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[gatecoeur]

Hey drunk Arrie, since you likely won't remember this and you likely won't get the full story when you do find out what happened, what would you say to everything that's been going on with Roman, Sterling, and Nero?

{ holy fucc it’s a wild anon }{ drunk Arrie gives OPINIONS }

“Hmm?” Arrie asked, blinking a bit. “Oh... THAT. That... fucking shitshow. Sterling is the only one doing ANYTHING logical, the poor man.  The other two? Idiots. Making the situation a thousand times worse. Not using their fucking brains at all... Assuming either of theirs are even working right now.”

“It’s all NERO’S fault if you ask me,” she huffed, dramatically raising her hand in a defeated gesture before slumping back in her seat. “The whole fucking thing. HE shot Roman, arguing self-defence when he fucking TAUNTED Roman, instead of oh, I dunno? Trying to talk Roman DOWN maybe? Especially when he knows how TEMPERMENTAL he is?”

“How the fuck do you expect to get any useful information out of someone you antagonize? And THEN, OH, AND THEN, in a... STROKE of COMPLETE IDIOCY, instead of bringing Roman to a trained medical professional, which I’m sure an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent knows PLENTY of, he goes to the ONE PERSON who not only has minimal First Aid training, BUT WAS ALSO THE MAN ROMAN ATTACKED IN THE FIRST PLACE.”

“Like how? HOW? How is that, in any way, shape or form, the logical thing to do? And ROMAN-”

Arrie let out a loud sigh, leaning against the counter with her head in her hands. God, she could use another drink.

“I don’t blame him for what he’s doing. He’s stupid for doing it, but I don’t blame him for being this paranoid ; he’s been shot, dragged to a stranger’s house, and constantly berated by a real asshole.”

“I know things would be different if he knew Sterling like I do. But he’s... I thought he was supposed to be the rebel. The one going against the rules. Can’t he see this is EXACTLY what Dada wants? Why did he even go after Sterling in the first place? He could’ve told me, we could’ve figured it out together, I could’ve-”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I HAVE to fix this. I know I can, but... Sterling might not listen to anything I have to say about Roman. And I can’t be mad if he doesn’t. I just... I hope Roman calls me. Or finds me. Or SOMETHING. Eser can patch him up. I know he can.”

“Oh, and I’m not going any where NEAR Nero, because otherwise, I’m going to fucking strangle him until he turns blue.”

[verumaeternus]

@disinfectxd // ♥ [m!a]

                 He clambers over furniture and counters like a small animal, both to search for his missing family members-- but also his caretakers, anyone that he could find that could comfort him in his state of unease. The halls were no longer packed with Pops’ consorts and associates, nor were the nursery’s caretakers anywhere to be found. Pops’ room was unoccupied, as were the lounge, the reading room, and his and Kai’s shared room was completely empty, without even so much as furniture or toys; stripped entirely and filled with junk for storage.

HARI decides to check the one last place he hasn’t yet already: Pops’ office.

                     The run there is relatively quick, though there’s a couple times he gets lost, the once familiar hallways looking almost alien without the old, traditional artworks and artifacts that had lined the walls and halls. Leaning up on the toes of his boots, he just barely manages to open the door, spilling into the room unceremoniously as he hurriedly tries to make his way to the familiar desk, hope rising in his chest-- until he spots the man sitting behind it, one he’s never ever met before, wearing a ghastly, beak-like mask that obscures the majority of his countenance and making him freeze in his tracks in terror.

“-- Y-you...“ The words catch in his throat, small and feeble-- barely audible to even himself over the sound of his heart beginning to pound in his chest, and making it virtually impossible to articulate the thought.

[vivere-mendacium]

@pcrseverance con’t from: [x]

He’d been ready to grit his teeth and pointedly ignore the sounds that came from the mages lips when Bull had greeted the other man across the courtyard, ready to stare at the sky and count the stars until Dorian was ready to move again.

He certainly wasn’t expecting a warm mouth to be pressed against his lax one, for a moan to be released and muffled against his lips as he stood, stunned and staring at the man.

“Dorian,” he barely realised his mistake, “you’re drunk.”

The kiss had been happening purely on instinct, having felt the electricity of that spell coursing through his body yet again, all he was caring for was to not make a noise and so he turned to the only being in his currently quite narrowed universe, he felt he could trust blindly.

Only to be betrayed so awfully.

Clinging to Cullen, as the second wave of pleasure hit him, Dorian’s body shook helplessly, as he did not dare another kiss and opted for yet again biting down hard onto his lower lip. When he finally found his voice again, he balled his hands to fist against Cullen’s chest. “No”, he protested miserably, “I’m by far not yet drunk enough for all this. And don’t you dare try telling me, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He finished on a hiss, frustration finally getting the better of him. “I just can’t deal with this any longer. So, if you’d like to do me a favor, kindly knock me unconscious. At least, I know a remedy for the morning headache that would follow.”

[baddeleyite-archived]

Dip DOWN

It’s gonna get a li'l WEIRD, gonna get a li’l WILD [Accepting]

Dipping Down: Muse dips down into an untold well of power and is near overwhelmed with magic. Fun new additions from this form include two extra sets of arms, a multiplied voice, and eyes that can see in every dimension. It is entirely possible that this may overwhelm your muse but that’s at your discretion as mun

“Alright.... Let’s do this.” 

Baddeleyite took a deep breath to focus herself, gazing deep into herself and the waters beneath her. She had been preparing for this ritual for centuries, even before the corruption was cured. As she slowly inhaled and exhaled, the Gem knelt down on the glassy surface of the water, a soft hum starting to vibrate the air as she did. Baddel could feel the power start to flow through her, dancing across her form like electricity. 

This was old magic, deep magic from before Gem or Human civilizations. A magic that could take as easily as it gave. And she needed to cling to it for dear life if she wanted to survive it. Glowing lines crisscrossed and curved up her arms and down her spine, weaving intricate patterns across her physical form. She could feel it, see it, practically taste it as she gave herself over to the power, let it take hold on her form. The hum grew louder and louder as the pattern across her skin grew wilder and wilder, building to a crescendo of livid white light. With a piercing shriek through the air, she came crashing down into the water, submerging herself deep in it’s embrace before violently surfacing once more.

What came out was no longer the same as what went in, the old Baddel washed away in the waters and a new stepping forth from it’s depths. She felt raw and new like iron pulled fresh from the forge. 

Inhale. Exhale. Let the magic flow through her. She was it and it was her. She stood on a path were others had faltered and had been found not wanting. All that remained was to carry on.

[askcellophane-blog]

Anytime I start making any ground I start floating away again! 1/6

[dailyyasuhohirose-blog]

"This seems more like prying, you could have asked.." Gapuho is ready to go for the NEXT 5 ASKS~!

[gatecoeur]

m!a: mullet!arrie

{ holy fucc it’s a wild anon }{ this is disgusting and i h8 it }

“Non, absolument pas. C’est là que je tire le trait mon esti. Un mulet? Dans 2021? T’es poche là.”