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so i have moved blogs and decided to stay over there! like this if you’d like to be followed by me on my new blog!!
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so i have moved blogs and decided to stay over there! like this if you’d like to be followed by me on my new blog!!
#general / ooc#i was friends only for a bit bc i was mostly just not online#but now im lowkey back so#yeah!!!
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im going on a hiatus for around a month or two from this blog. i’ve moved to a friends only blog for now due to lack of inspiration and energy. for now i just want to write with friends and vibe without feeling too bad about dropping threads or having my mutuals wait forever for a reply ic and ooc. most of my mutuals here have my discord so feel free to message me there! anyway, goodbye for now ♡
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Waves, waves !! I'm Serin & I'm opening commissions. My dog needs surgery & I'm obligated as a doggo mom to do everything I can, starting from what I can do. I do mostly art & graphics, examples can be found in my CARRD along with prices and how the payment goes ♥
I can do graphics that cover almost everything you can think of: icon borders, banners, dividers, promos, even backgrounds !! if the material is permitted to use ( your original characters, original art, official art, etc ). As for my art: I will do ship fanart, canon fanart, original characters, difficult or heavy armor ( discussed & charged if needed ).
Thank you for reading. Please like & reblog to spread the word !! Thanks a bunches !! Here is my ko - fi.
#general / signal boost#reblogging this on my main too#pls consider commissioning!!!#the art and graphics are so pretty
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he full on chokes for a good minute, both on his spit and a stray fur fluff that’s gone awry from bonbon. she’s still in love with you. it sours him a little; he loves amelia, he does, but they just…didn’t work. not in the long run of things, and not in the aspect of if he can control this all or not. there’s no part of him that thinks of her in the long scheme of it all –– besides the normal amount. maybe it was just fun in high school, he doesn’t know; but he has a bigger mission to be working on now, one that makes everything just that much harder. truthfully, malachi doesn’t want her to see the monster that he’s become. it’s so damn easy to pretend that he doesn’t care about it, because he’s closed himself off to it; he does what he has to because breaking this curse and retaining the magic is the most important part of it. it’s essential. it’s easier to focus on it without a woman who’s part reaper looking over his shoulder, frowning and seeing the souls he’s going to take, the blood he’s willing to spill in order to keep his own. ❝ i don’t think that. that’s been over for a really long time now. i’m not interested in a relationship, anyway. ❞ fingers lightly run along bonbon’s spine again and he bites at the inside of his lip. there’s a twist in his stomach, the thought of amelia still wanting him. of still being the person that she knew, not the person he was now. ❝ if she could see the things i’ve done, she’d never want that again. ❞ a shrug of his shoulders, like it doesn’t bother him. like he doesn’t feel sick inside counting each and every life he’s taken and the blood that he’s spilled.
❝ he travels through nightmares? that’s horrifying. does that mean he can see your naughty dreams about him too? ❞ check him putting up extra wards tonight, making sure that a snooping demon doesn’t wind up moving through his. the occult shop is fine –– it’s got lots of material and he’s browsed it over once or twice already, but something about shaddix has always put him at odds. he doesn’t know if it’s the aura he gives off or the wards that he has put in place to keep the place as cleansed as possible. something about him feels off, like he can see through malachi’s bullshit, like he knows what’s coming for rose. there’s an uncomfortable shift and bonbon protests, digging her claws into his thigh and forcing out a hiss from his own lips. eyes glance up at rose though, taking in the way that the moonlight tumbles along her skin; she’s almost glowing with the power that’s refueling her, with the cascade of light that makes patterns on her skin from the blinds. it accents her like she’s been made for it, like she’s some sort of goddess, and he’s quick to divert his attention before it can get him in trouble. before he lets the needs of man get in the way of the needs of malachi. ❝ i’m not obsessed. i’m…curious. ❞ eyebrow raises ever so slightly at her, and he tucks an arm behind his head, then brings his gaze back up toward the ceiling. he counts the tiles there, recalls them over and over again to keep his mind occupied. ❝ i didn’t have a coven. my magic’s out of spite –– one of my ancestors hung a witch after promising he would keep her secret. she cursed the family line so that each generation, one child would be cursed with black magic. the more they used it, the more it killed them. my aunt got the shaft end of it; it consumed her and my father found her dead in the cemetery, bled out into the soil. ❞ is that going to be his fate? is he going to wind up just like all the others before he can actually manage to break this thing? it sends a chill down his spine; his skin feels too tight, his blood pumping too loud –– a familiar anxiety that threatens to choke him if he lets it. ❝ then there’s me. unlucky spawn who got the magic. ❞ he rolls his neck against the couch so that he can look at her, slight smirk on his lips before it fades away. ❝ i’m going to break it. keep my magic and end it for the rest of my lineage. teach the witch a lesson. ❞
