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“In other news, a recent report suggests that things may not be as they seem.”

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[shchenok]

TODAY’S SPONSOR IS: STARTER™ (ft @asterwilted)

It’s in his nature to poke his nose into other people’s affairs and to mind his own business would be like a life sentence in prison for the little beast. One couldn’t blame the born-to-be-curious-whelp for following his nose and ending up in a place not fit for him. There were way too many undiscovered paths in this world for him to pass on such alluring scent (which reminded him of flower beds of viscera flowers scattered all around the Otherworld). 

His steps came to a halt when he spotted a person. They’re a little... redder than most of the humans he had met in this world and as they generously shared the red liquid with the world surrounding it, they seemed to be getting increasingly worse. Humans truly were weak if giving away a little bit of themselves could make them so weak. He approached the person, nudged their shoulder with his head and offered one of the many official greetings among the Otherworld’s citizens: “It’s a good day to die.”

[shchenok]

TODAY’S SPONSOR IS: STARTER™ (ft @trblmxkers)

When the doorbell rang, Inho looked accusingly at Dread who until now was sitting on the couch, happily munching on the cereals Inho had bought the other day. However, as soon as their eyes met, the other male dropped the bowl of the cereals and seemingly evaporated (in fact, he used the powers of swiftly-slide-off-the-couch-and-hide-underneath-it, hoping that this would mean the human forgot about his existence), to which Inho sighed and pushed himself off the armchair to answer the door.

Luckily, Dread told him before what he should expect and although it was on a very short time, Inho knew what to do. He’d be ready to play the role of a regular citizen who knew that the only monsters that existed on this world were the government figures. He’s ready to do exactly that but as he opened the door to smile at the stranger (How can I help you, miss?), the little creature resembling the beagle (but with unexpectedly purple glow to the fur on its paws) appeared from behind his legs barking at her. At least, Inho thought, Dread got the sound right this time.

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Hwiyoung 🎲‘Sensuous’ Behind

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「touch, touch, touch baby❢」not accepting

😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse

「ᴋᴀʀᴀᴍ」 To have a friend like Dread was Fun and there was nothing Karam liked more than fun. So there was hardly anyone he liked more than he liked Dread for the simple reason that having the other around meant that he wouldn’t be bored. Whether it meant convincing the gatekeeper to let him go to that who world of other and show him around or whether it meant pulling Dread away from his duties entirely to have some fun around the city, there was never a dull moment between them and Karam liked that. He liked that very much.

It was yet another day when the wisp decided that he had nothing better to do than pester the gatekeeper so he happily stalked out where Dread was and with nothing but joy attacked him with a big cuddle (that to others might look like he was choking Dread out but that was totally not true and was just the best greeting for beagles, at least in Karam’s eyes.) Dread seemed to instantly know who it is and joined in their fun.

A couple of minutes later they were huffing and gasping, both with a few (not-so-shallow) scratch wounds with wide grins on their faces. The greetings have been finished.

“So!! I learnt about this new fun thing that the humans do and I was thinking we could try it? It’s called jousting I think and it’s basically like two guys running at each other, trying to knock the other unconscious or something along those lines.” He had completely forgotten that it was to be done on horses and had generally gone out of fashion even before his birth. It mattered little to him because he just really wanted to try and he read somewhere that all dogs are playful. That meant Dread was playful so obviously he’d play with Karam. Right?

Right! Soon enough, the two gathered themselves and each went to one side of the room, standing beside the wall. Karam once more explained how they were supposed to run in a straight line and it seemed Dread took it to heart as he nodded and lightly growled. That made Karam giggle and a few moments later the two were trotting toward each other. Well, Karam was trotting, Dread was rather in full gallop and as they finally met their heads bumped against each other with intense power. 

First, there was a sound of pottery being broken, then swiftly followed by a short fanfare and a sound of at least a hundred bells all chiming at the same time. Then, a bright light appeared between them and Karam’s head exploded releasing confetti and colourful streamers everywhere around him. The now headless body swayed then sat down, gathering the bits of confetti that landed and once again throwing it in the air as if it was celebrating. Dread just sat and watched it all.

It took a good twenty minutes before the body grew a new head, exactly the same as before, with a big, content grin on its face. “Well, wasn’t that fun! Wanna go again?”

[shchenok]

JINAH:

She hadn`t expected his next actions,and just as she went to try and stand up, he collapsed on top of her. “Ugh” a choked grunt escaped her lips and she balled her hands into a fist, lightly punching his side. “Why are you like this?” she grumbled, defeated. Collapsing on the ground, she sighed, listening to his rambling about facts. “I hope you know how stupid you sound right now.” she grumbled. Sitting up finally, she attempted to push him off. “Dude, get off. Haven`t you humiliated me enough?” Jinah groaned, struggling. “Why are you so heavy?”

