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[[I swear I’m not dead]]

[[Apologies in advance for the lack of activity the past few months, but between the stresses and business of moving to a much larger apartment on top of committing myself to my tabletop games admittedly Tumblr hasn’t been the first thing on my mind. 

BUT, by comparison to other reasons I’ve had in the past for mass amounts of inactivity, this’ refreshing! This’ good! And I simply wanted to let you all know I have no intentions of abandoning this blog, I just need a healthy time to get back to myself before I can get back to Shin. 

Ofc as per the norm, if anyone wishes to get in touch with me mutuals can hmu for/on my discord. I welcome the hooman interactions. 

Keep fighting, love ya’ll!]]

#occ #munpost #positive

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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mertensiaovum‌:

            Hiraeth can’t help but to snicker a bit at the obvious disgruntled reaction to her teasing. It was all in good fun on her end but she supposed her snarky way of teasing could be annoying. Either way she was amused as she got to work. His inquiry of the micro wrap had her idly reaching for her desk with her unoccupied hand, eyes remaining on the work at her other claws as she counted out the drawers before reaching the third and pulling it open. “Its rather simple in design, somewhat like a wrap. It works through micro pulses to ease muscle tremors and also uses heat therapy when it detects muscle tension to relax the limb. When its working to take the added stress and weight of a prosthetic off the organic connection, it utilizes something similar to my field to negate the pressure and irritation of a foreign object being connected to the body.” 

She paused for a moment to take out a package, opening it up and sliding out one of the micro wraps she was talking about. A simple cloth like design with a textured honeycomb pattern, she set it on his opposite leg and got back to work. “It alternates between methods or goes into a resting period itself when your body isn’t under any duress or strain from the prosthetic. It should help with the reconnecting as well to help ease the transition so it isn’t just jerking your leg about while your brain tries to readjust. I use these on all my patients who have prosthesis so they don’t simply endure the discomfort.” Humming in her focus, the Cnidari glanced up at the mention of there being varied types of bears as a smile curved her lips. They sounded adorable. 

Granted, if she actually met a bear she might think otherwise but she was always fascinated with variations in species. “How cute. I’ll have to do some research on them then.” She narrowed her eyes at that lizard bit though and wrinkled her nose. Did he think she was some kind of reptile? Well, she supposed in his eyes she very well could be so she merely poked her tongue out of her lips. “I don’t do that tongue thing though, limb regeneration yes, tongue thing, no. I hope they don’t though, its such an annoyance to have to work through that kind of pain let alone try to survive in the open with it. Maybe I should invest in a salamander. They were selling an Earth cow at some store– perhaps they have these creatures..” 

Though the explanation as given about this wrap was simple enough for the human to wrap his head around. Seeing the cloth be set onto his opposite leg, and trying to understand then how something of this sort would comfortably rest around his thigh was another matter entirely. Because if existence these past couple of years out in space has taught this human anything. It was that no two technological advancements would suit a body between species the same. He looked over the cloth, taking it into his hands to try and make sense of the tech while their conversation transitioned back over to animals. “The tongue-thing isn’t exclusive to all lizards, or even reptiles, that’s mainly for the ones who use their tongues to smell.” 

He tacked on a minor correction, his blue eyes lifting from his assessment over what on the surface just looked like a peculiar mesh to further reply to the talking globule about earthling animals. “It might not be a easy-find. Since unlike a cow salamanders or other reptiles are very particular about the environments they can survive in. A great example is the fact that salamanders are carnivorous and tend to prefer.....” He briefly cut himself off, as if looking Hiraeth over set a stupid idea into his head. “Moist...living spaces.”

#mertensiaovum #v: Space #Shin just imagining a salamander living in hiraeth

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ofsteelandstardust‌:

@astolenroad // CONT. FROM X

It’s a common question. And the common answer is far from favorable. “My species can be rather problematic,” he confesses. “Throughout most of history most hosts have been taken over by force, without consent. And typically they are forced back into the darkest depths of their mind and never regain control unless we allow them to or we leave their body. Obviously such methods are cruel and slowly more and more Yinpeds are choosing more humane ways of acquiring host bodies. I, for one, found this body while he was in the process of dying. Sadly I wasn’t able to save the man’s soul but I was able to save the body. If the man felt my presence, it was only for the briefest of moments before he passed away.”

