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faultycode:

//So for anyone who wants to know, the below muses have been moved to this blog.

Alastor <—from @goodnaturedviolence Angelene <—from @stitchedhalo Daniel <—from @chaoticdelinquent Ethan & Ella <—from @narcissist-e Sebastian <—from @deathisachild

//Sorry for the inconvenience, I just think it’ll be easier to keep up with one blog for them versus five.

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[stitchedhalo]

sovereignuncompromised:

Honestly, if Hannah had continued her ranting, Yori might have snapped. Being feminine was enough of a tight-rope walk as it was. Throwing cheerleading into the mix added a fresh layer of hell to navigate. Still, besides that one girl, she was having a good time.

Yori gave a semi-defeated smile and sat down on the bench with her water bottle. 

“Thank you. You’re always the nicest one around here. Why aren’t you Captain? You’re really good.”

Her words brought a smile to her lips. It wasn’t the first time someone had suggested the idea to her, but it was still really nice to hear. If she had it her way, she would have taken over a long time ago. Hannah was a pain on the best of days, so it wouldn’t exactly be hard to overthrow her leadership. Honestly though, between art and working, she just didn’t have the time. Hell, she barely had time to make it to practice everyday. 

     “---Well I spend a lot of time on my art, so it just wouldn’t work out well.” she paused, shrugging. “---I wouldn’t be able to put in as many hours as she does. Plus, well, you think she’s bad now; you should have seen her before she became Captain. Ugh, she was an absolute nightmare.”

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[stitchedhalo]

@sovereignuncompromised;;

          “---Try not to take what she says to heart. She’s just being over dramatic. You actually weren’t far off; just pick your speed up by like a second and show more confidence in what you’re doing. You’ll have this down in no time; trust me!” 

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[stitchedhalo]

FUN FACT: despite what you might think, Angelene doesn’t put herself in dangerous situations on purpose. she actually does most things because she is told she HAS to. basically, it comes down to who she is more scared of and 9/10 it’s her boss. disloyalty is a big no-no. 

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Bonus: Send in descriptions of what makes them hot (example: their appearances, attitude, etc.). Make them feel fluster, make their faces turn red. 

[rpmemesandasks]

One Word Sentence Starters:

“Stop!”

“What?”

“No…?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely!”

“Maybe..”

“Speak!”

“Who?”

“How?”

“Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Father.”

“Mother.”

“Morning.”

“Night.”

“When?!”

“Yes!”

“Tomorrow.”

“Like.”

“Speak?”

[stitchedhalo]

abarration:

Her panic only elated his own amusement. He’d been quite ready to just put the artwork down once the first call was made. Now, he was wondering just how panicked the girl would get if he refused.

“What’re you gonna do if I don’t, eh?”

She wasn’t one to normally result to violence if she could help it, but she was so close to just jabbing him right in the throat. It had taken her weeks to finish that piece and here he was holding it as if it was some run of the mill color the numbers picture. If he left even one little smudge, it’d ruin the entire thing. 

                         “God--- why do you have to be such a jerk?”

[stitchedhalo]

abarration:

Honestly he was just trying to find Hunter’s work to find out what the blond bully had done during class, since the teacher so kindly forced them to sit on opposite sides of the room. He wasn’t expecting picasso, but Hunter had seemed quite focused for once.

“Relax, nerd. I’m lookin’ for someone else’s.”

She had yet to change out of her uniform; not trusting the other students to leave her work in peace. Right after cheer, she had raced across campus. Unfortunately, it had seemed her suspicions had been correct, seeing as she had to deal with mister high and mighty aka dick-wad aka whatever other mean names she could think of calling him.

          “---Oi, asshat! It’s still wet, give it ‘ere before ya mess it up!”

[stitchedhalo]

@abarration;;

Normally she wouldn’t have interacted with him, not unless he talked to her first, but today was different. Today, she hadn’t been able to store her art project in the proper place before practice, thus leaving it utterly defenseless to the grabby hands of the other students. The second she saw him lift her work from the bench, she panicked; immediately rushing over.

                                                      “---Put that down!” 

[birdasaurus]

The Laterals

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[stitchedhalo]

salvationinsin:

The utter panic in her voice registered to Syn as more than fear from taking the life of another. There was darkness in the plea and he doubted she was aware of any of it. Or if she was, she had become complacent and didn’t fight it anymore. None of those realizations comforted him in the slightest.

He gingerly moved closer to her, giving her ample space but also making himself available as an option should she choose. He needed to treat her like he often did the young ones who came to him with too many drugs in their veins; a deer in headlights, he had to give all the control to her. Or at the least, make it seem as though the control was hers.

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, Angelene.” He spoke softly, doing his best to be calm- in hopes that his shift in demeanor would ease the girl’s as well. 

“At least let me thank you. Come with me, we can get you cleaned up and a hot meal made for you. Ok?”

She almost didn’t notice him moving closer to her; too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice much of anything. Fortunately, fate would have it that she did, if only the slightest bit. Though, his being near her didn’t cause too much alarm, that didn’t stop her from giving a suspicious glance or two. After all, she didn’t know many people who would be okay with---well, this.

His words did little to ease her, but they did well enough to distract her. More specifically, the mention of her now dirtied appearance stole her focus. Her worries of Christopher and the like, while not forgotten, were moved to the back burner of her mind. She looked down at her shirt in disdain, seeing that she had managed to get some blood it. ‘Man---- I just got this shirt...’ 

A huff of annoyance, and her focus was back on the doctor, just like that. She considered his proposal, if only because it meant he might help her get the blood from her shirt. Though, to her, agreeing would mean accepting help and that was hard. No, she needed to bargain; that would work, right? I’ll only do this if you do this, kinda thing? 

          “---Only if you help me get this blood out of my shirt...” she paused, seeming to debate with herself for a moment before continuing, “---and I get fries... with ranch.”

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