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I try to care, but what's the point if I'm already dead? [ Ask / RP blog for the Lighthalzen Somatology Labs Thief, Wickebine Tres from the MMORPG Ragnarok Online. ] Header image + avatar by zum

[wickebinetres]

based on how you portray wickebine (really good btw), i have the theory that she doesn't give a shit if they can get out of the labs or not, but if the opportunity comes she'd totally jump at it whatever the cost, without thinking about her floormates or the other bio inhabitants. the 'me first before others' mindset still runs in her and she'll stick to that until the very end.

Go on anon and send conspiracy theories about my muse. 

[wickebinetres]

Anon's conspiracy theory is that Wick is Howard's younger sister! Where else does that energy come from? But they might have been separated by birth or something, so they don't remember each other except for Howard who finds out when he gets older that he has a sister! But his search for Wick ends him up in Rekenber, where Wick was already experimented on...

Go on anon and send conspiracy theories about my muse.

[wickebinetres]

You're just pretending to be a young girl. Really you're an adult with a young face, who spends her time with the young'uns to win their trust and one day take over the entire lab with them as your servants

Go on anon and send conspiracy theories about my muse.

[shallwerphelp-blog1]

Go on anon and send conspiracy theories about my muse

[musesgonnamuse]

“i DONT want to fight you”

                  “i WOULDNT want to fight me either”

[wickebinetres]

askseyren02:

Seeing such an enthusiastic reply from Wickebine over the idea Seyren couldn’t help but smile at it; it was something not harmful that even Eremes couldn’t complain to much about. Seyren thought so at least.

Fingers going to his own hair the lord knight thought it over for a moment. “Participate, I can try though I’m not sure just what exactly I can come up with for all that blue hair.” Never having done much with his own the fact Eremes had such long hair it would at least give him options.

“With so many clones I can imagine every one trying to as many hairstyles as they can though. Eremes is going to have to look at so many blue hairstyles after every one gets through with his clones.” Stifling his laughter Seyren did it give a more serious thought though. “I wonder though how long it would take to clean up all that hair that gets cut from styling, not to mention the dye needing to be made.”

“Well we better see Flamel about the dye since I’m sure he’d want to get it started before hand: I mean he must love to plan out Eremes hair and with how long he takes to think things over.”

Though Wickebine’s comment about Eremes hair being played with like clay sounded like it would be fun.

“Oh, oh, ohhh!” Wickebine raises her hand up like a child, eyes still twinkling. “If Mister Flamel could totally make some orange dye, that’s great! And some yellow, and maybe something pink! Like, really girly pink!”

Darker colors would probably look better on Eremes, but where was the fun in that? What someone like Eremes needed was a great, big splash of color - and what better way to put color into him but in his long, luxurious locks? Seyren was right - making dye and dyeing hair is going to take a long time... but heeey, it would be definitely worth it to see a ginger-haired Eremes with a plait! And even more! Hair bun Eremes! Twin-tailed Eremes! Short-haired Eremes! Suddenly, cleaning up a couple of cut hair clumps (or possibly more) on the floor didn’t seem that bad.

“Oh, and maybe something like teal or bright red... crimson? Yeah, that would be good!” Wickebine snickers to herself for a moment before giving the Lord Knight a thumbs-up. “Don’tcha worry, Mister Seyren! What matters is you’ve gotta go with the flow! Coming up with hairstyles ain’t easy, but I’m sure you’re gonna start getting ideas once you’ve got his hair in your hands, its hella soft - you’re gonna have a blast! Well, maybe we’re gonna have a blast and Eremes won’t, I bet he’s totally gonna flip when he sees us playing around with his clones’ hair and everything and he’ll probably have our necks for it and he’s totally gonna demand us to clean up our mess and remove all the dyes on his clones’ hair but still! Imagine the hair parade! It’s awesome! I can’t wait! Ooh, maybe we should invite everyone! And maybe we should dress ‘em clones up while we’re at it!”

[wickebinetres]

So please do share, I know it is difficult to get along with some but with how they are over all just how well do the guys rate down there in the labs? On a scale of 0-10, and if you want to give any reasons feel free to do so since some just deserve the rating they get.

“How difficult, huh? Well, let me see here... Kavach and Gemini, I’d rate ‘em a 0! Real chill and fun to talk to, getting along with ‘em’s easy! Theeen... Mister Chen, Mister Alphoccio, and... Mister Howard get a 4? Haven’t talked to them yet, but they don’t look that hard to talk to - I’ve got a feeling I could get along with ‘em if I get the chance! Oh, then Mister Seyren and Mister Randel get a 5 - finally got to talk to them already and they’re actually nice, but, ummm... I’m still kinda watching myself, don’t wanna offend ‘em by accident or anything!”

