conjuration ;

creations of the paradise we live in can be divine or distorted to make a living hell for our enemies on your left is a world made by a god, on the right side is your demonic copy . selective+ multiverse + multiship + 18+ only

[corvidine]

Bit of an update!

I’m moving at the end of the month and am going to be very busy until the beginning of June. I’ve also been thinking a lot about this hobby as I get full-swing back into drawing for fun and learning digital art techniques. I’ve been dragging my feet in finishing this blog and being active for months and months now and I think it just boils down to the fact that I like talking about fun RP scenarios more than I like having to actually committing to writing them, and also I’ve become much more private and closed over the past few years. Even just doing 2-3 public IC replies takes a huge amount of effort out of me and leaves me exhausted of writing for weeks at a time, whereas writing with close friends takes little effort.

In short, I’m not sure how much longer this blog will be active, if at all. If we talk a lot over discord nothing’ll change for us, since I still like humoring RP ideas and thinking of fun scenarios, but all signs point to me having just outgrown this hobby when it comes to public-facing accounts and wanting to move on to other things. Thanks to everyone I’ve written with and everyone who’s enjoyed my writing up to this point!

[rpstartersforyou]

Send me this symbol! #5

Send me  (〃^∇^)ﾉ for my muses reaction to yours swooping mine up and throwing them over their shoulder or vise versa!

[nogoodnessimproveme-archive]

Reblog this is your muse has straight up actually died

Optional: they’ve returned from the dead

[rpstartersforyou]

Send me this symbol! #20

Send me  ✉ for your muse to find a letter my muse wrote to yours but never sent out! ( Can be a love/confession letter, or something funny - your choice! )

[peashooter85]

Chinese bronze sword with turquoise studded, gold inlaid rock crystal hilt, Warring States Period, 4th-2nd century BC

from Cardale Auctioneers

[restlessland]

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​​  Kortopi gazed at Kalluto as the younger Spider inspected his very first attempt at the Zoldyck’s signature craft, taking note of where special attentions were paid by attentive pink eyes. Times like these were where he was most reminded of the Zoldyck’s prestige — Kalluto was a grade-school aged child, but had the intellect and attentiveness of someone much farther along in their development. He supposed it was necessary for a family of assassins to push for such aggressively forward development as to avoid the heirs being killed early by an undoubtedly inexhaustible of enemies waiting in the wings to take revenge ( that was a trait they shared with the Troupe, he realized ). Moreover, this was part of Kalluto’s unique assassination style, as much as this particular application of it was more hobby-like in nature. He could learn a lot from this, both about paper crafts and Kalluto himself. Thusly, Kortopi remained attentive, gaze unwavering and interested as it met with the Zoldyck’s after his butterfly was set down, its inspection completed.

  “I see...” Peering down to view the two paper crafts side-by-side, he could understand exactly what Kalluto meant by ‘mismatched’—it was a simple, familiar case of viewing the difference between a master of their craft who already knew how to make every aspect in its entirety, and someone who was just following instructions for the first time. Kalluto’s ‘character’ comment made him feel faintly amused, knowing many who would take such a thing as a backhanded compliment, but in actuality, he shared a similar view of the two butterflies, made thoughtful by looking at them in this light.

  “I appreciate your point of view. I admit that my senses aren’t very much attuned to creativity — my interests lie more in the documentation and recreation of those who are.” As if for emphasis, Kortopi reached out a finger to gently tap the wing of Kalluto’s paper butterfly, as if he could make it suddenly flap its wings independently of him, bringing it to life. “But I find this to be rather enjoyable... creating something out of nothing but blank paper. May I try again?”

↳ previous post in thread ❄ @queensconquest

[kyousei-archive]

     @galleryfake​ sᴀɪᴅ: it wasn’t often that he gets the chance to show affection in the covert ways he preferred to, given that everyone around him towered over him too much for it to not be /completely/ obvious when he wanted to reach someone’s hands or face. so naturally, given this chance, while Shal was helpfully crouched down to peer out of a small opening in the wall that was set right at Koru’s eye level, he would lay a gentle hand on the blonde’s shoulder to keep him anchored and place a chaste, lingering kiss on his cheek, slowly coming to the realization of what he’d done /while they were on orders/ and drawing shyly back in a flash. // unprompted

     Shalnark is crouching with his elbows resting upon his knees as they peer through the conveniently Kortopi-height opening that allowed them to spy on their next target from a distance. Not that Shal couldn’t handle the group of thugs by himself, but any additional information was always helpful when dealing with high-value thievery. Anyone not in the business would be surprised how much fools let slip when they think no one is watching.

