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02/10/2025 07:13 PM
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Chroxua's bio
Chroxua is the last female Saiyan in an alternate timeline. She is the same age as Broly but older by six months.
During the events of Dragon Ball Super Broly; King Vegeta did the same thing but with a twist, he wanted Chroxua to be his son’s wife. Chroxua’s father refused as she deserves a happiness by made by her own choices. King Vegeta got mad and said his say is final as he wanted Vegeta to have stronger heirs for the bloodline. During this time, they turned to Broly and king Vegeta got scared but remembered that Chroxua’s power level was twice than Broly when she was a baby. He decided to send Broly to Vampa. When Broly was sent to Vampa, Paragus was trying to find a ship and Chroxua’s father was also following him but was killed before he arrived to the ship to find Broly. Chroxua stayed on Planet Vegeta and as the years went by, she became one of the strongest warriors of the last remaining Saiyans. She is not like Nappa, Raditz, or Vegeta. She despised Vegata’s father for having her own father being killed just for the sake of strong heirs.
Saiyan Saga:
Chroxua power level is about the same as Goku’s when he first arrived at Namek. She trained with Raditz, Nappa, and Vegeta but stopped as she noticed they would get stronger like her and decided it’s not worth it as they could take advantage of her later on in life. She arrived on Earth with Vegeta and Nappa but stopped the big oaf from killing the city as he did in the canon timeline. She merely watched the Saibamen and Nappa fight as she smirked and chuckled at the prince for not ending things so quickly just by himself. She got scolded by the prince to help out but she smirked saying that she’s done taking orders from a prince that works under someone else. Chroxua watched the fight with Piccolo but saved him and deflected Nappa’s attack back, killing him in the process. She got annoyed that the big idiot can’t do his job right. She told Piccolo they need him alive to make the wish. As the Goku and Vegeta fight was about to commence, Goku asked Chroxua on who’s side is she really on. The red headed Saiyan chuckled that she’s never been on Vegeta’s side for the longest and not stepping in to fight him or his allies. When the battle with Goku and Vegeta concluded, Chroxua was about to end Vegeta’s life instead of Krilling and stopped as she heard Goku’s request to have him alive and he will finish their score next time. Chroxua scolded him that as a Saiyan himself, he shouldn’t spare anyone’s life like Vegeta. She sighed and did as he requested.
Namek Saga:
Chroxua told everyone about Namek as she went there when she was younger. She told them the location and needed a ship, she went on ahead with Gohan in her space pod as Krillin and Bulma follow after in Kami’s spaceship. As they were looking for the Dragon Balls, she felt a presence and told them to hide. She noticed it was Frieza and told everyone about him. Chroxua said she could beat him on her own but not with his army backing him. The events go as usual, they find the Dragon Balls but with less casualties and killed Zarban and Dodoria early on before Vegeta arrived. When Vegeta arrived things became complicated as Chroxua realized he’s up to no good. When the Ginyu Force arrived, Ginyu took Chroxua’s body and nearly killed Goku but switched with him at the last second and killed Ginyu right away. Chroxua, Gokuy, Vegeta and everyone else fought Frieza in his forms and Chroxua was about to kill Frieza in his final form but killed Krillin before she managed to end the tyrant. Chroxua stopped and was sent crashing down on a island as she noticed Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan. She watched in awe and smiled. She gets closer to him and told him to not spare Frieza like he did with Vegeta. Goku said no promises and she got mad but said to hurry up and come back to Earth and be with his family. The events turn out the same with Goku sparing Frieza’s life.
Android Saga;
Chroxua showed up with everyone else to where Frieza’s spaceship is at, as she was about to turn into Super Saiyan, she noticed a man that looked like Bulma killing Frieza, his father and the rest of their army. After the two years was over, Chroxua went to the island where Android 19 and Android 20, she doesn’t know their identity yet as she was much stronger now. Leading up to the events to Cell, she arrived to the lookout and told Goku she’ll keep an eye out for Vegeta with Cell. As they went to find Cell,Vegeta managed to knock Chroxua out and messed her plan from preventing Cell reaching his final form leading to Trunks to stop this. Trunks failed and the events lead to the Cell games. During the Cell games, Chroxua trained and when Goku was about to sacrifice himself, Chroxua told Goku it’ll be wasteful for him to die and can’t be brought back a second time. Chroxua made the sacrifice and died on King Kai’s planet. Everyone even Vegeta was surprised to see Chroxua lose her life and Cell arrived moments later. When the Kamehameha beam struggle with Gohan and Cell,Chroxua chuckled and talked to Gohan through King Kai and told him to not hold anything back. Gohan killed Cell.
Buu Saga:
Chroxua is brought back to life after Cell was defeated and trained Gohan and Goten. Chroxua managed to achieve Super Saiyan 2 and mastered it with Gohan and taught Goten how to fight and managed to convince Chi-Chi to let her kids be the next in line to save the planet if Goku dies again. Leading to Buu, she didn’t take part in the martial arts tournament, fought to defeat Buu but was bested by Buu himself. Goku and Chroxua managed to use achieve Super Saiyan 3 but still needed to master it. Chroxua fused with Android 18 to beat Super Buu dressed as Gotenks. She gave Goku her energy for the Super Spirit Bomb and killed Kid Buu.
Beerus God of destruction;
She tried to best and calm him down but was defeated easily.
Universe 6 tournament;
She defeated Cabba and asked if there were any female Saiyans alive in his universe, she asked if there were, she’d like to train them.
Goku Black Arc;
She didn’t partake in the events but was surprised to see Trunks again.
Tournament of power;
She immediately looked for Caulifla and Kale and decided to spar against them. She already told them that during the tournament and forward they are her pupils.
Broly;
She was surprised to hear Broly’s name and his father. She told Paragus it was Vegeta’s father’s fault not the son to be blamed. She and Broly were evenly matched and knocked out Frieza in his golden form.
Super Super Hero;
Was training with Goku, Vegeta and Broly for Broly to learn Super Saiyan.
In this timeline, Chroxua learedn every Super Saiyan form but Ulra-Instinct. She never cut her tail like Goku, Vegeta or Gohan. She still kept it.
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02/08/2025 02:33 PM
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PSA
Online harassment can be considered against the law, depending on the severity and nature of the behaviour. Different countries and states have specific laws addressing online threats, stalking, cyberbullying, and harassment. Here’s a general breakdown: 1. Cyber Harassment & Stalking Most places have laws that make repeated, unwanted, and threatening online behaviour illegal. This includes: - Sending threatening or abusive messages
- Posting false information to harm someone’s reputation
- Doxxing (sharing private information like addresses or phone numbers without consent)
- Cyberstalking (repeatedly monitoring, messaging, or intimidating someone online)
2. Cyberbullying Laws Many countries worldwide have laws against cyberbullying, especially when it involves minors. This includes: - Harassing, humiliating, or threatening someone through digital platforms
- Encouraging self-harm or suicide
- Creating fake accounts to impersonate and defame someone
3. Revenge Porn & Non-Consensual Sharing Many places have strict laws against sharing explicit images or videos of someone without their consent. This is often classified as: - Revenge porn (posting intimate images to embarrass someone)
- Unauthorized recording and distribution
4. Defamation & Libel If someone spreads false and harmful information online, they may be sued for defamation, libel, or slander—especially if it damages a person’s reputation or career. 5. Federal & State Laws in the U.S. In the U.S., federal and state laws address online harassment, including: - The Communications Decency Act (protecting victims of online abuse)
- State-specific harassment and stalking laws
- The Computer Fraud and Abuse Act (CFAA) (covers cyber-related offences)
What to Do If You’re a Victim of Online Harassment? - Document everything (screenshots, messages, posts)
- Report the behaviour to the platform (social media, email providers, etc.)
