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PERSONIFICATION OF MISFORTUNE ( INDIE OC )

[xinfelicitas]

magicxecustos:

      She rolls coffee brown eyes in return, pursing her lips (certainly not to combat frown lines). A part of her was hoping that his absence the last few months meant that he’d found a new person to bug and forgotten about her (though if he truly had, she actually would have fretted a bit about it). But alas, not all wishes come true it seems.        “I’m not always grumpy. Just when you’re around to bug me.” Sheri harrumphed, crossing her arms. “So technically, it’s your fault.”

A shake of his head, lazy smile still lighting up his features. Honestly, it wouldn’t matter what kind of reply Sheri would give, he would always make sure to twist & turn it into something that would fit his tastes. Or--simply disregard it so he could make his OWN assumptions. The woman had the tendency to amuse him, regardless of what she did. Though he liked it best when she was annoyed, that much was certain.       “Are you sure--that you’re not confusing the feeling of--utter happiness with--being grumpy?” And he’d tilt his head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly as corners of soft tinted lips curled up even higher, a twinkle of amusement flickering behind crimson hues.

       “There is no--need to lie to-- yourself, She---ri~!” Her name being drawled out purposely.

[erwonmyheart]

Demonic Sebastian // requested by anon

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@xinfelicitas

let me talk about my favorite fucking blog. it was literally an accident i found this blog because i typed one letter wrong in the url and let me tell you. im so glad i did. this muse interests me so much. i love how indept dante has been writen out and how the mun has just created this freaking awesome character that im so intrigued with. i would love to write with them more and get to know their muse more because he really is a cool oc and so well written out.

on that topic they have amazing writing, the way the words just flow in a reply from them and bring the scene and character alive more honestly make it so pleasing to rp with them. this is another person i follow on every blog just because i honestly adore their muse. it’s a true pleasure that i have befriended them and have rp’d with them. i hope we’ll be able to more because honestly i love their blog and muse.

[rebelheart1999]

[xinfelicitas]

stellaphiliia:

@xinfelicitas liked this for a starter.

  ❝What do you think…would be a good present for a toddler?❞ She asks idly to anyone who would care to listen. Though she does have a bit of a captive audience since she stopped in front of the toy shop, blocking the way for anyone who wished to proceed. 

    “Anything--goes.” Like a knife--see what the child does with that. Was said in passing, though the taller of the two eventually did turn around, looking over his shoulder at the one who previously blocked his way.  Eyes were then moved towards the display and the array of useless toys that screamed to be bought by parent’s who’d buy their child everything their little pathetic heart desired. “Though something that--makes sound might be the--safest option. Some like--that.” Given the fact that Ari was the ONLY toddler he personally came in contact with that did NOT end up in his stomach, he was the only one he could use as an example. From the moments they were in the same room, when he so happened to be at Rosie’s place, he noticed that the little one responded to toys that made sounds, whether it was a police car with a siren or a stupid plastic pole with bright lights (and again, buzzing noises to boot).

[xinfelicitas]

terraene:

@xinfelicitas

​             ❝ Are you going to finally come out of my shadows, Signore? Ohisashiburi. ❞ It had been decades since she SEEN this figure. Though it was her own fault and accord, the incomplete princess venture closer to the window to close the curtains, allowing half the room to be taken by darkness. 

       Decades upon decades that passed like mere wind through fallen leaves for him. Only realizing that some sort of time passed by due to the changing of seasons (and even that could go unnoticed to him). Though if she were to ask him how long it had been since they last spoke, he’d be unable to answer. In his mind it could have been JUST yesterday. When she closes the curtains he finally materializes upon her vanity table, palms resting upon the wood, the mirror not reflecting his form, instead his reflection was but a SMUDGE upon the otherwise clear surface.  Back straightened, head tilted.      “I don’t think--I’ll ever will or--ever have. I am never--really here after all.” A rather VAGUE answer from an equally complex creature. Changing the subject rather easily, he continues to speak.

     “Do you--look different?” Her image now not quite the same as years ago. Much time did pass after all. His mind was truly decaying, was it not?

[demonicwords-inactive]

[xinfelicitas]

tantrauma:

                         “Spicy mistletoe my ass, it tastes like I’m drinking a wreath. Seriously dude, try this.” And so she slides the coffee mug over ( and she isn’t sure she wants it back ).

       The quirk of a brow might be his only reply to her for the creature wouldn’t even touch the cup or whatever was inside it. If it wasn’t blood, organs or meat from humans or OTHER supernatural creatures, it wouldn’t STAY in that hollow hole he called his stomach. Add to that his different taste-buds and you have someone who can’t even TASTE things right. “No, thank you. However--may I ask why you even attempted--to drink such a thing?” Then again, had he not long ago decided that she was quite different from many other’s he encountered.

