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Also: Muse is called "writer", "Kyoki" is the name of the Mun (also this is for not being confused with other "writers")

Also I post a lot of Poro-Art. Either like it or gtfo!
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poroquest:

Swift death has never been this fluffy….

//Must… reblog… this…

(via askporoporo)

Asker echoalien Asks:
*an anonymous figure in a cloak that looks like the night sky pushes the door open to the Writers study, and leans against the edge of the door frame, keeping itself completely hidden within the cloak* We haven't met. My name is Z, and from what Echo told me, its probably best that I keep myself visibly hidden from you, at least for the moment. I'm here to tell you to come to Echo's hideout. We need to talk.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

On the first sight the study seems to empty, then there is a sound simliar to pages being turned at an amazing speed. Suddenly the writer appears behind his desk with a massive book in his hands - no doubt it was a magical book. That old smell, glowing runes no one could read, that sense of impending doom… Hastly the writer puts the book into a drawer in his desk and locks it away.

"W-What…Who… You know Echo?", he mumbles, slightly confused.

-

As one might have thought, the tail was really sensitive, especially now that it had completly fused with the writer’s existence. When Z grabs her tail her body suddenly tenses up and starts shivering while she blushes even more. Judging by her body language it should be obvious what grabbing the tail had triggered - although the writer doesn’t seem to understand this herself.

Suddenly her legs become weak and she sinks down to her knees, staring up to Z who was still holding her tail with confusion and fear in her black eyes.

*Z laughs, and lets go of her tail, kneeling down to the Writer*

[Z]: Relax~ … I’m not gonna do anything to you. I have control over myself. If I was in a feral state on the other hand, something might have happened ….

*He looks towards Echo for a moment before looking back, Echo seeming to be reasonably calmed for the moment*

[Z]: Hmm … It looks like my touch is enough to bring her down from her rage, so I might not need to ‘work’ on her after all~ …

Too close… WAY TOO CLOSE…

The writer wraps the tail around her multiple times as if to shield herself from Z. She wants to jump up and escape from Echo’s lair, but for some reason she couldn’t get up. Also his voice had something… hypnotic. She has to use all her willpower to not just fall towards the zombie. Her tail seemed to be affected as well: The parts that were not in the writer’s line of sight were showing just how much of a mess her mind was right now. Fear, confusion, this strange urge, desire, panic - all at once.

"W-What…?"

She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a confused stuttering.

awkward-aris:

peachymints:

I play a very dangerous game

it’s not my fault people have the gall to make attractive OCs

"Shh I’m gonna try and get that for you"is the single best description for my relationship with my OC ever

(via ask-miss-campbell)

A hooded figure sneaks into Malzahar's chambers. There had been rumors that he had been affected by mysterious greyface magic and was not feeling well, but to the writer all this was secondary since there were more important matters at hand. The writer carries some scrolls with icathian readings - apparently he needed help with the translation again. "Malzahar, are you there? I need your help with the scrolls you brought me from Icathia..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

Malzahar is currently sitting at his desk in his room at the Institute. He is browsing over some scrolls of his own when the writer comes in. The writer’s voice startles him, accidentally causing the prophet to knock everything off his desk as he suddenly cowers behind his arms. He looks over at the writer, shrinks away. “G-Go away——I-I—”

Now… that mark was new! There had ben rumors about greyface magic… or was this a curse? He had to get a better look on this! This behavior was indeed more than just strange.

The writer rises his feather again and writes "Hold" into the air, causing a physical force to gently restrict Malzahar’s movement and to reveal his face. Meanwhile, the spell sealing the dagger had vanished.

"You look kind of pale…", the writer mumbles as he reaches out his hand to Malzahar’s forehead, "Strange… you don’t seem to have fever…"

The prophet freezes at the sudden spell, his breath catching and his heart skipping a few beats. His frightened blue gaze turns to the writer as he steps closer. His body wants to shake and tremble, but the spell keeps him from doing so. Malzahar’s eyes flick to the man’s hand before glancing back at his face.

Slowly the physical restraints fade, but the writer doesn’t back of. Using his magic had caused a small amout of ink to cloud his eyes that still stare at Malzahar with a mix of worry and curiosity. The Prophet looked so different right now… his usual aura was completly replaced by something else.

A hooded figure sneaks into Malzahar's chambers. There had been rumors that he had been affected by mysterious greyface magic and was not feeling well, but to the writer all this was secondary since there were more important matters at hand. The writer carries some scrolls with icathian readings - apparently he needed help with the translation again. "Malzahar, are you there? I need your help with the scrolls you brought me from Icathia..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

Malzahar is currently sitting at his desk in his room at the Institute. He is browsing over some scrolls of his own when the writer comes in. The writer’s voice startles him, accidentally causing the prophet to knock everything off his desk as he suddenly cowers behind his arms. He looks over at the writer, shrinks away. “G-Go away——I-I—”

"Hmmm you are really strange today - are you sure you are not sick? Let me have a look at you…", mumbles the writer, really worried. Did Malzahar have a fever? He behaved really strange…

With these words the writer suddenly grabs the hood and reveals the Prophet’s face.

