An illithid centered rp blog

Illithid/ulitharid centered oc rp blog. I'm an adult, 20+ I'm literate to advanced literate, most drawings shown here are made by me unless stated otherwise. May have gore descriptions. No minors, nsfw in private.

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Redrew 3 years old illithid ocs art, I think it looks cute. These two are my big weakness(smaller squid belongs to my friend, large guy is mine) New on left, old on right.

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Large bastard's new SFW ref. More about Ruix here: https://toyhou.se/7403491.ruixalakesquiv

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pew pew

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childrenofthebrain​:

Humming some telepatically, Scypho moves over to hid thrall, going around it and rummaging through the massive bag that the hook horror had attached to the back.

The jellyfish looking humanoid takes out a different stone and metal mapping device that seems completed, he feels the information on it with his tentacles, to make sure that it’s the right one, then swiftly levitates over to the smaller illithid, passing the stone map written in qualith to her. “I believe this map signals the way to go back to that exit, if you can’t interpret it I could help you get there. Though, we would need to make a small deviation in the way ….” One thin long tentacle moves down to the map as he shows it to her, it taps around the right before stopping over a series of qualith lines that signalled a certain place. “Here, this is the nearest settlement, it’s a small outpost for merchants, it’s still far from here, though closer than the surface.” If Zeetee takes the map an feels it with her tentacles and psionics she’d be able to see in her mind the representation of pathways and emplacements, signalled precisely, albeit it felts odd for normal illithids in a way. “Ah, that’s cute, it’s alright, I don’t mind children. This over here is my thrall, Jrom, it was given to me by the tamers, so I had protection and eyes while traveling alone. Most of the time I keep it enthralled, so you don’t need to worry about it.“ The illithid of yellow tones releases a low psionic wave, it doesn’t hurt and seems more like it was just aiding the illithid with no eyes to scan the area for dangers.

With her six tentacles she takes a few and reads the map, qualith being no stranger to her. While she did so she shared her experience with Reega, it would be very tough for him to read it without tentacles, but she wanted him to experience it and to learn it regardless. The rest of the experience was a little strange but she took it in stride. “Looks like it might be a bit of a time before we get back surface side” Talking to Reega who bravely puffed his chest one more. “That’s alright I can tough it!” “if it’s not much trouble, I wouldn’t mind the company. I wouldn’t want to get lost again and I’m not native so i fear I’d easily stray off the path to get to the settlement. I wouldn’t mind a deviation if it means company” Reega looks at Zeetee, he knew that she was worried and he also knew that older now than he used to be. He was more of a burden than a boon when it came to danger. He wasn’t a fan of staying down here much longer but he trusted him momma to lead them back the right way.

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Scypho nods, though clearly using the eyes of the thrall to see through them. “I have to go over there anyways, I could also help you reach the surface afterwards. I have errands up there, but I hadn’t planned to go do them until at least a couple of months more. Well, sometimes plans don’t go how we envision them, which is fine, more exciting.” He begins to levitate again, map in tentacles, leading the way through the tunnel at a pace that was easy to follow. “The deviation is mostly to buy supplies, I don’t think I have enough water for a travel to the surface. By the way, if the child gets tired, my thrall can carry him. The only disadvantage of having you two as company is that I cannot release my venomous breath, my thrall is immune, but not you two. It’ll be alright, If we find dangers I have other ways to end them. Plus, I was getting bored of traveling alone. Say, do you two have anything interesting to tell about the surface or other worlds?” Said thrall was already following the odd, jellyfish like, illithid at an slower pace than Scypho’s levitation pace. The thrall also had glanced at the smaller illithid and at the half orc once.

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childrenofthebrain​:

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Wary she kept Reega behind her, who was currently staring wide eyed at the hook horror rather than the strange Illithid? It was enthralled she had seen this before, but it meant if something when sour with the stranger he could easily send it after them. She could feel Reega projecting uneasiness to her.

