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Trying to find all the Fandomless OC RP Blogs out there! Can you please reblog this post if you’re a Fandomless OC RP Blog and would like to be added to the masterlist for Fandomless OC RP Blogs??? Thanks! 

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how did it feel to lose your twin?

A hand will clutch desperately at his chest, eyes wide as he tried to NOT remember, but the question brought it forth either way, forcing a sob from the young mage’s throat. He was not afraid--this fear he felt...it was an echo of his brother’s. His brother’s pain, happiness, agony, it had all been shared with Lios, as was it the other way around. They were spiritually connected as twins...something rare in their homeland.

The fear, the pain, the panic, it all washed over Lios as if it were his own, his trembling frame threatening to collapse as he relived the other’s last moments once again. 

     “...I had half of my soul ripped off. My brother an I...we were connected, in more than just blood. Our magic...was something we always did together. I had half of who I was...stripped away. The only part that’s left before you...is a murderer.”

He saw his brother’s face every night...to the point where he’d avoid sleeping if he could afford it. Lios was a mage in pain, lonely, having lost his way in the world. All those men he killed because of it...the fact he lacked any guilt in killing made him wonder if perhaps his conscience died with his other half. 

     “Take your preferred arm, no...both of your arms, and cut them off. How you have to adjust to life without something to brace yourself on...is how it feels. You can feel WHERE your missing piece is, but it will never be there again. It hurts...it all hurts. But you won’t get it, huh? Well? Well, well, well?”

     “Then please...leave me alone.”

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🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? !!

thought provoking meme (accepting)

He does not celebrate his birthday anymore--the day always brings back the pain he’s desperately trying to hide away. He felt his twin’s last moments as his own, and when this day rolls around each year, he relives that. He doesn’t spend his birthday celebrating...he spends it locked up in an inn room crying into a pillow to muffle his grief. 

He was never able to recover his twin’s body, so he has no grave to visit. Each passing year, the guilt grows more and more, threatening to break Lios entirely. 

If anyone were to give him well wishes, he’d at least feign a smile. Alas, it’d never reach his eyes. 

He spends the day alone, and will refuse to share his grief with another--in this respect, he’s still childishly stubborn.

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Slowly pulls him into an embrace, wings enveloping him protectively.

Hiding his startled self behind a smile, the mage will close his eyes, leaning into the embrace. Was he shaking? Perhaps he was--he couldn’t remember the last time he’d allowed anyone to initiate this. Usually it was him doing the hugs, but...it felt different to know that someone in the world wanted to do this to him. 

Never had he ever felt so small...so...protected. 

     “Sandalphon...? Heh, hey, hey--you don’t hate me, right? I kept pushing and pushing, pushing your buttons and making you uncomfortable. I held your hand just to fluster you and...”

His words will trail off, tumbling over each other in a tangled mess, cheeks stained in pink. 

     “Is this what it feels like...? To have someone care? It feels strange. Haah...why does my chest hurt so much? Are...you in pain, too? If so...”

Frail arms would wrap around the other, completing the embrace. 

     “You’re not alone either.”

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Lios and his twin brother Lethe shared a special bond--born together, they could feel each other’s pain, happiness, etc. They were never alone when they went out. If one went to the woods, so would the other. 

This is why Lios lost it completely when he felt that connection sever when his brother was killed right in front of him. He felt the pain, he felt the fear his brother had as he died, and that is something he will carry with him through the rest of his life. 

It is also why he’s at his darkest when he’s alone. He’s one piece with a missing half, a hole in his chest, metaphorically speaking. Even if he gets into trouble and gets yelled at...he doesn’t mind. Because his existence is acknowledged, and that makes him feel a lot less lonely.

tldr he becomes self destructive when he’s alone.

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@moyasshiCare: The paper has been manufactured!

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ardenssolis:

     OH, WHAT MANNERS THIS one had. They averted their eyes from him rather than looking upon his full glory without permission, and for that, they already left a rather good first impression. ❝Hmm…it is displeasing you do not know who I am, but you previous manners and the reverence you show now keeps me from being angry. You stand before the Ozymandias, King of Kings, the third Pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty, and the greatest Egypt has ever known! You should be honored to have called me forth. For as long as I am present, there will only be victory for you.❞ Arrogant words, but they were not without merit. He was indeed a powerful Servant, his power further enhanced by the interest in his very name that continued to echo throughout history. Surely now this man would know him now that his name was proudly spoken? It was one of many; however, he would not tolerate ignorance in regards to his glorious self.