“Mister Flamel and Errende get a 6 - Mister Flamel looks easy to talk to, but I’m not sure that we have something to talk about and I’m not sure of what to think of him now. Errende looks chill too, but I ain’t sure if we could be buddies, yeah?”

“And... Laurell and Eremes are 8′s,” she snorts. “Yeah, Eremes and I talk, but ‘getting along’ totally depends on his mood and if we’re training or not!”

[musesgonnamuse]

you know I try to L I V E without R E G R E T S i’m always moving F O R W A R D & not looking B A C K but I tend to leave a trail of D E A T H while I’m moving A H E A D 

[wickebinetres]

Lil' sis! Lil's sis! Can we borrow a knife to see if old man Wolfie's blood jam tastes differently?

“Jam?” Wickebine repeats, making a face. Blood jam, they say. Well, that was new. Now where’d Gemini get the idea that blood was jam? Or that jam was made out of blood? “Suuure, I’ll lend you a knife…”

But then again, to draw out blood, you need to make a cut… And since they were talking about Wolfchev… A grin spreads on Wickebine’s face, and she tosses a dagger to Gemini.

“Know what? Go nuts!” she beams. “Make some real big cuts on him to get more of that blood jam outta him, ‘kay~?”

[wickebinetres]

♞ ((lol))

Send a symbol + a character for an AU drabble of our muses.

♞ for a TATTOO PARLOR AU

She flips the magazine open with lazy fingers and narrowed eyes, frown growing deeper as she skimmed through the pages. He, on the other hand, says his thanks to his last customer before he closes the door to the shop and walks over to where she sat by the windows, peering over her shoulder.

(She’d probably be his last customer… if she would only pick. Brushes, pens, a couple of pins, a small pile of discarded cloths and tissues, and a great amount of ink still lay scattered on his work counter, but perhaps it would be better if he would fix that all up after he confirms what she wants... or not. Either way, there was still some work left to do.)

“That flower design looks nice,” he points a finger on the one of the pictures on the topmost row of one page, and she snorts.

“Nah, not worth it - ‘sides, ain’t it too short?”

“I can make it bigger if you want - plus it suits you, honey.”

She laughs, and he receives a slap on his shoulder. “Flowers for your honey. Real funny, darling. C’mon, don’t you have any interesting designs here?”

He grins. “No design could be as interesting as you, though - but I can try!”

“Odin’s name, cut the crap,” she laughs, flipping another page. “I’ve checked this thing three times already! Got any magazines left? Y’know, something with less girly stuff?”

“Less girly?” he takes the magazine off her hands, staring at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape.“You think skulls are girly? A good part of this has designs meant for gangsters!” 

She rolls her eyes. “’Gangsters’ my ass - nope, it ain’t cool enough for me! Just... ugh, tell me you’ve made up somethin’ new! Don’t tell me I just waltzed in here with this damned top on, but no tattoo to show when I go!”

She points at the her shoulder-less cream top for emphasis, its color as faded like the formerly-dark-blue pair of tattered denim pants she wore. He shakes his head and puts the magazine back on its rack, before facing her again with his hands on his hips.

(It’s probably been months since she barged into his parlor and literally made it her parlor, where she would occasionally take naps on his couch after her odd hours at work and would take both the bread and milk from his fridge. It’s probably been months that in return for her... lodging, they set up an odd contract where she would provide him the same amount of customers as the bread and milk she would take per week. It’s probably been months since he has been able to practice his craft more than before and that he’s finally been able to regularly pay for his bills. It’s probably been months too, since they’ve been asking each other about their professions but she would always find a way to shrug him off and focus on him instead.)

(But more importantly, it’s the first time she’d ask get a tattoo from him... after all those months of lodging.)

He reaches a hand into his pocket, bringing out a strip of paper and he hands it over to her. When she flips it open, she raises her eyebrows.

“Been sketching that for awhile now. That cool enough for you?”

She nods her head, eyes still focused on the paper. “Not bad, not bad at all! This got any meaning or something?”

He shrugs, taking the seat beside her. “Nope - just saw it on some history book, it’s a symbol of some old corporation. Rekenber, I think!”

She whistles, then she turns her head to him with a smile. “Sooo, can this thing be drawn on my shoulders or what?”

He turns to her and smiles back. “It’ll take you at least four hours.”

“Four hours!?”

“Patience is a virtue, honey.”

[wickebinetres]

yucky bun truce

“Yucky bun truce... yucky bun truce...” Wickebine repeats the words a couple more times, eyebrows drawing together. What the hell was she saying... or more importantly, what the hell did it mean?

“Yucky bun... oh!” After the umpteenth time of repeating the words, Wickebine’s expression changes to a surprised one. “Say, that truce... Are you trying to say my name...? Or something? Wait, back up - this isn’t some spell, right!?” 

