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                                            @gettinghighofftherisks

Eri peered over at the man in the corner of the beach who was picking up an abundance of seashells. It seemed that he was collecting them, and Eri was very quick to get her foster father to take her to the gift shop and buy an abundance of seashells. With that done, Eri set off on her task to make this mans day. She tried as discreetly as possible to bury seashells around the area he was searching without letting him know that she was planting them there. She was being tailed by a dog, though, and she was sure she was going to be caught eventually.

Even though Knox wasn’t much of a beach kind of person, he did enjoy how the sand felt between his feet and the shells that often scattered the surface of the shore were often mysterious and beautiful things. Sometimes shining, sometimes matte. Their colors were sometimes bright, and others sometimes grey and dull. They each had...personality? Purpose? It was interesting to see them, and collecting them was even more of a joy. 

But today- there were more than planned. more were scattered as he went down the sea line- but as he identified more of the path taken he realized there were footsteps by each small and/or large shell- leading to a small girl laying each one with thought.

Knox raised an eyebrow to this little one, smirking as she figured she was laying them for him to collect. They were obviously store bought shells- cleaner and more delicate than the from the travels of sea, but he collected them anyways- for they now had a memory with them.

His husky pup, Macho, was on the girls trail with haste, following her and sniffing her trail with curiosity. 

knox & eri - seashells, seashore.

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"stop pretending to be okay."

Send “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” for my muse’s reaction to yours yelling this at them ((CLOSED))

Knox jolted, the sudden yelling of the stranger shook him away from his arm wound for a split second.

He smiled awkwardly as his eyebrows furrowed, its not exactly in the coding of his personality to handle a situation such as this. He took a deep sigh and reached a hand to the back of his neck to sooth himself enough for proper talking.

“But I am okay! This scratch wound was far less than what I could have got in that situation.” He winked to him. 

“I am a trained professional at doing stupid things and getting out alive. Don’t worry! I’m cool!”

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// I'm on mobile but have the playing with hair symbol frm Connor!

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to: ((CLOSED))

♧ : Your muse playing with their hair

Knox had been deeply in thought at his laptop screen, fixed onto the code he was reading. He was practically in confusion at this point, its a glitch that’s been the biggest pain in the ass of the past week. He knows it must be one small little letter or key miss-hit, but he can’t find it..yet.

He leaned back in his chair and put his hands to his face, letting a grumble escape him, as if a call of help to himself. He heard the rustle of paper behind him, and the couch shifting. Ah- he had almost forgotten Connor was here with him.

He removed his hands from his face to spot Connor already above him, smiling as he ruffled his hair. A smirk returned on Knox’s face, as if he got a boost from that small movement alone. He took a deep inhale and pushed himself back to proper posture. 

‘Alright- time to see if I can find this stupid glitch.’ his mind told him.

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Manhandling symbol starters ((CLOSED))

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

Knox’s eyebrows shifted in curiosity and excitement. He had never been to a host club before, mostly since he didn’t desire it since it had such a sexual tune to it that he didn’t care for, but after hearing from the locals that it was very...what was the words? Romantically Platonic? Sure, that works. He decided to try it out for himself.

He scheduled ahead of time, since he heard you could actually already pre-choose how you wanted to be ‘served’ supposedly. Which he found out he could actually do just that. Pick before hand how he wanted to be treated and so forth.

This was mostly for playful purposes as well as experiential. He scrolled down till he found an option of being treated “rough”. The first thing that popped into his mind was the sexual theme being brought up, but then again this was a club not a brothel, plus it said in their policy that they weren’t aloud to get ‘touchy, touchy’ with the customers- so he assumed it must have been something different.

The day now came, and he walked into the doorway. He showed his print-out to the lady at the front desk and she pointed him to a small closed off section of the big open room they all were grouped together.

He walked in, looking around the enclosed area that was set up, soft luscious chairs and fancy coffee tables you probably would only see in either your grandmothers house or a fancy hotel that would cost you the soul of the president to even afford a single minute to stand in it.

As he continued checking the room, a man of raven hair entered the sectioned off space, greeting him with a bow, and strictly silent. That must be the host. Knox bowed back, only to have a stern and sharp look returned to him, and a raised finger pointing him to a seat. Is...is this what they meant by rough.

He blushed somewhat awkwardly, wondering if maybe he made the wrong call, but he didn’t know just yet- he had to let it simmer. He sat down in the seat as told, gripping his knees and keeping his eyes focused on the host.