“Hello, sorry to be a bother but you wouldn’t happen to know where a settlement or town is would you?”

“I need to hire someone to bring us back surface side safely” Telepathically speaking with the stranger. They looked Illithid…sort of though the same could be said of her.

There was a pack on her back and a dagger at her side but she made no motion for any such weapon. Until she decides she needed to, hopefully she ran into a friendly. But you could never be too sure in the underdark. A good rule of thumb was trust no one she had been told.

Behind her Reega gave a grunt towards the hook horror as if telling it to be afraid of him. Amused she exstended s tentacle and gave him a reassuring pat. “It’s enthralled dear, won’t have to worry unless an order is given”

The levitating humanoid moved the tentacles of the back of his odd head in thought before turning, what seems to be his front is similar to his back, due to a lack of eyes or visible mouth. His head resembles a jellyfish with an humanoid body. “You have ended quite far from any settlements, we’re near the glimmer sea, close to the Earthroot. Where did you enter through? We’re not even that close to my colony.” He lowers until his feet touch the ground while handing the stone and metal mapping device to the thrall, odd set of thinner and bigger tentacles waving around. “But I know how to return to the surface. I have already mapped four paths to do so. Though, I doubt neither of us has enough supplies to do that kind of ascension, we’re quite deep into the caverns.” The thrall’s eyes have turned a different colour, a pale yellow, and it follows the movements of the illithid and the child. There’s a mental link, similar to a taste link, between the tall, odd illithid and the hook horror, seems as if he were using the thralls’ eyes to look at them. “I’m Scypho, a cartographer of the arisers.“ Arisers? That’s an illithid creed, then this humanoid must be an illithid. “Nice to meet you, are you from a colony from somewhere else? You don’t feel like the others I have met.“

Hearing the news they were far from any settlements, confirmed the dire situation she had lead them in. Disappointed in herself she internalized it but she couldn’t help but project it smally. “Uh it’s been a bit but we entered near a cave entrance by a lake and waterfall.” “I was afraid of hearing that” Grimacing as her six tentacles scrunched up slightly in annoyance. “You can find enough food can’t you momma?” Reega asked and tucked on her clothes.  “Depends, but I’ve been doing alright”Answering the small half-orc child. “I’m Zeetee, my hive is called Duv'ra'kth. But no, I am not from around here. I am from a place far away and tucked away beneath the waves and on the seafloor. My kind are aquatic and don’t often take to traveling surface side. I’ve simply gotten a tad lost exploring and gathering ingredients  to use for cooking”  A dull purple was the color of her skin, she had six tentacles but she was not very tall. She had some squiggle like markings on her tentacles and very clearly heart shaped marking on her head both of which were a pink color. “And I’m Reega!” He walks forward a step and pounds his puffed up chest, “And if your rude to momma I will have to fight you!” Chuckling she protectively takes a tentacle and pulls him back to her side. “And this is my son Reega, excuse his boldness”

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Humming some telepatically, Scypho moves over to hid thrall, going around it and rummaging through the massive bag that the hook horror had attached to the back. The jellyfish looking humanoid takes out a different stone and metal mapping device that seems completed, he feels the information on it with his tentacles, to make sure that it’s the right one, then swiftly levitates over to the smaller illithid, passing the stone map written in qualith to her. “I believe this map signals the way to go back to that exit, if you can’t interpret it I could help you get there. Though, we would need to make a small deviation in the way ....” One thin long tentacle moves down to the map as he shows it to her, it taps around the right before stopping over a series of qualith lines that signalled a certain place. “Here, this is the nearest settlement, it’s a small outpost for merchants, it’s still far from here, though closer than the surface.” If Zeetee takes the map an feels it with her tentacles and psionics she’d be able to see in her mind the representation of pathways and emplacements, signalled precisely, albeit it felts odd for normal illithids in a way. “Ah, that’s cute, it’s alright, I don’t mind children. This over here is my thrall, Jrom, it was given to me by the tamers, so I had protection and eyes while traveling alone. Most of the time I keep it enthralled, so you don’t need to worry about it.“ The illithid of yellow tones releases a low psionic wave, it doesn’t hurt and seems more like it was just aiding the illithid with no eyes to scan the area for dangers.

