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· Mar 20
@rosemagus.bsky.social
Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity.
"Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours."
The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.
Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity.
"Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours."
The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.
September 29, 2025 at 10:16 AM
@rosemagus.bsky.social
Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity.
"Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours."
The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.
Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity.
"Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours."
The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.
//throwing this out here for everyone who liked my interaction gauge post and anyone else who is interested 🤝
September 25, 2025 at 10:02 AM
//throwing this out here for everyone who liked my interaction gauge post and anyone else who is interested 🤝
Scarcely had it occurred to him the other might get close enough to his research, tense observance hovering upon the visage while he wondered in silence. Metallic braces, electrode equipped, leaned empty in rust and near devices of brainwave analysis. A wheelchair was among the array of equipment.
“By accident.” he said as he took in the surroundings.
It felt like something straight out of a sci-fi horror to him. For Tomio, someone only recently making his way outside and into the world after 100 years of self imposed isolation, everything in the room looked foreign to+
It felt like something straight out of a sci-fi horror to him. For Tomio, someone only recently making his way outside and into the world after 100 years of self imposed isolation, everything in the room looked foreign to+
Whether by accidental or intentional encounter, the man stood in his lab to observe decades of work scattered on benches and built within a chassis of sophisticated engine, the position of which loomed center, scarred lips sighing roughly from attenuated lungs. Eyes gleaming with a sharp impatience.
September 24, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Scarcely had it occurred to him the other might get close enough to his research, tense observance hovering upon the visage while he wondered in silence. Metallic braces, electrode equipped, leaned empty in rust and near devices of brainwave analysis. A wheelchair was among the array of equipment.
//so perspective drawing with anatomy and objects is thinking you have the correct visualization and realizing you only have approximate lines to convey the action. I wanna feel like Stefano has his knife flourished, that's why it's difficult
September 24, 2025 at 12:05 PM
//so perspective drawing with anatomy and objects is thinking you have the correct visualization and realizing you only have approximate lines to convey the action. I wanna feel like Stefano has his knife flourished, that's why it's difficult
Whether by accidental or intentional encounter, the man stood in his lab to observe decades of work scattered on benches and built within a chassis of sophisticated engine, the position of which loomed center, scarred lips sighing roughly from attenuated lungs. Eyes gleaming with a sharp impatience.
Tomio flashed a forced, incredibly awkward looking smile.
He glanced around at the room Ruben was working in with a vague sense of interest.
“Sorry. Am I bothering you?” he asked. His monotone conveys absolutely no sense of remorse for the intrusion, however.
He glanced around at the room Ruben was working in with a vague sense of interest.
“Sorry. Am I bothering you?” he asked. His monotone conveys absolutely no sense of remorse for the intrusion, however.
Studious tension slowed activity preoccupied with deep calculations, a series of interruptions mechanical, rankling, though more welcome than what wandered in.
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
September 22, 2025 at 9:49 AM
Whether by accidental or intentional encounter, the man stood in his lab to observe decades of work scattered on benches and built within a chassis of sophisticated engine, the position of which loomed center, scarred lips sighing roughly from attenuated lungs. Eyes gleaming with a sharp impatience.
Studious tension slowed activity preoccupied with deep calculations, a series of interruptions mechanical, rankling, though more welcome than what wandered in.
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
September 20, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Studious tension slowed activity preoccupied with deep calculations, a series of interruptions mechanical, rankling, though more welcome than what wandered in.
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.
"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."
//he's just a little silly /j
September 5, 2025 at 11:16 AM
//he's just a little silly /j
In a bout of chance, perhaps in defying his very nature, the draped frame of ruined linen and scarred limbs rose a hand in a stiff greeting. Nothing so cordial, the gesture, but the first move and waiting to see if the (reader) would respond, or rather, how.
A terrified shriek would be appropriate.
A terrified shriek would be appropriate.
September 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
In a bout of chance, perhaps in defying his very nature, the draped frame of ruined linen and scarred limbs rose a hand in a stiff greeting. Nothing so cordial, the gesture, but the first move and waiting to see if the (reader) would respond, or rather, how.
A terrified shriek would be appropriate.
A terrified shriek would be appropriate.
//I still wanna write and plot if anyone's up for it, apologies for the long absence 👍
September 5, 2025 at 4:17 AM
//I still wanna write and plot if anyone's up for it, apologies for the long absence 👍
Reposted by 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤.
