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Is it just me or everyone would like to spend every day worldbuilding a fantasy world instead of doing everything else?
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cfmanymusesâ:
âWouldnât be surprised. Thereâs many ways to mask your scent, but thatâs one of the more disgusting ones.â
Namira gave a quick nod to answer him, then concentrated briefly to cast Pass Without Trace. Hidden by shadows and silence, she crept into the bushes, carefully drawing the crossed daggers at the small of her back.
When she heard the startled yelps of the bandits in the trees, and the thuds of them falling to the ground, she heard movement in the bushes not too far from her. Showtime. âAnd where do you think youâre going?â Her voice was quiet and dangerous, as was the smirk that crept onto her face when she dropped the spell and saw the panic on the bandits faces. Thatâll be the daggers. Poor bastards.
âWere you honestly hoping to spring some kind of trap? Smelling like that? Be thankful you got us, and not some patrolling guardsmen.â Not waiting for an answer, she shifted her weight and sprung. Get âem, Ian!
It was over just about as quickly as it began and it wasnât much longer after that that Ian was nearly purring with delight at the full feeling in his stomach. While they hadnât tasted very good at all, they did serve their purpose and he really couldnât deny the taste of fear and dread that seeped in if he showed some of his more demonic features before killing them helped quite a bit. Though... he tried to be more careful about letting those slip in front of Namira. She didnât need to see anything so horrific and vile.
Licking his lips and drying his face with the back of his hand, he approached his companion with a happy smile and put his now clean weapon away. âReady to continue on? I think I can hear that river from here. What do you say I get you lunch now?â
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For every đ I receive, Iâll share one fun fact about the muse.
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My muse took a magical attack meant for your muse! Send a symbol for them to have one of the following temporary effects:
đ To be blind
đŹ To be mute
đ To lose their memories
đ¶ To become their child self
đ€ To lose their powers
đ„ To become a different, alternative version of themselves
đ§ To be transported to a different, alternative universe
đ€ To fall into a deep sleep, but their soul lingers outside their sleeping body
đ To become of their opposite gender
đŻ To become unable to tell lies
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Casual reminder I fully subscribe to the "elves have droppy ears" when they're young headcannon and I 100% extend this idea to my demons who also have pointy ears.
Therefore; Faelen had droopy ears. Ian, Kuro, Shiro and Cerelia all had droopy ear tips.
(Have teenage Faelen with a bonus baby Ian in the upper left corner who just lost his first tooth)
#ooc#mun's musings#Kitana speaks#my art#musings;Faelen#musings;Ian#found this in my old folder and was reminded of how wonderful this is
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Please repost do not reblog.
CHARACTER SHEET â
FULL NAME: Duke James Ian Sandalius Robtrie (Duke is his title, not a name)
NICKNAME: Sandglass, Silly Lizard, Heartlight (from @cfmanymusesâs Namira)
ALIASES: the Kingâs Assassin/Pet (heâs not particularly fond of it anymore)
PRONOUNS: He/him
HEIGHT: 5âČ 8âł
ZODIAC: I never picked an official birthday, but demons donât really have zodiacs.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Demonic (including a special dialect known simply as Sand Demonic)
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HAIR: Depends on his mood. Fluffy, sandy brown when happy, flat, black when upset, in between when neutral, red tinged when angry/upset.
FACIAL HAIR: sometimes he has a bit of stubble or a mustache, but heâs usually clean shaven
EYES: Dark brown-gold, turns fuschia with cat slitted pupils when tapping into his demonic strength and abilities EXCEPT his dragon form which has gold swirling eyes
SKIN TONE:Â Olive-Tan
BODY TYPE: Lean and underweight (at least heâs not malnourished anymore courtesy of Namira)
VOICE: Mid-range, smooth voice though it is often soft and meek from centuries spent as a servant.Â
DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous though he favors his left
POSTURE: Rigid and tense, always seeming to be on high alert or submissive, especially towards authority figures he recognizes (ie: Kings/Queens and Nobles, simple guards or âpoliceâ are lower in the totem pole in his eyes)
SCARS: Too many and he spends quite a bit of his power to hide them. Heâs most self conscious about the claw gauges on his chest over his heart
BIRTHMARKS: He has a white symbol over his left eye and eyebrow, commonly seen on Sand Demons and unique to his family
MOST NOTABLE FEATURES: The birthmark over his eye and his pointed ears and teeth.
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PLACE OF BIRTH: He was born in the manor his family owned.