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Lost Steps Into The Dark

@childrenofthebrain It had been a couple weeks since you had wandered down and and into the presumed underdark. A place of which you had visited a few times here and there and only for a short time. However this time you had been laid claim to the wiles of the tunnel ways and cave systems and had gotten lost. Which wouldn’t be too much of a problem except you had your son with you. You were beginning to worry if your foraging and survival skills would be enough to make sure he was adequately cared and fed for while in such a dark dangerous place.

He was keeping pace just fine and you made sure to try to avoid most trouble. So far you’ve been able to find food where prolly most would not due to your knowledge and careful exploration of ingredients and their treatment. Currently you were wandering around a cave and looking so lost, just when you thought you found a tunnel upward it suddenly steered you back down. “This maze of tunnels is trying my patience”

“Don’t worry Momma, I’ll protect you” Reega huffs and pounds his little chest, and a tentacle came down to pat him gently on the head. “Of course you will,” Telepathically commuincating something Reega had over time picked up from her,

There had to be a way out, maybe if they could just find a town or settlement she could hire someone to escort them back surface side. Plus water was becoming an issue, luckily Reega always helped carry extra water but there was no garentee between water sources.

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A telepathic humming could be heard down the path and to the left of the cavernous system, someone, another psion, was projecting a slow melody that he had memorized. It would be easy for the two travellers to follow it to its source. If they do they will be met with sight of a tall, lanky figure, draped in pastel purple clothes, who has an unusual head shape and coloration. He levitated above the ground some, hands feeling over a fissure in the rock of the cave’s wall while his odd number of tentacles fiddled with what looked like some sort of mapping device made of stone and metal, writing in qualith on the stone part of the device while also doing some sort of drawn symbols to represent something that could only be felt through the use of psionics. He stopped projecting the humming once he felt the minds of two strangers approaching, although he doesn’t turn to face them. He does send them a telepathic greeting, a feeling of having acknowledged their presences and meant no harm. Not too far from the tall humanoid  fellow illithid?, was standing a clearly enthralled hook horror, whom charges a large traveling bag that was attached to its back, said bag seems to have enough supplies for a long travel.

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Wary she kept Reega behind her, who was currently staring wide eyed at the hook horror rather than the strange Illithid? It was enthralled she had seen this before, but it meant if something when sour with the stranger he could easily send it after them. She could feel Reega projecting uneasiness to her.

“Hello, sorry to be a bother but you wouldn’t happen to know where a settlement or town is would you?”

“I need to hire someone to bring us back surface side safely” Telepathically speaking with the stranger. They looked Illithid…sort of though the same could be said of her.

There was a pack on her back and a dagger at her side but she made no motion for any such weapon. Until she decides she needed to, hopefully she ran into a friendly. But you could never be too sure in the underdark. A good rule of thumb was trust no one she had been told.

Behind her Reega gave a grunt towards the hook horror as if telling it to be afraid of him. Amused she exstended s tentacle and gave him a reassuring pat. “It’s enthralled dear, won’t have to worry unless an order is given”

[childrenofthebrain]

The levitating humanoid moved the tentacles of the back of his odd head in thought before turning, what seems to be his front is similar to his back, due to a lack of eyes or visible mouth. His head resembles a jellyfish with an humanoid body. “You have ended quite far from any settlements, we’re near the glimmer sea, close to the Earthroot. Where did you enter through? We’re not even that close to my colony.” He lowers until his feet touch the ground while handing the stone and metal mapping device to the thrall, odd set of thinner and bigger tentacles waving around. “But I know how to return to the surface. I have already mapped four paths to do so. Though, I doubt neither of us has enough supplies to do that kind of ascension, we’re quite deep into the caverns.” The thrall’s eyes have turned a different colour, a pale yellow, and it follows the movements of the illithid and the child. There’s a mental link, similar to a taste link, between the tall, odd illithid and the hook horror, seems as if he were using the thralls’ eyes to look at them. “I’m Scypho, a cartographer of the arisers.“ Arisers? That’s an illithid creed, then this humanoid must be an illithid. “Nice to meet you, are you from a colony from somewhere else? You don’t feel like the others I have met.“

