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                   ❛          unfortunately                ,              that  is  out  of             my  expertise  of  knowledge                .               if  anyone  would  know              ,              it  would  be  judal-chan  or  big  brother  kouen               .          ❜          

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“hmm, that’s unfortunate, I suppose I could ask them later on. Thank you for your help Kougyoku”, pausing to think about this situation before speaking, “I wonder what those two are up to when they leave, neither ever tells me” 

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;;&& Unofficial Promo

Kind of unofficial promo since I’m still drawing the image’s I’m going to use for the official promo, but w/e. I’m going to make this so I can get out to at least a couple people. 

I’m Ash, please like or reblog this post if you’d be up to roleplaying with an Indie Semi-Selective Magi oc named Katza. 

Here are my rules, muse’s bio, and verses

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plotting call uwu

Turns out spending 3 hours info dumping abt ur muse for 3 hours gets you hyped but anyway I still have replies to do here but like this and Ill slide into ur dms to plot something 

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Mobile but, anyone wanna mcfuggen starter? Lemme know which sis in the comments!

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Send 💪 for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and throwing them over their shoulder.

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☾She smiled sadly at his offer. She would have liked that, but she knew it was impossible. She’d have to find her shell again to be able to return to the sea and Maader would never let that happen. The last time she’d searched for it she’d been punished for weeks; she’d given up the idea of really returning to the ocean again a long time before now. Meeting someone like her wasn’t going to change this.☽

“Maybe someday…I will.”

☾At his question, his protests at Maader’s nature, she frowned a little. She didn’t truly know why Maader hurt her quite so much, she didn’t know why it seemed to be the nature of all living people she knew of to hurt others for their own gain. She’d pondered it before but eventually she stopped, trying to look for answers that just weren’t there was too painful, it filled her with too much hurt and desperation.☽

“She’s not dumb, she knows I’m capable of planning something like that. If I was stolen she’d assumed I put the thief up to it…no matter what we tried to do they’d know I cooperated.”

☾She blinked then, surprised that he cared enough to ask her name.☽

“Oh…my name’s Kil.”

☾When they were interrupted she blinked; had she known he was a prince? If he’d mentioned it she hadn’t been paying close enough attention. A prince of the Atlantic sea, that sure was something one didn’t see every day. Even if she never saw him again, she’d cherish the brief time that she’d had by his side. She was content to just let him go but then she remembered something important and shot up in a panic, hastening to catch up with them.☽

“Oh sorry! Um, hey! Before you go can you put these back on me?”

☾She held up the leather top and shawl that she was forced to wear.☽

“If I’m not wearing them when Lady Maader gets back she’ll punish me again.”

Hakuryuu’s expression shifted, becoming more stilted and stiff around his ambassadors. Knowing they’d be reporting right to either Kouen or his mother, neither of which he wanted to know of his endeavors on the surface. Turning to face her he thanked Kil, by name, respectfully. Wanting to be a ‘proper representative’ as his family had told him to be. 

He was about to walk off before she called out to him, requesting for him to put the leather back on, as it was obvious she could barely put it on herself. “of course, hold still and I’ll try to put them back on”

He wasn’t the best at it, but he managed to place the leather back onto her with her help. Sea knots needed to be tight, so thankfully he was able to tie what needed to be tied into place. It was sloppy, yet secure, he spent his time apologizing afterward to her. 

He could only apologize for so long before one of his ambassadors grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him away, grumbling and scolding him for wandering off and ‘messing up his attire’ and that he’d made a fool of himself somehow. 

Rolling his eyes and huffing Hakuryuu just let himself be dragged off, figuring it’d get him no where if he protested. 

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“Woah that’s cool…I wonder if I can do that.”

