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[sarpelui]

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ( slow , but always accepting )

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘  low to medium 

[ofeden]

              here we go again , i hear the sound of pain flowing slowly through my  veins                      independent . slow activity . canon & original character multimuse                                                    usually neglected by noct   ©

[sarpelui]

I’VE MOVED apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but the muses are still very active in my head so you can find all my canon characters over on my new multimuse @ofeden

[sarpelui]

I’VE MOVED apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but the muses are still very active in my head so you can find all my canon characters over on my new multimuse @ofeden

[sarpelui]

I’VE MOVED apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but the muses are still very active in my head so you can find all my canon characters over on my new multimuse @ofeden

[sarpelui]

thatprettylittlething​:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 unnerves the banshee, but she’s certain the girl hovering near is not Elena. There’s an urge to interrogate, to demand to know who she is [ . . . ] that however is soon stifled by the disembodied whispers which assault her senses. ❝  Oh my god,  ❞ Lydia mumbles back, belatedly nodding as her actions catch up with her words. Eyes glisten now as the dead grow louder. ❝  They all died right here.  ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  ,  right  before  her  eyes  .  hands  outstretched  and  begging  ,  no  ,  pleading  to  be  released  to  the  other  side  of  the  veil  .  yet  ,  something  is  wrong  ,  something  tragic  and  morose  ,  but  her  mind  doesn’t  settle  well  enough  to  think  upon  it  .  her  head  shakes  violently  to  shove  them  away  as  a  trembling  finger  rises  to  point  .  ❛      there  ---  they  want  to  cross  ,  but  they  ...    ❜    a  pause  ,  a  choke  even  as  one  attempts  to  walk  through  her  and  she  swallows  hard  with  a  hand  gripping  her  chest  ,  ❛      something  is  wrong          ❜

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wistcrias​:

 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, not even bothering to hide it from him at this point. an eyeroll in tandy language is never just an eyeroll. in this case, she’s saying: ty, you need to chill. ❝ sarcasm is my coping method, you know this. besides the two of us are just going to end up saving the world singlehandedly, anyways. I wouldn’t joke if I wasn’t confident in our super epic skills. ❞ 

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  and  no  ,  he  doesn’t  find  it  to  be  arrogance  either  .  there  is  a  stem  of  something  else  beneath  the  surface  but  it’s  hardly  tyrone’s  place  to  argue  with  it  either  .  ❛        yeah  ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  we  shouldn’t  be  careful  ,    we  don’t  know  what’s  happening  here  yet  and  walking  in  all  bull  in  a  china  shop  isn’t  going  to  get  us  anywhere  .      ❜

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tzdkh​:

 “i seem to recall you jumping into many situations in the past without thinking first.” despite the pain, his smile is sharp and foxlike. “your summoning of the dragon in the dark tournament, for instance.”

❛      𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒    ❜  a    haughty  ,  yet  dry  laugh  escapes  short  from  his  mouth  but  the  gaze  remains  that  far  too  stoically  narrow  .  ❛      i  had  a  plan  ,  it  was  the  rest  of  the  imbeciles  not  being  able  to  follow  through  that  made  it  fall  apart  ;  what’s  your  excuse  ?        ❜  @tzdkh​

[mcrozovas]

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mcrozovas​:

                               you will find i have far more practice with eternity

                   independent . selective . low activity . ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA                                                 aka the darkling of LEIGH BARDUGO’S grishaverse

[sarpelui]

i’m here , working on some stuff now , going to be posting a starter call for my grishaverse characters too so stand by

[feardrawn]

okay so here’s the deal …

Keep reading

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« nobilitylost » uriel​

His arm snaked out, wrapping around Ruby’s waist so that he could pull her flush against his body. Two could play at the game she was attempting, and he fully intended to win. Uriel smiled innocently, a far cry from his usual countenance, an almost sweet-like expression settling across his features. “Perhaps I just missed you…” That was an exaggeration, of course, but there was something about this particular demon that always managed to capture his attention. She hadn’t been smited yet – which he considered a charitable feat and a testament to his patience. “Or perhaps…” Words trailed off as his lips hovered dangerously close to her, making no move to release her from his hold. “I was tired of playing good cop with my brothers…”

