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Heya so! This is a new multimuse blog that I’ve got up and running! 1 OC and 4 Canon muses currently but I’ll likely add more later! If you wouldn’t mind threading with me, I’d love it if you’d give this post a like or reblog!
I’m doing myself a favor and migrating over here so catch me on this new blog!
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’ (Only if you'd like to lmao.)
( lilo && stitch // closed )
❝ My, what a loaded question. ❞Amusement lit his gaze. ❝ I wouldn’t try to delve too deeply into things with me, Robin. You’re a nice man, but sometimes it’s best not to know everything about someone else. You never know what you might find and sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. ❞Julian gave a sharp smile, wolfish, debonair, and venom all placed into one most peculiar package. It was a charming smile that instructed no further inquiries be made lest its response be the dodging of such inquiries.
There rested little sense in the insistence of involving one’s self with men such as Julian, after all.
“I hope you’ll forgive my curiosity,” he responds, amber eyes dragging away from his company and forward once again. He knew the inquiry would bear FRUITLESS results. Yet still... it slid from his tongue before he had any SENSE to prevent it. &&. Although the way Julian speaks is certainly enough to prod him further, he disturbs the subject no further. Part of him wonders if he should be UNNERVED by the other’s grin, the curl of his lips almost FIENDISH in their appearance. However, knowing the curse he himself holds and the consequences that came with it, he couldn’t really JUDGE -- not when his destiny seemed to lead down such a dim and tainted path. Just as he suspects Julian to be withholding STAINED truths from him, he’s doing much the same. Perhaps that’s why he’d been drawn to his company once again, that tugging of FAMILIARITY that accompanied him.
“Your words make perfect sense.”
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal
◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
’ Aloha! ’
’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ‘
’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
’ No more caffeine for you. ’
’ Did you lose your job because of me? '
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
’ You are such a pain. ’
’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
’ I’m lost. ’
’ Don’t interact with her. ’
’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
’ Why do you act so weird? ’
’ You look familiar. ’
’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
’ I hear you cry at night. ’
’ Do you dream about them? ’
’ You came back. ’
’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. '
’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
’ Are you.. happy? ’
’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
’ I read her diary. ’
’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
’ Stupid head. ’
’ Did you catch fire again? ’
’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
’ My friends need to be punished. ’
’ Heard you lost your job. ’
’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. '
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
’ He’s very persuasive. '
’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
’ This is low even for you! ’
’ You are all mine. ’
’ You know I have no choice. ’
‘ Please don’t do this. ’
’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
’ She needs me. ’
’ Leave me alone to die. ’
’ What is that monstrosity? ’
’ Does this look infected to you? ’
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
’ It has no place among us. ’
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&&. Unknown World. // Luthier.
@elucidatr liked for a starter!
“You’ve mentioned before that you hail from a different world, isn’t that right? Forgive me if it’s not my place, but I was hoping you might tell me about it in greater detail, at least while we have the time.”
Like for a teeny starter/one liner! Some may be a tad longer than others depending on how I feel.
Often we forget that we are the ones living our own lives, that this life belongs to us, and it shall go on the way we fight for it to.
Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #87 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
hisfuneral :
Julian pressed the pads of his fingers back into his cheek. No pain. It seemed the bruise had healed itself after all. Of course, it ought to have been something of a weak blow to heal so quickly. The ruffians must have not known how to hit properly, or were so inebriated that their aim had been piss poor at its finest moment. Julian’s gaze flickered towards his merciful, impromptu companion. The albino’s concern was appreciated, really, such a rare commodity in such a horrid part of town.
The doctor smiled, his usual disposition returning to him after a lungful more of fresh air. Well, fresh was perhaps not the most apt word to describe the quality of the premise’s aether, yet it was far better than the stagnant air of a building, that much was certain. ❝ I feel much better, thank you. I sure put you through some trouble, didn’t I? What’s your name so I can say a proper ‘thank you’. ❞
He took into account the other’s form silhouetted against the dingy streetlights, hair sparkling silver beneath the illumination’s attentions. Julian truly was fortunate to encounter someone so merciful. In truth, Julian would have been able to handle the altercation just fine on his own, his prowess something oft underestimated. However, it usually was best to avoid causing a commotion, after all. The last thing he required was law enforcement invading the perimeter, even if they were usually rather poor at their given occupation.
"I've been through worse." The change in the other's disposition sets Robin at EASE and he's quick to return the smile that’s offered to him. As he allows his arms to fall back to his side, he can't help making the assumption that his KINDNESS was not misplaced. At the very least, it seems his company has MANNERS-- plenty more than what the other men in that tavern had offered him or anyone else for that matter. That alone EARNS him some points.
"My name is Robin and though the circumstances could have been better, I’d say that it's still nice to meet you."
He may have lost out on a CHEAP place to spend the night, but his actions and their consequences sat WELL with him. He was able to lend a hand to someone in need and that's what's most important. He wants to be someone GOOD and that is something he’s constantly fearing he’ll BETRAY. Although for now, he chooses not to focus on any foreboding ‘what ifs’, BANISHING them to the back of his mind. He offers a single hand, clad in black leather, instead. A proper shake for a proper meeting. His company will be his priority, if only temporarily.