     There is a sigh that parts his lips while one hand comes to cup his cheek opposite of his partner. This was boring! They were sitting around playing cards and he’s certain things would be a lot more interesting if he just managed to get a needle into one of them–…

     Hm?

     A blond brow raises with the feeling of Kortopi’s small hand on his shoulder and a pair of cool lips on his cheek. He turns a little, face warm with a grin that smushes the opposing side of his face up into his palm and eye in an all-too adorable display of Shalnark’s goofiness.

     ❝What’re we gonna tell Danchou if he finds out you have other things on the brain, huh, ‘Topi?❞

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  Oh, no — while Kortopi had mostly retreated back into his hair, tilting his head down so that gravity did its due diligence to sweep his face back into obscurity beneath the left-sided hair part, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the incriminating, adorable look Shal was giving him, and he couldn’t hold back a squeak of embarrassment. His face felt like it was on fire, the Conjurer quietly cursing his rare impulsiveness and bringing his hands up to fidget with them, a familiar nervous habit.

  “He, uh—“ Kortopi retorted, realizing his voice had gone up a pitch ( or several ) and quietly clearing his throat, bringing it back down to attempt his usual, more leveled tone. “... he doesn’t have to know. We’re both still being quite attentive, after all. Aren’t we?”

  As if to emphasize how absolutely focused they were being, his head flitted back to the opening to glance at their targets. They hadn’t moved or done anything yet, but oops. Guess he had been distracted for a few seconds... and a few more after he’d gotten embarrassed and had to look away. Danchou, he... he wasn’t surveilling them from one of the cameras, was he? If he’d been caught indulging in his attraction to Shalnark while they were supposed to be gathering intel together, he wasn’t sure if he’d survive the embarrassment. Gah! Who told Shal he could still be looking at him like that, all doe-eyed and cute—curse his weakness. He had to get back on track. Immediately.

  Cue a Definitely-Very-Focused Kortopi leaning into the opening even more than he previously had, bent over slightly now in his efforts to look as inconspicuous as possible. As if to say ‘See? Attentive.’ That’ll teach Shal to be so distracting. And cute. Hmph.

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↳ closed starter for hyourinmaru ❄ @kyousei​​

  Gathering basic information on every area they passed through was something that came naturally to them, and could even be considered a hobby of theirs, based on how often they found themselves hanging back in the sidelines of crowds just to observe the behavior and culture of the people inhabiting. It almost seemed like what they were meant to do — the way they were small enough to go unnoticed by many, the hair obscuring their face averting the natural instinct of humans to seek out faces and causing most eyes to glaze right past them. That was just how Kortopi liked it ; tey felt awkward in the spotlight even at the best of times, so the fact that they couldn’t sustain attention to himself was more of a blessing than it was a curse.

  Such a thing had made it apparent when someone tried to approach them, even aside from being a Nen user with an extremely heightened sense of the life energy that others gave off. Kortopi could feel someone coming up from behind them as they stood at the mouth of a side street that branched off into the heart of town, partially obscured by a pile of cinderblocks that reached up to their stomach. They didn’t spare a glance at whoever it was — not until they made their way past them, stopping beside them at the branching-off point, as if to watch the crowd as they were currently doing.

  Blinking, Kortopi stared up at the oddly-dressed individual, idly wondering if there was some kind of historical dress-up or theater taking place that they were on the way to. Such an odd energy emanating from them, as well... so unlike a normal person’s, or even a normal Nen user’s. Their stare was unwavering and followed by a questioning silence.

  What exactly are you?

[expressions-of-nature]

by Aaron Burden

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

what do you mean i didn’t reach out i literally thought about you

[nataliecstrange]

Here’s a piece I created for the Tarantula Show I went to a month or so ago!

[tiucoz-deactivated20220914]

Kalluto and some spiders!!!! 

