H e j i r a

((Independant OC roleplay blog, OC/Crossover friendly))

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“It.. It’s chewing on a shoe. I don’t even wear shoes! Where did it get a shoe from???”

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“Goddess save me...”

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The sound of high-pitched trilling can be heard from nearby. Upon further investigation you find…a small dragon? That’s certainly what it looks like, anyway. It stares up at you with big red eyes and trills again before deciding to waddle over and plop itself right on top of your foot.

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CONGRATULATIONS! Your muse has received their very own dragon. This one in particular is a young male.

In one week, he will grow up to look like this:

Please take good care of him!

Wh- What is this creature!? Some kind of chimera maybe? It looks like it could be related to a basilisk, but it seems more like an animal instead.  And there's no boreal aura coming off it to make her sick to her stomach so... perhaps it really is someone's escaped experiment. Well, she couldn't say she didn't relate to that.  

After scooting away during her initial shock, Manna inches closer again. Her eyes could be deceiving her, but it seems like this might be a baby... whatever this is. If it's not done growing yet then... oh, she's going to have quite a handful to deal with now.

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[x]

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“I’ve got cream and honey and I’m not afraid to use it”

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She knows a language she's never heard, and recalls places she's never been. In dreams she returns to such a bright world. These memories aren't hers, not really. But she has the sense that they belong to someone who had the same face as her. A long, long time ago. Sometimes she wonders why she was brought into the world so very far from that long lost home.

They never ask her about that place though.

Instead they want to know about the long ago past of this place where she now resides. A place that the other her; the long ago her, was only visiting. She didn't come from there but their ancestors did and so they want to know all about them. Who they were and what they did.

She doesn't care about it.

And she thinks, the long ago her wouldn't have either. That other 'her' would have left. Because she had more power than she does. Because of technology and abilities that no longer exist here. What a sad fate, to see an entire planet full of amnesiacs.

They ask her what her name is.

She tells them it's Manna [a lie].

She won't give them the name of the long ago her. The one who lost everything when the current her was created. It's a name she'll keep inside and cherish. Like the memory of a dead loved one.

Dead but still cherished.

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I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

Kurt Cobain  (via avarixing)

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Here I am right before bed to say I’m going to set up an au or maybe a full verse even. So that should be fun :D

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"Manaaaaaaaaa"

Pretends to be asleep and fake snores obnoxiously=

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“Your name?” He pauses, stare blank and unfocused. “Is it Gorgeous?”

He wiggles his eyebrows and cackles at his own cleverness. “With lines like that, I dunno why anyone wouldn’t wanna date me. Oh, man. I’m so alone,” he mumbles, and follows the awkward statement with a loud yawn. “It’s Daxter. My name.”

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She almost has the feeling that she should have expected a response like that, given the way this conversation’s been going so far. Letting out a sigh though she shakes her head and tries to give him a reassuring pat to the back.

“Well Daxter provided you’re not too drunk to remember this, my name is Manna. And is this the right door?”

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songofmana:

Implications aside, a bedroom would be a better place to drop him off at. 

“You have a room in this place?” She asks at first and then almost coughs. “The last time we were in a room together you almost shot me. I think it’d be better if I just dropped you off.”

“That’s ‘cause you appeared outta nowhere in my shop! Y’know, when things like that happen, it usually don’t end very well for ME!”

He breathes. He’s fine. He grins again.”

“Details, baby. Don’t get all caught up in ‘em. My room is, uh…up those fuckin’. All those fuckin’ stairs.” There aren’t that many stairs in reality, but to a drunk person it may as well be Mt. Everest.

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“It was pretty surprising for me too. But this... well I guess this is a good second impression.” 

The stairs aren’t too bad, and he’s not making things worse by moving around too much either. 

“Did you ever get my name even?”

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songofmana:

“Don’t squirm so much. You’ll make me drop you” 

So close to furniture, just a little farther and he’ll be away from the wall and floor. Mostly the wall…

Oh? Is this tall lady carrying him? Oooh…He’s no less drunk than before but he is slightly more coherent now.

“Well, hhhey baby, you takin’ me to the bedroom? Where we can get moooore….acquainted?”

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Implications aside, a bedroom would be a better place to drop him off at. 

“You have a room in this place?” She asks at first and then almost coughs. “The last time we were in a room together you almost shot me. I think it’d be better if I just dropped you off.”

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@zazaziing From [x]

“Seems more like the floor is givin’ you trouble right now, yea?” Does she dare attempt to move him to a couch or a chair? Yes, with the risk of fists and maybe puke she will try anyway.

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Wiggles his legs.

“Nooooo. I don’ wan’ any trouble. It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it–”

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“Don’t squirm so much. You’ll make me drop you” 

So close to furniture, just a little farther and he’ll be away from the wall and floor. Mostly the wall...

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@zazaziing From [x]

“Seems more like the floor is givin’ you trouble right now, yea?” Does she dare attempt to move him to a couch or a chair? Yes, with the risk of fists and maybe puke she will try anyway.

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“Fae love this holiday. It’s like their Yuletide’s Day.” Even Manna felt a little more cuddly than usual.

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“Pretty sure lots of people would love it if their naughty bits were as pretty as a flower.”

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some height difference prompts

i’m always scaring you on accident because 1) i walk silently 2) you never see me coming because i’m literally over a foot shorter than you 3) you just really don’t pay any attention to anything below chin level do you 

you always put things on the top shelves because that’s pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET I’M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT’S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE

“how tall are you even??” “like six seven i think, idk” “what the fuck” 

i have to stand on a chair to be intimidating when i yell at you and you always start laughing at how ridiculous i look and damn it your cuTE LAUGH ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME LESS ANGRY STOP HUGGING ME PUT ME DOWN I’M STILL MAD AT YOU

everyone seems to expect me to be some evil angry midget because i’m so short but i’m actually really chill, it’s my tall friend over there who’s pretty much satan 

stop being a snarky salt lord or i will elbow you in the crotch with no regrets. that’s what you get for being tall and an asshole. 

this is really awkward because i swear i know what your face looks like but i always recognize you by the top of your head and today you wore a hoodie/hat/coat so i was looking for you for about half an hour before you took off the hood/hat and i realized who you were