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all my dialovers muses tend to have their fangs at the much shorter / more canine in appearance due to their ability to change their appearance and blend in with those around them. truthfully, their canines are always a little too 'sharp' to appear wholly human, but it's only when spending too much time staring into their mouths would one fully pick up on it, presumably brushing it off due to stylistic / dental choices in the end.
when exposed to the scent of blood, or in close proximity to a bleeding wound / injury do they struggle to keep it in place wholly, wherein their fangs will slightly expand to a medium length, this is also the main appearance on their end after they have drunken someone blood, as their fangs automatically shrink somewhat due to the wish to clean up the mess now that they have created it.
the true size of their fangs are mainly felt over seen, as they solely come out when the vampire plans to feed / is feeding. if indulged enough, they will choose to stay that length for a while because all other thoughts are kept from their brains. otherwise, theres a chance to see them if a vampire has gone without blood for far too long, the need / understanding to appear human to lure people out taking second place to ultimately the inerrant need for eat that lingers under their skin.
#โ ย ย ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ย ย โงฝ ย ย โ ย ooc.#headcanon tag /#YOOOOO HAPPY SUNDAY I REMEMBERED i was a rper who can make hcs today and so this has now been born ...#ultimately its my biggest grievance tht their fangs are SUPER small compared to every other bit of vampire media i have consumed#i get why its an otome only a small group of us are interested in exploring the topics they touch on about them being actual vampires#but also. THE ANIME. GIVES AYATO 3 DIFFERENT FANG SIZES AND DOESNT EXPLAIN WHY#i am filling in the gaps these boys are my ocs now i will create more vamp lore its 2023 guysssssss#fangs /#ask to tag /#theyre all messy. pin prick bites would not make the mess they imply the vampires do in this game
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐?
๐ป๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐. Beloved, beautiful, naive, innocentโor at least, perceived this way. The one representing goodness, in all its purity, to others. Smarter than they let on.
tagged by: stole it from the lovely @elenaes
tagging: @nightmarefuele @ohfiendangelical @bakerscars @bairdsings @ofdrivensnow @cnlyluck @cava1ier @fawnworked @corruptedforce + steal it from me bby. <3
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[ Hol' up... You can leave comments.. as even your side blogs now.. EXCUSE ME!? ]
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Anyway @axrsinal made the brilliant observation that if Johnny is producing the events of mk everyone in the story will eventually have a funko pop ... like this for Johnny to give you funko pop of yourself ...
#โ.โ โ โ out of characterโ โ โ โฏโฏโฏโ โ โ โ (โ ooc !โ )#// THE BIG BRAIN ON YOU BEAN IN OBSESSED WITH THIS NOW#// CAN YOU IMAGONE THE DUMB SMILE ON HIS FACE WITH A BIG OL BAG OF FUNKO GIFTS YOOOOO
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*psst* I wanted to tell you I'm plotting out a Zenigata Jigen friendship story. And Zenigata will be a vampire *^*!! Jigen's gonna be so scared X3
I EAGERLY AWAIT FOR THIS FIC INVOLVING MY FAVORITE OLD MEN DUO OMFG
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#asks#ask and you shall receive#YOOOOO I'M STOKED
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Aziraphale/Crowley Ace Attorney AU
So the thing is.... I couldn't stop myself...? There are two response here, both of which are significantly longer than three sentences, neither of which are like, very good, but! I hope you enjoy them regardless!!!
Take one:
[Book!A and C. This has no direct corollary with a specific PW time period, but would have to take place at least post game one and most likely sometime after the six official cannon games have completed.]
"I go to Germany for FIVE minutes to see my demon of a little sister-anathema says hello by the way - and when I come back you're on trial for MURDER?!? AGAIN!!!"
Aziraphael looks far too calm, sitting there in the same holding cell as the last time they had been in this position. When he sees Crowley, he has the audacity to smile at him.
"Oh dear," he says, pleasantly, as if he wasn't a mere three days from his own potential doomsday. "Now, there's no need for the shouting, really. it's all just a big misunderstanding. Do give Anathema my best by the way, it's been an age since we've been able to get together."
Crowley huffs out a frustrated sigh at the other man's nonchalance. "And I imagine it'll be even longer when you're serving LIFE IN PRISON!!! A misunderstanding?!? They found you with your hands in the victims pockets, Aziraphael. You're a lawyer. Why would you think that that is in anyway a sane idea!!!!!"
The blonde still looks irritatingly unruffled as he primly adjusts his lapels and levels his gaze at Crowley. "Well, forgive me for wanting to know the identity of the poor soul lying dead in my bookshop- right in front of the first editions, I might add !" That is so far the only point that Azirapheal manages to sound actually distressed about.
