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... and I was in the darkness, so darkness I became (loved by topaz)

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Pull away the world from me, I don’t mind. As long as they don’t separate you from me, I’ll be fine.

                                                            Indie Okabe Rintaro & Makise Kurisu of                                                                                                                                       Steins;Gate. By Irons and Topaz. 

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Our friendship never ends

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" You know that I love you right?" she states bluntly, her hands, so soft, linked to his, her personality so reckless, now tamed as she looks into his eyes. She's so tired. So tired of being silent. She wants to let him now just how much she cares. so she has thrown all subtlety aside as her crimson hues sparkle with admiration. " You see yourself as nothing.. but I see you as everything!" she continues, piping up just a little, still keeping soft as to not startle. " you're.. so very perfect. "

 ❀  “Ah… Chara….” 

❀ Why is this so shocking to him? He knew Chara loved him. Of course she did. They were so close. And yet… there was the smallest whisper inside of his head that told her she didn’t. That she probably loathed him for his weakness. For how pathetic he was. For being so needy. Even if he didn’t always believe that voice… It got hard to ignore sometimes. 

❀ Still, he is far from perfect. He’s actually a little annoying. Everyone knows that. Well, at his BEST he was a little annoying. At his worst… he didn’t even want to think about it. 

❀ Instead of responding verbally, he does so in the most typical Dreemurr way and hugs Chara really tightly. “I love you too Chara….!” It felt so nice to hear her finally say it…

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so if i theoretically revived this blog, would anyone want to write and/or continue old threads?

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rather than a mean prank, chara simply gives him a soft ruffle of his fur and a hug v_v

@fluersamour

❀ Well, he had been expecting a prank this entire time. So when she ruffled his fur, he he gasped a little. But her hug was... impossible to be suspicious of. He basically melts into it and hugs her back tightly. A smile resting on his features. 

❀ “Ah! Chara!” He doesn’t really have much else to say aside form that.

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I heard @fluersamour wrote an eight verse song about #*: ･ﾟ∙ * ⁕ sans ⦀ smiley trashbag ?????

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@fluersamour @bonepranks

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Pour one out for #fluersamour.

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Could you do me a favor and like/reblog if you are interested in writing with a CANON DIVERGENT and CROSSOVER FRIENDLY V from Devil May Cry 5. I am willing to plot with other fandoms, I am just really FULL of muse for this guy right now! Hit those buttons and I’ll check out your blog. Thanks. 

PERSONALS DON’T INTERACT

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My muse for del.ta.rune and un.de.rtale is low rn. sorry everyone. i promise i’ll be around soon. 

[lukas-musings]

    I bet you 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 your 𝙠𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨  Right before they touch my 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓀 

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[starlitmemes]

The Masks We Wear

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

Send in ‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

Send in ‘Another’s Mask’ to meet a muse from another blog I currently have.

Send in ‘Try This Mask’ and a character you think I’d be good at roleplaying.

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𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋   𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

bold    all   that    apply   to   your   muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

tagged  by :    @fluersamour tagging :  @envyfallen / @bonepranks / @gcrdenofpixels / @jukeking

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.  tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.   layered clothing.  seeing another’s breath.  loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks.  a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.   full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.  deep conversations. watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.  hot coco.  smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm.  melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub . snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest blankets.  liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing through your hair. lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping . the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises.trying something  new. hugs when you need them the most.  a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.  a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time  . going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.  becoming yourself.  rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream.  the warmth of the sun rays on your skin.  fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. night spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in the seashells. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dawn. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed.deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of homework.charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

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