- Contact authorities if there are threats of violence or ongoing harassment
- Seek legal help if needed
Laws vary, but online harassment can have serious legal consequences, including fines, restraining orders, or even jail time in severe cases. If you or someone you know is experiencing this, it’s important to take it seriously and seek help.
BUT WHAT IF THEY ARE USING A VPN? A VPN (Virtual Private Network) can make it harder to track someone online, but it doesn’t make them completely anonymous—especially if they are engaging in illegal activities like online harassment, threats, or cyberstalking. Law enforcement and cybersecurity experts have ways to trace individuals, even if they use a VPN. Can Authorities Track Someone Using a VPN? Yes, in many cases, authorities can still track an online harasser even if they use a VPN, because: - VPN Providers Keep Logs – Some VPN companies keep records of users’ activities or IP addresses. If law enforcement requests these logs (through a warrant or legal request), the provider may hand them over.
- Internet Service Providers (ISPs) Detect VPN Traffic – ISPs can see when someone is using a VPN, and in some cases, they can track connection patterns.
- Metadata & Online Behaviour – Even with a VPN, users leave behind a digital footprint (e.g., social media patterns, device usage, browser history). Investigators can use this data to link an anonymous profile back to a real person.
- Court Orders & Legal Action – If harassment is serious, authorities can subpoena websites, social media platforms, and email providers to track activity back to the harasser.
- Mistakes by the Harasser – People using VPNs often slip up by logging in to an account without the VPN at some point, leaving a trail that can be traced.
Can Someone Get Help No Matter What? Yes! Victims of online harassment can still get help, even if the harasser is using a VPN. - Report to Law Enforcement – Cybercrime units and law enforcement agencies have tools to investigate online harassment.
- Report to Platforms – Social media sites, email providers, and websites track IP addresses. They can ban accounts and work with authorities to identify harassers.
- Legal Action – If harassment includes threats, stalking, or defamation, courts can issue subpoenas to reveal the harasser’s identity.
- Cybersecurity Experts – Digital forensic experts can trace patterns and locate someone even if they use a VPN.
Bottom Line: A VPN might make tracking harder, but it doesn’t guarantee total anonymity. If someone is facing online harassment, there are still ways to trace and stop the harasser, regardless of whether they are using a VPN.
ADDITIONALLY, some more fun things to consider! 1. IP & Device Fingerprinting - Even with a VPN, device/browser fingerprints (screen resolution, OS, fonts, etc.) can identify repeat offenders.
- Services like Cloudflare or fingerprinting tools help track trolls even if they switch accounts or VPNs.
2. Reporting & Legal Action - Platforms can ban troll accounts and report IP logs to law enforcement if harassment crosses legal lines.
- If threats, stalking, or doxxing occur, legal subpoenas can help unmask the troll behind the VPN.
3. AI & Manual Moderation - AI filters and word/phrase blacklists can catch and auto-moderate trolls before they do damage.
- A trusted user reporting system can help the community flag and remove bad actors.
4. Limiting VPN Access (If Needed) - Some sites block known VPNs & proxies to prevent bad actors from easily cycling through IPs.
- Services like IPHub, IP2Location, or Cloudflare can detect VPN usage and require extra verification.
5. Behaviour-Based Banning - If trolls keep creating new accounts, set up stricter sign-up verification (email + 2FA).
- A karma/reputation system forces trolls to “earn” posting privileges, making trolling harder.
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02/08/2025 12:38 PM
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Quest for Freedom -- Ep. #2
 『 孫悟空 』 『 Quest For Freedom 』 Quest for FreedomAfTer the Journey to the West Sun Wukong was gifted the honor of Victorious Fighting Buddha in Heaven, but with no actual duties he wishes to reunite with his people. When the Jade Emperor denies him, the monkey King works tricks to go anyway and is punished upon his return. His treatment divides Heaven’s loyalty and Erlang Shen may be an ally that makes the most difference.
This roleplay was written with the talented
Sacred Divinity
Link to their profile Above Trust.... Heaven knows -- or at least it should -- that the Monkey King has a real problem with that. He could make friends in the mortal realm with a chance to learn about where he’s going... but when it comes to higher deities and the raw mysticism of Heaven itself, Sun Wukong has been maimed deeply. To this day, the ape has nightmares about the one place in the cosmos that is supposed to be a utopia of light and grace, and yet this exchange was different. Previous experience fighting with Erlang and then working together against a common foe brought a sense of respect between them. Otherwise, a conversation like this wouldn’t be possible.
So, for the sake of change, the strategic game has begun. The first phase was to ensure a distraction for Master Sanzang and Lady Guanyin to escape unnoticed. This would also lead to a greater outcome so long as the two of them could keep to the roles they intend to place before the Jade Emperor. The time would come three Heavenly cycles later as Eastern Dragon King Ao Guang was summoned to the Jade Palace. The Generals were gathered here all in agreeance to return the Ruyi Jingu Bang to stand and measure the Eastern Sea.... but the pillar adored her life as a staff and would have NONE of it. The gold banded staff expanded in massive growth, both tall and wide, until the sturdy rings slammed against the ceiling itself. The girth was about 50 feet around, essentially consuming half of the central hall of the Jade Throne chamber -- and the staff was wedged in that position so tightly she threatened to crack the very structure.
"The Jingu Bang no longer heeds my call, my lord... I hate to say it, but only one person can bend the will of the staff," Ao Guang said as he circled the large pillar, looking for any means to lodge it free.
"This is ridiculous! It’s merely an instrument, Guang," the Jade Emperor said from where he stood. Shock was ridden across his face from the sheer speed and strength of the transformation.
"....Try to tell her that... You must have Sun Wukong here somewhere."
"Unfortunately..."
Soon enough, an order was put forth for Sun Wukong, and so celestial guards came for him. The role had to be set in motion for a stubborn prisoner -- which Wukong was very good at. He resisted when it came to the initial command to be escorted to the Jade Palace, and so his wrists were shackled together in front of him before being pushed by the blade of lances to the palace. When he entered, the monkey could see all the Generals in the Emperor’s court and scowled at each one -- Erlang included just to set the tone for the room. His gaze then extended toward the towering Ruyi Jingu Bang, purposely ignoring the Jade Emperor for the moment as his golden yellow eyes softened. No matter what situation it was, the pillar would always be his most trusted companion, repurposed as a brilliant celestial staff.
"Sun Wukong... as you can see, the pillar to the Eastern Sea remains ever loyal to you," came the Jade Emperor’s voice. However, Wukong stayed in strong posture and scowling silently for the moment. The plan had to go flawlessly, and Wukong reminded himself of that once again. "It will not return to Ao Guang. To tame it, I will consider a yield to return it to you."
"That’s a fancy way to tell me to fix your crowded throne room problem... and I’m not in the mood........ Unless my binds are removed, the Ruyi Jingu Bang can stay where she is," Wukong said with a casual stretching shrug of the shoulders. As he turned and shifted his wrists in the thick shackles, Wukong’s gaze finally moved toward the Jade Emperor. "I don’t see any benefit in holding my weapon if I’m still a prisoner. Besides, she’s prettier than this overly wide hall of yours, anyw--"
"Shōu jǐn!!"