[wickebinetres]

archerkavach:

Kavach let her words sink in, making a really dramatic pause. Then, he stooped up, dropping the flower. His face became very somber.

“Y’know… A lot of people have said that lately.” He asked looking straight into her eyes and grabbing her by the shoulders “Say Wickebine, are my jokes really that bad? What can I do!? I need your help!”

He took his “Bard” pride a little too seriously, sometimes. Perhaps he couldn’t stand the thought of Laurell being right.  

“Whoaaa there buddy, easy with the shoulders,” Wickebine blinks a bit, startled by Kavach’s sudden action. Well, now that’s something: instead of another witty comeback the Archer ends up asking for help instead, and he was serious to boot! 

“Your jokes aren’t that bad,” she laughs as she bent down a bit to retrieve the flower from the floor. “Sure, you’ve got a couple of bad ones here n’ there, but hey, jokes aren’t meant to make all people laugh! Maybe it has something to do with a sense of humor! ... Er, that’s what you call it, right? ‘sides, it’s rare to see you affected by something like this! Ain’t like you at all!”

She puts the flower on top of his head and gives a few pats on his head for good measure, grinning as she did so.

[wickebinetres]

With the TE guild dungeons around giving possibilities of your future or what could have been, is there anything you'd like to ask your future self or get pointers on?

Ever tried looking at mirror, except that you’re not looking at a mirror per se? Seconds have probably passed but no words come to mind or to her mouth, so Wickebine blinks and Wickebine blinks back, brown eyes staring back at red.

(Oh look, they’re still red.)

Cream bandana, brown locks tied up into a ponytail, same old wrap holding her dagger steady at her hip… Yeah, that’s her alright - Wickebine Tres, one of the many Morrocan street rats turned Thief. Surprise, surprise.

(Well, if you omit the fact that Wickebine was wearing a ragged red fur coat, some sorry excuse of clothing for a top, a pair of short shorts combined with a pair of fishnet stockings and some heels to boot, then, yeah - it was still her, same height, sizes, features, scars. Still looking pretty good.)

A minute is about to pass by and Wickebine inhales, stepping forward until the space in between them closes - she reaches behind her, and lo and behold… she pulls out a long slim container gleaming silver, a beautiful carving of a gold dragon engraved on its surface.

Wickebine’s jaw drops and her heart just leaps at the sight.

(She doesn’t even need to ask.)

Wickebine grins, wide and toothy. “What can I say - we’ve always dreamed of having this, yeah? Mission accomplished.”

[trickormemes]

Send me a symbol and I will tell you…

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve 🌹 = my opinion on your character 🌻 = a character I wish to write with 🍀 = a ship I wish to write 🌼 = a song I identify with your character 🌷 = a song I identify with my character 🌱 = a plot I want to write with you 🌲 = if I ship our characters together 🌴 = a favorite canon character in my fandom 🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom 🌾 = my opinion on OCs 🍁 = my opinion on multimuse blogs 🍄 = my opinion on crossovers 🎄 = my opinion on AUs 💐 = my favorite part about the fandom 🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

[wickebinetres]

Who has loved you more than anyone else inyour life?

She frowns at the question. “Know what? I dunno - never lived that long anyway and I can’t remember much stuff from the past... but maybe my mentor, Elena, did. Sure, she was strict as hell - but she’d always look out for me! ... Well, that’s what I remember though.”

[wickebinetres]

ya momma such a slut, her nickname is SUV because she's big, black,and has room for 6 construction workers inside

Wickebine snorts at the joke and shakes her head.

“Ya momma jokes, eh! Classic jokes I say buddy, but hold on - “ she turns her head to the corridor and begins shouting, “ - heeeey, Kavach! This guy has somethin’ to tell you!”

[wickebinetres]

So, how /exactly/ are new humans made? You take a mom and a dad, and then...?

Wickebine’s eyebrows raise, and a funny look spreads on her face. “Ohhh, the ol’ birds n’ bees, eh? Y’know, sometimes I forget you’re not human - no offense!”

“Aaaanyway,” Wickebine set both of her hands on Gemini’s shoulders, a toothy smile on her face. “Y’see buddy, moms - or girls, whatever - they’ve got this… uh, let’s say space in ‘em that only the dads - or guys, whatever - can fill in, yeah? Right in between every mom’s legs, there’s an entrance where that space is! For dads, right in between their legs, there’s this… stick? Pfft! No, uh, device - wait, what? Hah! Nevermind, nevermind, let’s just say that the perfect thing to fill up the space inside the moms is in between the dad’s legs! So when they get to do the do… oops, uh, I mean… when they get to fill in the space, the dads get to release a special… liquid in the moms, and poof! Something magical happens to ‘em moms, and before you know it, their bellies get larger and later, a baby - or a new human is born!”

Wickebine snickers. “Interesting, riiight?”