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♭ // Saix is getting pretty pissy and his patience is limited; the interaction is definitely something relating to his work x:

Manhandling symbol starters ((CLOSED))

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Knox hasn’t had many police department visits...yet anyways, so this was one of the first home welcoming experiences of his Akounri living. 

The police officer already arrived at his home, and he knew that far before he even entered the building- the sight of police cars outside of his apartment complex gave him a pretty heavy hint that they were most likely at his apartment.

He reached the doorway, finding it closed, most likely because they were wanting a jump scare from him- though unfortunately for them he was smarter than that. He sighed, he didn’t want to have to climb into his apartment through the window, since that’s defiantly not suspicious in any way, shape, or form- no?

He unlocked the door, opening it to an empty but now completely rioted kitchen, rolling his shoulders in preparation for an attack of some sort or a jump that he would have to defend. He walked in, threw his keys onto the counter, and closed the door keeping himself faced front the same way he walked in, the door shutting by the force of his back alone.

A blue blur was all he saw run through the entry of his living room, he prepared a block at his gut since that’s where cops usually hit first, but this cop seemed to know better. He felt skin grab at his jawbone like a crabs claw as it threw him against the door he was already leaned against, and now faces met. Ah yes, he knew this cop. Saix.

“Heeey Buddy, what’s up this time? Destroying my apartment your hobby or something?”

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As brilliant as Evie could be with a pencil or a brush… she was absolutely rubbish with handling most electronics beyond knowing how to do things in the art and editing programs that she utilized. At least she wasn’t beyond asking for help when things went wrong.

It was bad timing really, in the middle of a large commission, for her tablet to malfunction. She generally did the majority of her work on a desktop computer at home with an extra copy backed up on an external harddrive, but the tablet was useful in keeping track of her schedule and doing small portions of the larger project while on the go. Evie had gotten very good at portioning out her time since Eric had gotten married and couldn’t spend as much time with her.

Honestly she had had to learn how to be independent of her longtime tutor turned pseudo guardian after this long under his guidance.

Checking the address she had written neatly in a small notebook, Evie made sure she was in the right place before heading in to find the apartment she had been told to go to.

Hmm… this door was the right one… probably?

Raising a hand, Evie knocked, only slightly startled by the loud bark that greeted her in return. She hugged her tablet a little closer to her chest as she waited for the door to be opened.

Raised as she was, Evie actually didn’t have much experience with animals. She had briefly considered adopting a pet of her own when she’d finished with her undergrad studies, but seeing as she was still learning how to take care of herself - she didn’t want to cause harm to an animal.

As the door was opened partly, Evie blinked quietly at the man that peered out at her. She’d… never actually met the man that she’d requested help from so - well she seemed to be in the right place though as he smiled and opened the door the rest of the way. 

Her attention was immediately stolen by the dog that wandered out and sniffed around her feet.

What a cute dog.

A small smile made its way onto her lips and Evie’s eyes seemed to be sparkling before she realized she was being spoken to and returned her attention to the man.

“Oh yes, that’s me. I’m Evie, thank you for accommodating me.”

Excusing herself, Evie entered the other’s apartment. Eric would probably be screaming if he saw her now. Something about not going to a man’s apartment alone. Something about how she didn’t know anything about him. But he wasn’t here and Evie was never one to think that someone would have bad intentions.

And he was helping her so - plus he had such a cute dog!

Really it’s a wonder she’s gotten by so long like this.

“Coffee? A cup sounds nice… merci beaucoup.”

Eric would really be throwing a fit right about now.

Knox wasn’t immune to the smiles that came onto peoples faces as they saw the dogs. It gave him such joy that Macho was a people person, sending people smiles despite their reason for coming was because of something broken. It’s like they melted away sadness or disappointment.

“Ah no,no! Thank you for coming!” His voice replied, closing the door behind him as Evie stepped into his apartment, being as much of a gentleman as possible.

He heard her request for coffee loud and clear- he was thankful he didn’t have to waste it, for he really only cared about the aroma of it rather than the liquid its self.

His ears tickled as he heard another language touch his ears. It’s been awhile since he picked up another language around here, mostly everyone spoke English, or if anyone did speak another language it wasn’t towards him. He smiled back to her as he walked to the coffee pot, prepping a mug for her.

“Pas de problème, mademoiselle!” The accent was rough, but he was pretty sure he got it right. 

“Wow it’s been awhile since I got to speak french, heh” He chuckled, making it as a vocal excuse for his horrible accent being added to his rusty french tongue.

He brought the cup to a small dining table just outside the small kitchen area of the apartment, clearing the chair for her to sit. 

“Here! Please sit! From what you explained it should take me no time at all to get this fixed for you, its quite a thing with that model.”

