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(Damn, ok Toby, Deltarune in 2 days)
“ ~Keep doing that.”
Lorraine giggled, sitting behind Margaret as she braided the other woman’s hair. At the moment, she’d swept the chestnut locks to one side and was nuzzling her neck, planting soft kisses on her skin. It hadn’t been their intention to end up like this, or at least it hadn’t been hers, but somehow it just felt natural.
“I’m kissing you, you know,” she said softly to reassure the little part of her that wondered if she was taking advantage of the situation, though she made no move to stop.
@seeingwords ( ☠ )
❛ what if we don’t? or- what’s worse: never finding her or finding her like-? ❜ like ryan. like rose. like all the people around them who had ended up dead. jeff wanted jessa back, but he wanted her back in one piece. the constant wondering, the constant hoping felt like too much for him to take some days. but would finding her lifeless body torn to shreds by that fucking creature bring him any sort of closure? because when he thought about that outcome, it felt like it would just be the final nail in his own coffin.
▒╳ ; @eldingaesir
Form tenses when doors are brought open, expecting there to be another guard checking upon the single living relic. Word can tend to spread like crazed wildfire under the right conditions; there’s worry linked to the thought of other’s knowing of her concealed DISAPPEARANCES to midgard. She’s in just as much trouble as the trickster, meant to be locked away for only Odin knows how much longer - yet, one can’t keep a being of the universe stilled for so long.
So when cerulean gaze arises and finds a familiar face, she grows just a minuscule bit lax, head tilting like curious doe than stilled.
“ - THOR ? “
❝ shhh! ❞ she hisses softly, glancing toward the door to her bedroom. her mother and father are about to leave, but haven’t gone QUITE yet. she knows that they’re downstairs, but she doesn’t know if they’ll hear him and come rushing up. when she’s sure that her parents aren’t going to come bursting in, she walks toward her stereo and turns the volume up just loud enough so that they can’t be heard talking. then, she crosses to the window and reaches a hand out to him. ❝ you know, the last time you tried this you almost fell out of the tree and broke something. ❞
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“MRS. PRIESTLY,” she corrected, and it was an amusing bit of correction; most women didn’t like to sound older than they already are, but Diana was clearly not like most women. “Do you remember anything about taking a leisurely walk in the woods, Miss Frankenstein?”
The house was Diana’s OWN, having been part of an inheritance that was bequeathed to her upon her father’s passing. It is a house that knew no other inhabitant other than its owner, and although her husband KNEW of the house, he’s never set foot in it due to it being so far away from their family home. She had found Miss Lily Frankenstein unconscious during her latest evening walks, and although it was relatively easy to carry the woman to the house, it was not a light affair; for some strange reason, Diana felt incredibly UNEASY throughout the journey to her inherited house. Watchful eyes never rest, whether it’s from other sources, or Diana’s own.
“Drink first,” the woman gently said as she took a glass of water for Miss Frankenstein to drink. Small tilts of the glass were meant to help her drink slowly, bit by bit, and Diana silently took note of the time: 3:15 AM.
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My Opinion on;
Character in general: As I have stated time and time again, Loki is one of my all-time favorite characters. I love the heavy draw on darker elements for Traitor, though - as explained below~How they play them: Okay, listen up. Lemme tell you a thing. What constantly impresses me about Traitor is the continual, on-point portrayal. Built as a dark variant of Loki, that is EXACTLY what he is. Traitor is quite possibly one of the most chill-inducing muses I’ve come across in my time on Tumblr - both because of the mun’s beautiful writing, and his stellar characterization. ‘Keeping to the character’ is one of the hardest things to do, especially when we split them into AU’s and verses of all sorts. But Traitor has this gorgeous consistency in which he is a perfect illustration of fear & rage & distrust and all of these beautifully broken elements. He is unique and I LOVE him and NEVER stop writing.The Mun: I remember when we first met - and yes, I was writing with your Thor muse back then, wasn’t I?! That was so long ago. I am sorely apologetic for the distance that naturally formed over the course of several months, but I am incredibly glad to be reunited now. Unlike Traitor, the mun is SO KIND. And shares my love of horrific plots and whatnot. <3
Do I:
RP with them: YES I DO. I need to post that dark!verse starter, also. This totally reminded me of that. Want to RP with them: HELL YEAH.
What is my;
Overall Opinion: Fantastic muse, fantastic mun - and for very different reasons, thankfully. The muse is such an inspiration, such a natural force of chaos. And the mun is quite possibly one of the first people I ever had the pleasure of role-playing with on this site. I MISSED YOU. <3 <3 <3
*draws a pretty snake and a wolf on his left arm**adds bows and frills*
Meme: Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )
"Hey, now! What are you doing?" He chuckles, watching her draw along his skin.