I am a reaper... Really.

Julian. 21 (apparently). A grim reaper pretending to be anything but in a world of war. (An independent blog for an oc - see about for more information. Tracking tag: fakefangsandapplecores)

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #6

[greatkingofthewest]

Paimon watched him in a rather casual fashion. Interesting. 

"My reputation is rather accurate as to who I am, I can proudly say. I take great care in it." He started before tapping out the cigarette he had been enjoying aesthetically for the past few minutes. "I am always described as cold, beautiful, loyal, loud, and very knowledgeable."

There was only a short pause where Paimon looked over the other in a gesture of wanting to have him measured. It was only polite to have a balanced conversation. “And what would yours say of you that you disagree with?”

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

He could agree with that. Well, from what he'd seen anyway. Paimon certainly appeared to hold himself in a way which suggested he knew a lot more than he was letting on and there was obviously no denying his looks or attitude. But then, Julian hadn't really known him long enough to be certain of any of that just yet. 

A balanced conversation, however, was not something he had truly desired. Especially not on this topic. 

"Ah. It's not-nothing really. More of a species stereotype th-than anything else." He stammered, desperately trying to find a way to change the subject. In failing to do so, he resigned himself and sighed. "I guess mine would be more of a power thing. I'm expected to be something to fear, an unstoppable power, the stuff of legends. But I'm not. I'm clumsy and I'm fidgety and I'm not at all scary. But I can see why your reputation suits you."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #3

[littlerussianvampire]

"Sixty-ish years?" she said, not even thinking to make up some bullshit. "It was just after uncle Stalin di-." She stopped realizing what she was saying "Not like Joseph Stalin, O-Obviously" she chuckled nervously 

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"Obviously." He smirked, looking over the girl in front of him. It appeared he wasn't addressing a human like he had originally thought, after all. "You know, it really is frustrating when your job keeps you away from home. I mean, I've been in mine for what? A hundred and forty five years maybe? And that's just this job. I was in my previous one for a lot longer." Julian winked at her, his smirk spreading into something more of a grin. "Really is such a shame, isn't it?"

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Tagged by: blatantenthusiasm

Name of your muse(s): Julian

One picture/gif you like best of your muses’ F.C.

Two headcanons you have for your muse(s) that you never told anyone.

Even though he'd never admit it, he's actually really worried about meeting another Reaper in case they're really disappointed in him and ashamed to be the same species as him.

The clumsiness had started as an act at first but he's forgotten how to be anything but now.

Three things that your muse(s) loves doing in their free time.

Watching Humans

Reading

Turning up in random places to see what he can find.

Three people that your muse(s) loves.

There isn't really anyone

  Three fond childhood memories.

His parents giving him his scythe

Completing his training as a Documenter.

Playing catch with his neighbour, Rosie (a werewolf).

Two things your muse(s) regrets

Not quitting his job sooner

Having to kill Rosie in a job

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change

Ever going back to see his parents and seeing how ashamed they were of him.

Tag ten people to do the same thing. 

castieltheangelboy, howtoserveaman, greatearlofhell, littlerussianvampire, greatkingofthewest

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #6

[greatkingofthewest]

Paimon’s kind didn’t exist just on one plane. No, each step of theirs shifted the world around them in incomprehensible ways to take them where they desired to be. This just happened to be a place where Julian existed and came to this particular establishment on this day.

"Not a name I chose myself, you understand." He conceded before moving on. "Are they truly divergent from the truth, on the whole, you think?"

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"No, I could imagine not." Julian agreed, slightly unsure what would be thought of him if he hadn't. Although it made sense. Who ever did choose their own name, after all? 

"Well... I think that depends on the person entirely." After all, his reputation (if going by his title) would be something of a creature to be feared whereas in reality he was nothing short of clumsy and uncoordinated at the best of times. He had his moments but there was nothing here which was reputation worthy. "But I'm curious now... Just what is the reputation which follows your name?"

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #10

[greatearlofhell]

Furfur smiled benignly, pleased to watch the shift that occurred in the other. Even if nothing about the man’s visage changed at all, the demon could nonetheless see the change take place. His hunch had been correct. The man’s aura was a peculiar one, for certain, but nonetheless the demon was able to identify it as a signal that he had encountered a being that was commonly referred to as a reaper. Strange, Furfur couldn’t help but think to himself. I didn’t think there were any of them still around. 

"I should say so," he agreed with a soft chuckle of his own. "Don’t you worry,  it’s an honest mistake; I’m not about to get you into any trouble. Besides, I know how important that particular item is to one of your kind. You’re in luck, though, you happen to be in the company of a bona fide demon, one of Hell’s royalty. I can sense it out for you, just follow my lead."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"A demon?" He hadn't met one of those in a while... or at least, not one willing to help him in any way. All the ones he'd met had been more than a little bit... tetchy to say the least. 

