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                                     Fandomless OC, Zimra Ostengrav              A rogue-type who enjoys the adventures of traveling and stealing. 

                                           ✧ OC and Canon friendly ✧                                                      ✧ Multiverse ✧                                              ✧ 8-9 years experience ✧

                   Looking for a fresh start and new partners to write with ✌️

                                                    { Rules | Muse }

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                                     Fandomless OC, Zimra Ostengrav              A rogue-type who enjoys the adventures of traveling and stealing. 

                                           ✧ OC and Canon friendly ✧                                                      ✧ Multiverse ✧                                              ✧ 8-9 years experience ✧

                   Looking for a fresh start and new partners to write with ✌️

                                                    { Rules | Muse }

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👥 + scarredassassin because i've seen your muses banter and i enjoy reading them ww

send me 👥 + a url you think would be a good writing partner for me and why. || Accepting

Hey @scarredassassin,

We have a fan B)

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I quite like them, yes!! We get along well I feel, and our muses seem to jive really well together. Who would have thought an assassin and a rogue would have made such great family friends?

They’re certainly an odd pair, but an enjoyable mix I’d say. I certainly have fun with Trick whenever we get our muses up to shenanigans. 

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A riddle of giggles. Zimra tried her best to contain the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes as she stifled her laughter. She had to wonder which one he found. 

Regaining composure, the rogue finally called back. 

“Tsk, tsk Conrad! This is a library! There’s no need to shout.” Of course, she’s not coming out of her hiding spot if she can help it. 

He couldn’t quite tell just where her voice was coming from. Damm that thief, she was doing pretty good at getting him with this every time.

“I am aware of that, though why don’t you come out of hiding?” he sighed, giving up at finding just where she was hiding at this time around, since it was evident that she won. At least her jokes weren’t causing any harm to the library itself, so he couldn’t complain there.

Zimra would never hurt Conrad’s library, given how attached to it he seemed to be. But unfortunately, or perhaps, most fortunately, that didn’t mean that the librarian himself was off limits.  “And what? Risk getting an earful? I’ll pass.” Drumming her fingers along her thigh, the rogue shook her head. “I’ll tell you what. If you can find me in the next minute, I’ll retrieve the rest of the puns I hid.”

She’s sure that deal will sound enticing enough to him. All for a bit of fun. 

Seems someone got into Conrad's library and slipped puns in the books again! By the quirky handwriting, he may recognize the culprit, but not before being exposed to some _punderful_ jokes. // 'I had to clean out my spice rack and found everything was too old and had to be thrown out. What a waste of thyme!'

By this point he didn’t even need to ask who it was doing this as a single name rung throughout the walls of the library.

“ZIMRAA!”

Needless to say, he really did not appreciate that pun at all.

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A riddle of giggles. Zimra tried her best to contain the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes as stifled her laughter. She had to wonder which one he found. 

Regaining composure, the rogue finally called back. 

“Tsk, tsk Conrad! This is a library! There’s no need to shout.” Of course, she’s not coming out of her hiding spot if she can help it. 

Seems someone got into Conrad's library and slipped puns in the books again! By the quirky handwriting, he may recognize the culprit, but not before being exposed to some _punderful_ jokes. // 'I had to clean out my spice rack and found everything was too old and had to be thrown out. What a waste of thyme!'

By this point he didn’t even need to ask who it was doing this as a single name rung throughout the walls of the library.

“ZIMRAA!”

Needless to say, he really did not appreciate that pun at all.

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Tell me what is the best and/or worst thing about my muse. Be honest as you can and don’t hold back with your muse’s feelings.

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( Character shaming sign - 'Is prone to leaving terrible puns around.' )

“Don’t you mean tearable, Conrad? Ripping up my puns can be great stress relief.”

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send me 👥 + a url you think would be a good writing partner for me and why.

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What kind of character shaming sign would you hang on my muses neck?

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Hey y’all, 

You might have noticed I’ve been pretty inactive the last few days. Recently I started a new job and the hours have left me pretty wiped out by the time I get home. I still want to continue all our threads, I just might be quite a bit slower about it than usual. 

In the mean time, I’ll be reblogging memes to send in to keep the muse and interact with y’all, since I usually have the energy to do short little things. 

Cheers y’all. Thanks for tuning in~

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Oh yeah, it’s ya girl with the shiny new daggers. 

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@scarredassassin

if I get attached to your OC, you’re doomed I’m doomed we’re doomed

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Olympian Aesthetics ;

tagged by : Stole it, actually tagging : Whoever wants to fill this out, because this is long and I don’t expect y’all to go through and unbold and unitalicize everything.

APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes  

DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory. || Not Accepting || Sneaky little thing got lost in my drafts

“You know... As much as I can laugh about that little situation Akane created with Kare, Conrad, and I, you could probably see how uncomfortable I was.”

A pause, fidgeting with her hands. 