[traumeriinarchive]

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hello lovelies! as a writer of many original characters, i naturally have a strong adoration for them. to everyone who writes an oc, i just want to say you’re incredible for making your own little universe and character! bellow are ocs that are simply near and dear to my heart. thank you for brightening my day with your beautifully written characters <3 

@exorcismhymn, @honeycrafts, @fxllingisntgraceful, @unobtrusiveandcumulative, @feverbroke, @nekrotier, @dwindlingambition, @biirdbone, @ohfiendangelical, @irlfleurmal, @innocentdelirium, @crepiitus, @xinfelicitas, @lobeild, @terraene, @ribbedistortions, @excrcist, @abovcgod, @shehound, @rosaceaes, @ahotshotslugger, @piiiety, @matarlos, @helenaiism

[xinfelicitas]

experiment161:

          [ DANGER!! DANGER!! DANGER!! Once his mind had registered that the other was posing a threat, his vision blurred as the lenses of his mask started to fog up with some kind of secreted gas. A small grumble of childish annoyance followed, completely disregarding the hand that threatened to wrap around his neck. Sitting up, he swatted at the other, gloved hand rising. ]

– Look what you did… –

             [ Tone scolding,  crimson hues flitted to the man. All he wanted to do was make a friend, form some kind of connection the way he had witnessed it the other day. Twisting a nozzle from the side of his mask, he breathed out, purified steam hissing out in smokey plumes. Even so, the stench of sulfur still lingered in the air and he waved it off with a flick of his wrist. ]

– I saw someone do that. And then they laughed and talked      for hours. I was just trying to obtain something akin to that.    I guess… That is not normal behavior? –

            [ The cant of his head was thoughtful in nature, as if he was seriously thinking about his actions and where he went wrong. ]

– Should I have asked first? Your lap is comfy, but     the bench isn’t. Shame. –

       A huff left pallid lips, head moving to the side, evading the continues swatting in the air by the other. Nose was scrunched up as the putrid smell reached overly sensitive senses. Truly, he was between a state of annoyance and mild curiosity. Annoyance for the sheer fact that such contact had taken place and curious for the gas that left the other’s mask (just noticing now that he wore a mask to begin with). At the accusation Misfortune simply gave no response, the look, no the glint within crimson hues but distant apathy. He never truly did care about another’s state of mind or how his actions affected them. He could PRETEND and ACT but feeling anything genuine was simply impossible. Gaze followed the male’s movements, thin brows slightly creasing together at the EXPLANATION, it finally making sense, a bit at least. The fact that his lap was now empty enough reason to lean back into the bench, calm once again.

        “It is normal--behavior for those--that already know each other.You can’t--do that with strangers. It is not--acceptable.” Was replied; voice never rising, maintaining it’s soft tunes. He never did talk loudly, his words would either be whispers or smooth soothing melodies. A contrast to what he ACTUALLY embodied. The irony was in the fact that Dante himself would have done that or worse to a complete stranger, in regards to invading personal space he could be quite the hypocrite. A sigh, cold air was breathed out from lungs he did not need, a wave of his hand before it returned to rest against the edge of the bench.

         “Yes--you should have.” A pause and smile (one so carried so often that it lost it’s meaning) curved lips further upwards, eyes narrowing slightly. “I am quite certain--that it is. How about you--try again? Ask first and--you may lay down--in my lap. Recreate what--you saw earlier. We can--get to know each other--then....” Call it childish curiosity but it seemed that even in moments you thought nothing interesting would happen (or only annoyance would surface) that something did manage to happen. The odd scent, the gas, the mask he wore--all contributing to it. Just when Misfortune thought things couldn’t get any MORE boring, they got flipped upside down and new opportunities got presented to him.

[erwonmyheart]

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[xinfelicitas]

leconfiant:

she stared at the wreckage, figuring out how she’d explain this and make it all better- yeah, she wouldn’t get reprimanded or even yelled at for breaking such an important piece of set, but she still wanted to do something. maybe if she built up a wall of OTHER stuff… oh, but it’d have to be movable! suddenly, she felt the presence of another beside her and jumped out of her spot on the ground. GOD, that scared her! how did he get there without her noticing?

❝ um– yeah, i suppose… ❞ she looked at the was-barricade, it wouldn’t be put together without some form of help. ❝ that’d be … helpful, please. ❞ anna didn’t think she trusted him.

       A shiver of delight coursed through his being when she jumped away, the thumping of her heart sounding like music to his ears, the residual fear she briefly experienced almost for him to touch. The monster with a million masks merely straightened his back, standing on his full height, towering above the much smaller girl. Hands were pulled behind his back, head angling towards the side while the eye-contact never once got broken. Peering into the windows that gave view to her core, searching for something, digging for all that could force her to descend into a path of tragedy. From small to bigger--that was the plan. 

        “Then I--shall. What would--you like me to do?” Now a few steps were taken towards her again, keeping gaze on her form, faint smile GLUED upon features. As if it were painted upon a porcelain doll, not once disappearing, forever smiling.

