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[Sorry for the radio silence folks. Wanted to watch S8 before hopping back on. I loved it.]

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Arshia shrugged. Well at least he’s learning. “While I do so enjoy your more protective instincts,” she said, “rest assured that I would not be attempting to open something of this nature were I not reasonably certain it would not end in disaster.” The fish woman cracked her neck, then lay back, her head resting on the backpack positioned conveniently behind her.

“Any security system worth its salt has redundancy. The room behind this door will, in all likelihood, be yet another seal with yet another puzzle. However, it will contain unweathered art, pottery, and the like. I am not aiming to uncover some ancient evil here, just to learn a little more about those who buried it.”

“Do you need help opening that?” - Lore

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Arshia looked down at the runelocked seal in front of her. She didn’t turn to face Lore, instead opting to continue the conversation as she looked it over. “How long have you been watching me go at this?” She’d been puzzling over this thing for something like eight straight hours, with only breaks to eat, drink, or just look at something else to interrupt.

She hadn’t actually made any attempts to open it, since she was reasonably certain there was a trap of some variety if she didn’t magically guess the correct combination. Say what you will about long-dead alien civilizations: they knew when something was worth protecting.

“I’ve got at least three relevant doctorates,” Arshia continued, “but these were some clever bastards, and it doesn’t help that even the best translation I can think of is…ambiguous.”

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NAME :  Arshia Marsh THEIR PROFESSION : “Warden” i.e. ‘member of a secret society dedicated to protecting the world’ (main verse), freedom fighter/vigilante/adventurer (verses like Voltron, FMA, etc.) WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND :  Gallivanting around, doing whatever she wants, wherever she wants. Also her hometown, which she loves dearly despite its...state of disrepair FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE : Anything that once breathed   FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK :  Rum & Coke FAVOURITE TRAIT :  A willingness to accept the seemingly horrific, whether simply as true, or as a friend  WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE :  Pretty much anywhere, but  IDEAL GIFT :  Give her something to remember: an event, an experience, a day without troubles WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL :  Literally whenever HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED :  See above.

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“Fair nuff,” Arshia replied with a noncommittal shrug. The curiosity on the other’s face was clear as day, but Arshia’s flair for the dramatic and her...less than above-board...methods necessitated a more meaningful reveal. “Ya mean ta tell me. That y’just up an’ wandered into a town like this one?” She gestured at the dilapidated buildings, the crumbling infrastructure, the depopulated streets.

“Hard t’believe, let’s say.”

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“Lucky, huh?” Arshia tsked. “Ain’t very lucky to wind up ‘round these parts.”

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Christ on a bike never convince me to make blogs on mobile again!! But that aside! What the up is happening guys!! Kyu back at it again with another FMA OC!! (let’s hope she stays-) Give this a good ol Like/Reblog if you’re interested in RPing and I’ll check ya out!!

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Arshia let out an approving sound as Epiphron exerted his strength, pushing her back. His eager movements, his less-than-eager attitude...this was new and interesting to her. She let her hand fall from his chin, curious to see where this was heading. Her tongue slid back between her teeth and she rolled her hips against his thigh.

“Very well. You have permission to blow my mind.” Her hands rested on Epiphron’s hips, mostly as a means to keep herself upright as he guided the two of them towards the bed. Many a mood had been ruined by an unfortunate--albeit hilarious--tumble.

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Good. Arshia’s tongue tightened around Aurelie’s neck. Not enough to hurt or to really cut off her breath, but enough that it made speaking just that little bit more difficult. She removed her hand from her partner’s folds and waggled a finger at her. “Ah-ah. No talking unless it’s my name...or another involuntary word.” The corners of her mouth turned up.

She pulled her left leg up and around Aurelie’s right, adjusting herself so her clit was positioned against Aurelie’s right leg, and Aurelie’s clit could rest--or ride--against hers. This freed her hands to roam along her partner’s body. She began by pulling Aurelie’s waist down towards her leg, then began tracing her clawed digits slowly, gently along her partner’s back.

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Arshia dusted herself off and knelt down beside Marina’s body, while the cat continued...doing whatever it was doing. With a few words, and some rhythmic claw tapping along Marina’s body, a few glowing lines appeared along her skin.

“Aw, c’mon, I was just having some fun!” not-Marina said. “Cut a space bug some slack, huh?”

Arshia shook her head. “Shan. Easy as the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its radius.” Pi. She sighed and pinched her nose. “Also the most annoying possible outcome.” She turned to Epiphron. “Ephi. You’re doing great. Something’s gonna come out of Marina’s body and I need you to catch it before it goes in anyone else’s. Cool?”

“Whoa. Whoa. Easy there, warden. I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

Arshia shot a glare at not-Marina. “You shoulda died with your planet, parasite.”

“Ouch.”