He pulled out the seat on the other side of the table, which already had a small workshop set up established there, laptop and all.

“Oh yeah ah, may I see the tablet?” He forgot to even ask for the tablet, that was an amateur move, oh well.

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“Bottoms up.”

“Don’t go.”

“Why now?”

“Says who?”

“No way.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m listening.”

“I know!”

“Go away.”

“Go home.”

“You bastard.”

“Fuck me.”

“Stay tonight.”

“Marry me.”

“Of course!”

“Come again?”

“Kill me.”

“Good job.”

“Stay away.”

"Hell no.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“Don’t touch!”

“That’s it!”

“Damn it!”

“Hello, [name.]”

“I’m tired.”

“Screw it.”

“You alright?”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t cry.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Let’s go.”

“Stay here!”

“Be practical.”

“Of course.”

“Let’s sleep.”

“That’s rude.”

“Go on.”

“Help me!”

“Hold on!”

“Goodbye, [name.]”

“Stand down.”

“Oh no.”

“So what?”

“Not now.”

“I’m done.”

“Forget it!”

“Kiss me.”

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“Processing…”

Hey who actually knew i could sketch properly for once? This is an oc sketch I finally put on paper, and hopefully someday I might turn this into a full piece!“

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Though only approached by one of the dogs, Connor found no reason to believe that either were particularly dangerous. That was one problem out of the way, but to fully put the apartment’s occupant in the clear, he’d have to do a bit more searching. 

A month and a half ago; it was an incredibly short amount of time to garner negative attention from neighbours. 

“Are you new to the city as well, by any chance? Or perhaps you just moved from a different area?” 

Glancing around, the detective scanned his surroundings with an eagle eye. There was a lot to deal with, considerably more cluttered with random belongings than the average apartment, but nothing too suspicious. Gaze turning back to Knox, Connor was at least 75% certain this case was just a matter of irritated neighbours taking any chance the could to complain. Looking the other man up and down, an assessment of body language told him the man was rather relaxed. A guiltier party may have begun to crack right about now. 

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing anything. But we’ve received a complaint about… suspicious activity, in this area.” With a lopsided smile, Connor’s tone was as calm and steady as ever. “I’m just here to make sure everything is alright.”     

“Mmmhmm Brand new” Knox began stretching his neck, by tilting it right, then left, then back again. “I used to live out more western, country area, but since all the works out here- might as well move to it, no?” 

He noticed the cop looking more closely now they were in his apartment. From an outside looker, his apartment could definitely be considered a mess, scattered and un-orderly. It was basically nothing but piles, piles of electronic parts to actual equipment like microwaves and old radios half torn apart. To Knox however, it was organized. each pile were a category of equipment or parts, and if he needed one thing or another all he had to do was look in the pile and there it was. It was simple, easy to manage. No drawers that he had to pull out or dig through, it was easy reach.

Knox’s eyebrow burrowed, a little bit concerned. The words ‘suspicious activity’ were very vague and uninformative. sure, it gave a hint that it was something important, but with law it could be something as simple as a person walking the wrong way on the street to plain out murder, or other worse crimes that he couldn’t list off his head.

He reached for his cup of coffee again, letting the aroma bring the words out of his mouth.

“What do you mean by suspicious? Is it something serious or just a general complaint?” He tried to relax his shoulders and not look too tense.

He didn’t want to end up in a crime area, or worse a murder zone of some sort. He’s dealt with that in the past and he really doesn't care to deal with it another time.

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* headcanon free-for-all] ((ACCEPTING!))

✯ which three traits define your muse?

Accessible-Knox listens more than he talks, which says a lot since he does converse quite a lot. He isn’t the best at relaying emotional support, at least as of yet, but he doesn’t mind listening to a persons quarries or thoughts if he has the time.

Adventurous-He isn’t one who is afraid of danger, in fact he is one to breathe it in like fresh air, and enjoy it. He gets risk highs and looses his mind and self control if something extremely dangerous comes his way, and he is willing to take the challenge almost every time.

Charismatic-Even though he has a hard time with deep emotional issues, he knows how to speak words of motivation and any other form of conversation very well. No matter the situation, Knox usually has an easy time talking his way out or into it with his skills of the tongue.

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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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* headcanon free-for-all] ((ACCEPTING!))

❀ what does your muse’s daily routine look like?

Well- since he is a human au muse right now I will bless you with the privlage of both his canon routine and his human au routine! (mostly because I couldn’t decide which one to share)

Human Au-Well, Morning routine is pretty basic with showering, eating breakfast- which in his case is usually just a cereal bar and a half jug of water- and feeding the dogs. Afterwards its work and then exploring shops for knick knacks or, well, things he can steal.

