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Holiday Hiatus

I shall be off to the land of my ancestors, but like hell am I roleplaying on mobile or logging in to the wonderful clusterfuck that's tumblr dot com on my work laptop, so I shall see you in just under 3 weeks.

You can reach me on @someidioticurl and discord:

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With her cheek rested on her hand hard enough her one eye closed, Emil stared at the screen. She picked her cup of iced tea and drunk from a straw, slurping as loudly as possible in the answer to Erik's clapping.

Should she turn off the critical thinking? Simply enjoy the game for what it was, with the buggy surprises? The game that marketed itself as a serious fantasy MMO developed by a big company and not a small, indie developer? Should she care for a game whose creators didn't care for?

"Food sounds great." Emil stretched in her chair, leaning back. "I've been snacking on cookies the entire time but I should take Bor for walkies and get groceries for some proper meal."

She circled the cursor over the dialog option to pay the bribe slash fine, but frowned. "Wait, can you even interact with this guy while I'm in the dialogue option with him?" She snorted. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if you killing him soft locked me in this window. Wanna try?"

Emil pressed the button as soon as Erik started asking 'the real questions' and it was... Anticlimactic. She had rolled a 18 and it was a success and the sword was now in her inventory with all the NPCs none the wiser, going about their coded routine...

She wrinkled her nose at the monitor screen, equipped the sword without even glancing at the item description and back-stabbed the mercenary, killing her in one hit but that got the enemy attention and...

And started a dialogue that hey, hurting people was illegal and gave them dialogue options to try to persuade or bribe their way out of it.

Rubbing her eyes, Emil groaned into the mic. "Did you change the difficulty while I wasn't looking? First this game makes everyone attack me because I failed one stealth check and now if gives me a way out after I killed someone in plain view!"

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@starzfield asked: ◓ !! (for everyone you want !)

Send ◓ and my muse will pick a Pokemon for your muse. - accepting

A dog Pokemon for Duncan. That part was easy; the question was which dog Pokemon as there were aplenty.

Poochyena would be a fun stab at Duncan's perpetualy angry face despite being a sweetie. Snubbull would be a similar stab but from the opposite direction.

Lillpup, Yamper, or Fidough were all adorable cutie pies and would look adorably funny in the arms of gruff owner.

Furfrou would be a fun choice too - the fashionable doggo for the rugged man.

Which doggo should she choose?

"Eevee." Was it even a dog pokemon? Or was it 'ambiguous between cat, dog and a fox'. Well, it didn't really matter to Emil. "Eevee for Duncan and I would look forward to seeing which form it evolves into. Most likely either of the friendship, or love based evolutions - this man would adore and absolutely dot on this Eevee - but I think Floreon would be a fun outcome too. Fiery, but fluffy - just like Duncan."

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It makes me happy when they listen

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"A crow slash sparrow, a chicken, a seagull, a duck. I wonder what will be the next bird that I get."

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Onigiri

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Emil now has a Skel.tor Staff

She made it herself. The head is made of steel. It hangs on a wall in her mess deck/living room. She sometimes uses it as a mace.

[brought to you by this]

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"There are. Hello. How are you." Emil spoke in a sing song tone, without lifting her gaze from her handiwork. "Nice weather we have today." There could be huge storm clouds looming over the horizon and quickly approaching for all she knew - all she was certain of was that it was warm with a slight breeze, but not the really sunny kind of warm, that baked your skin only on one side.

"Are you an angel because you look like you fell from heaven. If you and I were socks, we would make a great pair. If you were words on a page, you would be fine print." She started nodding her head and bobbing her hands as if rushing herself up. "Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me? Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie. Do you have a map? I just got lost in your eyes." With a snort, she grinned. "Are those to your satisfaction as openers, or should I keep going?"

[Because No One Stopped Me] @faebeloved (yes, I took this screenshot before you changed the url)

Emil sat down across him, with a stack of paper on her lap and a bowl of doughnut holes at her elbow. One by one, she popped a doughnut hole into her mouth, pushing out her cheek and - slowly munching at it - folded a sheet into a neat paper bat... Which she threw at Roy, aiming at his wide brimmed hat.

Each bat missed him by the mile.

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@heavenlyborne asked: 🥡 came back bc food

Send 🥡 and my muse will make a take out order for your muse

Now, just how should Emil approach that?

With Shalria being a World Noble and all that, she was accustomed to the finest of foods, both in terms of quality and fanciness. While Emil was confident enough to treat her with homemade treats, she didn't feel like subjecting some random, well-meaning cook to the risk of a World Noble's ire.

Not that Emil expected Shalria to deal the repercussions herself, but more that she could voice her dissatisfaction to her father or brother and they take offense in her stead.

Oh, well, it was hypothetical anyway.

"Pizza." Shalria didn't eat much so it shouldn't be anything too big, or heavy and Emil didn't even want to think what would happen if she offered some spicy chili, or kimchi. Maybe at some point in the future, when Shalria is even more food-adventurous, but not now. "Pizza on some nice stone baked crust with salmon, rucola and burrata."

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"Wanna be horny with me?" She had a beaten up cardboard box full of cheap reindeer horns headbands.

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@lured-into-wonderland asked: Apple-pie or cheesecake?

Make Me Choose Between _ & _ ? - accepting

"Apple-pie."

It was an easy choice. Sure, cheesecakes could be made in many different flavours - vanilla, various fruits, chocolate for some easy examples - and they could be baked, or cold, made with gelatine, while an apple-pie was rather straightforward... But Emil didn't care and in this case her tendency for variety was far out-weighted by her nostalgic love of apples.

Cheesecakes were nice and tasty, but an apple-pie was comforting.

