Seraph of Steel

[[ Indie fandomless (furry) OC ]]

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roaringheart:

Sora cringed, watching the stranger attempt to free himself from his “own” trap, but ended up smiling softly as he nodded. He drew closer to inspect it, tilting his head somewhat. “Heh, you got it really stuck, huh? Lemme try…” He pushed his face into the “bush” and pulled at the twig it was suck on, trying to pull it away. “’Ry fu’in’ ih’ now.” He couldn’t quite talk with a would-be branch in his mouth, but he hoped the other could understand.

A bramble hits against one of his talons as the plant moves, and within seconds Mika is able to yank his paw free. Dirt rises up in a puff as he tumbles to the ground and then stays there, sprawled out and finally free from the ensnaring bush. “Well... The worked sooner than I expected.” He laughs softly, sitting up and shaking the dirt out of his fur before sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws. His head tilts to the side in curiosity, a soft smile sparkling in his eyes. “Thank you. Can I get your name?”

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Abilities

A list and explanation of Mika’s abilities, due to his nature or his cybernetics. Please note: Abilities from his cybernetics do not apply within his fantasy verse.

Theoretical immortality: Because Mika’s body is barely made of organic material, as long as he maintains his cybernetics, his body can go on indefinitely. The organic parts will eventually die, but if he can fend off the issues of aging technology, he can continue to live well past his organic lifespan.

Hard to kill: While crippling Mika, and rendering him unable to move or fight, isn’t any more difficult than doing the same to a normal living thing, there remains a question of what counts as killing an android. Destroying his memories could count, but if his processing functions aren’t destroyed, he can still continue to exist, just without his memories or personality. Destroying the processing center, he would be left with no ability to move, think, or exist, but could be revived by placing him memory files into another computer and allowing the AI he lives off of to come back online. There is also the issue of finding his memory and processing center is. The only indisputable death would to be completely destroy his entire physical body, including memory bank and processing cores, until there is nothing left to salvage. 

Exponential room to improve: Mika cannot heal from injuries the way normal organic beings can. He must replace or repair any damaged parts of his body, but this also means he can upgrade himself with stronger robotics, better cybernetics, ect ect, whenever he can find the parts. For this reason, he tends to keep extra replacement parts around.

Perfect memory: Because Mika’s memory is stored within data, and not biological functioning, his memory is nearly perfect. With exception to memories he deliberately does not want to remember, and memories that become corrupted, he will recall almost anything with perfect accuracy to his own experience. However, finding the correct memories he’s looking for can often take a while for him to recall. Memory altering affects of creatures he encounters must also be able to affect electronic memory in order to delete, alter, or otherwise change his recollections. He is not immune to these things; he's just a computer rather than a biological thing.

Transformation: Mika has three individual forms he can maintain, as demonstrated in his ref sheet. The primary form will be his anthro form. The other two are rare to be seen, since feral often leads to him being treated more like an animal, and his angel form only activates when specific conditions are met. Transforming is also particularly painful for him, and between feral and anthro, always runs the risk of damaging his cybernetics.

Sonic scream: Using his voice, Mika is able to produce a sound loud enough to temporarily deafen most creatures in the vicinity. Anyone directly next to him when he screams runs the risk of getting ruptured ear drums, depending on their personal abilities. Most normal humans will be affected. This ability is much harder to use as a cyborg, and often lends to his voice modulation breaking down immediately after.

Angel: Mika’s angelic form is something natural to him as a chimera. While in this form, he has 360 vision from his three heads and multiple eyes. The only blind spots are directly under and above him, but these are easy to keep covered by moving his heads or using his hand or wing eyes. All extra limbs within this form are completely organic, grow as new organic material during the transformation, and then rot away at the end. Very often, Mika does not retain memories while in this form. He is aware that there are points of time missing from his memory, and that things happened that he was the cause of, but he does not know what happened unless informed, and tends to draw conclusions based on the aftermath. For this reason, he is very hesitant to allow this form to trigger. Angelic form is also primarily destructive, another reason Mika doesn’t like it. This is because the transformation happens when he becomes enraged or put in severe danger. It is controlled by basic instincts and not higher functioning, so reasoning with him is useless. If you manage to trigger this mode, your best bet is to leave him until he can calm down. He is known to attack even those close to him while within angel mode. The only time Mika is capable of flying is while he is an angel.

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stingofenvy:

“H-Huh? Wait…” Either this creature was really strong, or he was underestimating the enemy. After all…

“I don’t know if there will still be a place to stay by the time the sun rises…” he muttered, tossing an apprehensive glance back at the missing chunk of the building. “But if I can take care of it before then, it’ll be safe.”

Regardless, he hurriedly moved to join the creature. “Please, let me stand in front. I have to keep an eye out for it.” That, and he wanted to keep the stranger safe any way he could, but he was getting the feeling that repeating that sentiment too many times would be a little pointless – considering how indifferent the creature seemed to feel about the imminent danger.

