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I'm kinda dead for the main verse of Neo, but just recently I made a sideblog and created an Exorcist Angel!Neo AU for her in order to interact with the H*zbin universe, @silentbutsadistic, if anyone's interested to interact with a different flavor of the best ice cream girl.

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Independent Charlie Morningstar RP Blog!

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#gonna give this another round just in case BUT YEAH!!

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#self promo #promo #due to things and losing motivation to RP longer and serious stuff atm #follow my Charlie for casual shenanigans #or I intend to treat it like that but LMAO

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Miss Burnt Fingertips 🚬

#My art #Gallery #Neopolitan #I should be working on drafts but ehe #have art of the girl

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Now…this is how 𝘴𝘩𝘦 likes it! 🎩✨🍨

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For a meme kinda thing on Twitter, my Neo doesn't like it that much

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I recreated that one official bio for Neo with a drawing of mine- been wanting to do so for some time! 🍨

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Neo with leftover Afteran magic due to the possession so she can float and disappear in Cheshire fashion like the CC could do

Adding the: grow giant clawed paws close to the blue ones the CC used when in Neo's body, even if she probs could do that with her Semblance already

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Neo with leftover Afteran magic due to the possession so she can float and disappear in Cheshire fashion like the CC could do

Adding the: grow giant clawed paws close to the blue ones the CC used when in Neo's body, even if she probs could do that with her Semblance already

#My art #Gallery #Neopolitan #Headcanon

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In the process, Saki's own reaction to the poor youkai starts giving Neo an idea of the kind of person that the pegasus is. In fact, she's starting to see what the whole business is at all- someone who has lived among criminals for a few years would be able to tell when an equal is in sight.

Partially, the illusionist couldn't even help but to think about her long-lost partner, a certain redhead...

Carefully, the nervous youkai tries to attend the cooking pasta until her boss finishes the beer; startled and jumping a little, she goes to pick a new can for the spirit, and rushedly serves it on the table before going back to the food.

Taking the casserole with the noodles out of the fire, the fake youkai then serves the noodles alone in a bowl. Picks some vegetables that still seemed good, and then goes to sneakily pick some dense teriyaki sauce to write a message over the toppings.

It's obviously not what Saki asked for at all- the air isn't plagued by the good scent the ramen usually makes, and it's only once the illusion puts the bowl in front of the pegasus, that she smiles a little and takes a step back.

"Sorry. I was weak and shattered easily, boss." She says, in a tone that escapes the range of the previous shyness. On the bowl, 'Watch your back' can be read- the message starting to slide and disappear the more that the ingredients get drowned in the soup.

...and from behind, from the shadows, the predator finally comes out of her spot, ready to charge for Saki's table.

A small scoff escapes from Saki's lips when she hears the youkai's excuse. There isn't much sympathy coming from the pegasus as what she cares about most is saving her Gensokyo branch of the mafia. Business is business.

"Hmph. Seems like people 'round this place are pretty soft then. Back at the Beast Realm, we'd find the varmint and hang them by their ankles. Next time, I'll have to find a strong youkai to keep tabs on y'all so I don't have to clean up the mess."

Saki boasts to the other youkai with her will, it's part of what's helped her survive in the beast realm. A feat especially noteworthy due to her being a prey animal, a creature made to be wary of her surroundings and immediately respond to danger.

Her ears pick up the faintest sounds coming from the trees mixed in with the boiling of the noodles. She naturally stops and tenses up a bit as if she's trying to discern exactly what the source of the sound could be, but it's too difficult to tell with the added cooking sounds.

She turns herself back facing towards the youkai in a proper sitting position. It's difficult to shake the feeling of potential danger that is continuing to crawl up her spine. Her furrowed brow and narrowed pupils easily give away her sense of unease.

She hates it.

Tilting her head back, Saki begins to chug the rest of her drink. After several large gulps, the beer is completely drained from the glass.

"Gimme another." Drinking her beer while waiting for her ramen to be finished really is the best she can do right now to calm her nerves whilst also trying to keep a low profile.

#ic #verse: Gensokyo #kurokoma saki

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Her stay in the Ever After has been a torture. Even with it only being a month, the intensity made it feel as if it was over a year instead.

The isolation, her newest nature...the hunger as the predator she was now.

It took her a while, to find a reason to come back to Remnant, but now that she finally did, she was in the middle of somewhere. The Blacksmith told her she would be fine, sent to when she was needed most, but the illusionist found herself lost and confused, all while she tried to look for anyone that may be near, or any settlement she could come across, really.

