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friendship with dangan ronpa is over

new friendship with dead rising

did i do that meme right? probs not but

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this is basically an art blog now oof

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REUPLOAD

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oof

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nsfw,,,

mystery skulls I guess. 

im tired.

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oldish art style back at it again

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PSA

[[Phew! That was a loooong couple of weeks...I��m here and alive, but activity is gonna be spotty, still!]]

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Send “Draw!” and i will draw our muses together!

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“Monsters, huh? I guess then all the stories were true! The war, the monsters being forced to flee underground! This is so exciting! I get to meet actual monsters! Demons of the stories, hellquakers of forbidden tombs!” Blythe seemed very excited, but then her attention drew to the child once more. 

“Ah. Nice, you say? I knew my luck wouldn’t be as good down here. But, perhaps I could make....”friends” while I’m down here. And you’re one of those friends, so this should be easy. Hopefully.” If she had just enough of a hard time making friends up top, she’d maybe make friends down below easier.

“I guess that IS good for safety reasons! I wonder if protective measures are needed, in case I make one mad....I do that a lot.” A little laugh. She hopes she hasn’t made this child wary, as she wouldn’t actually hurt anyone down here, but if she needed to protect herself, she had read that Monsters have souls, and souls are the name of the game, baby!

The voodoo game, that is.

“I dunno if it this is weird, but can I ask a rather odd question?” She’d inquire, tilting her head. She doubts there was anything that this child knew about souls, and their manipulation.

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“Is time even real? I mean, it could just be a social constr-” Blythe remembers she’s talking to a small child, and shuts up to rephrase.

“I don’t know how long, I haven’t seen a clock since I’ve been here…or a calendar. I think I fell down here…maybe…a few hours ago? I was doing my ritual up in Mt. Ebott..Something fell from the ceiling, knocked me back into a hole, and I landed in a bed of flowers…Nobody came by, so I wandered for a while, and then decided to set up camp here.” She points to a large backpack, full of equipment and fabric, which has been unpacked and set up within the tall black trees. She had incense burning, and had a needle and thread inside a doll of sorts, a book sitting beside it.

“I decided to continue my ritual down here. You’re the first person I met, other than that weird skeleton looking guy who marched into my camp site…I just hid. I mean, from what Skeletons are portrayed as in the media, I didn’t want to be stabbed or be turned into a skeleton myself!” She laughed a bit, shaking her blonde hair out, its fluffiness knowing no bounds.

“But what about you? How long have YOU been down here? Have you eaten? Are you hurt? Is everything okay? Is there anything dangerous down here, other than skeletons?” She seemed concerned for the other’s safety. Blythe wonders of this child’s parents, what could be happening to them now that their child’s been gone for god knows how long! Not like it was any of her business.

“A few hours, huh? Well, that’s not bad! You’ve made it pretty far in just a few hours!”

It had taken them a fair while to get through the Ruins when they had first arrived here, plus they had stopped to sleep in the home when Toriel made the offer. So it had taken them a day at least to get through the Ruins. So of course they were impressed.

At the mention of the skeleton, the child seemed to perk up, their grin brightening more.

“Oh! You must have seen Sans, then! If it’s a smaller skeleton, that is. He’s pretty harmless, really. The worst you’ll have to deal with are his pranks and bad puns!”

Unless she did something to hurt a bunch of the monsters here. Then she’d just have a really bad time with Sans. But it didn’t seem like she’d hurt anyone yet, so maybe they wouldn’t have to mention it yet! They’d bring it up if she looked like she was going to hurt someone.

“I’ve been down here for a pretty long time, actually. The monsters down here are really nice, if you befriend them. Then there’s nothing really dangerous here. They’ve taken really good care of me. Like, they’ve healed me, and fed me, and helped me when I needed help. They’re all really nice!”

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“Is time even real? I mean, it could just be a social constr-” Blythe remembers she’s talking to a small child, and shuts up to rephrase.

“I don’t know how long, I haven’t seen a clock since I’ve been here...or a calendar. I think I fell down here...maybe...a few hours ago? I was doing my ritual up in Mt. Ebott..Something fell from the ceiling, knocked me back into a hole, and I landed in a bed of flowers...Nobody came by, so I wandered for a while, and then decided to set up camp here.” She points to a large backpack, full of equipment and fabric, which has been unpacked and set up within the tall black trees. She had incense burning, and had a needle and thread inside a doll of sorts, a book sitting beside it.

“I decided to continue my ritual down here. You’re the first person I met, other than that weird skeleton looking guy who marched into my camp site...I just hid. I mean, from what Skeletons are portrayed as in the media, I didn’t want to be stabbed or be turned into a skeleton myself!” She laughed a bit, shaking her blonde hair out, its fluffiness knowing no bounds.

“But what about you? How long have YOU been down here? Have you eaten? Are you hurt? Is everything okay? Is there anything dangerous down here, other than skeletons?” She seemed concerned for the other’s safety. Blythe wonders of this child’s parents, what could be happening to them now that their child’s been gone for god knows how long! Not like it was any of her business.

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Blythe crouches down (not to disrespect, but to simply reach for their hand), and eagerly takes the younger’s hand and shakes it rather heartily, grinning like a maniac. 

“Hiya, kiddo! M’name’s Blythe!” The witch seems delighted to make this acquaintance! Ever since she dropped through that hole in the mountain, Blythe has been seeing weird and strange things, rather happy and peaceful. As much as she wanted to cause somewhat of a stir, an unfamiliar feeling of guilt came through her as she even just the thought of doing something harmful here. Which was odd, as Blythe had no remorse for doing such magic upon others back home.

