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{ SEMI-HIATUS} A witch, a demon and a baker. All connected by the shop Esoteric Universe. The witch owns it, the demon works there and the baker always pays a visit. If you have found this place, there's something you must be seeking. Come in and you'll find the help you need. { Multi-character and multi-verse account//Independent RP // +18 // Mun is not a native speaker // Wu is based on Yuko from xxxHolic} used to be alwaysapricetopay, now is carusxpretium

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Raspberri Cupcakes: Mint Chocolate Chip Cake

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Disgust my character in 10 words or less

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Send me an answer and my character will give you the question for it.

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[ /crashes through your bedroom door at 3 am. STOP MAKING ME WANT THE THING. ]

I'M SO SORRY

IT'S JUST

THAT'S THE SORT OF THING I END UP THINKING WHILE DRIVING UP TO UNI K???

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[ /threatens lu with a noddle ]

Threaten the Mun

"...--You're weird."

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SUDDENLY REMEMBERED SOMETHING I WANT

LIKE

A THREAD IN WHICH THE MUSES DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER'S LANGUAGE BUT THEY STILL HAVE TO ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE SOMEHOW

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Threaten the mun and the muse will respond.

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[ cuz they both have inky quills why does no one ever know the answer to this ]

dude i'm a dumb with riddles in my own language

im just that much worse with english

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How is a raven like a writing desk?

mad hatter y u in my ask box?

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                   I              t r u s t e d                   you 

                                     And you                                       t h r e w                                        it back 

                                                                In                                                                  my                                                               f a c e

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     ”Trying to find whatever it is that’s hunting us, before it tries to kill us.” He replied, keeping his eyes closed to help him concentrate. His senses extended all around him, searching for the hunter so that they might turn the tables and make it the hunted. At long last he sensed a veil just behind his companion. The creature, or whatever it was, was standing right behind her.

     Nathan’s eyes snapped open and he turned around to face the young woman, his eyes fixed on a point just over the woman’s right shoulder. By sheer force of will he pierced the concealment charm that hid their enemy and all of a sudden blood-red eyes appeared in the shadows, full of rage and hunger.

     ”——-Stay completely calm.” He said slowly. Nate kept his left hand by his side and slowly closed it into a fist. As he stood there the seraph began steadily pouring power into his hand in preparation for the impending violence. “When I say move, you get out of the way and try to get behind me. Do you understand?”

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     Why couldn't she figure this out? There was something blocking her senses and while she desperately tried to scan their surroundings she felt the barrier. A concealment charm so strong even she couldn't pierce through and the spell was located...

               "It's behind me, isn't it?", her voice was nothing but a whisper as her whole body tensed. If combat proved itself needed she had no qualms with getting her hands dirty. Yet, she had always been better with long distance attacks.

     And whatever it was that loomed behind her, it was                                                                                                 c l o s e. 

                 "Saying that usually only causes the other party to feel all more nervous." She could keep her cool, however. The dread still filled her heart, but her eyes took on renewed determination. A barrier of protection slowly projected itself around of her body. And even with that she nodded at what he stated. "I unders--", the word was never completed however as thick, pointy claws attempted to penetrate the invisible wall of protection she had made. And they almost did rip through it, they almost got to her flesh.

       If there was any time to run behind the other, it was now.

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Demon on the run || Meilseoir & Azrael

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     Azrael couldn’t help but smile as he gently laid another kiss upon her lips, another on her cheek, which prompted a light laugh that could have almost been a sigh. Every bone in her body felt like putty, heavy and tired but extremely good. It occurred to the angel that she wouldn’t mind staying like that. Forever really. Just laying under Meilseoir for whatever reason, having him look at her like he was now.

     These were such foreign thoughts to Az. She was so used to moving around all the time, flitting from one place to another. Sometimes, being in one sitting position for too long made her feel like she was going to go mad. And even when the host wasn’t sending her on random assignments or errands or tasks, Azrael had this insatiable need to not be stationary. Part of it was because she liked seeing the way the world changed. Another part of it was because she thought too much about her past when she was in one place for two long.