It’s... Endearing how concerned he is. A soft flutter of affection makes it’s way into Mika’s heart as he watches the human step up in front of him. Really.. Who was ever that concerned about the safety of strangers, except a particularly kind individual? Perhaps this one was safe, unlike so many of his kind...

Deciding to humor Heart, Mika steps to the side and allows him to walk in front, a soft smile on his face. “I’m curious. What are we dealing with, for you to be so concerned?” He pauses, head tilting to the side. “Do you often do things like this? Clear abandoned houses of dangerous entities and save strangers from horrible deaths? It’s rather chivalrous, isn’t it?”

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Sorry I’ve been dead I still love My Boy. I’ve been busy lately and forgot that online existed. 

[retromochi]

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talk about space well it’s a beautiful place! but it’s so damn cold! just for the human race but for the planets and the stars everything else and mars it’s like paradise spread out with a butter knife

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Lowkey tempted to make a blog for my Tal-Vashoth OC but also i hate making new blogs

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I ended up making the blog over at @jadedknives bc I'm weak and I might have, uh, borrowed a friend's copy of DA:I

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// rough touch //

| 19. Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists

The grip is tighter than Mika would have expected from the human, sending false electric pain up his arm as he struggles to pull away. It's tight enough that when he turns to get a better angle, it twists his shoulder and the mechanics inside strain at the pressure being put on them. A hiss is given, lips pulled back to bare sharp teeth as Mika still struggles to get away from the human. Shoulders drop to lower his body as he jerks away, talons grasping and reaching for soft human flesh that he can't get to.

He just needs to escape. Just needs to get away, just momentarily, and he can outrun him. There's no telling what's going to happen if he stays, caught by this obsessive human, and it makes his stomach writhe with anxiety. He can't trust him. The last person who gripped his wrist like this, had nearly killed him.

But he doesn't want to hurt him, either. Every option to break a bone, to slash with razor talons, to bite and tear away, all makes Mika feel nauseous. Violence was abhorrent, messy and bitter tasting actions that only led to suffering, and he does not want to hurt this human. Scared clicks come from his throat as he narrows his eyes, thinking. He'd have to speak then, if he doesn't want to fight. The voice modulation should be able to handle it. With slow, mechanical sounding words, Mika speaks only for a second. "Let me go."

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Send ‘rough touch’

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memeroundups:

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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Lowkey tempted to make a blog for my Tal-Vashoth OC but also i hate making new blogs

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foppishdandy:

The bludgeoned beast is in their past– albeit, their very immediate past. Far be it from Dorian to make a habit out of including and then saving the lives of plebians. The smoldering aroma of scorched wood and drink drifted even as he left the building, relimbering his effects as he thought the scent might make a cheap, fitting addition to any southern Chantry incense box. The touch of frigid bear blood really sold it, though. 

His demeaning ideas came to pause, a sidelong look slid to the accompanied merchant; his tapered brow coming up. It was nearly sincere. “How?” Dorian repeated. A question for a question.

“Let’s see then. It did not smell rancid, though it was a challenge to really tell over that pungent vermin. I managed, of course. Years of sniffing out the finest available at soirees in a fog of misused parfumes, you see. It was drinkable. With that squared off, check: I know it was half decent, then.” Out here, one learns not to be picky (as picky). One might complain until the barkeep rules that they are banned from sitting closest to their stash though. 

The chill of the night braced him, it took a true Tevinter mage’s grip on his staff to yield shivering. His mind was occupied by re-acclimating, though part of him dwelled on the telling silence from the other half of the conversation, or lack thereof. If impromptu molotovs were the worst he should fear, then he would not worry much. “To travel alone on this treacherous road is risky business. You aren’t completely dimwitted, are you?”

He listens to the explanation with only slight disdain, his eyes rolling to look towards a star-covered sky. How boring it must be to spend so much time on alcohol. Still, his tongue holds still for the moment as they walk, his eyes flashing with light as he sweeps the visible area for any other possible dangers. It’s enough that he almost misses the question directed at him. Sharp ears still manage to swivel towards the source of Dorian’s voice, followed by a sharp barking laugh in Mika’s part.

“Actually, no, I have a caravan of fifty other merchants, all waiting on me.” The lie settles into the air before he turns to look at the man with an expression mixed between amusement and exasperation. “Of course I’m traveling alone. I’m plenty capable of defending myself, when I’m not startled into fleeing from a screaming mage and a much larger bear.” To prove his point, he holds up a hand, sharp talons glinting in moonlight as they step out of the forest and back onto the road.

The cart was where he’d left it, though it looks like a few woodland animals seem to have rooted through the surface layer. It’s not much of a bother, as Mika steps up to inspect for any damage and continues speaking. “Most of my weapons are natural, so I can’t very well attack from a distance unless I have my bow.” And just on time, his hand slides over the smooth shaft of a strung longbow, which he pulls off the cart to hold up. “I didn’t have time to grab it, and I’m a little against the idea of drop-kicking a bear, you see.” He places the bow back where it’s supposed to be and fixes some of the messed canvas, before throwing a look back at the man. “This should be where you see me off then, correct? I assume you have other important matters to attend to from wherever you came from inside that forest.”

