the QUEEN has returned;

affiliated fandomless oc, bled by shu.

[brokenbyemyself]

[princejolie]

[byhk]

Toronto, HK © 2015

[skewd-deactivated20161214]

[devilmuse]

[scp-023]

[bienvenue-a-enfer]

[minacin-blog]

I loѕт мy ( нαlo ) wнeɴ I ғell ғroм ɢrαce, Bυт мαyвe ɴeхт тιмe I woɴ'т тнrow ιт αll αwαy.

AFF. fandomless OC. written by shu. reference art by shu. no mobile links currently (6/29/18). affiliated with open group.

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[wekartu]

[intimatered]

[minacin-blog]

izcacus:

of course. obviously, it would be too much to ask for someone to take a single step to the left, and he should instead try to find another place in the room with the perfect layout of lights around. what was he thinking – as if anybody would mildly inconvenience themselves for another’s art!

“have you looked at some of the other tables? horrid lighting, a bad backdrop – all of the good ones are taken,” he rolled his eyes, “i’m already making a compromise by sitting here. i could lose all of my followers if i sit somewhere else!” did nobody else understand how hard it was to please people online?

“How terrible.” Now there was even less of a reason for her to move. Online personas and popularity are all fraudulent -- nothing more than numbers and letters. It reflects absolutely nothing from the real world, such as the disgusting dish he’d put together to get a “photogenic” and “aesthetic” picture. Nobody in their right mind would dare touch it.

“If your followers are relying on you to post a single picture of an amalgamation of food right this instance from this exact location, then your fanbase must be awfully frail.”

[minacin-blog]

blackfxsh:

Idate’s forehead collides with the wolf’s, smirking to himself when he sees the bloodied sword in the witch’s hand. Now the real fun can begin~♪

The blackfish easily turns his full attention back to the girl, grinning wildly. Her lunge is met with his gloved hand grabbing onto her sword, feeling the way it gives slightly against his grip. So the water is having an affect on it after all. How delightful!

“And I’m in the mood to play with my food!” With his grip still on her sword, he pulls her in by it, aiming his sharp teeth right for her pretty little neck.

Rosso stumbled backwards at that hard collision, far too disoriented and in pain to jump in to help Rhea.

The witch hissed a sharp curse as the orca lunged forward, jerking herself to the side and all but ripping the sword out of his grip. Damn, she’s at a real disadvantage in the water here. She can’t run, and she could hardly fight. What a drag.

Rhea pulled more blood from her still-open wound and formed a much longer weapon -- a spear -- and took it into her free hand. She wanted as much distance between them as possible. Then she spun the harpoon-like weapon in her hand and stabbed it towards her enemy swiftly.

[bialywilk]

made some beautiful pictures toady. instagram: @adriannaswider 🌹

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cantusanguis:

“I’m glad to hear it.” He took her report and walked over to place it at the Dead God’s table for him to peruse later. He’d heard good things about Rhea. She was working hard. “I’ve heard talk that some other Harriers don’t feel like their jobs are very rewarding.”

“You don’t feel that way, do you?”

Rhea watched on intently as the Conductor moved back from her, though her attention was caught soon afterwards by the olden look of the room. It still looked relatively nice, at least. She wished she could stay somewhere like this more often, truthfully.

Ah, he was speaking. Her gaze shifted back to him.

“No sir. I believe the job itself is its own reward -- anything else is extra.” That much was true, at least; she thoroughly enjoyed her position as he Harrier so far.

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izcacus:

all of the preparation for a moment exactly like this one had been thrown out the window when liam was brought to hiraeth academy, as this was nothing like back at monster school. he absolutely did not want to show up to this event, but the staff members were incredibly… insistent, to say the least. there were too many people here, and he was just getting to enjoying his solitude.

he may as well make the best of this situation, though, right?

the vampire sat himself at a table near a wall, a plate decorated with food in his hand. it would be very clear to anybody looking at him that this food wasn’t to eat, but more for the looks. none of it seemed to go together taste-wise, but aesthetically… it was beautiful. he placed the food in front of him, pulling his phone out of his pocket and lifting it up to snap a picture of his food to post online. what a shame, though, that some figure seemed to be blocking the light…

“i’m trying to take a picture, here. can’t you move a bit?” he’d look up at the dark-haired girl, a grumpy look on his face.

Rhea was brought from the depths of her thoughts as someone addressed her directly. Her gaze shifted to the side of her to the strange-looking person beside her, then narrowed. What the hell was he even doing? Nothing important, clearly. By the looks of it, he had no intention of eating that disgusting dish anyway.

“If it’s such an inconvenience to you,” the girl took a sip of her drink casually, then continued as she lowered the glass from her lips, “then you should have sat somewhere else.” There’s no reason for her to move out of the way for someone that chose that particular location.

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cantusanguis:

@minacin

“Ah, Miss Lane. Is that your report for the week.” His eyes lowered to eye the folder in her hands, though you couldn’t see that behind his impassive sunglasses. He extended a hand to her, silently asking for it. “I’m surprised at your intuitiveness. How have you been enjoying your Harrier position?”

Being a kiss-ass to the Conductor: the most obvious way to gain brownie points as a Reaper. Rhea didn’t particularly care for Megumi himself, but there were steps needed to be taken in order to get to where she wanted to be.

The Harrier offered the faintest of smiles and dipped her head politely to her superior. “Yes sir.” Rhea stood back up straight and the smile fell back to a plain neutral look. “I’ve enjoyed it quite a bit; it’s a nice change of pace.“

[minacin-blog]

What a drag.

Not only had she been dragged into this mysterious place people are calling “Hiraeth Academy”, but now she’s been forced into a dress and into a building without the desire to. Rhea wished she had her sweater off hand, but she supposed that the long sleeves of the dress were enough to satisfy. Still -- she hardly knew where she was, and she definitely didn’t want to be there. She’d already tried leaving to no avail.

All Rhea could do was stand off to the side against a wall with a drink in hand, keeping her gaze low to avoid anyone else who might happen to walk by. She was perhaps a little lost in her thoughts as well. All she wanted in that moment was to either leave and head back to her... “room”, or back to her home city somehow. She had no interest in being social whatsoever at this event.