There was a moment in the middle of this explanation about an alien race, that Shin’s expression would shift. From a calm sort of nodding of his head, to blue eyes widening just a little while his mouth fell into a flat line. He’d...count his lucky stars that he’d happened upon a Yinped that was....not interested in moving on to a much more lively host. Though, in the same respects, it’s kind of disgusting to think about the fact that this alien species was within the body of a dead man!! Did Yinpeds happen to have any semblance of mind reading powers? Better yet, let’s not ask that question for the sake of not becoming the universes most judgmental human. 

“How....do you prevent your host from decomposing then?” We’ve gone too far into the morbid deep end! Abort Shin abort! Curious as he was he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer. “You’d mentioned saving the body...but, well....”

#ofsteelandstardust #v: Space #eeeyyy good shits

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galradxctor‌:

     Ulaz’ ear twitched as he heard him speak as his back was to him. He made sure he had the right tablet for this scanning. Amber hues then looked over his shoulder as he spoke. Ulaz’ lips slightly curled a bit out of his comments,  “ Have they? I am sure it is never in good intentions… ” which was normal.  When it came to foreign things, many shut it out and place it with bad stories.  He remembers the paladins talking bout movies like that when they were in  space together. Ulaz found it interesting, of course, and tried to break it down  into detail instead of just seeing it as the entertainment that it was.

      The doctor moved quietly across the floor, walking back to Shin’s side. He looked down at him with a soft expression, “ Trust me, nothing bad will happen. I’m a doctor after all. ”

     The Galra then pulled out the device, “ This is probably way different than how humans do it. I will scan your body with this. It will give me all the information I need. It will make sure to get the right measurements and such other wonderful things. ”

“Not usually...” Hence why earthlings, at least per Shin’s expectation of past events, were likely blowing their collective cool at the arrival of even the Galra to earth. He could be wrong, he could be right, but it wasn’t quite the appropriate thing to be speaking about to a Galra no less. Shin kept his attention onto the Doc as the taller alien turned around with a device in hand at this point. The human man for a lack of anything better to do had been wiggling his mechanical toes while what was going to happen was explained to him. “The devices humans tend to use for scanning bodies are much larger, and you have to be moved into it..I think, how long might it take for your device to get this information?” Ever curious, he raised this question with intent to draw comparisons between the handheld dohickey and what...admittedly little Shin knew about earth medical technology like MRI’s.

#galradxctor #v: Space

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vsheart‌:

     Oh, twenty one. Well - he hadn’t been far off target then. Just two years ago this guy had been a teenager. At least he was able to reflect on things, regardless of his young age. Seemed he was the sort of guy who would ‘ live in the moment ‘. Nothing wrong with that. Planning could be overrated. Things could always go south. Personally, he would prefer to be prepared for bad things to happen ( and good things ), rather than just ‘ go with the flow ‘ and ‘ take things as they came ‘. Katsu considered himself as a free-thinking individual, but of course, he couldn’t expect the same sort of thing from someone this young. Especially ( and he felt a bit bad for being so judgmental ) - someone who was living on the streets. Then again, who knows, maybe being homeless brought fourth some sort of mental liberation. He wouldn’t know.

     ❝ I’m 28. ❞ Sharing his age wasn’t a big deal. He was often mistaken for being younger, thanks to his dyed hair ( it wasn’t very mature, was it? ).  ❝ Don’t worry. ❞ A small smile graced his lips.  ❝ I’m going to share the sushi with you. ❞ It had sounded like the other was still thinking about food, so it was probably a good thing to reassure him.  ❝ See - here we are. ❞ A nod was given towards the sign above the door to the sushi-place where Katsu often ate. He held the door open for the other, the sound of a bell ringing subtly when he pulled the door open. Stepping inside behind the other, Katsu greeted the owner with a wave of his hand. With his dyed hair and piercings ( and also being a bit taller than average ), he was easily recognized in the shops where he could be considered ‘ regular ‘.  ❝ I would like the big plate today, please. ❞ He told the owner, who smiled and accepted Katsu’s payment which he had now put on the counter. After paying, Katsu sat himself down to wait for their order. Out of habit, he pulled up his sketchbook, glancing over at Shin for a moment, he wondered if maybe he should sketch him.

