phasma magicum

[phasmagus-blog]

remember when this blog was real and valid? yeah, me neither.

[phasmagus-blog]

"Can I kiss you?"

meme || accepting

          ░▒▓► “That depends on you,” he teases, his lips curling in his own amusement. “Will you feel uneasy kissing a stranger?” he taunts, throwing the other’s previous words back at him. Orpheus doesnt have enough respect for himself to care, so that matters little to him. He finds it amusing when other people treat him like a human being with something he doesnt see as a big deal.

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[phasmagus-blog]

           ░▒▓► How long has he been out of contact with the world again? Sometimes he gets so caught up in his work and research. Old habits are hard to kick.

[heaarteater]

[leugen]

diederik glanced up from the small vial in his hand so that he could place his attention on whoever it was that had sought his attention- the shops owner, perhaps? or maybe just an employee. it isn’t diederik’s job to know.

❝ how much is just a small vial? ❞ he wonders, brow quirked. ❝ i know someone who could use a little help now and then. ❞

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           ░▒▓► There weren’t many people who actually needed such a draft to help prevent upsetting dreams. But it was there for those who did, so he was glad to hear the consideration to purchase on the behalf of another. Honesty was something Orpheus was fond of, and the ‘guardian’ of two younger siblings, he liked to think he was rather good at picking up on when people were lying.                 “I’ll tell you what...” he began, reaching for one of his store’s cards on a nearby counter. “I’ll sell it to you for half-off, seeing as its your first time in my shop. So that’ll be about... let’s say two-ninety-nine. Try it out and see if it helps them, and if you need to come back for more...” He paused to borrow a pen off of one of his passing store associates, scribbling a quick signature and note on the business card before offering it to the other. “If it works for that someone of yours, come back for the bigger size and I’ll give you the same deal again.” Some people would say he’d go out of business with deals like that, but on this particular product, he would do well to sell more.

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           ░▒▓► “That vial contains a mixture designed to help with sleep. An hour before bed, you spray a light layer on your pillow. By the time you’re ready for bed the pillow is dry and the aroma therapy helps you relax and get to sleep quicker.” One of the first scents he’s crafted. Otherwise he’d never get any sleep at all. “There’s also another version for those who want to sleep with no dreams. It’s a little stronger, and takes more time to get to sleep, but you fell rested when you wake.”

[phasmagus-blog]

tfw you dont know how to be active again

pls rp with me

[wordsnquotes]

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Daphne du Maurier, The Lover  (via wordsnquotes)

[phasmagus-blog]

           ░▒▓► “I’m sorry, I cant help you.” He turns his head away, turning his ‘blind’ eye from the apparition. A young man still carrying the appearance of his death. He’s asking the mage question after question. Orpheus knows the drill all to well.                 ‘He doesnt know he’s dead, does he?’ comes a taunt to his left. Just in the corner of his ‘vision’ in the dead eye can he see his usual haunt. A ghost who still holds the age of a pre-teen. He no longer carries the appearance of his death, but it doesnt make it any easier to see him, to hear him. ‘Why dont you tell him the news? You’re good at this sort of thing. You’re good at fucking up people’s dreams and shattering their hopes for the future. Tell the kid he’s dead, Phi. Tell him.’ The taunts continue. Volume growing and mixing with the more frantic queries of the freshly dead spirit.                 Eventually Orpheus cant take it anymore. “Shut up!” He snaps, sharply turning to his left to directly face his ghost. But what he once called a friend was gone, and instead there were confused denizens and visitors to the shopping plaza, looking on at him as if there were something wrong. something wrong with him. Orpheus bit his bottom lip, flesh hand clenched tight as he took a step back, turned, and fled the public eye. He hated shopping in new areas for product. Ghosts in new places never knew to leave him alone.

[y-ureii]

[okamizere]

《 ｂｅａｓｔ 》

         surely it was amusing all the way to watch the other acting that spontaneous and different than during their first encounter, eyes not going to be avoided and catched by the beauty in front. ❝You are kinda strong with drinking that much. You sure that you are going to be alright with that?❞ why should he even care about this fact? shibui simply enjoyed the whole situation as the other’s glass was filled once more.

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           ░▒▓► “You can say it, you know,” the blonde chortled. “I’m much more pleasant company when I drink.” He knew it, anyone who knew him, knew it. He became softer than his usually guarded, pessimistic self. He could stand to be closer to others and seemed to forget how much he hated to be touched by others. Orpheus drew the freshly filled glass to his lips. He drank a good third of it before he paused to set it down. “I’m fine, drinking as much as I want, though. But if you want to play around later... well then I might have to hold back a little.”

[okamizere]

                             phasmagus entered the host club.

《 ｂｅａｓｔ 》

          a light smirk was playing around his lips. eyes fixed the alcoholic liquid in front of him before his attention went all the way back for the other. it was surely amusing, how fast character and actions of a person were able to change. already late, but still not the right time to close the club when he was thinking about the other’s current state. ❝Oh, boy. You are drunk like hell!❞ a soft chuckle left his lips as his head made a small action of a lack of understanding.

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           ░▒▓► Orpheus put down yet another empty glass, having tipped his head all the way back only moments before to drink down every last drop that had once filled it. It wasn’t like it too much alcohol to get him going, but when the mage had to be social, he could only stomach close company with a few drinks to take the edge off. “I could always go for another drink,” he laughed softly. Though it was probably wise to cut him off for the night if any other activities were to take place. Otherwise Orpheus might end up sick, and then with a wicked hangover.

[phasmagus-blog]

“ go home ”

          ░▒▓► “Make me.”

[musingmemes]

two word starters

“ don’t stop ”

“ please don’t ”

“ don’t shoot ”

“ give it ”

“ shut up ”

“ damn it! ”

“ stop it! ”

“ you’re crazy ”

“ that’s insane ”

“ get out! ”

“ don’t leave ”

“ i’m tired ”

“ that’s bad ”

“ be honest ”

“ be careful ”

“ be nice ”

“ you’re wrong ”

“ go home ”

“ watch it ”

“ fuck me ”

“ kiss me ”

“ we can’t… ”

“ we shouldn’t… ”

“ you’re perfect ”

“ that’s awful ”

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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

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           — Alex is not the type of boy to hold anything against anybody. The action previous had startled him, sure, but he had experienced the same sort of reaction from each side. His mind, he never understood. Human contact was hesitant at first for him as well, there was understanding between them. 

— He says nothing as he walks over to the counter where he often stores his first-aid kits at ( being clumsy around tables, glasses, and breakable objects wasn’t a good combination at all ) and picks up the box quickly. He moves back, his green cafe apron loose around his waist, and opens it up for the other to use. Of course, he makes sure to keep his distance. The other didn’t seem to enjoy having anyone be so close. 

               ——  ❝—H-Here–…I-I hope i-it helps a little–…❞

[phasmagus-blog]

           ░▒▓► The other was being mindful of how close he got to Orpheus now. It was nice that he was being so considerate, really. There was something of a relieved smile to his face, if one could call it that. The scrape on his arm might be a bit awkwardly placed, but he would be fine to clean it on his own, was the conclusion he came to. So the mage took a step closer to the first aid kit offered, first reaching for an antiseptic wipe packaged near the band-aids.           “You have my thanks...” he offered softly, gently dabbing his scrape with the wipe once he’d torn it open. There was barely even the slightest indication he was aware of the sting it provided as it disinfected the damage area. “I apologize... for raising my voice,” but he felt no need to apologize for anything more than his tone. Orpheus had reacted poorly, yes, but he couldn’t help the way he was.