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bastardswxrd · 3 years
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hello hello!! im zeke and this is my shiny new rp blog! i write a mix of ocs and canon characters, which can be found on my roster! i have a lot of experience rping and i’m very flexible and open if you have any interest in writing with: an old as balls vampire; a 45 year old vampire trucker; a 22yo teleporting hellion; a (generally modern versed) ignis scientia; a murder suspect actor oc; klaus hargreeves; or a 20-something delinquent, give this post a like or a reblog and check out my blog!  
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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hello hello!! im zeke and this is my shiny new rp blog! i write a mix of ocs and canon characters, which can be found on my roster! ive been rping on tumblr since 2013 and i started rping in general long before that and i am very flexible if you have any interest in writing with: an old as balls vampire; a 45 year old vampire trucker; a 22yo teleporting hellion; a (generally modern versed) ignis scientia; a murder suspect actor oc; or klaus hargreeves, give this post a like or a reblog and check out my blog!  
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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hello hello!! im zeke and this is my shiny new rp blog! i write a mix of ocs and canon characters, which can be found on my roster! ive been rping on tumblr since 2013 and i started rping in general long before that and i am very flexible if you have any interest in writing with: an old as balls vampire; a 45 year old vampire trucker; a 22yo teleporting hellion; a (generally modern versed) ignis scientia; a murder suspect actor oc; or klaus hargreeves, give this post a like or a reblog and check out my blog!  
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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*steeples my fingers because the main thing i have left before i can kick off my new blog and officially move is promos and graphic design is not my passion*
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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you know when you’re splitting something with someone you love and you intentionally take the smaller/otherwise worse half so they can have the better one… yeah
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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:') the way klaus' voice breaks on 'we were just kids. little kids'
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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Sooooo I'm beginning the slow process of archiving this blog and transferring everyone to a tidier new blog. I'll keep writing on here for now and switch threads over once the blog is ready to go
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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Sighing, Klaus plunked his pilfered lawn chair down on the boardwalk and situated the cooler that he’d been dragging beside it. He swung the sheet of cardboard out from under his arm and set it against the cooler before stepping back to make sure it was legible.       I talk to dead people! the sign proclaimed in bold, black sharpie. A little cartoon ghost on the bottom right waved at viewers with an empty speech bubble.      Satisfied with the setup, he plopped into the chair to wait.
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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my Klaus is MAINLY canon divergent, in that he releases Vanya from the cell and averts the apocalypse through family therapy and being a good brother, during which time he does a halfway decent job at staying sober and eventually starts a practice as a psychic. he doesnt charge people that much and often throws in freebies because he feels bad charging people to sit around and talk to people they already know. a lot of his clients will give him extra in gratitude, and he furnished the house he eventually bought with ‘uhhh, i dont want any money but if you have a [sofa/microwave/etc] you don’t want any more, i’d call us even’.  he makes a disclaimer at the beginning of every session that his client may not like what they here; crossing over doesn’t instantly give every ghost sudden clarity or peace, and they may hold on to grievances or vendettas that they had in life.  he begins this life as a psychic mostly because he was roped into the seance of another psychic, who turned out to be a fraud and could not hear the dead man screaming at her to tell his wife what he really thought. 
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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Critical Role 110 | Reverse Math
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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on all levels except physical i am heart shaped
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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if someone visits bills house, he feels a very strong compulsion to cook for them and feels very awkward if he cant offer them a beverage or at least a snack. in verses where he has a big friend group(especially where he’s a DM), he keeps beverages that he doesnt personally drink just for visitors who do
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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bezi feels VERY strongly that breakfast sausage should always be maple flavored
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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accidentalled​:
          “Yeah, I’m lookin’ for my brother,” he said. “I thought you were him.”
          And they do look similar, Jamie realized, more than just at a distance. Klaus has the same height, the same long, lanky frame, the same eyes… Fucking hell, the longer he looked, the more he saw that Klaus was almost the spitting image of Nathan. 
          “I heard some stuff t’ru the grapevine about what he’s been up to,” he explained. “And I think I need to talk to ‘im, but I can’t find him. You think y’can help me?”
As the fact this guy wasn’t a threat worked it’s way into Klaus’s lower brain, he began to relax. His death had been a gruesome one and an imprint of it whispered to Klaus if he watched too closely, but the guy was just looking for his brother... Klaus could relate to that.       His expression softening, Klaus nodded.        “I can try,” he promised. “What’s his name?”
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bastardswxrd · 4 years
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@dirtylimerick Taking a deep breath of the air, Ignis closed his sightless eyes and tried to construct an image of the lake in his mind, the water stretching out beyond them, the mountains framing it in, the trees rustling in the mild wind. He wished he could see it. He wished he could see Sean’s photography. But at least he was now free to enjoy it.       “I wish you could have met Noct,” he blurted, the sentiment bubbling up from some deep place inside him where his grief, and his memories of his friend, lay neat and hidden.
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