Twenty eight, so there was a sizable difference between them. Guess that made sense as to why this young-looking man was going off about luck and being young. The behaviors made sense, for the most part, though as they neared closer and soon enough reached the location of the sushi shop. Shin exhaled a sigh of relief that this was something tangible, something he was actually going to receive. He hadn’t even quite taken a moment to think about it, but he was without question hungry. As they stepped into the building, a hand rested against the front of his hoodie as if to quell the beast that was his rumbling stomach, gurgling ferociously as the scent of the restaurant reached his nostrils. He sat down with Katsu, blue eyes shifting from staring at his own stomach, to glancing around the restaurant itself to get a feel for his environment. Though, it was at that time that Shin realized the older blond had....something in hand now? Would it be rude to call attention to the booklet? Best not to ruin this now that they were in the restaurant. Yet, what else was there to speak about? He’d scratch at the back of his neck as he made an attempt to ask. “So...do you always pass time with something like that?” So smooth, 10/10 Shin.

#vsheart #dont mind one bit #all the better even <3

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SCARY MUSE AESTHETICS  /  BOLD or italicize all that apply!

bloodied knuckles  /   tear-stained cheeks /  rust  / a busted lip  /  claws  / fangs  / a bloody nose / chattering teeth  /  a dark space underneath the bed  / scratching on the walls /  creaking metal /  dancing under moonlight /  blood dripping lips / heavy breathing in the dark  /  a feeling of unexplained dread / a figure in a dark corner /  dirty, peeling wallpaper  / a bloody hand print on the wall / sobbing in the dark  /  bite marks on the skin / eerie whispers /  a hood covering a stranger’s eyes / the growl of a hidden animal /  the sound of a blade being sharpened  / a deep, dark forest /  walking on the streets alone at night /  a cobweb-filled, abandoned building  / eyes darting in paranoia  / a heavy-beating pulse  / the feeling of being trapped /  struggling to get out a scream  /  boards covering broken windows  / a quiet graveyard /  a gas station in the middle of nowhere / a road that never ends  / heavy fog rolling in / the scent of blood in the air /  eerie old photographs /  walking along train tracks at night  /  a chill going up the spine  / gathering crows  /  a dusty, dimly lit study /  mist over a deserted cobblestone street /  ghost towns  / shadows around a campfire  /  the sound of chanting /  church bells tolling /  an orange harvest moon /  a broken-down carnival  /  a dirty, abandoned stuffed animal  / wiping bloody hands on fabric / nightmares  / waking up in a panic /  a power outage  /  heavy lightning storms /  a secret trap door  /  the feeling of being watched  / fear from trauma  /  a ouija board set out on a table  /  an eerie doll  / a scream of anguish and pain /  withered plants  / a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust / owl eyes in the dark / curled, dead tree branches /  a ritual altar /  flickering candles  /  a lantern held up in the dark  / the fear of being followed  /  creaking floorboards / repressed, horrible memories /  clenched teeth  / soft, echoing piano keys  /  an old book covered in dust / many pairs of glaring eyes / stumbling in pitch black darkness /  being stranded in the middle of nowhere  /  tarot cards on a table  /  a trail of blood /

Tagged by: @galradxctor Tagging: Anyone who would like too.

#muse #shin; the least scary hooman ever with some dark asthetics the post

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clandestinare‌:

     “Oh, freestyle, huh?” Gabriele hummed, lips curling up slightly in amusement. “Kudos to you, then. Not everyone can freestyle so easily. I look forward to it.”

     Gabriele was practically known in the studio for being exceptional at freestyle, as well as choreographing. Sure, his style was not particularly flashy, but the movements flowed well enough—with the occasional pop—that it seemed to impress the masses.

     As the song came to a close, the dancer quickly adjusted to finish up the choreography. Once the dancer had finished, an applause and cheer filled the room. It was wonderful, how supportive those in the studio were.

     “Looks like you’re up next. Remember to have fun~”

Shin may not have quite known how this crowd would react to his style of dance. After all, break dancing could debatably be considered a niche among styles since so few practiced it in modern day-today life. But, it was what he knew he was good at. He’d made his way over to the open space left behind by the previous dancer. Taking a couple of deep breaths to steady himself, with a single hop, the momentum of his leg carried the beginning of his dance. 

It wasn’t any prolonged routine, no longer than roughly a minutes worth of dancing. But it was enough to show-off, maybe garner the attention of some simply by the matter of how much spinning he was doing. He took a moment once back on his feet and finished to catch his breath, fix his mess of black hair, before he’d quietly begin to retreat back towards where Gabriele was sitting not far from his belongings. Equally as humble as his words, Shin didn’t expect uproarious applause for his dancing. Which is why he was so calm about returning back to the sidelines in spite of the performance he’d just gave. 

