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{Alright, managed to change the URL, so I’m now over at @strdstd ~}

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{Alright, managed to change the URL, so I’m now over at @strdstd ~}

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{Alright, managed to change the URL, so I’m now over at @strdstd ~}

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{Alright, managed to change the URL, so I’m now over at @strdstd ~}

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{Okay! I haven’t said anything abt this, but, I have decided to remake this blog! So it has been moved over to @sstrdstd (double s until I change this one’s URL). Just felt like I needed a bit of a revamp, complete with new blog & altered muse list. Otherwise, everything else is the same. So… ye~}

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{Okay! I haven’t said anything abt this, but, I have decided to remake this blog! So it has been moved over to @sstrdstd (double s until I change this one’s URL). Just felt like I needed a bit of a revamp, complete with new blog & altered muse list. Otherwise, everything else is the same. So… ye~}

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{So... made a Boothill playlist-}

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Send "Rumor Has It..." And a rumor about my muse and see how they respond.

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{Boothill my beloved-}

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{2.2 spoilers!}

More of Boothill’s neck is visible than I thought…

Now… I’m not saying he deserves neck kisses bc that’s where he’s most sensitive… but that’s exactly what I’m saying- Pls, either gently kiss his neck or straight up leave marks there. Will he short-circuit the first time for either? Yes. Bc he’s touch/affection-starved af. However, if marks are left on him, expect him to retaliate by leaving marks of his own once he regains his composure.

That is all, thank for coming to my TED talk-}

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Difficult vs Likable person tests.

"Risk-takin' looks 'bout right~"

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I'll   make   a   PROPER   promo   later,   but   for   now   hello   there!   can   you   help   a   girl   out   and   maybe   give   this   a   LIKE   or   REBLOG   if   you're   willing   to   interact   with   a   brand   new   JEAN   GUNNHILDR   blog?   by   doing   so,   I   can   look   over   your   blogs   and   rules!   THANK   YOU,   I   hope   we   can   interact   soon! 

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{I must say, I apologize for the person I will become when we get Boothill in-game tomorrow-}

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𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐃: an indie & selective multi-fandom multi-muse ★ multi-verse & multi-ship ★ oc & crossover friendly ★ low/sporadic activity ★ written by kit (they/them & 24) ★ © & ©

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His remaining eye was quick to flicker open, steel-blue flashing a bright red upon noticing a presence near him. It'd been his own recklessness that'd landed him in such a rough state, but since when had it not? Risky way of doing things, not exactly thinking ahead to the consequences. That was his style. Go big, or go home. Not like he had a home to go back to, anyway. This particular time, he'd paid the price. Some thugs took a little too much interest in him, it seemed. Only able to repair the majority of damages himself before needing to power down to conserve energy.

Blue instead of red stained his inhuman body. Such a contrast, he'd say he'd gotten used to and didn't think much of by now. Yet, it did have the tendency to be... oddly unnerving.

It did take him a few tries to get his voice going again, with merely garbled, distortion leaving his mouth. However, with the sounds of creaking metal accompanying him, he rose to his feet.

"Well, would ya look at that? Someone did take pity on me, after all." There was a smile present with a smoky laugh, sharp teeth on full display. As though he wasn't nearly turned into scrap metal, maybe an hour or two ago. "Not that I need it, but... Ah, whatever. Thanks for wakin' me up. Much appreciated. Now, if y'don't mind, I'll on my merry way."

              blood.  the iron scent is all too familiar to ceres, much like the rotting sight of death.  something was wrong.  she could feel it, somehow, and worries that someone could be in trouble.  following her gut, she had rounded corner, heels of her shoes quietly tapping upon the ground until she finally found the source of what had caught her curiosity.  body, slumped over  ..  whether it was their blood that she was seeing, or another's –  she's not quite certain.  she stands frozen, grey eyes wide and throat dry.  she wants to say something, but words remain trapped.  in truth, ceres even fears stepping too close, but she can't budge from her own spot to even move backwards, or search for help  ..  well, until her body does decide to move.  each step is careful, cautious as she approaches against her better judgment.  click  ..  click  ..  click  ..  she can see movement in the body : clear signs of life, but she doesn't know how grievous the wounds might be. 

          it's difficult to discern much from the dark shadows of the surroundings.     ❝ um .. ❞     ceres finally finds her voice long enough to actually speak.  she casts her gaze around, searching for any immediate danger before crouching and tilting her head to try and get a glimpse of their face.     ❝ h- hello .. ? ❞     courage has clearly escaped her grasp, and she keeps a bit of distance between herself and the body, her heart racing as she tries to form coherent thoughts.  if not for the obvious signs of blood  (  plenty of it, in fact.  )  she might have been able to react with less hesitation.

– @strdstd.

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a small psa that, if you’re writing with me, there’s never any pressure.  you can always take as much time responding to things as you need.  days, weeks, months, it’s fine with me!   you and your well-being come first.   i never want you to feel like i’m expecting you to write, because that’s never the case.  and i never want you to feel rushed for replies.  you, the mun, always come first, full stop.  <3

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{…Mortefi canonically likes classical music & owns a record player, playing it while he researches- 🥺 Has this given me the idea of his s/o pulling him into a dance in order to get him to stop working? Yes~ He’ll initially act all huffy abt it, but he’d soon relent & keep the dance going despite his little “annoyed” grumbles here & there.