Edgy Deer Enthusiast

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I spoke about this like a week ago, but to recap in less words, I’ve lost my health insurance and my father has disowned me after I came out to him as transgender back in December, and he was my primary financial support. I’ve got a job but right now, it’s not enough, and I’m struggling to pay for food, and other necessities. I’d really appreciate if y’all would be able to buy me a ko-fi. It’s a $3 thing, but if you can afford more it would really help out. I am having to move out of my apartment because my roommate has been threatening to steal from me, and the moving fee is going to cost $200 that I simply do not have. 

I would also really appreciate reblogging this even if you can’t afford to help me out right now. 

[corporateheired-blog]

| @solidifiedsins |

It was a little chilly today, causing the businessman to pull at his suit jacket a bit. Good thing it was only a short walk to where Driver Kim waited to pick him up. As per usual, Jumin had a bodyguard by his side to make sure he got to the car fine. After all, he was the son and the heir to C&R International, so he was rather important. However, Jumin was mostly subjected to ridiculous rumors of dating various women. It just went on and on, but the businessman didn’t pay much mind to that. The only things that occupied his mind was his work, the welfare of his precious Elizabeth the 3rd, and the RFA.  The RFA was the closest thing Jumin could call “friends.” That was part of the reason why he assisted in throwing charity parties to help others that weren’t in such good shape. So, when he noticed a figure on a bench, it caught his attention. Usually he was not such a curious person, but something in him made him want to go over. Perhaps it was because he gave so much to the fundraisers.  Making his way over, one of his bodyguards inquired him as to what he was doing, which he brushed off.  “Excuse me, are you aware that is a private park?”

[solidifiedsins]

| @corporateheired​​ |

It hadn’t been a good set of days for Octavius. He grimaced as the cold wind bit at his ears, wrapping his coat tighter around his son as they walked through the small park, seeking shelter from the harsh wind. It soon became apparent there would be no shelter though, as he finally accepted defeat and sat on a nearby bench to recollect his thoughts. 

It had been 3 days since they’d been left without a means to get back home to the US, and the first without proper shelter. They’d managed to get some pity from the hotel’s owner who let them stay in a room for a day or two, but their charity eventually ran out when another guest was willing to actually pay for the room. Of course, none of that really mattered now. He didn’t have anything left but a suitcase, Sen’s little backpack, and his wallet, filled with money that wasn’t even used in this country. He took in a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, rubbing Senwel’s back as the other started to sniffle. Why did Matthew leave without him? He couldn’t care less what happened to himself, but why do this to their son? It didn’t make any logical sense. 

He jumped slightly when he was addressed, and stared up at the man with wide eyes. Fuck, what was he saying? He didn’t speak enough of the language to understand. He gulped and grabbed his phone from his pocket, quickly opening google translate. Not the best solution, but it was all he currently had to work with. 

“C-cold. Child is cold, no house. Please helping?” His pronunciation was atrocious, and his accent painfully american, but at lest it got the point across.  “Do you speak English? I do not speak Korean. I need help.”

[solidifiedsins]

binary111:

[707 has entered the chatroom]

Oh. Oh no. This wouldn’t do.

Luciel nearly spat out his drink when he read the chat log. He logged in immediately in order to resolve the issue.

[ 707 ]: HE’S GETTING INTO STUFF?! [ 707 ]: Stop him right now! [ 707 ]: V said specifically not to touch anything [ 707 ]: You may not know him well, [ 707 ]: but trust me when I say, [ 707 ]: he’s got good reason to say that.

He’s starting to fret over the youngster. They were lucky that nothing happened yet. If Senwel opened the wrong cabinet or stuck his nose where it shouldn’t have been… Luciel shuddered to think of what would happen. An innocent kid, too… It was better if he just stayed out of it. What was V thinking, letting a man with a child live in Rika’s apartment?

[ 707 ]: Rika worked with a LOT of sensitive material! [ 707 ]: It’s better if [ 707 ]: he just avoids it entirely.

Octavius raised his brows at the speedy reply, and quickly called over Senwel, who was just about to open another drawer, and sat him on his lap. 

“I think that’s enough exploring for now, bud. The nice people letting us live here told us not to touch anything, remember?”

“But I wasn’t-”

“I know you weren’t touching anything important, but we need to follow their rules, okay sweetheart? This is their house, not ours. We’re just guests.” 

He kissed the top of Senwel’s head and set him back down, handing them their Child-safe tablet from their little backpack. Immediately distracted by his electronics, he hurried off to the corner to play some games.

