Only if for a Night

Semi-selective multimuse, multiverse and multiship blog Please read rules before interacting. May be NSFW.

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Please reblog if you play a character who is 30 years of age or older

I don’t care if it’s an OC or a canon character, and while I play a human, I don’t care if your fandom isn’t but for the love of god, why is everyone in their twenties? Give me some mid thirties or even some fourties. Hell, throw me some silver foxes. Please.

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It’s been a while...Like a LOOONNGG while...

but I want to get back into the writing game. Who’s up for plotting/writing with Harley, since she’s my only active muse rn?

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heavenofgods

  PSA

Sorry i don’t ��

damn, well thank you anyway <:)

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PSA

If you happen to want to change your theme for a custom theme and something like this pops up

Worry not. Just do what you were normally would, copy the theme’s code and hit the update bar, but then go to the tool bar (the little gear) and click on the first tab, the search and substitute.

In the search bar, you have to put http. It will search for all links begining with http. Then on the next bar you need to put https and click on substitute all.

Make sure that all the urls are really changed and the click on save.

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Heyy, I’ve tried this and it still not working? :/ i checked over everything to make sure it was replaced, even tried multiple themes, but im still getting the same pop up. Do you know of any other solutions..?

[energctic]

me: i’m finally gonna do my drafts today me at 3:05 AM staring at my untouched drafts:

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Just as she thought she might be able to fall asleep right here with this kind woman watching over her, she heard others approaching. While they were nice enough to wrap her in blankets, Leeloo was a bit wide-eyed and apprehensive. She trembled from cold, pain, and nerves as she looked around at them all. But then Asha seemed to be trying to keep her calm, and so Leeloo supposed that all of this was alright? Maybe they were just trying to help her?

She let them move her onto something they could use to carry her and when her tears returned and her bottom lip trembled, she felt Asha take her hand again. 

It was on her face that Leeloo focused her gaze, trying to relax and not let her emotions run away with her. Not that they hadn’t already done that quite a bit today…

When Asha pointed somewhere, Leeloo tilted her head back, looking at upside-down tents and other strange buildings. Though she wasn’t certain what the woman had asked her, all she knew is that she didn’t want her to leave. Holding her hand in both of hers, Leeloo nodded to Asha that she would go, but held onto her to say… she wanted her to go too.

She jumped slightly when she was lifted up on the stretcher, but never let go of Asha’s hand. The wound in her side hurt the most. It made her wince as she was borne along, but she tried not to make any noise. They were being nice enough to try an help her, so she didn’t want to make them feel badly for it.

The group walked slowly, afraid to jostle the poor girl too much. Even so, it only took them a few minutes to arrive at Abel’s tent. To Asha’s relief, he and Felicie, His wife, were already standing outside, ready to tend to the young woman. Shooting Leelloo a comforting glance, she gave her hand a squeeze before gently pulling away to lead them inside. Felicie, of course, immediately began fretting over her. She’d done much the same to Asha when she arrived. In a very similar state, she recalled. Already she’d begun gathering blankets and insisting on making her something to eat as they sat her on the examination table.

“Felicie, leibling,” Abel began with a roll of her eyes. “I understand your concern, but I need to tend to her wounds, first. Food can wait until we know she won’t die of blood-loss.” He turned to her then, his sharp gaze running over the redhead as he mentally cataloged every gash, scratch bruise and bump. “Hold still,” he instructed as he moved towards her. Keeping to her promise, Asha quickly returned to her side. She knew just how frightening Abel could seem, especially to newcomers. “It’s alright,” Asha tried to assure, “He doesn’t look it, but he is friendly.” Abel shot her a sour look at that, but she only smiled in return. She hoped that her obvious comfort around him would keep her calm.

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Overdue hiatus announcement

As y'all have prolly noticed, i havent been on much lately. writing the lastfew monrhs has been kinda difficult and im lacking motivation-- thats not to say i dont enjoy my current threads, but outside forces have been making it difficult and i think i need to focus on real life stuff for a while. Especially since everything is in the process of a major change.

I hope to come back soon, but i honestly dunno when that'll be. if anyone wants my skype info feel free to IM me and ill add you there. Im always happy to talk with you all, even if ittakes me three years to get back to you xD;;

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darlingofthedailyplanet:

When your muse misses another, but you don’t want to bug their mun. When you miss certain threads, but don’t want to bug the other mun.

