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A multimuse canon/oc animanga and game rp blog as told by Cherry. Featuring muses from Jujutsu Kaisen, Fire Force, League of Legends, and more!
Cherry // She/They // Mun 30+ // Most muses 21+ unless specified otherwise.
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Brain worms won this round
Potential TW on this one for like, distorted voices and such
Right when I say I'm gonna work on more drafts, the summer heat finally kicked in
And that means my right arm wants me to die 💔
Aight I paused the queue for now so I can work on more drafts
Hopefully I can do them all and then once I feel good about my new blog, I'll start moving things to there
get u a shorty w/ resting bitch face that only smiles at u
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Since I'm on my laptop more, I've been slowly working on remaking this blog. It'll be under a different name cause I'm not too fond of my current one. The blog anyway.
Once I feel okay with it I'll slowly make the transition from here to there 💖
Instagram.
Also, can we talk about how the demons in League are actually pretty unique (visually speaking)
For the most part, I've noticed in a ton of media that depictions of demons tend to be more on the desaturated, almost muted colors and black. Typically with reds, whether it be a more lobster red, or blood red. Nothing really in-between.
But the demons in League do share black as a color, however, the more vibrant and bright colors are incredibly eye-catching. The difference between the vibrant colors in comparison to more muted/red colors IMO are a breath of fresh air.
Of course you have to signify danger with demons, and you can absolutely do that with bright neon colors. It heavily depends on the delivery of said demons
Now that there's more of Locke coming out
I think it may be appropriate to just dump whatever thoughts I have of him
Despite his official lore not being fully out :^)
Who was it that told me I gravitate to characters that have "a little something off" about them
You're right... Again 😂
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Sometimes I do wonder how I'm not in jail/sarcasm
On day five, he was finally able to start making his way back to Mount Targon. Illness has waned, and feeling returns to his senses- he'd rather gouge out his eyes. Everything is sore, and despite the illness passing, it doesn't stop the pounding headache and nasty pit in his stomach.
The camp was nestled between tall rock formations, mimicking the mouth of a cave. A ring of rocks encircles burnt wood, and a small clothing line to air out his garments. A basic tunic, pants, and a brown wool cloak are pinned to the line gently swayed in what little breeze that passes by.
The voice calling out took a few times to stir the Lunari awake. Grumbling as he tosses and turns in his sleeping bag, desperately trying to ignore the questions. Being in a shitty mood doesn't help the lack of sleep. But if they keep calling out... might as well indulge them so he could go back to sleep.
As he hears the last question, he reaches for his sleep shirt to put it back on. Quick fingers ruffle his hair to attempt to look like he didn't just wake up. He buttons his pants once more, and slips into his shoes.
Unpinning the tent's opening, he bows his head low to meet whoever has been yelling. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he unknowingly glares down at the young lady. Is it really that important to know who he is at such an early hour?
The young man stood before her with dark circles under his eyes. It's quite apparent that he is under the weather, considering the contrast between the rest of his skin. Pale, light as the moon that clung to the last hour of her daily cycle. Eyes of deep, rich jewel tones. Silk navy that blends into violet seamlessly. And as the sun begins to rise, her light shines down on him, flecks of twinkling stars in his eyes of night. His hair pitch black as a raven. Typically well-kept, in this moment, it is slightly messy. As if he ran a brush through his hair quickly before leaving the safety of his tent.
"Mm... yes," he slowly croaks out. A light tickle to the back of his throat threatens him into a coughing fit. Without a word, he turns back into his tent to grab his canteen. Opening the lid, he takes a sip of water followed by a meek sigh of relief. "I'm alright," the assassin answers back. "... How about you?" he inquires. Awkward, though means his word. He is aware that void territory isn't safe, maybe he got lucky this night- nothing came his way. Or maybe he wasn't close enough to a portal? Who knows, truly.
As the mage stands at the camp's cusp, her senses are alert, her feet ready to flee, though her mind fights to remain open and bright. There are no outright signs of struggle here, which is already better than most of the camps she finds. Most things that roam these parts are monsters, but not all. She has met some of the best people she knows in these hollowed, blighted lands.