— 「𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨?」
July 29, 2025 at 4:23 PM
— 「𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨?」
//pinching and slapping and running myself through a combine harvester rn IS THAT RLY A STEFANO ON BSKY 😭💕
July 28, 2025 at 2:08 PM
//pinching and slapping and running myself through a combine harvester rn IS THAT RLY A STEFANO ON BSKY 😭💕
Reposted by 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤.
//I like my old hc of Ruben and Tatiana having staredowns at the nurses station while she's playing Solitaire (skipping her administrative duties bc fuck Mobius for torturing Krimson City 💀) and he's trying to avoid Jimenez 😭💕
She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks
She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks
June 22, 2025 at 12:47 PM
//I like my old hc of Ruben and Tatiana having staredowns at the nurses station while she's playing Solitaire (skipping her administrative duties bc fuck Mobius for torturing Krimson City 💀) and he's trying to avoid Jimenez 😭💕
She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks
She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks
//this is from last year but catgirl Juli is very pride month applicable, methinks 😭💕
June 22, 2025 at 10:38 AM
//this is from last year but catgirl Juli is very pride month applicable, methinks 😭💕
If only it were just malpractice and ghastly medical practices... It's also a balding idiot medical director who can't keep track of his interns...
June 22, 2025 at 8:29 AM
If only it were just malpractice and ghastly medical practices... It's also a balding idiot medical director who can't keep track of his interns...
A bemused exhale ghosted the edge of his hood from which his head inclined to regard the medic. The shrug was as resolute as any refusal and just as irritating with the asylum and his experiments close to mind.
"I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.
"I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.
Oz gave a shrug in response. He had seen a lot from working for a witch that was also a mad scientist. Especially running errands. Not a lot phased him.
Distaste weighed his brow ridge, woven in like the line of sutures, unflinching with objection unvoiced by the clench of teeth, the rest of his shadowy countenance a speculative, needlelike aspect. The *reader was an anomalous presence.
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."
June 22, 2025 at 8:26 AM
A bemused exhale ghosted the edge of his hood from which his head inclined to regard the medic. The shrug was as resolute as any refusal and just as irritating with the asylum and his experiments close to mind.
"I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.
"I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.
The city's rampant missing persons cases aren't the real crime; no...it's my inability to get anywhere...near...this man...for scientific purposes.
June 21, 2025 at 12:55 PM
The city's rampant missing persons cases aren't the real crime; no...it's my inability to get anywhere...near...this man...for scientific purposes.
//I just want Ruben to be loved all the time constantly tbh
Hi I'm trying to remember how to art 👍
Hi I'm trying to remember how to art 👍
June 21, 2025 at 12:33 PM
//I just want Ruben to be loved all the time constantly tbh
Hi I'm trying to remember how to art 👍
Hi I'm trying to remember how to art 👍
Reposted by 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤.
as fate would have it.
i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.
they grew up heroes.
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i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.
they grew up heroes.
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June 13, 2025 at 4:38 PM
as fate would have it.
i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.
they grew up heroes.
——————————
i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.
they grew up heroes.
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//I'm trying to be active on Shishio even though the Samurai X verse is dead if anyone wants to interact 👋 muse is low here but I'll try to be more active soon. I'm still debating on a third TEW muse since I'm stumped on Joseph unfortunately...plus it's hard to get interactions for him 😭
June 14, 2025 at 3:38 PM
//I'm trying to be active on Shishio even though the Samurai X verse is dead if anyone wants to interact 👋 muse is low here but I'll try to be more active soon. I'm still debating on a third TEW muse since I'm stumped on Joseph unfortunately...plus it's hard to get interactions for him 😭
//oml that's a lot of Gob and Charon shippers 😭💕 out of all the Fallout ships I didn't expect so many people to be into it but I'm glad other people enjoy it too
June 12, 2025 at 1:27 PM
//oml that's a lot of Gob and Charon shippers 😭💕 out of all the Fallout ships I didn't expect so many people to be into it but I'm glad other people enjoy it too
Distaste weighed his brow ridge, woven in like the line of sutures, unflinching with objection unvoiced by the clench of teeth, the rest of his shadowy countenance a speculative, needlelike aspect. The *reader was an anomalous presence.
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."
June 11, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Distaste weighed his brow ridge, woven in like the line of sutures, unflinching with objection unvoiced by the clench of teeth, the rest of his shadowy countenance a speculative, needlelike aspect. The *reader was an anomalous presence.
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."
"It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."