Scattered Petals

Sintreri Palebloom ✜ Aurin Stalker ✜ Entity ✜ "If I'm too busy crying over my old planet, I won't be able to defend my new one. And I don't know if there are any others..." ✜ #sintreriart #muse musings #sin things

[thatonesinspace-blog]

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ:How friendly is your muse around new people?

Immensely so! Sin’s extroverted and optimistic demeanor can be so over the top sometimes that it can feel like conversing with a salesman, haha. Aurin, especially females, are often rather friendly and outgoing, and Sin is no exception. Even if she has no desire to socialize or dislikes the person involved, she’ll pretend that she’s having a blast (while probably also plotting a quick escape or way to embarrass said person). Her social behaviour could be called ‘aggressive’ and one on one conversations can easily and quickly become duels of flirting and wit as Sin feels out the other in order to gain the higher ground.

@breir-blueleaf

[thatonesinspace-blog]

(＃ﾟДﾟ)

Anger isn’t something Sin feels for long. If something initially makes her angry, it tends to quickly sour into less volatile and more deeply embedded emotions such as hurt or resentment. These emotions settle for a while and infrequently trigger brief episodes of anger which usually involve shouting and/or physical aggression when the subject that started the issue comes into play. Sin considers anger a dangerous emotion and prefers to keep hers in check by breaking it down to see why she feels angry. Unfortunately, this process is what leads to holding on to the more bitter emotions and also creates a lot of insecurity within her mind.

To give an example: Sin felt angry about the loss of her home planet and her family. She felt angry because she was powerless to stop them and because they took what was hers. Being powerless sowed the seeds of fear and doubt, losing what she loved sowed the seeds of loneliness and vengeance. The anger subsided, but these scars remained. When the Ravaging is mentioned, especially by Dominion, the anger returns.

@thewormwood

[thatonesinspace-blog]

oh gee that spring pack has a lot of stuff . -.

[thatonesinspace-blog]

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

[sintreriart-deactivated20210911]

i cut Sin’s beautiful hair

[wildstarshenanigans-blog]

think i have enough aurin?

[noodle2thedoodle]

hey lets play how hot is that character

hey lets play how hot is that character

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY

[over-the-linne]

FULL SPEED ON THE REGRET TRAIN.

[wyvernsdreams]

Your follower count is what Pokémon you are. What kind of Pokémon are you?

If your count is higher than 721, then divide by 2 until you reach the first number to land in the 1 - 721 range and round up!

I’m currently a Treecko.

[silenekitty]

I’m a Hippopotas

[just-syth]

79, that apparently makes me a Slowpoke! I’m okay with this.

[weavewitch]

142 on my main - Aerodactyl

159 here - Croconaw

[thatonesinspace-blog]

omg 25 - Pikachu

[vincit--qui-patitur-blog]

Put one (or more) of the symbols in my inbox and I’ll make a specific headcanon

■ - Violent headcanon ♦ - Cute headcanon ✿ - Happy headcanon ● - Sad headcanon ♠ - Painful headcanon ♥ - Love headcanon ♡ - Sex headcanon ☆ - Appearence headcanon ♒ - Family headcanon ☮ - Friendship headcanon ▼ - Childhood headcanon ∇ - Old age headcanon ☄ - Food headcanon ★ - Education headcanon

[askanaurin]

Oooooo

[thatonesinspace-blog]

Uncommon OC questions!

1. A little-known talent of your OC?

2. What trait does your OC like best about themself? (Eyes, guitar skills, random bird facts, etc)

3. How many pillows does your OC sleep with?

4. Is your OC good at keeping secrets?

5. Your OC's worst habit?

6. Does your OC prefer tennis shoes/sneakers or flip flops?

7. What is your OC's opinion on body modifications?

8. Your OC is given a full-ride scholarship to any college they could want to go to. Where do they go and what do they major in?

9. What chore does your OC hate the most?

10. Would your OC prefer to live in the city, the suburbs, or the country?

11. Is your OC a blanket hog?

12. Would your OC play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?

13. Does your OC have a widow 's peak?

14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your OC want?

