Jul 19, 2025
"You there, what's-your-name? Do a queen a royal favor and top up her drink..." Her hand shakes an empty glass, ice cubes clinking against the sides.
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"You there, what's-your-name? Do a queen a royal favor and top up her drink..." Her hand shakes an empty glass, ice cubes clinking against the sides.
@malumxsubest | Mina has a.. kid?
A cigarette hung out of his mouth as he shouldered the front door open and flung a dark duffel bag inside. It made a loud thud as it hit the floor, but it's hardly any noise compared to the shuffling and grunting he did as he walked in himself.
"Goddamn traffic, can't find a decent fucking ride in this fucking city. 'Course she's got me runnin' from here to fuckin' mexico for some powder. Can't even get the good shit outta cuba anymore. Now where's she keepin' the fuckin' booze-.... at-.."
He stopped when he noticed someone across the room. Certainly not Gemina - not tall enough. Didn't smell like her either.
Silas sniffed and pulled the lit cigarette from his lips, paying no mind to the rule that Gemina was fairly staunch about regarding no smoking in her apartment - and glanced briefly around before settling back on the strange woman.
"Well fuck."
@punnybonessnas from xxx
Watching this ice-statue of a skeleton react to shit was always inherently fascinating. Sometimes it was the only reason she liked being around the twerp, the intricate puzzle of his actions often more telling than any of the venom he spat out. That quick glance at her admittedly gnarly injury, the twitch of a fist tightening at his side.
He was probably fucking furious at himself for this.
She watches the guilty skeleton turn and tend to her fire, golden stare never once blinking. He could kick himself as much as he fancied- she knew what she did was the right call.
That golden glare remains on the other even as he turns back to her, pulls the medical kit close. Remains on him after he’s said his piece, silent, before a slow toothy smirk overtakes her.
“Looks like you did your research. There’s a bit you don’t know about though, so listen up, Caps.”
“Thanks to my defense, my scales can take quitea bita damage, ya dig? Unfortunately, they have a nasty habit of melting all into each other when faced with to much heat in one package. And they’re a real fuckin’ pain to pluck when they’re all stiff and glooped together.”
Claws gesture at the blackened, seared scales, not quite touching. The vaguely green ointment only making the damage shine just a bit more.
“This stuff is softening them up... and numbing the flesh beneath. It’s been on for quite a while- can’t feel much along my chest. So, knowing that, dear Captain... what are we going to do now?”
Shifting a bit to better face the skeleton, she raises a tired brow and wiggles her injured arm. Just to remind him, ya know, why he came over in the first place.
“Arm? Or scales?”
Test Muse: Duchess Satine Kryze
@fracturedmentality
“My dear Obi-Wan, do you truly believe that violence is the best way to Peace?” She asked as the two were no longer before an audience of senators. Although she was starchly in her view of pacifism she could accept that for others that were not their way.
"Oh no... Your ass is fat and desirable, how tragic. Here let me call up Euripides to write a play all about it!"
@multicoloredspider-andfriends - can i offer you a breath Minthe in this trying time?
"Oh! Oh that's cute~ Say, did you get that joke in the same place you got that dated top and plastic trash-bag of a mini skirt?"
@sirenum - "Don't cry - I've got you." ( Zeus to Hera)
It was no secret that Hera drank. Most days the drinks kept her comfortably numb, floating on gentle waves of intoxication that kept her insulated from the gossip and whispers about her and Zeus.
But then again...
There were the days where the drink turned the lock on the dam of her pent up frustrations. It would all just come flooding out in torrents of tears, body shaking sobs and the worst of her own self loathing. As Zeus held her in his arms, parts of her wanted to rage and scream into his face, claw at his eyes for the shame his acts heaped upon her. Another... just wanted to be held so she could ride it out.
"Am I not enough for you?" It was a common enough question during these episodes. One she'd asked so many times that her count of it was lost ages ago. "Are *we* not enough?"
@cxffeeshxp - "It's just a prank, bro."
"Less talking, more getting in the soup pot!"