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“Okay, I think you’re missing the point,” Arshia ducked under a blow from not-Marina, who was now mostly just trying to get a very well-coordinated cat off from her back. “The cat came from stars-know-where, is at least tangentially related to her interdimensional communiques, and–” she stepped aside as not-Marina bumped into the wall where Arshia had recently been standing.

“And I could really use your muscles holding that body down right now so I can finish my job and we can have a real conversation.”

“Wait, what?” not-Marina said, turning and finally noticing Epiphron. “Oh…balls.”

The cat, for its part had managed to get its claws stuck somewhere in not-Marina’s clothes and was trying rather desperately to get unstuck so it continue its work.

Arshia was ordinarily not opposed to fighting, but Marina–and particularly this body–was one she rather liked, and her usual methods of combat were too lethal to use on a body she wanted to keep around. So she opted for her less-than-optimal tactic of getting the shit kicked out of her while Marina-but-a-cat did her work. This was going…not so well.

—- OF COURSE HE WAS MISSING THE POINT, because there seriously was no point to understand here ! Her friend-slash-lover had turned into a cat, her body was apparently possessed by some cosmically evil entity or some shit along those lines, and he was so far lost behind, Arshia would need to send him a postal card to invite him back in the fun. But muscles was a word he need and a command he could somewhat obey without needing a drawing, a lengthy explanation, and five more weeks to ponder about it.

STEPPING inside the room, Epiphron did not hesitate for a split second before grabbing the fake Marina’s arm, pulling her at him, kicking her feet from under her as he did so. Pushing her, he made certain to not allow her to crash on her back ( on the cat ? ), using his own weight to send her falling on her side instead.

JAMMING a knee in her lower back, he made sure to leave enough room for the cat ( that was still so surreal, but not much more surprising ) to get unstuck and keep clawing if it needed to.

BUT he held her down with all of his weight. Just to see how strong she really was.

       << Alright, alright kids, fun’s over. N-n-no one’s allowed t-t-to b-b-bust anyone’s face w-w-when I’m around, okay. >>

TURQUOISE eyes looked up to Arshia, ever so briefly. Was he doing this right ? Were these the muscles she was referring to ?

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Arshia smiled to herself. It was rare enough to hear a compliment from Lore, rarer still that it was something so relevant to both of their interests. She let the pause speak for itself. “Yes,” she said with a sigh. “They certainly knew what they were doing.” She gestured to the fading inscription on the box’s lid. “I can make out all the original text--and lucky for me, my vision’s good enough that I can even read the thinner graphemes they used to--” she shook her head. “Ah, never mind. Point is, I can read the damn thing, but it’s not doing me a whole lotta good.”

She let out a chuckle at Lore’s joke. “Well, fortunately I believe this predates both of those, so we’re clear on those fronts. No, this is supposed to contain...well, technically just a key. But a key to...” she gestured to the larger, circular seal on the ground in front of her. “That.”

“Do you need help opening that?” - Lore

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Arshia looked down at the runelocked seal in front of her. She didn’t turn to face Lore, instead opting to continue the conversation as she looked it over. “How long have you been watching me go at this?” She’d been puzzling over this thing for something like eight straight hours, with only breaks to eat, drink, or just look at something else to interrupt.

She hadn’t actually made any attempts to open it, since she was reasonably certain there was a trap of some variety if she didn’t magically guess the correct combination. Say what you will about long-dead alien civilizations: they knew when something was worth protecting.

“I’ve got at least three relevant doctorates,” Arshia continued, “but these were some clever bastards, and it doesn’t help that even the best translation I can think of is…ambiguous.”

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[Hey all! Sorry I’ve been on the slow end these past couple weeks (one or two particular threads notwithstanding). Straight-up all of my creative energy (and most of my non-creative energy) has been consumed by a couple projects I’m working on. Activity should tick up slightly soon!]

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In a brief moment of sheer lucidity amongst the ecstasy, Arshia produced a fanged, Cheshire-cat-like grin. She sat up like lightning and her tongue snaked out of her mouth once more, curling once, twice, almost three times around Aurelie’s neck. Meanwhile, the movement also sent Arshia’s soaking folds crashing against Aurelie’s hand, and she gasped through her gills as her body shook.

Her tongue’s grip was loose, and the look on Arshia’s face--aside from the sheer pleasure visible in it--was a question. Is this good? “Let’s fix that, then,” her voice emerged from her gills, noticeably deeper, as her free hand moved up to caress Aurelie’s breasts once more.

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Arshia followed, silently keeping pace with Kimbley as she walked. It seemed either preferred to act instead of speaking when possible, or that she was simply a woman who had had a very long day and very much didn’t feel like talking any more than necessary. Whichever was the case, she didn’t seem to object to anything Kimbley had said, which in itself was a minor miracle, given the words Devil, dingy hovel, and rotten had all escaped his mouth in relatively rapid succession.

