Corin

Semi-selective, indie, OC roleplay blog.

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You guys are lovely

But this Tumblr-RP-thing isn’t for me. I’ll let this blog stay if I ever change my mind, but I won’t be active. If you want to, send me a message and we can exchange Skype or something.

Hugs

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BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO. italicize if it varies.

bake  a  cake  from  scratch.   ride  a  horse.   drive  a  submarine.   speak  a  second  language.   dance.   catch  a  fish.   play  an  instrument.   throw  a  punch.   build  a  deck.   ice  skate.   unclog a drain.   program  a  computer.   change  a  flat  tire.   fire  a  gun.   sew.   juggle.   play  poker.   paint.   fly  a  kite.   sculpt.   write  poetry.   change  a  diaper.   sing.   shoot  a  bow  &  arrow.   ride  a  bike.   swim.   sail  a  boat.   do  a  back  flip.   play  chess.   give  cpr.  pitch  a  tent.   flirt.   stitch  a  wound.   read  palms.   use chopsticks.   write  in  cursive  /  calligraphy.   use  an  electric  drill.   braid  hair.   make  a  campfire.   make  a  mixed  drink.   do  sudoku  puzzles.   wrap  a  gift.   give  a  good  massage.   jump-start  a  car.   roll  their  tongue.   magic  tricks.   do  yoga.   tie  a  tie.   skip  a  rock.   shuffle  a  deck  of  cards.   read  morse  code.   pick  a  lock.

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tagging: anyone who’s up for it!

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Excitement, confusion, panic, frustration, boredom

How the muse expresses emotions, non-verbally

ExcitementFunny emotion, excitement. Is it still a positive emotion when felt over something malicious? Things that cause a rush of electricity through the body, making the bones vibrate and the lungs tense. Laughter. There is laughter in excitement. Strange, distant and dark. But it is laughter. There are few things that truly excite me. Only when the curtains go down does it show, slowly seeping through the skin until it’s visible. But if no one sees it, is it still visible?

ConfusionOdd. It spins. The mind. The mind spins and the words come out without following the threads that they were meant to bind with. A restart. Another restart. There is no end to the train of thoughts that come towards you in a frightening speed. But then eyes shut and darkness is the only thing that remains, silencing the words. Calm. And then one more restart.

PanicLike being hit by the ocean’s wave. It’s strong and it carries. It carries faster than the mind is able to follow. It carries faster than the calm. Wide eyes staring; searching for something to hold on to. Thoughts moving like clock gears and stopping like clock gears, too. Loud voice and repeating mantras until the calm returns. Until there is something to hold on to again.

Frustrationread here

BoredomGalloping fingers, or a drum. Hand to chin and the mind travels far away. Further from the present that is far too dull to be noticed. The mundane world repeats the same things over and over. And again. Without an end it just continues, over and over. Again. There is no surprise; nothing new. It’s all the same. But when panic washes over the immortals, things are interesting again.

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hey yo

Do you want to make plans for future RPs or just talk about ooc stuff?

Slide a ✉️ into my inbox and I will give you my Skype! Mutuals only.

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Frustration !!

How the muse expresses emotions, non-verbally

Ah, frustration. You see, the thing about frustration is that it is not always a prominent emotion. Frustration is often pent up, building during a longer time before giving a notice about its presence. Gradually growing stronger while carefully locked behind the rib cage, the hammering becoming more violent in your body as it tries to break free and be heard. Frustration isn’t always felt when it first settles. But when it grows, it is something that can be felt. Something that just is there. Hidden. And then suddenly it bursts. Pain, anger, sadness. There are so many other emotions behind frustration. Frustration is more like an assemblage of feelings. A knot of different thoughts. Frustration is wanting to express it all, but being unable to make a sound. So it is just carried. Deep within, seeping into every word that leaves the mouth, polluting the words that are spoken so others can hear. Don’t let them know this makes me weak.

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Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.

Indifference Anxiety Frustration Excitement Impatience Boredom Sorrow Confusion Lust Disgust Exhaustion Panic Fright Enthusiasm Mischief …Or any other you can think of!

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Open starter, mutuals hit me up! open for all y’all, no limitations

Raindrops fell heavy on the ground as he walked; he could hear each and every one of them as they collided with the concrete. Soft clatters, like bells, echoing through the deafening silence that had spread through the streets by nightfall. Mesmerized eyes followed raindrops as they ran down his slender fingers. There had always been something so innocent and purifying in rain, he thought. Rain clears the sins away. When it rains, the immortals stay inside – it’s almost as if it washes them away. Ah, I wish it’d wash them away..

Somehow, every time it rained his mind became dull. His usually observant, sharp eyes were dazed as if he was somewhere else in his thoughts, somewhere far away. The weather reminded him of something that happened long ago; so long ago that the memories had faded. But every now and then something triggered the beginning of a memory unfolding, and his thoughts trailed away. Far, far..

Suddenly, he was drawn back from the day he was trying to relive, having collided hard with someone else. If he hadn’t been so sturdy, he would’ve knocked the air out of his lungs. Noise of their surroundings washed over him and made his head hurt. 

“Watch your steps.” He hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at the stranger through narrowed eyes.

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OOC  I couldn’t help myself and had to draw my lil bean aaahh

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repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

tagged by: @sadistictenshi​ tagging: anyone who’s up for it! 

▌FACE CLAIM: The Medicine Seller from Mononoke ▌NAME: Corin is the name is chooses to use. ▌AGE: Unknown. Thousands of years. Even Corin himself lost count. ▌HEIGHT: 187 cm ▌SPECIES: They are called the Arcana. Something between demon and spirit. ▌GENDER: Male ▌NATIONALITY: The Arcana came to be and travelled the world however they wished to. ▌BIRTHDAY: Forgotten ▌SUN SIGN: None ▌RESIDENCE: Restless, constantly travelling ▌MARITAL STATUS: Single ▌ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ▌DRINK: Water with a squeeze of lime juice ▌FOOD: Grapes ▌DAY OR NIGHT: Night, when there’s less mortals out ▌SNACKS: More grapes ▌PET: None ▌COLOR: Purple ▌FLOWER: Nymphaea Red Flare ▌SEXUALITY: Pansexual ▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Aromantic ▌BODY TYPE: Slender, fit ▌EYE COLOR: Indigo  ▌HAIR COLOR: Blonde

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”Oh humans; foolish humans There is blood rushing through your veins yet you stall through life Time drips down the drains

Oh humans; greedy humans What you own is never enough the piles of belongings grow Yet you have nothing

Oh humans; silly humans You go through life alone so why do you cling to other mortals As if they could save you from the inevitable”

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Hey, this is a new OC rp blog.

Walking on a thin line between being a spirit and a demon, Corin is what some would call an Arcana. Esoteric and malevolent. Being the last of his kind, Corin walks the earth alone. With heavy secrets caged behind his ribs, he makes his way through the darkness of mundane life. Mixing potions and examining herbs; his great knowledge is subdued behind the mask he’s wearing.

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