#arrakiiis

[veiliisms]

yo yo yo, how did you come up w/ your muses? :0

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOYYYYYYY i hope u got time bc this is a TALE my dude

once upon a time i made a shitty oc. terrible oc. like, cringe central. but he was my first oc! his name was alex kazama and i loved him, my little angsty, edgy genetically enhanced soldier.

i stopped rp’ing as alex on the forum i used (for over five years) and eventually made the switch to ff, then here on tumblr. i decided to split the personalities of alex into more separate, believeable entities.

renji got alex’s compassion, kindness, empathy, but also the emotional trauma and issues. i wanted one of them to truly experience loss - to have been so low so they can truly appreciate the ups. originally, these were all rwby oc’s, save for rimu, so i was able to say grimm ate mah parents for renny boy.

afton got the not-so-nice traits. the anger, the bloodlust, the resentment towards humanity and the pessimism.

but when i made the switch to fandomless? that’s when i got creative.

i wanted them to be close. i wanted something closeknit, something tight, something where one played off the other. i wanted to write something like… i dunno - i really liked playing two-player games with my brother - this analogy is gonna sound silly. i liked the cameraderie i had with him, the working together, the helping each other when one of us couldn’t do something.

i wanted that. but i wanted to write it.

renji and afton need each other, and i wanted to explore the healthy - and unhealthy - dynamics of that kind of relationship. i wanted afton to be someone who had this exterior of tough as nails, untrusting, willing to kill at a moments notice but doing it out of fear - fear of losing the one good thing in his life, the one thing he felt responsible for.

and i wanted renji to explore freedom, life and what it had to offer, even though he was plagued with terrible emotional and mental trauma. i wanted renji to still see the light in life, see the things that afton couldn’t and help him see that, even if he is a stubborn brat sometimes.

i wanted to write about these two young men who felt real, who felt important to someone, who felt like they needed to help and protect each other no matter the cost.

i wanted to write about family.

[gidxe]

@arrakiiis​ cont. from here!

He had been in his studio working when the power had went out. It had startled him when everything suddenly went pitched black. He never had a blackout in his studio before and even though he was angry that he didn’t get to save the music composition he was working on, he had to see what was going on. But, he was left with a bad feeling as if something was telling him that there was danger up ahead. He knows what has been going on lately. He’s very aware. There was a sickness going around and there really hasn’t been any sort of action being taken place. All he knew was that they were to remain calm and report whatever may look suspicious. Even just that made him hesitant if this sickness was going to become something larger than it should. 

Then, he thought about his mate and wondered if they were in the same dilemma as him with this blackout. He knows that the both of them had talked about the sickness that has been going around, but it didn’t help the both of them didn’t know what would happen if they managed to catch it. It wasn’t easy for the both of them to get sick like humans, but still it was a possibility they could. But, he knows this blackout isn’t normal at all. If he knew something like this was going to happen, he’d rather stay home with his mate.

His studio door was currently locked and he could hear screams from outside. He didn’t know what was going on, but it wasn’t something good. He carefully opens his studio’s door and what he sees is total chaos. Everything in the building was a mess and were those bodies on the ground? Right away he knew he had to get away from this building and find a safe place to go. He could see a person standing there as if they were lifeless and he could hear noises come out from them every now and then as if they weren’t human. He knew this was bad. He could hide in his studio and lock the door until he comes up with a plan, but how long could he stay in there and hope no one breaks in? He needs a plan of how to get out of here without getting harmed. He could only think and wonder what Arrakis was doing now. Was he safe? He’s hoping that his mate was. 

He starts backing away from the sight and curses when he accidentally bumped an object onto the ground and sees that the person was now looking at him. It took Cheol a moment to realize that person wasn’t a human being anymore. They were a zombie. And they were probably looking at him as if he was food. He wished he had stayed home now and listened to Arrakis. “Shit,” he cursed. The moment he sees the zombie rushing to him Cheol immediately rushes back into his studio and locks the door. For now he was safe, but he has no idea how many zombies were out there in the building and he can’t be careless either.

[mujehan-a]

@arrakiiis ♥’d | ft. ARCHER

--- “so i know there are laws surrounding firearms but is there against archery equipment? because i really want to shoot someone.”

[diirtae-blog]

@arrakiiis ♥’d this for a starter.

     ❝ we gotta MOVE again, arrakis. ❞

[xradiationed]

" Your eyes! " The shapeshifter exclaims, Arrakis may or may not have been rummaging in the ally dumpsters, he wasn't a bad guy at all but the man in front of him may as well thought he may have been. With the shapeshifters decorative scales on his arms and face, along with sharp talons, he looks a lot like some scaley supervillain. In reality, he's like a 20-something homeless guy really, really interested in the other man's eyes. " That's so cool! I've never seen anything like it!"

Ⓧ - ( @arrakiiis​ !! )

    Oh – He wasn’t expecting there to be someone in the dumpster. He hasn’t even seen Dragonface do that in awhile, && the kid had a tendency of sticking his nose in places where it really didn’t belong. Dumpsters included. So he startles – jumps backwards && clutches the trash bag he was taking out close to his chest as if it could in anyway protect him. 

    He would be angry for being SPOOKED, but there’s no chance for irritation to flare. Not with such an earnest compliment. Warmth blossoms inside of his chest. He’s gotten some stares, but he isn’t certain anyone’s reacted to his eyes like this before. He blinks once, as if on cue, before tilting his head to the side. ❝  Seriously, man ? You’ve got SCALES ! They’re fucking pretty sweet ! I’d definitely trade you my eyes for them instead. I’m the worst person to go to a movie with since my eyes like..Fucking glow and shit.  ❞

    A pause, && he sets his trash down. ❝  Name’s X-Ray ! Can I..Ask what you’re doing in the dumpster ? You gave me a damn heart attack.  ❞

[shebeasts]

@arrakiiis  ›› starter call.

scarf  had  been  tucked  directly  below  her  nose,  every  exhale  causing  mist  to  expel.  an  action  that  reminded  her  of  something  similar  to  a  dragon   ——   which  had  summoned  an  urge  to  see  someone.  someone  that  she  hadn’t  seen  in  what  felt  like  ages.  her  steps  had  been  well  placed  (   as  well  placed  as  one  could  be  when  it  came  to  him   )  and  with  a  packed  ball  of  snow  in  hand,  it  had  been  hurled  in  his  direction.  what  a  way  to  say  hello  !

[asfaulted-archived]

    ❛  the fuck you looking at? get the fuck outta here, shitface.  ❜    

@arrakiiis // starter call 

[killyouhimself-a-blog]

⭐️ : What's your muse's one wish?

MEME.

when he was younger, he had a lot of wishes like;  1.)  he wished he wasn’t deformed like he was.  2.)  he wished that he knew how to swim.  3.)  he wished he had friends.  but how things have gone so far, with him being resurrected multiple times and killing everyone he’s killed, he doesn’t have any wish at all.