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[herpsydaisy-archived]

well it’s time for me to be a sheep and try to cram down my muses to a handful (since not a lot of them are actually around anymore)

WELCOME! To the work-in-progress mutli-muse blog of Herpsy. Blogs that will be moved on here are:

@pepotour , @chaoticxtrust , @majiinken , @kyovert-a , @hyruliantrash , @smolchxld , @rudechxld , @seulc , a normal papyrus, @arriort , and that should be it! If there’s anymore, they will be added to the list I am working on.

[arriort-a]

{ polka coda: }

A soft smile settled onto her features, a bit relieved to see she wasn’t the only one blushing { though it was her blush that had brought it about }. She laughed again at his words, relishing the feeling of comfort that exuded from the stranger. 

Her smile widened at his introduction, and she cheerfully accepted his outstretched hand. Her small hand was absolutely engulfed by his bigger one, which only made the already petite girl seem smaller.

“O-oh, right! Woops.” Another giggle left her lips, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Arrior. My name’s Polka Coda.”

Tiz was surprised, she didn’t seem so small before, his large hands enveloping hers, another wrapping over the top, head cocking to the side with that widened smile. He was glad, it seemed, that he had made a good first impression. She was, herself rather sweet, voice soft, but sweet, the little tinkling of laughter making him feel welcomed, trusted, even if he had no need for either of these things.

   -- “It’s fine!

              Please, call me Tiz, it’s nice               to  meet  you  as  well, Miss                Coda.”

Basic manners, but there was something about it that was endearing. Almost as-if it shouldn’t have to be a necessary following, yet was. Which was fine, as a simple sheep herder, he was far from the most cultured or well-mannered man, but he tried his best to be respectful. 

   -- “Thank you

                   for your help, it was                    much appreciated.”

And his smile told it was the truth. Glancing to her basket, then to her face once more. Perhaps he should offer to help her? Though how would one react if a stranger you just met ( true, she was laughing and, he assumed, comfortable around him ) offered to do something for you? It may appear suspicious, and he felt himself begin to fumble at his words. He simply wished to help her, it should not take conviction to ask such things, yet it did as he swallowed back flem in his throat.

   -- “Would you,

                   might want some help?”

There is a little laugh, melting tensions from his shoulders as his hand pulls away, going once more to scratch at the back of his head.

   -- “It’s the

               least I could do, you did save                my laundry, after all.”

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

”It’s fine! Really!" A smile spread across pink lips, waving it off as nothing. “Did you need something, anyway?" Might as well ask — after all, he had literally dropped in. He must’ve needed something!

Tis was embarrassed by his fess up, but pulled himself back and merely shook his head. It had been a complete accident to have fallen from that height, and thus had been pleased nobody had been hurt. It was quite surprising to be caught in such a way … 

   ”Ah, I’m

          afraid not. You see I’m just           one of the people called in           to help with construction.”

This time, anyway.

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

arriort looks lost. 

    Ever curiously Red taps the shoulder of the smaller person, her coy look is one of friendly jest, before pulling back and hiding the Transistor just at her back. Holding a sword wasn’t exactly the most friendly introduction. 

   Without a single word she merely gestures with an elegant palm; fingers     wiggling quickly, trying to inquire if they were alright. 

   "So this

          is how Anges feels..."

Brown eyes glanced awkwardly about, leather gloves clenching and unclenching. Unaware of where exactly he should be going. The strange world about him currently a mesh of white pillars and very beautiful ( near picturesque ) art hanging upon the wall.

Every bit of it confused the poor farmer who had been quickly overwhelmed in his own time at a rather large city, let alone this technologically advanced city. At the tap of her fingers his back straightened and he turned. Wide eyed and his mouth slowly split in a smile at the gesture.

   "Ah, finally

           someone else is here! It            was beginning to feel as            if I was the only one ..."

[arriort-a]

✎ if you wouldn't mind ! /)//w//(\ your art is so cute tbh !

[arriort-a]

XPIINKU SAID: [ WHY DO YOU DRAW AMAZING PLS TEACH ME SENPAI SO I MAY DRAW LIKE THIS ]

//SWEATS AWKWARDLY

first u get out ur program of choice. I choose firealapca

( make sure u have music )

make new canvas

squiggle in color of ur choice

and den u got art

herpsy's guide 2 b32t1ful 2rt 

[arriort-a]

✎ //sweats

[arriort-a]

                       Starter Call!

[arriort-a]

&&. headcanons

RELATIONSHIP:: ringabel

   Tiz has a very _complicated_ relationship with Ringabel. Where the rather crazy **(** once **)** amnesiac seems to have an insight and advantage over anything the brunette does, he has a varied and numerous ways to either _bend_ Tiz into doing what he wants, twist his mind to see things from a different perspective, or simply flat-out telling him to or else he would reveal a secret or other thought to their group of people.

   Tiz himself, at the disadvantage, has been tirelessly searching for any way to turn this around, and has found his only advantage is his ability with _women_. As a country man, earnest and honest, he seems like quite the lost cause, but seems to be the one who gains the most attention and is very simplistic, able to pick apart Ringabel's schemes for love quite easily with everything going wrong.

   This works the best in Florem, until _Red Knight_ astrix is achieved, and then it seems to slip back into the deep end as Ringabel proceeds to start messing with Tiz once more and pulling him into situations he is not comfortable with, but does anyway.