she has to remind herself just who she was talking to. it was malachi, the stupid couch surfer, the rat who infested her home and lingered around like a teenage son. but that still doesn’t stop the soft ache in her chest, that familiar feeling of pity and guilt nicking away at her from the inside. the sense of pity was natural, his story was sad and tragic, rose resonates with it in a way. he was working hard to keep his magic, rose was working hard to survive. all of this was because of their magic, so she understands him there. the guilt, however, was the part of her that feels bad about her own views on her magic. malachi clearly cares a lot about his own, he wants to keep it and thrive with it as a witch typically wants. while rose would be content if hers was sucked dry. in any circumstance that allowed her to give up her power freely, without causing any damage or issues, she would in a heartbeat. it’s caused her nothing but pain and misery, and for what? to be able to cast spells? it wasn’t worth having to murder over, it wasn’t worth spending her life on the run for. and it certainly wasn’t worth closing herself off from making real, human connections with people. so she feels guilty, having sat and listened to malachi’s story and still being unable to feel differently about magic. it’s nothing but a nuisance, everyone’s magic was. it was troublesome. no matter where a witch went chaos followed, even the purest, brightest of witches. people wanted to take and take and take, and that alone was troublesome enough.
“ breaking curses like that requires a lot of sacrifice... ” roselle points out after a few moments of silence, turning her head slightly to peer over at him. although she’s never had to worry about such spells, she’s seen them written down in grimoires. some were quite ruthless, and others seemed quite simple. so really she wasn’t entirely sure how much power it took, it wasn’t something she ever had to concern herself about. watching him for a while, her attention flickers down to bonbon who moves to make herself comfortable on the man’s lap, curling up in a ball and falling into a soft slumber. it leaves her absolutely baffled, having never seen the feline tolerate anyone as much. even with women, bonbon didn’t like being as close to them as she were to malachi. amelia, however, was an exception. bonbon adored the girl, rose liked to tease it was because amelia was ‘ part fish ’, but the truth was rose didn’t really know either. she doesn’t want to think about it, she doesn’t want to wonder what this means. so she turns her head away once again, inhaling softly and perching her head on her knuckles. “ you know, if you had of told me this sooner i wouldn’t have hated you from the minute you broke into my apartment, ” a gentle smile graces her lips and she turns her head ever so slightly to peer over at the man, “ in fact, i would have offered to help you out. ” it was just in her nature, a part of her being she couldn’t change. the want to help others, the urge to put others before herself, no matter who they were. she’d blame it on the kind of witch she was, but moon witches were created to maintain balance in the world, not help every lost soul who crosses their path. perhaps that is why roselle would be so willing to give up her magic, she doesn’t truly fit in with her kind. but malachi - malachi is so much more complex than she could have ever imagined, the peak behind the veil that was his life was enough to keep her hooked, to keep her wanting to know more. shifting abruptly, rose straightens up in her seat, stretching her arms out in front of her with a gentle yawn. “ i’m hungry and you’ve eaten all the food. i’m not in the mood to cook so i think i’ll go out to eat... maybe have a cocktail or two,” rising to her feet, she wanders over and pulls on her shoes, “ you coming? ”
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another day another post from me proclaiming my hatred for the spicy bots give it a rest my block list is longer than my discord friend list
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personally, he tries not to think about the joker too often, not now that he’s in san francisco and far away from gotham. it lingers at the edge of his mind, but he tries to put it to the far back for the sake of his own sanity. there was always one that got away, and the joker was always that in gotham, no matter how many times they caught up to him. some part of him wonders if bruce just can’t bring himself to actually end the game of cat and mouse that they began so long ago. if you lock away your greatest enemy, then who do you have to fight against? who are you going to actively fight day in and day out? but jason pushes it away because he has problems of his own. especially given the fact that deathstroke is still somewhere out there, and the fact that he can still feel the breeze rushing past him right before he was meant to hit the ground. it sends a shiver down his spine, one that the joker hasn’t managed to do, and lets out a slow, shaky breath as his fingers linger on the door knob. ❝ eh, you wanted to watch them and personally i was fine. it just makes me want to throw things and punch the tv, you know, to show that i can beat a clown or two. protect the damsel in distress. ❞ he sends a cheeky smile over his shoulder, attempting the bravado that he holds so damn close to his chest on any given day. it’s hard and it wavers at the edges, but he pushes through it and steps out into the hall, heading down into the kitchen to grab some drinks and some popcorn. he makes around four bags –– he knows him and autumn both zone out during movies and if it’s a scary one, things’ll wind up flying up in the air. he also grabs some water bottles and heads back, quick to duck in and out unseen just like he has done since he was a kid and needed to get around gotham without being the center of attention.