HOMETOWN: Hell
SIBLINGS: An older sister named Emily (deceased)
PARENTS: Kozmotis Robtrie and Duchess Robtrie (I...should think of a name for her) (both deceased)
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OCCUPATION: Servant and concubine to King Lucifer though in one verse heâs a traveling bounty hunter with Namira
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hellâs palace
CLOSE FRIENDS: Mia (fellow servant and mother figure), Balthazar âBillâ (soulmate from his main verse), Namira (fiery elf who stole his heart in his DnD verse)
FINANCIAL STATUS: Slave/poverty (he doesnât have anything to his name outside what his master has given him)
DRIVER'S LICENSE: No.
CRIMINAL RECORD: All other murders/crimes sanctioned/forgiven by his position as Luciferâs puppet, though his most notable act was that he murdered Malacine, the Crown Prince of Hell, at his wedding on King Luciferâs orders so that his master would remain king and Hell would have reason to go to war with Heaven and the Grim Reapers,
VICES: Desert flowers, lizards (he loves them), water/swimming, sweets, violence (heâs a demon...he thrives in the bloodshed)
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LOVE LANGUAGE: Giving gifts, physical affection, words of affirmation.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: Ian is most often the submissive partner in a relationship, not really knowing any other way to behave, but he is very dedicated and devoted to his partner. He will go to the ends of the earth for them if they asked. Heâs very supportive and surprisingly quite cuddly and playful when allowed.Â
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CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE: This Life is Mine / Love Like You / ADDICT / Use Me Up
HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Reading, sparring, playing with sand
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Heâs more analytical and literal so... I think thatâs more Right Brained, but he was more Left brained when he was younger and allowed to be creative and curious.
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: -100. He has absolutely no faith in himself or his abilities unless his king has told him otherwise. He gets much better later, but... initially, good luck convincing him he can stand on his own two feet.
Tagged by: I stole it from @cfmanymuses
Tagging: Whoever hasn't done this yet! It's a great post to get really in depth with your character and to allow others to learn things about them too, so I recommend everyone steal this from me and give it a shot.
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"Real food would be nice. I am getting pretty hungry."
He listened carefully to her directions when she spoke, but otherwise also stayed quiet and alert. Hus nose was already wrinkled in disgust by the time she said something and he was already tense and ready to pull his naginata from his back and attach the blade.
"I swear these ones rolled in rotten goblin guts." He complained quietly to her, though he focused more to pick out the scent and location of their souls, eyes flickering a bright fuschia with slitted pupils as he looked ahead. "Two in the trees, two in the bushes. Small group so far. 2 for each of us. They don't seem aware of us yet. Just waiting for the next group to pass by... Want to sneak up on them while I distract them?"
Ian waited for her confirmation and once Namira was out of sight and he was close enough he knew he had their attention, he drew a pair of throwing knives from his belt and threw them with inhuman speed at the two in the trees to knock them down to their level, pretending to be surprised as he pulled out his naginata and prepped it for the fight.
"Oh goodness, are you two alright? What were you doing up in the trees like that?"
lunar-realmsâ:
âIs the pull to the water really that strong?â The demon looked down at the charm around his neck resting next to the pendulums of his family members and put his fingers on it as if that would answer his question. âDepends on how hot it is when we get to the river. A dip in the water might be nice to cool off and besides, I could get us some lunch while Iâm swimming. It also might be a good idea to test out if I can even swim like that. How else would I be able to teach you?â
He did one last check over his own person as well before tucking his necklaces beneath his shirt and fastening his cloak around his neck. âWe should have left at dawn if you wanted to truly avoid them,â Ian teased, heading off down the road out of town with her.
He wasnât horribly concerned about being ambushed. Between the two of them, their hearing was usually good enough to alert them to anyone trying to sneak up on them long before they were in any real danger and Ian was getting much better at picking out the different scents in the air and even Namira had to admit bandits tended to have their ownâŠunique odor.
Namira shrugged. âIt can be, but you might not be as affected as I am? It feels more like a⊠What did Tala call them? Oh right, intrusive thoughts. Feels like one of those. After a while, you just learn to ignore them.â It had taken her a long time to learn that, and she had gotten fed up a few times and removed the charm. It had spent at least a few tendays in one of her belt pouches while she travelled, just so she didnât have to hear those whispers.