As the Emperor spoke the triggered word, once again the golden circlet lit into a radient glow and began to tighten. The sharp grip sent a horrible pain through the Monkey King’s temple, which brought out a scream that echoed through the great Jade Hall. Wukong staggered and came to his knees, lifting his shackled hands to clench his head. Regulating his breathing, the ape tried to focus to build up his tolerance, but it was devastatingly difficult... This was for the sake of a solid distraction for Master Sanzang and Lady Guanyin. And also for the sake of change, so he needed to last. Besides, even if the headband cracked his skull or rendered him unconscious it wasn’t going to kill him.
"You stubborn fool. What kind of place do you think you have?" The Emperor tried to keep a soft composure through gritted teeth as he stood and descended along the tribute stairs. Wukong attempted to shift away from him but the celestial guards were still there, firmly stationing the blades of their lances at his back. At the moment Wukong was stuck off balance on his knees with guards that painfully jabbed for him to stay in place. "Do you really think you can negotiate for even a sliver of leniency? If anything this behavior aligns with the war criminal you have always been."
"UGH!!! ...I’m not.... not going to roll over and play pet for you... so you might as well GET USED to a treasure of mine cluttering up your golden hall!!" the Monkey King snarled through gritted teeth.
A heavy sigh passed through Wukong’s lips as the pain began to set a ring to his ears, but he was determined to hold out. This plan had to go right, which meant that he had to trust in the process. That didn’t mean the monkey’s heart was settled, racing wildly in the moment. No matter how immortal he was, this king was born mortal first. Fear pulsed through him even if he was too stubborn to let it rule the day....... He needed to trust that his alliance with the Warrior God was genuine, leaning toward hope that Erlang’s divine mercy would also come into play.
{{ Episode Two -- In Progress }} 『 The Court be damned 』 The universe gifts the soul with will. With will the soul gains great strength.
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02/07/2025 11:38 PM
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first heart shatter.
’you told me you loved me.’ f***ing liar. Everyone experiences love in their life, once, twice, maybe three times. And no, parent love or animal love does not count. That is something you’re conditioned to do. Loving a different human being is what I’m talking about. Someone who chose to be your friend then feelings blossom mutually.
Love is like a punch, unexpected and hurts like a motherf***er. I didn’t see it coming, these feelings I had bundled in my chest for this girl. I still ponder it, what if things were different, would she still love me? The answer to my silly question would just hit a soft spot I still had back then.
Aurora, such a stupid name. Blonde as white as snow, and pretty blue eyes anyone would dive in and drown willingly. I did, that’s for sure. She came up to me one morning, in my corner where I read my books. I was reading an Edgar Allen Poe novel, I remember that. And she was asking what I was reading. I didn’t say anything, gave her a look over and went back to my novel. I didn’t like to talk to people, who could blame me since they bullied me until I went mute around them.
She was persistent. Every day from then, she would follow me with twenty-one questions. What did I like when reading novels, Why was I always so quiet, why I wouldn’t talk to her, and why my eyes were the color they were. They had just changed into a violet hue when they used to be like white pearls. She had charm, I’ll give her that. But I wouldn’t fall for it.
One night, by myself, I was curled into a very tight ball, in pain. She must’ve heard my moaning and whimpering, because there she was, by my side, and trying to ease the pain. That’s when I learned so much about her. She told me why she was at the orphanage. Her sob story wasn’t going to open me up, or the way she was pushing my hair behind my ear and whispering reassuring sweet nothings.
But it had. God, I was falling for her and I didn’t even tell her my name.
I bit the bullet and decided to talk to her. It seemed she was honestly interested in being my friend considering she became my new shadow wherever I walked. The more time we spent together, talking and giggling about things. I was realizing I wanted her more than a friend. There was this weird heaviness in my chest that tried snuffing my life, taking my breath away every time she smiled up at me or brushed her hand across my own.
I had to.
I leaned in and pressed my nervous lips to her own, cupping the back of her head to keep her close. She actually kissed me back with the same amount of passion and heated sweetness. I. Was. Dizzy. God, I was dizzy. I had thought this was it. This is what the romance novels told me about. The light feeling like I escaped the dark and shot through the bright sun of the brighter things. She was my sun. She burning me and I was too blind to see it.
A month later. We had done much more things we shouldn’t have in my room or hers, exploring one another and how our bodies moved. The more I touched her. The more I kissed her, and told her I loved her. The harder I was falling and drowning in her company.
Things crumbled and crumbled quickly.
Where I’m usually at, in my corner at the library the orphanage has, by the bay window. She walked up to me and looked... disappointed? My stomach fell into the bucket of acid in my stomach and jumped up into my throat, forming a lump. Then I saw movement at the corner of my eye, heard faint giggling. Aurora had a sharp cutting grin, looking at me. With my heart in her hands, she dropped it before her and stomped it into the dirt. I was dizzy but I also felt the nausea that came with it. It wasn’t the same feeling when kissing her, holding her, and whispering the love I had for her.
"Why would I love a freak like you, Vi? I made you believe me. ’Oh, I’ve always loved you, Vi. You mean the world to me.’"
I was choking on my own breath, tears threatening to break past the duct. They were laughing. She was laughing. It f***ing echoed. It haunted my every thought. They left me there to fight for air, still laughing.
Like a punch, unexpected and hurts like a motherf***er. I shielded myself, built a wall brick for brick, and layered it with steel. They never say it in romance novels, the reality of things. There is never a happy ending and that’s what I kept telling myself the older I got.
Love does not exist. It’s false advertisement.
