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Already have some of them being worked and in the stages of finishing! Once I get them done they will be posted! Just a small preview here with all the route and stuff happening for me, I’m itching for joining and doing more rping soon ^^
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I am alive and well, and good news! I have WORKED and gotten glaze almost done. I'm so close to being more active on here as well!
I'll hopefully return by the end of the month, maybe sooner. A lot of stuff has changed and gotten better, I feel more energetic and well, so I hope to be back by the end of the month!
Threads are saved and I will update later today on the new stuff.
Have a good day/night/evening!
☆Merci 《=^•w●^=》
Edit: dang I thought it posted at 11:23 A.M
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Do you have any plans?
I do! Well, most are for how I'm rewriting the blog/AU.
I'm currently giving Alfor, Kolivan, and Trigel (new) updated appearances and bios. I know it seems like forever but work is biting my bind right now. Especially this week because my truck load delivered at like..2:30 P.M (usually between 1-4 A.M)
But I do have plans, I also do want to respond to my threads, but some may take longer than others, I want a clear mind/be able to respond in due time :>. Most are in drafts as of now!
I'm also working on making more art for the blog and plotting out possible thread concepts and ideas. To which I'll contact if anything major changes but for the most part my threads should be fine!
Anyways...plans.
Finishing Alfor's appearance ref
Finish Kolivans color/linework
Trigel sketch cleaning/coloring
Trigel, Alfor, Kolivan bio updates and other more fun/Info dumps
Basic introduction for blog (general rules and mun bits :3)
Moving threads over there (mayhaps some fun Lil doodles)
Finished custom icons (currently debating on edits or custom)
I'm just kinda trying to have it at least 85% complete before I do anything. I want it to look nice and be somewhat organized (at least in my eyes lmao)
But that's what I'm doing as of now! Alive but working on that, It helps me recover through the busy af weeks ((I love the route, but damn can it be like this year's spring 😭)
#//OOC#//ANSWERED#//GREAT GREY BEINGS SPEAK__#[[I think I was more active late year because I still worked at my old job part time#but its nicw to have a break and let my passion grow :>#and for the job too ^^
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Alfor looked down and over once things appeared to calm down. "It appears so. We won't hurt you." He spoke in a softer tone, but continued his approuch towards them. Still attempting to appear non-threatening.
Their knowledge was still merely surface-level, if even that much. He could only hope it was close to that.
Coran watched in silence as Alfor went ahead to grab one of the two. One hand reach out for winged barring imp, and the other for running one. Trying to make a quick decision in approuch. An attempt which he already could tell would fail.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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Well, works on one of the others! So, that’s good. Probably some sort of glitch, until it’s fixed I suppose?
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so, I don't know WHY. But I cannot access tumblr through my mobile device as of now, I don't know why but I hope I'll be able to in the future. So, for the time I'm going to be doing replies/updates through the laptop modification/way.
Ah...yep!
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Coran was trying his best to withstand the little attacks on his person, but even he could only handle so much. While it was harmless fun and would most likely merely stain his skin--Even he held his limits to such antics.
However, as Alfor continued his work to stopping the little ones from their pranks, Coran couldn't help bit have memories of past schemes they've played on unsuspecting members of the castle. Only leading him to wonder if this was some sort of punishment or leveling foe their own past antics.
Once the weight on his person lightened and a small snort came from his friend-
He looked to where his friend stared. Giving his own amused sound as the two last ones carried their items.
"Ah--Ha! Look at that..." Coran trailed off as Alfor began to move forward. He watched him go ahead to grab them. "Ah... Be careful, they may not be a Koshus, but I can assume they may...hmm, react as an animal cornered?" Of course in their own way... but similar.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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I am sorry but I don’t believe it posted, I forgot to say (Monday) I will be taking a hiatus of seven days, I’ll be back but I’m focusing on a few things right now and working on a few drawings, when I return I’ll post an update! And some ACTUAL art. Though the art may have some odd layering or texture, please understand it’s for protection since…well. *that* won’t work on my laptop sadly!
I may return Sunday but if not then that Monday (next week). I may queue a few responses as well but until then please everyone have a wonderful day/night/future weekend!
#((I’m on a drawing grind guys#I want to get art out but—Glaz will fry my laptop-#but I believe I figured a way to protect my art too!#hopefully#haha- until I’m online :3#but I’ll be around to chat ^^
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Alfor could only manage an apologetic smile as his eyes wondered over to Coran's personal troubles with the Imps. He would have to make it up to Coran once the time came around. Coran was being a good distraction for them right now.