Almost as if destiny read her mind though, a stranger started approaching her position, getting the small woman alert almost immediately, and making sure that her own Semblance was hiding all her feline features to appear as she was before, a simple human.

If anything, with all the things the mute has seen by now, a warrior in the woods wasn't going to startle her too much, or at the very least, Neo wasn't hostile right now, instead standing still and lifting a hand in the other's direction.

Xenia didn't look like she would know much about Vacuo's current status, but perhaps she would be enough to lead her somewhere else, back to civilization.

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Xenia had been on her own most of her life. Ever since she found out about what she was. A monster, not wanting to hurt anyone or to cause her family any issue's incase she had some sort of issue controlling herself. which was never the case but all the stories about werewolfs and the like didn't help. She ran away from home and has since lived among Grimm and other Critters. She uses her ability to sense emotions from humans to stay away from towns and such or to help lead the grimm she might have been staying near by to be away from the humans as she didn't want them to kill the humans. Not to say she hasn't had contact with people human or faunus but it was rare and for a short time. Xenia had set up home in a dead tree stump that was big enough she was able to live somewhat comfortably inside, taking things from campers and travelers that were dropped and sneaking in towns for a few odds and ends from time to time but mostly everything was things she made herself. The roof made out of leafs, sticks, and bark. with a layers middle so she could have a fire in the middle of her camp. Having noticed a great shift in the world recently she was planning on moving spots soon as it seemed more and more humans were traveling past where she had set up. On this day she felt the emotion of someone near by, but the exact emotion was confusing, like they were lost but also not all there. Out of curiosity Xenia grabbed her made poncho and went to seek out this person. Getting into a clearing she found someone. she tried her best to not be intimidating but that was pretty hard with how big she was and all the scars from living in the woods. "Hello? are you ok?" she called out.

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#ic #xenia rp #this was enough! thanks!!

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It was easy to expect people in this side of town to be rude, in fact, all Neo could do was raise an eyebrow in disbelief when Roxanne gave the first reply. Perhaps because her return from the Ever After was recent, being called a freak hurt a little more than she expected, but at the same time, it didn't get to the level of being insulted and mistreated by her own parents.

That aside...she didn't know what the pup's deal was. She was here to simply get her own milkshake, and she could easily get her way to buy another one without having to lose a single Lien.

However, before the illusionist turned around to walk to the counter to do the other a favor, she picked a handkerchief out of one of her back pockets, and offered it to Roxanne with a smug smile. Shit-eating grin, almost.

And then she was signalling the stranger to go with her if she wanted her order back that bad.

Nevermind the fact Roxanne has sounded rather aggressive so far. Neo was used to come across this kind of people, to the point that being away from Vale for so long made it feel refreshing, almost.

Finally, real people and not talking gummy bears of all flavors.

Roxanne's eyes were fixed on Neo's, liquid gold on sugar-pink and brown. She knew that cocksure attitude that seemed to think life was just one big joke that nobody else understood. That was exactly what Roxanne had been like, six years ago, and it made her mad.

Hella mad.

"You're a special kind of freak, huh, pink-eye?" she taunted, her voice barely contained as her blood screams for violence, as her teeth hunger for meat. They came easy to her, the taunts, the insults. It was easy to be cruel to others when you were always cruel to yourself.

She knew she could squish the girl, crush her underfoot like vermin.

But then she wouldn't have her milkshake and that gave Roxanne pause. She liked this shop, really liked it, if she were honest. It took her weeks to find it after she got banned from the other three shops by the plaza for ...anger-issue-related damages to shop inventory.

Maybe it was best to drop it, ...big maybe. She could visit Junior's and beat up a couple of his goons instead. Not that they deserved it but they were Xiongs, that was reason enough.

"Just buy me a new one and I won't harm a single hair on your pretty little head, alright pink-eye?"

#ic #valeanwerewolf

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My Neo, as commissioned from @shana340artblog ! 🍨

Thank you again! 🩷🤍🤎

#Gallery #Neopolitan

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I spent more time on this than I intended so have at THEE, I PREFER GIRLS, my RubyNeo edition

#My art #Gallery #neopolitan #ruby rose #strawberry shortcake

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Her return to Vale had the half-feline adapting slowly, carefully, like if everything has been a dream before. Wanting to avoid the usual area of Downtown in which Roman and her used to live in, Neo has been living in a shitty hotel room for a while now instead.

But there were always ways to fill the lonely moments of silence and the dread she felt when doing nothing, so her plan was simple while she waited for the night to come; go drink something nice and sweet, and perhaps steal from an expensive chain at the center of the city just for the high of the adrenaline after.