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02/07/2025 09:08 PM
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Beneath Your Beautiful Ft.Melanie
Current mood:
adored
🍎𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎🍎™ Lucifer @theappledaddy /615978 Beneath Your Beautiful Ft.Melanie He places Melanie in front of a mirror and stands light behind her. "There.... Now, look into the mirror and tell me what you see." She sighs, but looks into the mirror. "I see a seraphim with the devil standing behind her." Her reply, of course, was cheeky. "A Seraphim! That's a good start." Lucifer beams and motions for her wings to spread outward. "Come on. Let's see all of your natural beauty then. You're true form. Every living soul on Earth would give out their eyes just to see a true glimpse of such magnificence. You're a symbol of purity, faith, and everything good in the world -- and Heaven... Inside and out, Mel, that's true beauty; and you have it. ---Well, you are it.” Melanie fought the urge to roll her eyes. This all felt silly! Still she did as instructed. It had been so long since she had last seen herself like this—her true form, unrestrained. She had grown so used to keeping herself contained, existing in her more human-like state, that the thought of looking upon all of herself again made her hesitate. Exhaling slowly, she let go. Light bloomed beneath her skin, golden markings unfurling like living vines across her arms and collarbone. Her hair lifted, weightless, streaked with shimmering gold and soft pink as though kissed by divine light. Her halo expanded, no longer a simple ring but a luminous crown of ever-blooming celestial petals, shifting and dissolving like whispers of creation. Then, her eyes began to glow—not just the soft golden radiance of before, but something deeper, something ancient. Within them, colors swirled like sunlight reflecting off morning dew, like the ever-shifting hues of a blooming flower at dawn. More appeared—faint, flickering echoes of celestial eyes shimmering along her brow and cheekbones, ethereal and fluid, fading in and out of existence like reflections on water. Then, her wings unfurled. All three pairs burst forth in a breathtaking display of celestial splendor, vast and endless, their iridescent feathers shifting between petal, light, and pure divinity. Feathers fell like flower petals, dissolving before they touched the ground. The air itself hummed with life, responding to her presence in a way she had nearly forgotten. She stared at her reflection, chest tightening. She had forgotten how this felt. Not just powerful. Not just divine. But whole. "Lucifer..." Mel had never been the best at taking compliments. Her cheeks turned rosey and her many gazes fell away from the mirror. Lucifer moved to the side in order to stand farther out from the frame. He reached towards her chin and tilted her to look at him. Smiling in honest sincerity, he repeated his endearment. "You're beautiful, Mel. You're truly something special." He then turned her face back to look at her reflection. "I mean just look at you... Well, f***! Look at you! Every supple curve, every smooth --delicious proportion---every part of your sexuality says 'I am a woman' and it's stapled to you in this irresistible combination of temptation and a purity that us in Hell would desperately crave..." He paused, letting his arm drop as he stepped backwards. "I mean, in this sort of comparison, it's like apples to lemons! ---Beautiful delicious apples compared to tainted...sour lemons..." He folded his arms then and his smile turned sad. "You're certainly more beautiful than my current true form... Being a creature of Hell, it---the place taints and twists... I don't even recognize the horror of myself-- but you--? ... Its like you're a breath of fresh air every time.” Melanie’s breath caught as his words washed over her, warmth flooding her chest and creeping up her neck. Her fingers curled slightly, pressing into her own arms as she took in her reflection with fresh eyes—his admiration wrapped around her like a delicate silk ribbon, making her feel beautiful in a way she hadn’t expected. A soft, bashful laugh left her lips, and she tilted her head just slightly, as if trying to see herself through his gaze. But then she caught it—his smile, fading at the edges, tinged with something sad. The way he stepped back, distancing himself, as if all that praise and adoration could only be given, never received. And she wasn’t having that. Without a word, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back beside her in the mirror, refusing to let him retreat. She turned to face him fully, her expression firm yet undeniably warm. "Alright, your turn," She declared, giving his hand a small, reassuring squeeze. “Show me. Show yourself.” Her voice softened, but there was no room for argument. “You stood here and made me see myself the way you do—now it’s only fair you do the same.” Her smile turned teasing, but her eyes held nothing but sincerity. “Come on, Luci… let me see how magnificent my King of Hell truly is.” "M-Me?" Lucifer blinks with wide eyes and quickly shakes his head. "Oh, no--I couldn't possibly... Not my true form! I .... I-I mean its grotesque and scary... You would be terrified--I... No…” "Yes you~. Come on Luci. It's only me" Mel actually moves herself to stand behind him with her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sure your true form is neither of those things” "Mel, it's.... Its a statement of everything evil..." His voice grows quiet when looking back over his shoulder to her. He paused and glanced down briefly. "...Are you sure....? ....I mean.... You have to promise not to run.” "Lucifer I could never run from you" She coos softly then nods. "But yes. I promise that I will not run. Cross my heart, hope to die.” Lucifer sighs and then looks back into the mirror. He tried to square his shoulders back and cleared his throat as if for a mental preparation on his part. As his skin around his hands, legs, and arms darkened, so too had his shirt began to tear from the six tainted wings, the spikes down his spine and the tail that tore through his clothing. The blood and shimmering sinew revealed underneath the monster that threatened to burst forth and rip its own flesh to shreds had only appeared to be pulled back by the twitching pulse in Lucifer’s red glowing eyes. Lucifer’s lips pulled back and cracked. Bones dislocated and unhinged to make way for a wider jaw. Skin ripped and was torn. His teeth grew past his lips and grew even taller. His claws flexed even sharper. The miasma of brimstone that clung to him began to waver in a heavy cloud. His forehead grew a set of sharp pointed horns that pushed back his hat and the golden snake moved like a halo almost to hold it in place. Some parts of him were swallowed in by the black smoke and welded into sacks of black flesh that appeared even more scarred and burnt while most of the other half of him remained stained in red. The mark of passion and evil intentions. His height stayed the same, but his hands grew slightly larger with claws. Melanie’s breath hitched as she watched his transformation unfold, her grip on his shoulder tightening instinctively--but not out of fear. She had expected his more human form, something closer to the proud and refined image he usually carried. But this--this was something raw, something monstrous, something wholly him. Her wide eyes traced over every darkened detail, from the shifting sinew beneath his skin to the curling smoke that clung to him like a living entity. The slow, deliberate crack of bones, the jagged stretch of his jaw, the hellish glow in his eyes--it was terrifying, yes, but not in the way one would recoil from a nightmare. No, there was power in this form, an undeniable presence that demanded reverence, not fear. Slowly, her grip eased, and a new look settled into her features--one of intrigue, of quiet awe. “Luci…” She breathed, barely more than a whisper. Her fingers lifting as if to touch, though she stopped just shy of his chest. “You really don’t see it, do you?” Her voice steadied, warmth creeping back into it as her lips curled into a small, genuine smile. “You call me beautiful, but look at you--this is you, all of you, and it’s magnificent.” She finally let her fingers rest lightly over one of his larger hands, unfazed by the claws. Her touch was soft, careful, but not hesitant. “I was expecting something different, but I’m not disappointed,” She admitted, tilting her head to look at him-- really taking him in. “You’re still you, no matter what shape you take. And I like you, Luci-- every version of you.” "No, you don't understand..." Lucifer's frown pulled tight at the stretch of his lips practically at an impossible angle. "It's not just the appearance, it's every metaphor that is branded into me--shaping me. The unholy image... the misshapen form...the smell--all of it tears away completely the beauty that I once was and has turned everything vile. --Because I'm not just vile on the outside, but on the inside too..." He looked back at the mirror and raised one large hand that scratched his talons against the reflective glass. "...I'm not anything like you. I am not holy or pure... To try and see me as anything more than what I am is just pretending. I'm a monster! A monster that deserves to be punished. --And this... all of this even everything around me, is my punishment.” Melanie’s heart clenched at his words, at the way his frown stretched with something beyond sadness—something deep, something that had festered for far too long. She didn’t flinch when his talons scraped against the glass, nor when he declared himself a monster. Instead, she stepped closer, reaching out without hesitation, her hands gently cupping the sides of his face, her fingers carefully tracing over the sharp edges of his jaw. Her voice was soft, steady, but there was no pity in it—only warmth, only certainty. “Punishment isn’t what makes you who you are. And neither is this form.” She searched his glowing red eyes, holding his gaze even as the miasma of brimstone curled around her. “You keep saying you’re not like me. That you’re vile, that you deserve this… but why do you have to be like me?” Her thumbs brushed over his skin, unbothered by its texture, by the heat and sharpness that others might have recoiled from. “Why does holiness and purity have to be the measure of worth? You are you, Luci—your own being, your own force, something greater than just what Heaven decided you should be.” Her fingers curled slightly against him, her expression unwavering. “And I think what Heaven did to you—what they took from you, how they marred you and cast you out like you were worth nothing—was cruel. Unfair. They didn’t just throw you down, Luci, they tried to ruin you, to rip the beauty out of you and make sure you could never forget their judgment. But you are not ruined.” Her voice trembled slightly, but only because of the sheer emotion behind it. “You think everything about you is twisted, but your sorrow… your regret… your love—those things aren’t vile.” She exhaled slowly and softly. “You’re more than what Hell has made you. More than what Heaven has condemned you to be. And you’re definitely more than whatever punishment you think you deserve.” Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "So, if you can't see it yet, that's fine...I'll just have to keep reminding you until you do.” "You..." Lucifer looked away and shook his head. His expression still remained in dismay. He paused and closed his eyes, as though making a decision. After a moment in the quiet, he spoke. "The wickedness -- the taint -- it's... seeped into my soul. I deserve so much worse. It's here within me not just because I defied father, ran with Lilith, and brought the birth of Evil into the world. I've done so much worse... I destroyed every memory Lilith has of Eden. I've orchestrated raids across Earth, killing many of Father’s humans and angels alike. I even destroyed Hell once and burned everyone --everything-- to ash. So, many innocents gone. I am the first traitorous, monstrous--villainous creature..." He paused and opened his eyes, looking back up at her as he started to cry. His breathing quickened from trying to compose himself. "I deserve everything... for there is something rotten inside of me. I find it impossible to drown out the cacophony of voices whispering in my ear, telling me that I am evil. The blood on my hands is real, Mel, and it's so thick that my charred skin has been stained black all the way into my bones. So... In knowing this, ...do you truly see anything grand in me? Anything that anyone could truly accept?” Melanie’s heart ached at the sight of his tears, at the way his breath trembled as he tried—and failed—to keep himself together. He had bared his soul to her, raw and bleeding, and she could feel the weight of his self-loathing pressing against her like a storm ready to break. But even now, even with every horror he laid at her feet, she did not waver. She reached for him, her hands gentle yet unwavering as they cupped his face, thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down his cheeks. “Yes, Luci,” She whispered, her voice steady, unwavering. “I do see something grand in you. I see you.” She let out a slow breath, her fingers curling slightly as if trying to ground him. “I won’t justify the things you’ve done, and I know you don’t want me to. But you’re not the only one with blood on your hands. Heaven has done things just as cruel, just as unforgivable, and yet they still call themselves righteous. You think your darkness makes you unworthy, but who decided that? Heaven? Your own torment? The voices whispering in your ear?” Her hands tightened slightly, a flicker of frustration surfacing. “You tell me you’re tainted, that you deserve worse—but who, who, Lucifer, has the right to judge you but you?” She shook her head, her voice softening again. “The weight you carry… it hurts because you still feel it. Because you haven’t given in completely, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you have. You could have drowned in your own damnation a long time ago, let it consume you and become nothing but destruction—but you didn’t. You still grieve, you still mourn, you still love—and that means there is still something good in you, no matter how deep you try to bury it.” Her lips curled into something small, something sad but unshaken. “So, yes, Luci… I see something worth accepting. And I wish that you could too.” The red glow pulsed in Lucifer’s eyes as Mel grasped at his face more firmly. It almost felt as if she had been trying to shake her views of him into his brain. The light in his eyes dimmed; returning almost to normal except for the reversed trademark of his eye colors. He felt her fingertips graze across his cheeks to wipe away what tears that he couldn't stop. He listened, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. She may have even truly believed her words, even if Lucifer felt that they were said simply to cheer him up. The resolve of a youth trying to offer much of the same kindness as he had in return. Lucifer wouldn't argue her views of him, for there was no sense to that. He just frowned, staring at her with his eyes shimmering in despair. "...I can't... I...don't know how to." He admitted while lowering his head. His features gradually returned back to the normal sight that he regularly greeted Hell with. Without a word, at first, Lucifer pulls her into a tight hug; giving the excuse to bury his expression in any way that he could. Turning his head against her, he squeezed her tightly. "But none of this was about me--it was about you... And you are so much better than I." He concluded quietly. "So, promise me, not to view yourself as any other way than I would.” Melanie barely had time to process the shift in his form before he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms locking around her as if she were the only thing anchoring him in place. She felt the weight of him, the way he buried his face against her like he could hide from the truth he didn’t know how to accept. Her arms instinctively wrapped around him just as tightly, her fingers curling into his back as if she could hold together all the broken pieces he refused to see as anything but shattered. Without hesitation, her wings unfurled and wrapped around him, encasing him in a cocoon of warmth and softness. The feathers brushed against his back, shielding him from everything—even himself. He wouldn’t ask for this, wouldn’t admit how much he needed it, but that didn’t matter. She gave freely, her embrace as boundless as her belief in him. His words made her chest tighten, a soft, almost exasperated breath leaving her as she shook her head against him. “Luci…” She murmured, her voice both fond and aching. She could argue with him—tell him, again and again, that he wasn’t lesser, that he wasn’t beyond redemption, that she saw so much more in him than he ever could in himself. But he wouldn’t believe it. Not yet. So, instead, she leaned into his warmth, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “Alright,” She whispered, her voice steady. “I promise.” But then, just as softly, she added. “As long as you try, too.” She wasn’t asking him to see himself as she did, not yet, not fully. But she would never stop hoping—never stop believing—that one day, he would. Before pulling back, she shifted slightly, lifting one hand to gently brush back his hair. Then, with all the tenderness in the world, she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, letting her lips linger for just a moment. A silent promise. A quiet devotion. When she pulled away just enough to meet his gaze, her expression was nothing but warm. “You don’t have to do it alone,” She murmured, her thumb brushing gently against his cheek. “I’m right here.” There was some relief in hearing her agreeing to his promise. He knew –more than anyone– that what he was asking of her was quite a lot. It was always difficult for someone to view themselves differently or better when their self-esteem was low. But seeing Mel upset was heart-wrenching and it was undeserved. He felt her moving slightly and even pulling away. The slight panic of her leaving pained in the back of Lucifer’s mind. He wanted to cling to her more. He didn’t want that comfort to end yet. Though, the movement had happened quickly and before he knew it, her lips pressed to his forehead. Lucifer’s eyes widened not only from the action but the context that it seemed to carry with it. Melanie held him. She cared for him. She placed a certain faith in his ability to love himself in a way that was rare and almost forgotten to him. His tears glistened in his eyes, but they slowly stopped in the calmness of her arms. “How do you do that…?...You just… make everything better with a few bright words.” He mused, staring at her in wonder. It was like seeing the same behavior in a mirror from centuries upon centuries ago. From a time back when his halo was his own and pure. “It makes me hate angels…” Lucifer paused in his mumbling and quickly started to panic in his fumbling. His cheeks blushed in embarrassment and tried to correct what he meant. “Ah!---Uh—Wait! I said that wrong!--Very, very wrong! Sh*t–I do that sometimes… But I didn’t mean ‘hate’ as in, ‘grrr. H-hate you–’ That’d be stupid! And very, very untrue! Why would I even say that? No! No… I-I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like… like–” Lucifer tugs down hard on his hat and looks away as he continues to speak quickly. “Oh… Damn it… Like… Well? —You’re just… so confident all of the time… You’re smart and pretty …and kind a-a-and caring–a-a-nd…” Pure. Heaven Sent. Far too good for even his eyes to see. Far from his reach even if he tried. Though, above all else the best and closest true friend that a Devil could have. Lucifer drew quiet. With so much that he nearly would pour out—he knew. In the end, after everything would be said and done later, his soft words now would just lead to poison down the line. So, he didn’t say them. He chewed on his bottom lip and pulled his hat down tighter; taking up the shape of his head and trying to hide under it like a turtle. “I’ll try with you…” He stated in the continued promise that they would make with one another. “We can try together then.” |