Canon-Once he wakes up from his programmed sleep he takes care of the dogs and checks his ship, scanning for errors and cleaning it. after that its basically exploring and stealing things to decor his ship with. He is just a boy whose only goal in life is to look at a ship full of pretty things.

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* headcanon free-for-all

♥ is there an article of clothing that means the most to your muse?

❀ what does your muse’s daily routine look like?

◎ does your muse plan for the long-term or short-term?

◆ what is one secret your muse has?   

 ϟ who means the most to your muse? why?

☛ what is your muse’s biggest regret?

❥ is your muse cool?

✯ which three traits define your muse?

♕ would your muse hug a monster?

❣ is your muse a fighter or a lover?

✎ what does life mean to your muse?

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“What the hell is that?” frm connor, who is probably going 2 highkey judge u

Your Muse is helping My Muse clean their apartment/house.

Send “What the hell is that?” Because your muse found the weirdest thing while helping…

Send “I don’t remember buying that.” Because my muse found the weirdest thing.

((CLOSED))

When the detective kept scanning his home, he wasn’t surprised when he found one of his...unusual purchases? Knox was certainty one for nick-knacks, and had plenty of them. Though his choices usually depended on if they were useful or not- decor wasn’t really too much of his thing if he didn’t have a use for them in particular. This nick-knack was no exception.

“Ah~ they are sumo wrestler salt and pepper shakers!” Knox walked over and picked one of them up, putting them next to his face as if to show case it. “Arn’t they cute~?”

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Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1-  15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours! ((closed))

15. a kiss on the forehead

Knox was no perfect guy, but when the time was right, and the mood was just right he could be anything he wanted to be. 

The night was damp, dew and raindrops still fogging the air, mist floating among the pavement. Evie was wrapped under his shoulder, his leather jacket protecting her shoulders from the humid air of the summer night. Despite him only having a tank top covering his upper half- he was pretty well off. Temperatures never really bothered him, since he was constantly moving in the cold months and indoors in the heated ones. 

“Here, here. Lets get you inside.” Knox opened the door to his apartment building for her and let her enter first. Her home was still a walk out, and he was no rude soul to leave her to her to survive in the cold.

He lead her up the simple two stories to the level where his apartment was, and opened the door- the dogs instantly greeting them. He shooed them back politely and brought her to his bedroom. It was simplistic, and surprisingly one of the cleanest rooms in the apartment, the bed perfectly made- not a wrinkle in sight.

“Here, rest here for the night. The door has a lock on it if you want your privacy- Macho has a tendency to open it on her own.” He took his jacket off of Evie’s shoulders, and gave her a kiss on her forehead, enough to feel the heat against her skin.

“Hmm.. If you don’t mind I’ll check your temperature in the morning- you don’t feel so good..” He mumbled to her, kissing it softly again. “Get some sleep- you can use my clothes if you want to change.”

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What the hell is that? // from sophie/madamhatter because this is incredibly IC

Your Muse is helping My Muse clean their apartment/house.

Send “What the hell is that?” Because your muse found the weirdest thing while helping…

Send “I don’t remember buying that.” Because my muse found the weirdest thing.

((CLOSED))

@madamhatter

Knox turned to see what the seamstress had seemed to find unsettling in his apartment. 

“Ah- Have you never seen one of those before?” Knox skipped over, taking it from her hands to showcase it in his own.

“Its a mug! but shaped like a ram horn! I don’t usually drink much so I don’t use it for liquids that much- I mainly use it to carry my screws in when I am on-call! Fashionable screw holder!”

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* random act prompts

send a symbol for ur muses to interact!\

💨 catch my muse in a lie

Knox’s eyes caught onto many things, technology, jewelry...things with high value and high interest. It was almost always items, objects, or things that the dogs would love...but he caught his eye on something different this time- a raven haired stern sweetheart walking into the coffee shop he stopped at that morning.

He couldn't help but stare at his facial features, they were sharp and attractive. addicting- almost- to stare at. The man ordered coffee and stared right back at him- ah shit, he caught him staring.

Knox thought quickly and tapped the corner of his lip, as if pointing out to the other person that he had something on his face. The man took the bait, putting a hand to the corner of his mouth and wiping it with his thumb, but his eyes still stared down to knox as he did it.

Ah shit- oh no, was it too late to run? The man looked at his finger, and when he saw nothing there the man looked back again with an eyebrow raised and a stare of annoyance. Yup- time to run.