🔪 WEAPON

indie fandomless oc | penned by nic | est. 28/5/17 [ please read the rules & about before interacting ]

[exitstageentropy]

HO BOY HOWDY,,, i wasn’t expecting to hit this milestone so quickly but here we are i guess? 1000 of u. i love u all

so to say thank you to my followers n shit, i'mma do Another promo giveaway!!! this time around i’m gonna be picking 6 winners from the notes who’ll win one banner graphic each. the graphic can essentially be intended for anything you want it to be for, but we’re calling it a promo giveaway because that’s a more colloquial term, lmao?

draw date will be July 23rd, and the only requirements are you must be following me and i ask you to not tag this as ‘giveaway’! you are invited to like and reblog for two entries into the raffle, and if you’d like to see more examples of my work, you can find them here and here.

[cxliigo-archive]

Please LIKE or REBLOG this post if you are willing to write with a fandomless demon OC named Sethos! I recently revamped this blog and therefore would love it if I could get it going again!  I am open to interact with both canon muses as well as fellow OCs, and I am even able to put Sethos into your muse’s verse to make interactions easier for the both of us!

[omnecosmos]

Since I came back after a three month hiatus turns out my dash is almost dead. So here it is, LIKE / REBLOG if you’re interested in roleplaying with a fandomless oc, that has a shit ton of different verses and is an anxiety ridden college student.

[aethear-moved-blog]

since I am, once again, too lazy to make a proper promo—please like or reblog this post if you’d like to interact with a tales of symphona / multi-fandom oc! other fandoms include: all tales games, fire emblem echoes / fe 13 / fe 14 / fe 15 & many more! I’ll be sure to check you out!

[heliakos-blog]

oh worm ? presenting a fandomless fallen angel oc, solace, with a ‘charming’ cynicism about religion && almost everything in general, and a constant smile. he’s sort of dead inside ( literally ) but if your muse can get him to care he’d do anything for them. like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with him, please !

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🔪 ???:

@weaponbcrne· | Continued

Fryst raises a curious eyebrow at the curt response of this young woman. He hadn’t been expecting such bluntness, and now struggled to think of an appropriate thing to reply with.

He takes a moment to think, the staff lazily hanging in his hand. Small flurries of snow floating down from it and gathering at his feet. Finally, Fryst arrived at his answer, grinning and smiling at the girl.

“Well… I’m lost too,” he confesses (and it is true, he has no clue where is.) “So perhaps we can be lost together? Maybe we’ll find a way!”

though she relishes his hesitation, it’s a testament to her mental fortitude that her blank mask does not crack under the pressure of her irritation at his response. the only outward sign, if noticeable, is her eyes narrowing even further-- unmistakably a glower, directed straight at him. it takes a mere few seconds for her to brush aside said irritation, however ( because wasting time and energy being annoyed is just that-- a waste )

❝ hm. ❞ though she would prefer to be left to her own devices, she can’t rightly refuse, what with the stranger’s admission ( it’s understandable-- getting lost, she’s found, is surprisingly easy to do ) ❝ then let’s go. we should find someone who actually knows where we are. ❞

though her mental fortitude is amazing, she can’t help but be a tad spiteful.

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🔪 wes:

« ♬ »―“That’s okay! I do that, too. Ahh–you seemed pretty interested in weapons, though.. do you like watching demonstrations? I see videos on knife throwing all the time! It’s pretty neat!” He grinned, leaning forward now. “I saw some guy throw a card so hard it cut a guy’s wooden block before!”