     But that wasn’t the case here.

     Azrael didn’t feel like moving. She could remain in Meilseoir’s arms for the rest of time and be completely happy with it. What odd things for the angel to think.

     He was moving then, slipping out of her — which was an odd feeling in and of itself — as he moved to lay behind her. Az’s eyes fell closed, and she curled up against him, feeling Meilseoir’s breath at the back of her neck. Everything was so quiet, and still, and yet Azrael couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but want to do this sort of thing all the time. Just lay there with him.

     Talk about sleeping with the enemy.

     That was a thought that was starting to come back to her now. It wasn’t enough to make her suddenly regret her decision, but it did make the angel wonder what the future held for them. She sighed a bit, relaxing her shoulders and pushing the thoughts away.

     ”This feels…” she paused, laughing lightly about breaking the silence, “Perfect.”

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      His whole body felt relaxed and he knew it wasn't only for what had just passed. Her presence -- as alarming as it had been before -- now had him completely calm. The demon was happy, genuinely happy and that was rare. He could be satisfied with his existence, experience moments of excitement. But the calm joy that now settled within him was not something he was used to.

      Although, he was sure he could become accustomed to it with great ease.

      That would be considering this could last. Whatever this was. And such thoughts while terribly tempting weren't something he wished to dwell on. After all -- as the logic that slowly stepped back into his brain, swirl of emotion calming down slightly -- there were many reasons why the opposite was entirely more likely.

      Still, he smiled, a hand trailing across her bare side as he closed his eyes. He wanted to enjoy this, damnit. He deserved as much, he thought. It felt great, it felt... 

                This feels perfect. 

      Such a strong word to use. Yet it didn't scare him. It fit. The word was meant for this moment. "Yes it does", he breathed out, gush of air ruffling through her hair. It's an almost unconscious action, then. He takes a strand of her hair between his fingers. He's still entranced by whatever sort of magic this is.

      But then realism begins to color his mind.

      He slept with an angel. He was cuddling with an angel. An angel that had been sent to kill him. And while he didn't let go of her -- he physically couldn't get his hands away anyway -- the demon stopped playing with her hair.

      "What now?"

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Send me one of the following. [ Part one ]

A "And there you go again. . " "Another one?" "And you must be the new girl/boy here."  "Ain’t new here, are you?" "Are you alright?" "Ain’t bit ?" "Are you fucking kiddin’ me?" "Arms in the air!" B "Be right there." "Beautiful . ." "Btich." "Back stabbing son of a btich!" "Bring me ___." "Bow down to me your fool." "Believe you? yeah right." "But . . " "But i love you . . " "Believe me!" "Bend over." "Back there!" "Bucko." "Boo hoo." "Bullshit!" "Because of you i’m ___"  C "Can’t do it. ."  "Can’t you see i tried?"  "Can’t believe you would do that . . " "Cheapskate."   "Could you tell me where i am?" "Can’t save me, so don’t try." "Can’t or won’t?" D "Don’t do that!" "Don’t go . . " "Don’t play games with me." "Digits?" "Don’t do anything stupid while am gone."  "Do you want me to punch you?" "Do you want to live or die?!" "Don’t you say that, not you." E "Enough of your bullshit." "Eeep!" "Energetic are we?"  F "Fuck you." "Fight me!" "follow me." "Forget you then." "Fight or we die." "Forgive you? Ha… never." 

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Thicker Than Water || AU: Azactor

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     ”And you remember that there are at least eight hunters who wouldn’t hesitate to decapitate those involved in my death,” Azrael raised an eyebrow. Regardless of her being a vampire now, she knew her family would be more angry about her death than the fact that she’d been turned. Yeah, Az knew they wouldn’t really see her as a Baines anymore, but family meant a lot to hunters. They’d just have more of a reason to kill the other vampires.

