Let's Make A Deal

18+ OC RP blog Warning for NSFW content follows back as @mothwings-rosethorns

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What lovely bones you have, mind if I take some?

Indie fandomless OC RP blog for a bone obsessed big tiddy demon clown lady puppeteered by @rodentblood Follows back as @mothwings-rosethorns

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life's been steering me to prioritize other things again gotta take care of my bed bound ill elderly father (who needs more care since his return from the hospital) gotta work on commissions to try and earn funds to hopefully help my brother and I move out in the next few months (if things all work out) I gotta prioritize streaming to help advertise and build up my community to hopefully make that a larger form of income for myself and I'm prioritizing interacting with my community in my discord and my friends to keep myself somewhat sane and social to avoid downward mental spirals in these more challenging days and unfortunately with all this on my plate my muse for Vertebrae has been all but absent. Ever since my father's return home from hospital and all I want to do just spend the few hours I get each day outside of caring for him and working to play games and hang out with people to try and decompress am hoping to return to at least finish the story I started but I'm not sure when that'll happen could be in a week could be in a year I can't control when my time and muse will work with me I'm sorry to everyone who started interactions or wanted to interact but for now I'm just gonna step away for a bit and hope things get easier but if not I appreciate you guys letting me interact with your characters and for the brief time I got to rp here you all have been so kind and I'm glad I got to meet you guys and your muses <3 if you wanna keep up with me I'm everywhere as Rodentblood or rodent-blood

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How many people are simping for you?

"Just gotta be fine as fuck and really good at sucking clit and taking dick dearie~"

"No."

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What kind of weather are you?

A foggy field in the morning

You are a fresh breath of cold air; when everyone and everything seems to be driving people mad, they come to you. As a source of comfort, you don't dote on others for no reason, but you result to honesty (even when uncomfortable). You seem always ready to lend a helping hand and a kind word. Sometimes you forget to find your own source of comfort and end up becoming the shoulder people come to cry on without offering any of their help to you. It makes one melancholic. However, you always find away up and out of the darkness and into the crisp clarity of the next morning. Your heart stays open and loving, embracing whatever comes its way.

The late days of February

The best way to describe the feeling of the late days of February is liminal. You often feel like you're between two things, not fully being able to embrace one or the other. Constantly yearning for change you often forget to look around and feel the joy of the present moment, all because you feel you need something else. There is beauty in you and the world that wraps itself around your consciousness. Being in the middle of two things is still being in one thing, if you understand my meaning. You are a constant, a comfort to those constantly changing from one polar opposite to the other. You are alright. Fret not, dear friend.

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tagging: anyone who wants to do it

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Aurora

The building was small, clean and the staff greeted him with a friendly smile as Reaper walked in. His usual exploits carried him into worlds still struggling to grasp the concept of electricity but today the world he traveled to was more modern. The receptionist at the counter had offered him a freshly printed out lament badge with ‘visitor’ typed on it neatly. 

A different staff member had ushered him to the room he was seeking and quietly left as the individual inside waved her off. 

The small chubby elderly latina woman sat in her arm rest chair and smiled kindly at Reaper.

“I knew you’d come today.” her voice was still strong and carried her thick accent proudly. 

“You look thin mi hijo.” the elder woman commented. Shakingly she got to her legs and hurried to her small kitchenette to grab the grim some snacks. 

Reaper took a seat at the small table she had in her room and awaited to be served. Scythe leapt from his shoulder and sat on the table eager for a treat he knew was coming. 

A pile of thumbprint cookies was set down in front of the duo along with a glass of milk. 

“There you are, eat eat!” the elderly woman petted Reaper’s head, leaning down she gave his temple a gentle kiss before waddling over to her own seat across from him. 

“How long has it been…” She hummed thoughtfully. 

“32 years.” Reaper quickly answered. 

She nodded thoughtfully. Letting the information settle in her mind before she chuckled. 

“Back when I wasn’t so grey…oh mi hijo you look so concerned que te pasa? What troubles you?” 

Reaper was never able to express emotions outwardly as mortals did. His being a grim, meant it never came naturally even after obtaining his soul. Despite it having been thousands of years he still was uncertain he’d ever truly master the art of ‘expressing oneself’ but regardless of how neutral his appearance. Aurora would always be able to read him. 

He enjoyed that about her. She made it easier to converse because she could assist in him understanding his own thoughts. It was the reason for his visit today.

