warpedanima
Dirge of the Condemned
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A peaceful morning walk in the busy city was exactly what she needed right now. Haru loved the way other people passed her by in the streets in a hurry while she took her time with every step. The contrast between them made her excited in a way nothing else did.
Yes, peace of mind was a good thing while it lasted. But not a trace of it was left when a huge white creature came running right at her. It took the girl more than a moment to understand that it was merely a stray dog (and not a small polar bear). This might have ended right then and there if she had just took a step to the side, letting the ball of fur pass by her. And yet. A desperate cry of help coming from behind the dog made blonde move the other way, changing her pose and spreading arms to catch the animal. “H-Here, doggy!“
Not the greatest idea, really. With a loud thud both she and the huge dog in her arms landed heavily on the ground, Haru lying on her back being pressed down by the fur ball. “Ow-w..” It hurt all over from crashing like that, not to mention the weight of the canine. At least the ‘little’ guy was safe now, right? That was what mattered. Getting up would be nice, though. But it didn’t look like that was going to happed any time soon. A warm and wet lick all over her face seemed to prove her right. Stuck.
Relief and worry sprang up as the girl stepped in to help, letting herself get plowed over in an attempt to stop the runaway dog. He’d been afraid of her not caring like many of the humans he’d encountered, and yet that small noise of pain was enough to make his gut twist painfully. Without meaning to, Ilian had gotten someone hurt with his actions. Definitely not a step closer to being helpful, let alone impressing anyone.
The teen was quick to rush to the side of the two collapsed on the ground, hands rapidly scrambling to try and part that licking maw from the face it seemed bent on tasting. “N-no, doggy! Please, co-come here..!” Arms wrapped themselves around a wide neck as he attempted to use his lacking mass to try and heave it backwards, only succeeding enough to budge the canine a bit. Enough for her to slip out, hopefully, since he really didn’t think he would be getting it much farther on his own.
“Are you okay? I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for him to hurt you..!” No, all he’d wanted was to stop the creature from running its way to its death in such a busy street. “I think he was hungry... a-and the smell of food made him want to go.” Probably. Ilian wasn’t much of an expert on anything, let alone Earth animals. They were cute, but they were a mystery to him.
Right. The girl was more of the one hurt now, not the beast in his arms. “If he hurt you too bad, I can help, though...”
#betraxed#{ Muse: Ilian }#{ Chat }#[ it's all good! ]#[ take your time ]#[ I have slow spells too ]#[ if you couldn't tell by my super slow response ]
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The noises just kept getting more and more interesting.
For such a fearsome beast out here, he sure was squeaking and turning quite the shade of red. This man had planned to eat him, and yet was now a stuttering, flustered mess in his arms. When prompted as to what he was doing, his gaze drifted from the frozen scape back down to the daemon in his arms. “It’s called walking.”
“I can’t spend all day wandering out here.” In complete honesty, Alois could survive out in the tundra, but he had too many duties to attend back in the city to even think of venturing farther than he could in the time given to him. Plus it wasn’t like the fox –Nivea– looked dressed and ready for such weather anyway.
“…Alois.” Get a name, give a name. That was basic enough. “You’ll be fine.” It was more comfortable where they were going now anyway. A long pause stretched between them. Already the man was filling the air with more words than normal and it wasn’t incredibly comfortable for him. “…Is there anything you have that’s of sentimental value?” Nivea probably wouldn’t be back to his little home out here. At least not any time in the near future.
His face twisted into disbelief, an odd feeling of displacement creeping up his spine. What, if he answered that honestly was he going to find himself nowhere near his stuff ever again? That stuff was important! They kept him warm and comfortable in an environment that wanted to kill him. He needed it to survive up here and he could never count on finding more in a place that destroyed most good it found.
“...no.” Sentimental things were the luxury of humans. Those living on the surface had nothing to keep like that and no reason to carry the extra baggage. And he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he shouldn’t have admitted that to a human that looked as if he was kidnapping Nivea. Kidnapping him in a kind way, he supposed, if asking about items of emotional import was enough to count this as kind.
At least he had a name. It was good to know what to call the one he was pressing up against to get more warmth, trying to leech every bit he could despite how it radiated around him already. Nivea was not made for the cold without his fur. He wasn’t made to survive the surface in this frivolous form, and he didn’t know if trying to pull up his foxfire would make this guy send him into the atmosphere again. “Where are we going?" Along with not being built to survive above like this, he definitely couldn’t survive around humans for long.
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“Oh! Puppy, no!”
