Hello, my name is Mafdet. This is an indie. unaffiliated blog with an assortment of OCs from an universe of my own creation (even though the universe has been destroyed). The mod & most muses are 21+, and thus the blog will have SFW & NSFW elements. Please read the rules.
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For the mutuals here that has only recently returned to tumblr, if we’re mutuals, you’ll likely find a new follower name in your notifications - this is me, @starxxtravelers, as I’ve made a clean slate & moved this blog’s content to the mentioned on.
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Okay, soooo I’m basically achieving this blog, as everyone has been moved to a new blog that’s pretty much ready! While I’m still slowly in the process of following mutuals on it, feel free to beat me to the punch!
Find me & the muses of this blog at @starxxtravelers !
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An Independent Blog of OCs & Original Lore as told by Mafdet
Survivors of a war lost, these beings must now adapt to a new way of life. But some GRUDGES & lessons are sometimes too hard-learned to let go so easily.
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Okay, soooo I’m basically achieving this blog, as everyone has been moved to a new blog that’s pretty much ready! While I’m still slowly in the process of following mutuals on it, feel free to beat me to the punch!
Find me & the muses of this blog at @starxxtravelers !
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(Already in the process of making the blog, & I’ve found a name that I like to use for it. Soon you can follow it as “starxxtravelers”. Currently at work with the blog theme itself, found a nice one I really like, hopefully it’ll be easy to use.)
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Of course the ships are coming along, though we can always do au stuff as well to make things fresh!! I’m honestly hoping that if I start right at the beginning that I can keep a relationships page! And aw ;w; I’ll info dump more often, in that case!! At least, when they come to me, asdlfkja!!
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(I think it’s been noticed that I’m rarely on this blog at current; I’ve also mentioned a few times why that is - just general depression from how much of a mess this blog is now, fighting with the tag system cuz it won’t use my new tags or whatnot. I’m going to start making a new blog to transfer interactions to so that I can start off fresh, as @banairai had suggested a long while at this point. So, it’s me wanting to say that I hadn’t forgotten this blog, & I still want to do interactions, but a fresh start is likely going to help me in a long run.)
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(I kind of wish that I could excited for weddings like my older sister is in regards to her own, but at least I’ll get to see her happy. She even shown me a song that she intends to have playing for awhile, an traditional Irish wedding song evidently, lol. We do certainly have Irish blood in us.)
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[EVIL G’raha to Dystrial] ❛ What are you looking at ? ❜
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@hiislegacy inquired:
[EVIL G’raha to Dystrial] ❛ What are you looking at ? ❜
MEME || the last unicorn sentence starters
❝That obvious, am I? I suppose I could not help myself, seeing as I am quite fascinated with everything around me.❞
Yet he wouldn’t admit whether he was actually looking at the red-haired miqo’te in particular or if he was truly caught up with the sights. Let it be up to the man whether Dystrial was eyeing him curiously or not. He didn’t much care either way. ❝Shall we say that I am not from around these parts?❞
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❝I may retain all the knowledge I have learned, but I would be quite willing to forget everything to do with math & their ridiculous complications that involves x & y equal to some hidden numbers when one could have just stayed with simple multiplication.❞
#._;rosalia;_.theyre.written.down.in.eternity.(.ic.)#._;misc;_.tis.but.a.remark…perhaps.(.dash.commentary.)
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“… Why, no! You are not wrong!” He paused to stare down at him, eyes sweeping over his form, and how the other looked so pleased with himself. Fandaniel was thrilled to have been some part in contributing to that. Though, he had to stop himself from being so distracted!! “Who doesn’t like a bit of both?? Sometimes it is just more fun to add some spice in one’s life… and I have lived for a thousand, or more, of those.”
The Ascian was just as intrigued by him, as he had been the first time they’ve met, and he wondered if the same was for himself in the other. He was not going to pass up something fun with him, if he could help it. There would need to be no other distractions beside whatever they’d set for themselves. “What did you have in mind? Want to go terrorize a village? That is always entertaining!”
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❝Mmmm. You’d be surprised at how few understands & embraces the two together. Ah, but I suppose it is understandable when most creatures have a built-in system with the want to avoid pain.❞ Even as he spoke would Dystrial stretch out his arms, arching his back in the process before he moved to sit up, legs coiled beneath him as though he couldn’t quite decide whether he was standing or sitting.
