal triggers; (note: I may write these, but only after private discussion with my writing partners)
Car accidents (especially visual or audio... do NOT bring these up in threads without previous consent, it has sent me into a depersonalization episode before) I ask that you tag "car accident tw" or even just "car accident"
Tokophobia (fear of pregnancy, childbirth, babies) I ask that you tag either "tokophobia" or "pregnancy tw"
Standard ones- graphic rape, self-harm, suicide, drug use, and cancer
I amĀ alwaysĀ willing to tag things. If you have a specific trigger, feel free to send me an ask/DM with how you want me to tag that trigger in the future, and I will happily do it. As someone with C-PTSD, I really do understand how quickly something like that can completely derail a person. Listed below are some triggering content you may see on this blog(aside from standard ones) and how I will tag them:
A/B/O verses - "abo tw"
torture - "torture tw"
murder - "murder tw"
Dead Dove content - "dddne tw"
Dos & Don'ts
DO:
Message me to plot! Reach out! Send memes and asks and all sorts of goodies, so long as we're mutuals!
If we are not mutuals, you can still send character asks and send an ask to see if I would be interested in RPing- there is a chance I missed you following me, or have not had time to look over your blog. I will give anyone's blog a look over, and even if I'm not up for stuff, I won't ever be mean about it. :)
DO NOT:
Do NOT lie to me about your age- I am only willing to RP with those 21+
Use any of my writing to train AI, do not use AI in threads with me. If you use AI at all, just please DNI.
Assume my character knows yours, even if they have history in canon. Anything pre-established needs to be communicated so we can be certain we are on the same page.
Godmodding. Do not assume the actions of my characters. If you're trying to move the thread along, you canĀ askĀ if it's alright if you have my muse do something and only if I consent is it then okay. If I agree and something about how it is written still seems off, I ask that you work with me, otherwise the thread will end, and I may not feel inclined to write with you again.
Force shipping- if you are interested in shipping, talk to me. Assuming I want to ship, or stating in a thread our muses have a romantic past is not okay. Unrequited crushes are fine tho, so long as you understand that unless we've communicated about it, that crush will remain unrequited, or I may have my character outright reject yours to redirect the thread(which- again- is fine).
Guilt tripping- I have mental illnesses which prevent me from functioning sometimes. Don't try and pressure me to reply (a reminder once is fine, but please don't pester me).
Hate on mine or others muses, or interpretations of muses.
No hate will be acknowledged on this blog. Any hate messages I receive will be deleted and no mention of it will be made.
Try and roleplay with me via anon. As I cannot check rules, I don't feel comfortable writing with people on anon.
Following & Unfollowing
I do not auto-follow. I only follow after looking at someone's blog- reading their rules and about to ensure compatibility. If I cannot read yourĀ rules page at least, I will not follow. I do have vision issues, so if you message me and are interested in roleplaying, I may ask you to send me a copy of your rules and about in a text document so I can read them over before deciding. I may not know your muse/series, in which case, I would not follow. If you are still interested and willing to work with my lack of knowledge, I may be up for something, feel free to shoot me an ask! :)
I unfollow if any of my rules are broken, or if we just have not written... among other reasons. Sometimes I'll unfollow just because tumblr is being a dick, so if you think I unfollowed you on accident, please send me an ask. If I unfollowed you for a reason that is not supremely obvious, I will usually offer an explanation. I am willing to try and work through some things.
Anything Else?
Thank you so much for reading my rules! I know it was a lot, but it is all really important to me. I think rules and guidelines are really important so that all parties know what is expected upfront. We can't all be compatible after all, and no one can know everything without communication... so feel free to shoot me a message and we'll talk.
Melt Into Me
i want to forget. just help me forget. - Mack to Jason
āā¦Dunno if thatās the healthiest way to copeā¦ā
Not that he was judging. Lord knew Bruce Wayne and every one of his little birds were the kings and queens of poor coping methods. Jason at least made the effort to see a therapist once in a whileāfar more than could be said for the others. But now wasnāt the time to lecture Mack on shit like that (not that he would anyways). Not when they were straddling him on the couch, pressing soft kisses to his lips, one hand trailing down his chest.
