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Roleplay Icons $1 each Flat Color- $2 each Experimental Color- $3 each

Also willing to do Lineart of your own sketches for $10 (regardless if it’s fullbody, portrait, or has multiple characters)

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Decided to try opening up commissions since I really need this. Feel free to ask questions in the askbox here or even at my main blog.

Paypal is the same as my contact email, so send me commission details at-

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[I’m alive! Just distracted with stuff and thinking about starting up commissions.]

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Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

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Were his memories truly worth doing such a thing?

The man seemed to be heavily considering it for a moment. How far back would he have to go? He shoved the temptation to the back of his mind, trying to prevent it from growing any further. “Even if it were to merely observe, traveling back still creates pinholes in the flow of Time.” He’d go more into detail, but he didn’t want to accidentally confuse the poor girl.

“Time is not the only thing being alter when you travel through it. You are distorting the fabric of Space as well.”

“Read about me…?” 

The man genuinely looked confused for a moment, but didn’t push for answers. He knew there was a reason that he was unable to remember anything connected to that name. But it was indeed a name that he felt was once his own. “I, myself, am indeed real. However, I believe the being that was once Aion is now sealed away. Or perhaps, has ceased to exist with myself now in their place.”

Elian closed the watch, returning it to his pocket while he listened to her continue speaking. “I blame Man in the Moon for that. The answers can only be unlocked by him, or someone who was alive even before his own mother and father came to be.” However, the thought of him handing his pocket watch over to MiM left a bad taste in his mouth. It left him feeling utterly disgusted by just the mere thought.

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RWBY OC Roleplay Sideblog

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Non-Selective, obviously OC and AU friendly, and Multishipper.

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(Fennel was watching @ionahi's stream yesterday. She kept making kissy noises at the chat, especially at @sarkisms' user.)

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[I wanna partake in Sinday, but Father Time makes that really difficult to do . 3. Plus, no one is interested in him other than @theshadowofchristmas ]

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an ex art student’s lament

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[With how much detail that went into the RWBY verse, I'm half tempted to just make a sideblog out of it. Also good morning. Just woke up and currently just sitting here, still too terrified to start interactions with anyone I still have yet to)

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The man looked around cautiously, a tight grip already on the sword at his hip. He still could not detect the source of the sound, but there was definitely something there. "It may be best if we left the area...quickly."

“Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.”

Ren went dead silent, ears straining to hear what the other had. Then he could hear something but was unable to discern what it was. He frowned and looked up at the man. “What is that?”

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All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

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“Of course.”

He gave a soft smile and sat down next to her, his sheathed sword clanking slightly as it bumped against the ground. Elian sat in silence with Nora, letting her take her time calming down. It probably would have been better if she didn’t bottle up whatever was bothering her, but decided that this was still just as good. It’s what she wanted, and he was gong to respect Nora’s decision.

“Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.”

The usually hyper girl pulled her knees closer too her chest, her cheeks streaked with tears and mascara, an almost empty bottle of vodka in hand, and head pounding, “I-I’m fine, don’t worry yourself about me, go away please.”

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“Well, you have yet to give me a reason not to care. I also find it normal to be concerned for someone who is in such a state, especially someone of your age.” Elian set the bottle down away from her. “Would it help to talk about it? I will not force you, but I believe leaving you here alone will not be of any help either.”

“Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.”

The usually hyper girl pulled her knees closer too her chest, her cheeks streaked with tears and mascara, an almost empty bottle of vodka in hand, and head pounding, “I-I’m fine, don’t worry yourself about me, go away please.”

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The man raised a brow, concerned for the girl before him. She certainly did not seem the type to be in such a state. And the bottle concerned him even more. He knelt down beside her, gently taking the bottle from her hand. “Miss...what has upset you?”

“Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.”

The usually hyper girl pulled her knees closer too her chest, her cheeks streaked with tears and mascara, an almost empty bottle of vodka in hand, and head pounding, “I-I’m fine, don’t worry yourself about me, go away please.”

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worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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“Read about me...?” 

The man genuinely looked confused for a moment, but didn’t push for answers. He knew there was a reason that he was unable to remember anything connected to that name. But it was indeed a name that he felt was once his own. “I, myself, am indeed real. However, I believe the being that was once Aion is now sealed away. Or perhaps, has ceased to exist with myself now in their place.”

Elian closed the watch, returning it to his pocket while he listened to her continue speaking. “I blame Man in the Moon for that. The answers can only be unlocked by him, or someone who was alive even before his own mother and father came to be.” However, the thought of him handing his pocket watch over to MiM left a bad taste in his mouth. It left him feeling utterly disgusted by just the mere thought.

“I may not fancy either, but trust me, child. I will not interfere as long as no one tampers with the flow of time.”

Her sudden excitement about him having another name was certainly new to him, he wasn’t quite sure on how to respond. It felt familiar somehow, yet still unfamiliar. “I am not sure what about it I can tell you, just that I know it is a name that belongs to me. Or at least, it once did at some point before I came to be what I now am.” The man watched her for a moment, his gaze softening. He reached into his pocket, pulling something out that was attached to a long golden chain. There was a soft ticking coming from it, and with a loud click, he opened the device and showed it to her.

The object appeared to merely be an ordinary pocket watch despite the ornate design on the shell of it. The inside was the same as any other pocket watch, the hands over the current time of where he was, and the thin hand counting the seconds occasionally pointing at the roman numerals. The gears within the watch were visible in the middle, and other than that, nothing seemed off about the device, except for something carved into the the inner roof of the lid of the housing case. It glowed a soft silver color, and appeared to be a rune of some sort. Perhaps a seal, but what was it keeping hidden away? The rune almost looked familiar, and resembled a Moon.

“There is also more to your Man in the Moon than you are let to believe. I am often called Chronos, the God of Time, and as such, the names Father Time, Keeper of Time, and so on, come with it. However, the only name that has ever felt familiar to me, is Aion.”

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“It would seem so...” Elian looked at the remains of the net, wondering if it had been a human who put that net there. “Someone who is aware of such an existence...” He walked over to it, kneeling down to pick up one of the shredded pieces of the net. “Are you alright, miss?” The man didn’t look a the other as he asked, still examining the piece of netting in his hand.

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Fey let out a small yelp as she struggled trying to untangle herself from the netting she was trapped in. Even her wings were tangled in this dam net. Who puts a net in a tree lining any way! She could not even reach her dagger to cut her way out. She was trapped and she knew it.

“I feel so bloody foolish” the red head muttered. The ropes and netting were starting her hurt her wings a little.

The nightmare king was slumped in his throne, a nearly empty bottle of red wine in his hand. “S-Stupid Guardians…” the boogieman slurred. After another herd of his nightmares were destroyed by the guardians of childhood, he had decided to wallow in self pity and wine. He was very drunk and in no state to cause fear or nightmares.