With his bandaged hand he collected a cookie and handed it to his avian companion who eagerly accepted it. He watched the excited creature for a moment before finally answering. 

“I am….uncertain of that path I should take.” Aurora stared at him intently for a moment before sighing. 

“What has she done now?” The human was one of very few who’d learned of Reaper’s origins. The reason he was made, the path laid before him by La Muerte, their history and the reason behind his refusal to reap souls. She had a sinking feeling this situation was clearly related. 

“Your descendant has been chosen.” the woman’s eyes widened, fear blooming in her eyes. Her hands shook as she nearly sprang to her feet to attempt to reach the landline next to her bed. But Reaper’s hand gently rested over hers to stop her actions. 

“Not…her.” 

“Aye mi lado…” she sighed with mild relief but confusion was present on her face.

“I’m..uncertain of the details. To be fair I doubt she’s aware of it herself. But a copy of your granddaughter’s soul resides in and shares a body with the soul of a demon. It’s become so… entangled so different they’re no longer either one or the other. She’s something new.” 

This would be difficult for anyone to understand but likely even harder for the aging elder who shook her head in disbelief. 

“Is my Vicky ok?” She gripped Reaper’s hand, clearly distressed and requiring the assurance her granddaughter was fine. 

Reaper nodded, giving her hand a light squeeze. 

“She’s fine. She’s with her family now and this doesn’t concern her.” 

Aurora sighed with relief and nodded. “Ok..thank you mi hijo you know she’s the last one I have…” 

“...but how…” she shook her head. “Nevermind…what, what does..Aye no entiendo mi hijo, how does this…copy..aye dios….” It was clear she was still shaken as dark brown eyes started up at Reaper’s red goggles trying desperately to make sense of what he was telling her. 

“She calls herself Vertebrae. La Muerte wishes to utilize her in her desires, as she once seeked to use me. I have..attempted to stop the activity but that is why I am here. I am faced with…two paths neither of which I am certain I wish to take part in.” 

“...what do you mean?”

“No path chosen would lead to the results I desire. Both end up with the fruits of the tree of life in shambles. I do not wish to accept either fate. I wish to alter the course but….I fear I am unable…” 

Reaper fell silent. Aurora watched him carefully allowing her own fears to subside as she recognized the sorrow emitting from her long time friend. He’d already dealt with so much yet it seemed the universe would continue to send more his way. 

The only sound for a long breath was Scythe happily consuming his fill of the cookies she’s laid out. His chipped and cracked beak is a reminder of Reaper’s own mortality. Aurora stared at the marred corvid before finally speaking. 

“You can only do what you can mi hijo.” She squeezed his hand still held in her own to get him to look her in the eye. “We have to settle with what’s the best that can happen, maybe it doesn’t seem right for now but…in time..it can change.” Her words were not as encouraging as Reaper had been seeking but he listened all the same. 

“I’m uncertain if that’s possible.” 

“You’re not one to give up. Don’t do so now mi hijo, keep fighting, keep going.” Reaper pulled his hand free of hers and moved to remove his hood. Running his hand along his head as he contemplated the advice. 

“Is she that bad?” Aurora knew her granddaughter to be a bit…odd. She could only make a guess on how this Vertebrae, whatever she was, would act. Given how the grim reaper was acting it must be bad if not worse than she could imagine which greatly concerned her. 

“She’s…a challenge.” Reaper attempted to explain. “Fixated on resurrecting the dead.” 

Aurora shivered at the thought, clearly upset by the concept. But she paused and mulled it over for a moment. 

“...the dead should stay dead. But..the fruit. Maybe she can give that a home?” She suggested softly. To which Reaper nodded. 

“That was my intention but…I have a sinking feeling She will prevent any attempts.” 

A quiet lingered between the friends before the elderly woman again spoke up. 

“Could La Muerte truly say no to Life?” 

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Soon the sun was kissing the horizon, the blue clear spring sky shifting to a soft pink and yellow sunset. Reaper slowly rose to his feet, his visit coming to an end. 

Aurora hummed contently as she shakingly got up to walk Reaper to the door. 

“Believe in your goals mi hijo, you know I will. And take care of both those granddaughters of mine.” She smiled, although she couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation she had already quickly accepted Vertebrae as her own; it was simply a part of her nature. 

She looked back at her room before turning to watch as Scythe shifted to his blade form.  Reaper released Aurora’s hand as he moved to hold him. His free hand reached for the door. 