Still. He took that hand in one of his, holding it in place. Cupped her cheek with his other hand and pulled back just enough that he could look her in the eyes. Checking in before allowing this to go any further. āYou sure?ā His voice was soft, but not patronizing. āIām not saying no, I just wanna make sure youāre not gonna regret this later.ā
Because he could feel all those nasty, negative emotions of theirs. The guilt and the shame and the pain. He could also feel the desire. If this was what they wanted, if it was what they needed, he would give it to them.
Mack's head felt so fucked up. There was so much weighing on them, crushing them. The memories were loud today. Amplified by a little number on the calendar that has been inching ever closer, doggedly chasing after Mack as they ran from it, ignoring and distracting until the days finally caught up.
They'd tried to ignore it. To pretend it wasn't bothering them, but Mack had been a tangled mess of tension all day, and by the time the sun was setting...
"I want to forget. Just help me forget."
Such a selfish thing to ask, guilt and shame tangled with the grief within them even as they kissed him. Jason... a man who had been saving her from the moment they met, in so many ways. Yet she always demanded more- getting into trouble, running off, acting out, picking fights...
... it was no wonder they refused to let them see her.
Mack made a small sound against his lips, hand trailing down his chest before Jason's hand settled over it. Held in place, Mack opened her eyes, letting them be parted as she leaned into his touch. She could feel his uncertainty, a flicker of the same desire she felt beneath it.
āYou sure?ā His voice was soft, without being patronizing. āIām not saying no, I just wanna make sure youāre not gonna regret this later.ā
Mack looked at Jason for a long moment, considering the question. They had never done anything like this. Didn't even know if it would work- if they would be any good, or... or if Jason would want them. Especially like this.
Mack was a tangle of fucked up emotions, and they probably looked like shit- hair messy from pushing their fingers through their hair, tired eyes from barely sleeping, makeup smudged over red-rimmed eyes from tears they'd hidden behind bathroom doors time and again.
She wanted her first time- especially her first time with him- to be special. Mack wanted to be something worth wanting, worth having...
Today was the anniversary of her family ending, and her hands were dripping with blood.
Dark eyes fell to her own hand as shame filled her. Fingers curling in Jason's shirt beneath his hand, she almost said 'no', but stopped. She was never going to have that perfect moment. She was never going to be something worth having. But...
... fuck, she just wanted to be had. Wanted to feel, to know what it was like- to imagine that Jason could look at her and see something worth... worth wanting.
"I w... I want a lot of things," she said quietly, cheeks burning as she refused to look up. Mack wanted to feel him. To know, and be known inside and out. Wanted Jason to hold the ugly, bleeding thing that was her heart and press a kiss to it. "Too many things," she continued. "Things I- things I... things that I know I don't... that I'll never deserve," he bottom lip trembled, before she bit down on it.
"I know... I'm sorry," she corrected, voice quiet in the air between them. "I've always been a selfish person." She looked up, expression complicated.
"I want you... to want me," she confessed, blinking back tears she refused to let fall. "I've always just wanted someone to choose me, and- and I know you didn't, I know... I know it's just this... this bond thing," she mumbled, squirming a bit on his lap. "... but I want to... to pretend," she spoke quietly, cheeks burning. I want to pretend you'd still choose me, they thought desperately. "Y-you don't have to if you don't want to," she said. "But, um... I heard it feels good, s-so maybe, um, even I could- could-" she stammered, confidence swirling down the drain as she stared at their hands instead of his face.
(HEAVY cw: stalking, mental illness, torture, murder, obsession, drug use, brainwashing, and more)
NAME: Tobias Barlow (FC: Alex Pettyfer)
ORIENTATIONS: Cis Man (he/him), Pansexual, Gray-Aromantic (obsessive), open to polyshipping with plotting, Alpha(in ABO verses), verse switch
SPECIES: Homo Superior (x-gene mutant)
POWERS: Increased strength, speed, stamina, and endurance. He has pale ram horns, and increased defense against blunt/bludgeoning damage.
STORY: Tobias was institutionalized at a young age. He'd presented early as an Alpha- freakishly so. He was angry all the time, constantly lashing out and fighting. He thrilled at pain- his own and others- and he ended up wracking up a criminal record so fast, no one really fought to keep him out of there when the time came.
But he wasn't helped. They were experimenting on him even before his mutation woke, and after that, he was just transferred somewhere with better security. His stay there was Hell, and they brainwashed him with torture and stories of soulmates, purpose, and destiny. Eventually, he was able to break out.