“Maybe…” The fingertips of his free hand traced along her cheek, across her jawline, coming to stop against her lips. “I came to make you an offer. I need information, and you need to stay off Michael’s radar…we could…” Fingers slipped away, mouth hovering so closely that the warmth of her breath could be felt against his lips. “Help each other out…”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑  and  she’s  pulled  in  .  it’s  a  dangerous  place  to  be  ,  so  close  into  an  archangel’s  web  ,  but  she’s  made  some  hasty  moves  as  of  late  and  this  is  not  the  first  ,  neither  will  it  be  her  last  .  it’s  because  of  this  she  doesn’t  shift  her  expression  .  like  the  spider  and  the  fly  ,  and  while  she  may  be  the  fly  in  this  scenario  ,  ruby  is  no  fool  to  think  that  she  doesn’t  have  something  uriel  needs  .  ❛      you  sure  didn’t  forget  how  to  woo  a  lady  all  this  time  you’ve  been  gone  ,  how  much  did  you  miss  me  ?    ❜    it’s  a  game  that  she  plays  willingly  ,  knowing  damn  well  there’s  no  serious  nature  between  them  ,  so  she  looks  up  ,  gaze  peering  into  his  as  an  arm  shifts  to  move  around  the  back  of  his  neck  and  a  brow  perks  ,  ❛      it  must  be  exhausting  ,  playing  good  cop  all  the  time    ❜

he  leans  in  and  she  doesn’t  move  ,  nor  back  away  ,  the  distance  between  them  ,  two  vessels  radiating  an  energy  unknown  and  yet  she  smiles  without  fear  (  a  foolish  thing  ,  perhaps  ,  but  if  uriel  wanted  her  dead  ,  that  would  have  been  taken  care  of  some  time  ago  )    ❛      what  kind  of  information  are  you  looking  for  ?  you  know  i’m  always  willing  to  help  you  however  you  need      ❜

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theednygma​:

❝Oh that I know. Does Joker know, I wonder? Do you know how many people simply cannot tell the difference between sounding smart and being smart?❞

❛      eh  ,  who  gives  a  HOOT  about  what  mista  j  thinks  ,  he’s  as  dumb  as  a  box  of  rocks  if  you  ask  me  ,      ❜    let  somethin’  like  her  go  ,  that’s  for  damn  sure  ,  ❛      please  ,  you’re  talkin’  to  doctah  harleen  quinzel  you  know  ---  ya  think  people  believe  that  ?        ❜

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nobilitylost​:

 “Oh Dean,” Uriel’s face mirrored the expression on the hunter’s face, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. “How I have missed bantering with you.” There was some truth in that statement, though it was loaded with sarcasm that was unmistakable. He could understand why Michael wanted to wear this one like a cheap suit, but at the same time that attitude was…well, it was too close to Uriel’s own for him to find all that endearing.

Tsking under his breath, the archangel stood and began a slow path around the room, fingers trailing over every surface he could find – almost as if he were marking his territory. “A little kick to them? You mean like that whiskey you poison yourself with each night in an attempt to black out? To forget what you and your brother have done…” To forget what you’ve done to your brother all these years, he almost wanted to add…but…

He wasn’t here to pick a fight – at least not yet.

“I need your help…” Seeming to think about that for a second, Uriel shook his head to correct himself. “No, I don’t need your help. The world needs your help. Again.” Bored, almost sing-song in his tone, he finally came to a stop that left little space between the two of them. “Come on, hunter.” A hand waved in a lackadaisical circle. “Strap up, load up…whatever it is you fighter types say. It’s time to send my brother back to his playpen for good.”

𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  ,  the  form  of  a  brow  rising  ever  so  slightly  being  the  only  thing  to  show  the  disinterest  he  has  for  whatever  it  is  uriel  is  trying  to  battle  him  in  wits  with  .  angels  lately  ?  yeah  ,  been  real  pains  in  the  ass  .  whenever  they  decide  to  grace  him  with  their  presence  it’s  never  for  anything  good  ---  in  fact  ,  usually    means  some  apocalyptic  shit  is  about  to  go  down  and  dean’s  just  about  had  enough  of  it  .  where  were  the  days  when  he  and  sam  could  just  roll  into  town  ,  kill  a  vamp  or  three  and  leave  without  it  being  some  sort  of  thing  ?

those  are  the  days  he  misses  .  

❛      you  know  what  i  miss  other  than  a  good  shot  of  whiskey  though  ?      ❜    a  finger  points  towards  the  air  as  he  speaks  ,  the  slick  expression  upon  his  features  not  quite  teasing  ,  but  far  from  amused  still  ,  ❛    when  you  angels  were  up  in  heaven  just  minding  your  own  business  and  didn’t  come  down  here  to  drop  all  your  family  drama  on  the  rest  of  the  world  ---  man  those  sure  were  the  days      ❜  he  maintains  a  steady  gaze  upon  the  angel  ,  the  way  he  walks  around  the  room  touching  things  that  don’t  belong  to  him  ;  they’re  all  the  same  aren’t  they  ?  and  yet  here’s  uriel  ,  needing  his  goddamn  help  again  . 

uriel  stops  close  to  him  ,  a  little  too  close  ,  but  the  hunter  has  a  bad  habit  of  not  stepping  back  ,  not  backing  down  when  there’s  something  more  threatening  right  in  front  of  him  ,    ❛    so  lemme  get  this  straight  ,  you  need  our  help  because  you  can’t  keep  lucifer  in  check  ,  the  all  powerful  angel  of  heaven  can’t  control  one  of  their  own  from  destroying  the  whole  damn  planet  ?      ❜      he  huffs  ,  with  this  he  turns  his  back  towards  uriel  and  takes  a  step  away  ,  hand  reaching  for  a  spare  bottle  of  spoken  whiskey  to  pour  himself  a  glass  ,  point  proven    ❛  you  gotta  be  fuckin’  kidding  me  ,  man  ,  you  guys  had  one  job    ❜

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« nobilitylost » han zixin​

“Doesn’t matter how I found you.” A simple shrug followed, the end of the discussion as far as ZiXin was concerned. No way was he going to tell someone as dangerous as Chase Collins that he made an impression on a waitress at a diner. Her blood would not be on his hands. “I’m good at my job, and my job was finding you. The specifics aren’t important.” None of his words are spoken with any malice, no ‘ah-ha, I gotcha’ egotism in his tone. Simple fact. “My job is done. I could leave here today, walk away and send in people a whole lot more powerful than me to sweep up the pieces.”

But he hadn’t…not yet.

In fact, he didn’t even have to confront Chase at all. He could have sent word to a strike force, had those witches come in and take the other man out. Yet, he knew better. Lives would be lost – most likely good men and women who didn’t deserve it, and yet more blood would be on his hands.

Instead, he found the arm of a couch that had seen better days and perched on it as if they were two old friends catching up on the time missing between them. ZiXin was used to talking, used to attempting diplomacy before violence; it was one of the reasons his parents desperately wanted him to lead the coven. He was a fighter, but he led with his words and then followed with his fists. “You and I aren’t really that much different. Fundamentally. Forgotten children scored by our covens. Of course, I didn’t seek revenge by trying to kill everyone, but…” Those last words weren’t an attempt at buttering Chase up; ZiXin didn’t believe in that – and it wouldn’t have worked anyway. “I guess what I want to know, is what you plan on doing next.”

Likely, it wasn’t an easy question to answer – not that he expected it to be answered honestly in the first place.

“You got your revenge. You nearly destroyed yourself in the process. Now you have every coven in the world looking for you, and you…no offense, but you look like you’ve seen better days. So, what now? Where does Chase Collins go from here?” Head tilted, eyes narrowing not in annoyance but in careful calculation. The very last thing he was doing to do was underestimate Chase, give him the opportunity to get a leg-up on him. “You’ve got to be tired. Worn out. In need of medical help and a rest. Magic depleted. Who the hell knows what else. Internal bleeding probably. Broken bones. I can get you help, instead of you just staying here with rotting furniture, dust, and spiders.”