     Finally, they walked into the dining room. Az felt all eyes on her, which was horribly uncomfortable. But she refused to look scared. The newborn kept her back straight, standing next to Meilseoir instead of right behind him like she’d been doing earlier. Azrael didn’t like the idea of being one of the undead, but she’d be damned if she was going to be timid about it.

     Lana’s words were an obvious dig towards her, but Azrael simply stared back, blue eyes narrowed until the blonde was done talking. She relaxed a bit then, noticing someone gesturing for her attention from her peripheral vision. When Az looked towards the motion, her eyes went wide. “Evan?!”

     Evan had seen Azrael walk into the room, but he’d been too scared and confused to do or say anything until then. But he had her attention now, and took the chance to get up and jog over to her. Az didn’t think that was a good idea, but too late now. “Oh my god, they got you too…”

     ”Yeah…they got me,” her voice was low, sympathetic towards him. Aside from her, the others never knew vampires existed.

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      "There's no point arguing about this. It'd fuck things up for both sides. The end." Lana was most likely ecstatic to have a turned Baines into the household. Not for the value of Azrael herself, but for the effect it'd have on the old man Baines. Meilseoir wasn't too happy with the situation however. Even if Lana and Azrael didn't kill each other, the possibility of a big conflict was high. And while he wouldn't escape it, he'd rather not have to deal with a bunch of revenge thirsty hunters.

      Instructions weren't yet quite done and Lana's lips were pressed into a tight line as she watched Azrael and the other newborn interact. "How touching. A reunion. Do not interrupt me again." Alistar, who was apparently the guy's maker was soon pulling at Evan's arm with hushed word of reprehension. He exchanged looks with Meilseoir who only shrugged. He was expected to do or say something, too.

        Meilseoir inched closer to Azrael, then. "Now is not the time. You speak with your little boyfriend later." 

       "Very well, introductions are in order. Newborns, go on." Lana demanded, eyes going to Azrael first. "Tell us your name, child."

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It was a beautiful day for a wedding. The sky was clear and only a gentle breeze whispered amongst the fancy dressed guests at the country house owned by his family. Chatter and laughter was all that was heard -- apart from the cheesy music the DJ had on.

Yes, it was a perfect day for a wedding.

And yet the event -- more like the whole world -- felt grey to Felix. It was not something visible, however. The fake smile on his lips was a great cover up.

Throughout the years he thought he'd be the one waiting for Sarah at the altar. That he'd be the one she'd exchange rings with. Instead, she asked him to make her wedding cake and provide sweet delicacies for the party.

They all tasted bitter in his mouth.

Tired of pretending, the man discreetly made his way to the woods in the property, wishing nothing more than to be completely alone. His legs dragged him forward without definite direction. Not a problem. He knew this territory like the back of his hands. Yet, he was still surprised to see he had reached the lake.

With a sigh, he sat down at its edge, contemplating the muddy water.

"---Why not me?", he spoke to himself, feeling rather silly he had done so. It was obvious why. He simply wasn't good enough.

He was startled by noise to his left, eyes alert turning their focus to the direction.

"Who's there?", he questioned, eyebrows furrowed. His creative mind had already came up with a theory. Perhaps it was some runaway serial killer. Maybe this would be where he'd meet his end, at his best friend's birthday in the middle of the woods filled with childhood memories.

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     The mask had fallen and the sorrow gripped at her heart so tightly it showed on her face. Oh, little witch had received terrible news. She was, after all, the only one stuck in her past relationship, it seemed. It could all be foolish gossip. Yet, it was enough to have her close to tears.

    She nervously played with the ring around her finger, part of her only wishing to rip it off and throw it on the ground. However, under the preoccupied gaze of someone, she attempted to keep herself collected.

         ”I already told you, I am fine.”

     Why try to lie? She had always been a terrible liar.