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Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+
[Fluffy Friday Meme] ☃
☃ Give yours a pet
“Eh?” Ignatio tilted his head to the right, holding a kitten in his hands. “What’s this about, Baek Jeong?”
“I found it outside.” The Tal grumbled as he grossed his arms and looked away. “Just do something with it.”
If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo never let them go
Matthew Gray Gubler (via jos-jedna-prica)
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych (via larmoyante)
Caught | Eunyul [AU]
An easy job…. Oh. She felt dumb now. Of course he would be home early if it was an easy one to do. She would have done the same when it was like that. Get it done and then head home if the client didn’t request to have a meeting right after.
“N..no…! Uh…. Um….” Her eyes wandered away from his face when spun to face him. There was no way to tell him to go out more. No. He was here already.
Gotta have him away from the kitchen…. “I’ll go clean up the kitchen…!” Artimys awkwardly attempted to face away from him as she grabbed a couple of utensils.
Snowy-locks fell across Eun Yul’s face, casting a shadow over his eyes. “What?” He asked flatly. Why is she so jumpy? Yuki refused to look him in the eye-- he could feel her squirming under his grip. “Hmph.”
When she tried to pull away, he held fast. “Yuki,” he said in a low tone, “you aren’t allowed to leave until you’ve explained yourself.” He leaned closer to her ear, “got it?”
SARCASM: a sentence pack
"That went well."
"I hope you're happy now."
"Brilliant."
"Do you ever use your brain, or do you just think those five pounds are a built in workout for your neck muscles?"
"Remind me why I should care."
"Oh, gosh, you've insulted me! What ever shall I do? I'll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!"
"This is your bright idea?"
"Wow, you are just so incredibly funny."
"You keep on telling yourself that, sweetheart."
"Whose idea of a fun time is this?"
"Careful, keep having that much fun and it might actually start being good for your health."
"Yes, because your well-being is definitely my number one concern."
"I'll lose sleep over that. Definitely."
"Oh, no. Whatever shall we do? It's dark and we live in the 21st century!"
"Yeah, sure thing."
Anticipation arose while the doctor waited for a response, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat. At long last, the tal answered and immediately a long winded exhale was released into the brisk night air. “That’s so good to hear,” she smiled with relief. “I was worried that maybe you got hurt,” she explained with a smile while she released his sleeves and brought palms to meet with her chest.
Sora didn’t know much about his capabilities, but it appeared he was a good enough fighter to have fought off the thug who tried to rob him. “I’m really glad you’re alright.” She had chosen her profession for a reason. To know he was fine was always a good thing to hear.
But with the blood that stained his shirt, it was likely a stranger would view him as some sort of murderer. Ahh, but she didn’t have much to work with on her.. “Isn’t there anything else you could wear?” Sora asked with a heavy sigh.
Eun Yul blinked at her. She was relieved. Honestly relieved that he was unharmed. What a strange woman... He thought as he watched her catch a breath. She even got out of breath worrying.
“Yeah... I can handle myself okay...” He muttered half to himself and half to her. Why is she making such a deal? Like I’d not be alright. “You shouldn’t worry about me,” he stated as he slid his fingers into his pant pockets.
Suddenly she stopped talking, and the Tal realized that the silence was uncomfortable. He had no idea what the purse of her lips or the wrinkle forming between her brows meant. She believed what he told her, right? She seemed far too kind-spirited and trusting to call his bluff, right? However, just as he began to formulate more details to his story, the woman spoke up.
Wear? The warmth from her downcast sigh drifted across his exposed thumb. She was worrying about his clothes now? Was there no end to this human’s worrying? Eun Yul inhaled lightly before answering, “I have more clothes back at the house.” He took another look at her troubled expression. It’s not that hard to get ... then it hit him.
“I could wait outside.” She was not concerned about the blood-stains coming out of clothes, she was afraid of what people would think if they noticed. “It’s not enough for anyone walking by to see.”
[Eyes Meme] "Hm... a clear ocean?"
“…Okay.”
Forgotten?
Her head tilted a little to the left as she saw him with a small box. Eh…? “A surprise then?” She walked closer toward him and then picked up the box with both of her hands carefully. “What’s this about?” Artimys looked at the box then at Eunyul.
“Just open it.” He snapped. “You thought I forgot?” The Tal crossed his arms, and just in case she thought he was going soft; he glared at her to prove he was as mean as ever.
When she opened the box, she was greeted by the shimmering sight of a small, silver necklace.
“You really don’t talk much, do you?” /small pause “I guess I should thank you for thinking I’m pretty.” /hands over plate of food “Here.”
*tilts head* “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” *grabs food excitedly* “Oh, yeah, sure. You’re welcome.”
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I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT
I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them.
ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ
im available if any of you wanna fight
Caught | Eunyul [AU]
“You just surprised me…!” She nearly squeaked as he gave a kiss to her neck. How can she explain this mess to him? It was supposed to be a surprise. Why did he come home earlier than usual? Maybe she should ask that. More for avoiding on telling him why she was making some attempt at cooking… or making something in the kitchen in that matter. “Er… why did you get back early…?” This… will be a big utter fail to dodge a topic with him.
Upon hearing her quick “explanation” the Tal made a sound somewhere between a snicker and a grunt. Surprised? Obviously. The question was more why was she so jumpy. But he decided to let that unanswered question slip past him.
“Er… why did you get back early…?”
“It was a particularly easy job. Why?” Eun Yul set his hands on her shoulders, then spun her to face him. “You want me to leave?” His brow furrowed and his eyelids lowered in a slight squint. I doubt that’s what she’s trying to say, but it kinda sounds like I’m intruding here.
Forgotten?
Why wouldn’t he tell her…? A surprise? For her? “Because I want to know…?” Artimys yawned once again finally awake as she trailed after him to the living room. “Is it a surprise?”
“Get in here and you’ll see,” came his muffled reply from the next room.
Once she made her way into the living room, she would find Eunyul standing by the coffee table holding a small box in the palm of his hand and staring at her as if to say “you want it or not?”.
“….. That was fast.” /starts making more “So… Aside from food, what else do you like? I guess I already know you don’t like trans people, I suppose..” /passes finished plate over
*nods* “Uh... Normal stuff...? No, you’re just prettier than most guys.” *watches her closely as she makes more*