Livewire Vixen @livewire-vixen - Tumblr Blog

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#ooc #blog move

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

danaduchy

unitedmusekingdom

"Long time no see." Trish purrs a smirk tugging at her lipa.

“well i’ll be damn if it isn’t trish how are you doing,love” kage greeted her , it’s been so long since he seen her

(yo long time no see)

livewire-vixen

Trish crossed her arms below her chest tilting her head to the side. "I'm fine. And yourself?"

(Long time no see for sure.)

dante-must-die-blog

I need more DMC rp blogs to follow

Reblog if you’re a Devil May Cry rp blog, yes? ; w ;

"Tch, did you really think I was gone for good?"

#ic #open rp #dmc rp

|I'll be deleting this blog in a few days. Give anyone still around the chance to unfollow and give me time to save my favorite threads.|

#that is all

//past dead, burried and decaying

#my god how

stylish-alastor

Opening to the door and opening the shop felt oddly routine even though she hadn't been there in so long. She didn't bother calling out, she didn't think Dante would mind her crashing on the couch for the night. She stretched her limbs and sauntered over to the plush sofa falling onto it with a groan, she was so tired. But she soon realized she wasn't tired enough to sleep rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "Anybody around?" She wondered aloud propping herself up a bit.

Alastor crawled onto Dante’s seat from underneath the desk. If anyone were to ask what exactly he was doing there— to be honest, he would answer that he’d been sleeping there. He was, and he found no reason to lie about that fact. Hearing the familiar voice was a relief; somewhere in the haze of almost-waking, Alastor panicked about a guest having invited themselves in. Only a second later and he’d come to his senses, realized he would not be concerned in the least about that. Still, the ‘guest’ being Trish herself was nicer than most other situations he could have been landed with. "Uhm… hm. I’m here," he said, hurriedly running his fingers through his hair to fix it back. "Dante’s out, though. Needed him for anything?"

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"Well, more familiar faces have shown up, others are gone. You know, the usual. Things changing yet they stay the same, or however that saying goes." Alastor shrugged and added, "I’m planning on opening a Hellgate. Not enough to make a scene, of course, just…" He sighs and props his elbows on the desk. “You ever find yourself missing home? Even a little?”

livewire-vixen

Trish's eyes popped wide when he mentioned opening a Hellgate but as he went on she found herself more inclined to help him than to persuade him not to. She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers, did she miss home? What was home anyways? Not here....

She sighed and looked up at Alastor.

"Yeah... Actually." She said softly. She rested her head back against the arm rest of the sofa and inhaled deeply. "I feel like my powers aren't what they used to be... You think heading back there would help with that problem?" She quirked a brow at him.

#stylishalastor

stylish-alastor

Opening to the door and opening the shop felt oddly routine even though she hadn't been there in so long. She didn't bother calling out, she didn't think Dante would mind her crashing on the couch for the night. She stretched her limbs and sauntered over to the plush sofa falling onto it with a groan, she was so tired. But she soon realized she wasn't tired enough to sleep rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "Anybody around?" She wondered aloud propping herself up a bit.

Alastor crawled onto Dante’s seat from underneath the desk. If anyone were to ask what exactly he was doing there— to be honest, he would answer that he’d been sleeping there. He was, and he found no reason to lie about that fact. Hearing the familiar voice was a relief; somewhere in the haze of almost-waking, Alastor panicked about a guest having invited themselves in. Only a second later and he’d come to his senses, realized he would not be concerned in the least about that. Still, the ‘guest’ being Trish herself was nicer than most other situations he could have been landed with. "Uhm… hm. I’m here," he said, hurriedly running his fingers through his hair to fix it back. "Dante’s out, though. Needed him for anything?"

livewire-vixen

Trish smiled faintly when she saw Alastor crawl onto the chair and gave a small snicker, shaking her head a bit. "Didn't mean to wake you Al." She said half apologetically and half amused at his tired looking state. She shook her head one more time and stretched.

"Just needed a place to sleep for the night, didn't think he'd be here, let alone complain that I was sleeping on his sofa." She sighed and sat up a little straighter before covering her mouth to yawn.

"So, how have you been? Anything interesting going on?" She queried, with a quirk of her brow, she'd been gone a while, hopefully something interesting had happened.

#stylishalastor

miles-aureus-blog

Trish tilted her head to the side, trying to recognize the man a few feet ahead of her. Slightly more difficult when looking at the back of their head, but the male's gait was oddly akin to someone she knew. When he turned recognition hit her in an instant. She lifted a hand to wave. "Credo, funny running into you." She said with a faint smile.

He was pretty sure he had seen the woman waving at her somewhere before, but could not remember under which circumstances… Seeing her arose memories in him, memories of a black-clad, blurry figure, as if seen with veiled eyes…

Veiled…

He had met her the moment he died.

"Trish, am I right?" he said, returning her smile along with a slight, polite bow. "Dante’s… colleague. It is a pleasure to meet you, really!"

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"I assume he was busy elsewhere," Credo remarked with a shrug. "There must be a lot of demand in his line of work…"

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. “It was really beautifully done, though. Maybe the Order would not have taken such a bad turn with more Knights like Gloria…”

He followed her into the hotel, stiffening a little when she opened the door. He was used to pull doors open for ladies, as should a gentleman… Not that he thought the she-demon incapable of opening a door, but he simply felt awfully rude as he entered the lobby.

"I know you are not," he smiled. Who would hit on him anyway? "Erm… Is it safe to talk here?"

livewire-vixen

Seeing the knight stiffen as they entered made Trish quirk a brow for a moment before shrugging it off and starting up the stairs to her room. "It should be safe to talk here." She reached into her pocket, fishing out her key and then unlocking the door.

She motioned for him to come in, leaving the door ajar as she made her way into the room. "Do you want anything to drink while we talk?" She asked shrugging off her leather jacket and sauntering over to the kitchenette of sorts in the room. There was really just a fridge microwave and sink, nothing special.

#milesaureus

|I said it once, I'll say it again if anyone wants to continue something from before I disappeared I'm totally up for that. Or we can start a thread. You know, anytime.|

#ooc #outofstatic

miles-aureus-blog

Trish tilted her head to the side, trying to recognize the man a few feet ahead of her. Slightly more difficult when looking at the back of their head, but the male's gait was oddly akin to someone she knew. When he turned recognition hit her in an instant. She lifted a hand to wave. "Credo, funny running into you." She said with a faint smile.

He was pretty sure he had seen the woman waving at her somewhere before, but could not remember under which circumstances… Seeing her arose memories in him, memories of a black-clad, blurry figure, as if seen with veiled eyes…

Veiled…

He had met her the moment he died.

"Trish, am I right?" he said, returning her smile along with a slight, polite bow. "Dante’s… colleague. It is a pleasure to meet you, really!"

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He caught up with her in a few brisk steps, staying by her side and idly wondering where she was leading him.

"I have been trying to get in touch with Dante or you for a while… I am afraid of what is going on."

He paused for a few thoughtful seconds, before cracking an amused smile.

"I also wanted to congratulate you for the impressive job you did as Gloria… Both as a spy and as a Holy Knight."

livewire-vixen

"I'm surprised Dante hasn't been around at all..." Trish was getting slightly worried about her former partner, she wasn't sure how he was spending his time anymore if he wasn't checking into things like this.

Trish chuckled upon his congratulations and shook her head a bit. "Ah, that's not even my best work." She smirked a bit and continued walking, until she reached the hotel she'd been staying in. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to hit on you or anything." She snickered a bit as she pulled the door open.

#milesaureus