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Ok so, because I can’t do more than one blog at a time, I’ve decided to make a multimuse blog! Find it here with even MORE interesting characters to interact with all in one nice little clean package!

I’ll still leave my old blogs up and rp on them, but less oftenn than the main multi-muse blog with characters who don’t have their own blog set up.

And because I’m always freaking forgetting how to get into my blogs when I’m not on my home computer smh.

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still not motivated to do replies, and im finally getting over my desire to wanting to rp with the villianous fandom- gosh that was hard, but the itch to draw bh is still slightly there... now all i need to do is figure out a game i can play to get rid of this itch

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i was gonna do more replies tonight but just- something that happened just suddenly really hurt me, and brought me back all of these memories of this one chat room when i was younger- kicking me out for saying one wrong thing... it’s like- we’re all broken eggs these days, where tf did our shells go? id love mine back, bottling shit up and not giving a damn is so much easier

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themarkedlibrarian:

“Religious zealots are not ones to value logic or reason.”

He watches her flip through the book and smiles slightly.

“I don’t mind that at all. We have a space back this way past the shelves with a few chairs.”

He begins to show her to the small reading area.

“We would have more but space is limited and right now the library can’t afford to move to a bigger space.”

     “Can’t afford? Really? Does Dunwall not fund the Library enough, or are you guys a private organization? I’d imagine people utilizing it quite a lot, or- well... nah nevermind. Not with such harsh sanctions.” Saying this, she walked by him while flipping through the book more- able to walk pretty well despite not even looking up to see where she was going. Ah, yes, a seasoned reader. Though, there was a disgruntled huff from her “I was hoping to find books that might clue into some of the weird graffiti I’ve been seeing lately hidden behind buildings. But any art of any kind is always nice.”

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an-ordinary-roach:

Bor sat themselves up and while doing so they’d made themselves look a bit more human. Just in case a cop comes by and see’s both of them wondering about.

They sense something odd about her, not the initial thing they noticed. Something is making her feel antsy and it’s probably not them, it’s best not to prod at it though, despite how yummy how her anxiousness smells. “Hmm. One of them is in the haunted tunnel, It’s sorta dark but not too much for ya not to see.~  Another is in the food court, a lotta teens been coming here to do some ritual stuff to summon demons.”  It kinda worked, they’re still here, aren’t they? “I was planning to climb on the roller coaster too at some point. If ya like climbing, you’d definitely love to get a good landscape picture of this place from that hight~”

     She stared for a bit as the other shifted to look more human. Were they- a demon? Some form of one, or a- no changelings don’t eat people do they? Then again, Fae are fucking weird and do all sorts of stuff.

Remaining quiet for a few moments as she went through her own thoughts- then did she respond. “UH- damn. That’s too many choices...” a quiet response, hand pinching her chin as she looked this way and that with a hum.

“Whatever’s closest?” an absent gesture of the hand- though more of a ‘lead the way’ kind of deal.

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Feelin perty today for that banquet- actually styled my hair for once... I hate hairspra, why did i use hairspray

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Dracula, by Arantzazu Martinez

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RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

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Replies will be spotty, but I’ll try to get them out today. I have a banquet later- so I’ll be prepping for that, and the fact my mother wants me to help with her cake again... I wasn’t paid the 40$ to make it, she was >:/ plus my wrist hurts today

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sunshineandbloodstains:

    The hiding radio host gave a frightened squeak, which was quickly followed by a quiet, pained whine as the spike of fear brought an even worse shock. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, trying to keep from sobbing at the slight spots the pain had brought to his vision.     His shoulders shook with the effort it took not to make much more noise, and his other hand went to claw at the collar as if it was possible to remove it.

    Kevin didn’t recognize the voice, but that did nothing to ease his terror. There were a lot of enforcers whose voices he didn’t have memorized. This train of thought brought more memories and more electricity trying to stop him from thinking and feeling things he wasn’t allowed to.     He knocked over a few things as he tried to push himself further back into the tiny cupboard as if he could still convince the other he wasn’t here.

     They stared at the cabinet for quite a while, sensing the terror wreaking from within. A hum- she reached up to slide her mask off, speaking in a calmer feminine tone. “Hey- uhm, I didn’t mean to scare you. But I won’t force you to come out. I didn’t know you were in there. But uhm- if there is popcorn in there think you could throw it out? I was looking for a snack...”

Some audible steps, sounding as she moved back from the cabinet. A bit of noise as she went to go sit criss-crossed on the floor after locking the door. The guy was hiding, in pain, but why? There wasn’t blood anywhere in here. “I came to make a delivery, but my asshole contact gave me the wrong information. Despite that- though... are you injured? Or in pain? I can help with it if you want. I know first aid really well.” a noise of her gear as she shrugged, glancing off towards the door. God she hoped nobody would try to get in.

