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❝ I don’t know WHY I put up with you,

CARL. ❞

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#[ ✕ :: ʰºˡºᵍʳᵃᵐ ]#Self-Promo #((Oh look what I made))

[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ] - (( So I’m tired and given my other blogs, I’m not sure if this is a good idea. Please vote here if you can.- http://goo.gl/hP04W1 ))

#[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ]#((I'll get to replies and starters tomorrowish))

[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ] - (( About to go play SW: KOTOR for the first time, I’ve been wanting to play it for years but haven’t gotten the chance. Wish me luck! ))

#[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ]#((I know about the characters but not like the story so??))#((Lets see how this goes!!))#((I am hype!!!))

✍

SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I’D LIKE TO RP AS.

Sheogorath from The Elder Scrolls.

☹ ☻ ☺ 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕄 𝔸 𝔻 ☺ ☻ ☹

❝Oh, HAH! Wouldn’t tha’ be somethin’?❞

Frigid, chilling ends of lips curled upward, a grin singularly in a matter of perspective. Teeth clenched against others with charm, but concealed behind an ecstatic and languid facade of nonsense. Every contradictory factor laying into his movement. Dashing, but graceless when the mood shifted to red-soaked ferocity. Ablaze, his vision was a FIRE, searing through rooted flesh and soul.

Oh wouldn’t THAT be something?

Tap tap tap, hickory clashed with resistant stone. ‘Dull dull dull’, the dark olive green would equally perturb those whom caught it’s gaze at the edge of formidable staff. A sharp turn, heel dug into the floor, a step of each foot’s sound ricochet off the arches of the hall. Bounding over, flaming stare of guilt accompanying tribulation, t’was an intimidating shadow. Only the ambers of the two INFERNOs remain. Last of ashes.

HA

HA . .

❝Ye’ don’ think I won’t. Di’you? I oughta give ya’ the HONOR of’ havin’ yer tendons used fer a swing …❞

☹ ☻ ☺ 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕄 𝔸 𝔻 ☺ ☻ ☹

#Anonymous #[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#((Okay but for real I've been wanting to rp as Sheogorath for a LONG freakin' time.))#((But I haven't seen much Elder Scrolls community so Idk??))

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Send me a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic for our muses.

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Friendships & Romantic ships both acceptable !! If you’d like it to be as if our muses were in a relationship please add “love” after the symbol.

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cackliingchaos

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astrodrxid-blog

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Jack had found himself alone for the night, it was dark, cold, and the rainy mood and LOUD noises didn’t help the young child at all. Curled up and well hidden behind boxes and trash, he was alone. He couldn’t go back home, he really couldn’t. A noise caught his attention, his little heart STOPPING. It didn’t sound like a cat, or even a PERSON. Not as small, NOR as big. He froze up at this point, holding his breath as he waits for whatever it is to go away, bright blue eyes wide with FEAR.

@astrodrxid

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If there was anything that machines like himself loathed, it was getting wet- regardless of whether or not they were waterproof. Any and all liquids not safely contained even when harmless was a nuisance.

But still, Artoo had to admit he was certainly lucky. It was an honest miracle that he hadn’t been stolen and sold for scrap already. On a freezing, and pitch-black night like this the bot could easily have been snatched up at any time. Plus, the water wasn’t really THAT bad.

His treads were grinding against the soaked concrete, trying to avoid puddles whenever possible. As well as the trash surrounding him. For whatever reason, he felt the need to stop- no, the thought was ridiculous. Why stop when it was dumping buckets out here? All the AI needed was some shelter..

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#[ ✕ :: ᵍᵃˡᵃͨᵗ'ͨ fᵉᵃᵗˢ ]#[ ✕ :: Ｖ- ??? ]#((No no I understand completely!))#((If you want though I could switch to my human verse if you don't like this response! But you are perfect :D))

[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ] - (( -Wonders if I should make an rp blog for that OC muse I had in mind??? Would you guys like her? Cause Idk tbh most people don’t seem to like Ocs-?? ))

#[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ]#((I mean she might get some attention if I put A LOT of time into her but idk??))#((Most people don't really like OCs especially fandomless ones??))#((Not that there is anything wrong with that but it gets kind of pointless and lonely over there tbh))

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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heartsnmagic

⟡ Make a wish. ⟡

Name one thing you really enjoy about how I portray my character.

#[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]

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SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I’D LIKE TO RP AS.

SHAPE-SHIFTING ORIGINAL CHARACTER

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Grey fused with virgin white, blending the values together within the open air. A mixture of clouds hid the white peppered substance as it fell from the heavens. God’s frozen, bitter tears. His moral punishment for the sins of man and the devil’s monsters. Whom roam his failed domain, the floods he promised were breathed between lips of lies and crossed fingers. Now instead of a roaring tantrum, came forth the pouting- the silent treatment.

