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im also gonna be over here now @deformite !!
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i.. caved in
im also gonna be over here now @deformite !!
hi… follow my gay ass over here @auranir
hi… follow my gay ass over here @auranir
hi... follow my gay ass over here @auranir
lmao i forgot this blog existed for a second, i’ve been too busy with class and playing ffxi.v
if yall dont think that drastor straps bags and satchels and pouches to his tail like THIS ONE POST then yall need to rethink
honestly i grant yall’s muses permission to punch drastor in the face because he honestly deserves it
001. AESTHETICS. — miscellaneous.
hi here’s a STARTER CALL.
hi here’s a STARTER CALL.
give drastor...... a bf / gf..............
The birds fled from me, and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
“ SOUNDS PRETTY DESPRESSING IF you ask me. ” spoken with utmost care ( meaning: no care ). smoldering eyes looking out from corners — embers and fire and brimstone — white teeth jutting out from lip, corner a cheeky upturn — ivory and clean and so very sharp — and crooked nose with flaring nostrils — humor found and guised poorly. pointed chin placed in hollow palm, sinking in like BAD fitting puzzle piece, and fingers curled on face, nails grazing own ruby cheeks.
“ doesn’t it? ‘ night swamped me with its crushing invasion ’. sounds like something someone who read BOOKS would say. you read books? ” perhaps a mere observation ( a rude one, dear boy, where’s your manners? ) but an observation nonetheless, mindless and out of his mouth before he even knew what he was talking about. ack! but so it much be, for he never quite learned when enough was enough ( and he never was told when he was supposed to STOP ).
absentminded tap of foot on flooring, tail bobbing up and down in TANDEM with the self - made beat, and then he blew air out of his mouth in a huff and lifted his chin out from hand. many a fool had made friends with he and then he left them to the dust, and many a poem or two had he read from stolen page before it was discarded like the aforementioned; but those poems were easier, lighter, held less brooding and more whimsicality, and ironic twist considering the SLUMS of the city were the opposite of whimsical ( maybe it was for the better ).
“ come on now, don’t be shy. no shame in being a BOOKWORM. ”
love poems & a song of desperation / accepting.
one thing to know about drastor is that he will literally wear ... anything even if it is highly unconventional. like he just doesn’t care about what clothing he wears and i think that’s beautiful
a few doodles of drastor in a real cute dress
yall ever just draw something completely and utterly self - indulgent
001. ABOUT — DRASTOR KNOWS HOW TO READ. it is choppy and slow but he does know how to read words in common, and he knows hot to read them outloud too. despite growing up in the slums his father taught him as little as he could, which was recognizing words as words, but LASTLOR was the one who made drastor read when he was in the magpie council in order to make him a better thief, able to recognize when a book or a scroll or a letter, a piece of parchment, anything with words and numbers on it was of value.
on this note, drastor is able to sloppily write as well. he is less versed in this art than reading, his writing horrible and ugly to look at, as if a toddler had taken a finger, dipped it in paint, and made a squiggly line across the linen or the paper. drastor likes to joke that his writing is this horrendous because it’s supposed to be hard to read so he’s the only one who can read it, but truth is he just hasn’t bothered to become better.
he used to try and write letters to his father when he was in the magpie council, hoping they’d somehow magically appear at his side. he never knew if they did arrive but when he grew older he had a hunch they never left the hideout.
he doesn’t use either of these abilities much more.
hey kid if you've got the gold i've got the answers to all your problems xoxoxo
MAKING A DEAL WITH GREED INCARNATE AND getting the answers to all of your problems? sounds perfect he might be shaking a little in his boots.
“ how much for you to eat an entire guild of thieves, scoundrels, and assassins? ”