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[matrixonvhsanddvd]

Hey man I’m just happy to be in this dark and scary woods with you

[just-prompt-things]

best trope and you can fight me over it (i abuse this so hard with my ocs)

[peach-flavored-cyanide]

alternatively

[gavamont]

Wizard elegant at the tea room

Making polite so that he gets a free room

He normally is rowdy and raucous and wild

But if he wants magic tea, he must become mild

His pinky is up and his elbows are down

But slyly casts a spell to make his nemesis drown

Shrink him down as he grabs his cup

He swims in the tea, til his time is up

[clownmass]

Who have I been praying to all this time?

[riverkidian]

"Hello~ what's the saying? ...not just a cake, but the whole damn bakery? I think that fits." He muses with a wide grin, ivory fangs on full display "...I should at least have introduced myself before flirting, huh?" AhahHa sorry, sorry. I was just eager to make the joke. I'm Waceera." ~ CursedNightmarishSilkenThreads

@cursednightmarishsilkenthreads

The 18 year olds head snaps to the side and he looks like a deer in the headlights. He had just walked out of dance class where we wore skin tight clothes, which he rarely did. Mainly for situations like this. His female cousins making comments on his body was one thing, they slung insults and compliments like they breathed. But from strangers? Pretty or not it made his skin crawl.

Additionally he’s shy, so someone he’s not comfortably familiar with talking to him let alone flirting with him made his shy nature worse. So instead of immediately answering the stranger his brain has to process whats said, and form a response which makes for an awkwardly quiet thirty seconds.

“Uh..yeah probably, and probably should have gone with something less objectifying to someone you aren’t familiar with.” He didn’t feel like sharing his name with this pretty yet strange person. He pulls on a coat and tugs it tighter to his form as he turns away from them and walks very quickly back inside to wait for his cousins to come pick him up.

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He's aware he messed up somewhere in this interaction, and that he should probably do something like apologise. But he can't help but laugh at himself. Of course he fucked it up. He thinks a moment, and makes his way inside. The stranger's aura isn't hard to find. And standing at a distance, he clears his throat and says

"Hey, uh, stranger. I wanted to apologise, didn't mean to be a gross jerk, I'm kinda terrible at this socialising thing. Everyone has different rules, so it's hard to keep up. Uh. I'll just fuck off now? Think that's the right thing to do here? Have a good night." He waves...and..m..nmjmmj

pauses when there's a loud crash. Well. Loud doesn't cover it, it's so jarrring his fang.hs ache. Pressing his hands over his ears, he looks around. There's a lot of glass, looks like a wall mirror broke. There's a LOT of glass.

Somehow, he feels it's his fault.

[riverkidian]

Levi turned to face the strange person again. He was about to open his mouth and get smart with them when their words caught him off guard. So they had followed him into the studio to apologize? Well, that was a step in the right direction at least. He listened to what they had to say and nodded slowly. He supposed he could give them that, everyone had differing levels of what they were and were not comfortable with in terms of familiarity with strangers. Levi’s was just very low and he preferred a semi formal approach. Or casual flirts not ones that relied on making comments about his body. At least not as a first impression. He knew he had a fat ass thanks to the muscles he gained from dance and running, but he didn’t want it pointed out by a stranger. Which is why he wore semi loose clothes. Though, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little flustered by the comment coming from an attractive person who was trying to flirt with him.

Right as he was about to respond one of the mirrors shattered, he yelped in surprise and leapt away like a spooked cat, towards the stranger, landing by their side.

“Fuck! That scared the soul outta me!” He clutched at his chest and then slowly looked at the other. “Uh….You ok?”

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He still hasn't quite come out of the standing fetal position when he lowers his hands and nods. His smile a.bit shaky. Sudden loud noises and him don't mix well. ...but he'll get over it. He has to, it's not like someone is gonna descend from the clouds to hug and coddle him.

"That was an impressive jump! You've got strong legs for a human." He compliments, taking several breaths and standing tall again. Okay. Okay. He tells himself he'll be fine.

"....I wonder what caused that. ...oh, and you were being metaphorical about the soul thing. Good! Those can be hard to reattach."

He says all of this as casually as someone talking about their favourite cereal or saying a cat was a cat. There are others who were closer, but they seem unharmed. Though a few seem trapped without shoes. Waceera signals for the stranger to wait, and nimbly makes his way across the sea of glass to the others. From a distance, it looks like he startles the three. Talks to them. They look disbelieving and a few moments later, he's got his arms extended, all three of them are perched up there and he's walking to the other side of the room where some bags are at a steady pace. He doesn't struggle with their weight, if anything, the speed seems to be courtesy. And his passengers seem delighted if the laughter is anything to go by. But when all is said and done, they're safely in shoes, and he *does* get a hug. Which is nice.

He looks for Levi once more once done, hoping he'd waited. Seeming to think nothing of his own kind but sporadic behaviour.

