Unforeseen Strike

Blog && Carrd still under construction! Until it’s finished construction, here is a easy rules post for you:

I am private. I may follow, I may not. no offense to anyone.

Don’t try to push ships on me.

I don't have the best vision, so I would ask that if you use icons smaller than 70x70 to refrain from using them in replies with me. It strains my eyes to try to see them.

Don’t think whatever my muse says to yours is how I feel. muse =/= mun.

Crossover fandoms are acceptable so long as I know the fandom.

Due to the nature of content that will appear often on Lohen's blog, I am only allowing interactions with those over the age of 18. (As in the mun, not the muse.)

I am of age. Smut may happen on this blog, as well as themes of gore, rape mention, abuse, and other triggering things. All such things will be TAGGED and put under READ MORE for viewer discretion. If you clicked on something while knowing it was tagged for such, this is your own doing and not my problem.

OCs are accepted so long as they have an about page and are fleshed out. I’m extremely picky over them so don’t feel offended if I don’t follow you.

I’m extremely busy, I will reply when I can. Reminders are welcomed, hounding is not.

m!as are not allowed.

No godmoding. if you need to have my muse do an action in your reply, IM me first to see if it checks out. Other than that, standard RP etiquette applies.

I am fine if you wish to like my headcanon posts, but please do not like/reblog rp threads unless you are the partner.

Please do not reblog any personal or headcanon* posts I make. You may reblog my drabbles if you like the writing that much. ( * Exception being Rella reblogging my headcanon posts onto her muse mirror blog as we share the same headcanon pool with each other. )

@boreaswind is my only Varka for shipping with as is @angelichex for Nicole.

context for nonendfield players.

I'm really proud of the psd i made for my cyrene blog )

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    A  sigh  leaves  his  lips  as  the  woman  continues  to  work  on  tending  to  his  wounds.  They  weren't  even  that  serious,  what  was  a  little  blood  loss?  He  had  lost  so  much  more  in  his  hunts..  This is  mild.

                  ❝ Akila…  Don't  drain  yourself  for  my  sake,  I  heal  fast.  It's  fine.  It's  not  fatal..  ❞

    A  quick  glance  to  the  woman  seated  across  from  him  told  him  two  things  very  quickly:

       The  first  was  that  she  was  one  of  those  types  to  constantly  wear  a  mask  out  in  public  to  conceal  her  feelings.

    The  second  was  the  fact  that  she  was  clearly  unsure  what  to  do  with  his  presence  at  this  table  with  her.

                  ❝ Relax.  It's  not  like  I'm  trying  to  kill  you  or  hunt  you  for  sport.  Hell  if  you  want  I'll  move  to  another  table.  ❞

    Tch.  He  didn't  understand  how  the  other  went  from  being  such  a  fiend  in  sparring  to  now  having  an  apron  around  his  waist  in  the  kitchen.  At  least  it  wasn't  JUST  an  apron  –  Even  if  the  damn  blond  was  currently  TOPLESS  aside  from  the  apron  for  whatever  fucking  reason.

       Fucking  lions.

                  ❝ So  you  really  like  cooking,  huh..?  ❞

   Oh? He had heard rumors about this one. He couldn't truly be killed… His breathing would stop, then after a moment his flesh would repair && he'd stand back up right as rain.

      How… ENTICING.

            ❝ Tell me… Fancy some fun? ❞

[ Please read that post first for more context if you didn't see it before continuing to read this one ]

Putting this under a read more as it is a little bit of depressing mental talk.