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Starters!! Come one, come all!!
like this, send an ask, or reply with your character/blog name (followed by me or not) and I’ll make a starter for you based on one of my old memes!
I might even use some in my drafts, idk, but I’ll always link! Speaking of, here’s a link to my starters tag
Golden Arse
@finedwarvencadash Standing in the hall with the light scattering through tinted windows, the gilded throne literally blinded half the people mulling about. Granted, most of the people who weren’t about working where the sorts that deserved to be glitter-blinded for lazing about, but still-- Anthracite considered the new statue sent from Orlais. She had to crane her head nearly backwards to see the new Inquisitor’s face gilded in gold, every detail of her fine beard and facial features cast in determined gung-ho artistry. They even carved her standing on a rock, pointing to some random distant thing, looking somehow grim and triumphant. “I dunno...” Anthracite finally admitted reluctantly. She reached up to rub her own whiskerless face. Not that Anthracite shaved, the half-breed just didn’t grow anything worthy of her Orzammar cousins. If the new Inquisitor was worried Anthracite was going to say it was too gaudy or twoo much-- “They coulda at least used precious gems fer yer eyes. I mean, they already went all out with makin’ yer arse gold.”
Starter Call
“Gotta win a bet. Would you say I’m popular?”
(This is a starter call c: like, reply, reblog to show you want to rp with my disaster robo fucker. First timers more than welcome!)
Some days are just harder than others. It’s harder to put on your usual facade that everything’s fine and nothing hurts. These days he can understand why Hank doesn’t show up to work, or, if he does, he’s shitfaced. Honestly, it’s tempting to just fill his coffee cup with vodka or something just to ease a little bit of what he’s going through, but nah.
He lays his head down on his desk, honestly he’s not even sure how he got to work safely in the first place and is vaguely disappointed that he did. Maybe if he just wishes really hard, the world will stop existing? So that’s what he does with his head on his desk. He wishes that nothing existed anymore.
To most people, the holidays are a time of cheer, fun, and generally happy, warm feelings. Not to a police officer. The so called “happiest season” of the year is generally when people show their worst sides. Androids suddenly becoming self aware has just made the season just that much more unbearable for poor Gavin. He can’t help but a snort thinking of a particular case of how an android left a very gruesome under the tree for their former “abusers”. Think... Stuffed animals, but more on the taxidermy side.
Okay, that’s actually pretty fucking funny to Gavin, but like hell he’d ever admit to finding an android’s petty revenge funny. Besides, those “stuffed animals” really fucking stunk and he had to drag them back to the precinct as evidence.
It’s been a really tiring day, and it shows in the way his shoulders sag after finally... FINALLY getting his first coffee of the day... at around 3:30pm. “Fuck, is it this late already?” He tsks to himself and tries to ignore the world and melt into his cocoa saturated coffee. Why can’t people- and androids- be more pleasant...? like... well... cocoa coffee.
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Heyio~!
As ya may know, this is the side blog of nyrdieotaku and artcaviar.
We will post about our OCs here. I’m making this post to intoduce some of our OCs as of now.
Along the way- closed
Everyda felt the same for him, his condition and weak state of mind and body pt the Jaeger household in check. This diseases on his genes had put a strain on him as well on his parents. It didn´t manifesed until he was 5 years old. Degeneration on his tissue and muscles. Hs parents gave him the bst treatment, but tht would not be enough. The idea to conceive again and bring anoher child like Eren was out of the question.
But adoption, that was a better option. Taking undr their wing the only child of the Ackerman. Clos friends in business and life, the Jager ook this hance to repa a favor their friends but also set the family straight.
Growing up with a sister was bliss for Eren, just a year older, but enough to be his friend. He grew close and quite attached in the earl days, but as they grew up Eren beae more aware of his surroundings. His condition and what was arround him. Mikasa still as loving as Ever, was slowly pushed away from Eren.
But it became more than clear the year she was gone. Eren stared through the window of his room. Leaning on a can he sighed softly, he could no longer keep his own balance. His condition had worsned with the ears, but at least the coud keep it at bay.
He saw Mikasa getting down of the vehicle, and he smiled, it was nic to have her back. The second she got out he saw Grisha and Carla rushing to welcome her. A reminder of ho the pat ear f Mikasa studng abroad had an effct on Eren. The barely paid atention to him besides the fored and usual onversations when he got sick. He waited until Mikasa and his parents were back inside and making a slow walkou of his room he smiled at his sister.
“Welcome home Mikasa.. you were missed”-a faint smil, a mix between o and biterness was hiding behind those eyes.
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