every puzzle

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@inanimatvm | continued

    She practically waddles into the room, setting down all her hard work for just a few moments to first greet Nanim with a snug, friendly hug. Her smile beams radiance, confidence and eagerness.

    ❝I have a few places in mind. We can hide them anywhere for anyone to find, and I know a few of my friends will be looking for them. Come on, let's go! If you're doing anything now, I'll help you finish it later -- this'll take only 20 minutes, I swear!❞

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so I’m trying to get back into the swing of things here-- would anyone mind giving this a LIKE or a REBLOG if you’re interested in a PROFESSOR LAYTON OC blog? (Multi-fandom friendly, crossover friendly, selective, independent, etc.) You don’t need to be familiar with the game series to interact!!

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time for a haircut already??

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inanimatvm:

A look of vague irritation colors their features for a moment, only to shift into something akin to curiosity / despite her flagrantly disregarding their wishes to not be touched, they don’t really… mind it now? They’re more flustered than anything, considering she’s exceedingly warm in comparison to their own, which is about as cold as it would be in late fall. They don’t even know what to say, really. Most of their time is spent around men or boys, so this– is a new experience.

  Not a single thought is cast toward the other's consideration; the ginger   has simply swept them along with her without so much as giving them a name.   She abruptly stops nearby a street lamp, tugging on their hand to direct them   to the bush beside the pole. Finally, she parts her touch, reaching down to   pick up an unsolved puzzle. As quickly as she had dragged them, she turns   around to present it to them, a gleaming smile on her freckled face.

  ❝I've never done well with these types of puzzles -- so maybe you can solve   this one! I'll probably feel rather dumb when I hear the answer, though, haha.❞

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inanimatvm:

Near instantaneously, they jerk away from her touch / it’s not out of immediate dislike for her, but, rather, trying to keep a stable form in this universe a little while longer. They look at her in confusion for a few moments before shaking their head in slight protest. “…I already figured it out. Granted, it’s a well made puzzle, which is admirable, but it’s still a bit easy.”

  Confusion crossed her brows coupled with a small pout. Why'd they pull   away? She didn't do anything wrong. That expression doesn't last long   as it's quickly replaced with pure awe, if not admiration.

  ❝Cor! That's amazing, you must be really smart! --Say, I bet you could   solve all the ones that I haven't been able to yet. Come with me, I can   show you where they are!❞ Not even waiting for an answer, her hand   latches onto theirs and off she goes.

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❝ s-so! this might be a weird question, but i was just wondering, um, y-you look smart. and. everyone else already went home, and. . uh. . ok, i'll be honest, i-i found a bird, and, it looks hurt. d-do you, can you h, help? ❞

  ❝What? A hurt birdie?❞ She's instantly hooked. ❝Where did you find it?   I'll help you get it somewhere safe!❞

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inanimatvm:

✴ @puzzlingspunk . starter call

Well this is intriguing. This place… These people… Riddles are everywhere. It’s like the Underground, but… with humans. Decent humans, at that. Anyone who loved riddles like they do clearly have to be somewhat good, right? They’re so enthralled by their surroundings that they don’t realize that people are around that can see them staring like they’ve just seen the most PUZZLING thing in the world.

  ❝Hey!❞ An accented voice raised in greeting, not a single tone of   fear or judgement present. She approaches the curious individual,   and without a sense of personal space, sets her hand upon their   shoulder. ❝You like that puzzle, huh? Haha, it took me a few days   to solve it, but I eventually got to it. If you need help, I know   the hints!❞

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The Archetype Quiz

your archetype is the warrior.

traits: purposeful, adaptable, loyal, aggressive, mindful, decisive, skillful, isolated, destroyer

the warrior is most commonly used to symbolize the victory of a war. raised in the image of their trainer, and at most times, their parental figure, the connection that is fundamental in building relationships is extremely weak. although warriors find it difficult to trust, once they do, it is a bind that lasts until death. while warriors are fiercely loyal, they are extremely wary of strangers. their greatest wish is to be credited in their achievements, and they tend to isolate themselves if they aren't validated, taking things personally. warriors tend to things for the greater good, and destroy to protect.

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I haven’t been here in forever so have a kharis doodle

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I apologize for not being here the past few months!!! I got caught up in other blogs...

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maskgained:

desmond felt his blood boil with rage. he’d come so far- he was so close, and now this stubborn upstart- this insolent brat- was going to ruin it all! god, and he couldn’t just silence her or take her place- what would have happened to desmond sycamore then?

“that is correct.”

his voice was cold, and as he approached the table where the photo of his family was, and he did notice that it had moved. lovely- it seemed the girl was determined to know all of his secrets. he took off his glasses, raising it to his face, as if to put it on. he smirked, though he felt no enjoyment from this situation. he was prone to tantrums and brutal tactics, but if he was truthful, he did not want to hurt kharis.

why on earth did she have to be so nosy?