Since then, he has become obsessed with finding his soulmate, and often stalks whoever he thinks might be "the one". He had killed in the past, when his stalking got him in real danger, or when someone got too close to "his one"ā¦ but they never are the one, so he just vanishes- disappearing to a new town
mun note: I use Tobias as a side character/villain in other threads. Generally speaking, he will only ever be shipped in a romantic way with @moonbeammuses 's Wolfe. Tobias is the kind of character to latch on and imagine a romance between himself and his victims, this does NOT mean I want to write an actual ship. If you want to ship with him, I prefer a thread start with that intention. If you want him to stalk your muse and do a toxic ship, I might be open to that, but only with significant plotting and communication.
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GOTHAM VERSE: Tobias Barlow ended up in Arkham Asylum at a young age after several run-ins with the law, the last of which ended in the brutal murder of someone with mob ties. Rather than kill him off, they saved face and toss him in a forgotten cell in the dark hallways of screaming madmen. Instead of losing himself to despair, Tobias embraced the chaos. Regularly getting into fights, he spends more time in isolation than almost any other "patient".
Tobias is being treated for intermittent explosive disorder, ADHD, and Bipolar 1ā¦ Or, well, that it what it says on his paperwork. Instead, Doctor Hugo Strange has been experimenting on him by inducing rage episodes, often leaving him in rooms with other patients to "observe". Like gasoline to a fire, his mental health problems have only gotten worse with time.
NOVASTELLA, a medieval fantasy ABO VERSE: Tobias was raised on the streets- an orphan and a rogue, he fed himself by feeding pockets, and when he was big enough, robbing. Volatile and temperamental, it surprised no one when he presented Alpha at a very young age. Eventually his troublemaking drew too much attention, and a bounty was put on his head.
The lack of ties to any family or friends meant that when he was captured, there was no one to defend him, and it wasn't long before he was bound for the hangman's noose. At the last minute, someone stepped in and purchased the criminal. A mysterious hooded figure with enough coin to have others turn their heads.
Once chained in a dungeon deep in the forests, the hooded figure revealed himself- a young man, with sharp eyes and pierced ears grinned at him in the most unnerving of ways. Forced to drink potion after potion and tortured for many moons, Tobias felt himself begin to change. Eventually, the chained came undone and he was shoved out, stumbling and weak, a few whispered words his only parting guidance. "My creation, my monsterā¦ I will be watching. Make me proud."
important info: Tobias was subjected to Regin's experimental fae magic. It altered him and unlocked a special Feral spirit- a spirit which Regin can take control of. Tobias is essentially bound to serve Regin; he can be commanded from any distance. There is a way to break the control, but Regin is banking on Tobias being too much of a monster to ever be cared for, or to care for another.
// okay so I still need to do more bios and make graphics and such, but I think I'm at the point where I feel comfortable following people. still not gonna make a promo until it's further along, but ye š
NAME: Killian (FC: Robin Shou) (art credit to starbrew and aniikann)
ORIENTATIONS: Nonbinary Man(he/they/it), Pansexual, Aromantic, Polyamorous. (ABO optional: Feral Alpha -Ā Dragon.) Verse Dom.
AGE: verse dependent; most threads will typically have him appear to be mid 20s-early 30s
MUTATIONS:
Physical- Naturally blood red hair, black sclera with red irises, pointed ears, and sharp claws he keeps painted red.
Abilities- Energy and impact absorption. Damage reduction, increased energy. Increased speed, agility, acrobatics, and strength.
Weapons Mastery- can master any mundane weapon within moments while actively threatened. Heat and cold resistance, burn immunity.
PERSONALITY: Killian is a high energy, hyper competitive, and entirely Dominant young man. He's well-intentioned, but pushy and demanding. He's impatient and aggressive, but he has a strict moral code he follows.
STORY: Focus was always a struggle, for Killian. In school, he would get antsy and bored, and end up hopping around or causing chaos in one way or another. It was such a problem, it lead to problems with teachers and other staff. On top of that, he kept picking fights. Something about it was just such a rush- and after a day stuck sitting at a desk all day, he was practically itching for it by lunch. This eventually ended him in juvenile detention, where his ADHD was first diagnosed. Of course, it didn't net him much help at the time with his mental health, but at least he had context.