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Lost Steps Into The Dark

@childrenofthebrain It had been a couple weeks since you had wandered down and and into the presumed underdark. A place of which you had visited a few times here and there and only for a short time. However this time you had been laid claim to the wiles of the tunnel ways and cave systems and had gotten lost. Which wouldn’t be too much of a problem except you had your son with you. You were beginning to worry if your foraging and survival skills would be enough to make sure he was adequately cared and fed for while in such a dark dangerous place.

He was keeping pace just fine and you made sure to try to avoid most trouble. So far you’ve been able to find food where prolly most would not due to your knowledge and careful exploration of ingredients and their treatment. Currently you were wandering around a cave and looking so lost, just when you thought you found a tunnel upward it suddenly steered you back down. “This maze of tunnels is trying my patience”

“Don’t worry Momma, I’ll protect you” Reega huffs and pounds his little chest, and a tentacle came down to pat him gently on the head. “Of course you will,” Telepathically commuincating something Reega had over time picked up from her,

There had to be a way out, maybe if they could just find a town or settlement she could hire someone to escort them back surface side. Plus water was becoming an issue, luckily Reega always helped carry extra water but there was no garentee between water sources.

[childrenofthebrain]

A telepathic humming could be heard down the path and to the left of the cavernous system, someone, another psion, was projecting a slow melody that he had memorized. It would be easy for the two travellers to follow it to its source. If they do they will be met with sight of a tall, lanky figure, draped in pastel purple clothes, who has an unusual head shape and coloration. He levitated above the ground some, hands feeling over a fissure in the rock of the cave’s wall while his odd number of tentacles fiddled with what looked like some sort of mapping device made of stone and metal, writing in qualith on the stone part of the device while also doing some sort of drawn symbols to represent something that could only be felt through the use of psionics. He stopped projecting the humming once he felt the minds of two strangers approaching, although he doesn’t turn to face them. He does send them a telepathic greeting, a feeling of having acknowledged their presences and meant no harm. Not too far from the tall humanoid  fellow illithid?, was standing a clearly enthralled hook horror, whom charges a large traveling bag that was attached to its back, said bag seems to have enough supplies for a long travel.

[lichfromspace]

Turned one of my flight rising dragons into a squib person. Simplified it quite a lot but I still like it.

https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/25664007

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Aster my beloved!!! Had to simplify much, but I still like her. Forgot the rose ;;

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<All the riches of the spheres are our treasure vault.> -Ruix of the Wonderseekers, to Ilisine aka his gf.

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I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot to post Dyon here!

Shaming myself.

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Based on some jokes at the Illithid Hive server. Basically I am a Tamer-Darkener illithid and am going to throw down with Pelor.

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themidnighttower​:

The old ulitharid opens the doors to the lab area, inside of it are several tables, most of this lab area seems to be oriented towards spelljammer technology and biorganic technology. There are spelljammers internal parts at some tables, from old Illithid spaceships, and parts of ships from other races, including a few elven man o wars internal pieces.