❝ i... can’t say i’m too fond of them, admittedly... ❞ because with the thought of demonstrations comes thoughts of her job-- technically, she performs her own sort of ‘weapon demonstrations’ almost daily. she fights to keep her expression blank, an attempt to mask her distaste for her lifestyle ( no, for herself ) ❝ though i must say, that does sound impressive. ❞

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   hello, the name’s nova and this is a NEW IND. OC BLOG!! if you’re interested in interacting with an SHORT TEMPERED ASSHOLE who’s part of a underground ORGANIZATION that tries to change the world to a BETTER place ( by doing it the wrong way )

   — could you be so kind to either LIKE OR REBLOG this post so i can check out your blog? ( though, the latter would be most appreciated!! )

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🔪 wes:

« ♬ »―“Everyone needs a name.” He mused, hands on his hips. “I don’t like to pry, so.. you probably have your own reasons as to why you don’t have a name. I won’t ask. I have a strict don’t ask if you shouldn’t know policy!” That was something he prided in. Unless you were meant to know, no one should be forced to give up their past or answer things they weren’t comfortable with.

❝ that’s... a good policy, i suppose. ❞ certainly saves her hide, upon further thought. mentally, she cycles through conversation topic after conversation topic, searching for something that won’t dig her a deep grave if she’s to bring it up. eventually, she sighs and shakes her head, disappointment flashing briefly in her eyes. ❝ ...sorry. i’m not so good at continuing conversations... ❞

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🔪 wes:

« ♬ »― No name? He  perked, looking at her. She seemed very reserved. “..Ah.. then..” Black and white.. he couldn’t call her something bland. He waited, hand to his chin. “I’ll call you Harmony.. You just seem like you have a peaceful air about you when you talk.. plus, your hair looks super cool–like night and day!” He grinned, head tilted as he stood tall.

❝ ...i like it. ❞ the smile that forms lingers a tad longer this time, head bowed ever so slightly, a sign of thanks. admittedly, she wasn’t expecting compliments ( in fact, she was expecting questions. how can you not have a name? didn’t your parents give you a name? ) but having her expectations shattered, she finds, is not at all a bad thing. ❝ thank you, wes. ❞

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🔪 wes:

« ♬ »― That’s very true. He thought to himself. One wrong step–one wrong swing–and you’re a goner. He gulped hard, thinking for a second. “It’s okay. I took haidong gumdo when I was in high school, so swordsmanship is pretty easy to me. I can hit a target pretty well, but not when the target is moving too fast. I have to work harder.” At least she was understanding.

“I’m Westly, by the way. Most folks call me Wes.”

she nods in response to the introduction, though hesitates with her own-- names are somewhat sensitive subject for her, as are introductions. ❝ nice to meet you, wes... ❞ there’s yet another pause as she thinks, contemplating the correct response. rather quickly, she comes to the conclusion that such a response does not exist. ❝ you can call me whatever you like. i don’t really... have a name. ❞

( and she could have given one of her many names, but too many are tied to her job, too many would expose her )

[weaponbcrne-blog]

Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition

"Wake up... please wake up..."

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."

"N-no no! Stay with me now!"

"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

"Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"

"I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"

"Hey, are you alright over there?!"

"We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"

"Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"

"Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."

"Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"

"Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."

"Ow.. my aching-"

"Ugh... where...?"

"Help me.. someone..."

"I can't hold on... fading away.."

"What happened? Where is this-!"

"Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"

"Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."

"I was passed out for that long?!"

"Help me up.. please help me up..."

"What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."

"Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."

"Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"

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🔪 ???:

« ♬ »―“I mean, it’s pretty neat to see someone wield a blade bigger than them..” He admitted aloud. “I know he swung it pretty hard–it decapitated a dummy in one swing. I know in history, a guy held one and took down a soldier and a horse in one blow.. it’s why those huge swords were made.. to take the horse and the rider down with them.” He remembered watching Rurouni Kenshin and how Zanza–the fighter for hire–or rather.. better known as Sanosuke.. tried to defeat him with the rather large blade.

“It’d be a hassle to handle one–but with the right training, it’d be lethal.”

❝ ...i suppose. ❞ it’s a thoughtful hum this time, as she murmurs her doubts under her breath ( she doubts that even she, with all her training, could wield such a blade ). ❝ swinging it hard doesn’t constitute as skill, though. unless you’re prepared, the momentum could spell your doom. ❞ there’s a pause, and she realises rather abruptly that her tone is far too grave, too serious-- she’s at risk of giving herself away, and she quickly brushes off her previous comments with a clipped ( no, forced ) laugh.