âThatâs a good point, but weâll see how we feel when we get to the river. It might be a good time to stop for a break by then, and I would never stop you from swimming. I donât think I could,â she joked, a cheeky laugh slipping out before she could contain it. âIâm not terribly worried about that. Worst thing that could happen is we get ambushed, we take care of it, and you get breakfast. Donât fuss, I canât remember the last time you actually ate something.â
She let herself lapse into comfortable silence, occasionally breaking it to point out a landmark or say something about directions, when she smelled something that made her gag and cover her nose. âUgh, smell that? Thatâs either really dirty adventurerâs, or bandits.â
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PSA:
You donât have to be nice to my character. You donât have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I donât consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling.Â
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cfmanymusesâ:
âI already trust you, Ian, I know you wonât let me go⊠Even if Iâll still be able to breathe.â Her smile became a cheeky grin and she let him go, heading to her room to pick up her things. Sheâd already packed up the majority of her things, she just had to put away her clean clothes and arm herself.
After a quick sweep of the room, she tugged on her gloves, picked up her backpack, and walked out to find Ian waiting for her. She was hardly surprised when he took her hand once more, and she squeezed his hand once more as they went to leave the inn. A brief stop to return their keys and pay for their stay, and they walked out into the street.
It was still fairly early in the morning, and the clear sky promised that it would be a fine day for travel. Namira squinted for a moment, like she was trying to remember where to go. âI think if we stay on this road for an hour, then follow the river when we see it, weâll be there possibly by midday? If not, weâll get there tomorrow and we can just camp alongside the river. Just, donât let the charmâs whispers get to you if we end up doing that, unless you wouldnât mind going for a swim?â
After adjusting her backpack and making sure her weapons were within reach, she looked to Ian with a smile. âLetâs get going before all the bandits wake up.â
âIs the pull to the water really that strong?â The demon looked down at the charm around his neck resting next to the pendulums of his family members and put his fingers on it as if that would answer his question. âDepends on how hot it is when we get to the river. A dip in the water might be nice to cool off and besides, I could get us some lunch while Iâm swimming. It also might be a good idea to test out if I can even swim like that. How else would I be able to teach you?â
He did one last check over his own person as well before tucking his necklaces beneath his shirt and fastening his cloak around his neck. âWe should have left at dawn if you wanted to truly avoid them,â Ian teased, heading off down the road out of town with her.
He wasnât horribly concerned about being ambushed. Between the two of them, their hearing was usually good enough to alert them to anyone trying to sneak up on them long before they were in any real danger and Ian was getting much better at picking out the different scents in the air and even Namira had to admit bandits tended to have their own...unique odor.
#ic#Ian#[ It's okay! It's still letting me safely cut posts for now... Not sure how long that's going to last though. ]#[ I think bandits are definitely in order. Ian hasn't truly eaten in awhile.#[ He tries to only eat in secret or when given direct permission since he still gets embarrassed doing so in front of Namira ]
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Rules - Muses
When darkness threatens to break its chains and the line between friend and foe becomes blurred, which side will you be on?
-oc/cannon friendly -multi-ship/multi-verse/multi-muse -years of rp experience -8 muses to choose from -asks/plotting highly encouraged! -please read rules before interacting~
[ BIG SHOUT OUT TO @cfmanymusesâ FOR MAKING ME THIS BEAUTIFUL PROMO BANNER ]
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                         Hear me now                         Itâs unavoidable                          I fulfill my vow                        Thereâs no escape                        I am unstoppable
Personals, please donât reblog!
#promos#promo#rp promo#love my rp bestie#seriously such an amazing and fun writer#still loves me even though I vanish for months at a time T-T
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starlight-spunâ:
Serafina paused. Why should he trust her? âIâŠâ she started, âI couldnât hurt you even if I wanted to, could I? Iâm smaller than you, Iâm just a regular and youâre not, and-â
She wanted to kick herself. Was there anything she could have said to make herself sound less trustworthy?
âI can help you. Please, come with me.â She thought for a moment. âShould I bring the doctor here instead? Can you wait an hour?â
@lunar-realms
Ianâs brow furrowed a bit at her reasoning, but it was...mostly sound. She smelled human. Even as he was, he could snap her neck if he really wanted to, but he was so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of pain, tired of being hunted and on edge.
He huffed a bit and looked around. He didnât really have much of a choice if he wanted to at least take care of one of the things ailing him. â. . .Fine. Iâll come with you.â He grumbled, almost muttering though he spoke more clearly as he continued. âYouâre sure your doctor can fix this? As you said, Iâm...how did you put it? Not âregularâ.â
[ @starlight-spunâ ]
"Who did this to you?" (@starlight-spun, Serafina to Ian) :3
send  â who did this to you ? â for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
Ian bared his canines defensively at the stranger though he knew he didnât look very intimidating with an arm dangling uselessly at his side, but it was worth a shot. Their concern caught him completely off guard; however, and his growl caught in his throat and died off before he could even let out an audible grumble.