That adorable fluffy white dog he’d been petting was running right into danger, and Ilian could only assume it was from the smell of burgers from the shop across the street. The reason really didn’t matter. What mattered was that the teen was chasing after it, hoping to grab hold of its neck before it ran straight into the heavy traffic not far away.
He’d just been petting it. All he’d done was touch it’s slightly dirty fur, happy to finally have an animal he could be friends with. The last thing he’d wanted was for that to end horribly, as it seemed intent on doing right now. Why did everything he attempted have to end in a way that showed how bad he was at everything? How no one wanted to stay around him, not even an animal?
There was no way the slow reflexes of the fairly inept boy were going to allow him to catch up to the animal and he knew it, eyes darting frantically to try and find a person close enough. There! A girl. She looked like she could hopefully stop a dog like two-thirds her height. “P-please! Help me catch him! He’ll hurt himself!”
#betraxed#{ Muse: Ilian }#{ Chat }#[ hiii ]#[ he's not very good at things ]#[ lemme know if you want something else ]
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dysgenetics
“Hey, hey!” The hand of the nearest person was grabbed and pulled on, Vinne giving a big excited smile to the person who was most definitely a stranger. It didn’t matter. All he needed was one of the Earth people to show him what he needed, and he could move on to the getting to know their name part later.
This is what happened when Vinne was given time to wander. His Master never should have let him go off on his own, because he wasn’t going to be doing anything useful with his time. At all.
“I heard there was something called a theme park nearby! Pleeeaaase, you have to show me where!” Technically he’d overheard it from a parent and child about a block back, but hey. Hijacking a random person who may or may not be minding their own business to head on their own way was perfectly good. This was important. It sounded awesome.
#dysgenetics#{ Muse: Vinne }#{ Chat }#[ I would have done something more personalized ]#[ but I wasn't sure which muse you wanted to use ]#[ hope this is okay! ]
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ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.
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Unexpected Turns
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“Well now, you were certainly an interesting little thing, weren’t you?” The doctor mused, letting pale blue irises fall down to the creature sitting on his table. A little thin thing, swathed in black in such a way that made it difficult to focus on for those who wanted to hold onto their sanity through the day. Clearly, that was not Zero.
Up his eyes lifted once more to look through the rift it had created with some... creative prodding, leading to a place that was not the world they spent all of their effort on. Earth it was not, though perhaps Earth could become similar through a few fairly invasive experiments and time to develop. Which meant this was one of the many other worlds throughout the universe that they hadn’t bothered trying to explore due to rift power issues. Not a connected world, hell of a lot more power.
And yet this little weasel creature had managed it with a little drugs in his system. Not so useless after all, then.
Well, there was only one way to figure out what was truly on the other side. Without an ounce of wariness he should have held, Zero grabbed his new creature companion and all but hopped through the rift to head off into the unknown.
It looked like debris. In a way he could sort of attribute it to looking slightly like the cities on the surface, in that there wasn’t much aside from just stuff. Yeah, not interesting. Zero needed something fun.
Into the city he ventured, poking around in the few corners he found for a short while before he moved further in. Okay, so there seemed to be a decent amount of people around him. His grip on the creature in his hand loosened enough for it to flail its way out, running for dear life right into the crowd. “Hey, grab that for me!” It couldn’t get away from him, of course. Just another experiment.
#dividedequinox#{ Muse: Zero }#[ sooo ]#[ I hope this is okay ]#[ he hasn't quite figured it actually is earth ]#[ but I'm sure he'll get there ]#[ unless you'd like me to write something else ]#{ Unexpected Turns }
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Not Quite Home
leogladium
This was... odd.
There was truly no other way to describe it, not when he’d been expecting... well, not this.
It had just been a simple trip home, he would swear forever to his dad the second he knew where the man was. But for now... it looked as if he’d gotten something horribly, horribly wrong. This was why he shouldn’t have ever attempted that gateway spell, because he knew he wasn’t strong enough. He’d known that something would go amiss if he tried, he just... wanted to make his dad proud of him.
Instead, he’d ended up someplace that was most definitely not Earth or Auramere. It wasn’t dying, nor was it the places he’d become accustomed to recently. There was a magic in the air here, not one that felt quite as familiar as home, one that was most definitely not quite what he’d known for his own life.
Oh good. He’d probably just trapped himself.
Ilian had really fucked up this time.
For a moment he was merely stuck, staring around in hopes of recognizing something, anything, but that was quickly being shut down. These people... this place he was in... it was nothing like anything he’d seen before. A nervous glance was given over his shoulder to make sure that his rift had indeed closed on him, and then he was tentatively moving forward much in the manner a lost puppy would - almost as if he didn’t quite want to move from his spot, while knowing it wasn’t an option.