Malzahra immediately slaps the writer’s hand, still looking away.  “stop!” he cries, trying to hide his face again. He gives a quiet “eep”, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. The writer catches a glimpse of the top of a very faint heart mark on his right cheek.

Now… that mark was new! There had ben rumors about greyface magic… or was this a curse? He had to get a better look on this! This behavior was indeed more than just strange.

The writer rises his feather again and writes "Hold" into the air, causing a physical force to gently restrict Malzahar’s movement and to reveal his face. Meanwhile, the spell sealing the dagger had vanished.

"You look kind of pale…", the writer mumbles as he reaches out his hand to Malzahar’s forehead, "Strange… you don’t seem to have fever…"

A hooded figure sneaks into Malzahar's chambers. There had been rumors that he had been affected by mysterious greyface magic and was not feeling well, but to the writer all this was secondary since there were more important matters at hand. The writer carries some scrolls with icathian readings - apparently he needed help with the translation again. "Malzahar, are you there? I need your help with the scrolls you brought me from Icathia..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

Malzahar is currently sitting at his desk in his room at the Institute. He is browsing over some scrolls of his own when the writer comes in. The writer’s voice startles him, accidentally causing the prophet to knock everything off his desk as he suddenly cowers behind his arms. He looks over at the writer, shrinks away. “G-Go away——I-I—”

Before even noticing the Prophet’s weird behavior the writer buries the desk under the scrolls. One might wonder how he carried them all at once. It took some time for the writer to notice that something was different than usual. He stares at Malzahar, not sure what it was. Curious the writer’s staring intensifies until his gaze is so strong that it seems to pierce right through the Prophet.

"Are you… sick or something?"

The prophet scoots back before swiftly unsheathing his blade, with glows with Void essence. His hand shakes as he points the blade at the writer’s throat, as does his voice. “Go away-I-I’ll-“

Usually the writer would have been scared, but the Prophet radiated absolutely no hostile aura. He rises his feather and writes "sheath" into the air. The next moment the blade moves out of Malzahar’s hand and returns to where it’s usually stored. Even if he would try, the Prophet would be able to draw the dagger again for the next minutes.

"Oy, be careful with that before you hurt someone…", the writer says while still staring at the Prophet.

Malzahar looks down at his hand before trying to pull out his dagger again. When he’s unable to draw his weapon, his hands glows with Void magic as he faces the writer again “I’m-” He shakes more before the glow disappears and he instead turns away, pulling his hood over his face more.

"Hmmm you are really strange today - are you sure you are not sick? Let me have a look at you…", mumbles the writer, really worried. Did Malzahar have a fever? He behaved really strange…

With these words the writer suddenly grabs the hood and reveals the Prophet’s face.

A hooded figure sneaks into Malzahar's chambers. There had been rumors that he had been affected by mysterious greyface magic and was not feeling well, but to the writer all this was secondary since there were more important matters at hand. The writer carries some scrolls with icathian readings - apparently he needed help with the translation again. "Malzahar, are you there? I need your help with the scrolls you brought me from Icathia..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

Malzahar is currently sitting at his desk in his room at the Institute. He is browsing over some scrolls of his own when the writer comes in. The writer’s voice startles him, accidentally causing the prophet to knock everything off his desk as he suddenly cowers behind his arms. He looks over at the writer, shrinks away. “G-Go away——I-I—”

Before even noticing the Prophet’s weird behavior the writer buries the desk under the scrolls. One might wonder how he carried them all at once. It took some time for the writer to notice that something was different than usual. He stares at Malzahar, not sure what it was. Curious the writer’s staring intensifies until his gaze is so strong that it seems to pierce right through the Prophet.

"Are you… sick or something?"

The prophet scoots back before swiftly unsheathing his blade, with glows with Void essence. His hand shakes as he points the blade at the writer’s throat, as does his voice. “Go away-I-I’ll-“

Usually the writer would have been scared, but the Prophet radiated absolutely no hostile aura. He rises his feather and writes "sheath" into the air. The next moment the blade moves out of Malzahar’s hand and returns to where it’s usually stored. Even if he would try, the Prophet would be able to draw the dagger again for the next minutes.

"Oy, be careful with that before you hurt someone…", the writer says while still staring at the Prophet.

