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[grislyintentions]

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[grislyintentions]

"This little is nothing when you are deserving of all the flowers the realm can carry." Talus wastes little time pressing his cheek against the curve of Takuya's shoulder, nosing along the ridge to the crook of his neck and nuzzling there too.

"I liked the brilliance of your wit: how easily you outsmarted your foe without having to exert an ounce of your strength. Makes it...satisfying."

@mangher

[pvtdown]

“Fair  enough…”

Those  watery  eyes  tugged  at  his  heartstrings,  enough  to  make  his  nose  scrunch.  He  wasn’t  a  fan  of  needles,  but—did  teeth  count?  Probably  not.  Only  one  way  to  find  out.  It  wasn’t  like  Hyun-ae  would  hurt  him.

“Well…  you’re  hungry,  right?  I’m  fine  with  it,  as  long  as  you  warn  me  first.  Eating’s  important  if  you  wanna  stay  strong.”

[grislyintentions]

“Really? You promise? You don’t have to, if you aren’t comfortable with it!” So he said. Although he’s practically salivating at the prospect of sating his hunger. Icarian’s such a good friend! To be willing to bear with discomfort just to help him…He’s so touched! Hyun-Ae wipes the remnants of tears from his eyes. 

“Then...can you stretch out your arm for me?”

@pvtdown

[mangher]

"You're staring, darling. Is something on your mind?"

[grislyintentions]

"Just appreciating the view, mi carissime. You were lethal out there today."

@mangher

[dufontaine]

@grislyintentions asked:

"Is all of this necessary?" [from clorinde!]

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❝Oh,  I  assure  you,  Clorinde  that  all  of  this—❞  She  motioned  out  at  the  elaborate  set  piece  with  her  arms  open  wide.  ❝—is  very  very  necessary.❞

Furina  had  that  wide  smile  that  often  only  took  her  face  when  she  was  proud  of  herself  and  she  really  was.  She  spent  hours  setting  up  every  part  of  the  set  despite  the  fact  that  it  wasn’t  exactly  her  job.

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[grislyintentions]

"....Alright, if you say so." She doesn't understand why Furina would insist on going all out just for a rehearsal alone but she would be blind if she hadn't noticed the exuberant smile on the other's face.

It's been a long time since she saw her actually happy and the champion duelist can't help but think it'd be a shame to ruin that, however intentionally.

"Walk me through what I'm supposed to do again?"

@dufontaine

[grislyintentions]

He is, in fact, quite the lucky lad. So beautiful, his takuya.

[artisaen]

it is routine for them to read and remember the scripts that they are given. today should be no different. his footsteps falter when kafka speaks of his script. he turns only halfway.     ❛❛  there is nothing to memorise @grislyintentions.  ❜❜    his gaze lowers to the page in his hand.     ❛❛  ... it is a blank page.  ❜❜

[grislyintentions]

"A blank page, huh?" The stellaron hunter sighs in dramatic fashion, never once losing the amusement in her voice even when she does. "Looks like you and I have once again been relegated to bench-warmer duties, Bladie. What a shame. If only there was something fun to do while the others take the stage."

@artisaen

[frostwoven]

❝  forgive  me  ,  we've  been  lacking  a  little  fun  around  here  ❞. 

Heart  colder  than  ice  ,  in  most  settings  Rosalyne  was  hard  to  rile  ,  even  by  her  majesty  herself.  La  Signora  was  a  role  she  played  ,  and  matched  her  lack  of  empathy  well.  A  little  trick  between  harbingers  was  never  fatal  ,  Rosalyne  wished  she'd  known  the  truth  of  what  she'd  been  signing  up  for  when  she'd  been  recruited  all  those  years  ago. 

Still  ,  Her  Majesty's  wishes  weren't  all  bad  ,  Rosalyne  ,  in  a  rare  emotional  moment  had  almost  felt  comforted  by  her  presence.  Entertainment  for  the  troops  had  been  a  mere  menial  task  ,  unsure  why  she'd  been  the  one  to  have  it  handed  to  her  and  not  one  of  their  subordinates. 

 ❝  though  it  is  the  midst  of  summer  ,  since  we  here  in  snezhnaya  live  the  eternal  winter  ,  I  have  arranged  some  Natlanese  dancers  to  perform  ,  as  well  as  a  banquet  featuring  dishes  from  all  seven  nations  ❞.  Acting  under  a  false  alias  of  course  ,  unfortunately  La  Signora  wasn't  always  the  trump  card  she'd  hoped  it'd  be. 