So I realized I was missing a verse! So now there’s one up for something post Grima’s defeat where Robin takes up the responsibility of ruling Plegia. Honestly this was supposed to be up there from the beginning but I guess I deleted or forgot it? Apologies!!
rare words
émeute:a popular rising or uproar
aboulomania:pathological indecisiveness
scelestic:wicked; villainous
deicide:destruction or killing of a god
dinomania:mania for dancing
ridibund:easily moved to laughter
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My Own Worst Enemy - Lit
“Can we… forget about the things I said when I was drunk?” As he recalls, his words weren’t particularly bad, per say. They were, however, DEEPLY revealing. He didn’t drink very OFTEN, but when he did and went over his threshold to boot, he TENDED to be a very affectionate, very emotional drunk. His memories, though admittedly a tad HAZY, led him to believe he’d let a few things slip to her that he’d been hiding – things about his past, his family and even some details regarding the Shepherds he’d fought so closely with. He has no one to BLAME save for himself and the poor decisions he made. Still, he cannot help hoping she’ll simply DISREGARD his slurred speech as something trivial.
(( @hisfuneral I hope you don’t mind me drawing your muse but listen I was thinking about how Robin would totally step in to stop a barfight in the makings but then I also realized that they have like a 10 inch height difference and I thought it was the funniest thing.))
@hisfuneral ;; From Here :
❝ I think most are better than their group. ❞ Julian shut his eyes, inhaling as if to steady himself. He was standing outside of… somewhere. Hardly the right side of the tracks, as they said. Julian hardly ever spent his time in the more seemly parts of their fair city, anyhow. There was no reason for it. If he went there, there were more connections to the Countess.
Julian looked towards the stars, steadying himself once more. What on earth had happened? Had he threatened a particularly uncouth altercation? It didn’t sound like him, yet his cheek stung. He touched it. No blood. He was fortunate. Most battles within such an area were hardly pleasant and oft encompassed far greater wounds.
It was not like him to remain so distracted, yet he could not help but think of a recent acquaintance and the letter they had held.
It was best to gather himself, after all.
❝ Thank you for dragging me out of there. I don’t think I was all there. ❞
"True enough," he speaks, though the words are nearly a WHISPER. Now that they're out of harm's way, his hand automatically raises, eager to prod and assess the EXTENT of the other's wound. But he pauses, thinking better of touching someone without their consent. So, his hand instead finds itself CURLED gently around his own chin, his opposite arm resting across his middle and needlessly propping up his elbow.
Robin chooses to rely on his eyes, rings of amber SCRUTINIZING the man before him. He could have sworn the bruising on his cheek was worse a moment ago, but perhaps that was ONLY his imagination. Seeing it now, he's not sure it's worth any tonic he could offer. It would heal on its own in a few days time, he's sure. He can’t help thinking the other LUCKY he was able to get away with only that, particularly given the type of people that tend to reside in this area.
"Please, it was nothing," he starts, more FIRMLY than before now that he’s sure Julian isn’t too banged up. "I just couldn't stand for the possibility that the whole lot of those men would gang up on you over something so negligible. But I take it you feel better now that you’ve had some fresh air?"
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@latrocinari ;; From Here:
“Oh? Sounds like something we can do together.”
He’s joking. Sleeping in does sound nice, though.
He snorts before letting loose a SOFT chuckle, muffled only by the closed fist he presses against his lips. Had it been his FIRST time hearing such an innuendo from the other man, he might have found himself fumbling over his words while his cheeks BLOOMED red. But over the length of their conversation ( which was, of course, what had prompted Robin to make such a comment ), he found there to be little DEPTH behind the stranger’s words. So now he’s only amused.
"Certainly," he responds, tone LIGHT and far from serious. "You in your bed, me in mine, and a hangover keeping us both from rising early."
&&. Swordsmanship. // Chrom.
of-invisible-ties :
Chrom returned the teasing grin, for training with comrades had a strange way of putting him at ease. The fluid motions of sparring simply soothed him, for they were something he had a keen understanding of. Parley and politics made no sense to him – but combat? The blade was straightforward and without tricks. Something everyone understood.
Still, he can’t help but offer forth an apologetic little glance at his practice sword, or, rather, what was left of it.
“I’d be honored to help hone your sword, but, as you can see … “
“A single mishap in practice is all it takes for me to snap my sword in half. It’ll take a moment to replace it, but – why not join me? Perhaps, we could choose a fitting pair of practice swords together. They may look alike, but the grip of the hilt matters, you know.”
Robin follows his ally's gaze, taking in the sight of a SHATTERED practice sword. His grin widens, turning AMUSED, and he has to dig his teeth into his lower lip to avoid letting loose a chuckle. The RAW strength Chrom could put behind his swings is astounding, but, as he mentions, a single mishap can cause all that power to BACKFIRE. Magic worked in a similar way ( as the scars streaking across his hands and forearms display, much like the scattered chunks of wood at the other's feet ) and he finds it almost ENLIGHTENING to be able to relate the two. They weren’t so vastly different as it might appear at first glance.
"That sounds wonderful. I'm sure we'll be able to find a suitable pair if we look together," he replies with a SOFT bob of his head. “Just promise you won’t take it easy on me when we begin. Alright?”
