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"Welcome to my home. My name is Carolina Ebony Rosalinda Pitchiner. Some call me Muse or Euterpe, while friends call me Ebony. I am the mother of Seraphina Pitchiner, and the late wife of General Kozmotis Pitchiner. Now, with that out of the way, what can I help you with?

Current M!A: none

((Note: This is an RP/Ask Blog for Lady Pitchiner from Guardians of Childhood))

((The blog is OC and multiverse friendly))
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The Color of Music
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The home of Ebony Pitchiner
COMMISSIONS!!!

missdoodle:

As I said before I need to raise money for a new tablet since the old one broke, so I’m taking commissions. For anyone wondering how I’m supposed to do digital work w/o a tablet, I borrowed one from the school, but I can only have it temporarily so I need a new one ASAP.

BUSTS:

Sketch: $10

Painting: $25

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CHARACTERS:

Sketch: $15

Painting: $35

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CHIBI:

Sketch: $8

Painting: $25

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If you have anything else in mind, or wish to negotiate prices, message me and we can arrange something. 

Morgana didn't leave a mortal alive; ear-shattering wails and sharpened swords met every mortal they reached. By the time she got to the main lab, her dress was soaked in blood, the few soldiers she had brought with her watching for any more of the building's security as she began to carefully get her friend free. "Ah'm here, 'Bonnie. Ah'm here."

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

They had stripped Ebony down and put her in one of those flimsy gowns that was usually meant for hospital patients. Along with it, they had her strapped to all kinds of machinery, possibly to try and measure how she reacted to different creative impulses, and preferrably if she responded to it even while unconscious, or drugged.

Which was why she was very much out of it, and groaned weakly when she felt someone moving her, someone who was warm and familiar in this dreadful place.

"M’g’na…?" She mumbled, her mouth feeling like sandpaper.


"If it was, Ah’d give the Sandman a good whippin’ far yah." Morgana smiled softly as she ran a hand through her friends hair. "Do yah want anythin’ ta eat or drink?"

She grimaced, nodding a bit. “Water… just water for now..:” she managed, before looking at their surroundings.

"And then… then I just want to go home. And get into my own bed, in my own clothes… not this dreadful… thing.”

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heidmaan:

joyfulldreams:

inuysha-link-lover:

algrenion:

i think there should be AU’s and then there should be UA’s

because Universe Alterations would be a good name for when your characters are in the exact same universe but you’re altering just a couple of plot points or a few character traits

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EVERYONE WE ALL NEED TO MAKE THIS A THING

GOD THIS WOULD MAKE SHIT SO MUCH EASIER

guys. GUYS. THAT SHOULD TOTALLY BE A THING GUYS

Send me a ♘ if you think your muse could take mine in a fight

inboxideas:

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"Librarian!" + 85

sirisderp:

Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!
The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
'He had been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of thing.'

Pitch often went out to explore areas that appealed to him. Mostly, they consisted of ‘haunted’ areas but this time he sought out a place to calm his mind. A place in the mountains where a storm raged. He was always drawn to storms, the worse the better but it’s been too long since the last one he stood in. Too long. What did the rain smell like? What did it feel like on his skin? He had been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of thing.

He felt the presence of another spirit more than saw when he got there by his shadows. Pitch clasped his hands behind his back and didn’t bother turning to face this unknown person.

"Going to try and stab me in the back, hmm? I rather you face me if you’re going to attack. Otherwise, leave me. Your presence isn’t wanted nor needed."

It had been one of the few times, where Ebony had not been out to gather supplies for her crafts. Rather, she had gone to find a place, where she could settle and paint a landscape and this time she just felt in the mood for being in the mountains.

It had started out well at first. She had gotten a nice sketch made and moved on to painting from there, and had found a peaceful fascination in following the cover of clouds that were hovering above some of the mountain peaks…

And then the storm had snuck up on her. With the wind being as tumultous as it was, it would be impossible to travel with her equipment that way, and there was no sunlight of any kind like there had been this morning.

So here she was now, hiding under the outcrop of a rock to seek as much cover as she could, while the elements raged about her.

Needless to say, she was not in the mood to be accused of backstabbing anyone.

"Oh I would love nothing more than to leave, except my usual mode of transportation is quite impossible at the moment." Ebony spat. "And unlike you, I am not in the mood to be soaked to the skin."