A hooded figure sneaks into Malzahar's chambers. There had been rumors that he had been affected by mysterious greyface magic and was not feeling well, but to the writer all this was secondary since there were more important matters at hand. The writer carries some scrolls with icathian readings - apparently he needed help with the translation again. "Malzahar, are you there? I need your help with the scrolls you brought me from Icathia..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

Malzahar is currently sitting at his desk in his room at the Institute. He is browsing over some scrolls of his own when the writer comes in. The writer’s voice startles him, accidentally causing the prophet to knock everything off his desk as he suddenly cowers behind his arms. He looks over at the writer, shrinks away. “G-Go away——I-I—”

Before even noticing the Prophet’s weird behavior the writer buries the desk under the scrolls. One might wonder how he carried them all at once. It took some time for the writer to notice that something was different than usual. He stares at Malzahar, not sure what it was. Curious the writer’s staring intensifies until his gaze is so strong that it seems to pierce right through the Prophet.

"Are you… sick or something?"

//Ok, finally updated the RP-Page again. Whoever is interested in starting a RP with me should be reading that… yeah I know its a lot of text, sorry about that ^^ . On the bottom of the page is a “Relationships” section. I think wrote down everyone, but if I forgot you, please let me know.

the-glorious-evolution-fanart:

GIVEAWAY TIME!!

Hello! 300 is traditional giveaway number, right?

First of all, I want to thank you all! I have no idea where you all came from and why you decided to follow this stupid little floating robot, but Watchbot’s trying its best!

When I first came to this community, I stood on the borders, believing no one would care about my scribbles and notes. I was very surprised with the warm atmosphere you all welcomed me with, and I hope the community stays as positive as possible!

Since I have 0$, I’ll be doing an art giveaway! ^^’

1st prize: full coloured (with u yes) drawing (by me yup)! Example: [x]

2nd prize: a sketch with shading; Examples: [x], [x]or just find one on my blog with a style you like for an example! There are a lot of them;

3rd prize: An icon; Example: [x] Or would you rather a chibi?

And now, for something completely completely different: Da Rulez

-Must be following this blog;

-Reblogs count only; So… reblog this post I guess?

-No giveaway blogs, please. I will check!!

That’s it! Winners are going to be chosen in a truly random order, via Random Number Generator. I’ll keep the contest open for 7 days starting from today. That means, concluding with 26th of October, the last day of Daylight Saving Time. Sorry, I ramble too much I will inform the winners by posts of the random numbers with tags!

For everyone who decides to enter, good luck!

The moment the writer hears of Malzahar going to Icathia he burst into his apartment. On his back is a large yet empty bag - it was obvious that he was still after the Void-books. "Sooo... when are we going?"
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

The prophet had actually just been about to leave his house in Shurima. His tired-looking eyes flick over the writer, shaded by his hood, before he uses one hand to push the writer aside. He glides past the writer and begins to float out into the desert. “We are not going anywhere. I am going-alone.” His voice lacks its usual sarcasm.

"You long for dominance and yet you submit to the Void and its rules…"

The being floats around the ceiling before remembering something really important:

"Why did human me come here in the first place… ah, yes… the books! Now, where are they… I can feel that they are close…"

"Find them yourself. But I warn you, the being in charge of them would most likely sooner tear them apart and rewrite them after its death then let you read them." The prophet continues to stare outside the window.

"HA! Found them!"

Suddenly the writer dashes out of the window, vanishing somewhere in Icathia. He had completly ignored everything Malzahar said just now. For some time everything is silent, then  unearthly roar shakes the city, indicating the the writer had met the being in charge of the libary. About one minute later one could spot a robed figure flying through the air, desperatly cling to some scrolls that were obviously stolen.

"Take care, young ooooooooooooooooooooooooone", can be heard as the writer is crashes right through the veil and vanishes somewhere behind the horizon.

The moment the writer hears of Malzahar going to Icathia he burst into his apartment. On his back is a large yet empty bag - it was obvious that he was still after the Void-books. "Sooo... when are we going?"
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

askmalzy:

kyoki-the-writer:

askmalzy:

The prophet had actually just been about to leave his house in Shurima. His tired-looking eyes flick over the writer, shaded by his hood, before he uses one hand to push the writer aside. He glides past the writer and begins to float out into the desert. “We are not going anywhere. I am going-alone.” His voice lacks its usual sarcasm.

"So it’s dominance that you want… what a weird thing to wish for. And what will you do… after that? Forever is a long time, you know?"

The being was impressed that someone could hold onto a goal that much. It had been a bit like this back then, some thousand years ago, back then when helping humans was not considered a total waste of time.

"The Void will most likely hop to other planets or universes when this planet is finished, and I will precede its coming. I am tied with the Void and its works, so such things are not far off. For the rest of eternity, I shall rule." Malzahar glances out the window, leaving himself to think. For now, he had banished the empty feeling from his heart. Most of the pain and memories, as well, have been repressed once more.

"You long for dominance and yet you submit to the Void and its rules…"

The being floats around the ceiling before remembering something really important:

"Why did human me come here in the first place… ah, yes… the books! Now, where are they… I can feel that they are close…"