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BTW, if ever you don’t specify a pairing for a prompt, know that you run the risk of getting Steven/Hannah and Oleg/Karin 😂
(Although I do have my mutuals largely categorized as Shenko and TIMShep 😂 and if you don’t specify I do try to respect that)
☕ for my muse to rant about something in character
Send ☕ for my muse to rant about something in character (Bonus: Add + *a topic* for my muse to rant about a specific topic)
The troll's lips twist into a disgusted grimace.
"Bread." He states the word like it's a slur. " 's gross. Chewy like meat, but no juice. And skin, hard like fruit n bark, 'n no juice! 's DRY! 's NOTHIN! Like eatin a SPONGE!"
self-destruct — what does your muse look like when they’re angry? do they explode, are they quiet, do they bottle it up, etc?
So, broadly speaking, there are two main ways that Valskandyr acts when he's angry - which is rare. He's so aloof and detached from everything that it's difficult to get under his skin. The more common manner in which he acts when angry is the quiet sort, where he bottles it up and shoves it deep, where it gets compressed and concentrated. This typically manifests as a hardening of the eyes, maybe tensing of the jaw, and going about his tasks with a shade more roughness and force than is strictly necessary. He also tends to speak less, though that doesn't really stand out unless you're pretty familiar with him, given how he is. When Valskandyr becomes truly angry, to the point that he is unable to maintain control of his temper, he explodes. Not quite a classic berserker, he maintains enough awareness and intelligence that he is capable of directing the rage and acting towards causing the most damage possible. Brutal, horrifyingly violent, and savage in his cruelty, a properly enraged Valskandyr is far more of a beast than a man, if one possessed of a distressing facility for thought, strategy, and inflicting suffering. Generally though he's very chill!
Hey everyone, I know y’all don’t know me too much for my writing but I’m inspired and want to write little prompt replies. Who wants to humour me?
"fun fact," Cayn panted, "wombats are not cute and cuddly."
"less trivia, more running," Mal snapped, grabbing Cayn's elbow and yanking him along when he started to slow for another look at the beast chasing them. Mal refused to look back. This had been a stupid idea from the start, and he was, as frequently happened, regretting getting involved in one of Cayn’s harebrained schemes.
They leapt a fallen tree, scrambling up a loose escarpment and over a dilapidated stone wall before the snarls and crashing underbrush sounds faded away. Mal finally loosened his grip on his friend, collapsing to the ground and shooting Cayn a disgruntled look.
“Honestly, smartest mage in our generation,” He growled in a mocking tone, peeling back the hem of his robe to inspect the throbbing bite marks on his calves. “Really. Smartest.” He tore a strip off of his sleeve to dab away the blood to inspect the wounds better. “Where the elders drunk on palm wine when they said that? Most harebrained perhaps, all face but fluff for brains, nothing going on behind those ey—“
“You came too!” Cayn grinned, inspecting his own limbs for wounds and finding nothing too serious.
“Yeah because someone has to keep your fluff-brained ass alive!” Mal snarled to Cayn’s blissfully unconcerned face.
“Ah, and you do such a good jo-ob!” Cayn jumped to his feet, dancing cheerfully away from Mal’s frustrated swipe.
💬 You actually think clubs are stupid but you can't admit it now
Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.
From the prompt list, how about 89 and tarlos
Prompt #89: dancing in the rain
When We’re Dancing Under the Rain
Chatting with Michelle, Carlos didn’t even miss a beat when he felt arms slide around him from behind. Leaning back into TK’s embrace, he twisted his head slightly to kiss TK’s temple, before his eyes fell on the plate now held in front of him.
“There were only a few brownies left, and I know how much you wanted one,” TK said with a grin, breaking off a piece and putting it to Carlos’ lips. Carlos kissed TK’s fingers before taking the proffered bite into his mouth.
“Ugh, sickening,” Michelle teased, rolling her eyes. “Shouldn’t the honeymoon phase have been over by now? It’s been over a year since the wedding.”
“One year, three months, and two days,” Carlos answered back, smirking as Michelle groaned.
“Isn’t my husband just the smartest and hottest person alive?” TK said with a mischievous smile, “and the things he does in bed, I-“
“You win, you win, I’ll give you two some alone time!” Michelle covered her ears with a loud laugh, patting Carlos on the cheek before lightly slugging TK in the shoulder as she passed.
“That is one strong woman,” TK grumbled, but he was laughing as he rubbed the spot Michelle’s fist had grazed. “Kiss and make it all better?” He turned Carlos in his arms, offering up a pout.
“She’s right, you’re sickening,” Carlos teased, leaning in to kiss TK’s lips softly. “And we’re in public, baby. Family and friends everywhere.”
Glancing around them, TK smiled. These backyard gatherings had become a tradition since even before their wedding. Their friends and family eating, drinking, and relaxing together whenever shifts and schedules matched up.
They usually lucked out with the weather, but as TK looked around, he realized the previously blue sky had been suddenly swamped by gray clouds. Just as suddenly, the rain started, a downpour washing paper plates and crumbs off the tables, and sending people scattering for cover. The kids present abandoned their slices of cake and bowls of ice cream to run through the mud, screaming with laughter as the water splashed down around them.
TK grabbed Carlos’ hand, ready to run with him into the house, but Carlos tugged him back, securing him in his arms again.
“Do you hear that?” Carlos asked with a smile, and TK listened, as the faint strains of a song managed to make itself heard over the rain.
“The song we had our first dance to at our wedding,” TK answered, a soft smile stealing across his face as he looked at Carlos.
“May I have this dance?” Carlos asked, his arms wrapping around TK’s waist, and TK laughed, nodding as he looped his arms around Carlos’ neck and lay his head on his chest. They swayed together, unaware of Michelle filming them through the window, a grin on her face.
“We are sickening,” TK mumbled into Carlos’ shirt, voice light with laughter. “And soaked.”
“Look at it this way, Tiger,” Carlos whispered into TK’s ear, “we have to get out of these wet clothes afterwards.”
“Dancing and dessert,” TK said with a mischievous grin and a wink, and Carlos shook his head, laughing as he kissed TK softly.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Carlos answered, and they stood in the middle of the waterlogged backyard, softly singing along with the song, trading kisses, swaying to the song still making its way through the storm.
Title from Rain by Ben Platt. If you’d like to leave me prompts, you can go here or here !
// 💭 + ❌ //
Send me a 💭 and I’ll draw a memory of my muse!
❌ A memory the muse doesn’t want to remember
Seeing his empty body limp in his abyss.
Seeing how much it had changed without him knowing.