The victim of pranks continued to semi-fight with the Imps as he heard Alfor continuing to collect the little things. He could only hope Alfor was able to get them all in one go. He'd hate to hear of some bug thing terrorizing other members.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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I apologize for the blanks of appearing and disappearing, I'm currently working on new designs for the muses and icons/edits for them, not much else to say. (Oh and work) but I'm still here lingering under the waters!
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Alfor had accomplished his own mission and turned to re-enter his room. Before coming to face Coran being dunked with papers and the other imps arriving. For a moment he was in stunned silence. Looking down at the imps and papers, he hadn’t been certain if they were important or not due to them piling upon the ground. But he didn’t wish to chance it, quickly he made his way over to the imps and Coran.
One of the jars were now laying broken on the ground and the other now in the papers, somehow in sturdy condition, which prompted him to pic up and open before swiftly taking hold of a imp and shoving it inside. While he did find it rather strange and unpleasant he knew it must be done to take care of these things. And by the looks of it he and Coran would have to be swift.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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"Oh, you tooo..." Coran murmured as he sensed the twinge of mischief in the air. The sensation made his ears twitch and his mustache senses tingle, the seventh sense he held in that amazing stache' was something he never let slip. If he had he worried one may send him to a bin or even test it.
The last thing he wished to experience was more unwarranted pranks from his close friend or one of the allies of the Altean' people.
As he grabbed the jar from the box and held it in his hand, he placed the other in a side band on his person, before slowly approaching the two with slight casual motivations. Watching and almost studying the odd and freakish beings. He still had yet to find a being so small yet off-putting.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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He hated how the creatures looked with the huge black eyes and empty mouth. They were small, for sure, though the appearance of the things was far more off-putting even with the distance given now. That was until he focused himself on the guard, carefully moving the door open to just slip out and speak with them. Attempting to put a more calm face on while speaking with them. If he convinced them they possibly would assume he was working on a project which got out of hand. Something that could be satisfying enough to not be much of a worry to bring forth.
Coran rounded the corner of the hall and raced towards Alfor’s room. The jog became a determined stride as he walked up to Alfor with the jars in two boxes. Giving the guard a curt nod before passing by and squeezing into the door as Alfor continued with his explanations. Once entering the orange-haired man had to take a double glance at the imps before him. A uncertain smile crossed his face as he carefully wondered over to a desk nearby. Placing the box down he opened it to find two jars.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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Alfor let put a shout of shock as the two appeared and the accompanying sounds from the one. Though his attention turned to the doors as he heard someone's voice. Not that of Coran or even Melenor.
The guard were coming. If only he had been more aware of his volume. So, now he lept from the bed and raced to the doors to try to stop them from entering or sticking around for long. He hoped Coran would be around soon.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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Alfor had entered his room to collect his thoughts as Coran got some of the jars in grasp. He had flopped onto his bed as he placed the containers down near him. A light bumping and hollow scrapping came as he did so, though he paid no mind to it.
He had other things to be concerned of. Things be knew would eventually lead right back to him and his guilty eyes. Eventually one would have been spotted or someone was being targeted by them.
And if he dared to speak on it first he knew they would have someone to lean into for questioning.
||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors
|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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Hello, I am currently revamping and planning the au here. Mostly since I don't like how it is well, framed and generally made. Mostly to how it's changes or what's happening or how some muses are.
I'm currently working on improving it and making time to just refocus myself (life got busy busy with stuff) before jumping into larger points and directions.
THIS will not affect all my threads, but I will contact you if it does. With some threads, it's just moving over to the other one. I'll be sure to let you know when I'm migrating over to the other blog.
The new blog will have new icon displays, a few new muses, a new bg for some muses, and a few newer items and places. For me it's fairly late at night, so I may not be as active now (I deliver tomorrow haha). So,
Have a wonderful morning/evening/night! And rest/feel well <3 [=^•w•^=]
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Alfor gave Phantasmas a hesitant nod. "Ah, right...so untamed..." He let his attention switch to gathering the little things. "I'll return once we've gathered the Imps, If anything is to happen, I'm certain you will know." And if it were to occur, then their own cover and safety would be up.
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|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU
The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.
The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.
He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.
And when he had- he frowned.
Nothing. Nothing had happened—-
Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.
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