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knowledgebeyondbooks:

The words Virgil wanted to say were lodged in his throat behind the panic, making his breath slightly raspy as he was tugged along. The smile Olivia gave him was supposed to be soft and possibly calming, but all he could do was tremble as if he were a leaf in a summer storm, his hands feeling increasingly clammy. He was too frozen to try to pull away, too afraid to say that he felt that Olivia was quite underestimating the Nameless regardless of the fact that the demon was from an entirely different world with different rulesets, and just really wanted Valhalla to be there right at that moment. 

Olivia was talking to someone on… the phone? The phone. That’s what it was. The one-sided conversation made Virgil worry at his lip something fierce, unable to use his hands to twist the bracelet into his wrist like he preferred. The eyes on the back of his neck were back again, no doubt that the Nameless was already following them back again with no real hurry. 

After all, it wasn’t like the demon couldn’t send himself back. Virgil was pretty sure he had already figured it out, and now that he knew there was a connection between worlds, the Nameless would be back on his own time. He was just doing this because… mostly because he was bored, more like. A passing amusement, along with the knowledge of being able to come and go freely while Virgil remained to struggle in sending both himself and Valhalla back in one piece. 

“I-I don’t think he’d particularly care about t-the other demons,” he mumbled and stuttered, awkwardly standing in front of the bench while Olivia simply sat down, his hands free to immediately go churning the black band against his wrist. “Or about the barrier. I-um, he’s…crafty.” And that was all he could say about his uncertainties about her plan. Even if they went by the same terminology, the demons of his world seemed both quite a bit different and far too similar to the demons of this world. 

“There…. there aren’t many demons back home,” he blundered out instead, feeling like he should talk after being silent for too long. It wasn’t like the Nameless was outside the park- he was around, somewhere. Probably hiding under the very bench Olivia was sitting on and taking a snooze in the shadows while seeing how long it’d take for them to realize he existed or had enough excitement for one evening but keeping one eye open on them. It was most likely the reason why he felt so… watched. He kept his head down, eyes towards the shadowed bench under Olivia’s feet as if expecting the demon to pop out at any moment just to see what would happen.

“I-um, gods, I wished it was Zivilus. He’d be much easier. More annoying. Then I could just… let Pythagoras take care of things. Doesn’t like him very much, they do. The Nameless doesn’t like Zivilus either. He’s… um… not very nice.” 

     “Hey... stop thinking about this Zivilus alright? Think about the now- not ‘if it were’. They’re not our problem currently... well- actually, this Nameless fellow isn’t exactly our problem actually, if we don’t let him be.” she spoke with a smile, softly her words came. 

“'Demons’ here are territorial... but- actually, let me clarify. Over here.” she stood up, going to head over to a tree to sit under. A glance up, and she could see a dome going over the sky. It looked- beautiful, but it was a shame only a few could see it, those having interacted with the supernatural in general. It gave off a calming energy by just merely looking at it. She smiled “Good ol’ Portal. She’s one of the ancients, exceedingly powerful.”

Looking back to him, smile still on her face. “But, you see, demons- here- don’t call themselves that. They’re so vast- so different, each and every one, they could be considered Fae- in a way. The only reason we classify them as such is if any can make deals and wield a type of colored fire- like this-” a black hand lifted, a small little candle-like navy blue flame going to float in her hand. It was cute, no heat coming from it. Ah, so she was actually part-demon. 

Then it disappeared quickly. “So saying he’s ‘crafty’ means nothing here. If you don’t belong to the rules of this universe, then the rules will bend so you do- and then you’re screwed.” she laughed, leaning back casually. “The demon I belong to is an Ancient too. He’s one of the horrible ones. So- feeling watched here isn’t uncommon. For example, my demon can see through my eyes- and through any and all reflections. Oh! They also integrate into society- look over there-”

A small gesture, showing a blonde haired woman smiling happily as she spends time with a group of school children. “She’s a ‘demon’ but you can’t even tell! A life she chose herself, another Ancient, but she’s so friendly and kind- loves kids. But oho- don’t fuck with her. A guy tried to abduct one of her kids once. Police were onto her for weeks trying to figure out what the hell happened.” another laugh- her futzing with the end of her shirt. Maybe being calm and composed would help the other get a grip in a way, like- it rubbing off maybe? Who knows, at least the protection dome would help.

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Gotta practice them CLAWS

You can see the progression as it goes down the page too. At first I tried to drawing from just- nothing, but then instead I lightly drew from a ref, then extended and thinned the hand in the final draw after characterizing it.

And who says references aren’t worth iitttttt?? Not me- definitely NOT me

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★ - praise my muse for a recent accomplishment or action

“Oh- you’re making me blush.”

A pause.

“Sure fire looks badass but I don’t really think it’s something to be praised considering the place I burned down is- still burning. Guess my fire is slow burning, but boy is it roaring.”