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OH MY GOD I FORGOT I HAD THIS BLOG ROFL.

I’ve been busy with simblr for those who aren’t followin’ Shinhye’s blog. OTL

so if you want to reach me on discord it’s Chimera (InkyBlick)#6017 and

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instagram? eurloia

Deviantart? eurloia

And I guess if I actually get my life together and start twitch again? here

I usually just do all my plotting and stuff in discord now lordt

#chi chats #(*drags hands down face* my gawd)#(i'll be active on my rp blogs one day just.. not today)

INBOX CALL

You’ll get either gal thrown at you. May contain and optional NPC in that ask who knows.

#INBOX CALL

Ronnie went from having her hair to her waist to having it super short.

Isa grew it out so Ronnie can occasionally braid her hair as an apology until her hair grows back which will be quite some time.

#I: Image #R: Image #(Isa is also dating someone in this game)#(which amuses me greatly)

So uh.

Ronnie and Isa switched hair lengths as I continued to play them so I shall say in time skip period... they have an appearance change maybe?

But Ronnie has a good reason as to why her hair is short....Isa singed it on accident rofl

#Chi Chats #(Hi yes I'm back)

theaterofmisfits‌:

Despite the strange phenomena last night, Lubbock managed to get some good sleep which probably took longer than six hours. Most of the time, he only had three hours of sleep at most ever since he wandered in different places on his own. Quite his first time actually having some decent rest after a very long time.

As he finally wake up and was about to prep himself to take his leave soon, he heard a knock on the door along with a familiar voice calling him. So they serve breakfast for occupants? He might’ve pondered a bit if that requires to be paid later along with his stay in such a bizarre motel if it was even considered as one.

He opened the door to welcome Ronnie in his room, also pondered a bit if she actually works for this place as a helper. “Oh, thanks. No need to bother yourself doing it though.” Then again, he might not like it either if it’s that Oswell who brought him his meal. The landlord of this place still gives him the creeps. That being said, he moved at the side for the other to come inside.

“A balanced meal to start the day is very important.“ She states as she passes through the door way. The Dracula carefully places her basket down upon the bed before she carefully lifts the wicker lid up and moves the checkered flannel blanket from the opening. She removes an apple strudel that is encased in a plastic takeout container, “I was not aware of what you are able to eat.“

She admits before pulling out a few mason jars with various fruit, “So I decided to go a head and get a bit of everything. In the event that you were allergic to the apple or cinnamon in the strudel.”

“If this is not to your liking I could prepare a meal for you back at my school.“ She finally offers as well. It was a free week, no classes until the full moon as it was deemed to be the most potent for magic users. “If that is not an option, then I am welcome to purchase a meal of your liking.“

#theaterofmisfits #[Ronnie]

roanarch

More Shinhye cause I don’t have a problem…. not at all

She’s a masterpiece ok and you can’t tell me otherwise.

#(YA'LL AIN'T SAFE HERE)#(I POST THEIR GMA ALL THE TIME)#(LOOK AT HER)

pluviamoved

♣ I have no real energy for a fancy new promo graphic sooo…

Hey there! My name’s Madi. I’m 23, married, and a full-time office worker. I’m here with my girl Arabella Noemi Cesario-Furuya. She’s a 26-year-old jeweler.

A fandomless OC with verses for various different fandoms (i.e.: Pok/e/mon, Detroit Be/co/me Hu/man, My He/ro Aca/demia, etc.) I’ve got 8+ years of RP experience, and Bella has the same amount of time in development.

Like/reblog this if you’d be interested in having my girl thrown at you!

#blog promo

theaterofmisfits‌:

Everything was quite a bliss. A warm shower was nice and the robe was cozy. Just when Lubbock was about get on the bed, the radio seemed to have switched on on its own. Was that automatic? What actually startled him were the voices from that radio that seem to greet him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he thought, somewhat wary that they might hear him if he speak. How’s he gonna sleep comfortably with those haunting voices? At least the radio turned off afterwards, breaking the noise into silence.

Lubbock covered himself with a blanket, trying to get his mind off from those creepy voices and get to sleep. Don’t mind them. As long as no more weird things to occur, he should be fine.

The morning arrived and Ronnie decided to check in on the man she met yesterday. Within her hands was a basket that was freshly out of deliveries. All books and flowers were gone and exchanged for the day and she didn’t mind it at all. Inside instead now was a pastry and some fruit she picked up along the way. She wasn’t sure about allergies so the jars she picked were rather general. Raspberries, strawberries, blueberries and some cherries. She would’ve agreed to the blackberries but they weren’t ripe yet despite the vendor telling her otherwise.

