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Indie & Semi-Selective RP blog for a Grim Reaper OC, as penned by Johanna. Fandomless with Fandom-Specific Verses.  This blog was established July 15, 2017, but the muse was created ca. 2005-2006, and has undergone heavy development since then.  The art in the icon and blog themes was drawn by the art mods of starlight-syndrome, and the mobile header was made by onennian!  [ also follows for fuladaris ; fcssilized ; nightilex ; deathandtaxes ; circhestxr ; willkommcn ; kxchinashi ; and skullbcss ]

[unknowngoddess-art]

My friend, Johanna, @xfaucheuse, has some pretty neat OCs that ya’ll should check out too.

This is her OC, Jenna, enjoying some eggs and toast while reading the morning newspaper~

[xfaucheuse]

LOOK AT HER!!! I love her so much 😭!! I’m choosing to believe Dani got her the mug and that’s why it’s green.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!

[invictarre-archive]

@xfaucheuse​  /  Apology Letter

[xfaucheuse]

What brand of stupid are you?

Tagged by: @raichoose​ Tagging: @invictarre​ ; @shadesandrollerblades​ ; @sereina​ ; @shemustbemagic​ ; @godfrey-industries​ [Yarbert] ; @pinevalley​ [Cassie]

Smart Until Infected With Stupid.

You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.

[xfaucheuse]

I Rate Your OC!

writers should hire you.

either they blend so well into their original media or their story deserves to become a 20-season show or game or book or whatever. you've developed on them just the right amount that i wish they were a real fictional character

[buddingblossoms]

The Budding Blossoms event, like most things on Adreffe, is focused around the idea of personal growth and self reflection. The newly-built Contest Hall is going to be a place for beginner coordinators to come and learn how to perform, so it’s only fair that the theme is carried over into the grand opening. And so, in honour of all those who’ve worked to inspire and further this art, Champion Siôn has extended exclusive invitations all across the world. No matter your skill level or your familiarity with the coordinating world, he wants you to take this time to shine and help show the lucky first influx of students what they can expect when entering the world of pokemon Contests.

The full title of the theme is Love Letters to My Younger Self. Too often people get caught up in the “cringe” parts of their past, the awkward teenage phases and stupid mistakes we all made when left unattended by our parents, but Adreffe would prefer to shine a nicer light on things. This Contest is an opportunity for muses to reflect on how they’ve become the people they are today, and the lessons they’ve learned while undertaking that journey.

The full Google Doc is here, and the entry sheet is under the cut! Please submit the completed sheet for all muses you intend to enter.

Keep reading

[buddingblossoms]

The Budding Blossoms event, like most things on Adreffe, is focused around the idea of personal growth and self reflection. The newly-built Contest Hall is going to be a place for beginner coordinators to come and learn how to perform, so it’s only fair that the theme is carried over into the grand opening. And so, in honour of all those who’ve worked to inspire and further this art, Champion Siôn has extended exclusive invitations all across the world. No matter your skill level or your familiarity with the coordinating world, he wants you to take this time to shine and help show the lucky first influx of students what they can expect when entering the world of pokemon Contests.

The full title of the theme is Love Letters to My Younger Self. Too often people get caught up in the “cringe” parts of their past, the awkward teenage phases and stupid mistakes we all made when left unattended by our parents, but Adreffe would prefer to shine a nicer light on things. This Contest is an opportunity for muses to reflect on how they’ve become the people they are today, and the lessons they’ve learned while undertaking that journey.

The full Google Doc is here, and the entry sheet is under the cut! Please submit the completed sheet for all muses you intend to enter.

Keep reading

[raichoose-gone-deactivated20250]

The cheerful clicks and chitters of a dolphin or porpoise can be heard from the ocean, and yet, neither mammal can be seen. There is no telltale dorsal fin, no water spray, no sleek body leaping up from the waves. 

And yet, the sound continues …

… Until, suddenly, a squid-shaped creature darts out from behind the rocks. It seems the source of the sounds is not a porpoise or dolphin, but instead, an unknown alien organism - and a curious one, at that! 

Chittering at the sight of a new face - you! - he moves closer, extending a tentacle and smiling.

[xfaucheuse]

Daniella may not be able to swim, but she does like sitting at the water’s edge and letting the waves lap at her feet - an activity she finds herself engaged in now, on a rare day off.