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| Closed starter for @wannabelieve

Rooftops have always made the best places to spend time, in his honest opinion. Rarely regulated by anyone, or frequented by others, Mika had gotten quite comfortable spending his time on top of buildings. The vantage point it gives him is also remarkably nice, especially on a night like tonight. Street lights line the road of the residential district he’s been spending his time in for the last two weeks, avoiding contact with the locals as much as possible. From the few machines he’s stolen, they don’t seem to believe in alien lifeforms, and what they do think of aliens is... Rather disappointing, really.

With his own best interests at heart, he figured it would be best to go unseen until he was able to leave the planet. It certainly wasn’t hard, after all. Most the humans retreated to their homes and stayed there after a certain hour, meaning Mika had free reign over nighttime. There had been the occasional misfortune of encountering locals, but all that had seen him had been drunk, sleep deprived, or otherwise discredited in seeing a five foot animal standing on two legs.

At two in the morning, his hooves hanging over the edge of a rooftop, Mika chitters to himself with amusement, and scrolls through information he’d pulled up on a stolen cellphone. His legs swing freely, lightly tapping against the wall of the house whos roof hes residing on, as the chimera becomes all-to absorbed in digging up interesting information on his temporary home. Lax from the calm air of nighttime, he forgets that he is more or less plainly visible to anyone who takes the time to look at the odd shape on the rooftop of a house.

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HEY MEW HERE INTRODUCING PIP !!  ────   a raging conspiracy theorist who can def prove aliens are real and that the moon landing was fake. he has to film or record every second of his life to make sure everything that’s happening is really happening .. he’s a bit weird and a bit of a loser  ; and that’s literally it really.  cryptids please interact.   //   if you wouldn’t mind writing with this fool then please give this a like or a reblog so i can waddle on over and give you a smooch .. ( or just a follow   …  the trigger warning for this blog is extremely high as he is horror based !!  )

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decibellum:

“It’d feel so good though, wouldn’t it?” A smile spread across Mic’s face, “Nothin’ like punchin’ someone who deserves it right in the baby maker. The harder the punch, or kick, the better. Even if it  doesn’t change anything, I still suggest it. They’ll get theirs eventually, I swear.”

It’s been a long time since Mika could last speak of his past while still smiling. The fact that this man, hardly more than a stranger, had managed that... It strikes a note of interest in his heart. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he nods, smile staying firmly in place. “A few of them already did get theirs, but I’ll keep my eyes out for anyone of them not wearing a cup. In your honor.” Another chuckle, this one softer, as he starts to relax. “You’re an interesting sort, you know.” 

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

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Venezuelan Crisis Awareness

(If you don’t have time to read through all this, just watch this video and see for yourself).

     You may not have heard about it, but Venezuela is currently going through a severe economical, political and social crisis. These are some of the factors that make life in this country a living hell:

Severe inflation

Extreme shortages of food, medicines and hygiene products

Limited/Controlled access to acquisition of the above

Crime rates

Police brutality

Media censorship

    This has all been enforced by the socialist government party, which has been in power since 1999 —yes, you heard it right. First, with Hugo Chávez Frías as a president, who while facing terminal cancer named his Minister of Foreign Affairs Nicolás Maduro as his successor in a very monarchic fashion.

    After Chávez’s death, Maduro won the presidential seat in 2013 in a sketchy election process (the National Electoral Council happens to be government controlled), which sparked a series of protests in 2014, as people were already exhausted after enduring the factors listed above for 15 years. These pacific protests were met with violent repression and arrests of hundreds of students who stood up against the government, some of them murdered.

    The uproar of the protests ultimately went cold but the tension and the crisis remained and intensified, until March of this year, when the government tried to dissolve the democratically elected National Assembly (head of legislative power) as most of its seats were won by the opposition party. This caused an uproar and protests immediately went back into motion. Adding that to the international criticism, the government ultimately backed down on their decision, but this wasn’t enough to stop the protests, as people were fed up with Maduro’s dictatorial ways.

    (Previously on 2016, the people had tried to exercise their constitutional right to a revocatory referendum, an election to remove Maduro as president as his administration had done nothing but sink Venezuela further into crisis, but once again the government controlled National Electoral Council put unconstitutional obstacles to delay and diminish the election, which is still being denied.)

    This new wave of protests has been going on nonstop since March. The results have been noticeably worse than back in 2014, with:

Over 120 murdered and many injured during protests

Over 4800 arbitrary arrests

Illegal use of fire arms against citizens

Abuse of power by military police forces, blatantly committing crimes like torturing (this needs a compilation on its own) and stealing.

Use of tear gas in residential areas where schools and hospitals are located.

Damage to private property, by shooting, burning and raiding residential areas.

Threatening and arresting journalists simply for recording what’s happening.

Government funded armed groups called “colectivos” killing innocent citizens.

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