Unsurprising, Crowley thinks, almost fond if he wasn't so flustered.
"They could well have ruined those priceless works, which is the real crime here, if you ask me." Crowley hadn't asked him, specifically because he'd already known that that's how he would feel about the whole thing. "Can you imagine the audacity?" Crowley can feel a migraine threatening to start in his temples.
" The fact that he's a murderer sort of tempers the disbelief, so yes." He heaves a sigh, resigned, and plops down in the chair positioned across from the other man, on this side of the glass. "Do you have any idea as to who might want to frame you for murder? A second time." He adds, still slightly incredulous over the whole thing.
Aziraphael makes a noncommittal noise, tilting his head to the side in a move that shows he's thinking, but that he doesn't have much hope for an answer. Instead, he simply shakes his head a Crowley slightly, confirming what the defense attorney had already suspected.
They'll need leads then. He's already formulating his next move in the investigation: obviously, the bookshop will be his first priority. Besides, Aziraphael will probably want an update on his home/bookshop/office- the thought of a herd of strangers rooting through it for clues is likely to ALSO cause him some distress.
Attempting to explain himself a little more, Aziraphael continues to describe the situation, hoping to shed some light on things: "Normally, you know I would never touch the crime scene, but I felt that it would be unwise to simply leave the man murdered in my shop without discovering more abput the situation. Not to mention a sure annoyance for me later. I didn't know that I'd be swarmed the minute I touched the body, while i was looking for his identification. " And there was something odd about that timing, wasn't there? Surely he wouldn't be the only one who thought so... he'd have to ask Newt later, when he stopped by the precinct to bully him for details on their side of the investigation.
Aziraphael sighs anxiously, Crowley- having anticipated the source of it already -knows what is likely to come after, and he is not disappointed. It's almost enough to make him laugh. Almost.
"They had best hope they're being careful with everything over there!" He can't hide the irritation in his voice at this point, and the urge to laugh rears its head again. "Everything had better remain in good condition when this whole mess is over, or else I will be having words with the officers in charge. Several of them. Loudly. This whole thing is so incredibly inconvenient for me, Crowley."
He sounds so indignant that this time Crowley does crack a smile. He is ridiculous.
The defense attorney rolls his eyes at the statement, however, "Inconvienient?" he says, to distract Aziraphael's current train of thought and bring him back to the matter at hand. "Yes, because going to trial again is so convenient for the both of us. Shouldn't you be showing more concern than this?!"
Last time someone had tried to frame him, and Crowley had met him here- in the very same positions they were in now! -Aziraphael had been significantly more distraught, having run through and been rejected by all of his other options before Crowley had shown up, stone faced, and flat out told him that he was going to be his lawyer, refusing to take no for an answer and in spite of Aziraphael's hand-wringing objections over what this would mean for both of their legal reputations.
This time, he only looks at Crowley, unfazed, his eyes filled with a trust so soul-shatteringly sincere that it makes Crowley's breathing hitch. Aziraphael continues on, unfazed by his slight reaction: "WeIl, as I do have complete faith in you dear, I can't see the point of worrying when I know you'll free me once again. Go get them, as they say." He chuckles a little at his own joke, as if what he'd just said hadn't completely gut-punched Crowley with the totality of his belief in him.
A groan and Crowley gets up from the detention center chair, avoiding further eye contact with Aziraphael, cheeks heated and glowing red, hopefully beyond the other man's notice behind the glass- entirely too cheerful for a prosecutor with two consecutive false arrest arrests for capitol murder. He knew without ever asking that he was innocent, though. That someone was simply trying to frame him again. For what purpose though, still remained to be seen, but neither of the two of them them had any shortage of enemies with both the capacity and inclination for such a thing.
He sighed again, already tired. It felt like his friend was being divinely punished for something particularly heinous, at least, with the way their luck was going. His mouth thinned into a stern line, contemplating his next moves in order of priority- Well, he supposed if that were true, heaven would have to go through him first. Nothing would keep him from defending Aziraphael, no matter the circumstances.
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Alternate take- v.2
[TV!A and C, takes place in the PW cannon period right after Rise from the Ashes and right before Justice for All. Think, "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"]
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Crowley stares at the note in his hands, trembling. Through the choking veil of his shock, he wills his eyes to stop burning at the corners as he clenches the paper in his grasp, as if it was the only thing anchoring him to the spot. He re-reads it, trying to understand.
He reads it a third time, and then a fourth, always hoping the message will change. It doesn't.
Prosecutor A. Z. Fell chooses the path of Heaven.