And so, when she finally hears movement and shuffling from inside the tent, her heart beats anxiously.
Then, her heart jumps.
From the tent emerges a tall man, and though pallid and subdued, his strength and capability are apparent in his frame and bearing. Instantaneously and instinctively, she knows that he is special in some way, that there is an importance to him, though she cannot tell how or why. She certainly hasn't met anyone like him before, and he doesn't remind her of anything.
Her stare is awed, and her usually agile and graceful bearing is stiff, like she'd forgotten how to move in her usual way. " Yes? " she repeats after him, meeker than intended. " You mean to say, you are alright? "
Then, to her dismay, he moves away from her, back into his tent, to... fetch water. She'd half-expected him to be done with her intrusion!
It's Taliyah's turn to sigh with relief when he speaks again. The fact that this stranger is not only unharmed, but receptive to her, is more than she could've hoped for.
Her shoulders relax, and confidence returns to her stature. There is an apprehensive friendliness on her sun-browned features. " I am good, thank you for asking. "
Then, to urgent matters. If only this were mere desert, bathing in the morning light, and a happenstance meeting of two travelers. " You survived the night. There was a breach the other day, so I'm... looking for anyone who might need help. You must be a seasoned traveler, and quite capable, to brave this part of the desert. Have you heard or seen anything unusual in the last days out here? "
Standing before him, her concern is contrasted by a sense of trust, like she were surrounded by her element. Her robes, plain at first sight, are actually adorned with countless intricate details, little stones hung and woven into the clothes like pearls. Sand glimmers on her fuzzy hair and all the fibers of her clothes, as if she had just been in a sandstorm.
It comes to his surprise, that this was all just dumb luck. Aphelios was on his way back to Targon in order to prepare more noctum, and this young lady is telling him he might have been in the center of a breakout, without any other weapons besides a short sword?
He looks out to the horizon, sun beginning to creep above the dunes. Skies painted with a warming glow as the twilight fades away. And nothing but dead air. Between her speaking and his own answers, he hasn't heard anything beyond the low breeze sweeping by, and the last chirps of crickets for the night. With a slow shake of his head, he affirmed he heard nothing. Visually, on the other hand was a different answer.
Aphelios pinched his fingers together, and spread his hands in front of him. The ground has been disturbed by burrowing creatures. Though not too familiar with the voidlings, he's aware of what it does to their world. It wasn't like anything he's seen. Glowing portals of violet light in the sand. Eerie, and with no way to defend himself other than the minimal, he'd be doomed. "Small tracks that way," he points South with two fingers.
Finally taking a glance at the stranger's face, he sees someone of a timid nature. Seemingly unsure of herself, light-footed and ready to flee. Deeper skin and eyes, also uncommon for him to see. Nonetheless enchanting. Her eyes of precious stones and skin of chestnut. No hint of Solari regalia is an even better sign.
Oh, how rude of him. While the woman is seemingly safe, it's better to be safe than sorry. With a hurried gesture, Aphelios tells her to sit while he begins to pack up his belongings. Before doing so, he leaned down, stepping into the tent once more. Shuffling some things around, he emerges again with two plain brown robes, and a small cup. From a fresh canteen, he pours water into the vessel and hands it off to his... guest? Setting the robe next to the stranger, he flings his own on, and pulls up the hood to shield himself from the sand kicking up.
Packing up his camp in silence, Aphelios made sure to fix up the area as if no one was even there. The fire pit filled back in, with the smaller rocks placed inside the opening of the cave. Tarps rolled up neatly, and his pack slung on his back. Just a bit lighter than it was before, and that in itself is a blessing. Sweeping up any ash into the dune to bury evidence of (human) life, he brushes his hands together to be rid of any grainy particles.
