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[roleplayingshoutouts]

Shoutout to seriously-smiling-inside who is the reason I made my Epic blog in the first place. It has been amazing RPing with them and their Ronin. I hope to have many RPs with them in the future as well!

[death-becomes-you]

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[annamore-the-cupid-blog]

Not the Normal Flowers

"Go for a walk, they said." The red haired woman groaned, rubbing her head gingerly as she looked about her, "It'll be fun, they said." 

She let go of her head and reached the hand out, pressing it against the solid root of a massive tree, tilting her head to look up, up, up, until she almost fell backwards. 

"Must have tripped harder than I thought." She frowned, attempting to will herself into believing that was truly the case. Without trying to think about it too much, she started walking, knowing there was nothing else to do. Maybe she'd come back out of whatever weird dream she was having, or run into someone that could tell her what happened.

As she walked she paused to watch a butterfly swoop by over head, bigger than any eagle. Stopped to admire the tiny little blue flowers that dotted the moss, seeing their delicate pattern in ways she never could before. And, at one point, she ran from a giant ant that had taken temporary notice in her before deviating back to the path it'd been following.

Just as she started to calm down a little, a familiar sound made her jump, high. Higher than any basketball player she was familiar with. She came back down on her butt to see an arrow imbedded on the bark of a tree before her. A tiny arrow. Slowly, she turned her head to look in the direction it came from, her eyes growing wide as she took in a small group of bug-like creatures, most of whom who were aiming weapons at her. She held her hands up in a classic form of surrender, although a massive sense of dread was filling her, now. "Hello..?"

Instead of answering, they swarmed her, grabbing her roughly, poking and chittering to themselves in a language she couldn't understand, before dragging her off deeper into the woods. "Help!" She yelled, although she doubted anyone would hear it, before being cuffed hard enough to make spots appear in her vision. I'm never going on a walk ever again!

[death-becomes-you]

I love you from your sticky fingers to your wiggly toes | (Closed rp)

seriously-smiling-inside

"Stop it!" The little girl screamed, pudgy feet slapping against the cold wooden floor.  "You stop!" Her twin brother jeered, chasing her around with a rubber snake.  "I swear, if you two get your father out of his room, I'll send you both to-" And Oleander was cut off and pulled from the show he was watching as he heard the familiar sound of the study door being opened. "Daddy! Daddy! Sean won't stop!" Nakia exclaimed, running to her father. 'Oh shit.' Oleander sighed and got up from his place on the couch. "Kids, come on. Your daddy's working." "I didn't do it!" Sean howled, still chasing after his twin sister with the rubber snake in his sausage fingers.

[death-becomes-you]

osixronin

How much I like it: actual cause of global warming | notp | don’t care | it’s okay | cute! | otp | MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDRENTHAT’S JUST CRUEL

"Their" song: Watered down - the Used Cut up angels - the Used

Who does more housework: Osiris would make Ronin do it all or have servants do it

What couple cosplay they should do: Out of cruelty a Roman general and Anubis ;) they would for sure have to hit up Oleander’s house for trick-or-treating like that.

Who cried watching Toy Story 3: Neither one of them

Who hogs the blankets at night: Osiris hates sleeping under the covers, unless it’s just the sheets. But I think the blankets are pretty well split.

What they fight about: Whenever Osiris’ hold seems to be slipping, he makes sure to cook up something to upset Ronin and twist him around his finger.

Who has more Facebook friends: Osiris would not allow Ronin to have a facebook without his control over it. So Osiris has more friends.

One headcanon about them: It’s not love for Osiris, but it is a wonderful way to kill Oleander. But when Oleander and Ronin meet back up old feelings are twisted back into Ronin’s guts and he knows something is off. It’s a highly abusive relationship too.

Okay, so let me explain how this could happen. Osiris would have warped Ronin’s mind and gotten a hold of him before Oleander even knew he was back in this plane. Osiris has this power to control and manipulate people so he would have used his power to make Ronin feel bad for him and “love” him. He would hang this right over Oleander’s head and it would kill Oleander. I could legit see Oleander just retracting into his tombs and kinda giving up on everything.seriously-smiling-inside 

[annamore-the-cupid-blog]

Accusers Don't Dance (Closed)

Annamore glanced over the city, her eyes narrow and her wings held up at an angle that clearly said don't touch me. She was used to people thinking that wings were an invitation to touch her, and that sure as hell wasn't the case. She had plenty of weapons on her person to help discourage them, of course.

She'd been abducted off of her home planet young. So young she didn't remember a thing about it. What she did remember was experiments, grafting the wings of alien creatures on her, and the agony, being given a number instead of her name. She vaguely remembered someone, a kind voice, before she was taken, calling her Annie, so once she'd gotten loose she'd taken to calling herself Annamore.

A noise from beside her called for her attention - her current partner in literal crime, a flowery humanoid that tended to get herself into trouble. She was tall, green, and a bit simple, called herself Groot. Actually, that was all she said. But she was excellent in a fight, so Annie rather enjoyed her company, especially since she'd never tried to hurt her. They were two misunderstood creatures trying to get by in a large, hateful galaxy.

"Groot. What are you doing with that?" She held her hand out for the computer system that the plant woman was holding. 

"I am Groot." Her companion complained even as she passed it over, before adding more seriously, "I am Groot."

"Oh really?" Annie raised an eyebrow at the screen, "Excellent. Thanks, bud." She tilted her head to scan the streets again, "There. Found him." She turned and pointed over her shoulder - the action would be less noticeable to someone already on edge, running from the law.

"Look at the bounty on him. And butt. Oh well, that's never stopped me before." She slid a weapon free, "Let's do this." Without qualm she spread her wings and jumped, flying towards her target.

The fight was fierce, and fun, and another person got involved - and then the law did, too. Without thinking, Annamore grabbed an orb that her target had dropped, and flew off before she could get caught, too. A glance over her shoulder showed the man and the woman who'd been fighting him over the orb both getting taken, but Groot had already vanished, and the cops were not used to catching people with organic wings.

When they met again back at her small ship, she smirked at Groot, "So, what do you think this is, and how much can we sell it for?"

"I am Groot."

It was going to be a long day.

[death-becomes-you]

"Well would you look at that. The Roman general. Alive and well. I'm surprised he found you, it only took him, what? Over three thousand years?" seriously-smiling-inside

[not-what-i-meant]

Taking Back (Gladiator AU with SeriouslySmilingInside)

  Finn marveled at the sheer size of the vast arena in front of him, a deep sorrow aching at the back of his heart because he knew he would have to fight for entertainment purposes. The shackles felt heavy on his hands as his gaze gradually fell to the ground. Soon, he and many others were led underneath the colossal structure into a maze of cells. They were all haphazardly shoved into separate cells, Finn being the last of them. The man that had been leading the group of slaves hissed at him.

  "You won't last long, as scrawny as you are, someone will use that beard to their advantage. Pull you to the ground and then spit your skull before you have a chance to retaliate, i'ld say. Ah well, it's not like anyone will miss you" And with that, he was off to taunt another one of the new captives.

  The young man just sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest Raggedy clothes way too big for his form hung loose at his shoulders revealing marks. He had been from one of the outlying towns, controlled by the big city. He rebelled against oppression and had scars to prove it, but none of that mattered now, because he failed.