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For the folks here for Oil, hiya! welcome. Below you'll find the rules page and her about linked (thank you to the lovely person who brought that to my attention)
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About Oil can be found here! (it's a bit of a thrown together thing. I am hoping to sit down and make one of those nice long deliciously detailed bios cuz i'm a nerd)
Rules of the blog can be found here! Most are common sense. But still, always good to have it written down
Below are other quick find links (memes, open rps, key for any of the character tags)
Open rps here!
Rp Memes here~
General Muse Tag
Promo tag
Character tags:
Jinx's tag
Ekko's tag
Isha's Tag
"I'm not mocking you" The words were said firmly and with an eyeroll as Oil glanced up from the clock pieces spread out on the floor in front of her "If and that's a big fat IF I was, you'd know~"
A flash of a saccharine smile later and she turned her attention back to in front of her
Oil's feelings on her ancestor are complicated- but that part is incredibly self-inflicted-
She is in awe of all that Jinx managed to accomplish, her designs still delight her and she's tried- and failed a few times- to rebuild things from the leftover scraps of blueprints she's managed to hold onto. Her genius is a well of inspiration for the other tinkerer.
Even some of the old reports she was able to get a hold of, the death tally and the descriptions and grainy footage of incidents cause her eyes to light up.
Where it would have caused her sister to flinch away, quietly muttering prayers for the dead. Oil is just enamored with the methods Jinx used to cause chaos and mayhem.
Which is where the complicated feelings come in. She knows she shouldn't feel that way.
Oil knows she should react like her sister, recoil and cringe, feel empathy for the dead, mumble something about it being a 'tragedy'
But she just can't find it in herself to do such, which, she's started blaming her ancestor for. Clearly it was something that was passed down that just skipped her siblings, her parents, her gran and pops on her mother's side and previous gens.
It's easier to blame a dead woman for her faults than admit there might just be something wired differently about her.
Extra for Hexcore travel verse:
Oil gets so wide eyed and breathless seeing the chaos up close and personal, able to smell the smoke, the blackpowder used, the charred scent in the air when she gets thrown back in time. To Arcane's Zaun.
She's able to see it all up close and unless unable to, will often slink around, trying to figure out the method of how to try and recreate it. Just because she can.
Downright dismissive of any corpses she comes across, she studies them only for burn mark patterns, the bullet holes are of no care to her, she'll jot down quick notes if there's metal shrapnel from the Chompers before moving on.
The part of her-often in her mother and sister's voices- that tells her she should care completely silent in the face of her utter delight at seeing Jinx's work up close and personal.
just look my way! --- independent, private, and highly selective multimuse blog featuring muses from helluva boss, hazbin hotel, dragon age and more. primary muses include Stolas of the Ars Goetia. all muses are headcanon based and original characters are present. as written by lilith. 34. they/them.
there is no prize to perfection. independent viktor from arcane & league of legends. arcane & headcanon based. available for different verses & open to alternate universes. mutually exclusive & highly selective. nsfw & dark themes present. adored by sierra. only an end to pursuit.
“Sneaking up on the woman fixing a gun isn’t the smartest idea” Oil called out, her voice carrying in the empty factory space as she barely looked up from her soldering. “What do you want?”
"A 'gun' at your age?" Yi was briefly distracted by the stark contrast; a murderous weapon with someone who looked barely old enough to be in the military. The hypocrisy of him carrying five blades at all times was lost upon him.
"--Pardon me- I'm actually a little-- " He paused, looking at the spacious land he found himself in. Embarrassment weighed on him.
"--Lost."
“I’m twenty five?” Oil paused and looked back at him, confusion at this stranger curling in her chest before it all made sense. . .
She should have guessed, no one local would have questioned the age of gun ownership in Zaun
“Ya don’t say” she drawled, wiping the edge of the soldering iron on the wet sponge- and checking that it was clean- before shoving it into it's holder and turning it off.
Kicking herself around to give him her full attention, her eyes darting from head to toe.
Yi was careful to keep his hands away from his mounted blades, hands comfortably tucked underneath the billowing swells of his sleeves as his sandals clicked against the hard surface floor.
Her tone was reminiscent from villagers from where he lived, a pleasant -- albeit surprising-- blow of nostalgia that tickled his long ears; he offered a short bow before gently tucking a hair back behind them.
"My name is Yi, it is a pleasure to meet you." He warmly mused.
"But yes, I am lost, though now that I've observed my surroundings, I'm uncertain if I wish to be found. Yet."
"Who owns this place?"
"Oil, nice to meet'cha" She said, going to offer him a hand to shake before noticing the amount of well. . .oil on her hands and thinking better of it. Just shrugging as she wiped them on her pants.
His comment had her raising both eyebrows and staring at him with a touch more genuine observance than her previous casual darting.
Well that was weird
Not that she could judge
Good to know though~
"Any real reason why?" Oil asked, head tilted curiously before she blew some hair out of her face "I don't make a habit of hiding criminals"
The grin she sent him was lighthearted and was an attempt to show she was joking mostly
"Oh me technically" the comment was off-handed and weightless as she shrugged again "Or well, the family? I guess? It's a little murky really. Clear lines of succession are hard to come by here"
“Sneaking up on the woman fixing a gun isn’t the smartest idea” Oil called out, her voice carrying in the empty factory space as she barely looked up from her soldering. “What do you want?”
"A 'gun' at your age?" Yi was briefly distracted by the stark contrast; a murderous weapon with someone who looked barely old enough to be in the military. The hypocrisy of him carrying five blades at all times was lost upon him.
"--Pardon me- I'm actually a little-- " He paused, looking at the spacious land he found himself in. Embarrassment weighed on him.
"--Lost."
“I’m twenty five?” Oil paused and looked back at him, confusion at this stranger curling in her chest before it all made sense. . .
She should have guessed, no one local would have questioned the age of gun ownership in Zaun
“Ya don’t say” she drawled, wiping the edge of the soldering iron on the wet sponge- and checking that it was clean- before shoving it into it's holder and turning it off.
Kicking herself around to give him her full attention, her eyes darting from head to toe.
Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.
a “your parent’s running against mine in this upcoming election but we hooked up at a party a couple months ago and this just got a lot more complicated than it should have been” 1x1 please
CAN I GET A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS PLOT ?? like not even an instant one, but like one with the gradual build up. like MUSE A comes to them after a fight with their significant. MUSE B knocks on their window after a horrible date. no one gets me like you. inside jokes no one understand. maybe even a secret handshake ?? just chemistry so strong it melts your heart. so innocent & pure. bonus points if people used to say they’d get married one day and they both laughed at the idea. but here they are. laughing about what their lives have become. how at the end of the day they’ve always had each other. and now they can’t help but wonder.
An underground fighter AU where people with powers or outcasts are forced to fight because they are hot commodities. Their powers and situations make them prime fighters and their social situations make them easier to manage. The fighters are graciously paid and easily cared for, but they have nowhere else to go, so they keep in the fighting rings waiting for their big break.