The type-face on the letter glares up at him. This alone, these words and what they mean for his friend, would be enough to destroy him he thinks. It would be enough without--
Scrawled beneath the type-face, in Aziraphael's own handwriting, the most decimating part of the whole thing:
I forgive you...
Blinking rapidly at the sudden blur of his vision and silently glad for the dark glasses he always wears, Crowley looks up at the person behind the counter who'd handed him the envelope with Azirapheal's final note to him. They are smiling beatifically at him, as if nothing in the world is wrong, as if this is normal. Apparently they'd been hired to run the shop, now that.... well, he supposes the arrangements had to have been made beforehand, to ensure the sanctity and protection of his beloved books without him. And that is a secondary knife in his guts, the knowledge that- at least in certain aspects of this -it had to have been thoroughly considered in advance. There had been PLANS. Contingencies. He had put real time and thought into the circumstances surrounding his-- but he cannot think the word, won't let himself.
a sob escapes Crowley's throat, harsh and desperate, then another one as he feels himself disconnecting from his own body and his surroundings appear to fade slightly around him. He notes distantly that his shoulders appear to be shaking, and that it is hard to catch his breath, and he can't even bring himself to be ashamed of such a flagrant display of emotion in front of this stranger, this person who was NOT Aziraphael. Who would never BE Aziraphael, because Aziraphael was GONE. He had left him behind.
Coward. He thinks, the word forming dark and bitter and still an arms length away from his own sense of overwhelming grief as his mind seeks to separate itself from the reality of the situation.
Crowley wonders- still in that foggy, detatched, sort of way -if he should have checked in with him sooner, after the SL-9 trial. Aziraphael had taken it hard, the corruption and the betrayal the two of them had discovered and exposed from within the City's legal system, sending the entirety of the police force and prosecutorial offices into a rioutus recovery spiral as they tried to mediate the damage done by the revelations of forged evidence and falsified records that were now surfacing with increasing frequency, as more and more of the heinous details Micheal and the others in charge had attempted to cover-up of the case begain resurfacing. It had opened the door to questions on every case Aziraphael had ever worked in conjunction with them. But surely he would have said something, if he was this desperate. He would have-
I forgive you...
And Crowley feels himself pushing down the overwhelming sense of LOSS, of WRONG, of INCOMPLETE, as he feels a rising tide of hot, bitter, anger bubbling up within him to take their place. It's only reinforced and twisted back in on itself as he comes to grips with the fact that the person he is angry at is not here, can't ever be again, and so his anger is largely useless in the face of that reality. An ugly thing clawing his insides and squeezing his heart, and serving no purpose but to color his memories with bile and spite and the thick, dripping ichor of his own devistation. Still, he let's that rage wash over him, because it feels better- is better -than the alternatives. Easier.
Aziraphael had always been so willing to believe in the illusion of truth and justice the prosecutor's office purported to uphold. He had the NERVE to forgive CROWLEY? Because, what, he'd chosen to be a defense attorney instead? because, according to Aziraphael, he protected the guilty, and brought himself misfortune because of it? As if it wasn't his client's given the short shrift 98% of the time. As if it was some kind of moral judgement on Crowley's character that he tried to make sure people didn't have to suffer for things they weren't responsible for. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.
It was fine, he told himself. Who needed that kind of self-righteousness on their side, anyway. Better that he was gone really, if he couldn't handle the truth of what it actually meant to uphold the law, and not just Aziraphael's own fairytale notions of it.
Crowley's hands were shaking as they held tight to the note. His breathing coming hard and fast, and unsteady. The person at the counter was staring at him more openly now, looking slightly anxious. They opened their mouth- probably to ask after his well-being, since he'd been crying and almost-hyperventilating while staring into space for the better part of the last five minutes -but before they could give voice to their concerns, Crowley scowled up at them and straightened up, crumpleling the last communication he'd ever have from his Ang- his former legal associate in his fist before shoving it deeply into his inner-coat pocket. He turned sharply and, without another word, walked out of the familiar comfort of the bookshop, and into a world that Aziraphael was no longer a part of, that he never would be a part of again.
He tries to hold on to the anger, reaches for it inside himself once again, almost desperately, but the only thing that comes to him is a deep, bone-weary emptiness that labors his breathing and seems to settle on him with a solid, almost-tangible weight. He takes a breath, deeply and with careful attention, and he sighs. He would be fine. Aziraphael had made his choice, but Crowley was now the one who'd have to live with it. He would manage fine without him.
He had no choice in the matter, anymore.