When you feel like you’re always bugging another mun…

[designcr]

reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

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[fallxnprxnce]

…but I am one, and I love roleplaying, and I’m not going to let age stop me, so bring it. XD

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Leeloo saw the other before she laid down. She honestly didn’t care. If they really wanted to threaten her, she would probably be able to fight them off to some extent if she really pushed herself hard. She listened to Asha speak to them, not really understanding what was being said. This was just such a terrible day, and she was so very tired.

The humming helped. She focused on it and found it to be very soothing. How sweet it was that this human should do something like that for her when she didn’t even know her. It made her cry even more, but in a good way. She started to calm down and relax a little.

Soon, though, Asha was trying to get her attention again. Leeloo opened her eyes and then pushed herself up, wrapping her arms around herself modestly. She pointed to the crashed ship and then to the hole in her side. Leeloo looked down at her wound and then at the crash site. Smoke rose up from it still. She understood what she was asking well enough, and it hurt to say the answer. “Envolet… maato…” she said, still staring at the site and thinking now of her friend.

Then she looked back to Asha. “Sedan hela kyla…” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. Fresh tears fell from her eyes, but then she considered that Asha did not understand her before and therefore probably didn’t now. Thinking about how to clearly convey her answer, Leeloo thought back to the last time she was awake. Things were different then. The earth looked different. So did the people. But certain things - certain symbolism - was the same across cultures. Maybe it still would be now. Lifting her hand, she dragged her index finger across her throat, a sign for someone or something being dead or killed the last time she was awake, and shook her head again.

Feeling overwhelmed once more, a pain expression came to her face and she laid back down, covering her face with her hands.

“Maata'patou… Ilo dono bayaterol…” she whimpered.

Despite the obvious language barrier, Leeloo seemed to understand what Asha was trying to say. Her response, however wasn’t something she understood. The language she appeared to speak in.. it didn’t sound familiar. At least-- not entirely.. it seemed like a mixture of several she’d come to know but.. nothing she could pinpoint directly. The forlorn expression on her face, however, was enough. Still she made a point to try and convey her meaning, dragging her finger tearfully across her own throat.

Once more the girl laid down, covering her face with her hands as she began to cry again. Asha laid her hand gently over her shoulder. She wasn’t sure what else to do just then. Glancing sadly over at the wreckage, the woman wondered if there might be a way to find her friend.. perhaps hold a proper burial. She wouldn’t try to discuss it now, though. Not when the mere thought of it seemed to trouble her so. They sat there alone for several minutes before the team of performers returned, stretcher and blankets in hand. Abelard was noticeably missing, but it was explained that he was in the process of gathering the needed tools. They would have to meet him at his tent. Once more catching Leeloo’s attention, Asha gestured for her to relax and let the other’s help her onto the stretcher. If she seemed nervous, the dancer would be quick to offer a comforting smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand. “Do you want me to come with you..?” She asked, pointing between them and the circus grounds.

[thegazingabyss666]

Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self isolate, I’ll wait.

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Flying Scarlett || Aryx/Asha

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“Oh… I am sorry. I assumed it was just that you did not want to get wet. That is why most humans dislike the rain,” he said. “Forgive me for making light of it, then.” She seemed so shy and mousy, and that bothered him a little. He could not help but wonder if there was a reason for that.

Aryx shook his head when she asked about reaching a particular street. “I do not much know the names of anything here. I am just passing through. I rarely stay in one place for very long. But if you would describe to me a landmark or something visual that would be recognizable from the sky, I could fly up and see if I can get my bearings.”

He smiled at her mention of a show, though. “So you are looking for… what, a theater? A playhouse?” he asked with curiosity. Was she a performer herself? Perhaps she is not as shy as I thought…

His apology caused her to blink in surprise and then immediately shake her head. “You’ve no need to apologize,” She told him, “I wouldn’t have expected you to know.” To her surprise, he claimed that he was new to the area as well. A wanderer, much like herself. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised but he simply looked so at home here.. then again, if he wandered often, he probably looked and felt at home just about anywhere... It hadn’t occurred to her to ask if he could spot her home from above, despite his obvious...appearance. Truthfully, now that she had considered it, she still wouldn’t have asked, thinking it rather rude. Given that he was the one offering, however..

“Ah-- neither,” She chuckled softly as she explained, “I’m actually looking for a circus. I don’t think it’s too far-- at least..I hope its not.” I do sort of have a tendency to wander off, dont I..?

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Black Beauty || Luther/Gemma

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armed-and-alxne:

“It’s nice to meet you, Gemma. I’m sure both of us would have preferred to meet under better circumstances, but… take it for what is it, right?” he said with a little smile. 

