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[abhlesh]

*casually appears to finally work on a verses page*

[abhlesh]

Shit I seriously need to update my verses page. I got so many au’s I need to put in there

[abhlesh]

Been wanting to plot some more threads so give this post a like for me to pop into your ims to plot!

[abhlesh]

How attractive are you from 1-100?

Reneta, your attractiveness is 42

“Hm not bad...”

Hinata, your attractiveness is 10,000. Did my eyes just get better, or are you just that good looking?

“S-Shut up! This thing’s fuckin’ busted!”

Noelle, your attractiveness is 18

“Hoh?~ Is that what you think? How about we talk about this a little more out back?~”

Bianca, your attractiveness is 86

“O-oh um, thank you?”

Biscuit, your attractiveness is 1 

“Really!? I mean I thought it was gonna be low but that’s crazy!”

Jill, your attractiveness is 45

“Hmmmm.... That’s fair.”

[abhlesh]

Been thinking about adding an old oc of mine that i used to roleplay on here

[moved-to-phxntomwulf]

@abhlesh​ continued from HERE

The man takes the bottle back, waiting for a bit before taking a few more gulps himself. He chuckled. Well, both of them seemed to share the same problem. He didn’t actively seek to resolve it, he just existed. Without purpose or reason, he just did. It’s not like he had any other choice here, really. And a sigh follows the other’s words as he finally decides to drink again. Only to stop when he heard what she said next.

“Well. I am not doing anything right now so…sure?” He said, shrugging, wiping some remnants of liquid from his mouth. Pleasant burning spreading across his chest yet again.

[abhlesh]

“I’m honestly getting sick of being killed over and over,” She starts, leaning back against her hands as she looks up at the city sky. “So I’ve been thinking about looking for a bodyguard to keep myself from getting killed constantly.” After spending years of trying to find a way to bring herself eternal rest, she’s come to the conclusion that she was truly immortal, however that didn’t stop the universe from trying to kill her every chance it gets.

“If you’re interested I would be willing to pay you in cash or free meals and a room.” She reaches over and takes the bottle to take another drink. Chugging down two big gulps before holding it back out to him. The warmth was finally beginning to settle in.

[abhlesh]

lxne-wxlf‌:

He watches the other female go. Something about the way she approached the situation reminded him of something. Of himself. The sonar showed a weird signature within her as well. He was about to stand and ask if she wanted him to get her to the hospital when it clicked. He didn’t know if she was exactly like him, or something different. But she wasn’t panicking, so he decided to play along and see where this leads. After all. know knows how it will go…

“You can come to my apartment if you want to. I am pretty used to the fact that dying all over the streets is not the most pleasant experience.” He finally says. She should know what he means if she is the same as him. He stands, approaching closer, looking at the darkening bloody spot. Yes. She seemed to be, mostly, annoyed, not scared. A peculiar reaction for someone to have. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but it seems like this might be a surprising meeting, after all.

She stopped her staggering stride as soon as he mentioned dying all over the streets. Using the nearby of the wall, she leaned on it for support while she thought over her options. Either die in the streets and possibly cause a panic, or follow this stranger who was letting on that he knew exactly what she was going through. 

“...... Fuck it, it’s not like anything else could go wrong tonight.” A lot. There were a lot of things that could go wrong. But the likely hood of it already happening before was extremely high. Slowly sliding to move her back to rest her back against the wall she waves him over with a bloody hand. “Give me a hand will you?”

[abhlesh]

I would love to do more threads with Bianca sometime

[abhlesh]

Every time ya’ll bring up all these sexy monster facts I lose one more piece of self control

[abhlesh]

❝ but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy. ❞ (Max to Reneta)

@oldfrozentales

“..... You’ve got a funny sense of beauty kid.” Reneta sighs but reaches out places a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Grace comes with experience. It’s something you learn as you grow up and have to learn to live in an adults world. It’s shitty as all hell. As for beauty.... Well I can’t help you there. Though you’re cute enough as is.”

[abhlesh]

He passes the bottle of whiskey to the woman sitting beside him. Looking directly ahead of him, the man chuckled bitterly "a toast to remaining alive for yet another year. Nit that we can help it."

@lxne-wxlf

She snatches the bottle from his hands and quickly takes several long gulps of the harsh drink before holding it back out to him. A long sigh leaves her lips as he talks. “Another year huh..... If I had my way I would have been dead long ago... But you’re right.... Ah that reminds me.” Feeling the whiskey settle a few of her nerves she turns to face the immortal man.  

“Are you currently looking for work?”

[abhlesh]

one day I’ll sit down and take the time to go in greater detail of Biscuit’s family history but here’s the gist of it.

Biscuit’s family is said to carry the bloodline of the great wolf Fenrir. Not much is known about his ancestor outside of inaccurate historical records of the old one, however his children would recount the story of his life to their children so that they new the truth.