The little known fact about totally beagles was that they could be as light as a feather or as heavy as a rock and right now Dread was somewhere close to seventy percent made of stone -- at least that’s what the reaction of the female underneath him suggested. “Humiliated?” So far in his life he have only humiliated one of the many moons which tried to take over the sky of the Otherworld and for now humiliating humans was off-limits. At least according to his boy -- and he had to obey, lest he wanted to lose the cosy spot underneath his bed forever. Taking this into consideration, he rolled off the woman and landed right next to her on the grass. “Then how do I un-humiliate you?”

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“I’ll be waiting here whenever you decide to come out from under the couch.” (Inho)

「talk to me like you talk to your rats❢」feat. @shchenok

「ʏᴇᴊᴏᴏɴ」 “Fuck you.” A fat and juicy curse rolled off the dollmaker’s tongue at that remark. Yejoon hissed angrily at the short man who was now comfortably sitting on said couch pressing his (admittedly meagre) weight against the piece of furniture and effectively against the dollmaker, making his life at that moment far more complicated than it should be. He was sulking and he wanted to sulk in peace and yet the boy had managed to make this usually pleasant and easy activity difficult while simultaneously making Yejoon feel childish. This was absolutely unacceptable and the dollmaker was determined to stay where he was, no matter what Inho would tell him. “I’m not moving from here. Nor will I be talking to you. Just leave, go away and when you realise that you hurt my feelings you can send Dread to tell me that. I’m not a moody primadonna, how dare you!”

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JINAH:

She had expected a better reaction. At least to help her up, instead he just looked at her, pointing out the most obvious. “You sound dissappointed.” she rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that her ankle was still throbbing. “You know an injury is still an injury, even without blood.” she huffed, visibly annoyed with his lack of empathy. “At least help me stand up instead of making fun of my misery.” she crossed her arms, grumpy because despite trying, she could not just will away the dull pain.

He could help her up, yes but he could also make her life a little harder and that’s what Dread settled to do instead. Lifting her up was equal to workout and he already put a tick in a box next to sports on his to do list. He had no plans exercising overtime. The mere thought of it was ludicrous. So what he did instead was let his body go completely limp and fall on top of her. If it’s her rest time, let it be rest time for everyone. “I’m not making fun, I’m stating facts. Facts and statistics are one of the most important things you could stumble upon.” She’s pretty uncomfortable but nothing could really compete against the spot he had claimed for himself under Inho’s bed in terms of being comfortable so it wasn’t much of a surprise to him. “The fact is the ball was better this time.” Even though its techniques on attacking a human were debatable.

[shchenok]

OCTAVIA:

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ @shchenok liked for a starter!

There was always something going on around Two Star. Let it be; children falling from the ceiling calming they are from the future to wolves and vampires fighting about something. Today, today seemed to be a very quiet day. Which, if she may say so was very relaxing. But, at the same time it felt as if something big was about to happen. As if the calm before the storm as the humans put it. 

Making her way towards the little cafe, she stumbled over her own two feet. That was strangely weird seeing as she normally wasn’t one to be clumsy that was her aunt Rose, not her. Bumping into someone, she quietly let out a soft “Sorry.”

The woman bumped directly into Dread and had it not been for the stern look from Inho shot in the other male’s direction, the beast would likely have pounced her and, who knows, quite possibly lick her to her death while the crowd slowly gathering around the unusual scene watched them in disbelief. Luckily (for her, not so much for the disappointed beagle who already muttered under his nose about things going bump in the night in what was his yet another misinterpretation of a popular saying)

“It’s okay. Are you okay?” Inho looked at the female, worried. She looked pretty lost at thought for the most of the time, or maybe it was just her quiet, shy apology that made her seem that way. Dread was not so much watching her as he was glaring. He didn’t share Inho’s enthusiasm to help the woman at all. They’d be better if she just disappeared out of their sight, why was Inho wasting his time on her.

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JENNY:

She didn’t really know what was up with this guy, but that’s fine. He’s cute enough that it doesn’t matter. At least her job is a little more interesting today because this cute and strange guy showed up. She doesn’t mind that in the least bit. “Oh, trust me. I wish we did. Might make my job so much easier and not have people complaining about stale beer.” She ran her hand up to adjust her cap. “I think that was a compliment, and even if it wasn’t, I’ll still take it. You’re cute enough.”