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02/07/2025 07:59 PM
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Contemplative
🍎𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎🍎™ Lucifer @theappledaddy /615978 Contemplative Lucifer had to cross through portals in order to reach his secret room. He had places like this that had always been separate from his life. Some were more important than others and all had been highly guarded with seals of protection. This room had been no different. This room had been sealed off from the outside ever since the first fall of Hell. The memory of when Lucifer had risen Hellfire to destroy his own people in order to stop Father's onslaught against him and Lilith, --it was all still fresh in his mind. To this day, Lucifer still was disgusted by even his own sweet angelic scent. The smell of gardenia was the worst. It was the smell of angels -- and it was a smell that still lingered in this very room. But it was only a little. Lucifer's eyes stared at the apple, on the table in the center of the room. It was the last known fruit of Eden, before Eden was consumed and destroyed. The fruit was tainted, of course, but it's existence still gave Lucifer hope. It was all the more reason why this room had been sealed off from everyone. Even Lucifer had his secrets and his were even concealed away from Father. Lucifer walked towards the table and stopped to look at the crystal ball and it's contents. He pressed his black soot hands against the smooth surface of the glass and raked his fingers across it. The longing and the wait had been all too real for his patience, but Lucifer knew that even now, the tainted fruit could not be touched by anyone. His entire goal, for so many years centuries upon centuries had been to undo what was done. If he could just go back. If he could just erase it all...he would... And Lucifer was still trying. This became his work and it was slowly becoming more important than anything else. He paused for a moment, letting the fruit remain as his motivation to keep working--keep searching--kept experimenting and learning. He had to be better than this. Better than Father! Better enough to conquer this mistake that haunted him and marked him who he has become. Lucifer turned away and focused his attention to the smaller cabinet near his large window. He pulled out a ledger, a chemistry set, and a silver suitcase. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned a long table. He placed the chemistry set on the table and then the suitcase next to it. After removing the many magical seal on the suitcase, he opened it and pulled out seperate vials of different colors of liquid. Each contained the essence of magic, angelic blood and the presence of purity all melted down into a liquid physical form. It had taken Lucifer up until this recent collection of a thousand years to have even managed that capability. Now, he was eager to experiment. After carefully marked calculations, using a syringe to measure the liquids and mix them in the container that stir the vials, Lucifer switched to a brand new and sanitized needle. He attached it to a new syringe and rolled up his left sleeve. Looking back to himself, he stuck the syringe into his arm; past the black burnt and scarred skin. He drew about fifteen millimeters of golden blood. It obviously wasn't as pure as it use to be but it was all that Lucifer had to work with. Taking his attention back to the vials, he start to add the blood to each one. The first vial held no reaction. The second shook within it's iron holster and exploded; causing Lucifer to flinch back guarded. After recording his previous results, Lucifer attempted to the third vial and add the remainder of his blood it. At last! The success was small but Lucifer cheered and recorded his next findings. It was the most success that Lucifer had in the history of forever! The chain reaction in the chemicals of magic on a molecular level had shown promise. Of course he would still have to run tests--numerous tests--but this was a start. He took samples from the vial that had success and placed them underneath a microscope to view and make certain that the reaction was exactly how he wanted it. Again, he recorded his findings and wrote fast on his notebook. He had hope--so much hope--for his work to remain successful. Lucifer didn't want to waste time on just studying to see of the addition of his blood would have been stabilized. He turned back to the fruit on the table. His heart raced with the thought of what he was about to do. It would be the first time this experimental tainted fruit would have ever been cut. He thought about when he picked it; which had been after Evil and Knowledge were introduced into the Garden of Eden and thus had spread to the rest of Earth. At first, it was Lucifer's wish to save the apple somehow. However, the rot from the inside had already reached it and shortly afterwards, Lucifer was cast outnof Heaven. Any easy repairs to something like this would have been nearly impossible. By now, even Lucifer's own magic carried with a distinct taint. He couldn't handle or hardly even touch anything that was pure and holy anymore. His blood was that of an angelic fallen and it showed in his mutations from his psychology and physiology. So, to keep from erasing what little holiness and purity of Father's original work still left within the apple, Lucifer had never touched it. He refused to allow his hands to mutate the taint and poisonous evil into the apple anymore than what it already had been keeping. He was very careful, but his hands were practically shaking. He held his breath and reached for a rag to take into his hands. He opened the draw that aligned to the table; adding to it a secret compartment. He reached in with the rag to grab a pair of gloves to put on. Then, with his gloves hands, Lucifer took the rag back into his hands and picked up a wooden box with a lock on it. With magic, he popped the lock off to open the box and reveal a scalpel that was blessed with purification magic. It was one of the few weapons that could do even himself some serious damage by absorbing magic. Lucifer was using its thin sharp blade to slice into the apple and carve off a piece. With some nervous hesitation that followed, Lucifer finally had done it. He lifted the glass apart. He sliced off a piece of the apple and quickly sealed the crystal orb back together once more; keeping the rest of the apple protected. He let the apple chunk fall to a petri dish so that he wouldn't touch it. He cleaned the sharp blade, concealed it back in the sacred box, and tucked it back into the draw under the table. Lucifer returned back to the solution that showed so much promise. He filled another syringe with the substance and carefully injected the fruit with his concoction. Afterwards, he eased back the needle and watched as flesh of the apple started to visibly change. The aura of the taint moved around from inside of the fruit. It was so thick in its metamorphosis that was practically seen by the naked eye. Lucifer leaned in close to watch the reaction shift into almost a stage of purification. This had been the ultimate goal he had been searching for after all this time. Finally!--He was seeing it happen. It was, at last, an accomplishment of an immortal’s life made real. “Yes… Yes—” He started to coax the transformation; as if his given guidance of an order would actually help to complete the process. However, there was no visible hint shown that any of this was something made true. The solution helped the apple to glow for a time with holy purification until after a few moments longer, it dimmed away and died. Lucifer slammed his fist down in frustration against his desk. He stared longer in disbelief at the shown failure right before his eyes. He could see that his solution just was not good enough. Even though he had the correct equations to the measurements and the right ingredients; Lucifer simply lacked the purity. He knew that his blood was not pure enough. There was nothing in Hell that would ever have the purity or sanctity closest to that of something from Heaven. Yet, it was that purity that he needed. He paused for a moment and looked away. The shadows of the room cast a flickering darkness across the wide brim of his hat, whenever he finally slid away from the presented work station. What he needed was the blood of a Seraphim. Yet, it couldn’t be his own blood, because he was Fallen. Anything that Lucifer had ever touched, he tainted. He knew he was a poisonous rot. As much as it broke his heart, he could only see this as another obstacle to overcome. That was when his thoughts turned to Sera. She was among the holiest of holy. She could be the one to purify the apple. She could restore things back to the way they were before Lucifer had tampered with anything. Now, that he finally found the formula…he would just need to reach her somehow and convince… No. He would probably need to use force. His expression turned more pensive at the thought. There was just so much to do now. |
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02/07/2025 03:59 PM
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━ ⟢ verses ⟢ 「 ✦ I am oroboros, devourer of worlds ┊ honkai star rail✦ 」
SUBJECT #6482
Name: Asaba Harumasa Origin: Unknown Age: Unknown Location: Unknown Association: Galaxy Rangers, Stellaron Hunters, Unknown/Other Bounty: — ERROR, Data not found Weapon of Choice: Dual Blades / Bow
NOTICE: Exercise caution when dealing with this individual. While armed, this is not the primary threat. Subject is wanted for questioning in relation to planetary collapse of several small system planets. Subject is wanted for questioning in relation to a small crater left behind on Signonia. Subject is highly dangerous and possesses powers of unknown origin and may be unstable. Do not approach without notifying superiors beforehand. Please see file #6482b for more details. Please refer to guidance on dealing with highly dangerous subjects. Please bring subject in ALIVE.