[Octavius]: The gremlin has been contained to the corner for now. [Octavius]: I’m sorry about that. You know how kids are. ^ ^” [Octavius]: Should I have some locks or something to keep him out for good?  [Octavius]: The last thing I want is for him to get into anything important. [Octavius]: I really need to figure out some sort of homeschooling for him. [Octavius]: With luck something like that would help keep him occupied.

[solidifiedsins]

Closed starter @binary111

It was like a god-sent miracle when they had come across the apartment, and not even two days after they had been stranded in the country. While he was a bit cautious about this ‘RFA’, he couldn’t fully complain. After all, he now had a roof over his head, food water, and even a new job. His heart swelled with relief as he watched his young son scamper around the apartment, exploring their new home with absolute delight.

Octavius chuckled and leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone. 

[Octavius has logged in] [4:38 pm] [Octavius] I still can’t thank you people enough for taking us in. [Octavius] Senwel’s taken to the apartment already. He’s been going through quite a few things though, despite my best efforts to keep him still. It hasn’t even been 24 hours and I think the kid’s going stir-crazy. 

He glanced over at Senwel, who was digging through one of the drawers. He found a staple remover, and immediately started to use it as a puppet. He’d have to keep a close eye on him so the youngster didn’t accidentally chop a finger off. He drummed his fingers on the office chair as he thought. 

[Octavius] If there’s anything he shouldn’t be into, you should probably speak now or forever hold your peace, he’s doing quite the through inspection.

[solidifiedsins]

Starstruck

Closed starter with @exnobis

The room was packed with excited fans, news cameras, body guards- it was all rather overwhelming for Octavius, and even more so for his dearest son Senwel, who was clinging onto his father’s leg for dear life. 

Today was the big meet-and-greet with the famous ‘Nox’. Octavius thought he was pretty good, but Senwel- oh Senwel absolutely adored and looked up to the man, which made tonight all the more important to them. Octavius forced a smile as he rubbed the top of his son’s balding head. Peach fuss was left in patches on his scalp, a detail that always left a lump in the man’s throat.

Senwel had been battling cancer for a long while now, with little good news. While he wasn’t too far gone yet, him and the doctors had been preparing for the worst possible outcome in the near future. A fact that makes Octavius’ blood run cold. He gently grabbed his son’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze, trying to peer over the crowd for the promised celebrity.He could only hope the large crowd of fans paying to enter would be enough to pay off his son’s growing medical bills. 

But for now, all he could do was try and calm down his impatient son, and wait.

[solidifiedsins]

Like this for a starter!

[arcanistdagnarp]

"What did the lustful maiden say to to the royal archer?" The tarred demon was struggling to hold in his laughter. "You make me- *Snrk* QUIVER!"

Despite the absolutely horrific joke, Dagna giggled. 

“Did you hear that from the Iron Bull? That man loves his puns. You can’t say the inquisition has no sense of humor!” 

She pushed a piece of hair out of her face and wandered towards the giggling, gooey mass. “What brings you to the undercroft? Surely not just to see me.” 

[solidifiedsins]

“And what if I said that was exactly the reason?” He slid down from the ceiling he had been sticking to, and gurgled in contentment. 

“You’re an odd one. One of the few people I can speak to in this damned place, actually.” He crouched down to be eye-level with her, and tilted his head. “I came to see what you were working on, actually. And... perhaps ask of a favor. Some light research.”

[soljua-deactivated20180215]

reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

[lost-prince-of-corona]

Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

[pcrseverance-aa-deactivated2021]

There's a pound at Cullen's door. And another. And another. It seemed a far too forceful to be a knock. Upon opening the door, he would find a young Orlesian boy, no older than five, hammering nails into the wood. It was difficult to really tell, but he seemed to be making a pattern of some kind. They seemed too busy with their work to notice the commander's presence, and held another nail in place to be hammered into the hard oak.

Cullen looks down at the boy and stares. Then starts and takes a further step back when it appears that the boy hasn’t noticed the door is open, lest he get a nail in his kneecap. 

A quick glance round indicates no one is coming for the boy, there’s not another person in sight along the ramparts, and he glances back down. 

“What in the world are you doing?” he asks eventually, “and where are you parents?” 

[solidifiedsins]

The toddler blinked slowly at the commander, who had so rudely interrupted his work. What was he doing...? The man looked important, so he should probably be honest. 

