Back and Better than Ever!

Okay so since some/most of the muses on this blog are in dire need of development and such I’ve moved Belleo to his own blog. Plus new roleplayers or already established ones don’t often roleplay with a multi-muse OC blog. And I want to give Belleo a fair chance to have interactions. It’s for the best ;v;

He’s a main OC of mine, and I use him more than anyone else (Besides Skree who is also a very developed and main OC).

So if you’d like to keep up with Belleo’s antics please follow him at 

I think I realized why I haven’t found much joy in writing and roleplaying like I use to. Probably because I went to school everyday, and felt so empty in my room at home that I needed to branch out so to speak. Giving life to these characters and interacting with all these other wonderful people and their muses really filled that void I felt as a teenager. I had these guys since I was like 14. I’m 21 now. I work part time, I have a dog and a wonderful girlfriend, and I’m in a pretty good time in my life. It’s come to a point where I’m kind of comfortable being alone. I don’t crave interaction as much as I use to, and I’m usually so tired from existing at this point (Between work and depression) that writing paragraphs upon paragraphs exhausts me even more.

It’s a horrible mixture of growing up and procrastination. I should just get up and do it, but I struggle to find motivation? I miss you guys...I really do. I miss my muses, I miss the interactions they have with their friends, and I miss how everything use to be. There’s some days where I’ll think back to how I’d excitedly run into my room after school, shut the door, and roleplay for hours on end. Refreshing my dashboard every 2 minutes to see if my partners replied yet, just to instantly reply (albeit in a shitty manner cuz my 14-17 yr old writing is ugh). And it’ll genuinely bring me to tears when I realize that’s gone.

@lethargic-hunter

@huntxriiisms || continued from here

The conman doesn’t have the heightened senses of an infected, but to say he doesn’t see the quick movement in the dark would be an outright lie. If it were any other time, any other place and with just about any other infected, the con would have his gun out ready to defend himself in his state of vulnerability…But this was different. He was safe here. He had friends here; one in particular he was very eager to see again.

It’s the quiet plea for more time to sleep that encourages an entertained huff of air from the gambler, but it’s the soft impact of the young infected after he races to wrap himself around the con that earns a warm smile. The conman’s large arms come around the smaller figure gently in an embrace and he offers a careful squeeze to Skree’s little form. 

“Hey kiddo.” Nick responds in a voice just above a whisper. A ringed hand slides up and down the young hunter’s back, his other hand still locked in their embrace. “You miss me that much? Christ, you’ve gotten tall.” 

The small hunter couldn’t help but bury his face in the filthy man’s suit, talking in elated muffled sentences as his happy tears soaked the fabric. Finally after a moment he lifted his face and flashed the con man an elated grin. “I’m almost taller than Aiden now~.” Skree couldn’t help his smug tone, reveling in the fact he was outgrowing the elder hunter.

“Of course I missed you that much! Why wouldn’t I?” He barked with a pout, not letting go of Nick as if pulling away would cause him to leave again, “You didn’t get hurt out there, did’ya? No bites or nothin’?” Skree’s eyebrows knitted in concern, head tilting slightly. Then his eyes trailed away for a moment, blinking back a few tears before he cast them back up at the carrier.

 “You’re not gonna leave again are you...?” 

The tone in his voice was shaky and soft, no longer loud and excited. Aiden wasn’t wrong when he said the kid was hormonal. Didn’t take a lot to get the waterworks flowing these days, especially since the infection heightened every instinct. Hell, he broke into tears over a splinter the other day. But worrying about the conman did take its toll on his heart. Wondering day by day if he was alright. If he was safe. If he was...alive. He’s seen first hand what the infected can do to an unarmed or defenseless human if caught in the right circumstances. 

“Mmmn...?”

One of the snoozing parties in the room shuffles underneath the worn and stitched blankets, turning over completely unaware of who was at the door. Skree tugged the blanket from over his head and gave the tiniest effort to sit up. Use to being woken by Pike, Aiden, or Belleo he figured there’d be no use in ignoring someone calling for him even during naps.

“Five more minut--....”

Blue orbs squint at the figure in the dark. Wait a second...

That scent wasn’t infected. It wreaked of them sure, but not the others. There was a musky yet familiar grossness to it, maybe a faint scent of alcohol or cigarettes? Or was that Pike’s jacket in the corner... ? He rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes to wake himself faster.

  The small hunter stared hard at the figure giving his eyes time to auto-adjust. It only took abut 15 seconds before he recognized the white suit.

“Nick!!”

 In an instant he threw the blankets off, scrambled off the old mattress and threw his arms around Nick with a sob. This of course startled Pip awake, who whined at the pre-teen hunter and flopped back over to return to sleep.