#ofromulus

[belmcnt-blog1]

@ofromulus

     It seemed like yesterday since it all began. His search for the other Belmont. At least- the closest relative he has that still walked the earth today. ( Even if walking the earth meant frozen in place. )

       Though she wasn’t blood- she was still family. From the moment he picked up her journals that resided in the Belmont home. Letting them topple onto the floor , slipping from his grasp. To journeying long ways, getting information here, information there. Learning where she resided, who she was approached by, who she fought, and where her fate lied... To now. Swallowed by trees. Hugged in a tight mossy embrace. Her skin , clothing. Grey and solid. Sword half drawn on the statue that stood PROUDLY. Her coat was covered in wolf fur, and beneath it, scratched, but visible enough peeking out from under the coat, was the Belmont family crest.

     In his hand he held a potion. One that was promised to reverse such effects. He was eager- but at the same time. Hesitant. His hand should be shaking.. but he was still.. much like her. Blue eyes staring down this.. creation of Dracula.

                                and so. He threw it.

     The glass shattering above the statue upon impact with his morning star. The potion DRENCHING the statue like rain. His eyebrows ridden low. In waiting. Eyes never blinking

[offwrld]

“i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.”

          moral panic ?  to what is her definition to a claim such as this when she’s seen how this robot operates when presented with a moral issue ?  but morality is humanly stagnant and decaying faster than this island itself , and dread sees no quarrel with what he sees as wrong and right in the slightest.  he just is.  he just knows.

          “ how do you see something so nonexistent ? ” he questions , screen lit by internal LED system glowing harshly in the darkness.  dread can’t imagine what’s made her confront him here.  the rift beacon has already been activated.  “ you have different places to be besides here.  this is no longer any of your concern.  any of you. ”

[sancctumm]

"Ah. I'm sure I could take you." She grins, sly.

     “ I’ve defeated the seven. One of them far larger than you. ”

[hitline-a]

“ oh good, somethin’ else you can drive me crazy with. ”  

          it’s hot in los angeles ; a bit hotter than miami , but not quite because in california - it isn’t right to count the humidity if there isn’t any.  the air here is harder to breathe passage-wise , counting the dryness of sinus cavities after a while & the air in florida is harder to breathe lung-wise due to the moisture.  if anyone is as skilled as jacket , though , it’s easy to choke on nothing after a while anyway.  here under this umbrella on the outside of some small little local ice cream shop at the edge of town , though , the heat is a different story.

          and if he didn’t have his hand fist deep in a bag of fresh banana chips and have his cheeks packed full , he’d probably be upset.  although what she says makes him scowl , nothing can stop him from stuffing a few more pieces in and reaching to grab the tiny object from the table in front of him.  it has mickey mouse ears and a tiny switch on the side that when he flips it , a tiny fan made from foam paper comes on.  nothing better for an itchy trigger finger to press than the activation for a spurt of water to spray from bottle and right into her face.

[icefelled]

:// What’s a detail about either of your gals that you could gush about for days? :3c

aside from every detail ever? 

i could gush about penny’s heart forever. it’s so gentle and pure and she genuinely just wants to help everyone and has no concept of any lives being worth more than others. she’d rather allow herself to starve for days than let someone miss a meal. someone could try and hurt her and she would still patch them up and nurse them back to health. there are so many things she’s willing to do at her own expense just to HELP people. her empathy runs so deep and she could feel every ounce of pain someone else was feeling just from her heart aching. SHE’S JUST. so caring. i mean she also needs to learn how to stand up for herself and tough it out sometimes but. until then. 

for winter it’s all about being dangerous. i’ve bounced so many ideas back and forth in my head about the ballerinas and their training and i never talk about it because i never know??? how to correctly put down my thoughts. but it’s all about two big things: dexterity ( haha what is this d&d ) and withstanding immense amounts of pain. it’s about hitting faster, not harder. dodging hits, but being able to take them without reaction beyond what’s demanded by physics. developing a resistance to pain is without a doubt one of the top priorities - meaning winter can take hit after hit without flinching, and can move just as well if not better than john after receiving injuries. he had a similar upbringing, but the ballerinas must know pain on a more intimate level. 

[deadfirc-blog]

@ofromulus

     The smoke from his cigar floated into the air above him. Disappearing the moment before it hit the ceiling. He leaned back. Boots atop the table being shifted to a more comfortable position, the spurs breaking what silence lingered. Another puff. The thick smoke this time rising to hit his tipped hat, pouring over the rim in a smooth motion similar to liquid. 

     His chest risen. A heavy breath taken when his fingers came to flick his hat. Brown eyes scanning the somewhat empty bar. His mug sat empty. Causing the cowboy to kick his feet off and lift himself up. 

     “ ‘nother round, partner. ” The bar stool creaked upon taking his seat. A small coin being tossed into a tin holder. He took a quick glance at the other sitting next to him, then. A nod in greeting. She was big. Very. Big. But it hardly fazed him any. Not with the life he lives. “ Never seen you ‘roun here before. Ya new ? ”

[starburdened-blog]

🥝 !!

blog recommendations!! accepting. 

*fingerguns* @sakuraari  bless gi. they are so nice. asdfghjhgfdsdfgh. though, I honestly haven’t followed them that long? but I’m hooked oh my gosh?? I love ocs & ari is so cute I smile like a big goof every time either her or gi are on my dash!! plus I usually don’t see younger muses too often, which is a pleasant surprise amongst all the gods & op teenagers. anyway, both muse & mun are wholesome. they both have my stinkin’ heart. 

[jojoingjoseph]

:// What's your favorite thing about the mun? (for the munday meme ;v;)

MUNDAY FUNDAY! ASK ANYTHING ABOUT THE MUN. THE MUSE WILL ANSWER!

★“ He’s an Asshole that likes to write what makes him happy, it’s clear that he takes pride in it and thinks over on things for some time in relation to how well it could mesh with something else. Sometimes he doesn’t, ends up winging it, and it still works to an extent but overall I do like the way he sees me more for how I use my head more than my fists for things. How he puts up with writing all that jargon and making sure it’s coherent enough is beyond me but it adds that good touch to what I do, y’know? ”