While she hummed and a shop or two came to mind, the illusionist made sure to suck for a last time on her cigarette, discarding it not long after starting to approach the entrance of the soda shop, and stepping on it with her heel before she continued walking.

Of course, once passing the entrance, the fact she was still half-distracted with her own thoughts would have her almost bump against the stranger, catching her attention rather fast when the other's voice raised, and brown and pink immediately looking at the spilled shake more than anything.

Her own non-human features were hidden, but her eyes were just as sharp the moment they started to scan the Faunus from top to bottom- an eyebrow raising before she clicked her tongue. The scent of smoke mixed with candy-smelling perfume started to spread around the entrance, an addition to her deceiving looks.

She surely didn't feel bad at all about the small accident. In fact, she wasn't even trying to look innocent.

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Roxanne hated thursdays. They always came with that part of her job she dreaded most: paperwork. "Fuck knows why they need detailed reports on what kind of fucking Grimm I took out," she grumbled to herself, kicking the drawer of her little desk in the co-working space so hard the desk barely kept upright. How she yearned for a smoke right now. Just the one, a taste of burnt wood on her tongue, as the fumes kill a little bit more of what's left of her.

But no, cigarettes weren't the answer. She'd had her last one four years ago, when Team ACCT graduated. Ozpin had been adamant that, if she couldn't give up destroying her body in nightly skirmishes, she give up at least that habit. Thing is, you don't kick a habit like that without picking up another. At least this one was fun in its own right. Her friends teased her about it back when it started.

"The Wolf of Downtown sipping milkshakes? What has the world come to?" - "What's your favorite?" - "Oh I bet it's something really fruity, to match her personality."

They pissed her off, not just because of the insinuation, but because they were absolutely fucking right!

So here she was, walking across Downtown during the day to get a milkshake. Life likes to play jokes sometimes.

When she entered the soda shop, it was pretty empty. Not surprising, given that it was fucking 3pm on a thursday. "The usual," she called out to the clerk and waited impatiently for her mango-lemon-yogurt shake while pointedly ignoring the ding of the bell when the door opened as another customer entered the building. "Keep the change," Roxanne all but growled. She abruptly turned on the spot and proceeded to spill half the shake on herself as she narrowly avoids collision with a woman much smaller than her.

"Are you for real?" she asks.

#ic #valeanwerewolf #welcome to: interacting with the little bitch

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Neo tried to learn what she could from the small youkai by observing her behavior before and after she tortured and killed the poor thing, but even if the copy started moving in order to start cooking that ramen, it's not like the mute herself knew how to prepare one, so the lack of knowledge will eventually be strange.

"R-Right! Uhm...it's been complicated in the last few days, you know of the rumours that are flying around..." The timid youkai replied while hoping that Saki would feel sorry for her; hands nervously picking up the noodles for their preparation, and acting to pick other ingredients Neo has seen before.

Of course, with that 'problem' still out there, a dead youkai was worse than having someone alive, so the pity would be for nothing either way.

It was because of her currently limited time, that the half-feline observed from a bush, not far from there- she tried to be subtle, slow and silent. The movement of the vegetation was minimal, but the soft sound produced by her eventual movement would mix in with the several sounds the cooking equipment made.

Perhaps she could deliver the message on the served ramen, in a moment.

The air around the stand is too quiet for Saki's liking. She struggles to hear much other than the low hum of insects that make their home in the trees. Sitting in silence is proving difficult for the pegasus, who is eager to deliver punishment to the culprit as soon as possible.

But, she knows that charging through the small youkai settlements to find one varmint wouldn't be a smart move, even by her standards. The hot blooded animal spirit relaxes her muscles and takes another gulp of her beer to calm her nerves. Were she to get too antsy, the culprit may not even bother showing up.

Instead, she turns her crimson eyes from her cup to her underling running the food stall and smiles, all while completely unaware that she's staring at false face.

"Y'know... I'd be wearin' that sorry mug too if I was lackin' this many customers. Makes me wonder if you'll be able t' pay your fees by the end of the month." The rest of the seats at the izakaya have remained unfilled throughout the night Saki's been here. It's likely that word caught on of how dangerous this area's become lately, but that doesn't stop the yakuza boss from talking down to her underling.

"Be a good girl and whip up some ramen for me, will ya? Oh, and make sure it's vegetarian." Saki swivels herself in her stool so that she can prop her feet up on the seat next to her. She removes her hat and begins fanning herself with it. Two equine ears stand at the top of her head as she once again listens for any abnormalities in the dead of night.

#ic #Verse: Gensokyo #kurokoma saki

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Quick sketch for crazy expression practice o(<

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