However, her alone time is soon interrupted by the chitters of what she initially assumes to be a dolphin. She stands to see if she can find the creature, but is unable to - at least until what is very much not a dolphin pops out of the water, and extends a curious tentacle.

“Oh!” she gasps, delighted at the sight of such a cute face. Aware that her immortality will prevent harm from befalling her (and generally well-versed in sensing ill intent to begin with, which she certainly does not sense now), she kneels right back down and extends her hand in turn.

“Aren’t you cute?” she coos. “And what are you, little one?”

[xfaucheuse]

raichoose​:

“I also like an intricate handle, as well as a sharp blade. My arsenal is well-stocked with all kinds of weaponry - some for war, some for spars, some for show … I take it you might like to see my greatest showpieces, dear?”

(Is she being so kind and accommodating because Reggie is a spirit? 

Perhaps. 

She knows very well that the dead don’t come back - but he has, in his own way, and Stella wants to give him some little bits of joy whilst he’s in her dimension.)

“You can walk next to me, by the way! I don’t mind. Tell me about yourself, if you’d like? My name is Stella.” 

Reggie had been in and out of a lot of realms at this point in his afterlife - every one except for Heaven, the one he was supposed to have ended up in. The sheer irony that he was now in Hell (for the time being, at least - he always woke up somewhere different, no matter where he rested his undead head) was not lost on him, but as he so often tried to do - 

He took it in stride. 

(And stride he did, falling in step beside the queen as requested.)

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m Reggie. It would be an honor to see your collection! I’d offer to share mine, but it’s - well, back in Roseden,” he says, with half a laugh. “Not too sure how long I’ll be here, anyway. Whatever fates control my spirit send me all over the map every week.” Quite literally and quite unfortunately.

“Although-” and he figures he might as well ask, in case a chance of finally crossing paths with who he sought could be made available “- if you don’t mind a question: you wouldn’t happen to know a grim reaper named Daniella Delarosa, would you? Black hair, blue eyes, sings like a dream, likes green scarves, uses a bow and arrow? We’re looking for each other, but it’s hard to search when I can’t stay in one spot and wait for her.”

[xfaucheuse]

raichoose​:

“Well, I do love my throwing knives,” she says, not even questioning Reggie’s presence (she finds him charming, truthfully). “Hmm … Walk with me. Let’s see which ones I should use, yes?” 

He does as told, falling into step a bit behind the demon queen (under the assumption that to walk directly at her side might be considered rude or presumptuous). He’s actually unsure how he got here - being a ghost lost to time does take him to many strange places, after all - but that doesn’t mean he’ll say no to the chance to talk about knives!

“It means a lot that you want my input, Your Majesty!” he says, with a hum. “I’m sure it pales in comparison to yours, but I have a knife collection myself. I like an intricate handle, personally.”

[xfaucheuse]

“THROWING KNIVES!”

[xfaucheuse]

smallestofseabeasts​:

Maizie looks up at the reaper and gives her a curt nod “Aye.  If it means I can stay and remind them-” she points at the Royals “-about the truth, then I’ll become a ghost that wails in their sleep until they can tell lies no longer.” 

The Royals addressed the crowds below them.  Now trying to tell a new lie that what they’d done was for the good of the people, when it was actually for the good of their greed.  The crowd seems a little shaky to believe them though.  She hopes her words reached at least a few of them.

“You can allow that, can’t you?  I’m still dead either way.”

She knows she should be sad.  Most kids would cry about being dead, wouldn’t they?  But her last moments were not filled with sadness.  They were filled with anger and fear, an anger and fear that followed her into the next life, and would persist until someone spoke the truth.

Red might be immortalized now as the greatest kill a hunter ever made, but the beast deserved to go out better than that.  She deserved to die of old age in the ocean she loved, at peace, far away from the violence their kind had come to know from the humans.

“I can allow you to say it’s what you want, yes,” Daniella answers, “although it’s not a desire I can grant right away. Most people who die suddenly or tragically or unfairly beg to stay behind with their loved ones after death or to avenge what killed them, so there’s a - waiting period, if you will. It’s because you can’t really change your mind once you’ve become a ghost unless someone finds the very specific thing that will allow your ghost to come back to the afterlife. So, our patron deity has us bring spirits who want to be ghosts to a place where we can see if it’s what they really want or if their rage or mourning just needed time to fizzle out.”

A pause.