15. Something that grosses your OC out?

16. Your OC is suddenly on an adventure! Where do they go and what do they do?

17. Is there a real person that looks like your OC?

18. Something that makes your OC laugh without fail?

19. Something that makes your OC cry without fail?

20. A obscure/ridiculous fear your OC has?

21. Does your OC have any type of disability, whether it be mental, physical, etc?

22. Does your OC get frustrated when people forget to close the door behind themselves?

23. What is your OC's first memory?

24. Something you like that your OC would hate?

25. Your OC is going into battle/on a mission! What song is their anthem?

26. Does your OC have good or bad posture?

27. Most despicable thing your OC has ever done?

28. Is your OC a conspiracy theorist?

29. Someone does something awful in front of your OC. How do they handle it?

30. What is your OC's favorite drink?

31. Does your OC prefer to sleep in a warm or cool area?

32. Would your OC like you if they met you?

33. A song that reminds you of your OC?

34. Is your OC a nail biter?

35. What is your OC's favorite quote?

36. Your OC's favorite fashion era? (20's, 70's, etc)

37. Does your OC get excited when they get mail?

38. Random thunderstorm! How does your OC react?

39. A strange talent of your OC?

40. Assuming your OC doesn't have them already, what superpower would they want? If they do already, would they change it, keep it, or get rid of it?

41. Does your OC like/make puns?

42. What kind of shampoo does your OC use?

43. Your OC wakes up with a coin super glued to their forehead. How do they react?

44. Can your OC sleep if there's any kind of light?

45. What kind of self-esteem does your OC have?

46. A word that your OC can't stand?

47. Does your OC fold their clothes, hang them up, or just leave them in the basket/dryer?

48. Would society call your OC a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?

49. Your OC's most prized possession?

50. What is your OC's happy place?

[sintreriart-deactivated20210911]

this wasn’t supposed to work but it did

i dunno what happened

[thatonesinspace-blog]

“Oh my stars, Dare - that one is perfect! Let’s upload it by itself then take summore.”

[deactivated-blog]

Side Effects May Include...

She knew something was off as soon as she entered the front room. It was a strange presence in the air, a subtle scent that faded every time she almost identified it. It was like rubber or metal, but light and edged with something akin to cologne. Each time the scent resurfaced it was something different, but always subtle, always fleeting.

Her tall ears swiveled and twitched, alert for odd sounds as well. She thought she caught one, but couldn’t be sure. The icebox hummed incessantly in the corner. A scaled down holoreplica generator buzzed and flickered occasionally, its batteries requiring replacements soon.

The tuckered scientist dropped her pack on the table with a thud, unchecked impact causing a few boxes of mixed components to rattle. A gloved hand rubbed hard at heavy eyes, then pinched the bridge of a button nose.

“Ya need to relax, Sin.” She chuckled to herself and shook her head.

// – Have a Wildstar nightmare sequence. This was originally gonna be non-canon smut, but it got away from me and became a canon nightmare. I think there’s a brief RP log of her waking up afterward somewhere. I’ll dig it up and post it shortly.

KEYWORDS aurin, mechari, nightmare, drugs, immobilization, electric shock, blood, predator and prey, revenge, torture (psychological and physical), begging, sadism

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Wake Up Call

Atellus sipped his beer, sitting on the stairs to his front door. With the sound of metal on metal and a pair of high pitched beeps, he watched his bruiser bot and artillery bot playing, though the latter didn’t seem to enjoy being pounced upon. He chuckled, shaking his head and pulling out his datachron.

Not for the first time, he contemplated about contacting that ridiculous blue aurin. Their post-party encounter a few weeks ago was rather awkward, sure. Yet he had to admit she was enjoyable company, something he was short on.

This absolutely had nothing to do with the fact he’d seen her naked on multiple occasions. Absolutely not. That’s preposterous. He definitely wasn’t blushing in the slightest bit when he hit the button to initiate a call.

// – Wildstar RP log following this piece of garbage.

KEYWORDS drug mention, injury mention, nightmare, cassian, exile, human, aurin, mechari, vomiting, awkward phone call, sex mention, terrible humor, no really these two suck at communication

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[thatonesinspace-blog]

✒︎✒︎

✒︎ Sin has variety of tools for removing her own shed fur from her household items and furniture including a steady supply of lint-rollers, a handheld vacuum, rubber brushes, and a rubber broom-squeegee a Protostar infomercial convinced her to buy

✒︎ Her favorite shoes are gogo boots, especially in white

@rigenadriftwooduniverse

[deactivated-blog]

Something Worth Fighting For

“Nexus is our home now, they say. Nexus will never be Arboria. I think that’s what everyone wants, but that’s not what they mean when they say that. Nexus isn’t supposed to be Arboria. Nexus is Nexus. But it can still be home.

