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(( I dont really feel super comfortable on Tumblr anymore sorry.

for the first time, I feel safer in real life. coming back here just makes me feel bad.

*cracks back* ack, well, ill get over it sooner or later. Until then, goodbye humans, I hope you have a nice life! :) ))

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Pick an age or point on the character's timeline, and ask a question. The character will respond as the age.

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Send me "Dark!" and my muse will become the darker version of themselves for as long as you say

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                                What have I become, 

                                   My sweetest friend? 

                                        Everyone I know

                                                 Goes away

                                                  In the end   

                                And you could have it all

                                            My empire of dirt               

                                           I will let you down        

                                        I will make you hurt

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((Its usually loud and robust, but short and in bursts, not fits. She definatly tries to perpetuate the stereotype of evil villain laughter. If its around someone shes more comfortable with its less annoying and softer but still unrestrained.))

[[ I WANT TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF LAUGH EVERYONE’S CHARACTERS HAVE ]]

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The robot quickly noticed he was being talked to and straightened up, his tall, lanky phisique and damaged, static-charged hair that seemed to stick up in every direction giving him a towering presence over Bibu. "She is crying. Is she hurt?" He signed. the robotic voice was empty and lifeless, but his expression honestly looked worried. "<:(" His fingers curled up into fists and he gently placed them behind his back. Bibu flinched visibly and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and gave a deep, shaky sigh, her eyes directed firmly at the ground. Of course, he had to announce that she was crying. Not like Bibu didnt feel vulnerable enough, she couldnt even bring herself to stand up. 

Yvain gave a deep growl and scoff, folding his arms over his chest  "Look-- hes a robot. Robots dont really think, they just kinda--" He gave a vauge gesture with his hand. "--they just do." The elves emerald green eyes trailed over to Warrick and Bibu, and though still calm and collected, he was visibly scowling. "Dont let him trick you. He dosnt really feel anything for her." Marina's smile cracked for a moment. She always had top reasure herself that Othello couldnt feel anything. Robots dont feel anything, they're incapable of feeling human emotion and thats the only thing that separates us from them. Yet, when the curtains were closed and it was just her and the robot, she could still feel something between them. 

The disgruntled girl pressed a hand to her forehead. "Lord..." She muttered, rubbing in between her eyebrows. Othello always seemed to cause much more trouble than he was worth as scrap metal. "Look, I'm sorry for causing so much shit-- I really am." Even though she thought Bibu was weak and wanted to kick her in the face, Marina was smart enough not to repeat the mistakes she experienced in life. Violence never solved anything, it always made it worse. If they were alone, and Marina was lightly less patient, things would have gone differently. "--But get up. Dont make me feel like I fucking caused this, I'm just telling you facts." She took an aggressive stance, one of her hands resting on her hip as she took a slight step forward. "Be happy me and Othello happened to be at this exact date at this exact time, we're gonna be outta here tomorrow, you never would have known if it wasnt for us!" She was clearly getting heated, Zitrone took a step back as Yvain tried to match Marina's increasing volume "Hey! Maire, dont yell, you're gonna make a fucking scene!" She paid no mind to him, she had to get this across to her. 

"Dont cry because you lost a man that never loved you. Dont cry over worthless trash like my brother. He's not fucking worth it." Perhaps Marina was coming off as heartless, but she meant well. She had mourned him all she could bare to give, they were siblings after all. "Just be glad you learned what happened to him quickly. Dont go giving your heart out so godamned easily next time."

"Marina." Othello signed at her quickly looking down at her with a more serious frown. "Stop. You are hurting her." Marina scoffed his words off, flipping her hair to the side "You dont control me." She growled, but upon noticing the approving stairs from Yvain and Zitrone, her body language relaxed to reassure she wasnt a threat. Bibu gripped at her heart, she was in massive amounts of pain both emotionally and physically. "War-r-ri-ck-ck I-I t-thin-k-k I-I'm g-gon-gonna d-d-die." Her heart was beating so fast it was beginning to pain her rather severely. As she looked up at him, her eyes had more popped blood vessels that were natural of crying and she was also sweating a bit. Her teeth were gritting and she was very clearly in agony and trying to prevent herself from fainting. 

The robot stood very close to Bibu and kept his calm as he continued to speak. "Her BPM is 210." Marina flinched, even Bibu was just overreacting to a broken heart, that was high enough to be lethal. "Uh, what?" Zitrone gave Yvain a look and the elf gave a quick shrug in response back. Both of them were more than confused, considering neither of them knew what a BPM was. "Thats...not...good." The clockwork girl sputtered out. "She okay? I didnt mean to-- I mean, I didnt know she would have a heart attack over it, literally, heh..."

"215. And rising" Othello signed " Is there an infirmary here?" Yvain quickly offered a response, as he knew the area fairly well. "There's one not too far from here, but does she really need a doctor? What's wrong with her anyway? Is it really that bad?" The robot kneeled down to Bibu once again and placed his arms around her back and her legs and picked her up. Bibu squirmed and shoved him with her arms "DONT TOUCH ME!!!" she shrieked, clawing at the robots neck and kicking in his grasp. Othello immediately complied and dropped Bibu to the floor with a loud thud. Marina cringed "Ohhh, dear." she muttered "Vocal commands. Sorry. I promise he means well but if she dosnt calm down quick, her heart could fail. Try to get her on her feet, Yvain, lead the way."

Closed RP: with Ask-warrick-gedafte.