Maybe that’s because everyone treated her like crap and nobody here has done that yet? She has yet to see most of this world under the mountain, and hell, maybe she could stay here instead of at the world in which everyone seems to be against her.

“What’s your name, amigo?” The witch asked, seeming to sway her head side to side to the inaudible beat of a song.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Blythe! My name’s Frisk!”

Seeing another human here in the Underground certainly wasn’t a common occurrence here. In fact, Blythe had been the first one the child had seen since they had arrived here. And this was the first time that they had ever seen her before. So they were more than happy to accept the greeting. After all, the more friends, the better, right?

For a few moments, the child simply watched the other sway, seeming somewhat curious about her actions. However, after a moment, they decided to press on, quite curious about the new arrival.

“How long have you been here? Have you been in the Underground long?”

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Blythe crouches down (not to disrespect, but to simply reach for their hand), and eagerly takes the younger’s hand and shakes it rather heartily, grinning like a maniac.  “Hiya, kiddo! M’name’s Blythe!” The witch seems delighted to make this acquaintance! Ever since she dropped through that hole in the mountain, Blythe has been seeing weird and strange things, rather happy and peaceful. As much as she wanted to cause somewhat of a stir, an unfamiliar feeling of guilt came through her as she even just the thought of doing something harmful here. Which was odd, as Blythe had no remorse for doing such magic upon others back home.

Maybe that’s because everyone treated her like crap and nobody here has done that yet? She has yet to see most of this world under the mountain, and hell, maybe she could stay here instead of at the world in which everyone seems to be against her.

“What’s your name, amigo?” The witch asked, seeming to sway her head side to side to the inaudible beat of a song.

The child’s not saying anything at that moment… Instead, they simply smiled at the stranger, holding out a hand to shake. They didn’t have anything in their palm, like a certain skeleton would have…

It was just a simple handshake. That was all.

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Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

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☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* boku no hero academia 

👊 - please feel free to edit pronouns! 

“ I can’t lose. “

“ Dreams can become reality! “

“ All men are not created equal. “

“ I’m not going to give up. Ever! “ 

“ Isn’t it a hero’s job to save people? “

“ Never forget who you want to become. “

“ Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. “

“ I want to be like you! The strongest hero… “

“ I’m going to beat you all. Enjoy your win. “

“ Don’t worry about what other people think. “ 

“ Hold your head up high and plunge forward. “

“ Stop talking. I will win. That’s what heroes do. “ 

“ Maybe I failed this time, but I’m not giving up. “

“ As long as you’re by my side, I can do anything. “ 

“ Get a hold of yourself. You’re an adult, aren’t you? “

“ If you’re not trying to win, get the hell out of my face. “

“ You’ll regret making a fool of me… I’ll freaking kill you! “

“ There’s nothing crueller than letting a dream end midway. ”    

“ I have to live up to the hopes of those who supported me. “

“ I’m not going to be your worthless punching bag forever. “ 

“ It’s not bad to dream. But you also have to consider what’s realistic. “

“ When the enemy becomes certain of their victory, that will be our chance. “

“ If you’re going to become a hero, you don’t have time for such leisurely events. “ 

“Whether you win or lose, looking back and learning from your experience is a part of life.”

“ Remember why you started down this path, and let that memory carry you beyond your limit.”

“ Watching you run and shriek like a baby… makes the sadist in me ache for a chance to play. “

“ In the end, you’re just a tool for violence, made to keep us down. Violence only breeds more violence. “

“ We’ve got to start at the bottom and work up! And if we don’t earnestly cheer each other on… we’ll never be top heroes! “

“ The great hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said… ‘True heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life.’ “

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||Self promo!||

Hey, everyone! I’m back again with another blog, and this time, it’s a Dang//an Ronp//a OC!

If you’re interested in interacting with a peppy, yet sadistic witch, please like or reblog this post and I’ll check you out!

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Send in any of the following symbols and I’ll draw my muse with the corresponding expression attached. For multi-muse blogs, please specify muses!

☠ for a fearful expression.

💀 for a despairing expression.

💧 for a crying expression.

☣ for a horrified expression.

✘ for a skeptical expression.

ツ for a joyful expression.

☼ for an ecstatic expression.

✿ for a timid expression.

➳ for a neutral expression.

☯ for a contented expression.

ღ for an embarrassed expression.

❣ for a manic expression.

♫ for a thoughtful expression.

★ for a determined expression.

💉 for a hurt expression.

♠ for a desperate expression.

♟ for a melancholic expression.

✪ for a hateful expression.

♞ for an irritated expression.

💥 for an enraged expression.

⚡ for a shocked expression.

✽ for an uncomfortable expression.

♦ for a surprised expression.

♣ for a curious expression.

💦 for a nervous expression.

❤ for a lovestruck expression.

❄ for a cold expression.

💋 for a flirty expression.

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send me a ✏️ and my muse will draw a picture of your muse

alternatively, send ✏️+ a name for my muse to draw that character

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STARTER CALL ??/????

NEW FOLLOWERS?!

Starter call for some newbies on my blog’s follower list!

(Of course, the older ones of y’all can like this for a starter, but if we have an rp going already, I won’t be able to write you another one!)

((Personals, Non-mutuals, and non rp blogs please do not like this!))