“U-um...” His hand reached out slightly only to retract back, pressing up against his chest. No, there went that person he’d been trying to talk to. Eyes swiveled, peering through the crowd to the sound of his own pounding heart inside his chest, until he found a person that hopefully wouldn’t just walk right past him. “Um, e-excuse me... I-I need some help...”
#leogladium#{ Muse: Ilian }#{ Not Quite Home }#[ ahhh ]#[ I hope I didn't butcher that completely ]#[ if you want something else let me know ^-^; ]
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[ Okay, so I’ve never done one of these before but I have a day off from packing tomorrow and like two drafts. I’ll do my best to make them muse specific if I have a muse to go off of, so feel free to request one of mine or one of yous -if you’re multi- and I’ll try! Or it’ll be totally random.
Like this for a starter - to be written tomorrow. ]
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“Overlord Alois killed the one before him!” Vinne said cheerfully, giving a big smile to his new friend. “So I’ve never met another one before!” That was pretty much what happened when the line was based on physical or magical prowess. You either got old as hell used-to-be’s that picked their better, or you got dead ones that were murdered by it. The cat man just scampered along beside the other, making sure to take in everything around him. “He has the guard and the Generals, but he doesn’t need them for small-scale stuff.”
warpedanima:
>♛<
△”Oh? Uh, well, I guess a king is like an overlord in a sense. Kings do know what’s best for the most part and are strong–kinda. They usually have an army to help them and guard the kingdom.” Zoren smiled at the other “so that must make me an overlord I suppose!” He chuckled at that and continued to walk.▽
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No answer was needed. Instead Nivea merely continued padding his way across the area to find what he sought, at least until his limbs paused. Wait... that smell was getting farther away from where it had been. His prey was on the move and it was to be a chase. That was a fun change of pace from the rest of this match. Bare feet brought him across the area to where he thought the other was going, only to stop again when he saw that body emerge farther down to start running.
“Found you~!”
Shots were fired off at that weaving and dodging body, the man having had anticipated the attack before it’d actually come. Smart move on his part. Nivea wasn’t the best with these guns unless they were closer. And less mobile.
Painted Red || WarpedAnima
warpedanima:
⊰- ℓ υ ¢ ι α η -⊱
(Hell, like I would answer that.)
The blonde began to slip away from what he thought to be the source of the voice. As he moved along, he considered the thought that it may be a trap– that there was another enemy waiting at the other end of the building. When he reached a possible escape route, he peered out, looking left and right and even above, as to make sure there was no one else watching out for him.
Seeing as the coast was clear, he took off, making sure to run in a rigid zig-zag motion to avoid simply getting shot while running.
It’s a wonder how well he did, despite really disliking moving around.
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Amy Tintera, Reboot
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‘how do i interact with you’
write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me
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The fox wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up in this situation, but he was pretty glad he had. Someone had mentioned paintball and so he’d followed, curious about what it would bring, only to find himself being strapped up with equipment and armed with a gun. Sort of a gun, anyway. A few shots and he learned the gist of how to play this murder game of theirs, and now he was eagerly following the orders of the one who told him just in those buildings over there.
Nivea slunk his way toward where he could smell the one he sought, gun raised and tail flicking where it was stuck in the confines of his baggy pants, wanting to be free. “Where are you...” He all but say happily, the question definitely not needed as he got closer and closer to his target.
Painted Red || WarpedAnima
~ warpedanima
⊰- ℓ υ ¢ ι α η -⊱
The blonde crouched behind a crevice in the various fallen buildings, as to avoid being caught by one of the armed men sent after him. It was exhausting, both mentally and physically to him. And to think, he had to see his fellow men falling back, covered in red…
Why did he even get invited to a paintball tournament of all things? And why did he, not Xavierre, take over? And also… why was he the last one on his team left standing? What a terrible situation to be caught in.
(Damn, this is a nice shirt, too…)
#consiglierre#{ Muse: Nivea }#{ Painted Red }#[ I have no idea what you're talking about ]#[ this is totally serious business ]
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“That’s just rude. Keeping things locked up to look at them.” Just because they weren’t humans didn’t make them entertainment, meant to be there for the humans when they decided they wanted to see. This world was seriously messed up if this was an accepted thing, and he honestly couldn’t blame his own for wanting to destroy it. It wouldn’t be much of a loss, really.
Kitty boy.