[riverkidian]

For a human? Reattaching souls? His eyes are wide and before he gets a chance to respond the other person is all but dancing their way across the glass strewn floor to where his classmates lay somewhat trapped by the shards and their own bare feet. He then watches as the other person picks his classmates up ALL AT ON E without issue. They didn’t seem big enough for such a task and yet? They did so with ease and even sped their way back.

“Holy shit dude….what kinda strong are you? I can only carry like two of my cousins at once and not on my arms like that. The littles yeah, but their well, little. That was cool as fuck.” His eyes were still wide and he almost forgot about the odd quips they had made earlier.

“Glad everyones ok. Though miss B is not gonna be happy about the mirror, at least we can all corroborate it just randomly shattered. Shit happens.” He shrugs, saunters over to another pane that he pushes on and it opens revealing a closet with cleaning supplies. He and the other students (with shoes on) get to work taking evidence photos and cleaning it up, sweeping, vacuuming and mopping the whole room just to make extra sure they got everything, then disposing of the glass.

Levi was already jumpy thanks to the stranger, and the glass breaking didnt help. But the cleaning seemed to ground him and he was calmer now.

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

Waceera just smiles and shrugs. What is he gonna say that wouldn't make the other fear or hate him like so many others. The whispers in his head urge him to be prideful. He's royalty. It's his right. His destiny.

He mentally flips them off. More or less.

Destiny his left nut.

Instead of listening or emoting , Waceera helps out where he can. He also inspects the wall, feeling along it. Wet? A wet, hot lump where the wall has swelled... like it's full of steam or water. A pipe? This place seemed well maintained... what would cause a pipe to rupture? ... more importantly, it might do more damage. And since the stranger is the only one he 'knows' here. He makes his way over to him.

"So it was a pipe, I think? Though I dunno what could have messed it up. It may still destroy the walls and spray like. Waste water or hot steam everywhere. ...Who else should I tell?"

[riverkidian]

"Hello~ what's the saying? ...not just a cake, but the whole damn bakery? I think that fits." He muses with a wide grin, ivory fangs on full display "...I should at least have introduced myself before flirting, huh?" AhahHa sorry, sorry. I was just eager to make the joke. I'm Waceera." ~ CursedNightmarishSilkenThreads

@cursednightmarishsilkenthreads

The 18 year olds head snaps to the side and he looks like a deer in the headlights. He had just walked out of dance class where we wore skin tight clothes, which he rarely did. Mainly for situations like this. His female cousins making comments on his body was one thing, they slung insults and compliments like they breathed. But from strangers? Pretty or not it made his skin crawl.

Additionally he’s shy, so someone he’s not comfortably familiar with talking to him let alone flirting with him made his shy nature worse. So instead of immediately answering the stranger his brain has to process whats said, and form a response which makes for an awkwardly quiet thirty seconds.

“Uh..yeah probably, and probably should have gone with something less objectifying to someone you aren’t familiar with.” He didn’t feel like sharing his name with this pretty yet strange person. He pulls on a coat and tugs it tighter to his form as he turns away from them and walks very quickly back inside to wait for his cousins to come pick him up.

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He's aware he messed up somewhere in this interaction, and that he should probably do something like apologise. But he can't help but laugh at himself. Of course he fucked it up. He thinks a moment, and makes his way inside. The stranger's aura isn't hard to find. And standing at a distance, he clears his throat and says

"Hey, uh, stranger. I wanted to apologise, didn't mean to be a gross jerk, I'm kinda terrible at this socialising thing. Everyone has different rules, so it's hard to keep up. Uh. I'll just fuck off now? Think that's the right thing to do here? Have a good night." He waves...and..m..nmjmmj

pauses when there's a loud crash. Well. Loud doesn't cover it, it's so jarrring his fang.hs ache. Pressing his hands over his ears, he looks around. There's a lot of glass, looks like a wall mirror broke. There's a LOT of glass.

Somehow, he feels it's his fault.

[riverkidian]

Levi turned to face the strange person again. He was about to open his mouth and get smart with them when their words caught him off guard. So they had followed him into the studio to apologize? Well, that was a step in the right direction at least. He listened to what they had to say and nodded slowly. He supposed he could give them that, everyone had differing levels of what they were and were not comfortable with in terms of familiarity with strangers. Levi’s was just very low and he preferred a semi formal approach. Or casual flirts not ones that relied on making comments about his body. At least not as a first impression. He knew he had a fat ass thanks to the muscles he gained from dance and running, but he didn’t want it pointed out by a stranger. Which is why he wore semi loose clothes. Though, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little flustered by the comment coming from an attractive person who was trying to flirt with him.

Right as he was about to respond one of the mirrors shattered, he yelped in surprise and leapt away like a spooked cat, towards the stranger, landing by their side.

“Fuck! That scared the soul outta me!” He clutched at his chest and then slowly looked at the other. “Uh….You ok?”