☾She sighed wistfully, staring down at the water. How cruel was it to trap a fish on land for the rest of her life? Even without the harsh conditions and abuse at Lady Maader’s hand, it was a dreadful life to live. She didn’t need to live under the sea forever, she just wanted to go there at all. Maybe she still had a family waiting for her near Parthevia, that’s where she remembered being before, though she didn’t really remember it well at all. She just wanted to return home and pray there was still a home for her to return to.☽

“Mhm, naturally.”

☾For some reason she wasn’t much surprised that he knew of something similar; it seemed like wickedness was abundant wherever one went. She didn’t have much hope in mermaids more than she did of humans, that is to say that she thought it was in her nature to encounter suffering no matter where she turned. This was one fear she often had about her home as well. What if she someday were able to return but all she was met with was more misery?☽

☾At his suggestion she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She covered her mouth and laughed into her hands a moment, hiding her face from him in embarrassment. She knew it wasn’t a laughing matter and she didn’t mean for him to think she was laughing at him, but his suggestion was so absurd she couldn’t help but do so.☽ 

“Sorry. It’s just…you don’t know Lady Maader at all.”

☾She sat up straight and managed a little sigh, though the laughter helped her keep a little smile despite being quite sad.☽

“It doesn’t matter if she thinks someone took it off of me or I took it off myself, she’ll punish me the same either way. If I’m lucky she’ll torture me for a day or two…if I’m not and she decides she doesn’t need me anymore she’ll kill me for trying to escape though it’s not too likely. As long as I’m useful to her I’m lucky.”

“if you ever visit the Atlantic Sea I can introduce you to some who can, I’m sure if they’ll teach you if you’re able to” 

Hakuryuu’s reaction seemed quite amused, happy even.  Kil was proving to be quite the interesting conversation partner, he was telling him so much on how humans interacted and lived their lives. Even if it was as depressing as his home under the ocean waters, with people having their rights taken and being owned by another.

He tilted his head in confusion, not offended, just confused. Why was she laughing, he didn’t think his idea was any type of amusing, so why had she been laughing at him. There wasn’t a hint of anger in his expression, just confusion. 

“Why would she punish you for being taken, you said you were her object, why punish you if you fought back and were overpowered? It makes no sense, you’re obviously quite frail” 

He shook his head, the same issues with ownmentship were prevalent in slavery. Owners made arbitrary rules with no real reason, people were made into objects for no concrete reason. It frustrated him to no end, and yet he wanted so desperately to help this girl. 

“Ah! I just realized, I never caught your name. May you tell me?” 

Unfortunately, mostly for Hakuryuu, the two couldn't have kept the conversation going on for much longer as the mermans guard had finally found him. Ambassadors that had been sent to the surface with him in order to keep him from ending up either a slave or dead, what the prince didn’t like was that they shadowed him as if he was a child. 

“Prince Hakuryuu! There you are, you ran away to swim?! You soaked your clothes”, complained Jianghong, one of Kouen’s personal guards. 

Huffing and rolling his eyes the prince stood up, tailing turning back into a pair of human like legs.”fine fine” he responded, quickly saying goodbye to Kil before they could drag him away and lecture him on talking to strangers. 

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PTSD isn’t just flashbacks. while a lot of movies, books, games etc equate post traumatic stress disorder to having extremely vivid flashbacks in which one thinks the trauma is happening again, this is not the only symptom of PTSD, nor is it a requirement for having the disorder.

other symptoms of PTSD include

problems sleeping

nightmares 

hypervigilance (constantly checking surroundings for safety, looking for any possible threat)

being easily startled

being emotionally numb or not experiencing joy

seeing the world as a terrible place

memory loss 

trouble relating to others

physiological or strong emotional reactions to reminders of trauma 

intrusive thoughts about the trauma

(full list of criteria here)

flashbacks are not the be all and end all of PTSD. it’s a much more complex disorder than it’s portrayed in a lot of media, nor is it military exclusive. i hope this post can at least help educate some people beyond the incomplete and in some cases outright wrong information that a lot of people have.