"Well, this really is a first. No-not a first in regards to meeting a demon... more of a first in meeting one who's actually nice enough to help." He muttered, glancing to the floor very briefly. "You'll have to tell me what you're doing up here at some point though. I really am quite curious. But yes... thank you for your help. Sorry again for the intrusion."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #4

[hisatonement]

Dennis laughs at the repetition, “Yes I’m fine,” he insists, “were you looking for something? Perhaps I can help.” he offers, glancing around at whatever it might’ve been that was distracting the stranger. “I’m Dennis by the way,” he introduces himself, offering a hand, the other resting on a chunky camera hanging around his neck, “I was just taking some photos of the building.”

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"Erm, no.. no, thank you, it's fine." The last thing he wanted was for someone else to look for his scythe, especially not a human... He'd been doing so well not to expose himself and he really didn't intend to mess it up just because of some clumsiness. Julian's hand reached out to grasp the others, giving it a quick shake as he offered a smile. "Julian. It's a pleasure. Are you a photographer then? Or is that a stupid question since you have a camera right there in your hands..."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #9

[castieltheangelboy-blog]

His disdain and dislike was growing with every word that left his stupid mouth, and it was incredibly tempting to just flex his fingers enough to crush his throat completely. The simple truth that he would probably regret it just refrained him from doing so. There were, after all, so few reapers left.

"I have many virtues. They don’t include patience." It surprised him that he could continue to irritate him when he was near strangling him to death. When he pressed the metal to his neck, his eyes flickered down to the weapon in his hand, his slight falter betraying him. Was it really worth the risk, or the hassle? He hesitated, and then loosened his grip, glowering at him. "You’d better speak quickly." After thinking it over, he set him down and let go, if only seconds away from getting it away from himself by force if he didn’t drop it. 

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"Easier said than done, pal." Julian coughed, lowering the blade to the floor as he attempted to regain his breath. Being strangled really hadn't been top on his list of things to do today and yet he'd still had to suffer that fate. All because of this bloody job. 

After a minute or so of regaining his usual breathing pattern, Julian propped himself up on the handle of his scythe and smiled. "Look, you're down here on earth and there's a lot of people that want you dead... or at least, want to know just what it is you're doing here. You have quite a few admirers. All I was sent to find out is just what your intentions are down here and what the hell it is that you're doing." He stopped and checked his nails, absent-mindedly. "You'd have found that out sooner if you hadn't thrown a hissy fit."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Belphegor | Encounter #2

[saligiare]

Belphegor blew out some more smoke, amber eyes resting on the other. His figure somehow seemed to zoom in and out of focus from time to time, and a sheep suddenly jumped over his head. Or was it just a cloud? Belphegor scratched his chin and decided to ignore it.

"How did you do that..? You don’t seem dead.. or even… chewed on." He blinked slowly. "You didn’t hurt the flytraps.. did you? Or the chimera. You’d be dead if you hurt the chimera though." He hummed. "It doesn’t like being hurt. If you stepped on a Wolpertinger though, I’ll have to kill you later.."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Julian looked down at himself, his arms stretched out to the side ever so slightly. "Erm... No, you're right. I'm not dead.. or chewed on." Nor did he have any idea what the other was talking about. "What's a Wolpertinger?" He asked, his curiosity truly getting the better of him now. 

"I don't really think killing me is necessary though. I don't really know how I got here. I'm not human, you see, I'm a reaper. So maybe that explains it?" He smiled slightly, taking a moment to look around the room he was in. It was a bit difficult to see through the smoke, if he was honest, but he didn't want to pick any faults. "Do you get a lot of visitors down here?"

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #8

[blatantenthusiasm-archived]

Her look became one of disappointment, but she doubted he would look up at her to see it.

"Oh." 

It was evident in her voice, however, that she felt bad, and Nina lowered her own head in shame while she spoke. She shouldn’t have brought it up, it was likely a sensitive subject. She didn’t seem to grasp that something else was going on entirely, but for his sake that was for the best.

"I’m really sorry."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

The last thing he had expected was she'd be disappointed... or apologetic for that matter. This was his issue, not hers, and yet she seemed to blame herself? Julian truly didn't understand humans. 

His hands emerged from his pocket and reached forward hesitantly, hovering just above her arm. He didn't really know how to comfort someone properly - it never having come up in his job description - but physical contact had often been demonstrated as a good method and yet, he wasn't actually sure how it worked... 

"No, no - wait. You have nothing to apologise for." Julian rushed, looking out at her from under his hood. "It's not you, really. You haven't done anything wrong. It's just-" 

It's just... what? That he's a reaper? That his eyes are a clear give away of how inhuman he is? 