     Ozymandias stepped closer then, head tilting as peered at the one who would be his ‘Master’. ❝Lios, you said?❞ he asked, slight intrigue heard in his tone before he spoke once more. ❝Look at me. I wish to see your eyes.❞ His words were not a request, the command present as he waited for her words to be obeyed. This man…was a strange one. They said that their wish had already been granted whether they lived or died, but what did this mean? Surely their wish had not been to simply summon him, for if that had that been the case, they would have known his name from the very moment they saw his most regal form appear before them. Not only that, he was thanked for doing absolutely nothing except existing. He could not sense deception in the other’s voice, the usual flattery that others tossed his way to gain his favor… No, he was strangely honest, and that made him faintly distrusting as a result.

     Surely this was some trick.

The other’s charisma, the other’s words bade the mage to look up at the Servant, awe clearly within his gaze as he met the other’s, a quiet gasp of recognition at the other’s name.

     “Ozymandias...I know your name. I was foolish, not recognizing you by appearance and demeanor alone. A king of kings...a Pharaoh...I’m more than honored that you’re right here before me.”

Shifting his weight, standing to his full diminutive height, he will gather his will, showing the other the seals now placed upon his hand. 

     “These are my seals--I will not use a one in this war, unless it is to help you, Ozymandias. I don’t like forcing my will upon others. I am no leader, I’ll give you that. I tend to be more of a sheep, actually. The only real thing going for me is magic, and in this war, that’s not really a security blanket.”

He was always honest like this--he saw no reason to lie to make himself sound better, not in front of someone who actually answered his call--something he could say that nobody else did in the real world. 

And so his eyes will tentatively meet the other’s, the situation almost overwhelming for the young man. Squaring his shoulders, he’d offer a soft smile. Perhaps there was sadness in his gaze--perhaps that was just a trick of the light.

     “You might...be wondering what my wish is. My wish...it to be with my family again. They...most likely aren’t around anymore, which means if that’s the case, I...will gladly join them. But if by some chance they are alive...I wish to be with them. I...don’t want to be alone anymore. Call me childish, but that is my wish. So...you see? No matter what happens, I’ve won.”

That said, he’d hold a hand out to the other to shake. 

     “Thank you very much...for existing, let me digress. I will do my best to survive so you get your wish as well. Let’s do our best together, okay..?”

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Grabbing life’s offerings … a stair leading up into the Jura Mountains, a butterfly with the Jura as bokeh and one of my little blue favorites. The calm of the woods on that hillside and the insects going after their daily business are wonderful.

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Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

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his eyes have seen things not meant to be seen

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@moyasshiCare: After I finish working, I’ll break away by making a sketch (lol)

@moyasshiCare: I followed the spur of the moment and linearted it.

@moyasshiCare: At this point, god’s voice came because of my spontaneous actions. I’m returning to work. Adieu!

Please read my rules regarding my translation

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Lios loves teasing people but sometimes he goes too far. Sometimes in summer he’ll take a banana all the way into his throat while maintaining eye contact just to see if it flusters them. He can’t do this with Popsicle though--he’s very picky with what kind of sweets he eats.

Speaking of food, Lios despises lemon. He can’t handle it at all. Anything sour and his whole body just recoils. For this reason he avoids most citrus unless its in something with a lot of sugar to counteract it.

Don’t have any pie or cake around when he visits--if you leave him alone, the food will be mysteriously gone. Not even a crumb to be found. This boy loves baked food.

He doesn’t eat meat, however, so at least that’ll remain safe.

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brrrrr

Stroking the other’s hair, the mage would relish in how soft the feeling was, a small smile playing upon his lips. The other certainly had been through a lot, but they were similar...they both craved this type of touch, a gentle affection that would make them feel less like monsters...and more like living people. 

     “Heh...hey, hey...do you like this that much? You’re really cute...when you’re like this. Hehe--even when you’re angry you still look like a little sparrow...soft and warm.”