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He still hasn't quite come out of the standing fetal position when he lowers his hands and nods. His smile a.bit shaky. Sudden loud noises and him don't mix well. ...but he'll get over it. He has to, it's not like someone is gonna descend from the clouds to hug and coddle him.

"That was an impressive jump! You've got strong legs for a human." He compliments, taking several breaths and standing tall again. Okay. Okay. He tells himself he'll be fine.

"....I wonder what caused that. ...oh, and you were being metaphorical about the soul thing. Good! Those can be hard to reattach."

He says all of this as casually as someone talking about their favourite cereal or saying a cat was a cat. There are others who were closer, but they seem unharmed. Though a few seem trapped without shoes. Waceera signals for the stranger to wait, and nimbly makes his way across the sea of glass to the others. From a distance, it looks like he startles the three. Talks to them. They look disbelieving and a few moments later, he's got his arms extended, all three of them are perched up there and he's walking to the other side of the room where some bags are at a steady pace. He doesn't struggle with their weight, if anything, the speed seems to be courtesy. And his passengers seem delighted if the laughter is anything to go by. But when all is said and done, they're safely in shoes, and he *does* get a hug. Which is nice.

He looks for Levi once more once done, hoping he'd waited. Seeming to think nothing of his own kind but sporadic behaviour.

[riverkidian]

"Hello~ what's the saying? ...not just a cake, but the whole damn bakery? I think that fits." He muses with a wide grin, ivory fangs on full display "...I should at least have introduced myself before flirting, huh?" AhahHa sorry, sorry. I was just eager to make the joke. I'm Waceera." ~ CursedNightmarishSilkenThreads

@cursednightmarishsilkenthreads

The 18 year olds head snaps to the side and he looks like a deer in the headlights. He had just walked out of dance class where we wore skin tight clothes, which he rarely did. Mainly for situations like this. His female cousins making comments on his body was one thing, they slung insults and compliments like they breathed. But from strangers? Pretty or not it made his skin crawl.

Additionally he’s shy, so someone he’s not comfortably familiar with talking to him let alone flirting with him made his shy nature worse. So instead of immediately answering the stranger his brain has to process whats said, and form a response which makes for an awkwardly quiet thirty seconds.

“Uh..yeah probably, and probably should have gone with something less objectifying to someone you aren’t familiar with.” He didn’t feel like sharing his name with this pretty yet strange person. He pulls on a coat and tugs it tighter to his form as he turns away from them and walks very quickly back inside to wait for his cousins to come pick him up.

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He's aware he messed up somewhere in this interaction, and that he should probably do something like apologise. But he can't help but laugh at himself. Of course he fucked it up. He thinks a moment, and makes his way inside. The stranger's aura isn't hard to find. And standing at a distance, he clears his throat and says

"Hey, uh, stranger. I wanted to apologise, didn't mean to be a gross jerk, I'm kinda terrible at this socialising thing. Everyone has different rules, so it's hard to keep up. Uh. I'll just fuck off now? Think that's the right thing to do here? Have a good night." He waves...and..m..nmjmmj

pauses when there's a loud crash. Well. Loud doesn't cover it, it's so jarrring his fang.hs ache. Pressing his hands over his ears, he looks around. There's a lot of glass, looks like a wall mirror broke. There's a LOT of glass.

Somehow, he feels it's his fault.

[puppygirllaika]

[teaboot]

service industry conditions

[killxbunnyyy]

Sir, that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic delusion

[thatsbelievable]

[toasthaste]

no one slaughter me right now ok I'm so flooded with stress hormones the meat would taste terrible

[ackaff]

I sent you omens and all kinds of signs please respond

[a-crimson-fucker]

"What up tall, hot, and scary?" ~ CursedNightmarishSilkenThreads

"Lots of things are up, the eggs in America, the clouds, and I'm just gonna stop the joke here."

@cursednightmarishsilkenthreads

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

"No, keep going. I'm learning valuable things." they say with a grin, pearly white fangs on display. Just a bit stained green with the candy powder they're eating.

"So what should I call you? Cause those descriptors fit, but it'd be an awkward mouthful to just use them as a name. Imagine. 'And here's this dude, super interesting. ..what's his name? Well.'"

They cackle a bit at their own rambling.

Just a bit.

"Call me Waceera."

[green-x-reaper]

Does not go out on dates with people she barely met. That's how people's organs get stolen.

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

"That's when you steal YOUR organs back, take THEIRS steal their pets and maybe burn their house down."

[green-x-reaper]

"You. I like. Keep on talking."

[cursednightmarishsilkenthreads]

He's always glad to keep talking!

"See after you put yours back where they should be, in the body or in jars. I dunno. You can sell theirs...or use them in spells. Organs make great offerings. Oh! And you make their pets adore you. Take little chomper to shit on their grave someday."

[kidhellion]

pinup commission of the famous maz for @wizardelf

[quiet-oracle]

[pidoop]