he sets the goods on the foot of the bed, near autumn, and then crawls into the space that he normally occupies when he sleeps. his body stretches out and he curls an arm underneath his head, eyes glued to the screen as she keeps going through the titles until she lands on one that she deems worthy enough. ❝ don’t believe everything hank says. if you do that, you’ll believe sex in the city is some sort of porno when in reality it’s just a lot of drama and boring relationships. ❞ there’s an amused smile that touches his lips for a minute before he stretches a little more, sock clad foot lightly nudging at her thigh. ❝ it looks fine. put it on. ❞ he sinks down a little more into the pillows that he keeps, but then he frowns and sits up. snagging the pillow, he drapes it into autumn’s lap and then allows his head to rest there, eyes settling on the screen as he grabs for a piece of popcorn. ❝ you mind? ❞
when jason leaves the room autumn can’t help back watch after him, her gaze fixated on the spot he was in moments ago. he seems fine now but she still wants to know what’s going on in his head, what kind of thoughts he’s having and why he’s closing himself off to everyone else. she may be helping, even just for now, but she wants to be able to help him get by this funk. by the time she’s funnelled through these thoughts she hears him strolling his way back to his room, catching sight of his shadow as he creeps closer to the door. quickly, autumn turns back to the tv as he enters and puts the snacks by her side, but she’s swift in moving onto her hands and knees and crawling her way up to the top of the bed, sitting up with her back against the wall and feet sprawled out. he seems comfortable enough until he suddenly shifts just as she presses play, dumping his pillow in her lap and resting his head down, asking for her permission only after getting comfy. it brings an amused smile to her lips and she responds by resting her hand atop his head, nimble fingers combing through brown locks. “ only if i get to play with your hair. ” and she knows that wouldn’t be an issue. so the movie plays and conversation dies out, nothing but the noise of the television and the occasional munching on popcorn catching her attention.
twenty minutes go by rather slowly, autumn can’t really get into the movie, her thoughts are too loud. her fingers never once left his hair, they spent the whole time worming through his locks, twirling little strands around her fingers, fluffing sections up some and then smoothing them back out, she even gave his scalp a scratch. and she did it all without realising she was even doing it. it makes her wonder why she’s like this by nature when jason says not everyone is. was she doing this solely for his comfort, or was this also providing her comfort? being close to someone, physically touching them - that closeness made autumn’s anxiety disperse, so was she actually just being selfish? just as her thoughts begin to spiral somewhere she doesn’t want them to her attention flickers from the screen and down to jason’s head, watching as she mindlessly plays with the hair near his temple. a wicked thought springs to mind, one that silences all the others and a smirk wiggles its way onto her lips as she gives his ear a gentle tug, waiting a few seconds before proceeding to poke his cheek. then pinch his nose... and then fumble with his lips.
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IT'S FIGHT NIGHT !!
SOZOKAMI a computer game that features muses from manga, video games, and other forms of medias, DLC AVAILABLE, with focus on the original character, the Jekyll/Hyde sorcerer, AHMYA BUSHIDA !! established circa. 2021
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because sooner or later, you’re going to become relevant to my plan. his eyes don’t waver from where they’re focused on roselle, almost daring her to look away first. he tries not to let his ego smart at the simple fact that she doesn’t care about any of this. no, he’s just some friend of amelia’s who’s come around and caused trouble, who’s flounced on her couch for long enough now, and he wants to keep it that way. if he keeps himself as dissociated from her as possible, then the fact remains that he’ll be able to actually do this. he’ll be able to kill her when the time comes, get her blood, and move on to the next phase in breaking the curse. it should be simple and on the surface it is –– malachi’s done far worse in order to get the pieces he needs to break whatever hold this bullshit curse has on him and his family. so why does taking out one of amelia’s friends almost feel like it’s off limits? like some moral boundary seems to go up when he hasn’t had one before? his eyes narrow at her slightly, but he keeps his lips tightly pressed together. he can’t reveal anything; if he even gives her the slightest of hints of what he’s doing here, it’ll all go to hell. the girl is far smarter than she lets on and she can see through him as well to a certain extent. malachi has to traverse it carefully and he knows it.