“It’s... not entirely the prospect of wearing skirts that I have an aversion to. It’s--”

This is uncomfortable.

“When I was a bit younger, I had someone make some unwanted advances. There’s no nice way to say it. They shoved their hands up my shirt and skirt and were overly... grabby. I was lucky enough that I had Mark and Thomas to bail me out of that situation. I don’t think I could have fought him off at that time.”

It’s out there now.

“It happened again when I left Verabi. I was trying to make some money, though admittedly, simply outright stealing out of their pocket, and while it wasn’t noticed, I was. Bastard wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, and you can bet he got a face full of fist... which only aggravated him. I thought he would have given up after that first punch.”

Aggressive son of a bitch.

“These days I prefer not to chance it if I don’t have to. There’s nothing wrong with wearing pants with a sturdy belt anyway.”

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3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

nervous laughter

Well, as of about three days ago I would have answered this question completely differently than I am about to. So uh, I’m going to give both. 

Zimra’s been through some hell. A considerable amount. Growing up in a gang initially came with its own challenges, rough treatment not exactly uncommon. Fast forward several years, after she left Verabi, and you start getting into the events of her getting tangled up with The Association, the organization that Kare is a part of. Torture and testing proved to be immensely unbearable at the hands of trained assassins, but to some surprise, Zimra wouldn’t rank it as the worst pain she’d ever experienced. By that time, she’d grown to be far more durable, even if the repeated experiences were quite painful. 

The worst pain that Zimra would place at the top was being branded after being admitted to prison. For as tough as her life could be up to that point, the rogue was lucky enough to have someone come running to her side when it got that way, often shielding her from much worse. Being beat down on occasion couldn’t prepare for the agony of having a hot iron pressed into her arm, searing the skin to mark her apart from the ‘honest’.

So, what was the event that succeeded this three days ago?

Being stabbed by Kare’s cursed blade. And having to sear the wound shut to save her own life after.

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

There’s honestly two ways that I could answer this and I’m not sure which is the better way to do so, so, once again, I’m going to do both. This is quite a bit shorter in nature anyway. 

As for the literal nightmare had, Zimra’s worst one follows through with the repeat memory of her accidentally killing Arryn, one of her gang’s leaders. Sometimes it follows through closely to how the actual events went, and sometimes it is distorted wildly; feelings pulled to the extreme, atmospheric inconsistencies, and even wild additions, such as witnesses and jeering, or Arryn himself saying things to guilt her and make the nightmare unbearable, her mistake tormenting her as she sleeps. On occasion, she will still relive this nightmare, and though the feeling of killing is no longer foreign and overwhelming, this still remains so. 

Coming to a nightmare she doesn’t want to see realized? Zimra doesn’t want to be forgotten. Abandoned. This is a considerable issue that’s been visited a couple of times in the last week, and I can’t stress the importance enough. If we want to get specific and mention names? Zimra wouldn’t be able to handle betrayal from Kare and Rune, two individuals she considers family with all they’ve been through together. The rogue has shared so many secrets with them and placed a considerable amount of trust that having those ties severed like the ones she used to have with Thomas and Mark (her caretaker and childhood friend respectively) would utterly wreck her. She’s not entirely sure she could go back to feeling like there’s nobody who cared enough to stick by her side. 

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43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

Hooo… hohoho–

That’s a really difficult one. 

See, on one hand, yes, Zimra wishes that several events in her lifetime could have been changed, but on the other, those same events lead her to leave home and meet some amazing individuals (becoming close enough to consider them family). When she thinks of that, there’s part of her that says, no, I don’t want to change what happened.

Because if she did, she may have never met them. 

I’ll go a step further. While Zimra may be conflicted on whether or not she could change her past, here are the big things that, if everything else were to remain the same, that is, meeting the people she’s grown close to and found good friendship in, she might change in a heartbeat. 

* Killing Arryn, aka that influential gang leader who intercepted the rogue after her jail break. She had nightmares for months after accidentally landing a fatal blow, the full weight of actually killing someone swinging like a felled hammer. In a matter of life and death, Zimra defended herself using the skills she’d acquired, but was not nearly ready enough for such an outcome. Subdue. Run. If it sounds familiar, it is. The woman still employs the first half this mindset in a fight when she can help it. > As an extension to this, Zimra wishes she hadn’t become used to killing. The fact that driving a blade into the body of another human and it not bother her is a loss of innocence that she wishes she could get back. The fact that she’s become (mostly) numb to the emotional consequences is disturbing. 

* It should go without saying that Zimra would gladly take away the experience of prison. Such was, yet again, not something she was in the least bit prepared for despite the very real chances she could end up there. At the time, she was a thief, and not much more. The kid was pretty soft at admission. 

* She wishes she could have asked Thomas and Mark what happened the night she was apprehended. Had the chance to see them again. She wants those answer still, but never got them because of the run in with Arryn. To this day, despite having the feeling of betrayal creeping up her spine, she still misses them. 

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