[grislyintentions]

“Were Marionette’s tea parties not as lively as you’d hoped?” Banter aside, the Tsaritsa is fully aware that she alone had withdrawn from not just socialising with her people but also her own harbingers as well for far too long. She hadn’t had any heart for ‘fun’ since…

A soft sigh escapes. 

“I have been a little…negligent with company these days, I suppose. Thank you. For making these arrangements.”

Veil raised, the cryo archon cast the full weight of her gaze upon the harbinger, studying her quietly for a moment.

“As a reward for your efforts, you may request a favour from me. It does not have to be made at once, you may take time determining what it will be.”

@frostwoven

[grislyintentions]

[grislyintentions]

[Just a regular degular schmegular human man looking at the skies, wondering why his drafts won't answer themselves.]

To do: -Drafts (26) - Owed starter (1) - Inbox (20)

[vanagander]

@grislyintentions -- ;

"Well, well--isn't this a familiar sight? A femme fatale leaning against the worn-out detective's desk, a proposition to be had. Shame there isn't a window in the back with the blinds partially drawn; I bet a nice downpour and some noir jazz would really set the mood."

Setting down the brown paper bags from his recent grocery store haul on his desk with a relieved sigh, Ashveil hissed softly as pain shot through his leg, hobbling over to his rickety office chair that squealed slightly in protest. Skybow, he'd really need something better, wouldn't he? An overstuffed leather chair and orthotic shoes would be a good start, but out of budget at the present time.

"Anyway, what can I do ya for? The wanted posters really don't do ya justice, do they?"

[grislyintentions]

"I know. The story practically writes itself, doesn’t it?”

The stellaron hunter doesn’t seem inclined to move from her perch even after the detective had taken a seat. Pleasantries aside, there were legitimate reasons for Kafka being here. But it appears, much like herself, the detective isn’t one to turn down the opportunity to tease. 

“Not gonna offer a girl a drink first?”

When questioned about the reason for her presence, she appears to contemplate it for a moment. 

“Mm. Let’s just say I’m here because I’m curious. That arm of yours is…special, so I’ve heard.” 

@vanagander

[grislyintentions]

chongyun is sticking a talisman on the blog's forehead now.

"world be cleansed."

[ !!! Order has been restored, thank you almight exorcist Chongyun!!]

[grislyintentions]

[ Folks, I fear that the AI thirst-trap blogs have found me. On a side note: I'm not sure if it's just me being me but are there bots picking up on the RP blog format and masquerading as such? No rules, no rp posts, no bio, just a heading or brief descript about rp but no actual writing. Shit ton of picture reposts.]

[reversescale]

"if you need a place to stay, you're more than welcome." [to DH from da-ji wink wonk]

The High Elder sank slowly to the ground at the threshold of Da-ji's foyer, feeling but not seeing the Disciple's eyes upon him, fey and enigmatic. If he was honest, Dan Heng didn't care. If Da-ji looked down upon him for his disheveled state, let him. Echoes of the Preceptors' shouts and verbal abuse ricocheted throughout his mind, squatting on his haunches and gripping his skull as if the bile from those memories would spill out. Dan Heng rarely let himself crumble before someone else, but who else was there? He was under so much surveillance that vulnerability wasn't an option; anything less than what Dan Feng used to be. Stoic, cool and collected as a pane of glass, yet the illusion shattered when he realized how there was no one he could trust.

He was hated, bearing the karma of Dan Feng, irrespective of his predecessor.

Dan Heng snapped from his depressive reverie when Da-ji touched his shoulder, jarring himself as he stared at the Foxian's deceptively gentle visage, easing the younger immortal to his feet.

"...Thank you," the Vidyadhara croaked, unable to say anything else.

[grislyintentions]

“There’s no need for thanks, I’d be happy to host you anytime.”

He’d gone to him, freely and of his own volition in his time of grief. Da-ji allowed himself a brief second to feel the satisfaction that comes with that knowledge. Promising. Very promising indeed.

“This way.”

The priest gingerly takes hold of the High Elder’s hand and guides him further inwards.

Although the Preceptors were certainly ‘generous’ enough to offer up an abode for his temporary stay on Xianzhou territory, speaking candidly in such an environment is…less than ideal. No, it’s time Da-ji offered him something he sorely craved: Breathing space. Privacy.