❝ because –– ❞ malachi’s voice abruptly cuts off as he watches the white feline stroll into the room, eyes narrowing more. his body goes tense as she jumps up on the couch; he hasn’t forgotten about the scratches to his face when he had appeared in roselle’s apartment after the whole shadow incident with amelia. but to his surprise the cat headbutts him, and then practically demands pets. his movements are halting and staggered as he carefully pets the feline, but they slowly grow more measured, fingers lightly curling at the backs of her ears and then running along her tail at the end of each pet. bonbon seems content to collapse in his lap for now, and he doesn’t know if it counts as a win or a failure. either way, he takes it in stride, before his head snaps up to meet roselle’s eyes, bewilderment etched across his features. ❝ kiss me? why in the fucking world would i think you would kiss me? is this some weird damsel in distress kink you have because honey i’m not here to play it. ❞ his nose scrunches up and he pets the feline a little more quickly, only slowing once he feels her claws beginning to dig into his thigh with warning. ❝ pretty sure you’re gay for amelia, anyway. or that weird demon with his nose in the books all the time. so no, the thought of you kissing me never even came to mind, thank you very much. ❞ there’s a soft huff that leaves his lips and he brings his eyes down to bonbon, lightly scratching underneath her chin and feeling the purr vibrate throughout his whole arm. ❝ seems like you hit the supernatural motherload here if you ask me. finally found a town where your coven isn’t crawling from the rafters ready to pounce. ❞
he has a way of amusing her with just the simplest of words, sometimes just the smallest of expressions as well. sometimes it provides a type of warmth she’s only experienced around friends, sometimes it scratches that wicked itch she has. she watches as he awkwardly panics a little as bonbon leaps up but then eases and begins to scratch the small ball of fur. it’s the most amusing sight to behold, he seems so stiff and scared. it was as if he has never even come across a cat before. but then again, rose doesn’t know anything about him. he very well could have never pet a cat before, and she wouldn’t be any of the wiser. he then looks up and shoots her a look which has her shifting her stance, folded arms falling to her sides as she gives a laugh. roselle wanders over to her armchair and plops down, giving a shake of her head. “ if the relationship between me and amelia was romantic it would be easier for me. she’s my friend, i don’t make much of those, ” she explains, but turns to glare briefly in his direction, “ and it’s not because i can’t make friends, it’s because i don’t want to before you make some kind of smart remark. ” turning away, her attention turns to the window, looking out at the starry sky from where she sits with a soft smile.
“ plus, i think she may still be in love with you. i’m not too sure, i have never been good at detecting or feeling that kind of emotion. ” which, in a strange way, is why she’s okay with dating people for short periods of time and then ditching them when she moves. there is no love involved, but with friendships it is different. or the ones rose has so far are. “ and shaddix, that’s his name by the way, ” the demon in question deserved to be named, “ we’re not really friends. he hurt me... emotionally, that is, before we met officially. he does this weird thing where he can enter your dreams and he feeds off your nightmares or something. well, my nightmare wasn’t something i really wanted to relive. i found him, we argued, now i think we just tolerate each other and help each other when needed. ” whilst explaining, she deliberately leaves out any information about her coven, because he seemed to like bringing it up a lot. and he does so, again, which brings a sigh to her lips. instead of answering straight away she continues to stare out the window and over at the moon, almost as if his comment had drained her of all energy and she was silently recharging. “ you seem obsessed, malachi. why does my coven intrigue you so much? as a fellow witch, i thought you’d understand the annoyance that comes with this type of thing. ” they were always there, watching, lingering, ruining her life. the last place she wanted her coven was brought up in conversations with people who weren’t them. shifting, rose leans against the chair, closing her eyes over tiredly, allowing herself to soak up the energy the moon was willingly providing for her. “ ... and it doesn’t matter how comfortable i am, who i meet and who i become friends with. this chapter of my life will come to a close soon enough and i will move on just as i always have. ”
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Exhaustion must have hit Marc all at once, most likely a result of Jake’s many nightly escapades wearing the body down, it having gotten to the point where the second Marc closed his eyes, Jake was able to slide into the driver’s seat without much trouble. Granted, whenever Jake fronted, it was usually long after Marc and Steven were asleep, allowing them to remain blissfully unaware to the guardian that is Jake. It is the reason why he keeps his contract with Khonshu, why he still allows the pájaro bastardo to heal the body after each job he completes. And it is the reason why he does not reveal himself. To protect them.