I NEED TO SCREAM AT SOMEONE ABOUT MY CYBERPUNK OCS OR ILL GNAW MY HANDS OFF‼️‼️‼️‼️
"Hey, could you, um, fix my camera? The light keeps blinking and I keep getting an error message. I got all set up to take a good photo and it just - isn't working." / let him ask adrian for help unu
Adrian's brows lifted in intrigue. A blinking light and error message? Easy. It can only be one of two options for Kaede's camera model.
With an agreeing nod, Adrian takes hold of the camera and studies its message. The light blinks slowly, already indicating potential bad news. As Adrian held out the body at eye level. Squinting to perceive the thin line between the camera body and lens, it lay flat from all possible angles. So, not a bad connection there- that's good at least. But the other option...
"Well, it's not great." With a hesitant hand, he pops open the SD card slot. Plucking it from the camera, Adrian waves it frantically between his fingers. "I really do hope you have backups of your work. The card is dead. You're gonna need a new one."
Popping the card back into the slot, Adrian hands it back to his colleague. Like the fool he is, his hand lingured a second too long. Idiot. He abruptly takes his hand back and fixates on playing with his sleeves. You stupid, stupid fool. Even if he is accepting of the concept in general- the old wounds seared and scarred into his memory say otherwise. But this is no time for a pity party. Slam the door back in its face and deal with it later. Though subtle, Adrian manages to disguise the quiver of his lip with taking his glasses off to wipe the lenses. Nothing like a small distraction to halt the spiraling.
Only if Kumoshin could hear... this is his vibe
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ASHES AFTER THE CURTAIN FALLS
dark roleplay starters inspired by grief, loss, and endings that never feel finished
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING ENDS
final breaths, last words, the instant the world breaks
“No—don’t close your eyes. Please. Stay with me.”
“They said it would be quick. They lied.”
“I was right here. I should’ve been enough.”
“Say something. Anything.”
“The room went quiet the second you stopped breathing.”
WHAT’S LEFT BEHIND
aftermath, hollow spaces, the ache of absence
“Your things are still where you left them.”
“I keep turning to tell you something—and then I remember.”
“The house sounds wrong without you in it.”
“Everyone keeps saying ‘time will help.’ When?”
“I don’t know what to do with all this silence.”
GUILT THAT WON’T LET GO
what-ifs, self-blame, words never said
“If I had stayed five minutes longer…”
“I should’ve seen it coming.”
“You asked for help and I didn’t listen.”
“I replay that day every night.”
“I don’t know how to forgive myself.”
LOVE THAT OUTLIVES DEATH
devotion that doesn’t end, even when everything else does
“I still talk to you like you can hear me.”
“If love could keep people alive, you’d still be here.”
“You promised you wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“I don’t care if it hurts—I won’t let you go.”
“Loving you was worth the ruin.”
UNFINISHED STORIES
endings that feel wrong, abrupt, stolen
“We were supposed to have more time.”
“This wasn’t how it was meant to end.”
“We never got our goodbye.”
“There was so much left unsaid.”
“I hate that this is the last chapter.”
ANGER IN THE GRIEF
rage turned inward and outward
“Why you? Why not me?”
“I hate the world for letting this happen.”
“Everyone keeps moving on—how dare they?”
“I don’t want comfort. I want answers.”
“This pain has nowhere to go.”
HAUNTED BY MEMORY
ghosts that linger, emotional or otherwise
“I still see you in crowds.”
“Your voice shows up when it’s quiet.”
“I swear you were standing right there.”
“The past won’t stay buried.”
“I carry you with me whether I want to or not.”
THE CHOICE TO END OR ENDURE
standing at the edge, deciding what comes next
“I don’t know how to live without you.”
“If I stop hurting, it feels like I’m betraying you.”
“What if surviving is the crueler option?”
“I’m so tired of being strong.”
“Tell me how to keep going.”
A QUIET, BITTER HOPE
not healing—just breathing again
“I don’t feel better. I feel… still here.”
“Maybe surviving doesn’t mean forgetting.”
“I’ll carry this forever. I just won’t let it kill me.”
“You mattered. You still do.”
“This isn’t a happy ending—but it’s not nothing.”