A grin would show itself as his ears flicked at the inquiry, tail slowly curling upwards. ❝That is some of the most fun I’ve had in ages, but I’ve had something else in mind for us. At least for this time~.❞ And with liquid grace that likely wasn’t exactly built in for miqo’te would Dystrial pounce, bringing the Ascian down to the ground onto his back as he remained poised over him, a hand neatly curled behind the shorter man’s head to avoid bouncing his skull against the ground. Pain was nice, but it wouldn’t do to make his companion dizzy. The grin remained, his fangs on display. ❝Unless, of course, you’re above such carnal pleasures or simply have zero interest in me, hm? After all, this is the kind of biting I had in mind~.❞
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#._:dystrial:_.no.more.standing.still.at.your.will.(.ic.)#//oh Fandaniel#//it's okay ; you're allowed to get your hopes up & more~
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(I need to redo your model, Crea...)
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“Well……… what would I have to do to elicit such a bite from you?” Fandaniel couldn’t be more thrilled, knowing he was stirring up something that all senses would be telling him to avoid. Yet, he was so drawn to it like a moth to flame, and how he lightly pranced around the other, wanting to provoke some more. Teasing, and the like. He paused, turning to face him, all smiles and squinting eyes, arms spreading wide.
“Would I need to make you bleed? To anger you? Or is it something more fun?”
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A quiet chuckle left the mirato as his companion pranced around him, aware of how the man would often try to provoke larger reactions. Giving a side smirk that would show a fang would he tilt his head at such questions, resting his head on a fist as he remained in his semi-laid position, tail curled over his waist while flicking at the tip.
❝Oh Fandaniel, I was thinking something more along the lines of fun~. But I’m certainly not opposed to bleeding or the likes. Pain & pleasure does go hand-in-hand for me,❞ he’d reply with a teasing grin. ❝Much as I think it goes the same for you. Am I wrong?❞
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(I was given advice to probably make a fresh start with this blog by making a new one, transfer the information of my characters & story over there. I’m honestly considering it, with the bouts of depression that I feel coming on here as well as the general broken tags I have to deal with.)
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(Apologies for not having been on much on my blogs during my days off - yesterday I had woken up sick with a pain in my head that wouldn’t go away no matter how much pain killers I took (no worries, never ODing), & it turned out that I had a 101°F fever. Even when I was awake I could barely concentrate because of the pain & fatigue, as well as flashing between being too cold or too hot. So I ended up sleeping much earlier last night with three blankets wrapped around me plus an ice pack over my face to help with the pain, & at some point the fever finally broke. So I’m feeling much better.)
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“I knew I would find you here.” He had seen traces of her here before and figured it wouldn’t be long before she returned again. He’s glad he happened to be passing through on the off chance that she would be there.
Emet approached calmly with his hands behind his back, head tilted to the side. He isn’t smiling. Rather, he is concerned. Curious and concerned. “You only come here to hide, don’t you? I can tell.” With the various items that he often found in this place, he could only assume it was a place for her to hide in. “Though… I’m confused. Why do you hide? I see no reason for you to.”
❝Somehow I knew you would not be far behind.❞ The quip was said with a somewhat light voice, though it were a poor attempt to hide the fact that he had briefly startled her. Again. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been surprised, given how Emet had a knack for finding her when he wanted her company - so long as she were on the star, anyway.
The question was quite direct, bringing Rosalia to turn her gaze to meet his curious yet concerned eyes, with no immediate answer on the tip of her tongue. Breaking eye contact, she’d focus on depositing items into the bag. ❝Shall I parade myself around instead?❞ It was meant to be a joke, one in which sounded flat even to her. Clearing her throat, she’d glance back. ❝I do not know what to do with myself, more than anything. It is not as though I have responsibility to attend to anymore,❞ she’d admit, relenting to the shown concern that remained in his expression.
And, perhaps, she had yet to fully convince herself that the problems that hounded her were truly gone. There were no safe haven to return to anymore.
#._;rosalia;_.theyre.written.down.in.eternity.(.ic.)#._;guest;_.life.is.all.a.memory.(.emet;;;kreatchur.)
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