There’s also a table that has some odd mushrooms and another that has an old piece of what seems to have been Empire era symbiotic illithid armor, kept alive inside a tank, filled with some liquid and surrounded by tools to take samples from it. Fafa seems interested on the idea. “I see, that’s a good idea to develop new spelljammers. I suppose it would be more maneuverable than others made of dead wood and such. Ah, I have to go, feel free to explore on your own and look over our labs.” The blue ulitharid, smaller than what an ulitharid should be, was sitting at one of the tables, experimenting with different parts of spelljammers, apparently trying to make something different out of them. Looks like whatever Dyon is making has the silhouette of a gun. Dyon’s attention moves from the parts he’s fiddling with to look up at Suvool. “Hello! Welcome to my lab area! Fafa has a different one in another floor of the tower, he doesn’t like to share with me as apparently I’m messy.” The room was organized, but there were indeed some tools scattered around.

Looking over at all the different components and mechanisms scattered about, her inner scientist came out to play. Unable to help herself she begin to wander and look over everything in the lab.What she wouldnt give to sit and study with a lot of this stuff. “Ah thank you!” Replying cheerfully to Fafa, the conversation edging her close to her Adversary status seemingly long behind for the moment. “It isn’t that messy compared to some other labs I’ve visited,” Walking over to the bio-organic material and then taking a look at the Man O War parts. From her previous studies as a ship builder she could tell that they were an older model than the ones the empire used now. Though learning all the updated elven ships had been a bit rough being unable to being able to travel within their territories. However she did get to study some at the ports, usually under the guise of her elven disguise. “Larethian Era, Model 3″ Murmuring to herself as she inspects the piece, “Maybe even 4″ “You have so many things in here, I could spends days upon days studying and never leaving” Very impressed with the whole place and interested in lots of things accumulated in here.

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“You were close, it’s actually a 3.5 model. There were only a few made of those due to how flammable they were and most were sold off at markets to other races, no elf wanted them back then .... Still, it was incredibly aerodynamic and very light. I want to extract the properties that makes it so and feed those to the bio-organic sentient substance back there, which used to be a symbiotic piece of an old Empire armor."  The dark blue ulitharid went into a ramble about their plans for the pieces of ships and materials lying around. Dyon also “It should be able to replicate it and mix it with properties of other materials, finally becoming an artificial, light but not easy to damage, psi-active, material that I want to use on new prosthetics, armors, weapons, and ultimately ships if I can replicate more of it.” They explain all that quite cheerfully, letting go of the tools and pieces of technology they were working on to turn over and face Suuvol. “You know a lot about elven technology, that’s really nice, I have some things I believe are elven but I cannot determine exactly what they’re for, could you perhaps help me?“

Dyon points over to a different table, further into the lab, where an array of things that do seem to be of elven origin, though not all from the same subspecies of elves.

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Druid Thalia? Druid Thalia.

At the illithid discord server we were all speaking about changing ocs' classes. I had many squids and many ideas, ended up going with druid Thalia because I actually love it. She can wild shape into chickens (aka any bird she has seen before). Here we see her as a giant owl, carrying her pet chickens on her head.

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Fafa nods, then proceeds to guide the way down, back into the Tower, of course he wakes Thalia up with a gentle telepathic ping, to what the other ulitharid blinks her six eyes and scrambles to her feet, making all the chickens wake up too suddenly. “Don’t you have work and training to do, young one?“ The old ulitharid asks the recently awoken Thalia who nods and cheerfully charges to keep taking care of the garden plants and her pet chickens.

“Let’s go to the labs, Dyon wanted to show you something. I’ll go prepare some drinks meanwhile and I’ll leave Nikao on their room.“ Fafa adressed Suvool again as they leave the garden on the Tower’s roof to go down into the Tower itself. He shows her some of the upper rooms which are basically bedrooms and storage, now once they get to the middle levels of the Tower is when he mentions labs again. “You’re interested on plants and elven spelljammers, right?“

Enjoying the time away from the testy subject she relaxes again and her two rats poke out of her clothes to also observe their surroundings. Sometimes crawling up and weaving in and out of her tentacles, which subconsciously curled inward to offer riding and walking spots. “It’s my area of study and interest, when I’m not doing Union and envoy work, I’m studying plants, breeding, cross breeding them.” “I enjoy the Elven’s living ships, seeing how they’re based on plant life I was thinking of somehow combining the perfect plant with some…..illithid influence into a unique spelljammer” For an illithid whose primary job seemed to be envoy duties of talking to folks on the Unions behalf and other odd and ends jobs. She knew a lot more on the complexity of spelljammers and especially those of elven made builds. “So in my free time that’s what I work on”