His mutation presented at the same time as his dynamic did. The event was ugly, and he tries to keep his anger in check as best as possible to never repeat it. Afterwards, they moved him to a place he'd never been. It was hard at first, but being Feral gave him access to a lot of resources he didn't have before. It took a few years longer for him to get a hold on his anger enough to be with the general public, but with help, he got there. Now he's a young Feral Alpha on his own, making a life for himself.
extra notes: He runs hotter than humans, and so burns a lot of calories. He likes sweets, and calorie-dense food. He snacks a lot. He exercises regularly to help burn off extra energy.
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NOVASTELLA VERSE(fandomless fantasy ABO)
NAME: Killian (FC: Robin Shou)
ORIENTATIONS: Nonbinary Man(he/they/it), Pansexual, Aromantic, Polyamorous. (optional: Feral Alpha -Ā Dragon.) Verse Dom.
AGE: verse dependent; most threads will typically have him appear to be mid 20s-early 30s
SPECIES: Dragon - Domain :Ā FairĀ Competition, Single-Combat Battle, and Motivations
STORY: Killian is a dragon whose domain presented before he was even old enough to form real intelligent thoughts. It was all emotion, all roiling within the young dragon and driving him to grow faster, get bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, more moreĀ more-
Nothing was ever enough. Every day he would train from the moment he woke until the moment he collapsed exhausted in bed to improve. He wanted to be the best of all dragons. And to accomplish that goal, he trained in every way he could: learning every fighting art he could, mastering every weapon and learning to wear and be mobile in any armor. He learned defense, strategy... even magic. Mastering flame and lightning, he can imbue his weapons and armor with the elements for a nasty surprise, but will only use them if his opponent is also versed in battle magicks.
Mortal conflicts hold little interest for him, generally speaking, but every now and then one will draw his attention. Because of their fragility, he will never challenge a mortal. If challenged, he will only fight them bare-handed and without magic. When a mortal's actions impress him(through battle with another, or by challenging him directly), he can choose to bless them with good health and gifts of magically-infused weapons, so that they may continue their fight.
Blessings from Killian areĀ extremelyĀ rare, and highly respected by any who recognize them.
NAME: Sam Whelan (AKA: Sammy Smiles) (FC: Josh Stewart)
AGE: 30's-40s
ORIENTATIONS: Cis Man(he/him), Bisexual, Demiromantic, Open to polyship, would need to be plotted. Switch Top.
STORY: Raised with three brothers, a mother and a father, Sam lost them all, over time. His father to illness when he was young, his brothers to a foolish war, and his mother to grief after the loss of three of her sons. His brothers names were: Jonathan, Edmund, and William. His father's name was Jonathan as well, and his mother's name was Samanthaā¦ he tries not to think of them.
After the loss of his family, he wandered and ended up working as a hitman for the Irish mob mostly with the intention of joining his family, partially just to feel something again. He was the best in the business, and one day found he justā¦ he couldn't keep killing. Informing the mob boss he was quitting didn't go well, but he had nothing to hold over him, and every person or team he sent after the man returned with their kneecaps shot out.
Due to his lack of expression, he earned the nickname "Sammy Smiles" while in the mobā¦ a name which he loathes. A subdued man of few words and little expression.
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SUPERNATURAL VERSE: The last of the Whelan Clan, Sam's family was all murdered in the war against an infamous family of vampires. Learning after their deaths that they had been a well-known family of hunters, Sam was taken in by another hunting "family". Though really, they were more like a gang, than anything. After Sam learned more of their methods of extortion, bribery, and cutting deals with demons, Sam went rogue, leaving their ranks.
Sam is unaware that he has a twin brotherā¦ only the Irishmen of the East Coast are aware, and they never told himā¦ his twin brother was stolen away as an infant and raised by the very family which killed his own. Sam never quite catches up with that family of vampires, and the reasonā¦ is because his brother watches him. His brother knows, and warns the others, ensuring they are always a few steps ahead of him at all times.
NOVASTELLA (a medieval fantasy ABO verse): Sam is an Alpha raised in the farmlands outside of Gotham, whose family was called to war. Too young to fight at the time, he watched his brothers go to their deaths and cared for his father as he too died.
He left to retrieve the bodies of his fallen brothers, and while he was gone tragedy struck once more, and his Omega sister was taken by a gang of Alphas. Not long after, the body of a girl was foundā¦ unrecognizable, it was presumed to be his sister. Stricken with grief, he lost his mother soon after. Heartbroken and unable to care for the farmland on his own, he sold it for some coin and set out for Gotham.
