our star meeting

words are unneeded because my throbbing heartbeats will convey my unchanging feelings no matter how many times i'm reborn i'll go to where you are

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;; Who needs more girls in his muse line-up? This guy.

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              As the tutor for the Saintignon household, Christian seldom has the time to get out on his own; acting chaperone also falls under his job category, as it so happens. But having received the evening off on account of a social function, he thought it a welcome idea to browse the wares of a local bookstore. 

              Perhaps they’ll have something he can read for pleasure instead of always searching for a new lesson for the twins. 

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apaturairis:

© Artist

                                     Love is like a butterfly:  

                                      It goes where it pleases                                                                               and it pleases wherever it goes.  

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exiliis:

  I’d rather wear flowers in my hair,                                                       than diamonds around my neck.

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                                          ✧ please like if ✧

you’re interested in allowing me to send you random memes, asks, anons, or ideas as well as tagging you in random starters at any given time! Like it says on my bio, I’m actually really shy, and I sometimes compulsively like things because I get too scared to come say hello. This makes it a little easier for me because I can check this to see who’s down with me approaching them at any time. :D Thank you~!

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[ ... -DONS THE MASK OF ANONYMITY- ] Passerby: "That Senna kid is always with his sister. It's so damn *annoying*; how's a guy supposed to score one with that chick if her brother follows her like a hound? What a pest."

              Even since his childhood days, Christian persistently proved to be a mild youth committed to a certain sense of decorum... however, that polite manner could be just as easily dismantled, a whirlwind of fury and terror like his audience had never seen.

              Slender fingers catch one of the scumbags by the upper arm, his grip tightening into a vice-like hold on the limb. Keep walking and it comes off, his icy gaze seems to say, and when the young man smiles it seems as though the ground he stands on may very well freeze over with pure, unadulterated contempt.

              ❝ Funny, that... You’re the only vermin I see anywhere near here, ❞ Christian offers with that withering expression. ❝ So why don’t you scurry on home to your hole, you low-life. ❞

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hcroiics:

epheu || starter!

       Crimson optics blinked at the other, mouth shut tightly all in while one side of her cheeks puffed slightly (giving her a somewhat pouty look). With her brows furrowed as if she was thinking of something.

     Well, she was attempting to, anyway.

     Oh, right, now she remembers!

      “Oi! Are you going to buy that or not?”

             Well… wasn’t this one quite the spirited sort. Whether or not Aidan finds this appealing he doesn’t say, but he’s certain to flash her a smile ripe with unsettling charm. Whatever oddity he might have been turning over in his hands finds its way back to its place upon the shelf, and soon the young man turns to face his accuser.

             ❝ I imagine most people wouldn’t, given your manner… Not good for business. ❞

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She leaps onto the back of the other, before slowly, yet surely, beginning to realize that this ISN'T who she had been expecting....What an awkward first meeting.

              How fortunate for Chi that she throws herself on to the back of one of the most obliging souls, and Clem can only respond with a lilting laugh as he feels those arms about his neck. This is, after all, how he sometimes greets poor Lane, much to the other’s apparent chagrin. He’s never had it done to himself, but he thinks everyone ought to say hello in such a fashion.

              Giggling. ❝ Who’s there~? ❞

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aherosarchive:

“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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❝ i will always find you like it’s written in the stars. ❞

} independent multimuse roleplay blog } very organized; multi-verse; supernatural muses welcome } crossover-friendly; canon and oc friendly; patient + friendly } mun has 13.5 years roleplaying experience; 3.5 years on tumblr

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;; A new muse has been added to the line-up!

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;; Hey, everyone! I made a few tiny additions to my rules pertaining to shipping and theft, if you’d care to go take a peek~.

Today I’ll be working on whipping together a quick perma starter call and promo while cutting icons, but I should be here most of the day!

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paraxosm:

              “I’m almost done…” Came the decidedly lethargic reply. In all honesty, the young man would have much rather preferred another two or three hours in bed; it was, after all, one of his rare days-off where he had been lucky enough to have a minimal amount of homework. He had finished it the night prior, having stayed up late to do so, and was now slowly– almost mechanically– finishing up his daily morning routine.  He certainly wouldn’t have minded it terribly if he fell asleep in the warm bath water– in fact, the idea felt oddly appealing even now, despite the fact he had finished bathing half an hour ago, and the fact that Lane was in the midst of waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing his beverage. Stifling a large yaaaawn into the palm of his hand, the young man rose from the table and shuffled back into the small space that was designated as the kitchen. Once the coffee maker’s telltale ‘click-clicking’ had alerted him to it’s finished-brewing status, he had quickly poured the contents of the coffee pot into a thermos, and turned to face his sulking companion. There– the bread had happened to finished toasting within that instant as well. “Alright. It’s done. Did you want some too?” 

              Clementine would never think of himself as an impatient existence. Rather, he simply moved too quickly for the rest of the human world and did not want to wait for it to catch up with him. ( Which, naturally, more or less amounted to that term impatience, but he would prefer to think of himself as full of energy instead! )

              An adorably petulant whine escapes past his lips as Clem veritably presses his face into the surface of the table, suddenly far too close to appreciate the grain of the wood or the gloss of the finish. So many gettings ready always stand between him and getting to go out and explore the city, especially given his strict instruction not to go wandering off by himself... something that was surprisingly easy to follow considering his attachment to Lane. 

              The chair pushes back with a screech of protest, and soon a clatter signals its occupant has bailed in one fluid motion. Bare feet pad softly against the apartment floor as the trainee angel goes toddling after his companion, and in no time at all, he’s standing next to his human with his hands resting upon the counter. Whatever it is that Lane drinks day in and day out smells far nicer than it tastes; this Clementine discovered one morning when he sneaked a lick of the vaguely brown, opaque liquid. ( Not that Lane ever found out, of course. He wouldn’t mind that his heavenly flatmate had stuck his entire tongue into the thermos to get a taste, right? Right. Of course. Clem knew it! ) It was far too bitter, and so the angel often snorted out his nose at the mere suggestion of coffee.

              ❝ Yes, please !! ❞ And then, with a hopeful little smile. ❝ Is there milk...? ❞

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              ❝ Laaaaane... ❞

              The fledgling peers up from where he’s slumped over at the table, cheek pressed against the cool surface, legs swinging childishly to and fro. Human bodies are such trouble! Always requiring feeding and maintenance... no wonder the Bureau sends Angels out to care for the Earth; he imagines he might understand why mankind grows tired so easily.

              ❝ How much longerrrr... ❞

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