Fortunately there were not a lot of cars or trucks on the road right now. That meant he could go fast. Luther hated traffic, or even just people doing the speed limit. He’d always been a speed demon, even on the streets of San Francisco, which was pretty hard to do most of the time, given the volume of other vehicles on the roads. But besides being a bodyguard, if there was anything Luther was exceptional at, it was driving cars and motorcycles.

“Hey, now… I come up with at least three plans every damn day,” Luther insisted. “Problem is… they all suck.” He chuckled a bit and shook his head. “I guess bad plans are just as good as no plans at all, huh?”

But when she said she was going to look for an abandoned house to stay in, he sighed. “No, come on, don’t say that. Let me buy you a room for tonight. They’re real cheap in these parts. Like I said, I’ve got some cash left, and I still have a couple things I can sell, so… I’m doin’ okay. It’s the least I can do for the conversation and the company. You’re the first person in months who hasn’t automatically looked at me either like I was gonna steal somethin’, break somethin’, beat somethin’, or kill somethin’. So let me be a little nice to you as thanks for treatin’ me like a normal guy. What d'you say?”

Homeless people still had their pride. Luther knew that very well. This was the second time he’d been homeless, after all, even though the first time only lasted a couple weeks. He wasn’t trying to overstep his bounds or walk in and take over her life. He was just… grateful to have someone to talk to, to be with… even if it was only for a short motorcycle ride. Loneliness was the one thing Shelly couldn’t outrun for him…

“Depends on how bad that plan is!” She retorted with a chuckle. She felt him sigh, and already she knew she’s be in for an uphill battle. She rolled her eyes and prepared for what she knew was coming.. As predicted, he insisted she let him help by buying her a room. Claimed it was the least he could do since she’d been so hospitable to him in the first place. Truth be told, to anyone else what she’d done wouldn’t have been that special.. but she knew what it was like. More often than not she was treated just the same.

She wouldn’t deny the idea of a quiet room and an actual bed with actual  blankets wasn’t tempting.. in fact, for a moment she almost considered accepting the offer.. but she quickly came to her senses. Money was a hard thing to earn for people like them, and the fact that he had enough to supposedly buy not one but two rooms on hand.. she wouldn’t take that from him. “Really man, I’mm good! I mean.. shit, you’re givin’ me a ride! S’payment enough, trust me! Y’know how long my ass woulda sat there if y’hadn’t caught me ogglin’ yer bike?!” She said with a smirk. She shook her head, “Nah, y’go get yerself a decent meal, I’ll be alright!”

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Leeloo froze and looked up at the woman. If her intention was to hurt her, there was no way Leeloo could run away in time… or at all. Her leg hurt too much. And anyway, she didn’t seem to mean her harm. So she sat, staring at the woman, who was obviously trying to tell her something.

“A-sha…” Leeloo imitated. What was an asha? She had no idea, but whatever it was, the woman seemed to think it was important. Her eyes lowered to where the woman touched her chest, her brow furrowing for a moment. Oh, is it her name?! Leeloo’s eyes lifted to hers, more understanding showing in them now. But when it seemed the woman wanted to know her name, Leeloo frowned and started to nibble on her bottom lip.

She didn’t have a name. Not really. She had a title, a designation, a description of what she was and what her purpose would someday be, as it had been before. Leeloominaï Lekatariba Lamina-Tchaï Ekbat De Sebat was what she was. Loosely translated, it meant “precious chosen stone of the earth, defender of light and life, and the higher honor.” She was proud of what she was, but that was no proper name for anybody. Sometimes she liked to imagine that her name was only “Leeloo,” which could be a pretty little name that was like calling her “precious” or “gem” or “jewel.” It sounded more like she was a real being with parents who gave her a name, instead of a bioengineered being with only one purpose.

Well… would this woman really mind what she chose to call herself?

After a moment of hesitation, she tentatively offered what she would like to be called. “Lee-loo.”

She seemed so kind, and Leeloo was cold and sad. Her heart ached with a nearly physical pain for want of just a simple hug, and, being the impulsive and emotional creature that she was, she decided to go for it.

