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"We,Half dusthalf deity."-Byron[Fandomless Necromancer OC, sideblog to amanmolded.Private and Semi-Selective.TW for skull and horror imagery, mentions of dead bodies]
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Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright
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Me; Rabbit is terrible and bad and likes no one
Also me: Rabbit has so many friends
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Heis catching Rabbit stealing his soldats and it’s just the “he looks at me and I look at him and he looks at me and I look at him” sound
FKJFSDLFSDKFJNJKGNG YES. YES.
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Rabbit wants to make it clear that
She did mean it like that
And she did intend to make you feel stupid and small
And she hopes you’re offended
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She’s scraping the remains of a brain from a skull cavern, trying to ignore him the best she can-- but the older necromancer (by many more years) is hard to overlook when he wants to be known.
Rabbit wonders why it’s her he’s decided to be deserving of his attention.
“They lack the skills in making friends we possess, clearly.”
Making being quite more literal than most would assume.
She casts Gregor a disdainful look, green eyes flashing.
“You might give him a real voice so that we could avoid all that noise.”
“Oft I am fascinated by those delusional in this world who would fool themselves into this false sense of standing among their peers– Do you not agree, Gregor?” His head cranes backward, to the half-a-corpse hanging off of his back. The one that merely screams, rather loudly, in reply.
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Hi! the main blog for Rabbit has switched from @zzapzzaptasers to @amanmolded, so all follows will now come from amanmolded
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XDAUTHRA PINNED POSTED
Hi!
This is a sideblog off @amanmolded for my fandomless necromancer oc, Rabbit. I have been writing a version of her since 2008, although she’s changed quite a bit since the days of free form roleplay in the forums for Giant In The Playground.
My rules for Ethan are pretty much the same as they are here, but Rabbit has some specific rules for herself here, including the fact that if you have an undead muse and Rabbit kisses them, she now has control of them so like... avoid that if you’re not down.
Here’s her about, still a work in progress.
If you have any sensitivities to depictions of skulls or skeletons, this isn’t the blog for you.
Please note that while Rabbit can be a friend, she is not friendly, and I use her more often than not as a villain or antagonist. She will likely be terrible to your muse, but please don’t think of it as an indication of my feelings towards you.
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Vultures are holy creatures.
Tending the dead.
Bowing low.
Bared head.
Whispers to cold flesh,
“Your old name is not your king.
I rename you ‘Everything.’”
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infamouscabal:
“I kno’ I’m no’ perfect, but whut th’ fuck happened t’ you?
How heartless are yeh? Am I no’ allowed t’ ‘ave feelings?”
Frank really didn’t care about Rabbit’s plans, or Cabal’s plans, or really much at all unless there was something particularly spicy on the telly. He was dead. He hadn’t been much of a man while he’d been alive, and though he had his regrets, he didn’t want to continue making the same mistakes that had damned him in the first place.
He stared at Rabbit, uncomprehending of her cruelty.
“I don’t give a toss about your skinny goth hate-fuck, or your grand fuckin’ plans.
Yah, I’m lazy and a piece o’ shit, but I kno’ evil when I see it an lettin’ that girl die–
—-that’s evil.”
Lips twitch, hardly held back from the mania that burns in her swamp green eyes as she drags deep of the smoke, cigarette she’d hand rolled nearly smoked down to its filter, ash drifting down to the otherwise nearly pristine linoleum floor.
“Francis,”
Rabbit reaches for his face, long black nails set to poke and dimple his ‘skin’.
“I do not have it in me to give a fuck about her, or your pathetic little feelings.
She is already dying, darlin’, and ain’t nothin’ Cabal or some Norse fuck can do, much less you, incorporeal and incompetent as you are, to stop it.”
With her hand still on him, she lifts her other to her lips and sucks down the last of her cigarette, smoke exhaled from her nostrils before she drops it to the floor and crushes it beneath her Prada pump.
“So you go. And you witness.
And when I’m curious to see where the bastard’s at, I’ll call for you.
And you will come, because you’ve no choice but to come when I call.”
With a finality, she pats his cheek, like someone might with a child, before she releases him entirely.
“Don’t go crying too much when she dies, sweetheart.
Nothin’ annoys me more than the sound of cryin’.”