Layla, however, is another story altogether. She is the only one who has seen him and lived, as he had stepped in during the chaos that unfolded in Egypt those months ago. But he had to, even if it meant exposing himself, he had to protect Marc. And when he met Layla again, when she tried to coax him out to a much confused Marc, he had made her promise never to tell either Marc or Steven about him. Despite the worry that his secret would come out, she remained true to her word and not a single mention of his name was ever uttered to them, much to his appreciation. Marc and Steven were lucky, Layla was quite the woman.
So when he fronts again, their meetings becoming more frequent, he greets her kindly, keeping his face hidden behind the newspaper while he fixes his mustache. Steven always kept the face so clean, much to Jake’s displeasure. But once secured, he glances down at the paper to notice Khonshu reassembling the newsprint in order to relay information about his next target. And when Layla ultimately steps out of the apartment, Khonshu speaks gravely: She knows. Jake, however, shakes his head, dismissing the words, and notices that he had left without taking an umbrella.
He finds her along the park sidewalk, her lie easily detected, but he still smiles in kindness anyway. “ Eso es desafortunado, ” That’s unfortunate, he states before offering his arm for her to hold on to. “ ¿Quieres un café? ” Want a coffee?
it takes her a few moments to take his offered arm, which she knows is a dead giveaway that something was wrong, but she plays it off with another wide smile. “ cierto. ” sure. her strides are short as her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, her mind racing with so many questions and thoughts. how should she play this? she felt so many emotions, some old ones that were resurfacing, the lack of trust in the man, even if it was yet again... another man. the first time she felt like this was upon meeting steven when she was convinced marc was lying to her face. now this time jake was here, who was also lying to her. not to her face, but he was lying. about something. was he lying about wanting to protect marc and steven? was it all just a huge con to keep her quiet so she didn’t reveal his existence to her husband? it never did sit right with her, marc deserved to know, right? it was his body after all.
her chest heaves and she tries to push the panic down. taweret is still here, she can feel her presence, but it does little to comfort her as she flashes jake a quick look, trying to think how what she should do before they return to the apartment. was he going to kill her? would he kill her? layla, from the moment she met marc, has always just wanted what was best for him. she’s wanted to protect him, and that was before finding out all of the trauma he carried. now that urge to wrap her arms around her husband and shield him from harm is so much stronger - but she doesn’t know how she can handle this. her gut tells her to tell marc, he deserves to know. and so does steven, he’s just as important as marc, and steven was never comfortable with khonshu and what he was doing with marc. she should tell them.
coming to a stop, layla tugs jake to a stop also and gives a quiet laugh, lifting a hand to awkwardly scratch her temple. “ uh - sabes, soy tan estúpida. ” you know, i’m so stupid. glancing off into the distance, she laughs again, turning back to jake and locking eyes with him, trying not to shy away from his gaze. “ marc se durmió antes de que pudiera contarle lo de la carta que encontré en la puerta. se trata de nuestra antigua casa juntos... ¿puedo hablar con él muy rápido? es importante que lo sepa. Solo será un minuto, lo juro. ” marc fell asleep before i could tell him about the letter i got through the door. it's about our old house together... can i speak to him real quick? it’s important he knows. it'll only be a minute, i swear.
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im listerally emailing tumblr about these bots its getting fucking ridiculous i get like 4/5 a day and i’m sick of getting excited when i get a notification thinking someone has replied or another rp blog as followed me and it’s sarah from alabama who is a leo and likes to have some fun and likes to express this through the excessive use of emojis
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tell me why i logged on to 2 nots and immeidately said to myself “these are going to be spicy bots and im going to riot” and they were indeed spicy bots.
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