#epilcgue

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Anonymous said: 👌 + @epilcgue​'s flynn blazkowicz?

Was she now using a pair scissors to cut a piece of paper up while trying to say, “rip and tear” as seriously as possible? Yes, yes, she was. 

Though, the impression did fall by the wayside due to the huge smile that was creeping onto her face because of how much fun she was having.

[through-worlds-and-time]

@epilcgue​

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Gaster couldn’t help but lean in close to this strange fellow, a disembodied hand gently grasping the other’s chin and lifting it up so that he could examine them more closely, his dark sockets twinkling with sheer curiosity.

“How...interesting. You have the exact same appearance as a typical Human, and yet..your SOUL indicates you are not. But you are not a Monster, either. Just what exactly are you?”

[cloakedinfall-a]

*throws my url at you aggressively*

Do I Follow Them?:  Definitely

Why Did I Follow Them?: I actually do not for the life of me remember, but I am so fucking glad I did

Do We Role Play?:  Yes, on here, on discord just yes

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: At every available opportunity. The second you have the energy throw artyom at me.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Flynn and Sid Where Flynn is the kid just figuring out what he is (Like he goes through a lot of the defining stuff as a kid, god machine and all) And sid is the qualified adult trying to keep him safe. {You know after torturing him}

A Song For Our Muses: Mad World By Unsecret

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I refrain from comment

What I Think About The Mun: Ken Need to move their ass out west. Right now.

Overall Opinion: One of my favourite people on this hell site period

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[phd-in-horrible]

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“A pity, that you can’t see the truth. I suppose... you’ll have to burn for it.”

(( God, I hate to admit it, but RWBY is one of my guilty pleasures. The show is... something, but I always latch on to the “old ancient beings that hold deep grudges,” and Salem is no different. I absolutely adored her story with Ozma in volume six, and the tragedy is always something I can get behind. Especially the bitterness. 

The way RWBY currently portrays her is kind of... one dimensional? So I think my portrayal would be a bit canon divergent. Still Salem in all of her evil, evil glory, but with some better nuances and such that could make playing her more enjoyable! Now as for why I didn’t say Ozpin instead... well, there are already some lovely Ozpin players out there, and I thought Salem could use a little of the love, haha. I also... may or may not have written a fic for her a few years ago, but read at your own risk I suppose? ))

[catcodemon]

can i ask uhhhhh all of the fluff questions

ok for slayer and vega

1. What are things they both find funny?

the will both laugh their asses off at inky hassling hayden

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

local man declares his AI lover “he’s a cool guy”. vega waxes poetry and is really sappy.  “Stronger than any other, yet softer than one could imagine.” he doesn’t even care if its cringe

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

slayer would say vega is very caring and thoughtful. vega would say the slayer is very strong-willed and determined

4. What would be their ship name?

ain’t it doomvega

5. What activities do they enjoy together?

slayer likes reading with vega and inky curled up with him so they’re all one big warm mass. vega likes tinkering with things with the others’ company with him

6. What is/are their love language(s)?

slayer is very touchy-feely: he’ll hug a lot, hold vega a lot, just drape his arms round his shoulders, all the stuff like that. vega likes to give little things to show his affection

7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them. 

The Slayer’s arms are otherwise occupied, leaving him to Vega’s whim. He approaches swiftly, closing in on the Slayer before the man could even think about setting down his precious cargo. Inky chitters at him just before he reaches to wrap his arms around the man’s thick neck, keeping Inky in mind so as to not squish her.

 “You’re a fool, you know that?” Vega scolds sarcastically. He tucks his chin into the crook of the marine’s neck, content to stand with him for a while. Inky quickly objects, wriggling in the Slayer’s arms. Slayer loosens his arms, allowing her to scrabble up onto his broad shoulder to perch. His arms, in turn, wrap around Vega’s own slender body. After a moment, Vega pulls back, looking into piercing eyes. The Slayer locks his gaze with Vega’s, relaxed and content. 

Now’s his chance.