A wave of dismissal before she turns, already occupying herself with other details of another plan, maps and countless numbers spread out across her desk.
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infamouscabal:
“You’re one t’ talk about drama.”
He mutters, looking down at his shoes– or rather, where his shoes would be if he still had the energy to manifest his legs. The overall effect is of a petulant child; hands in his pockets.
“Th’ fuck you care if I go back for her?
Stop me, wipe me arse off this miserable Earth if it pleases yeh–
—but know that yer fightin’ someone who doesn’t give a single shit about fightin’ you!”
Frank raised his hands– throwing them down again in a gesture of disgust.
“Yer so busy fuckin fightin these people,
yeh can’t see the real bad fucker sneakin’ up behind wit’ the knife! Fer fucks sake!”
Slowly, carefully, she lifts her cigarette back up from it’s resting place, gently flicking the end so that the short column of ash crumbled into the ceremonial bowl. Rabbit takes a long drag, looking at Frank as he throws his fit, black lipstick staining the filter.
“And why do you care to go back for her?
You left her unconscious on her living room floor.
You forced yourself on her as she cried and begged you not to.”
Rabbit moves unlike Darcy; the latter was clumsy and awkward, even thirty years in to life, but Rabbit is muscular and practiced, each movement precise. The kind of fluid motion that comes naturally to someone raised by assassins.
One moment she is relaxed, lounging as she stares at him, and the next she is standing, close, near enough that her breath stirs the nothingness of him.
“Do you intend to pull from her to help her?”
A grin spreads across her lips, cruel and unkind.
“Sip away at her until she’s nothing, in the name of saving her?
And how do you think her boyfriend--”
A sneer.
“Will react to you?
They are the least of my concerns. Just one poker in the fire.
Why else do you think I have you on the job?”
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@infamouscabal from [x]
“-- Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”
But the thought tingled at the back of her mind, the possibilities endlessly satisfying. Something wiping out Cabal and the little group of immortals he’d been collected in to, against the will of nearly everyone involved?
Delicious. Simple.
A hands-free way of ridding herself of him that didn’t indicate her own fault at all.
“I could stop you, you know.
You are my creature.”
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Frank is little more than a Shade by the time he seeks his master--
---a pitiful thing, flickering weakly in the deepest shadows.
At first, there is little sound, nothing more than a moan of the wind.
"Bad G-d.
Coming. Here."
She blows a slow stream of smoke from her mouth in his direction, placing her cigarette into the crystal bowl meant for ceremonial herbs and other such things. Within her breath is the smallest part of her magic; it hits against the nothingness of Frank and is enough to make him visible to her, to solidify his presence in hers only.
His form becomes more solid against the dark shadows of her office kitchen space, and Rabbit leans in against her empty hand, propped by her elbow on the table.
"You really are a useless sack of shit, aren't you?"
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"it should be illegal to look as good as you do." Horst bit his lower lip, appraising Rabbit with a smile.
"Special occasion?"
It is easy to get overwhelmed with Horst, although not necessarily in an unpleasant way. Despite herself, red flushes into her cheeks; it's times like this she misses being nearly a lich, and how easy it had been to control such reactions.
"Everything I do is some level of illegal, darling.
I simply love dramatics."
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a little baby polar bear cartwheels into your askbox, holding a snowball shaped letter in his mouth. he hands the note to you: “I hope you’re having an amazing day, with love from a little bear who loves you and believes in you!”
YELLS
it's been years since I've seen you around. I feel like we're still in the heights of tumblr rpc seeing you again, you precious lil snowflake
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and what a lovely time that it would surely be
choke ~ i don’t know how but they found me
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“Nooooooo.
Because I’m...a Rabbit?
And...Rabbit’s feet are good luck charms?”
A pause, a beat.
“But also, yes, please do not tickle me or else I might injure you.
Entirely reflex, I promise.”
"Did you know that you're my good luck charm?" Horst winked, grinning down at Rabbit.
"I won't say it, but I thought you should know."
{Rabbit, rabbit!}
"-- Please refrain from taking my foot as I am rather attached to it."
Bdumtsssshhhh.
Had she once accused him of inciting ridiculousness in her? Another sin for his ledger.
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