[xinfelicitas]

experiment161:

                 @xinfelicitas –

                 [ One time he watched someone go up to another and just lay their head in their lap. It does not occur to Kenkone that there was some kind of relationship between them, that was more socially acceptable than what he just did right now. ]

                     [ Which was approach a random stranger at the park and helped himself to the seat right besides them. Without a second thought, his body shifted and his head met the other’s lap. This looked more comfy than it really was, and he frowned behind his mask. ]

– Am I doing this right? –

                    [ Head turning to the side, crimson hues beneath dark lenses peered up at the man. ] 

       Misfortune Incarnate could not remember for how long he’d been sitting on that particular spot, body unmoving, gaze fixated on a spot somewhere along the horizon. The sounds of his usual prey but distant buzzing, the murmurs of the ones in his own head but distant whispers. The COLD wind that made the fallen leaves swirl in the air and force raven locks to be pulled away from the hold behind pierced ears was not felt upon much colder skin, frozen flesh to be exact. Even the arrival of another, daring to set next to him did not make him look up or down. At times Misfortune was simply LOST in his own mind or was it his own world? Unseen by those who were NOT him. Though when personal space was breached, the creature looked down upon his lap, previously dull russet eyes GLOWED for a second. Not many things ever surprised the creature but this--THIS made no sense, none whatsoever. 

       The image of this person did not seem familiar to him or had they met before? No--this person who DARED to use his lap as some kind of pillow was NO acquaintance. As much as Dante liked to invade OTHER people’s privacy and drape himself upon them without any care, he did not like it when other’s (especially those he considered not worthy or unknown) touch him so freely. A gloved hand was moved towards the other, hovering near the side of their neck, fingers curling slightly as if they wanted to wrap themselves around it. And that they WOULD do if the desired answer wasn’t given.

      “And WHAT exactly--do you think you’re--doing?” Friendly, patient he seemed, at least that was how he SOUNDED but the way he spoke or appeared to be was never an indication of what THOUGHTS swirled behind crimson eyes. 

[xinfelicitas]

leconfiant:

@xinfelicitas

she totally just dropped their barricade. their barricade for les mis was WRECKED because of her. she knew they wouldn’t be mad with her, but– ❝ oh my GOD how am i going to fix this? my barricade! it took weeks… oh dear, oh me oh MY. ❞ she was trying her damnedest not to swear. ❝ i don’t know what to do. ❞

      Little mishaps & innocent accidents. Even though they weren’t as catastrophic or bloody, Dante could still find amusement from it as strings were pulled here & there by satin gloved hands. Stepping behind the girl, perhaps a bit TOO close, the tall male looked over her shoulder and onto the wreckage. Which wasn’t all that much but as long as she was BOTHERED with it, then he would enjoy it to it’s fullest. Then he could FEED from her despair and still the insatiable hunger he possessed (if only for a bit; for the hunger ALWAYS remained, never gone). Chuckles rose up from deep within a hollow chest, voice following, though the tone it carried was much softer.

         “Now that’s a case--of bad luck, don’t you think? Want some--assistance, little miss?” A LIARS words, through and through.

[xinfelicitas]

tataraxx:

    ❝  —I OFTEN CARRY THE SAME scent myself. Such is simple to RECOGNIZE.❞

     "Do you--now? I suppose it has--to do with WHAT you--are then.” This town was littered with those that had such a SIMILAR scent as the one before him. That much Misfortune came to notice since his ‘arrival’. He was certain that it was mentioned somewhere though---or had a human screamed it out in one last cry? He could not remember, the name already forgotten, another species they were--that much he could tell from the MERE scent.

       “I must--say though the scent--of blood never really--goes away. It has a habit--of sticking around, nestling in one’s--core. Quite--nice actually.” Words spoken out slowly, pauses here and there as was custom for the monster donning human skin while gaze finally settled on the other. “May I ask, for a name?”

[xinfelicitas]

hiinotori:

              hazel hues widened slightly when he heard the voice, though that was the only proof of his actual surprise. he shifted, the butterfly flickering out as his focus is lost, eyes drifting onto the unknown male. “ i’m not too sure, i’ve only ever tried one shape at a time. ” tatara responded easily enough, attempting to pull the flame back up ( despite his shaking hands ).

      Such a shame it was, flickering lights dissipated in the air, a trail of bright colors left behind till that got swallowed by the air. The butterfly, once gazed upon with curiosity, no more, as if it never existed to begin with. Crimson is moved to settle on the male, however they do not look directly at him, slightly passed him, seemingly watching something only they could see. A small smile, tiers barely curved and the creature closes his eyes. A world of darkness, one he dwelt in so often, engulfed him in it’s familiar embrace; voice spilling forth moments after. “Just--one? That is not very--adventurous now is it?” And unearthly hues become visible to the world once more, the shaking limb noticed but much care he did not possess for it. 

      “--It seems you cannot-handle it. My expectations were--clearly too high.”