After all, there was no cheese maker in her home village, where she used to hang out with Zack, but there was such apple tree.

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NAME: Lizard. Some shorten it to Liz and I'm on board with that but while I'm yet to stumble upon someone else using a nickname 'Lizard', I have seen 'Liz' before.

PRONOUNS: You have not reached the friendship lever required to unlock that info :p Seriously though, this is something I and Emil have in common, we use 'she/her' personally, but couldn't care less what others use for us, especially on the internet out of all places. You don't even know my real name! (except those who did PayPal with me because PayPal is a snitch >.>)

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Emil. She has been since her creation more than a decade ago and I foresee she will continue her iron grip on me for years to come. I might fixate over other muses - like Paper recently - but it usually goes away after a couple of days and they need to compete against her again till another spell of fixation comes around.

RP PET PEEVES: Overuse of epithets, and the time travels to reply to something that should have passed, but those are old and tired and while it's not a pet peeve I want to highlight something odd I noticed recently that got me worried: WHY ARE PEOPLE ASKING ME IF THEY CAN SEND ME IM'S OR ASKS? Has something happened in those 2 years I wasn't RPing on tumblr? What happened to the gleeful attitude of sending people you barely interacted with random stuff at 3am? YES you can send me stuff and it breaks my little cold heart that you feel the need to ask me in the first place! What tragedy has occurred that people now feel the need to ask??? Are we going to start asking if we can follow someone next?

So anyway, have a snack 🍪☕

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: I joined tumblr with Emil's blog on 14th of February 2014 and you can bet the only reason I remember the exact date is because it was a Valentine's Day in a Very Valentine's Day looking year. If it had been 2015 or 2013, I wouldn't be sure what year it was. I was pretty consistent for most of that time but then took about 2 years long break and came back this last December... And probably the only reason I'll remember the year will be because it was 2024, so exactly 10 years after joining.

FLUFF, ANGST, or SMUT: Action xD I have and will write all three of those but if you really want to grasp my attention with a thread, give me action. Let's make our muses have some specific goal in mind they are working together towards. Fluff and Angst are fun to write but only if our muses are close enough for it to actually matter and affect both of them. Not much point in me writing Emil's void state if your muse is not gonna care, is there? And I have a love-hate relationship with my smut writing: no matter what I write, it feels plastic and fake to me, but I want to get better at it and I won't get better if I don't write it. So yeah, Emil does one-night stands and I'm fine with writing them but... yeah, don't expect it to be good >.>

LONG/SHORT REPLIES: I can do anything, from one liners to novellas (I have written replies that were over 1K words). I usually mirror the length the partner gave me, but if they mirror me too, we probably will end up with multi paragraph length; something like 3-6 paragraphs.

BEST WAY TO INTERACT: Burst in like Kool-Aid and throw asks and IMs at me. Off with the 'but what if I annoy them?' BS. I post a lot of memes for you all to use and abuse. I post starter calls too - like them. There's a bunch of open starters that await replies and reblogs (but don't just leave a like on those; what am I to do with a like???)

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I like mornings the best but oh, guess what, 5/7 mornings are taken by my work xD I'm lucky enough to work a remote office job so I can sneak in a small reblog here and there, but yeah, can't really do much writing then >.> So I tend to write in afternoons; after I worked, ate and watched a video, or two.

Tagged by Stolen from: @riddlesnap

Tagging: You :p

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How do you gesture a heart?

If Emil's resting her head on her hands and wants to be subtle, it's like this, with her chin still rested atop her fingers:

Otherwise, it's like this:

Tagged by: No one, I've just made it up :p

Tagging: @despairforme (if he had to :p) @melodysian (Uta and maybe others if you feel like multiples) @riddlesnap @willofd (Argentí and maybe others if you feel like multiples too) and anyone else who wants to have a go at it

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Have a pic of Law too - an old commission by zombbean

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Sense Sense No Mi - Emil's sight & balance

Warning: eye damage mention.

It's the devil fruit that blinded Emil and which she hunted down and ate in the Evil Verse.

It allows to manipulate human senses, steal them from others, store and pass upon touch (the longer and bigger contact area, the quicker the 'transfer'). It doesn't 'create' new senses - they need to be picked from other people first.

It allows the transfer of the traditional five senses, but also others, like sense of balance, sense of time, sense of pain, proprioception (sense where your own body parts are relative to each other = what allows you to touch your own nose even with eyes closed) and so on.

The fruit doesn't damage any body parts associated with the given sense, but removes one's ability to use it and similarly it doesn't heal any damage but overwrites it and makes one able to use a gifted sense. Emil's clouded eye colour is purely visual (badumtzz) and they would turn their original amber colour if Emil ever lost them (ask her how she knows it if you wanna hear a gruesome story).

Ramzen Poinciana was the fruit user that blinded Emil. He was also the one who enslaved her and he removed it and gave it back multiple times over the years but he eventually was killed while Emil's sight was gone.

Unbeknownst to Emil, over the years, Ramzen had boosted her sense of balance and the aforementioned proprioception. She's always had a good control over her own body, so she never noted the improvements as anything artificial.

Evil Verse Note: if Emil wants to torment someone, she likes to take away their sight, balance, and proprioception, and watch them flail about on the ground.

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Pronouns - Mix It Up (& Voice)

While I only use 'she' when referring to Emil and she considers herself to be 'I just work here but I guess a woman', Emil couldn't care less what pronoun others use to address her. She, he, they, xe, te, whatever you wanna use, go for it. In fact she will give you extra brownie points for mixing it up.

Except 'it'. She will gut people for calling her 'it'.

Also, here's [my wonky attempt at how Emil sounds like]. Ignore the weird R's, I can't roll them to save my life but Emil can.