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 . 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇  .  arguments  in  words  have  done  nothing  but  prove  themselves  pointless  in  moments  like  these  .  though  strength  and  war  are  all  that  he’s  used  to  prove  his  point  as  of  late  ---    now  he’s  on  the  defensive  .  this  is  his  territory  and  zixin  has  waltzed  his  way  inside  of  it  .  some  ?  they  would  call  him  a  fool  for  such  an  act  ,  while  others  would  judge  the  collins  son  of  ipswitch  for  allowing  him  within  feet  of  where  he  hid  .  ❛      think  that’s  a  matter  of  perspective    ❜  a  pause  ,  he  allows  the  other  to  continue  his  little  speech  ,  the  reminder  that  he  could  have  just  discovered  him  and  left  without  a  word  ---  and  that  leaves  another  question  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue  .

❛      so  why  don’t  you  do  that  ?  turn  around  ,  walk  away  ---  tell  them  where  i  am    ❜    a  sleek  smile  creeks  in  the  corner  of  his  mouth  ,  once  designated  as  cat  like  in  comparison  ,  beautiful  some  may  have  whispered  at  the  pillow  ,  but  many  can  feel  the  threat  that  lingers  within  each  syllable  .    ❛      but  the  thing  is  ,  i  bet  you  and  i  both  know  why  you  won’t  do  that    ❜

they  are  different  ,  that  much  is  clear  .  chase  wastes  not  in  comparison  of  what  brings  others  to  do  as  they  choose  to  ,  he  has  his  own  motivations  ,  a  knowing  darkness  in  his  blood  that  coats  the  inner  linings  of  his  chest  and  waits  for  the  chance  to  escape  .  his  opportunity  is  before  him  ,  and  perhaps  if  he  were  at  full  strength  he  could  destroy  the  witch  before  him  ,  take  all  that  the  other  carries  and  make  himself  impossibly  stronger  .  that  is  not  an  option  ,  though  all  this  talking  is  …  exhausting  all  on  it’s  own  .  ❛        we  all  have  our  own  ways  of  dealing  with  things  ,  perhaps  you  crochet  ,  knit  ---  sketch  birds  you  see  in  the  park  ,  i  find  it  easier  not  to  judge      ❜    execute  maybe  ,  but  he  cannot  help  the  way  his  power  works  .  he  cannot  prevent  the  death  toll  that  comes  along  with  it  .

he  leans  back  ,  arms  folded  across  his  chest  while  watching  carefully  of  the  other  .  he  is  worse  for  wear  ,  this  is  something  chase  is  aware  of  .  what  had  previously  been  bright  and  radiant  eyes  ,  sharpened  expressions  turned  sullen  and  sunken  in  ,  bones  have  grown  tired  and  worn  ,  but  he  has  found  a  means  to  survive  …  for  now  .  how  long  that  will  keep  him  going  is  uncertain  ,  but  he  will  carry  on  .  ❛        what  i  plan  on  doing  is  making  it  to  tomorrow  ,  and  anything  that  gets  in  my  way  of  that  well  ,  we’ll  see  what  happens  and  cross  that  bridge  when  we  come  to  it  ,  now  won’t  we  ?      ❜    where  that  bridge  will  lead  is  still  in  the  unknown  ,  and  his  head  shakes  slowly  ,  ❛      i  don’t  imagine  accepting  your  help  would  come  without  a  price  ,  and  it’s  something  i  don’t  think  i’m  willing  or  ready  to  pay      ❜

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❛          and  to  think  ,  this  whole  time  i  thought  i  was  the  one  that  went  into  a  fight  without  thinking  it  through        ❜

@tzdkh​   ❤’d !

[sarpelui]

❛        this  isn’t  something  to  joke  about  ,  people  are  in  danger  ,  tandy      ❜

@wistcrias​  ❤’d !