Leeloo inched closer to the woman, practically curling up in her lap with her arms around her midsection as she trembled not just from being cold, but from the pain and emotional stress. The tears came again, but just having someone to hug was already making her feel a little better. She of course innocently overlooked the fact that she was probably getting blood all over this poor woman’s clothing in the process…

Asha waited patiently as the girl repeated her name, seeming to test it on her tongue. A moment later, recognition flashed in her eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Now, instead, she looked troubled. A few more seconds passed before she finally spoke. “Lee-loo.” Thick brows rose in surprise. An odd name..she wondered where it came from. Offering the girl yet another gentle smile, she repeated her own actions and tested the name herself. “Leeloo.” She said. Suddenly she began to inch closer. Asha waited, watching her curiously. Before she could fully register what was going in, the girl had all but crawled into her lap, her arms wrapping tightly around her. Her eyes grew wide, surprised at just how trusting the girl seemed to be... but she didn’t pull away. Instead she returned the hug, wrapping her arms gently around her while being careful of her injuries. Suddenly, she began to cry. Asha grew stiff for a moment in panic, unsure of what to do. It’d been so long since she’d had to deal with something like this... Deciding to follow her instinct, she slowly began to hum. It’d often helped to calm the other girls on the island when they’d come to her hurt and broken, she remembered... so why would it not help her..?

From the corner of her eye, she could see a few of the other members of her family inching forward despite her shooing. She supposed it was only right. They were worried, after all. Giving a small sigh, she looked over her shoulder to the nearest one-- Yevette-- and called out softly. “Go find Abel, would you..? And a few of the others with one of the stretchers.. maybe a blanket too, shes absolutely freezing..” Giving a nod, the brunette ran off, calling out to the others, setting out to organize a rescue squad of sorts while Asha continued to offer comfort. A few more moments would pass before she finally pulled away. “Leeloo...? Leeloo..” She called softly, Much as she knew the girl was grieving, she couldn’t allow anyone else to be left that might be suffering as well.When she finally looked up to her, Asha paused, biting her lip as she tried to properly communicate.. She decided to attempt with small gestures, hoping it would register. “Was there.. anyone else with you..?” She asked, pointing between Leeloo and the wreckage with a curious gaze. “Is anyone else hurt..?” She pointed worriedly to the open wound on her side.

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Leeloo stopped as soon as she saw someone moving up ahead. Blinking several times and trying to clear her vision, she could not exactly see who it was that was approaching her. She simply stopped and waited to see what they would do, not knowing if they were friend or foe. But then the person spoke to her in a language she did not understand and she realized it was a female approaching her.

She felt somewhat obligated to answer somehow, but she had no idea what the woman had just said. Searching for words but knowing she probably would not be understood anyway, Leeloo was at a total loss. She parted her lips to say something, but nothing came out.

She was tired, she was cold, she was sad about her friend, and her wounds hurt. All in all, this had been a terrible day, and she had been awake for less than an hour. Tears welled up in Leeloo’s eyes. If she only knew where she was or knew some of the language…

“Givo’mana… mina… paknena…” she said. It hurt to speak. The wound in her side was taking its sweet time to heal. 

She felt shaky now, and unsteady on her feet. Whether it was the emotional toll the crash and loss had taken on her or the physical stress of the wounds, her legs buckles and down she went. She sat in the tall grasses, whimpering in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Covering her face with her hands, she cried. But as she did so, she chastised herself silently. Leeloo was letting her emotions get the better of her, and in this sort of situation, that could prove dangerous. Now was not the time to be crippled. Unfortunately, that advice was easier thought than taken, for her heart was screaming at her to just curl up in a ball and cry. She wouldn’t do it, though. She refused. She was stronger than this, and someday the world would need her.

She had to stay strong. She wiped her face and looked above the grasses at the woman, ready to try again with communicating with her.

The other woman seemed to freeze at the sight of her, Her expression seemed wary, as if she were afraid Asha might hurt her. A frown tugged at her lips at that. When she spoke, however, the redhead’s expression became confused. Asha wondered whether or not she had understood. She’d just begun another attempt when the girl started to cry.. and then all but collapsed into the grass.

Without another thought, she tossed caution to the wind and ran to close the distance between them, kneeling in front of her. Hesitant hands hovered over her broken form, unsure of whether or not touch would be welcomed.  A moment later, she wiped at her face, and looked up, a newfound determination in her gaze. Relaxing just a little, Asha tried to open communications again.

 “Hello,” She said again, attempting to offer a comforting smile. Not far off she could hear her fellow performers calling out to her, but she casually waved them off, afraid of frightening the poor girl further. “My name is Asha...Asha,” She placed a hand on her own chest as if to further indicate what she was trying to say. When it seemed she’d understood, she gestured gently to the other girl with a curious gaze.