One of the very first things the Abundance Emanator had done upon arrival was to plant a fruitful persimmon tree. Now, he plucks one of the ripened fruits off its branch and takes his time, peeling it section by section to reveal a richly coloured interior.

Da-ji takes a bite of it before he holds the untouched side out towards Dan Heng with an encouraging smile.

“Take comfort, my dear friend. Have a taste.”

@reversescale

[siviii77]

Project Stuzha

[grislyintentions]

For his himbro, Hyun-Ae <3

Sasaki took a moment to reflect on the routine of his life, finding an odd comfort in its mundanity. It struck him how surreal it felt to actually feel safe and secure. Gone were the days of worrying about when he might find his next meal or looking over his shoulder while trying to sleep, haunted by the potential threats of the outside world, or the Heartless. Most intriguingly, he marveled at how his roommate, Hyun-Ae, navigated his own life—bouncing between jobs, trying to find himself, and discussing topics that Sasaki had seldom considered deeply, such as the future, potential career paths, and self-identity. Whenever Hyun-Ae would casually pose these questions, Sasaki often found himself defaulting to a silent shrug or evading the subject entirely. Sasaki was acutely aware that he didn't entirely fit into this life, but that didn't lessen his resolve to support his friend. After all, as he liked to say, A bro's gotta do what a bro's gotta do!

With a determined mindset, he declared, 'I'm gonna be the best male wife! Homie ain't gonna know what hit him!'

Sasaki started his day with great enthusiasm, meticulously checking off his mental to-do list.

Wake up early? Check!

Next on the agenda was to pack a lunch for Hyun-Ae—a simple but heartfelt gesture he took pride in.

Lunch packed? Check!

Now it was time for the final touch: making some coffee and preparing breakfast. The Corrupted Light donned his favorite cooking apron—what a stroke of luck it had been to stumble upon it, nearly discarded as trash. As he moved about the kitchen in just his apron and black briefs, Sasaki felt unapologetically comfortable in his own skin, a carefree attitude bubbling within him.

Soft, upbeat music filled the kitchen, acting as a gentle wake-up call for his roommate. Sasaki's whimsical hums punctuated the quiet space, occasionally breaking into a few lines of the nostalgic tune "Baby Love," as he bobbed his head and swayed his hips.

“Yo, dude! Mornin' man! Breakfast is almost done. Did you sleep well, bro?” he called out, the smell of sizzling eggs diffusing through the air, wrapping around the cozy warmth of the apartment.

With determination, he focused on the eggs, ensuring they would be perfectly cooked for Hyun-Ae to enjoy.

Living in the big city sure is expensive. And that's on top of the fact the landlord, his aunt, already gave him a substantial 'family discount' and flexible payment plans! Frankly, a part of Hyun-Ae thought about giving up and moving back home more than he's willing to admit but now he's ultimately glad he decided to tough it out here.

He credits Sasaki for being part of the reason why everything worked out in the end. Sure, he's kind of mysterious and...vague about stuff pertaining to his personal life but he's been nothing but a real bro since he'd been around.

Truthfully, Hyun-Ae hadn't expected anything in return when they first became roommates. But Sasaki took it upon himself to help out around the house wherever he could without hesitation. Although he doesn't contribute financially, he'd observed Hyun-Ae's routines and the general rundown of the household enough to seamlessly step up in areas where he couldn't. And that has made life so much more bearable, so much easier.

Even when Hyun-Ae switched to night shifts due to his skin condition, Sasaki had effortlessly shifted schedules to prepare food without complaining. No one's been this caring towards him besides his own family, and he's so grateful for the other man's kindness.

"Morning," the vampire fledgling yawned. Sharp teeth briefly flashing in the light, he takes a moment to blink the remnants of sleep out of his eyes before offering his room-mate a smile. "I slept okay. What about you?"

Arms loosely wrap around Sasaki's shoulders as Hyun-Ae flops his head on the crook of his neck in a big hug. He squeezed the other lightly as he does.

"Man, you're a lifesaver. I don't know what I'd do without you."

@dichotomouskey

[grislyintentions]

[Repeat after me, fellas:

I am simply just here to write and have a good time I will curate my own space accordingly with the tools I have at my disposal I will set healthy boundaries and stick to them

I will practise self care when overwhelmed or anxious

And now, Mambo No. 5, Daily affirmations]