As she approaches the building and carefully enters the residence, her initial instinct is to head straight upstairs to check on the man. Instead she waits for a moment, tapping on the banister before mumbling a soft good morning. The ground below her gives a soft mechanical humming before she proceeds up the stairs, “Sir Lubbock”

She calls out before she gives a soft knock, her voice still soft, “I brought you breakfast if Oswell hasn’t fed you yet. ”

#theaterofmisfits #[Ronnie]

carnigon

A life game in which I don’t have much experience…

Defying commands, go radical, it’s fine even if it’s buggy.

I’ll break it down,

Are you ready now?

cobalthavoc‌:

Abigail gave a playfully wicked giggle as she laid her phone down and reached into her purse for her pen and something to write on. “I thought I was going to have to cry on you or something equally dramatic…here, I’ll write everything out. I want to spoil you some more.”

She extracted the invitation to the event she’d be attending, turned it over, and wrote in medium, slanted script the names of the grim reapers she’d actually be seeing that night: Katrin Sturludóttir, Matias Mäkinen, Rikard Carlstrom, Elind Vangsness along with their specified flowers and division drop-off addresses.

“Do you also charge for adding cards?” Abigail asked while scratching out her own information. Ronnie was lucky the order only covered the Nordic leaders of one division; she could buy for the other four divisions and their leaders, but she was already showing off. A rare occasion, despite her proud nature, she didn’t see the point in flaunting the power she had. Now was an exception, it was out of love.

“…Is it okay if I want something with bad words written in?” Abigail whirled her pen and watched for horror, or maybe more embarrassment from her niece. “Is ‘Fuck you, good work’ too much for a school club?”

Ronnie blinks in curiosity to the statement made by Abby. Did she normally do this with her granduncle? Maybe even her father as well? She would protest herself but she feared that might fuel her aunt even further. The dragon was flustered enough as is.

Watching the names, addresses and other information be scribbled on the card, Ronnie wondered what her club members would think of quite the large order. Eyes glanced up at the mention of cards. She wasn’t exactly sure now that she thought about it. If they did, she was not the right person to ask. she doubt they’d charge for a piece off card stock. So naturally her head shook to that.

The mention of words, words specifically of a vocabulary in Isa’s library, Ronnie blankly stared at her aunt before softly answering, “I believe I would have to ask the professor on that one.”

#cobalthavoc #[Ronnie]

cobalthavoc‌:

“That’s too damn bad I’ll visit my niece if I want to.” She gave a short, self-satisfied giggle. “I’m joking.” Another short yet menacing giggle and her arm emerged from her coat. She waved her hand dismissively. “Sort of—I planned to visit you at the start of the year but…I can’t explain it to you without getting into trouble.”

And if it all ended up sounding like more excuses then she had less reason to try. Where would she start, anyway? Longshot was finally dead; Abigail was technically, truly dead for a month, there was a recovery period and now she was “back.”

“If I could tell you everything, I would,” Abigail continued as her expression wrinkled. She wanted to provide a reasonably more substantial reason than that while keeping it brief and dodging legalities. “Basically, five years into my leadership position I was put onto a case and it was really, REALLY hard to get done. The criminal was really, REALLY annoying. She sucked.”

Abigail suppressed a cringe; this was the safest and goofiest way to go about such a severe time in her career.

“I don’t touch cigarettes.” She gestured at Isa’s pockets. “Inner Abigail did. I think over the years I spent on that assignment she had a pack a day. That’s how crappy that woman was…!”

The saying was true, wasn’t it. You really find out what you’re made of once you face off with your equal.

She certainly seemed child-like to Isa. Especially in how she acted. Either way Isa finds out that her aunt did want to visit for some time but apparently something happened. She wasn’t going to bother with prying anyways, it didn’t pertain to her so it was none of her business. It seemed that Abby didn’t mind explaining somethings to Isa, even if their bond wasn’t exactly strong to begin with.

“Well it’s done now. In the past i’ll assume as well.” She also points out while glancing towards the sky, estimating the time by the positioning of the sun. Ronnie should be in a class now today. There’d be no use going back to their dorm room at the moment, that and Isa would rather not show off anything to Abby. Rather she didn’t want her to have the luxury of seeing not only hers but Ronnie’s as well.

“Well it’s early for dinner, brunch maybe.“ She admits while teasing a few strands of her pixie cut, “Not hungry so I can show you around the school if you want.“

“We could probably find Ronnie in class as well.“ She casually admits while walking past the reaper, not bothering to wait for a response before she was on her way back into the building.

#cobalthavoc #[Isa]