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@voicesasclearasday - Divinian translations in the tags =)

Leeloo awoke inside her sarcophagus, in the dark and in pain. It had been partially crushed, and there was something very wrong with her left leg and side. She cried out in pain and fear, pushing on the lid. It barely moved, it was so heavy and damaged. “Givo’mana mina!” she yelled, but no one came. She had to do it herself. Pushing on the lid with all her might, she managed to open it a little. Wedging her feet and hands in the opening, she used her whole aching body to pry it open.

Falling out of the large metal sarcophagus, Leeloo cried even harder and shivered, looking down at herself. Her leg was all bloody and it hurt very badly, and there was a hole in her side. A jagged piece of the sarcophagus had impaled her. She put a hand over the wound and slowly stood. All around her was the wreckage of the Mondoshawan ship she was being transported in. What year it was or what the purpose for the transfer was eluded her. She usually was not briefed on such things until she awoke, and until a moment ago, she had been in a deep sleep.

She looked around at the wreckage and then up at the sky. “Awa ont selovoyet?” she whispered to herself, her brow furrowing. Suddenly, her concern moved to the pilot, the Mondoshawan who taught her everything she knew. He had been her caretaker, teacher, and friend. But when she climbed across the wreckage to his large form, she found no light there, no movement, no sign of life. “Sonoy’met paknena…” she said to him, shaking him a little. “Paknena kiba lougalino mina,” she begged, but she was already crying harder. She could tell he was dead. He had been crushed and partially melted into his seat by the force of the blast.

There was nothing she could do for him, and after a short time of mourning, Leeloo knew she had to leave him behind. She lay her hand on his shoulder. “Mo manté sedan flamta deno,” she vowed solemnly.

Leeloo had no clothes, no way of knowing who or what she might encounter, and no understanding of where she was, but she had no choice. She left the wreckage and started walking. Limping on her wounded leg and holding the wound in her side, she hoped that she could find at least a safe place to rest until she had healed. The bleeding was already slowing down, but with wounds this severe, it would be hours before she was whole again.

Walking across a field, she could vaguely see colorful buildings in the distance. Buildings? Tents? She was not quite sure what. Her head ached, so it was fair to assume that it had been struck in some way, and her vision was a tad blurry as a result. Nevertheless, it was as good a guess as any that there might be somewhere to rest inside those colorful places. So she limped towards them, keeping an eye out for any sign of danger.

Dark eyes stared heavily into a cup of black tea as normally gentle hands gripped the smooth porcelain. It’d been several days since the dancer had last slept, her nightmares having gotten worse over the last week. As such, she’d made a point of avoiding sleep, choosing large amounts of caffeine and practice over flashbacks and night terrors. It never worked, of course, but that hardly seemed to stop her. Ravi, of course, had very little trouble sleeping. Glancing over her shoulder, Asha would spot the large feline laying at the foot of her bed, his soft snores filling the tent. It seemed to be the only sound for miles...that was, until a sudden explosion shook the ground. The sound alone had sent the woman flying to her feet, her tea spilling across the wooden table in her panic. Ravi, too had awoken with alarm, his claws digging fearfully into the sheets. Unsure of the cause, Asha crept closer to the entrance of her tent, poking her head out to see. It seemed she wasn’t quite the only one. Several other members of the circus had come to see what the fuss was about...but nothing could be seen. Even so, the circus seemed to go on high alert, The strongest of its members volunteering to patrol and keep watch for anything suspicious. Asha, too, made a point to volunteer. The others seemed hesitant, knowing her past, but allowed it nonetheless. They knew she’d scout ahead with out without their permission. It was just how she was. The circus was her home and as such, she had become very protective of it. Even so, they insisted she stay close. She promised she would, only wandering a few yards away before spotting what appeared to be some sort of...wreckage further off. Before anyone could stop her, she’d rushed towards it, worry and fear all but consuming her. What if someone was trapped? What if they’d died..? She’d only made it a few feet before the sight of a woman, naked and stumbling caught her eye. At this, her blood ran cold. Even from this distance, she could tell the woman was fairly thin, and clearly injured. Blood appeared to drip from her side and down her leg and she seemed to sway dangerously from side to side... it was all too familiar a sight, and she wondered if she’d looked similar when she’d first come across the circus. Despite the urge to run, to take hold of her and question what had happened, she kept her movements slow. If this was anything like what she’d come from, then sudden movements she knew would only serve to frighten her.

“Hello..?” She called, trying to catch the young woman’s attention, “It’s alright, there’s no need to be frightened...I just want to help...My name is Asha... Can you tell me yours..?”