#yooooo guess who wrote too much#this is just a bunch of rambling nonses dont mind me#are they ooc perhaps i cant twll anymorenove been trying tonpost this for like an entore day so#ineffable husbands#good omens#good omens spoilers#kind of
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Stubby shitted in my other flowerpot the moment we got home
Is this a trend
(also hiiiiiiiiiii I got an Ultra Sun rom on my phone and I'm playing so I can add to the pokemon irl lore. I have also decided to name my team after the Witches of Qlipha. So far is Valeriede the Litten even if he's a dude)
common litten behavior tbh
#((ooc: yooooo nice!))#pokeblogging#pokemon irl#pkmn irl#irl pokemon#irl pkmn#answered asks#detective chronicles
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(psyche-locks) We have all the pieces now, lord Stronghart! Your brother, a daring and careless scientist, wanted to find the secret of youth and for that was aptly compared by one of your colleagues to Frankenstein - but managed nothing more than a coctail of narcotics. It matters not whether he sneaked it to the deceased or sold it to him in charlatan fashion - he was a megalomaniac and a fraud, just like you! *epic finger point*
"A megalomaniac and a fraud, just like ME?! How dare you, you insolent--!"
"How did you find this out? I want to know who told you!"
"And once I'm through with him--"
"Once I'm through with YOU--"
"Even Inspector Gregson will envy you!"
"...Oh for God's sake..."
"Just when I think I have heard the last of that bastardโฆ"
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Relevant ask, other relevant ask
Reply Part 2
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#mael stronghart#reaper headcanons#psyche lockhart#psyche locks#gaa 2 time#answers#((yooooo!#sorry this took a while i tried unsuccessfully to put a bit of his breakdown into this kfgkdfsgksfd#expect the second part of this soon#i also want to make an ooc post for some stuff I've been thinking about in relation to these :o
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#outofmuse|| ooc#on the real tho I'm eating pizza and I saw that and was like '... wtf i'm eating PIZZA what'd I do now?' XD#I'm laughing rn. whoever the anon is... yooooo LOL#wtf XD
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not to go full sub in public but when i get hit with a โjust wanted to check on youโ or a โhowโre you doing lately?โ ๐ฅต๐ฅต๐ฅต like 10/10 will instantly friendship nut all over u.
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๐ + Yu Narukami/P4 Protagonist?
Ask Meme
WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO
HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NOย
WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):
ohhhhh this character definitely fits the Persona MC vibes so far! From what I've read of him, he seems super cool. I don't want to butcher the character by not playing this game though before trying to write him D=
#electricea#ooc.#yooooo thank you for this suggestion though!!#i'm going to add him to definite Maybe list#maybe i can watch some cut scenes hmm hmm
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NO FUCKING WAY GAMERA IS COMING BACK
#WOW WHAT A SURPRISE#Gamera 3 is such a beautiful movie to this DAY#ooc; the kaiju speaks#yooooo kaiju fans be eating
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I'm back in discord!!! Add me and chat about things !! ??
WorldArson#3840
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{{Getting emotional about Kate Bushโs music video for her song โRunning Up That Hillโ again. I think it well describes the type of romance his story sets himself up for, being someone who had worked so hard and then just turned his back on everything, including people he may or may not have potentially been in love with.}}
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Anonymous asked:
Denny just want Adam for himself lbr
ย ย // ohmygod..ย ย ย I dunno,ย ย the dislike is as clear as dayย ย ย
but he fucking WISHES he had someone as loyal as Adam is to Voight.
that last fucking lame ass threat, too tho
adamโs smiley response gives me satisfaction feels every damn time
ย denny: enjoy your last few hours as a police officer.
ย adam:ย (:ย ย
ย adam: I will.ย ย
ย ย ย ย nOT WHAT DENNY-MAN WANTED TO HEAr, Yo.
#ruz: will go down for you [ points at voight ] and you [ points at dawson ] and you and you and yooou [ points at the rest 'cause yooooo#pretty fucking damn sure he would've taken the fall for the dead guy had he known about itโโ#'oh..ย YOU did this? and you two know about it? .... okay.ย 'sCUSE ME JUDGEโ I#voightย al & erin:ย adam no#tbd.#ooc.#anon.
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// -looks around-
Who's all still out here? I'm still alive just been away from Tumblr for like -checks watch- a truckload of months, more like a few years, haha...
Sound off my dudes, lemme get a look at y'all and give some love. My hugs are locked and loaded <3
#ooc#//yooooo??#//still debating in if im gonna be back#//ill be honest juke has just kinda become my scrunkly bimbo i hoe out to different fandoms and aus#//not just a tf oc anymore lol#//but im slowly carving out a space back for tfs after being mired in star wars land for the past year#//bear with me
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