#clandestinare

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[[Drafts: 6, Asks: Kill me Queue: 4]]

[Doing my best to work on things as I am motivated too. Hope ya’ll are having a lovely week. If ya wanna get ahold of me more readily mutuals are welcome to hmu for/on discord.]

#occ #mun post

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one man, three kinds on blushes

#muse #Face Claim

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mertensiaovum‌:

               “Can’t everyone?” There’s a snicker in her throat,”I didn’t know that was believed to be species specific.” Was she teasing him a bit? Of course, though she was soon looking up from the task at hand as his processing seemed to lag for a moment. A flash of concern had taken hold of her features but it seemed he was simply catching up with himself. It was always a concern when such things happened. Sometimes it meant there was a connection problem as well as a wide variety of other issues so she kept her eyes on him the entire time he seemed to gather himself. “Shall I get you a micro wrap for your port connector? It will help with the muscle tremors and add support for the organic portions of your leg to take some of the strain off.” As volatile as she might’ve seemed, she was incredibly focused when it came to her occupation. Especially when it concerned another’s well being. 

She was hardly kind but she knew how to find that kindness she once had when it counted. Her attention returned to setting up and when she was done she settled her claws at the new leg on her own to examine it for a moment. “A bear though? Is it some kind of.. Mammal?” Hiraeth would always be more interested in animals than she was anything else, it was as much a personal preference as it was instinctive for her. “Work is secondary to health, remember that.” Though the mention of a salamander had her brows furrowing as she picked up her tools and got to work on taking his other leg offline so she could get to it. “Salamander? What is that? My limb regeneration is.. Complex. It takes weeks for them to grow back and its always a painful process as they grow. Imagine getting cut with hot iron and then triple that feeling and have it be there for weeks, that is what it feels like when my limbs regrow. I can halt the process and just remain limbless but I cannot be fashioned with prosthesis to replace them due to my bone and skin density. So it is either be limbless or suffer. Obviously I choose the latter as I need my limbs to take care of others.” 

There was a brief moment, as the piss was being taken out of his comment that Shin simply, stared at the floating flubber in front of him. A nonverbal ‘really?’ being shot across the room as he opted to not comment on the teasing in favor of instead regaining focus. As the reflexive feeling passed so too did his mild annoyance towards the squishes comments. As he instead replied in turn to her inquiry. “What would a micro wrap entail? The strain hasn’t been as much of a concern in the years I’ve had these prosthetics, but reconnecting a limb is always...difficult.” On account of the reaction his body wants to have when getting control over a limb back. 

With talk of animals coming back up Shin would be able to find himself resting where he was seated, with the book resting page-down against his chest as he spoke. “Yes. A mammal, though that’s just about the only constant between every bear by earth’s knowledge of the animal. As like many other things from our planet, they’re rather varied.” He’d shift his gaze off to the side at the comment about work, choosing not to give his opinion on the matter to avoid arguing with a furious ooze. Instead, as he began to loose feeling in his leg on it’s way towards offline status, he’d be grateful for comparisons between the squish and a familiar animal to serve as a distraction.

“A salamander is a term for a type of lizard on earth. Generally that kind of animal like you just described. Will regenerate a lost limb though it’s own process, I’m pretty sure it takes upwards of a month or longer to fully regrow the limb. And I don’t know if the creature suffers during the time by which it is happening.” 

#mertensiaovum #v: Space #throws in another subtle reference to call her by

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ofsteelandstardust‌:

“Three humans,” Jexa acknowledges with a small smile. “Come to think of it, meeting you means that I know six humans.”

“I hope so, too. It would be nice if the fix was somewhat simple. Well, as simple as an issue with an old, modified gun can have.” Jexa shifts their weight from one foot to their other, adjusting their posture to get more comfortable. It’s been a while since they’ve been able to relax, standing but not immediately hurrying to do something. 

The work of which he was doing at this point, now that he was able to visually identify didn’t seem as intensive for the human male. As he underwent the procedures to put an effort into fixing it, he’d idly tap one of his metal toes against the floor. Creating a light noise to occupy their conversation. “Six? That’s rather impressive to say the least.” What with how few humans he’s seen, that being no more than he could count on one hand? 