[childrenofthebrain]

The old ulitharid opens the doors to the lab area, inside of it are several tables, most of this lab area seems to be oriented towards spelljammer technology and biorganic technology. There are spelljammers internal parts at some tables, from old Illithid spaceships, and parts of ships from other races, including a few elven man o wars internal pieces. There’s also a table that has some odd mushrooms and another that has an old piece of what seems to have been Empire era symbiotic illithid armor, kept alive inside a tank, filled with some liquid and surrounded by tools to take samples from it. Fafa seems interested on the idea. “I see, that’s a good idea to develop new spelljammers. I suppose it would be more maneuverable than others made of dead wood and such. Ah, I have to go, feel free to explore on your own and look over our labs.” The blue ulitharid, smaller than what an ulitharid should be, was sitting at one of the tables, experimenting with different parts of spelljammers, apparently trying to make something different out of them. Looks like whatever Dyon is making has the silhouette of a gun. Dyon’s attention moves from the parts he’s fiddling with to look up at Suvool. “Hello! Welcome to my lab area! Fafa has a different one in another floor of the tower, he doesn’t like to share with me as apparently I’m messy.” The room was organized, but there were indeed some tools scattered around.

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themidnighttower​:

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After a few moments she carefully sits down in the grass making sure not to jostle the young one in her arms. Before handing her gently to Fafa after he motioned for her.

Partilaism, she wonders how that effects them where they know they are both and neither at the same time. In a way she thought it almost might be a worst position then her own.

“Unique, perspective wise you won’t find that everywhere. Nor a lot of accepting of the partilaism.” To Fafa it did not seem to bother her in the least perhaps giving him a hint that her refusal to explain her fault of being an Illithid.

“However I can not fault you for wanting that, I would like to see such a way of life for us”

Fafa holds Nikao when the little one is handed over, gently holding the sleeping child, he then sighs slightly, looking around the garden before looking up. “That is why I am not part of any hive anymore, I tried to keep away, eventually, I found some others who needed help, that’s how I’m not alone anymore. And with their help my studies may get to somewhere.”

The old ulitharid gets up, with a toughtful look, then he offers to show her around the rest of the tower some more. “By the way, are you perhaps hungry? Or thirsty? We have some extra supplies, thanks to Dyon’s casual raiding.”

“Hungry no, I’ve eaten recently. I will take something to drink however thank you” For her, eating was a private affair unless it was prepared brain for long trips, in a container to keep for freshness. And replying that she still would very much like to see the rest of the tower and move away from their previous conversation that had her a bit on edge. She was sure that everyone here was fine, but even them might think and Adversary is too much of an risk to accept and the concept of potentially dying in an unknown place terrified her.

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Fafa nods, then proceeds to guide the way down, back into the Tower, of course he wakes Thalia up with a gentle telepathic ping, to what the other ulitharid blinks her six eyes and scrambles to her feet, making all the chickens wake up too suddenly. “Don’t you have work and training to do, young one?“ The old ulitharid asks the recently awoken Thalia who nods and cheerfully charges to keep taking care of the garden plants and her pet chickens. “Let’s go to the labs, Dyon wanted to show you something. I’ll go prepare some drinks meanwhile and I’ll leave Nikao on their room.“ Fafa adressed Suvool again as they leave the garden on the Tower’s roof to go down into the Tower itself. He shows her some of the upper rooms which are basically bedrooms and storage, now once they get to the middle levels of the Tower is when he mentions labs again. “You’re interested on plants and elven spelljammers, right?“

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Reblog if your muse is always low-key ready to FIGHT somebody