“I don’t think yours will die, though. And I can’t say I blame you.” 

She reaches up and touches the hide of the fallen sea beast. “After all, I empathize with these creatures. They know what it’s like to be hunted and feared by humans simply because of what you are. I wish I could have met her.”

(A different branch of reapers dealt with animals, and that coworker had come and gone already, leaving Daniella to work with the child. In truth, she hated collecting the souls of children, but her maternal instincts and the fact that she “had the face for it” made them one of her more common assignments. C’est la mort, she thinks, wearily, before turning back to the girl.)

“If you’ll come with me, then?”

[xfaucheuse]

continued from x with @raichoose​

“Yeah, I can do it,” Daniella says, softly. Is she allowed to do it? Not really. But that doesn’t mean she’s incapable of doing it, nor does it mean she isn’t going to. 

This wouldn’t be the first time she’d broken protocol, after all, but at least this time she was doing it for someone other than herself.

Squeezing Lucy’s hand, she adds, “And I’ll let anyone see Lily who you want to see Lily, don’t worry. We’ll just need everybody gathered in one place - I’m less likely to get caught if I’m not taking her all over the map, you know?”

She wishes she could bring the spirit of Lucy’s mother with her, too, but - bringing just the one spirit to the human realm was enough of a risk as it was. Were she to bring Lucy’s sister and their mother, things might get - dicey.

[finelythreadedsky]

obsessed with stories where the message is that you can’t bring someone back from the dead even if you can bring someone back from the dead

[raichoose-gone-deactivated20250]

Unprompted - Always Accepting 

@xfaucheuse​ asked: 

“Lucy. I’m not technically allowed to do this, but if you want to see Lily one more time…I can arrange it.”

Daniella knows that Lucy hadn’t been too close with her late sister in life, but that doesn’t change the grief and regret she feels - feelings which Daniella wants to help alleviate.

Besides, Daniella has her own siblings that she’s very close with - she can only imagine how painful it would be to lose one (never mind that she’s already no stranger to grief).

“What?”

It’s not a one-word question she needs to ask, because Lucy heard Dani, and the reaper she loves knows it.

It just isn’t a chance she ever thought she’d have. That town she’d once been stuck in had made Lily … return …

But it wasn’t the real Lily.

Lucy knows that, too.

“Can you really do that, Dani?” She reaches out, taking her girlfriend’s hand, even as her voice cracks. “And - and can Dad and our pets see her, too? Please?” 

// Thank you! Please ask before continuing. 

[smallestofseabeasts]

@xfaucheuse​ LIKED FOR A STARTER

“I ain’t ready ta go yet.” Mazie says, not looking at the reaper behind her.  She knew one of them would show up eventually, but she’d been hoping for more time.

They don’t understand yet.  They still tell their greedy lies.  Still send Hunters to die.  She can’t go.  Not until the royals end this war, now paid for with both her, and Red’s, blood.

She will haunt them.  Haunt them until either the kingdom’s last day, or the end of the war.  Whichever came first, she would remain here, haunting the halls of Castle White Rock.

[xfaucheuse]

“No one ever is,” Daniella says, softly. “And I wish I could take those wants into account. But it is as little a choice for me as it is for you, I’m afraid.”

Really, she does hate collecting the souls of children. They should have whole decades ahead of them - but sometimes, the random chance process by which reapers choose the death list is as unfair as chance can be.

And this child’s death had been crueler than most - she deserved a soft passing into the next realm.

But, before Daniella can offer that - she senses it. A desire that will make moving on - difficult.

“You wish to become a ghost,” she says. It’s not a question.

[xfaucheuse]

raichoose​:

“Can you get me one of those fifty cent peach pies while we’re at it? Arkham only serves the blandest of plastic utensil-friendly food to me, and that’s only because I don’t try to kill the guards with the aforementioned plastic utensils.” 

She lets out a bark of a laugh but then quickly composes herself. “Sure. I’ll even give you a not-plastic fork to eat it with. Well, unless you want to eat it with plastic. For the comforts of ‘home’ and what-not.”

[xfaucheuse]

raichoose​:

“You say that, but then you never do, and suddenly I’m terrorizing random citizens, getting arrested, and calling you from a padded cell.” 

Oh, he’s done it now. 

“Fair point. We’ll have to rectify that. Come along.”

She’s dragging him to Walmart so he can pick out one of those toddler leash backpacks for himself.