“are you proud of yourself? you’ve figured out the big mystery! congratulations. unfortunately for you, i can’t have any of the others knowing who i really am.”

  It was as she guessed. She'd had inklings of this theory since the start   of their journey, yet she hadn't a shred of proof, until now. Having   been the ONLY person to constantly get close enough with Descole, she   was able to take note of certain mannerisms, which she used to bring her   to this conclusion.

  And, as she additionally guessed, he was not happy with this.

  Her eyes flicked over toward his hand lifting the family photo that she   had uncovered, and she winced, ever so slightly. That might have been a   bad move on her part, but how could she leave something like that alone?   Kharis had now seen Desmond's family, and what he was like before what-   ever madness had occurred. They looked happy. She was happy to see that.   But, now was not the moment for admiration.

  ❝A little, yeah.❞ She admits, rather proudly. ❝I mean, me finding some-   thing out before Professor Layton? Come on-- anyone would be proud of   that accomplishment.❞ She then shifts, beginning to show obvious discom-   fort. How could she be so easily stiffened?

  ❝--That so? At the moment, I'm the only one who does. Guess I was the   only one who bothered to figure it out.❞

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maskgained:

desmond was enjoying his time with his brother and friends, though he would never admit it. kharis, however, was a peculiar case with him. she was all together too enthralled with jean descole for her own good, and stubborn to a fault. 

why she had wanted to talk to him alone was beyond him, but he would humor the girl. before their arranged meeting time, however, he had something he wanted to check on. as he made his way to the room known only to him and raymond, he felt his heart stop when he noticed the door was open.

“is this what you wanted to see me about?” desmond said, all at once taking on his descole persona. he slams the door shut, stomping over to where kharis stood, and ripping the boa off of her.

  The child simply played, blissfully unaware of the appearing figure behind   her until a voice she recognized boomed with anger. She whipped around just   in time for the feathers to be torn from her possession, reacting with a   squeaking shriek. It didn't hurt, but the action was enough of a surprise.

  ❝Uh, well,❞ she stammered, clearly caught off-guard. ❝Sort of? I... didn't   want to have this conversation in here, but, I... um, I found some pretty   interesting stuff in here. Hehe, it's pretty well hidden...❞ Yet, a child   was able to find it with little issue -- at least, this one did. Kharis had   intense dedication, and normally fought for her goals to be reached. This   was absolutely no different.

  ❝I can't say I wasn't expecting it, Desmond -- I've kinda known for awhile.   Well, more guessed, but, now I know for sure.

                   ❝You’re Descole, aren’t you?❞

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  Arranging a meeting proved less than difficult. The team was at a stopping   point, and everyone seemed to have free time to relax and recuperate for   the upcoming journey. So, just a FEW minutes out of his day to speak with   her didn't seem like much...

  However, time completely got away from her. Sitting in a dark room, one   originally hidden from all eyes, the rambunctious child found herself dig-   ging through some sort of vessel that held a very soft, familiar cloth. It   didn't take long to realize what it was. In the following moments, the fabric   was draped over her being, practically swallowing her in comfort. Tiny,   elated giggles escaped her lips but were fortunately muffled by furry fea-   thers.

  So absorbed by her own amusement, the presence of another failed to grab   her attention.

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drawing and making new icons like

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maskgained:

( who’re you calling a nerd, nerd?! )

[ YOU THAT’S WHO ]

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[ lowkey screams @maskgained‘s kharis tag y EAH HI I’M COMING BACK BC OF THIS NERD ]

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TAGGED BY:  logiciisms! TAGGING: I can’t think of anyone to tag, haha--

REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG!

name: Kona, but you’ll also catch my attention with my muses’ names. age: 18. sexuality: Homosexual biromantic. zodiac sign: Aquarius. taken or single: Taken. three facts:  I’m absolute OC trash, I’m incredibly scatterbrained and one-track-minded, and because of the recent RWBY hype, I’ve been over on Vanil.

experience!

platforms you’ve used: Tumblr, Quizilla (when it was actually a thing), different online forums, and e-mail. best experience: Meeting so many wonderful friends and being able to develop my passion for character development.

muse preference!

female or male: Female; I can barely hold a male muse. favorite face:

least favorite face:

multi or single: Generally multi-ship, but it depends on the muse, tbh.

writing preference!

fluff, angst, or smut: Ugh -- angst. I love emotionally compromising situations. I’m also a huge fan of fluff, though. plots or memes: Plots, absolutely. long or short replies: Eh, it depends, but generally, I love long replies. best time to write: When I’m hyped up on caffeine, inspiration and motivation. are you like your muse(s)?: Eh, a little piece of me is within each of my OC children. For Kharis specifically, I guess she has my rebellion and acute stubbornness.