"The eyes are a little inconspicuous, is all. We can still go. I just might get a few looks..."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #3

[littlerussianvampire]

Her eyes widened slightly at the question, trying to think of a better answer than the real reason as to why she was here 

"That’s actually a great question" she laughed, obviously nervous. "Uhm work mostly" she nodded. "Just work, and cute boys" she chuckled 

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"You have secrets too then, huh?" Julian muttered, realising it was a lie as soon as she'd said it. Although he didn't blame her. They all had lies they had to tell sometimes. 

"Alright. I won't push it." He chuckled, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. "How long have you been around here for, then? Or should I not ask?"

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knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.  i was tagged by: castieltheangelboy

tagging: agodandadreamer, greatearlofhell, blatantenthusiasm, dennisparryghosthunter, littlerussianvampire

name: Ashton

preferred pronouns: Male sexuality: Heterosexual  zodiac sign: Virgo taken or single: Taken  three facts: I have an emotional disorder which means I don't really feel that many emotions. I play piano; have done since I was a kid. And I'm in my third year of training to be a veterinary surgeon.

EXPERIENCE:

how long (months/years?): I think this is my second year. But I used to help one of my friends write fanfiction.  how’d you start: With a L (death note) rp blog who's proudly still going.  platforms you’ve used: Tumblr. Gmail (apparently).  worst experience: No OOC drama luckily but I had someone trying to force one of my muses into a relationship with their's every chance they got. Made it pretty difficult to RP with them.   best experience: Either when people message L saying he's helped them through something or whenever I make a group of new, amazing friends on here. 

MUSE PREFERENCES:

female or male: Usually female, I'd say, but whatever happens, happens. It's not up to me in the end. original or canon: Original for now I guess, until a certain someone finishes their books and gets them published.  favorite face: Oh, gosh, Natalie Dormer? Or P!nk. I'm not quite sure.  least favorite face: Justin Bieber.  multi or single: Either. Makes no difference here. 

WRITING PREFERENCES:

fluff, angst or smut: Angst - I think you learn a lot more about a character with angst. plots or memes: Plots are incredibly satisfying when you dedicate yourself to them but memes are really quite fun and a great way to meet new people. long or short replies: Long replies. I get carried away too easily. best time to write: Evening/night time. are you like your muse: In the whole politeness way, yes. But I'm not as clumsy (I should hope) or forgetful. Although I do have to hide what I am every day so I guess that's something alike. But no, he'd probably fair a lot  better in a lot of situations than me. 

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #10

[greatearlofhell]

Furfur’s gaze once again scanned the gentleman before him, and he couldn’t help but smile lopsidedly. Something in the way the man spoke and stammered was not so much due to awkwardness as it was of a deliberate omission of the truth, as the demon noted. 

"Oh, it would be no bother whatsoever," he went on cordially, giving a wave of his hand as he spoke. "I can’t say there’s anything terribly important I’m meant to be doing right this moment."

He paused for a brief moment to hazard a glance at the people passing by around them, quickly gauging whether or not any of them would spare more than a passing acknowledgement of them as they moved to and fro. Looking back at the man, Furfur allowed a visible gold tinge to light up in his previously blue, human-looking eyes, an unspoken message. It was a bold move, yes, and a potential risk, but he had a peculiar feeling that this young man was no more human than Furfur was himself. “If you’re sure you don’t require any assistance?” he inquired, his voice remaining as casual as it was just moments before.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"Oh."

He was one of him. Well. No. He wasn't a reaper, but he was definitely something. That made things slightly less difficult and Julian began to weigh up his options here. He wasn't meant to reveal what he was but if the person he was talking too wasn't human and wasn't on his job list, it didn't matter... right? Julian took a deep breath and stopped shielding himself - it was exhausting holding something like that up for so long anyway. Nothing changed about him physically but Julian always enjoyed the shift in the air that came with his species. 

"Well, that makes things a lot easier." He lowered his voice and leant a bit closer to Furfur hesitantly; still not entirely convinced he should trust him. "Look, I put my scythe down and now I can't remember where. I can't unshield it because of the humans but I can't really find it easily without doing so. Really need one of those key finders on that thing." Julian added an embarrassed chuckle onto the end, trying to make light of how ridiculously stupid he was sometimes.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Belphegor | Encounter #2

[saligiare]

As worried as the other was about the intrusion, as little dd Belphegor seem to be concerned. Part of it was surely the drug’s fault - he had bred and grown that very specific herb himself, developed a formula according to which way one had to light it and had been incredibly successful with it. Little could knock out or do as much as influence a supernatural entity such as him, or other demons. Over the time, Belphegor had created a range of quite effective substances though, and nothing stopped him from consuming them himself when he felt like it. Then again he was a pretty relaxed fella by default, so perhaps the smoke had not even been necessary.