The first story of their family was dedicated to their father, “So He Waits.” It was a story of how the great wolf met a woman in white and fell in love. But one day hunters came to kill the great wolf and ultimately killed his wife. From there the story of love becomes one of tragedy and revenge as the great wolf goes mad as the blood of his wife stains his fur crimson. This story serves to remind his kin of the blood that runs in their veins, and that his rage will never die so long as his kin exist.

The next story belonged to her great grandmother. It had been many generations since then and his kin have become nothing more than mindless beasts feared for their crimson fur and endless bloodlust. However this story was not about her alone. This story was about how a young knight with silver hair fell in love with her. The story goes on about how he endlessly pursued the beast, asking her hand in marriage. The story of their romance and adventures is actually quite large and has been broken up into multiple stories (a total of 4) and serves as a sort of origin story of how certain traditions in their family came to be. 

1. His Heart or His Head (Tells of how the knight pursued the beast and ultimately won her over into becoming his wife)

2. Trials of Man (Even if they were married the beast was unable to stand by his side as a wife should. And so she seeks to make herself into a man so that she can stand by his side. This story serves an origin myth of how they are able to transform and morph their bodies at will)

3. A promise bound in Fleece (This story serves as the origin as to why sheep are so ingrained in their culture and why caring for them is essential.)

4. Destined Tragedy (Just as the first story ends in tragedy so does this pair of strange lovers. Their love created hatred all around them and it ultimately ended with another beast attacking her husband, it was in that moment that blood of Fenrir awakened within her and she lost her mind and went on a rampage. And it would have never stopped if the knight had not sacrificed himself to stop his wife.)

Her family had made it a tradition to teach the strongest of their kin the stories of their ancestors since they were likely to be the one’s who stayed behind to care for the land and the flock. Usually the strongest was always a woman and since the woman in her family were capable to producing multiple children at once (up to 6 at a time) there was always a good chance for a child strong enough to carry the torch to be born. However in Biscuit’s case, her father ended up being the strongest of his litter and had no interest in seeing the world and so he was the one ultimately chosen to stay behind and care for the land and prepare for the future. Since he took a human for his wife they could only have one child at a time and Biscuit ended up being their only child. 

[givemeangstymemes]

💠 Is there a Headcanon about my muse you want to know more about? Ask away!

[sagamemes]

ballroom dialogue prompts.     below, you can find dialogue taken from ballroom scenes or scenes revolving around the topic from period dramas, for all your fancy dress and intimacy needs. as not all of these are specifically about dancing, i would recommend adding to the end a note that this is the sentence meme you’re sending it for!

❝  is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing?  ❞

❝  then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead.  ❞

❝  allow him his fancy.  ❞

❝  but no warfare tonight, i trust.  ❞

❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞

❝  would you take a drink with me?  ❞

❝  i may not be [name], but may i dance with you?  ❞

❝  may i have a waltz?  ❞

❝  have some more wine, my wine.  ❞

❝  take a dance in the garden, my garden.  ❞

❝  the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them.  ❞

❝  but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy.  ❞

❝  you look… as lovely as ever, [name].  ❞

❝  it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name].  ❞

❝  i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball.  ❞

❝  he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well.  ❞

❝  the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party.  ❞

❝  you and your idiot matchmaking.  ❞

❝  you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.  ❞

❝  do you not dance, mr. [name]?  ❞

❝  though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name].  ❞

❝  will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]?  ❞

❝  oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland?  ❞

❝  tonight is for celebrations.  ❞

❝  how do you like my hair?  i did it myself.  ❞

❝  oh, i had the most wonderful time!  it was out of a dream—  ❞

❝  where do you want to be taken?  ❞

❝  if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]?  ❞

❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

❝  you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections?  ❞

❝  put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me.  ❞

❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

❝  there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here.  ❞

❝  if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice.  ❞

❝  i would dance with you, if you will ask me.  ❞

❝  sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’.  ❞

❝  i see no evidence of sprezzatura.  ❞

❝  i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen.  ❞

❝  if you will be my partner, [name].  ❞

❝  it would not be improper for us to dance.  ❞

❝  [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing.  ❞

❝  i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home.  ❞

❝  i come with some admirable qualities.  ❞

❝  [name] looks quite entrancing, does she not?  ❞

[abhlesh]

Biscuit is firmly looking away and keeping her face out of sight. “Isdh moffnig!” She manages to mutter out before the sounds of loud crunching filled the air. Oh dear what did she get her hands on this time?

[abhlesh]

Biscuit is feral enough to see a recently dead bird on the side of the road and eat it without hesitation.

[abhlesh]

bruh just found a whole batch of icons i made for biscuit with a fc but i never saved them holy shit