“Drinks first,” she said. “I don’ s’pose this dingy hovel’o yers takes Xingese coin?” She thrust one of her hands into a pocket seemingly for the sole purpose of making the coins in it jangle obnoxiously. “Been hard prest t’finda place ‘round these parts what takes ‘em.” It didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest that she was walking around with what sounded like a small fortune in her pocket. Perhaps she was just naive? Or perhaps, as her bearing and banter to this point had suggested, she was merely well-enough acquainted with combat to believe any robber who targeted her was in for a very bad day.

“I always like t’hear ‘bout the rotten stuff ov’r a glass o’ somefin’. Takes the edge off.”

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Arshia cocked her head curiously to one side. The silence with which she regarded Kimbley was long, lasting the larger part of thirty seconds, and in it she barely seemed to breathe, let alone move. He was analyzing her, and she’d be damned if he was the only one doing the analyzing.

He had slouched…but only just, as likely a ruse as reality. “Has it?” she asked, her voice resembling the breeze that passed through the alley on occasion. “Fraid I wouldn’ know.” She shrugged, her head returning to its former upright position. The joke appeared to either be so banal to her that she didn’t justify it, or merely have passed over her head, as the fish woman made no effort to address it. Not even the slightest twitch of her thin lips.

“Ain’t really from ‘round these parts. S’pose I might be needin’ a rest. Or a drink.” she flashed a toothy grin, revealing anglerfish-like teeth: long, thin daggers lined her gums. “Somefin’s rotten in th’ state’f Amestris. I ain’t cross no desert for quiet.”

Of course Kimbley matched the creature’s scrutiny during the entirety of the exchange, but he ensured it was the sort of scrutiny that did not present an overt threat. He was enjoying, after all, this little chat—and, at her remarks concerning her needs, decided he would certainly have no qualms with inviting yet another addition to the Nest’s already widening plethora of animal acquaintances.

“Then I do believe I could be of assistance,” Kimbley offered, finally getting to his feet. He took a moment to stretch himself out, joints crackling almost absurdly as he did so, then retrieved the clothes he had slung over the back of his chair and swung them onto his shoulder. “Right around the corner is a little establishment known as the Devil’s Nest. It might be considered a bit of a dingy hovel to some unfamiliar with its nature, but I find it to provide an array of pleasant diversions—respite, surprisingly, amongst them.”

Sauntering forward, hands in his pockets, he expected her to follow—though, not without first adding:

“—Though if you are indeed in the mood for something rotten, that could also be arranged.”

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Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

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I want to see what NSFW headcanons you have for my character. Go on anon if you’d like. Be as graphic or as vague as you want. If I like it, I’ll accept it.

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It doesn’t look like much, the old wound. Just another place where the skin is no longer smooth. The small, dot-like structure could easily go unnoticed. “This’n?” she asked. “Ye’d be surprised th’ things they go outta their way t’protect in Xing. Learnt t’check fer traps after a situation involvin’ a giant bricka jade an’ some javelins. One of ‘em nearly got me.” She shook her head and smiled. “Also learnt a thingertwo ‘bout self-surgery that day. Not t’mention howta make a self-firing dart launcher. Very handy whenya needta sleep an’ there’s some nasties out there lookin’ forya.”

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It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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dirty levels .

001 . ————- flirting .

“hey gorgeous… is this seat taken?”

“your body looks s o good in this light”

“care to dance? i’ll teach you how hips work”

“how about i get you a drink and you tell me about yourself?”

“here i dreaded going out… and i was lucky enough to meet an angel”

“come closer baby”

“want to come and join me?”

“oh you got a little something there… let me fix it for you”

“your eyes are gorgeous”

“your lips are so beautiful”

“do you come here often?”

“your place or mine?”

002 . ————— behind closed doors.

“oh baby… you’re so hard/wet.”

“kiss me… harder.”

“kiss me — there…”

“please… i need you”

“shut the door — quickly… i can’t wait to fuck you”

“your breasts so beautiful”

“unzip me ~ slowly…”

“hurry up… i’m getting impatient ~”

“how about… i pour champagne down your stomach… and get a little naughty”

“are you a naughty girl/boy?”

“that’s right baby, spread open for me”

“how does it feel? ~ you like that?”

“you’re driving me crazy… ! ”

“keep them on… i like it that way”

“You really know how to make a girl wet…“

“Tell me where you want to touch me first.“

“I can’t wait for you to put it in me.“

003 . ————— in the act .

“Bite my neck and fuck me harder.”

“I want you to cum all over my face.“

“Don’t stop.“

“Fill me up.“

“You like how I fuck you?“

“Cum for me.“

“That’s… s o good —”

“Mmm… please… ”

“G—god, more… more!”

“That’s it — that’s the spot baby!”