And among monsters disguised as the sons and daughters of Eve, laid Lucifer’s work stitched in morph. Fingers of feathers, teeth of beaks, cries of screeches. Gripping talons along the battered fence, Chamoisee is vibrant against the hues of sorrowful blue and dull light.

A FALLEN ANGEL,

DEVIL’S SNAKE.

Claws of an alluring creature carefully balance over rotten wood, wind’s steady howling leaving no impression upon her. Only the forest’s gaze towers over. Keen, piercing black orbs remain buried under tufts of wet fluffing. But even as they remain fixed within the queen’s skull- there was no mistaking the approach of another.

❝ Be wary, victims doth not lie of wolves here..❞

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#kel-dorjedi #[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#((Honestly I had a LOT of fun writing this))#((But the problem is no one wants to follow let alone roleplay with fandom-less OC's..))

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Send “➧” if you’re a mutual who hasn’t roleplayed with me yet and you want to plot.

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[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ] - (( BRUH, YOUR CHEWIE IS THE FUR-BALL OF LIFE. Notlifedayfuckdatnoise, BUT YES WE SHOULD TOTALLY PLOT SOMETIME FRIEND!!! ))

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#[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#((THE ADVENTURES OF WALKING CARPET AND WADDLING TRASHCAN FTW))#ofbowcasters

✁ Threepio or Luke?

Send me a ✁ with two names and I'll tell you whom my muse would save.

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N O. T H I S W A S N ‘ T H A P P E N I N G.

He felt the words sear through his mind and scream in his head. The legendary Artoo Detoo, crossed the galaxy as it’s messenger-bringing forth the plans of hope, savior to all those he’d come to know and love. Each neck ripped away from the frigid claws of death.

And yet, there hadn’t been yet a scenario where he’d be forced to choose. To be the judge and jury for two lives, one unable to live whilst the other functions. Making his pain increase, they were too life long friends.

Who would he save?

See-Threepio, merely a year prior to his construction he’d met the droid in a hilarious scenario the gold ceased to recall. Despite this, they universe saw fit to glue them together. No matter how far one went, the other would locate them once more. He’d thought they’d be together until their metal became rusted and their circuits frayed. He was wrong..

Luke Skywalker, son of the greatest man Artoo ever had the pleasure of serving under. But better, in which he’d never turn his back. The last shimmering hope in the galaxy, displayed bright as a hero. The droid would never forgive himself, and frankly neither would his parents- if Luke had been killed under his guard.

He couldn’t ask for a better friend..

He couldn’t ask for a better master..

WHO?

...

I’M SORRY THREEPIO.

I CAN’T LET ANOTHER SKYWALKER DIE.

N O T A G A I N.

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#[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#((THIS IS SO SAD D: ))#rollingmapcarrier

SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I'D LIKE TO RP AS.

#[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#((OH MY GOD YES PLEEEEASE SEND THIS))

Send “➧” if you’re a mutual who hasn’t roleplayed with me yet and you want to plot.

#[ ✕ :: ᵈᵉʲᵃʳ'ᵏ ]#[ ✕ :: ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˢ ºⁿˡʸ ]

BEHAVIOR HEADCANONS-

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Once Artoo becomes attached to you as an owner, you are STUCK with him. Kinda like a lost dog you continue to feed, he’ll continue to visit your house and even follow you to and from work just to see you. Even when you mistreat him he remains loyal. This explains why Artoo goes into low-power mode when Luke disappears. Again, how a dog would if his owner hasn’t come home in a while. Notice how he immediately turns back on when there is a CHANCE he will see Luke again? In fact, he would have done the same for Anakin if he hadn’t first thought Obi Wan had killed him. No matter what you do as his master, he’ll do his damnedest to be there to offer help and support whenever he can. And also head pats, he wants head pats.

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Speaking of dogs, I’ve noticed Artoo has a lot of parallels with them. Even though he is most certainly NOT an animal and shouldn’t be treated like one- he seems to act a lot like one. As I’ve mentioned before, he is loyal to a fault, loves head pats- but thats not all. Every time you come home at the end of the day (Han, Leia or Luke) he’ll immediately be at your feet. Asking how your day was and just being happy you’re home. R2-D2 also enjoys playing games, even simple ones like catch. Such acts often make him feel closer to the person he is participating with.

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BUT, if you’re NOT Artoo’s owner and mistreat him or insult anything he stands for- he will get IMMENSELY sassy about it. Even if it results in him getting hurt or beaten around, he’ll crack plenty of jokes at your expense and he’ll make disgusted or cruel-sounding remarks. Though he doesn’t often resort to violence unless YOU do.

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#[ ✕ :: ᵇᵃͨᵏᵍʳºᵘⁿᵈ ]#[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ˢᵉⁿᵗ'ᵉⁿͨᵉ ]

Send me a ✁ with two names and I'll tell you whom my muse would save.

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