Senwel shrugged. “I ‘dunno. I found this hammer and nails n’ stuff by the door, so I’m usin’ them!” 

He gave them a toothy grin. “My Babae’s been workin’ real hard, and said I should go play, which is his way of nicely sayin’ I’m bugging him, but that’s okay, ‘cuz he works a whoooole lot! He keeps all the horses clean, and scoops up lotsa poop and stuff-”

[solidifiedsins]

seeyouinclassbitch:

Hugo had stayed after work hours seeing how he didn’t have to rush home to care for his son. He sat at his desk, grading the last of his papers from earlier that day. He eventually sat back in his chair, pulling off his glasses so he could rub at his eyes. It had been a long day and he really needed a break. He slid his glasses back on before getting up, deciding that a break was a wonderful idea.

He began to wonder the empty and eerily silent halls, humming quietly to himself. The loud clatter that resinated down the hall made him jump, nearly yelping in surprise. Wait. Was there someone else here? He checked his phone, seeing that it wasn’t as late as he thought it was. Must be the after school cleaning staff. He decided to investigate and made his way down the hall to the empty call room. The teacher entered the room, his brown eyes searching for some sign of movement. The groan caught his attention though.

“Hello?” He called out in a questioning tone. He soon found the janitor sitting on the floor, looking as if he’d fallen. “Are you alright? I heard a crash? You’re not hurt are you?” He asked, kneeling down to try and help the other up.

Octavius let out a grunt as he carefully sat up, not bothering to look up at whoever was kind enough to hurry over. “I’m fine, just tripped on a pencil, you know how it goes.” He hissed through his teeth as he pushed himself back up, blinking as he eyed the other man over. 

They were.... certainly not bad looking, but he couldn’t fully put his finger on who they exactly were. Maybe he’d seen them on the street sometime? Probably. He was still pretty new to the town. Either way...

“Thank’s for coming in to help, though. Shocked I didn’t break anything important.” He wiped the sweat from under his eyepatch, and popped his neck with concerning ease. It sounded horrific, but god that felt so much better. “Have to admit, I thought I was the only one still here, this late at night. You a teacher or something? If I taught teenagers all day, I’d be crashing in bed right about now.” 

He chuckled, picking up the culprit pencil that caused his rather ungraceful fall. It was one of those cheap ones with the plastic on the outside, with some boyband’s faces plastered all over it. Thank god he didn’t die from that.

[solidifiedsins]

with-extra-destiny:

It was pizza day here in the food court, and Taako absolutely had to jump on that. Sure, he was capable of whipping up things that were considerably more complex, but on some days, nothing could beat a plate of greasy pizza. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite gotten his pizza yet, or it inevitably would have ended up on the floor.

He felt the freezing splash of the slushie all the way down his back before he even realized anything was on fire. Taako gasped loudly, and the few spectators around him went silent at this scene. “What..the actual fu-” He started, but that’s when he realized the fire. This just kept getting better.

Taako quickly pulled his hat from his head and tossed it to the floor. It only took a quick wave of the hand to conjure enough water to put out the fire. He was left with a slightly damp, singed hat. And a soaking back. Was this someone’s idea of a joke? If so, they were going to get retribution in full.

The elf picked his hat back up off of the ground, trying his best to brush the singed bits from the fabric. Maybe no one would notice. He then turned to try to identify who or what had caused this. “Oh-ho-ho, you’ll wish you’d never done…that…” His sentence trailed off as his eyes flickered down to someone much shorter than he had expected. Not a dwarf, not a gnome, not even a gerblin. It was a kid. Eugh. He couldn’t exact divine justice on a child. Think about the possible lawsuits!

“Seriously, kid? You got anyone with you?” Taako asked. He then looked up and surveyed the food court. “Hey! Got a kid over here! Who’s tiny tornado is this?!” He yelled across the room, pointing down at Senwel. Someone surely had to claim him.

Senwel looked up at the other with terrified, saucer-like eyes. Oh gosh, he’d really went and goofed this one up, hadn’t he? The stranger was shouting, but in his sudden panic, he didn’t catch much. All he processed was that the tall angry elf was pointing and yelling at him. 

And of course, that just wouldn’t do. The poor scamp’s lip started to almost immediately quiver, quickly followed up with the waterworks that started to well up in the youngster’s eyes. And then there was that high-pitched whine, followed by the unmistakable noise of a wailing toddler. Gods, that was loud. And very annoying.

Where the hell was his parent?