Still, Nexus, and the Exiles, and this war… it won’t bring Arboria back. It won’t bring my parents back. And some days I wonder what I’m fighting for if I won’t ever get back what I lost, and I’m too afraid to get close to others ‘cause I don’t ever wanna feel that kind of loss again.”

The granok rests a heavy hand on the aurin’s shoulder and offers as gentle a smile as a stony face can.

“That loss you feel, kid, the reason to fight’s there. Would you want anyone else to feel that way?”

Sin shook her head.

“And that’s why ya fight. Fight to defend the lives of families. Fight so they ain’t ever gotta feel that. Fight for future generations bein’ born and growin’ up right now on Nexus, the only home they’ve ever known. Fight so you ain’t ever gotta sit here like I am right now an’ see a pretty little girl cry because of some frackin’ self-entitled Dommies.”

[fuforthought]

[thatonesinspace-blog]

Elkhan sits at a bar, glancing over. "So, tell me about yerself?"

Sintreri looks up from what appears to be a game of match-three on the small tablet propped up in one hand. Her thumb swiped a match she’d planned before looking away, the application playing a series of unoriginal sounds as the pieces vanished and others fell to allow several more random pieces to match up and do the same.

She spoke over the game praising her “Sweet” move, “I’m about to totally lose level 357 in Sweet Smash again and I’m out of lives. You play?”

[elkhan-albright]

“Not yet? What’s it about? And what do ya like about it?” He asks.

[thatonesinspace-blog]

She gives an noncommittal shrug and glances at the screen to make another move, the last and which isn’t enough to complete the level. A sad, but cutely animated chompacabra pops up and offers a a deal of 10 virtual currency specific to the game to get 5 extra moves. Sin ignores it and forfeits the level.

“You just match up the snack pieces and try to complete whatever the objective of the level is. I’ve got the newer Sweet Smash: Cavity Crunch, but it’s not as fun, so I went back to this one.”

She scoots closer, bracing herself on the tall stool with a leg wrapped around a metal support. Tilting the phone so he can see, she indicated the restarted level with her index finger. “In this level ya gotta match up enough pieces of cake to make four cakes. Every three pieces makes a slice and every five slices makes makes a cake. Ya get 30 moves, which really ain’t a lot when you consider the danged icing ya have to break in order to make room for more matches and to unlock the chompas which will eat all of any snack type you swap it with.”

Her shoulders shake with a chuckle. “But you don’t have to play if ya don’t wanna. I just need more lives. The game’s property of Protostar, some subdivision for mobile games called Venture, they have a whole series of games, but none are as good as Sweet Smash. If you have a Protostar mobile market account I can add your username. If not don’t worry about it.” She chuckles again and swipes another move.

[elkhan-albright]

“Um, a ‘Protostar mobile account’?  Not yet, but how about you tell me more ‘bout yourself while I sign up for one?  Or are ya secretly undercover as a passionate gamer?” Elk would ask with a smirk, as he begins typing in his info on his slightly-older but ruggedized datachron.

[thatonesinspace-blog]

A finger hovered over the glowing screen in hesitation. As she closed the game and typed a sequence that locked the device, a smile tugged at her mouth. She lay it down and rested her elbow on it, propping her chin with that hand.

“Hardly.” She assured him, tail swishing to wrap around the legs of the stool. The tip twitched periodically. “Well..” She kept her silvery eyes on him as he typed. “what would you like to know~?”

[elkhan-albright]

Pausing his asking while he concentrates on entering his bank account number for the Protostar app, Elk glances up, asking “Well, everything?  What’s your name?  What do ya do for a livin’?  Favorite kind of tea?  Do you happen to have a passion for hot cocoa?  How good are you at the World of Slum Fighter Online game?  Or have ya played that one?”

[thatonesinspace-blog]

“Woah woah, slow down. Am I meeting a guy in a bar or being interrogated by an ICI agent?” She flashes a toothy smirk, then shakes her head in case he actually tries to answer. “How about you take some guesses and I’ll let you know if you’re wrong or right? I’ll start you off with my name; you can call me Sin.”

Her tail unravels and wraps around the stool legs the opposite way as she retrieves her tablet from under her protective elbow. She thumbs through the game’s simple interface to reach the social window. “Username?” She inquires, undeterred.