“I will attempt to do so.” The grim reassured his friend. 

“Will you be carrying me with you? Or perhaps put me in central park. You know how I loved it there. Oh or the garden where we first met! I believe it’s still there.” Aurora smiled tho her smile slowly faltered as Reaper opened the door. 

A dark cloaked figure stared back at them, Reaper gripped his scythe tightly upon seeing them and sighed softly. Looking down at his friend he gently shook his head. 

“...I’m sorry Aurora…” a hand waved at him off as she shook her head. 

“No..no mi hijo…shameful of me thinking you’d be the one to do this, you’re retired after all.” Despite her words, tears rolled down her eyes as she turned and slowly waddled back to her favorite chair. Quickly making peace with the situation at hand.

The other grim glared at Reaper before slowly following the elderly woman. The two clearly displeased with the other’s presence but Reaper had to respect this was not his territory and the other grim aged enough to accept the respect and not attack unprompted.

Stepping out of the room, Reaper quietly closed the door behind him. 

“Goodbye Aurora.”

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Happy sinday, may I offer you an egg in these trying times?

Warning NSFW do not click the link if you do not wish to see a clussy laying eggs! - [ link ]

artwork commissioned by siscar

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// sorry for so many ooc posts I'm just not having a great time dad was put in the hospital yesterday and while we thought it was gonna be a smooth visit we just got told he's getting intubated so we're....a lil stressed to say the least. So while I'm still gonna try to be active tomorrow I apologize if I just can't, my mental stability is holding on by a thread at this point

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//apologizes for lack of activity, been busy with irl stuff and work and more so haven't had a chance to sit down and write will hopefully have stuff queued up for later this week/the weekend if not I'll hopefully be more active during the weekend

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Cumulus - pet name :3

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...I can't tell if you're making a dirty pun or not....

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🔪 "I do say, can you finish that whole thing or would you like some help~?"

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

The jester was elbow deep in the chest of the large minotaur she'd managed to take down. She feasted like an animal. Biting, tearing and ripping off flesh from bone akin to a starving wolf ravaging a deer's carcass.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, she paused her actions turning to spot the king watching her. She swallowed the meat in her mouth and attempted to wipe the blood dribbling down her jaw though she more just smeared it with her already blood soaked arms.

"Oh mi rey, you know I'm more than happy to share with you mi~" she chuckled. While she was small Vertebrae could've easily packed away every bit of flesh off her kill, but she was more than willing to tend to the needs and desires of other's. Plus it allowed her the opportunity to enjoy the company of her dear friend.

Ripping an arm off the beast skillfully to ensure the bones remained intact she lugged it over to Alexander and presented it to him.

"Enjoy this, I'll prepare the rest in just a jiffy~"

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⭐️- “you said you wanted a couple of ice cubes, but I only put in one!”

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The jester stands silently for a while, her face showing neither positive nor negative reaction as she observes the offered glass with a singular ice cube

and then she breaks

"dearie that's so painfully terribly bad it's hilarious!!"

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🍰- Throw a pie in their face (revenge for last year)

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HA! a classic lovely work dearie knew I could count on you to pull a lovely prank!

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🥚- Crack an egg over their head

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An egg??!? Come now I can't even eat that now that it's stuck in my hair! How utterly wasteful!

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April Fools! 👙- Give them a wedgie (To Vertebrae)

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lowbrow physical comedy is quite risky. Few can get away with it and unfortunate for you, my shade is not so enthused by being forcibly manipulated.

So I'm afraid you won't be getting a passing grade on your performance

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Feel free to add a description in the ask if needed!

🍫- Put their items in a vending machine 📞- Prank call them ⏰- Switch their alarms 🎉- Hide an air horn behind their door ⌨️- Switch the keys on their keyboard 🎈- Fill their room with balloons 🎁- Gift-wrap their room ✉️- Cover something of theirs in sticky notes 📦- Pop out at them from a box 👚- Shrink their clothes 🍰- Throw a pie in their face 👙- Give then a wedgie 🐝- Hide fake bugs for them to find 🖼- Switch their paintings/pictures 🚪- Cover a door frame in clear plastic-wrap 🥛- Cover their floor with cups of water ❄️- Drop and ice cube down their shirt 📱- Change the auto correct on their phone 🥚- Crack an egg over their head ⭐️- Send in another prank not listed