   Tiz _likes_ Ringabel. Tiz also finds Ringabel very solemn and strange, even after the revelation of Alternis Dim and what memories are known ... Tiz would give anything just to be able to offer a hand without it being twisted, even just slightly, to know exactly what Ringabel wants, needs, and has.

   -- IN MAIN VERSE --

   Ringabel is the friend that Tiz sees the least amount.    due to the airship, the man can visit him no-matter     what hour or time, but rarely does so. this upsets    Tiz, though he never voices the discomfort he feels,    instead respecting whatever Ringabel's wishes are    to be on his own.

   He understand that he may not be able to understand    what it's like to feel alone and remember your friends    are gone ... but, he also feels he would be the person    who would be able to empathize best out of their    ragaband group.

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

His laugh brings a small blush to her cheeks, though she does her best to hide it. She’s just so very unused to speaking with boys that she couldn’t help it. Still, it was a pleasant sound, and she couldn’t help but smile in response.

"Ah, that’s good! I usually end up forgetting the clips when I try to help with laundry."

She laughed softly, a musical sound that doesn’t often reach the ears of other people. For some reason, she felt rather comfortable in the stranger’s presence. Perhaps it was just because they were working together, or because of his friendly face.

"That’s true! I’m sure no one will mind a few wrinkles here and there."

The blush is seen between brown hues as they are quick to avert, a warming in his own cheeks following such simple embarrassment. Perhaps he had been quite bit too forward with the girl? Tiz himself was quite a bit laid-back when put in consideration to those few others around him.

   --"Ah, same

              I used to be awful at forgetting               them myself. Though if you do               it enough times, small tasks                like that become quite easy to               remember."

Her laugh was like a small bell, something so sweet, he was glad to have heard it. 

Brown eyes opened once more. The light flush upon his cheeks evening out his already gentle smile. A hand lifts, moving, gloves pulled free from fingers before the appendage is offered in an official greeting to the young girl.

   --"Though I

                  think we've forgotten the to                   introduce ourselves, right?

                     My name's Tiz. Tiz Arrior,                   it's a pleasure to meet you,                   miss...?"

[arriort-a]

{ hellric: }

"Where’d you get that?" He can’t help but ask; his stomach feels like it’s folding   inwards. Food of any kind looks good, even raw, even plain, even unseasoned or bitter or burned. “S’there a town nearby or…?” There hasn’t been a single scrap of anything but grass and fields for miles. He’s amazed, at this point, that there are even people around now, even if it is just one kid and his very appetizing …whatever that was. 

   --"A town?"

Near by? Certainly not. Though from the look upon the troubled others face, Tiz could gander at why he was being asked such a question. There was a small smile that edged at his lips, his head bowing in a slight nod as he turned his head to the side.

   --"I suppose

         if you don't mind a jaunt or          so. Though I'm afraid that          there's nothing quite so ...          'close' as you might like."

Gesture was made, his back turning, fruit not proferred as he turned about, biting at his lip in consideration. Had Ringabel not taken the ship, ( as if anyone else could navigate the beast of a thing ) Tiz may have been able to promise a quick trip ... certainly, Florem was a big country, filled with wild creatures, monsters, and fields.

   --"I could

       lead you there, if you would        like?"

[onnedhiel]

Lets play 20 questions, the first 20 asks I get sent I will answer, no matter how personal, creepy or sexual

[arriort-a]

wat do u mean my elsword is showing?

   tizcanmakebadpunsonoccassion

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

”If you wanted my attention, young man, you could have simply tapped my shoulder.” Catching the falling herder with a single hand, the fifteen year old carefully placed him back on the ground. “Are you alright?”

A squeak ran clear from Tiz's lips as he was caught, wince quick to be hidden behind a lop-sided smile. His hand pressed against the Prince's arm, slow exhale escaping his lungs with a small laugh.

   --"Ah, y-yeah,

              didn't mean to drop in on you."

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

    「 alas, the soft sigh is not concealed,      && neither is his irritated semblance.  」

            ❛ An explanation will suffice, for now. Surely           your presence here is not without a motive. ❜

He watches with a bated breath,  awaiting  the yelling as he stands there, damp clothing sending  shudders through thin shoulders ...

   --"It's snowing

             outside."

It was a blank statement as he pointed to a window, revealing  the  blanket  of  white  that  crossed one's field of vision.

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

           ’  if you would please settle down, that will be quite enough.  ’

   --"With what 

                I just saw?! But -- I've seen monsters                 less insane than that!"

[arriort-a]

{ ???: }

"Hm?" She had been walking home, a basket of herbs and flowers tucked under her arm, but she paused as the other called out to her. 

"Oh! Of course, it’s no bother. Here," She caught the sheet’s end, carefully keeping it off the ground, "But if I may say so, it’s a bit windy to do any drying today - If you don’t secure them well enough, you’ll probably lose them."

A light shake of his head, and a chuckle slipped from a warm throat. He glanced over, thankful for the help catching the clean linen before it could grace the ground. 

   --"Yep! This

                isn't my first time with wind                 and cleaning. Don't worry,                 I've got the clips right here."

With digging through his bag then a flick of the wrist, he revealed the clips made to latch onto wire from above clothing.

   --"Wrinkles them

                      slightly, but the clothes                       will be clean at the least."