FILE #6482b
Subject, Asaba, is an emanator of The Voracity. A consumer of worlds. This power was not given to him by his own volition. After the fall of Izumo and the shadow of IX’s consumption of the planet, one soul remained amongst the stars. A small infant child was embraced by the planet devouring leviathan and remained in THEIR embrace until THEY saw fit to release him onto a passing Xianzhou ship. As a result of this… rescue, this boy was gazed upon by the Aeon, thus granting him power unbeknownst to him. He would grow up on the Xianzhou Yuque for part of his life until the leader of the Divination Commission laid eyes upon him and saw the death and destruction that would come from his future if he stayed there. Asaba was exiled and taken by the IPC on his 14th birthday. However, during transit, IPC ships were attacked by a unknown group, allowing the boy to escape on his own. Asaba would bounce from world to world, the knowledge of his disastrous nature plaguing him until he would eventually lose control and when his powers did finally manifest, two small system planets and one major system planet along with their moons would be devoured in the process.
The boy would weep at his own destructive nature, hiding himself away on an empty, dead planet until he was found by a group of Galaxy Hunters. Despite his pleas for them to stay away, they would approach, calming the boy’s cries until he was able to sleep soundly, then took him aboard.
From there, Asaba’s control over his abilities would be honed and he eventually would learn how to calm his anxieties and prevent unwanted incidents. He would continue on a better path until eventually things would spiral out out of control. On a simple walk amongst the planet of Signoia IV, an attempt to uncover some information for a commission, the group would be attacked, leading Asaba to be injured. In his own panic, his powers would begin to become uncontrolled and would result in the loss of 14 acres of land and everyone within it, minus himself. He did not return to their ship. He did not return to the Galaxy Hunter faction. He would remain missing for several years until found by the Stellaron Hunters. It is said he still associates with them and has now been travelling with them. No further details are known.
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02/06/2025 02:46 PM
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prompts - repost.
"I was so mad, I was going to hurt you." "Do you like burning?" "Would you like to know what it’s like to die?" "Did you see it?" "Don’t move." "Do you feel that?" "I won’t break, so do your worst." "I’m going to kill you, I promise you that." "Who sent you?" "Do me a favor. Leave." "Did you honestly think I could care about you?" "All that blood looks good on you." "Don’t look at me like that." "Wow... You’re actually jealous.." "It’s past midnight. Where the hell have you been?" •───⋅⋆⁺‧₊☽⛦☾₊‧⁺⋆⋅───• Connections seeking; Vampire Wolf/Lycan Demon Long lost friend met in the orphanage
mune notes: Please post what phrase or connection you might be interested in writing. You are more than welcome to choose at least two of the prompts together if you’d like. Also, please tell me whether it’s your muse to mine or my muse to yours. This way we can determine who is starting us off. I typically prefer to keep things in messages but I am willing to post them in comments. Thank you.
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02/05/2025 07:32 PM
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Mind Melter O.C.C.
The epitome of a master psionic. Mind Melters get their name from their ability to overwhelm the minds of others, and because of this they are the most feared of all psionic-capable people. The niggling worry that one’s mind has been fiddled with is a scary uncertainty that unsettles all who encounter them. Qualifications In the compounded rare case of someone born with master psionic level abilities and also whose genealogy has been modified by the presence of ley line magic over the course of generations, that person just might be a psionic so powerful as to be labeled a Mind Melter. Career Progression Of all the psionically capable people who are considered master psionics, only the mind melter has the unlimited potential to focus on any subject area they desire. From controlling other sentient beings, to reading their thoughts, to controlling what they experience, Mind melters are masters at mental manipulation. They are also capable of telekinesis, able to move and control objects with their thoughts alone. Mind Melters who specialize in this area can eventually move enormously massive things. Mind melters can also specialize in projecting their mental powers into actual force constructs. Shields and weapons made out of pure psychic energy are well within their power. Most novice mind melters have a very broad spectrum of utility powers for everyday use. In addition, they will typically have specialized in one of the areas mentioned above. Seasoned mind melters will either focus more fully on their one specialized area or specialize in another area. Mind melters will have specialized heavily in more than one area by the time they would be considered veterans. Heroic-level mind melters are unstoppable forces of nature, able to control nearly any situation. A legendary mind melter could claim to be a god, should he or she so desire. Perception Social Status As much as Mind Melters are feared, soldiers of The Coalition States and even the Monks of St. Jerry usually deem them too much trouble to capture for registration and are just as likely to kill them instead. Likewise, most mind melters would rather die than be branded as such, for they know that whatever advantages they may have for plying their mental tricks is severely handicapped when their presence is advertised in such a manner. In even the most libertarian of communities, Mind Melters are viewed with suspicion and fear. Because of this, most mind melters prefer to stay incognito, using their prodigious powers to hide their presence or to blend in with the people around them. Since there is no outward sign that a person is a mind melter, (other than a registration tattoo, should they get one), this is usually not a difficult task. One of the easiest ways to spot a mind melter, however, is by their relative lack of useful life skills. Unless a mind melter was raised from the start and trained to live like a non-psionic person, they will have foregone such skills in favor of their mental abilities. By definition, a mind melter is a person who has not only vast psionic potential power, but who has also honed that power into a suite of awesome capabilities. In order to achieve such capability requires a significant amount of mental discipline, trial and error and training. The amount of time and effort spent on such training precludes the development of many other skills, especially skills requiring strength or manual dexterity. Add to this the sheer confidence such power builds into a person, and you get someone who looks at physical skills and abilities, and the practitioners thereof, with disdain. Mind Melters do not make friends easily. Demographics Mind melters are mostly human. Other races that have been on rifts earth the longest are also starting to produce them. Operations Tools The only tool a true mind melter needs is his or her mind.
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02/05/2025 10:19 PM
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Magic and abilities
guild: none As a militean he is able to freely cross dimensional realms utilizing advanced light magic. This magic however is only accessible when he draws upon his holly arms. Crossing over into other grants him knowledge of that world. But only to a minor degree. Due to this however he is virtually indestructible. As Crossing over means passing through the soul-stream. The realm where all magic originated and a place that has no beginning nor end in or outside of time. The soul stream is a place closest to home for him. As the place is eternal it is possible to fall from it. Doing so will place one in unknown territory.
Enhanced statistics because of militian advanced biology he can easily adapt to different situations. This was was how he picked up the compacity to learn both ice, fire and thunder magic. Enhance senses- After had fighting multiple wars. He senses Becoming heightened. He was able to see the unseen detect what couldn’t be detected. elemental god magic-Having fully mastered his magic pushed it beyond normal limits. Reaching the level gods. His flames scorched the ice froze large lakes. Requip magic-upon his life span he learned how Requip different armor granting him new found power. enchant magic- Enchant magic to him is different then most and is done through scrolls. Each scrolls possesses a different affect. That acts as buffs to the user. Imstalation magic comes in the form of each element with him it’s fire, thunder and frost. Where these affinities are infused into his weapon to generate powerful attacks. Divine magic is only accessed through demi-god a form that increases power and speed immensely. Demi-god allows the user to generate divine light as a form of powerful attacks while reducing oncoming damage Ice make magic is the ability to forge items and weapons from ice. In his world this principle is is the same with the other affinities and is known as magi-craft.