Art Meme!!!

imagine-your-oc:

Send a number + a character and I’ll draw them:

  1. In what they normally wear
  2. In what I’m currently wearing
  3. In a school uniform
  4. In swimwear
  5. In underwear
  6. With no clothes on
  7. In winter clothes
  8. In fancy clothes
  9. Making 3 different expressions
  10. Standing on their hands
  11. With their favorite animal
  12. Hanging out with a friend
  13. Sitting on the couch
  14. Doing something they don’t normally do
  15. Eating
  16. Playing a sport
  17. Beaten up
  18. As a kid/adult
  19. Wearing a funny hat
  20. Sleeping
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tags: #meme
"In the grand scheme of things, what does it matter? We all die."

"Well we certainly won’t accomplish anything with that attitude.” The Muse replied with a raised brow.

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tags: #sirisderp
Morgana didn't leave a mortal alive; ear-shattering wails and sharpened swords met every mortal they reached. By the time she got to the main lab, her dress was soaked in blood, the few soldiers she had brought with her watching for any more of the building's security as she began to carefully get her friend free. "Ah'm here, 'Bonnie. Ah'm here."

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

askladypitchiner:

They had stripped Ebony down and put her in one of those flimsy gowns that was usually meant for hospital patients. Along with it, they had her strapped to all kinds of machinery, possibly to try and measure how she reacted to different creative impulses, and preferrably if she responded to it even while unconscious, or drugged.

Which was why she was very much out of it, and groaned weakly when she felt someone moving her, someone who was warm and familiar in this dreadful place.

"M’g’na…?" She mumbled, her mouth feeling like sandpaper.

asktheravenclan:

Ebony could only moan weakly, mumbling something faintly about ‘wrong colors’, before she passed out in the others arms.

She smiled and shifted her hold a bit before straitening and walking back to the exit of the building. Once she got the other home, she made sure to let her friend rest in the springs that Ebony had shown her a while back.

Ebony moaned weakly as she was lowered into the water. Slowly, she began to wake up, squinting slowly as she did so.

"Nggh…" She mumbled, before she managed to look up at Morgana. Then she sighed, slumping so her head rested against Morgana’s shoulder.

"Oh thank the Cosmos, it wasn’t just a dream."

◎ What was one of the reasons, that you couldn't get along with my father? And I mean besides the obvious of marrying me?

shadowedcenturion:

(♞) ——- “Because he was a pompous old arse who thought
                 that he could regulate with whom you conducted 
                 your business and personal affairs, and it chafed me
                the wrong way. A lady is not controlled by any 
                 man, even if he farts rainbows and kisses babies.” 

 

The sheer tone of his voice, affronted and irritable, and coupled with the sheer imagery of his words, was enough to make Ebony burst out laughing. She was in fact laughing so hard, she had to sit down.

"Find them. If they resist... make an example out of them."

listenwellallofyou:

"I like the way you think."

The Muse responded with a humorless smile.

"People seem to forget that my Pantheon can be quite ruthless if provoked. I will owe you a great favor, if you fulfill this task to my satisfaction. Which I have no doubt that you will."

A small envelope had been left for Katherine, her name written in elegant cursive writing on the front. The note itself was short, and to the point: "To Guardian Katherine: I would like to have a word with you in private, perhaps over a cup of tea. Leave your response in a window, where the sunlight hits it. I will understand if you will not wish to meet, but I feel it is necessary. With Humble regards - Euterpe, a.k.a Lady Ebony Pitchiner."

on-geese-and-good-books:

Fine, heavy parchment. Colored ink that turned in just the right light. The faint scent of some airy perfume, like flowers in a studio.

The Muse.

Lady Pitchiner.

Even what she wrote—all things written fell under Mother Goose’s domain, and secrets could not hide well there—was befuddling. She seemed neither adverse, nor overjoyed to have written. It was terse, but not impolite, like an order from a highborn officer. (Being the general’s wife, she might well have been close enough.) 

Music did not need to work hard to be subtle, but Katherine did not play, and was rendered further dumb and lame. Twas in her favor that she learned verily quick.

'My Lady,' read the reply, placed in a sunny spot on the windowsill, 'I shall do as you bid. Send for me when it please you. 

Signed,

Katherine “Mother Goose Shalazar

Then while the sun swallowed it up, Katherine knit her brows, and wondered.

It wasn’t long before another letter arrived, as if the Muse had been waiting for the response on her part as well.

This time, the envelope was of a different color, with a crimson ribbon tied to it. The note itself was simple:

"Then I bid you to come as soon as you can. Hold the ribbon in your hand, and hold it in the sunlight, and it will take you to my home.

- Lady Pitchiner.”

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"I want you to know I may not come back from this. But I have to do it."

"You will come back." Ebony replied stubbornly. "You have to!”

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