For a moment, the god had lost himself in the dark and his own thoughts, and it seemed like had not even registered the question posed to him. Then, however, his jaws began to move again. “I’m.. ..I have a name.”, he agreed with a slow nod. “I dun’ remember right now.. but.. I’m a god, yeah. Or a demon. Or just Pe— Peor! Peor, that was the name, right.” He smiled, apparently pleased with himself. “Did you come through the garden..?”

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Julian was just about to repeat the question, figuring he had spoken too quietly, when the other began to speak and, boy, was Julian glad he did. The young reaper had come across a lot of interesting things in his life but none to this scale, none this... major. "Peor..." Julian echoed, staring at the creature with bewilderment. "As in... the one who was worshipped by the Moabites sent from Hell to see... Oh, what was it?" 

It was only then he remembered he'd been asked a question himself, his excitement about the matter completely taking up his focus at the time. "The gardens? Erm... possibly? Yes?" Truthfully, he didn't know where he'd come from. He wasn't particularly paying attention at the time, trying to consider his time frame instead of checking his surroundings.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #8

[blatantenthusiasm-archived]

Normally, she would have smiled and insisted that they would at least split the bill, if that was his concern, but instead she just looked concerned, more so than disturbed.

"Did something happen to your eye?" She knew a vein could pop and make someone’s eye whites red, but this was different entirely. If that was why he wore the contacts, then it was something permanent as well.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Ah. The eye. The eye he had meant to be covering. 

Without any hesitation, Julian looked down at the floor and pulled his hood up over his face, covering his eyes from her gaze. "No, it's nothing, don't worry about it. Just forget it." He muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Thanks for the help, but we probably shouldn't go for that drink."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #9

[castieltheangelboy-blog]

He’d given him more warning than he usually would, and that was more than he felt Julian deserved. He didn’t like him at all. Not his attitude, or his arrogance. Normally, someone was around to restrain him and calm his insatiable temper. He growled when Julian picked on his current whereabouts, eyes flashing, and before another beat had passed, he had wrapped his hands around his throat with an iron grip.

"You go back and tell them, reaper. Whomever you work for, I’ve taken down bigger. I’m not some mild-mannered idiot, and I’m no less celestial than I ever was." He seethed. "You come here armed with lies and deceit and insult me to my face, and you expect no threats? Show me some respect." Castiel missed the simplicity of Heaven sometimes. Up there, no one would question his authority except those that outranked him.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Julian was wondering how long it would take him to snap and now? Well, now he had his answer. But he wasn't about to start panicking or beg for forgiveness - no, Julian had dealt with a lot worse than this and there was no reason for him to be anything but calm... despite the current difficulty to breathe.

"Must not have been that celestial in the-" He had to stop, coughing slightly as he tried to take in another breath. "first place- then. Aren't you people meant to ha-have virtues or something?" His voice may not have been much above a whisper, but he still wasn't going to stop. "Patience..." One of his hands moved to his back, gripping the previously shielded scythe and shifted it, placing the blade at Castiel's throat without any pressure.

"Now, look, either you can continue suffocating me and I can cut your head off before I d-die-" he took another, shallow breathe. "Or you can... let me go and we c-can... talk."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #10

[greatearlofhell]

Furfur’s gaze swept over the man before him, and for the briefest of moments his demonic sight thought he saw something unnatural surrounding the man; almost like an aura, but it vanished before he could make it out. For the moment, he dismissed it as a trick of the light. “I see,” he replied, still smiling at him. “Terribly common thing to do, unfortunately, don’t fret about it. If you’d like, I could help you look for it?” 

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

He'd really been hoping he wouldn't offer to help. But, of course, it was only to be expected of someone trying to be kind, wasn't it? Now he had to come up with an excuse as to why he didn't need help.

"Erm, well... N-no, that's fine, thank you. I wouldn't want to bother you. You must be busy after all. Can't let me take up any time of your incredibly important day." Julian rambled, despite realising it was a terrible excuse. "Besides, I probably just left it at home. I'm always forgetting things, that's all. But thanks anyway."

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

Encounter #3

[littlerussianvampire]

"Well then it’s a good thing you’re cute" she joked, smirking 

"Da! Russia is beautiful, the more you get away from moscow the better though" she nods "Most my family lives eastern, It’s very beautiful." And she was rambling again, really need to work on that "Oh, no, no I am okay! I need to work on my English.

[fakefangs-and-applecores]

"Oh if only it worked that way. Can't really use my looks to get out of a scolding by a Royal..." He smiled and scratched the back of his neck remembering just how much trouble he'd gotten into before. 

"I had a job once in Tula? - Possibly?  Actually rather enjoyed myself. The people were friendly for the most part and the places were nice to see. But if your family are over there, then what brought you over here? Any specific reason?" He paused briefly, realising that may be quite rude to just suddenly ask. "That is... if you don't mind sharing."