Chakra Shock release Plasma release
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02/05/2025 06:28 PM
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Starter ideas
*Bickering step sister* Belle and your character have recently become step siblings, but unlike their parents who are madly in love, the two late teens aren’t getting along at all. Constantly bickering and being at each others throats, they are even forced to share a room until the spare room is properly renovated! Will this lack of privacy test their troubled relationship even further, or will it present an opportunity for the two to grow closer together?
*Jealous best friend* Belle has been best friends with Ariel ever since kindergarten. As of late though, they aren’t hanging out as much anymore, since Ariel is often too busy with going on dates with her boyfriend (your character). To make matters worse: Belle finds said boyfriend to be quite attractive herself, making the whole situation really unbearable to her. Wanting her best friend back all to herself, she eventually comes up with the plan to seduce her boyfriend into cheating with Belle, while she records it all... Will her plan succeed, or are things only going to get worse for Belle and her jealousy?
*New room mate* With her dorm suddenly closing due to fire hazards, Belle is forced to quickly find a solution. Luckily her boyfriend Liam suggests that she can move in with him for the time being. The only problem? Liam already has a room mate, who doesn’t seem as keen on her joining them. Being a people pleaser, Belle tries her very best to get on his good side, but he always seems to be mean to her. Will she find a way to convince him that her becoming their new room mate isn’t as bad after all?
*Aspiring cheerleader* Belle is an aspiring cheerleader, yet having no prior experience, it will prove to be really hard to still make the team in her senior year. That’s why she decides to get some extra training in all by herself, in order to get an edge on the other girls. Fortunately, the schools sport complex is open for almost all evening. Less fortunately though, since it’s mostly the guys making use of the sporting grounds, she finds out that the girls locker room is actually locked up when she tries to enter it after her practice. Not wanting to go home all sweaty, she shyly knocks on the door of the male locker room, hoping they won’t mind that she uses it as well.
*Other ideas to be added*
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02/04/2025 08:52 PM
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A little about the muse writer
Hiya everyone! Just want to say thanks for the interest of me and my take on Amy Rose aka Rose Quartz. Just a little bit about me. Sort of like a few ground info and rules. Nothing too grand. I enjoy roleplay just as much as anyone else. I have been gone for over or close to a year. I was in a serious accident that nearly took my life. Hince to why my sudden Hiatus. It was rough and it was a real touch and go ordeal. I didn't think I would be able to be back to what I enjoy in life....on anything. So I am counting my blessings that I am still here! So in other matters: I love to chat and make friends and creat stories. I enjoy horror, adventure, slice of life, dark themes, twist of fate, taboo, romance IF it is within the writing and the chemistry is bonded. Love feudal/medis just who I am. It's nothing against anyone. I just can't write ero on the spot. Thats all. And I greatly appreciate it if I am not pressured to do something I do not want to do. Or there will be some unfriending and blocking going on. Again. Nothing personal, it is I don't appreciate the lack of respect being given or shown. checking in on friends is okay! I certainly don't mind it. Oh! And also! Please do not resend your message. I promise it has gone through to my end. I am getting back in to my routine of my weird hours at my work. So I am either very busy or very tired. I like to have a functioning mind when I respond to others. So please be understanding. If I am not your gal. I understand and respect that too. Everyone has the obligation and rights to their own feelings, emotions, preferences and beyond. All I ask is for the respect in return
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02/04/2025 05:47 PM
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Transfering these here.
 [ Recommend Guidelines ] --× Konig is a longtime muse, I’ve altered and made custom heavy for a diverse experience, story building wise.
--× For anyone curious about MECHAVERSE. It’s a mix of sci-fi and mythology, especially Norse and Greek mythology. This is a custom verse that branches off from Transformers mtmte and idw, so in no way has much connection to anything past the historical event’s. In a sense it’s a open, alternative timeline.
--× I have a life and other things hobby wise, so just know patience is required. That aside I highly encourage interactions, status encounters and the work’s. If I forget to reach out to anyone, there’s nothing stopping you from reaching out to me.
--× I can improvise in regards to story. But my characters species, background and anything that makes her HER. I refuse to change. Don’t ever request this of me or anyone, it’s practically similar to asking someone to make you a character. ryeufdbsjks/ Skolti is NOT a furry regardless of being a norse monster.
--× Will not write with anyone below 21+ Be advised, there may be mild/strong language and mature themes. Just be mindful that anything my character dose is not serious and doesn’t reflect the mun writing the muse.
--× Not against shipping, as long as people understand she will never pair with a human. They’re more like her children other than anything else. / Konig will ship through plot development only, but good luck with that as she’s always had a soft spot for Artemis (friken angsty glitch). -v-
--× ... OMG! DO NOT reach out to me and request to cuddle, flirt or anything of the likes. I’am not interested in you nor will I return your advances whatsoever... Please don’t bother me if you don’t want to write/story build and just enjoy platonic friendship. Can’t believe I have to bring this back. Especially since I’m here to write. Bonus if I can make moots/friends to nerd out with. Lmao
--× Had this encounter twice. Don’t complain about nobody being interested in writing with you. Especially when I make an effort - thus will start to wonder if others are also making an effort? This goes for anyone that ignores someone breaking the ice and deleting them, just to later lie that your verse has no decent minded writers (especially if there’s people who aren’t 18+ smut writers). Has to be said so I can avoid any more of these weird pages.
🔹// Some of my guidelines might sound strict but it’s to save wasting time with anyone that’s going to lower my motivation to write with others. And make a better, healthy environment where I can freely write with like minded folk for prospering stories ect. :3
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02/04/2025 02:33 PM
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[ooc]Packing Extra~
Motivation to get more stories going with fellow intelligent people. Obviously, I could use more DMC roleplayers.
SoRrY to anyone who thought I was that one silly guy introducing his billionth packing extra joke account.
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02/04/2025 12:07 PM
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Fullmetal Alchemist OC: Jade Wilson
Name: Jade Wilson Title: The Blue Flame Alchemist Species: Human Gender: Female Age: 18 - 21 years old Height: 5’5" (165 cm) Weight: 125 lbs. (56 kg) Hair Color: Silver(Dyed) Eye Color: Blue Affiliation: State Military, State Alchemist Background: Jade Wilson and he friend joined the State Military in their early 20s. Out of the both of them, only Jade became a State Alchemist. One day, they were on a mission where Jade’s friend dies while the transmutation circle on her left glove engulfed her arm past her elbow in blue flames until her arm had to be removed halfway up the bicep. While recovering from her injury, the only thing the military could find of Jade’s friend is her pendant necklace that she now wears in honor of her friend. Jade gets an automail left arm as she puts the transmutation circle of blue fire on the palm of her automail hand. Abilities: Irene’s abilities grant her formidable combat prowess: Blue Flame Alchemy: Jade can use Blue Flame Alchemy from the transmutation circle on the palm of her left hand. Automail: Jade’s left arm had been replaced with automail from the middle of her bicep to the tips of her fingers. Enhanced Physical Attributes: Irene boasts superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes. Her combat skills are unparalleled, and she can deliver devastating blows capable of incapacitating even the strongest adversaries. 
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