A commission I did for my dear friend over at @munichsbluedevil of their muses!

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A commission I did for my dear friend over at @munichsbluedevil of their muses!
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Send “🐑” for my character to state a nickname they have for yours / make one up on the spot.
“Kleinen.”
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✮ Do you think you’ve improvedas a writer through roleplaying?
Actually yes. From when I first started to know I have learned (and still learning to be honest) how to better get into character as I write them, develop their personality and quirks better. Not to mention it has helped me some of my general weak points in my writing as a whole. Still got a lot to improve on but roleplaying is certainly helping with that.
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♥ - What’s the absolute best experienceyou’ve had in RP?
//My absolute best experience? Hm…. Probably an RP I had on another site, 3+ years of on-and-off RPing with a close friend who shared a mutual love for a niche fandom. There was never any pressure to hurry with replies, never any judgement for a little a lot self-indulgence in the roleplay.
Things just came so easily for it, and we always seemed to be on the same page. The RP was pretty much always interesting, and we took it at an easy pace. Our RP has since ended, but I still like to go back and read it from time to time and remember all the fun we had.
"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to congratulate you. You held your own in the danger room!" A big grin, fangs being shown off as he did so.
“ haha — Oh you know —- it was nothing. I guess I’m getting the hang of it. I mean — we use to do drills like that all the time but our’s weren’t as intense. Thank you AGAIN, I wasn’t expecting this.”
Teleports right in front of him. "Beast Boy!! Look!" He held out a little plastic container with a cake slice inside. "Here! I got it from a vegan bakery. It took a LOT to find it. But I thought you might like it." A smile.
“ AHHHH !!! —- hnnn” His spirit nearly lift his entire body — he was most definitely NOT use to having someone around who had the ability to do that. After blinking a couple times and gaining back sanity to then straighten himself out and brush off the wrinkles from his black shirt.
“ DUDE! don’t scare me like tha —-” BB shrieked, voice slightly cracking with a sudden turn for the best. Ears twitched while he perked up at the sight of the cake slice. ( – it being VEGAN made it ten times more better than any piece of regular cake would. ) “ —- WHOA! you didn’t have to.”
"Hey. Do you want to go and get a coffee? I know a place that has vegan pastries."
“ Seriously? -- I am all in dude. I haven’t really sat down and enjoyed ANY kind of drink in a long time.” Thinking about it --- he didn’t RECALL any coffee place that had vegan specials so he’ll mostly HAVE to take note as to where this particular place is located so it could be his go to spot in the future.
Unwanted creature
starter with @munichsbluedevil
"Take it inside and leave it. Just as we discussed," a deep and commanding voice says quietly in the night air.
There is a meek, almost whimpering sound before a car door opens. There is a light for a moment, enough to reveal that the person leaving is a woman with something bundled in her arms. She hurries to the large building, knowing better than to keep the man waiting. She only hesitates for a moment before pushing the large door open and slipping inside.
She gasps once inside, seeing the state of the place. This is not a currently used building! It doesn't look like anyone has used the space in years! She almost retreats, thinking of informing the man of this and asking to seek out another location. But as the bundle shifts in her arms, she knows there is no point. It has to be here.
So the woman walks further into the room, seeing a raised platform. It is here she lays her burden down, frowning as it moves more. She strokes the hidden face, her finger tangling for a moment in short curly hair. "Forgive me," she whispers quietly as it's large eyes open. There is a smile when it recognizes the face. A smile that fades as the woman stands up and rushes out of the building.
The clicking of her heels echoes in the space and the closing of the door sounds like a cannon going off, scaring the small thing wrapped in blankets. It tries to wiggle free of the blankets it is wrapped so tightly in before becoming frustrated and begins to cry even as it managed to free only one of it's arms. It needed help. Help from the faces. They would make things right, calm what emotions he is still learning of. He needed them. So he cries and stretches his freed arm out into the darkness.