“It’s certainly not a simple fix, taking into consideration what I’m seeing here. But at the very least I’m going to try and not waste your time if I find more problems in the process of trying to fix what I’m seeing. I’ll know in a matter of tics whether or not it’d even be worth it.”

#ofsteelandstardust #v: Space

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midori-passenger‌:

“Well….” Aster begins, debating on just how much (or how little) to tell the unknowing human. “To simplify something pretty complicated, I’m actually a tiny little creature that needs a host to survive. You know, kinda like the characters in the Earth book The Host or the movie Venom.” He pauses before adding, “ except I’m a lot less violent than them.”

“So....” Perhaps an improper place for his mind to go too, catching just what this creature might be based off the references to earth-culture dropped. Shin didn’t hold back his choice of words. “You’re possessing a human body then? Was this person okay with being...taken over? Or did you not-so-violently take over? Is there times when they come back into control?” There didn’t seem to be any immediate judgement in his words or tone. Yet rather, the mechanic prodded with a scrutinous squint of his blue eyes, waiting to gather more info before he’d form an opinion about the alien.

#midori-passenger #v: Space

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vsheart‌:

      It was pretty easy to see that Shin was not a lucky guy. The way he placed his sorry earnings into a shabby wallet, and the water bottle into a bag which Katsu assumed contained most of his belongings… Yeah - it was sad. When interacting with people whose life looked this tragic, Katsu knew he should feel fortunate about his own situation. He should feel happy that he had a family who loved and supported him for who he was. He had a cozy apartment with as many plants as he had ever wanted. He had a job that paid fairly well, where he basically got to do what he loved doing. Did all of this make him lucky? Probably. Yet, he would’ve given EVERYTHING up if that could change what had happened in the past. He shoved his hands down his pockets to warm them. He didn’t want to think about those days.

     Good fortune and Karma hadn’t been on his side either. It was impossible to feel fortunate about his life when something like that had happened to him. Katsu rolled his shoulders a little in a vague shrug.  ❝ Probably. ❞ He didn’t want to talk about himself.  ❝ But ey, it’s too early to tell, right? You’re still young. ❞ Definitely younger than Katsu himself.  ❝ I’m not gonna be one of those ‘ just wait for good things to come ‘-kinda guys, but I’m guessing you’re only what… Twenty? ❞ He looked him up and down as he guessed his age.  ❝ So chances are you’re gonna have at least one good thing happen to you sooner or later. ❞

Blue eyes stared at the taller male as he gave his response. He couldn’t say he personally agreed or even understood for that matter how someone could have such a belief in luck that age factored into the matter. Still, he’d pocket his wallet into a pocket, and shrug his shoulders, correcting Katsu. “Twenty one actually.” Because one year makes so much of a difference Shin, the difference between free sushi or starving for the night! But really, a light hum sounded from the man, as he shrugged his shoulders admitting. 

“Regardless of whether luck is bound to happen in due time or five minutes from now. I’m much more appreciative of what’s happening this very moment.” Was it obvious that food was still on his mind? “How old are you anyways?” Might as well counter the guess with a question.

#vsheart #sobs quietly #i can not retort to wise old dude with anything major im sorry

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[5 asks, 7 drafts]

#occ #mun post #proud of how low I've gotten it down too #love you all #I shall crawl off to bed now

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[[Working on drafts and queueing them bc I don’t wanna pressure myself anymore than I already might be.]]

#occ #mun post #lowkey might be a bit overwhelmed by various irl things #but i still wanna write #i still wanna enjoy myself #i still love shin and all of you #so ima post in the most low stress way as i can #please look forward to it

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Things I like to know about rp partners!!

i like to be called: Gab

my favourite colour is: Blue, Black, or Red

gender: female

one thing you should know about me:I like to keep myself busy, and part of that includes partaking in various hobbies ranging from tabletop gaming, mmo gaming, swimming and roleplaying.

one thing you should know about my muse(s): Shin is...very much so a character who is adaptable to the situation he is put into? Even I dont fully understand how he is going to tract to something until I start to write it out.

first language: English.

second language: None, my learning disability would make such beyond difficult.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?: I am, though I havent admittedly written it in such a long time? I’m much more comfortable fading to black when shit gets *real*

my favourite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action| other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:  does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts Tagged by: @galradxctor Tagging: Anyone who’d like to do this

#occ #mun post