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find V over at my multi-muse, @mountops!
probably gonna archive this blog soon and remake so i can have a bit of a fresh start :') most of my threads will be carried over! for the time being, though, find me on @gunsmithin since the muse for nico is strong
hey :’) like this post for a small, most likely one-liner starter
“ Your ... kindness exceeds expectation . Words alone do not come close to showing my appreciation , however . ”
@seishiumi !
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair. (your pick tbh !)
AN OLD MEME ! @rawfrce
affection stems from a variety of gestures. bottomless thing born of virtue, a severance of the earth in that he’s long come to weather, now forsaken memory ( albeit temporarily ) in favor of the pliant lips which find home at the center of V’s forehead. presses at the skin in just the right amount — not too much but certainly not too little, able to cement her mark with ease in an air of indescribable warmth, its significance kindred to sunlight in restoring flesh and bone — before pulling away. bashfully, dare he go so far as to theorize.
he picks at that explicit show of vulnerability, sifts through the petal-like terrain as his limbs suddenly reawaken. veins set ablaze he brings a hand to her face, tracing the faint plane of freckles present against a lonesome cheek.
❝ Please — return to me safely. I'll be waiting. ❞
hey :') like this post for a small, most likely one-liner starter
Quiiiick heads-up but I'm probably gonna do a small clean-up on this blog soon; things are way too disorganized for my taste and I really want to get back into things on here since I miss my boy and I miss writing and speaking with you all ;; things will definitely be slow for a little bit longer so if you're waiting on a reply from me on IMs and such, give me some more time and I'll get right back into it ;u;
Lot of mystery about this one. Call me paranoid, but “V” just miiiight be a fake name. Still, he calls himself a Devil Hunter, and he’s got the power to prove it—or his demon animal friends do, at least. All V can do is deliver the final blow with that cane of his…which I’d like to take a better look at if I get the chance. Seems the pattern in those tattoos of his is what binds his lil’ helpers to him. They’re the basis of his power. Speaking of…that ain’t the kind of power that a plain ol’ human could wield… — Nico Goldstein about V
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“ those’re kinda sick . ” finger with a claw - like nail tugged at her lip , eyes lazily looking over skin inked . “ how long those take you ? ”
said ink looms along the region of pale skin, threatens to pirouette, almost, like a blossoming dansuer which thrives in his place of belonging. ❝ Many months, I believe. Some were more ... easier to tolerate. ❞
your seduction style ♡
THE DANDY. you're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations. your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories. it's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you. you have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.
tagged by : @celestiletto ages ago tysm! :') tagging : steal it from me!
nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.
guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.
shelter protect them.
shove push them.
loop drape an arm around their shoulders.
touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
palm smack them upside the head.
bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.
aid help them with a task.
note pass a note to them.
cry wipe away their tears.
wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
heal take care of them when they get sick.
book silently read a story with them.
carry pick them up.
scrap punch them.
cherry find blood on them.
sit help them sit down.
medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.
steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
beat dance with them.
stare stare them down.
off track get lost with them.
no shaking their head in disagreement.
yes nodding their head in agreement.
rush tackle them to the ground.
open hold the door open for them.
“Malphas. No way can we handle her, we don’t have the strength.“
“I know. But we must get through this, somehow.”
V
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A smile spreads across his lips ; for a moment Cosimo does not answer. He simply assesses the situation as a wise man does. HE MUST BE CAUTIOUS NOT TO REVEAL TOO MUCH OF HIMSELF TO A STRANGER - such things were dangerous and he’d learned from his father not to draw too much attention to himself. “This is true.” He agrees with a hum. “He is wise in his own way however.” THIS COSIMO FEARED. Rinaldo was intelligent and Cosimo would not deny that. “I hope his bad mood does not spoil such a lovely day.” THE SUN WAS SHINING , Florence was at it’s best at this moment. “There are a few places , come my friend , i will show you.” If he can offer some kind of help he will. He knows a few establishments that may be of help.
𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄. ❝ This day as we see it would be much darker if we allow bad moods to dim it, ❞ should V behold the sight long enough, peering through peals of silent sunlight at the sky above, one might even catch a glimpse of the crescent moon looming abroad. sprouts like blossoms lay exposed to the sacred rays of shine and life, he quietly muses. said musings bide little time, however, as his lingering smile ultimately widens with distinguishable pull. ❝ I would thank you for your hospitality, but I’ve yet to learn your name. ❞
“V” 落書き…. Doodle practice.