  The moment Marina  uttered the words “Othello is a good robot” Warrick instinctively huffed a “yep” lightly as if he already knew what she was going to say before she said it, crossing his arms at the girl. Warrick looked at Othello. "Everythin is human about him, except his mind, soul, and free will that is… Then again, theres nothing much human about that." Warrick thought to himself, looking at the robot and his sister.

As Zitrone began to put the pieces together, Warrick didn’t look at anybody, he didn’t speak, he didn’t even give any body language. He looked like he did when he had to tell calebs parents that they could never see their son alive again. He never knew Othello other than what Bibu told him, but something began to burn in him as Marina spoke sour words of Othello and Bibu.

"Oi" Warrick snapped his look towards Marina she sounded like she had something bottled up, saying hateful things to relieve something they, as in Bibu, never really caused. Warrick looked at Othello, his brow furrowing in pity. He could tell that Bibu wasn’t the type of girl who wanted to be near anybody when she was down. "Othello, come on lad give her some space.." Warrick said in a solemn and quiet tone.

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i really like the idea of a fantasy setting but in modern times. elves on smart phones and taking pictures for their instagram. dwarves getting into console wars and calling each other casual gamers. mages casting dangerous spells for the vine. i want it.

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do you remember the first time you were called annoying? how your breath stopped short in your chest the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue. your eyes never left the floor that day. you were 13. you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,” apologies littering every other sentence, words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years. i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious. all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard for 3 minutes for 10 minutes for 2 hours forever. there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart; mostly because they can’t handle their own. but you will never be and have never been “too much.”

"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)

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Allowing him to take off her tank-top, Bibu sat up to help him slide the clothing over her messy hair. Her breasts were showing, as her bra was discarded last night. They were fairly sized, but it was naturally very hard to tell under all the layers of thick clothing she wore. He was the only one who got to see all of her and touch her all down her soft curves, in fact, she invited it readily. Bibu's hands grabbed Warrick's and insisted he touch her. The feeling of his large but gentle hands sent shivers down her spine and made her bite at her lip and let out a quiet moan. "Touch me wherever you want, I wont mind." Her hands dragged down to his arms, and like last time, she scratched up his arms to his wrists, but gently this time. 

Bibu Warrick nsfw rp

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"Hmmmnn..." Bibu cocked an eyebrow at Warrick, these didnt look like tree-stingers to her. "How could you not know if they attacked you, dummy?" It was impossible for her to not smile around him, even when he was in pain, though it did make her heart ache a little bit. "...Well, whatever it was, if you start feeling tingly or feverish, tell me immediately... Or maybe I should go get some antidote right now? Ugh, I dont know, maybe I should." Her eyebrows crooked and she flashed a worried look at him. "Ach, I'm worried about you, Rick. I dont even know if you respawn!" Bibu died at least once a month and here Warrick was with a perfect streak of life. The last thing she wanted was for him to die under her care.

Moan

Five:My muse dominates your

Pinning Warrick down on her couch, the tiny assassin held his shoulders firmly in place, expression serious and somber. “What did I fucking say about taking on beasts, Rick!?” She grabbed a knife from her utility belt and cut his tanktop shirt down the collar, exposing his chest that was pierced with dark purple stingers. “You’re so lucky these arent poisonous…Hahah, oh my god.” Bibu straightened her back up, her legs wrapped around his crotch as she dragged a hand through her hair in releif. “…Or at least, I dont think they are?���Lets get these fuckers out just to be sure…” Leaning back down, the girl used a mix of her pointer finger and the knife to remove the large, piercing stingers from his torso. “Try not to bleed too much on my couch— and dont wiggle! I’ll get you a bandaid later!”

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casual conversation

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Come bother my character about...

their poor life choices

their questionable life choices

that thing they always try not to talk about

the weather

stuff

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A warm, caring smile flashed over her face for only a moment as he complimented her work. It was very strange to be complimented for healing. Very strange indeed. Bibu's fingers traced down his skin slowly, her eyes focused over his injuries. "Really?" she paused, lingering for a moment to think of what to say "Thank you? --Good? You're better, thats good...I made you better..." Muttering that last part to herself, Bibu cursed at herself internally for sputtering out a responce and went back to cleaning up his wounds. After the blood was more or less cleaned off, Bibu looked down at the stingers. Of course, she could have stoped straddling him with her thighs by this point, but he made a comfortable chair, and that was all the reason she needed. Upon further inspection, she didnt actually know what stingers these were. They looked harmless. Bibu was pretty good at identifying the various flora and fuana of Arcania. "What attacked you, anyway? Do you know?" Lets hope this is as harmless as she wanted it to be.

Moan

Five:My muse dominates your

Pinning Warrick down on her couch, the tiny assassin held his shoulders firmly in place, expression serious and somber. “What did I fucking say about taking on beasts, Rick!?” She grabbed a knife from her utility belt and cut his tanktop shirt down the collar, exposing his chest that was pierced with dark purple stingers. “You’re so lucky these arent poisonous…Hahah, oh my god.” Bibu straightened her back up, her legs wrapped around his crotch as she dragged a hand through her hair in releif. “…Or at least, I dont think they are?…Lets get these fuckers out just to be sure…” Leaning back down, the girl used a mix of her pointer finger and the knife to remove the large, piercing stingers from his torso. “Try not to bleed too much on my couch— and dont wiggle! I’ll get you a bandaid later!”

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Gold Desert Eagle.