❝ or, something like that. i’m only really good with knives, swords are foreign territory... ❞

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« ♬ »― “If I could make my own knives, I’d make them look really amazing! I’d add my own flare to them, you know? I love watching all those videos online on how people make things… I remember watching a video on this guy who made a HUGE sword!! Like–it was bigger than HIM!” He began to get excited talking about weaponry. It was just way too interesting.. not that he would judge her interests or her in general.

“I think it would be AWESOME to see more people being creative instead of lazy!”

a small smile forms on her lips, though the expression is fleeting, as his excitement grows-- it seems to be contagious, though she can’t help being critical when the subject turns to weaponry. ❝ hm... sounds impractical. ❞ her mind is solely on this apparently huge sword ( because who in their right mind would wield a blade bigger than themselves? it would hurt them more than it helped )

❝ creativity is something that makes humans amazing... it’s a shame that so many are discarding that blessing. ❞ admittedly, she would rather like to see the knives he would make. there is a hint of mirth to her voice when next she speaks, present a little too late to match her expression ( she hasn’t sounded and looked ‘happy’ at the same time for quite a while ) ❝ a personal flair, hm...? sounds wonderful. ❞

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🔪 ???:

« ♬ »― That’s good. She wasn’t upset with him or annoyed. He visibly calmed, eyes becoming more gentle as time went on. “I really like history about weapons.. I think it’s kinda fun. You know? I know how to handle knives, myself.. but not well enough to defend myself.” Which was a lie, but he didn’t know that. It was in his subconscious that he knew how to defend–or rather… kill. Wes was clueless about that side of himself.

“I think it’s cool to watch them being made, too. I used to go a theme park where I lived when I was a kid–they had a blacksmith who made knives and swords and other things… He’d pound away at the heated metal and it would take shape right before my eyes. My grandfather told me that people used to do that so much more a long time ago.. I wish people put that much hard work into everything nowadays.”

❝ ...i can handle knives, too. ❞ there’s a second part to that sentence and she knows it, but she refrains from continuing. though she’s unfamiliar with the concept, this may well be the beginning of a friendship-- ruining it by talking too much about herself is the last thing she wants. instead, she cuts herself off rather abruptly, eyes cast downward.

❝ watching them be made is... ‘cool’, i agree. ❞ the word is somewhat foreign on her tongue-- she knows he doesn’t mean ‘cool’ temperature-wise, of course. ❝ the advancement of technology is going to make humans lazy, more than it already has. ❞ and she experiences this laziness firsthand, with more and more of her requests stemming from the internet rather than face-to-face meetings. ❝ people putting in more effort... would be nice, i think. ❞

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« ♬ »― He perked, tilting his head. “..ah.. They do. I have one sword.. it’s from World War II.. At least, that’s what I was told. It’s blade is on the wrong side and it came from Tokyo. I hear it’s from a famous swordsman.” He grinned, looking to the stranger now. “I love hearing stories. Now and again–I think it’s fun to hear about the stories behind the stories. About the people who made them.. the people who held them first.. It’s different than just looking at it or collecting them.”

“It probably feels really weird to hear that kind of thing coming from someone like me. But that’s the point of a collection, I think. To learn more about the objects you have.”

as it turns out, listening to someone else talk about weaponry is very interesting. each person views their necessity differently, and is interested in different aspects of their creation-- their stories, their creators, everything. she hums quietly as she listens to the stranger speak, interest evident on her face ( though such an expression of emotion can be attested to her interest in the subject-- being a hitwoman teaches intimate knowledge of weaponry )

❝ i don’t think it’s weird. ❞ and there’s truth in those words-- he is far more thoughtful than she is, and their conversation is proving rather enjoyable. ❝ everyone has opinions and stories to share. that’s what makes you human. ❞