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letsplaybymyrules:

                                                  “Come with me,

                                                                         Into the trees,

         Let me see you stripped,

                            Down to the bone.”

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❧ Independant Multimuse OUAT Blog (Main character is Peter Pan)

❧ Nine + Years roleplay experience

❧ One + Years of Tumblr roleplays on other blogs

❧ Mun is over 21 years of age

❧ Anon and Ask RP friendly

❧ Open to all styles and lengths of RP

❧ May be NSFW or Triggering, will try to tag triggers and NSFW

❧ Mainblog is kiradeki, links to other blogs by the same mun available there.


Anonymous asked: "Sama'el took out the dark green sharpie and made a few whispy stripes on the outer edges of Spock's eyes, marking the dark red stripes on his own paler red face. "Ha. Told you you have the right face for it." (illnotbeagentleman)"

neithervulcannorhuman:

neithervulcannorhuman:

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Spock bit his lip and looked at him, his hand pressed against his side as he watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do here.

"Does it look alright?"  He asked, not able to see himself in the mirror. "I cannot tell."


Spock nodded, fascinated. He felt the faintly ridged skin of the tattoos, and tilted his head as he trailed them over the skin. He swallowed a little as he regarded him, learning the way his culture expressed their past. He wanted to know him, he wanted to read him like the book he had said that he was, learning this would solidify it for him. He bit his lip for a moment and leaned in closer, brushing his fingers over his coloured dots, his nose inches from his skin as he regarded them.

He didn’t really understand the concept of personal space, so he was there, very close, reading into whatever he could. His hands trailed over his cheeks, pausing at the dots that denoted his children.

"I am sorry for your losses." He said softly, because he felt the sadness. He didn’t know whether he was sad because of his own failings, or because he had finally learnt empathy. He supposed the former.

Sama’el lightly touched his hand to the back of Spock’s hand and leaned his cheek into the Vulcan’s inquisitive touches. “…Thank you. The sentiment is very kind, for a Vulcan. When discussing losses, your race typically just allows silence to fall over it, noting it and doing their best to not make it worse. Even the beginnings of empathy are rare.”

He took a moment, then gently guided Spock’s hand to the last stripe on that side of his face. “I’ve seen war too. The jagged end of the stripe means many of my brethren died, although none were related to me.” The alien’s tail flicked in his lap a bit. “It was an ambush on a science lab on one of the outer planets, where I was finishing up my degree in science before my son was born. The lab was ignited, and those of us that survived the blast had to retaliate and push the attackers back until we could safely evacuate. The little slant here means that during the attack, I met and bonded with my anima, Merikh.”

At the mention of his name, the black cat looked up from where he was laying, curled up on the bed behind Sama’el and yawned. “We almost didn’t make it.” The cat’s distinct, accented voice chimed in.


Anonymous asked: "Sama'el took out the dark green sharpie and made a few whispy stripes on the outer edges of Spock's eyes, marking the dark red stripes on his own paler red face. "Ha. Told you you have the right face for it." (illnotbeagentleman)"

neithervulcannorhuman:

neithervulcannorhuman:

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Spock bit his lip and looked at him, his hand pressed against his side as he watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do here.

"Does it look alright?"  He asked, not able to see himself in the mirror. "I cannot tell."


Spock nodded, turning to look at himself in the mirror. He looked darker somehow, more savage, but also more beautiful and striking. He lifted his head to gaze at him, the dark lines across his face strange in the stiffness of the paint, but glorious in in the low light. He nodded, reaching out to trace the lines on the other, the struck out ones that made something in his heart give a soft thrum in his side. Whether it was sadness or empathy he didn’t know, because he was Vulcan and he wasn’t used to that kind of emotion. He looked at him for a moment, taking in a few breaths.

"Tell me about them?" He asked softly, brushing his fingers over his markings. "Your markings." He rested his finger against the marks for his children though, clear that he was mostly interested in that. He looked down at him and then straightened his spine a little, his hands now leaving his face and folding behind his back.

Sama’el nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed behind him, his tail curling up on his lap. “Alright.” He started, brushing his near white hair away from his face to show off each of the deep red stripes. He started, as he had with Spock’s, on the inner most left stripe. “Scientist. Just like yours. Then it starts to get different.” He pointed to the next one. “Teacher.” With another shift, he pointed to the next one. “Protector.” He dropped his hand. “That’s basically my resume. I was a scientist back on my home world, then I learned how to teach the sciences, and then I was assigned to protect and aid the human race.”

He knew Spock wasn’t overly interested in that. Instead, he continued on, pointing out his life stripe. “See how my line comes down to just past my cheekbones? I’m an adult now, roughly equivalent to a human in their mid thirties. My son is placed at the center of my teenage years. I was young when he was born. His name was Aluin. And I’m sure he got teased for it a bit. It is a very feminine name, but he was such a delicate child. Bone structure like glass. He wasn’t very strong….and he got sick when he was still pretty young. He was only fifty when he died. To my kind…that’s about 11 years old.

"He lived long enough to see his baby sisters born. Nox and Nyx. They were twins…and when they were born, Aluin was in the hospital with his cold. I remember bringing them in to see him, and I sat on his bed and he climbed into my lap, and I had one arm around my baby boy, and I had my little girls in the other arm…and it was perfect. My entire family, right there. My ex-wife wasn’t there but…the breakup had been nasty and I didn’t want her there. She had given birth to my kids, sure…but she had hit Aluin pretty hard…broken his nose when she was still pregnant with the twins. So…We got a divorce and I got custody of Aluin and my girls. He died not long after that…and I was a wreak. How can you not be when you lose something that’s taken up that much of your heart?”