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; i have apparently neglected to mention my age or... really, anything about me in my rules page, which was totally my bad. but just for the record, i am 25, so i’m not super comfy discussing nsfw with people i don’t know the age of, or just... am not actively rping/discussing it with, yknow? i may put the content on here for everyone to see, but who i choose to directly interact with it is a bit more selective. ty ~

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（ ´Д｀), (ﾟ∀ﾟ), ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ, (´ー`)y-~~, (╬ ಠ益ಠ) and （ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ). :D

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse! ⮑ (ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

Buddy, you’re asking the wrong person. I don’t even know enough to properly google how to address this type of question. 😂

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

I. I mean. Like a normal person, I guess?? Is it even possible to run in a “weird” way that isn’t like, Naruto running?? Well, he doesn’t do that, but enjoy that mental image. XD

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

Not actively, though I’m sure he’d go along with whatever the Troupe does just for fun. He probably tried smoking once or twice, but his lungs are in bad enough shape already from all the dust and harmful shit he inhales while going to digging sites & abandoned buildings, he probaby just had a coughing fit and gave up.

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

I don’t think it’s even possible to make him that angry, and even if so… he doesn’t have to be angry to want to kill someone. They just have to be in his way. He doesn’t value anyone’s life outside of the Spider and he doesn’t have any qualms with killing them to get what he wants. 🤷‍♂️

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

Not terribly often, but he does sometimes to de-stress. He probably has a small array of underworld bars that he goes too on account that they all know better than to try and card him. A whiskey drinker most of the time, though sometimes indulges in mixes with gin and some kind of fruity flavor.

[blossomfully]

I don’t want to hurt you,“ he says. “I don’t care,” I tell him honestly, and I don’t. He could leave me for the moon and I wouldn’t regret a second of the time we spent together. I know in this moment that I would rather have my heart broken than not have this. I make a contract with myself. I will love him and forget the consequences - just this once. He can have everything.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #255 (via blossomfully)

[promptfairy]

𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“  the results were disappointing.  i was devastated.  ” “  i’m not gonna deal with that shit.  ” “  so,  i put the panini in a balloon   &   swallowed it whole.  ” “  you watch your mouth in my house.  ” “  try not to let anyone see you,  i hate the way you move in public.  ” “  if you haven’t made your bed,  throw it away.  it’s too late to make it now.  ” “  so i swiffer-vaulted out of there   &   broke my fucking mandible on some nutri-grain bars.  ” “  you callin’ me a liar?  ” “  WELL TUESDAYS.  AREN’T.  GOOD FOR ME.  ” “  so i black out from the rage,  and come to covered head-to-toe in hollandaise sauce.  ” “  it gives me a panic attack when i look at your legs.  ” “  i think i left the blow-dryer on.  ” “  you got no lips.  you have skin that turns into a mouth.  ” “  nothin’ gets me goin’ like a juke box musical.  ” “  why should i even get out of bed?  ” “  i got your grape juice,  you pansy.  ” “  i’m gonna go put myself on craigslist.  ” “  i’m gonna punish you with my leg.  ” “  could you excuse me for one second?  ”  *screams* “  so i stole a pig.  ” “  menopause is only gonna make me stronger.  ” “  i’m angry,  i’m aroused   …   ” “  what would you have done?  ” “  was that you doing zumba on my front lawn?  ” “  it’s my birthday so that means you have to watch me do crunches.  ” “  LOOK AT ME.  ” “  why do we have a sink if you’re not gonna wash the blueberries?  ” “  let’s face it.  this town needs a change.  ”  “  the anthropologists are gonna see this   &   they’re gonna want to study you.  ” “  i’m gonna sleep in the chimney tonight.  ” “  YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS.  ” “  could i have a word with you under the table,  real quick?  ” “  okay,  was anyone planning on telling me that a walrus can suck the skin off of a seal or was i just supposed to read that in national geographic myself?  ” “  you’re a walking lisa frank notebook.  ” “  i was already in hell,  but now it’s like i’m going to hell grad school.  ” “  i don’t know which apostle i swirlied in a past lifetime,  but i’m really paying the price now.  ” “  this is a dish towel.  we need a hand towel.  what are we,  barbarians?  ”