Losing himself in the criminal underbelly of Gotham, Sam grew from an awkward farm boy to the best assassin coin could buy. Leaving that life behind when he tired of the violenceā¦ was not so easy. He is currently on the run from both the city, and the men who run it's darkest streets.
NAME: Haruki (FC: Felix Turem) (art credit: duckyora on piccrew)
ORIENTATIONS: Nonbinary Man(he/they), Androsexual, Panromantic, Polyamorous. Top- leaning switchy verse.
SPECIES: Kitsune (fox shapeshifter)
POWERS: Shapeshifting, Illusions, Animal Form (black fox), Feral Form (Dire Vulpine), Increased Strength, Agility, and Flexibility.
APPEARANCE: Haruki is- in reality- much smaller than he appears. He shifts to make himself taller and broader to look more wolf-like: 6'1", broad build. In reality he is closer to 5'7", with fit, lean muscles, and covered in many scars. He has some facial hair, but only on his chin and upper lip. Because he is a shapeshifter, they can either have fox ears or human ears. Sometimes his fox ears will appear without his meaning to- especially when he's surprised or upset in some way.
OTHER: Romance has never been a real interest of his, but he isn't opposed to it. Commitment? Is another. The concept of being tied down to any one place, person(s) feels restrictive to him. That said, he was raised by a loving, devoted pack, so if he does commit, he would be a dedicated and doting partner. In his own way.
STORY: At a young age, Haruki was attacked and nearly killed by a bear. He was saved and then adopted by a pack of werewolves, who cared for him like one of their own. Raised among them, the young fox learned how to fight and hunt, how to protect his clanā¦ and eventually, earn a real place amongst them.
Haruki wishes more than anything he had been born a wolf, and often tries to compensate by being more aggressive or combative. Eventually, Haruki left the wolves to explore on his own, intent on learning more about the world and himself. He knows he would always be welcome home at any time, and often returns to visit his found family.
ABO: Haruki, like most foxes, is a Gamma(changes designation based on various factors). Haruki has the unique ability to control his presentation, and usually chooses to present as Alpha, though occasional slips into Gamma state or Omega do happen, especially the longer he goes without taking a break from presenting Alpha.
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MUTANTVERSE
POWERS: Shapeshifting(fox form), heightened senses, claws, fangs, improved nightvision, mild illusionā¦ he also has fox ears and a tail.
STORY: One of Mack's gang of misfits, Haruki ended up joining after escaping a mutant fighting ring. He is feisty and eager to fight, but only for the right reasons. That said, he isn't exactly a loner, and sometimes Mack could get too into her own head, so Haru rarely did more than crash at their dump every now and again when he was not needed. Instead, Haru goes out often, though only to mutant-only spacesā¦ unless, of course, he was looking for a fight.
NAME: Malachite (FC: Adam Lambert)
AGE: equivalent to late 20's-early 30's
ORIENTATIONS: Trans Nonbinary Man(they/he), Pansexual, Panromantic, Polyamorous
RACE/CLASS: Tiefling Bard - chaotic good
PERSONALITY: Malachite is a wandering soul that loves and flirts freely and openly. He's a playful romantic that loves storytelling, music, and art.
STORY: Malachite travels far and wide gathering stories, crafting tales, and playing the ballads of old. He plays the lute, sings, and dances. He was entirely an unserious person, right up until he was kidnapped. Now with a neat little bug crawling around his brain, they try and keep things light, even when, perhaps, he shouldn't.
While they are chaotic, goodness is at the center of every decision. Malachite likes to leave people with wonder, not horror, but if they're backed into a corner they can't charm their way out of, they're comfortable and formidable in a fight. Malachite is best with a bow and arrow, but in a pinch, he's also wicked with the shiny daggers he keeps tucked in various places on his person.
mun note: I don't have icons for him. I lost his 200+ hour playthrough on accident one day, and haven't been able to make myself play through it all again. Would love to write him though!
"You do look quite fetching in that cravat, I must say. Go on then, keep it. I'm sure you'll end up with more reason to wear it than I will, being retired and all." - Stede, happy to be a good step dad not-in-law lmao
"thank you, stede. it really is a wonderful change to feel something this soft against my skin again. ever since i ended up on the warlock i've been wearing nothing but rough linens and simple crew clothes, so this silk is an absolute dream."
he looked down at the elegant fabric, feeling a sudden, complicated pang in his chest. dressing like this again brought a heavy wave of old memories from loch nora, reminding him of strict royal duties and his father's suffocating expectations. but he quickly shook the tension away, reminding himself that the clothes don't make the man. just looking at the older man in front of him proved that. absolutely no one would ever look at stede bonnet in his bright velvets and delicate laces and expect him to be a pirate captain, yet here he was.