He took a deep breath. “Nox and Nyx were older when they died…I tell myself that it’s not my fault they’re gone…but…they went out with some friends…got drunk and tried to come home. Nox was driving, she was always the ambitious one…the go-getter, the leader. They got into a crash. Nyx didn’t make it, and Nox blamed herself for it for months…one day when I came home I found her in the bathroom with a bottle of pills…she had blamed herself. Said she should’ve just called me for a ride…the guilt was too much for her, and no matter what I tried to tell her, it didn’t help. I shouldn’t have left her alone. I know that now.”


bakubrothers:

                           “Sweet dreams are made of this…”
                                                            “I’m your boogieman, that’s what I am…”
                           “Who am I to disagree?”
                                                                            “I’m here to do whatever I can.”
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     ☁ Independent dual-muse, dual-mun, original character roleplay side-blog
     ☁ Nine+ years of roleplaying experience. (True for both muns.)
     ☁ One+ years of writing on tumblr on other blogs. (True for both muns.)
     ☁ Muns are over twenty-one years of age.
     ☁ Multi-fandom, AU, and OC friendly.
     ☁ Anon and Ask RP friendly.
     ☁ Multiverse, Multiship, and potentially NSFW/triggering. (NSFW/triggers will be tagged accordingly.)
     ☁ Open to all styles of roleplaying and thread types.
     ☁ OOC Skype(s) available upon request.
     ☁ Main blogs are kiradeki and mindfulofmymuses. You can find links there to all the muns’ other RP side-blogs. We don’t bite :3

bakubrothers:

                           “Sweet dreams are made of this…”

                                                            “I’m your boogieman, that’s what I am…”

                           “Who am I to disagree?”

                                                                            “I’m here to do whatever I can.”

      [ blog | rules | about Ankth | about Mechta | message ]

     Independent dual-muse, dual-mun, original character roleplay side-blog

     Nine+ years of roleplaying experience. (True for both muns.)

     One+ years of writing on tumblr on other blogs. (True for both muns.)

     Muns are over twenty-one years of age.

     Multi-fandom, AU, and OC friendly.

     Anon and Ask RP friendly.

     Multiverse, Multiship, and potentially NSFW/triggering. (NSFW/triggers will be tagged accordingly.)

     Open to all styles of roleplaying and thread types.

     OOC Skype(s) available upon request.

     Main blogs are kiradeki and mindfulofmymuses. You can find links there to all the muns’ other RP side-blogs. We don’t bite :3

posted 1 week ago via bakubrothers with 19 notes

Anonymous asked: "Sama'el took out the dark green sharpie and made a few whispy stripes on the outer edges of Spock's eyes, marking the dark red stripes on his own paler red face. "Ha. Told you you have the right face for it." (illnotbeagentleman)"

neithervulcannorhuman:

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Spock bit his lip and looked at him, his hand pressed against his side as he watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do here.

"Does it look alright?"  He asked, not able to see himself in the mirror. "I cannot tell."

The alien chuckled. “Like I said, the stripes all have meaning, so…yeah. It looks good. I think so, anyway.” His tail flicked, and he turned, walking around to stand beside Spock so he could see the almost tiger-like stripes on his face. “Like I said, each stripe has a meaning. See?” He lifted a hand, tracing each stripe one by one, starting with the one closest to the Vulcan’s nose on the left. “This one means scientist, because you’re from the Science division, and it’s the closest match.” He traced the one just outside that one. “This one’s young adult, it’s supposed to get longer the older you are until it trails down your throat. Spots on that one would be children, placed along from how old you were when you had them. Spots with a slash are children who’ve passed…that’s why your stripe’s unbroken, and mine isn’t.” He paused and pointed to his own age stripe, pointing out three dots, each striked out. “My son and my two daughters.”

He brushed it off with a flick of his tail and traced the next stripe on Spock’s face. “This one means you’ve seen battle. This little dot on the bottom means you lost a family member…it’s your mother.” He then switched to the stripes on the right side. “This one means you’re directly under the Captain in rank. And the next one means you’re a traveler. The last one on the right means your home colony was destroyed, and then refounded.”

Sama’el looked down with a sad little smile. “See? I told you. If you know what to look for on a Deiamos’s face, you can tell their whole life story. We’re open books.”


daltonfeathers asked: "SPIT IT OUT!"

Sama huffed. “I really have to pee.”

posted 1 week ago with 1 note

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

sidestuiff:

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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weatherers:

Doms who praise their subs! 

Doms who body-worship! 

Doms who are thorough and tender with aftercare!

Doms who caress their subs a lot!

Gentle!doms!!!!!!!!!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


If you’re an ORIGINAL CHARACTER blog please reblog.


feralcrow:


Crow butted up into the hand that was petting him, tail wagging slowly as he was content to be pet as he settled against Sama’s side. While the alien cleaned he scooted to lean against Merikh. He watched lazily as he cleaned before he jumped up and nodded.

"Like jerky," he commented, tail wagging as he trotted to the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed, curling against Merikh’s and Sama’s side. His thin frame pulled into a small circle as thin legs lightly pressed against his chest.
"Rude human gone?" he yawned and nuzzled his face against Merikh.

"I know you like jerky…you’re a good boy…staying safe in the bathroom like I asked when that bad man came." Sama’el praised, running a hand gently down the werewolf’s slender side.

Meanwhile, Merkih groomed the top of his head, large flat tongue moving in sweeps. “Yes. He’s gone forever. And if anyone else rude come back, we can chase them away together.”

It was quite clear both of them were trying to lull both themselves and Crow asleep. It had been one hell of a long day all around.

posted 1 month ago via feralcrow with 94 notes