He still regarded her with caution though, shifting his weight back as he supported and protected his arm. âThatâs not importantâŠâ He said softly. âWho are you? Why do you care?â
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cfmanymusesâ:
lunar-realmsâ:
Faelen didnât know what had happened, but he knew a grief-stricken howl when he heard one and it was only a matter of seconds before the elf was rushing to his dearest friendâs side though he didnât immediately embrace her as much as he wanted to. He waited a moment, letting her feel her emotions fully before reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder then gently pulling her into his arms.
âIâm so sorryâŠâ He squeezed her tight, not bothering to care if her wings were harmful to him or not. There was no need, he trusted her.
Her knees had buckled and she had sunk to the ground, blinded by tears and choking on her painful sobs. She barely registered the soft touch on her shoulder, though she did lift her head when she felt arms wrap around her. She couldnât really make out any facial features, but the gentle touch and soft voice told her it was Faelen. Unconsciously, she pulled back on her flames so they wouldnât hurt him, though her wings still shone like a celestial beacon.
âWhy him, Fae?â Her voice was tight as she choked out another sob, and she lowered her head again. Even if she could see, she wouldnât quite be able to look him in the eye.
Faelen slowly moved a hand up to pet her hair back, still holding her tightly for fear if he let go she would shatter into a million pieces. âI-... I donât know, Zunemira. I truly donât know.â
He took slow even breaths in attempts to help calm her, grateful when he felt Asheâs arms wrap around her and himself from the side. He glanced up at his friend and shared a quiet look of helplessness before returning his attention to their grieving companion.
âSometimes, the horrible, terrible things that happen donât have a reason or explanation and they hurt all the more for it. The only thing we can do is take comfort to have loved them so much that losing them hurts so badly.â He offered, slowly letting her go after a few minutes so as to not smother her or make her overheat. He let Ashe hold her awhile longer though, knowing the knight couldnât help it and would cling for as long as she was crying or until she told him to let her go.
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cfmanymusesâ:
âI know, but it does feel childish, love.â Namira knew her fear made sense, she just wished it wasnât such a crippling one.
âMaybe I can conquer this, if I just listen and follow you?â
She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts brewing in the back of her mind, and turned her attention back to him. He seemed eager for their next trip, and if she was being honest, so was she. âOf course. Weâve been doing nothing but other peopleâs busy work, itâs high time we took a break. I doubt anyoneâs going to get on our tails about it.â
The bad joke made her smile, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. âGo get your things, okay? Iâll get mine, and we can be on the road as soon as Iâve paid the innkeeper.â
âIâll never let you go even for a second if youâre not ready. I promise. You can trust me, Namira.â He squeezed her hand back and laughed softly at the joke, always one for a well placed pun or two.
âIâll be ready.â Ian made quick work of packing up and getting everything situated and he made sure to do a once over of his room to ensure he wasnât missing anything before going to wait for Namira in the hall. He rocked back and forth on his heels and toes in anticipation, smile never leaving his face.
He hardly hesitated to grab her hand when she finally came out of her room. âLetâs get going,â he chimed brightly, nodding to the exit and leading her along after theyâd dropped off their keys with the innkeeper.
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reblog if you are okay with doing one-off replies or receiving asks that arenât going to turn into threads
Sometimes, you wanna receive memes and answer asks, but you arenât pressed for the answered ask to turn into a thread. The same goes for sending memes and sometimes you donât wanna turn the answer into a thread, you are happy with it as is. Treating asks like vignettes and not just turning everything into a thread. Thatâs valid! Let your followers know that its okay if they donât turn everything into a thread. They can send memes and not have to turn everything into threads.
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cfmanymusesâ:
âMaybe I should ask someone to teach me how to fly. Might get my mind off of things.â
Cerelia cleared her throat a bit to let the other know she was there and swatted Ashe and Faelen away as they tried to push her closer. âUhm...I... might be able to help you with that.â She confessed, folding her arms over her chest shyly as she let her giant snow owl wings and tail materialize and unfold from her back. âI keep them hidden most of the time because they get in the way and people donât...really react well to them, but if you want to learn how to fly, I can teach you.â
The two behind her gave Zunemira a thumbs up and smiled encouragingly.
#ic#Cerelia#Ashe#Faelen#[ I have decided that angels really should have tail plumage. I mean. How else are they going to control what direction they're flying??? ]#[ or control flying in general. ]
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can i bite you with romantic intentions?
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