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Octavius didn’t exactly have the most glamorous job, especially considering where he was. A moon base. A mother. fucking. MOON BASE. And yet here he was, on his hands and knees in a bathroom stall, scrubbing shit stains off a moon toilet. 

Where did the shit go, anyways? Was there proper plumbing, or did they just launch the shit nuggets into space? If that was the case, he wondered how many shooting stars he’d seen had actually been flaming turds. He chuckled at the idea, slowly standing up as he flushed. Fucking finally, that was the last throne of the day, now he just had to do the food court’s floor tonight, and scrape the gum off the bottom the tables-

He froze in place as he heard an all-too-familiar screech coming from the food court. Fuck, what had the kid gotten into now? He dropped his cleaning supplies and hurried off towards the sound.

[solidifiedsins]

(( CRAWLS OUT OF WRITER’S BLOCK HELL. WHEEZES.)) (( Howdy y’all your least favorite rp partner is back! Gonna start going through the draft backlog. Apologies if I don’t get to yours today, but I’m going to try my best to empty it out asap! ))

[solidifiedsins]

Going on a mini-hiatus. Muses haven’t been coming to me lately, and I need to get ready for my college classes that start in a week. 

[solidifiedsins]

semiprocryptidhunter:

Robert rose his eyebrows at the mention of a child, specifically Oct’s son, though he wouldn’t really push much farther than that. People did what they had to do, and hey, Oct was the one selling him weed, so he couldn’t exactly complain. Not that he had anything to complain about, though. “They’re pretty cute, my neighbor buys them for his kids, they use’em at barbecues. Somehow, I always end up with one.”

He snorted and shook his head. “Not exactly the brightest idea to steal your dad’s card to buy weed, but…ya’know. Kids are kinda dumb.”

“Yeah, I got it, don’ worry. I’ll shoot you a text when I need more.” He said, giving a small grin as he saw the other man looking him up. “You okay there, Oct? Like what you see?” Robert teased.

“That’s what I thought. Kid that dense shouldn’t be smoking anything, y’know? Don’t need to be smoking what little brain cells they have left away.” He smiles, putting his hands in his pockets. His face flushes slightly at the other’s question, and suddenly his eye was trying desperately to look literally anywhere else.

“Just not used to seeing such good-lookin’ guys after my products, y’know? It’s usually hipsters that don’t believe in bathing, or kids coated in axe body spray. Not...” He gestured towards the other’s physique. “Y’know.” 

He bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating sightly before trying to regain his ‘cool dude’ persona.Keep it together, old man. You need the money.

“...But yeah, you ever find yourself in need of a bed warmer, hit me up. With a pretty face like that, ‘might be willing to give you a discount.” Perfect. With that, he winked, turned on his heel, and awkwardly walked down the street to head back home.

[semiprocryptidhunter-deactivate]

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SEND AN “Ѡ” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO BEING SENT ACCIDENTAL NUDES. || No longer accepting

[Oct:txt:] dude what the fuck

[Oct:txt:] i mean like NICE but also dude what the actual fuck

[solidifiedsins]

[Rob:txt:] NOT MEANT FOR YOU NOT FOR YOU FUCK

[Rob:txt:] Those were photo commissions for a different Rob.

[solidifiedsins]

semiprocryptidhunter:

Robert took the bag and stared at it for a moment, eyebrows furrowed at the, uh…….design. Winnie the Pooh?

“..Is this really the bag you’re gonna give it to me in?” He asked, less as an insult and more like, why the fuck are you using Winnie the Pooh zip lock bags? For weed, too! Rob nodded none the less, digging into his own pocket to pass Octavius whatever amount of money it was he requested– reasonable but good.

“Wow, real slick of'em.” He murmured, giving a little chuckle.

“Ran out of my usual ones, these are for my son.” He smirked and gave him the bag, taking the small bundle of cash and counting the bills. “I’ll never get why kids love having faces printed all over shit. Had to buy him this huge pack of zoopals plates off amazon a month ago. Stuff’s expensive, but at least he gets a kick out of it.”

He pocketed the cash. “I mean, I do have one of those card swipers, so I technically could have- but I’m not doing that to the poor kid’s parents. If he’s gonna go down that path, kid’s gotta work for that shit, you know?”

He wiped some sweat away from behind his eyepatch. “...Anyways, you got my number if you ever need more, right? The line’s always open.” Octavius tried his best not to eye up the dude’s sweet jacket and rugged beard. He was failing miserably. Since when did he get customers that were so... handsome? And not trashy at all?