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i don’t know how many of you are still active but here is a i am very sorry starter call. 

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Hi I’m poor please help 

YA BOY HAS OPENED COMMISSIONS AGAIN!!!!!

I revamped this because I wanted to make some improvements and updates in regards to my art, and in the fact that I’m mostly doing this because of current situations. I need a new computer, my current one (the one I’m using) has some major problems with it, and I need money in order to get a new one. 

But because I don’t want to make my parents do it and I cant go out and get a job physically because of my mental and physical health, I’ve taken to doing this. 

For traditional pieces, especially paintings, you’ll need to specify whether or not you want the physical piece, if you want me to mail them to you an extra cost of a $2 will be added. 

What I won’t draw!

Mecha

NSFW

Attack on Titan

Hisogon, Sinkou, or Jukou

What I will draw:

Your oc’s

Any fandom you want!

Any character you want!

Gore

My Paypal, Page on Commission prices

Please email me at Kilkazcommissions@gmail.com or PM me @kassittel to talk about what you want. 

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ima-kil-joy‌:

☾She just kind of stared blankly until she felt him shaking under her hands and frowned. She could tell he was regretful and scared now. She really should have just left, she had work to do and he didn’t exactly seem what one would call stable, but she couldn’t just leave him like this. On one hand she didn’t like seeing people suffering, even if she feigned indifference, and on the other she had no idea what he’d try to do if she didn’t manage to calm him.☽

☾Carefully, slowly, she leaned down and gave him what somewhat resembled a hug however she wasn’t really touching him very much, just sort of lightly hugging him. She kept her voice even, quiet but not a whisper either.☽

“Hey, take it easy. I’m not a snitch, and anyway I’m not exactly a saint either.”

Still shaking under her Hakuryuu desperately tried to will himself to be calm, pushing his bruised palms against his face to keep himself from crying. He had to show some form of emotional control and containment, even if she could see right through him and knew he was seconds away from breaking down. 

“t-thanks” he placed a hand on her arms, pushing slightly to signal for her to let him go. 

He figured he’d stayed long enough, he’d earned some money, even if the most of it was taken when he let an eight year old beat his ass. Guess that’s what he’d gotten when he agreed to sign the contract. 

Once Kil left the room he sighed, rubbing his temples with his hands. Dressing and gathering his things he went to leave, figuring he’d either use the little money he had left after the loss or he’d find another job on the island

Unlucky for him he didn’t have enough money for a fairy ride across the island, luckily for him the Islands Inn had an open position in the kitchen, and he nailed it. The Inn covered room and bored for those who didn’t live on the island, which was also a plus since he wasn’t sleeping on the streets. 

It had been around a month since he’d gotten his ass kicked by the kid fanalis, he’d gotten a new scar and had settled into life in the Inn fairly quickly. He didn’t really leave much anyway, other than to go and get thing’s from the market. The poor on the island, and a few of the slaves knew of him, considering he was one of the only non slave Kou people, who also wrapped his face in bandages, he stuck out. 

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;; Starter Call

Like/Reblog this post for a starter, I want to start more threads and write more, I took a little break so I want to get back into it!

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Not the official promo because I’m still making that, consider this an informal one! I’m Ash and I decided to make an oc rp account, to try to force myself back into rp thing. His name is Gilbert Simonis

Anyway’s! I’m semi selective and Indie! Here are my rules, Gilbert���s bio, and my currently empty verses page!

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          whatever path you take. wherever you might go. whenever you decide to leave.          

                                              I’LL FOLLOW.

                                              🗲 Ja’far. Independent. Private. 🗲

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❝The STARS are too FAR away for HUGS, but they’re my FRIENDS…I think…❞

A semi selective (crossover friendly) magi oc blog penned by Rei! 

(Muse, Verse, Rules, and Mun page can all be found here) 

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;; starter call

Like/Reblog for a starter. Specify muse or it will be randomized!

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