"honestly, looking at everything you have in here, i think you might actually have more clothing in this wardrobe than i did back home," steve added with a light chuckle, running a thumb over the fine silk. "and that's coming from a crown prince," he added, truly finding it amusing.
"i really appreciate you doing this for me. hearing eddie and ed out there on the deck trying to navigate the whole bonding thing has me a bit on edge. letting you fuss over my clothes is a very welcome distraction from all that heavy stuff."
Stede smiled over at the other. Ed's son's soulmate... and a Prince, at that! Or was it King, now? Either way, he knew the man wasn't overly fond of his royal ties. Steve was a lovely young man, and seemed perfectly suited for young Edward. Though, perhaps that's just how it was, with soulmates? He wasn't sure. Stede had not met a pair of soulmates before meeting the two of them.
"I'm so glad to hear that," he said sweetly. "I myself have known times where rough linens and ill-fitted boots were the standard affair," he sighed wistfully. "Fortunately, since retiring with Ed, we've managed to find something a bit more balanced, I think. Though... I'll always love the touch of a good fabric," he mused, fingers brushing over the nicer clothes he had hanging in his closet. "Ed likes it too, but they don't tend to stay pristine too long, when he wears them." Stede chuckled. "I've lost more than a few pairs of good trousers to his whimsy. The madman." Stede said with clear affection in his eyes.
Stede laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled over at Steve. "If you think this is bad, you should have seen the auxiliary closet I had on The Revenge, back when she was mine," he grinned, remembering that first meeting with Ed. He'd been so sweet and charming, Stede hadn't even considered that he might be Blackbeard. Silly to think of it now, considering.
"I've always been a bit of a clothes horse," he confessed. "Used to love getting the latest fashions, keeping up with the trends... it was my favorite part of life, before taking to the sea." Such a dreary life. Only clothes and the latest season's blooms to look forward to. "Bit wild to think I have more clothes than a literal Prince, though. Oh! Don't tell Izzy," he said suddenly, scrunching his nose. "Little arsehole won't ever let me hear the end of it if he gets wind."
Stede hummed, nodding. "Yes, well... I think they'll get on just fine," he tried to reassure, reaching out to give the man's shoulder a little squeeze. "Though... I do hope there won't be more bloodshed, getting Ed to sit still long enough for stitches is a chore, and I can't imagine young Edward is much better." He huffed a little laugh, shaking his head as he pat Steve's back, and turned back to his clothes.
"Hmm... you look lovely with red, but perhaps something lighter to go along with it? I have a lovely cream waistcoat with gold trim. Might pair well with either the crimson or cerulean coats," he mused. "I tend to lean more towards pastels, personally, but rich color suits you quite well, I think!"
// I drew her original design (left) from when I designed her at ten years old. This OC is 25 years old in real time and that is wild to me. The design on the right is one of her more recent designs and is as close to her current XMen and YYH verses as I currently have drawn up. Just some quick doodles, really.
@mrflayed // starter call response : Izzy Hands // I'm already so excited for this hahaha~
"You've got to be fucking joking," Izzy stared at the strange creature in the tank. Humanoid enough to look handsome, his scaled features and dramatic frills did enough that even if the Captain hadn't noticed the massive fucking tail on the creature, he'd have no doubt in his mind.
"He's a goddamn mermaid's what he is!" Black Pete spat out.
"Uh, merman, actually? He's got got no tits, see?" Frenchie corrected, knowingly. Izzy tried and failed not to roll his eyes.
"Right. Well, what do we... do with it? Can't exactly kill it now, can we?" Jim said, staring at the creature with clear discomfort. "Thing'll curse the fuck out of us for sure."
"I don't wanna be cursed, Boss! What do we do?" Fang asked anxiously.
Izzy sighed, raising a hand. "Alright, shut up!" He snapped, silencing the crew. He turned his attention to the creature, walking closer. It was chained in place- looking badly injured and malnourished. "Alright then, fish-man; can you speak?"