Inho made sure to train Dread to smile upon hearing the word compliment and so when she said it, the corners of his lips turned upwards. “Cute enough...” He repeated after her with a hint of doubt in his voice. Could it be that he was this careless and his lethal weapon got discovered this early in? He made sure not to expose any creature in this world to the malignant effects of his cuteness and truthfully, she wasn’t showing any symptoms of being directly exposed to it. “You are cool so I’d rather not be that.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone, letting her know that he considered this topic closed. Then, he fell silent but kept his eyes on her. There had to be more to this place and to her and for now, the game of figuring it out seemed like a good way to occupy his time.

[shchenok]

scary muse aesthetics!

Muse: Dread

bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody handprint on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along traintracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | a ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood

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[shchenok]

YOUR ANIMAL FAMILIAR!

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Muse: Dread

Butterfly:

Though often overlooked, the Butterfly familiar is a major symbol of one who has had a major change or transformation in their life. Very likely, you have gone through many struggles in life, many of them within yourself, as you tried to find who you were and what your purpose was. Maybe you are still going through that, or maybe you have had a breakthrough and discovered who you truly are inside. Butterflies represent a lively, inspired individual, and understanding life's deepest secrets. A Butterfly familiar helps their master stay sure of themselves and remain themselves, as well as inspire them throughout life.

This familiar represents: -Transformation -Breakthrough in character -Understanding -Secrets -Liveliness -Inspiration -Uniqueness

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osclemio:

How in the world was she supposed to hide the fact that she was a wolf? To supernaturals, they knew instantly. It was hard to not get grossed out when your whole scent smelled of wet dog to those that had a keen sense of smell. And she was starting to get that from him. “No? I have other things but I’m very talented at my job. Why, do I look like I have superhuman speed?”

Quite the contrary, she looked about as regular as just about every other passer-by. One to be remembered maybe for a moment or two after walking past her. That’s the problem with this world, no wings, no seven headed puppies, everything’s just so oddly... similar. How was he supposed to know which creatures were the stronger ones, who was superior to whom if there was no trait to recognise them by? It’s a cultural shock that got him all silent for a moment. “Aren’t waiters required to have that?” Dread puffed his cheeks. It just seemed all wrong to him. “And i don’t think superhuman speed really affects the look all that much. I mean, messy hair is a given since you’d have wind in your hair for most of the time but other than that...” The monster shrugged.

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cats the musical starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

Rum Tum Tugger

“If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat.” / “If you put me in a flat then I’d rather have a house.”

“I’m always on the wrong side of every door.”

“I only like what I find for myself.”

“___ is artful and knowing.”

“Doesn’t care for a cuddle.”

Gus: The Theatre Cat

“His coat’s very shabby.” / “He’s thin as a rake.”

“His name was quite famous, he says, in his time.”

“I have played in my time every possible part, and I used to know seventy speeches by heart.”

“Well the theatre is certainly not what it was.”

“I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire to rescue a child when a house was on fire.”

Macavity: The Mystery Cat

“He’s a master criminal who can defy the law.”

“His brow is deeply lined in thought.”

“And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake!”

“__, __, there’s no one like __.”

“I know he cheats at cards.”

Mr. Mistoffelees

“He is quiet and small.”

“He is always deceiving you.”

“His manner is vague and aloof.”

“You would think there was nobody shyer.”

“You’ll never believe it! You’ll never believe it!”

Memory

“Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.”

“Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone in the lamplight.”

“I can smile at the old days. I was beautiful then.”

“I remember the time I knew what happiness was.”

“I must wait for the sunrise.” / “I must think of a new life.”

“Touch me.”

“It’s so easy to leave me.”

[shchenok]

❛ So now there’s a baboon running around the city amok. ❜ (from Karam)

✳ and now, the meme corner: ruining history ✳

Dread’s lying on the couch, no remorse seen on his face. Why would there be any if they were just going by the book as per Inho’s instructions. The problem was, Inho didn’t specify which book they were supposed to go by The Lost City of the Monkey God by the Otherworld’s greatest author Shakira Shakira. That plan obviously required a monkey and they had plans to borrow one from the nearest zoo but despite their best efforts to explain the plot, the baboon decided to forfeit as soon as it stepped out of its enclosure. Which in consequence led the two adventure seekers back home when one of them had to explain everything to Inho and that– that’s obviously Karam’s responsibility.

Upon hearing pride in the wisp’s voice, Inho rubbed his temples feeling the oncoming headache. If these two were reckless enough to be seen by someone who could put two and two together (and let’s face it, it’s more than highly probable), then he’s going to be in a lot of trouble. “Sit down.” He motioned tiredly at the couch occupied by the monster. “I need you two to sit here and do nothing. I’ll call someone to get you home safely, Karam. Just… could you, please, not be creative again? At least for some time.”

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