Close enough, really. Nivea followed the tiny human on his path to this animal prison, more than willing to release each and every creature stuck behind bars regardless of what they would do to the ones that thought it was a good idea to cage them. “But if you don’t let out everything, how are the ones left behind going to feel?” He questioned, an amusement to his voice as he tried to see if it would affect the younger make.
warpedanima:
“Yep! Humans go to look at them.” Muu couldn’t even begin to imagine what his brain would endure in captivity, let alone an animal born with an innate sense of instincts. Just thinking of the polar bear as thin, hot, and longing for a day where he wasn’t being pointed and talked to by fleshy monsters, made his heart ache. It was personal mission to put cute bandaids on all of the penguins and watch them waddle away with marks reminding them of their freedom.
“To the zoo, Kitty-boy!” The boy began to ran with a bit of a dance in each step. It was a short distance from the bus stop he had been protesting in front of, so it took very little time to approach the entrance. “Just don’t let the hyenas or big kitties out.”
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“We’ve been sealed off for a long time. We only just got back here, and there’s only a few of us.” If there were more worlds like his, he had no idea.He’d never been told of them though that meant little in the grand scheme of things, being an experiment and all.
The confusion couldn’t stay off of his face, his head cocking and ears twitching to the side in curiosity. “King? What’s a king? Is it like an overlord?” All very valid questions, in his mind. But he should probably give some explanation since he didn’t know their leader system. Maybe it went both ways. “Overlord Alois rules us cause he’s the strongest and knows what’s best.”
warpedanima:
>♛<
△”A parallel world? I’ve never knew they existed nor have I ever met someone from one–well, besides you that is.” He chuckled as he and the other continued down the hallway. The next words spoken by the other made Zoren stopped. He stared at the other confused before realizing that they probably did not know. He laughed “ah do forgive me, I must’ve never told you. You see there is no overlord here. I’m actually the king here or as this land is called; the Northern Isles.”▽
#quixtellet#{ Muse: Vinne }#{ Chat }#[ hehe ]#[ the awkward moment when you don't know what a king is ]
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friendship to romance tropes i can’t get enough of
holy shit i just realized i’ve liked you for the past 8274 years and i really wish i didn’t but i dO and everyone somehow knows about it except for you oh my god why is this happening to me
hey you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle bUT IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC ALRIGHT
we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf
we’re best friends and i’ve been in love with you for forever but i’m 3000% sure you just see me as a friend except why is this sexual tension happening rn
i will die protecting you. no question about it. i care for you more than anyone else in the universe and even though i act like you’re a pain in the ass i love you so much. you dweeb.
neither of us have kissed anyone before and what the hell may as well just get it out of the way. except hahah ha ha h a now i can’t stop thinking of ur lips why did i think this was a good idea ha ha ahah
we’re the Old Married Couple™ but lmao no we would never date each other. right? right?????!!!?
MY PARENTS WON’T GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT GETTING A SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND THEY’RE HAVING A GET-TOGETHER IN A FEW DAYS PLS PRETEND TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT I’M HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU BUT IT SURE IS A NICE BONUS
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Soft as a Cream Puff
“N-no... p-please... I can do better..!”
He couldn’t. He really, really couldn’t and likely never would.
Trembling hands held themselves above that tiny broken body, the tears already leaking in clear trails fogging up his vision and dripping down onto the body as he shook. “I-it’s okay... I can fix it... you’ll... yo-you’ll be okay...” Comforting words spoken through lips that quivered, trying their hardest to stop from breaking down entirely before he’d done all he could for this creature.
It wasn’t Ilian’s fault. He just cared too much and was in the right -wrong?- place at the right time. And this... this poor tiny baby duck was dying right beneath his fingers. Fingers that were actively attempting to heal with the warm, comforting light of whatever magic he had remaining in his body. Sure, he was in the middle of the park on Earth and probably shouldn’t have been using magic so freely, but... but... the baby ducky was d y i n g.
The fragile teen didn’t know what he would have done if something this awful happened all the time. It was bad enough he couldn’t do anything to help with his meager skills, but seeing this crumpled little yellow body... hearing the pained warbled chirps coming from it... knowing it was going to be dying soon in this slow, horrible way...
Shoulders lifted as a heaving sob wracked his body, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m sorry... I-I’m so s-sorry I can’t be better..!” Just one thing. He just wanted to heal this one tiny thing. Being good at this wasn’t necessary, so long as he could do something to help the dying baby ducky right now. He’d take all the parental disappointment in the world - not without tears and sadness, of course, but he’d take it. “I don’t want you to d-die...”
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