Swiftly, he untucks from his spot, straightening his struts to stand taller than the other. The Slayer has to look up slightly at him now, he notices.  He tilts his head quizzically at Vega’s actions. Inky leans forward to sniff his faceplates, almost losing her balance, keeping her spot only thanks to the Slayer’s quick reflexes.

Leaning in, careful to calculate proximity so he doesn’t ruin the moment and completely knock heads with the Slayer, he acts. Gently, his faceplates touch against the Slayer’s forehead, just beneath ruffled bangs. He holds his spot for a pause to let the gesture sink in. When he finally does pull back, the Slayer’s face is awestruck.

“I believe my turn for initiating one of these kisses was due,” he purrs. “So, I did.”

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

slayer wasn’t impressed at first--another UAC program that probably just follows hayden’s orders blindly. later he learns that vega didn’t really agree with hayden but had no choice. vega always thought highly of the slayer tho, and wasn’t disapppointed

[cloakedinfall-a]

🌹 = my opinion on your character, 🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve, 🍁 = my opinion on multimuse blogs

You have breathed so much life into the characters you play. Each and everyone of them have a lifelike quality separate to their source that you've slipped in and I love it.

My biggest pey peeve to be honest is lack of communication. Like trying to set up a thread and getting ghosted. Or sending in asks and getting nothing in return. Especially if they dont just softblock you. I haven't had to deal with it here but I did in a few old fandoms.

I used to feel worried that they couldnt do multiple characters well on a single blog. But You and charger and abraxas have changed my opinion so much. The three of you have been basically the most fun I've had on this blog so far and I am so glad I've met y'all.

[cloakedinfall-a]

broken bone(s)

Sid had experienced broken bones before. The sudden snap and the immediate pain flooding up his arm or leg. Normally he welcomed the healing warmth of the cloak, the feeling of everything setting back together. But at this moment, sobbing and begging through the tape round wound his mouth, the mage wished it would just stop.

He begs, near screaming as flynn once again comes closer with that vice. He'd lost track of how many times it had been used. First came the fitting, as the doom slayer positioned it, attaching the chair and the mages arm. Next came the struggle, sid pulling and yanking and the bonds keeping his arm still. Next and finally came the slow build up.

One twist, tightness. Two twists, discomfort. Three twists, pain. Four twists, torment. Five twists, agony. And finally the sixth twist, a loud crack and muffled screaming echoing about in the dark room. Followed as always by the muffled begging and crying.

[cloakedinfall-a]

@epilcgue

There were very few times that leaving a world was bittersweet. In most cases the mage couldn’t leave onto the next world fast enough for his tastes. But after the few months he’d been in Flynn’s world and learned about the slayer, he couldn’t say he wasn’t going to miss him. The man had even come to say goodbye. After their quick hugs and a few vague talkings of seeing if he could ever find a way back to this world the mage began his ritual to take him to the next world.

The insignia leaves his hand, glowing bright with that eldritch indigo energy. It spins in the air, and right before the flash that would whisk him off Sid gives a last weak smile to Flynn, maybe a tear or two falling out of his single eye. But flynn probably would never get to find out, a flash and the mage is gone from that world and onto the next.

This new one almost kills sid right off the bat, the mage appearing in mid air, high above the ground above the ruins of a skyscraper. Panicking, the mage using the cloak and the rift arcana to try and control his descent, still hitting the ground hard enough that his bones ached and he ends up yelling out in pain.

He stays like this, crouching on the ground long enough for the cloak to heal up the micro fractures in his bones. He had learned long ago in the air portion of the trials that allowing those to go unhealed always came back to bite him. However he’s not sure how long he can stay immobile, he can hear the bootsteps in the rubble, ever so slightly. Either someone some ways off, or someone very close and trying to sneak.

Sidereal doesn’t move, letting whomever it is get closer. The dagger of obsidian hiding under his cloak, ready to kill if need be. It wouldn’t be until whoever it was was within a few meters that the mage reacts, jumping from his position and landing closer, ready to either hold his ground or slash into the interloper.