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@agent-candyfloss asked:

🌞 - for my muse to push your muse out of the sunlight. (for Seven) (can't resist a fuck the sun moment lol)

A VAMPIRE SYMBOL MEME .

With how much he had royally fucked this up - it honestly was tempting just to end it all. Thoughts like these, tended not to take hold often, tended to be passing thoughts that he never took action on. He needed to live for his brother’s sake, that was what he told himself again and again - yet... he’d failed in that one mission. He’d failed to protect the one that he wished to keep safe, no matter the personal cost.

The sun - even while alive, he’d never been one to enjoy its rays - the type to burn easily, due to being locked away in a bunker for the majority of his life. He liked the wind, the rain, the cold mist on a winter’s evening, but the sun? It’d always been too blinding, too hot, too annoying. A fitting end then - to end everything, to vanish from the world, before he could harm more of those that he loved.

He’d barely taken a step forward though, before he felt hands against his chest, golden eyes staring in horror at the pink haired woman to have pushed him back into the shade, his hand quickly grabbing hold of her wrist, tugging her forwards as he fell backwards, a soft yelp heard as they toppled to the ground. If his heart still pulsed, it would be racing now. “You idiot! You could have been hurt!”, he sighs, arms wrapping gently around Anikka, eyes closing over as a few tears fall from the corner of his eyes. He just wanted this all to end, for this pain to fade...but he hadn’t paused to think on those around him, who for some reason cared for him, still. Despite all he’d done, all that he’d failed to protect.

#agent-candyfloss #agentcandyfloss #AU: Vampire AU #Muse: Seven #Fandom - Mystic Messenger #Wishing Upon A Star (Asks)#tw: sucidal thoughts

@agent-candyfloss asked for a Starter

Sometimes, hunger could be a powerful motivator. Beyond his desire to never bring harm to another person - when he found himself stealing some meat that had been left out for a cat of dog, he decided that it was about time that he tried to secure himself some Mora. But how? He had no talents to turn to, other than stealing and being difficult to catch afterwards. It was a skill his mother had taught him from such an early age, but he hated it all the same.

One hand shifted to rest against the cold vision that pulsed with the faintest of energy. He’d never used the full power of the vision before, but he knew a way to channel the cyro energy in such a way that it could slow down his chosen victim - this time a pink haired woman, a deep breath of icy air taken before, with a click of his fingers, the ice wrapped it’s way around Anikka’s body - a think layer of ice to slow down her reactions as the child quickly snatched what he hoped to be her purse, before quickly fleeing from the scene.

#agent-candyfloss #agentcandyfloss #Time Frozen Still - Genshin Impact Verse #Muse: Rai #//he's a good kid at heart xDD

@agent-candyfloss asked: “Did you hear that?”

Late Nights - still accepting

The second they had stepped outside on Yokohama’s streets, Miran felt shudders going down her spine. It was past midnight, the air outside rather fresh and clouds hid the stars twinkling over their heads. Yet due to the bright lights of the city even at this time of the day enlightened the dead, empty streets. Cars would drive past them there and then - but the lack of just literally everything that had been there during day or at least late evening made the young heiress rather uncomfortable. If not even paranoid.

Especially after Anikka’s words, that caused the young woman to turn around quickly in mild panic.

Nothing was there. Nobody followed them… or if somebody did they hid really well in the shadows, tall buildings were still capable to draw. Miran swallowed nervously, turning her face back to the pink haired woman, “ I… I heard nothing. Are we in danger?. “.

“ I’m still too young and beautiful to die. Maybe we should go back. I know I really wanted some fresh air but… those streets feel haunted at such hour. “

#{ Heiress of Pain ( Main )}#{ Two steps from business ( Queue )}#agentcandyfloss #agent-candyfloss

@agent-candyfloss asked : 🍺

Send 🍺 for a really drunk sylvie / accepting

“Oh my archons, you look adorable, postively so — your hair is so cute? And those curls, gorgeous ... do you do your own hair?” Their voice was slurred a little from the alcohol, but their eyes were glimmering; of course they’d take the opportunity to compliment someone pretty!

#[ AUUU thank u for sending in... ]#[ u get stuck with a sylvie who wants to comb and braid her hair hHFDSNESHG ]#agentcandyfloss #SYLVIE // ANSWERED.

@agent-candyfloss asked: "It wasn't me, I swear!" (For Sehun)

Misunderstand sentence - still accepting

Books were scattered on the wooden floor, pens and other utensils he used for studying spread on his desk. His apartment existing of one, big room with couch, TV and a kitchen underneath the platform on which his, now messy, bed stood, looked as if a storm had raged through. If he would have hoarded rocks, he probably would jokingly say ‘that no stone was left unturned’ in here. However, right now he didn’t feel like saying such thing anyway.

He was too shook.

Just what on earth had happened? And why stood Anikka in here?

“ Were you chasing a rat? “, he asked, no hint of anger in his voice, though the curiosity was clear. Even more was clear however, that he didn’t buy it that this hadn’t been her. Nobody would be nice enough to break into his four walls just to steal his homeworks or anything else he needed to do for university.

...how nice would it be, if he could just tell his professor that he couldn’t finish something because it was stolen? Finally setting a food into the apartment, he had only just opened the door, he examined the surroundings in which he always had felt rather comfortable and safe.

“ If you searched for some brain exploding idea that could change the world of medicine, I gotta disappoint you. “, well, perhaps he was still in the mood to crack a joke after all.

#{ Sehun Lee }#{ Sehun ( Post Game ( MM )): New path to go }#{ Queue: Reality called; it wants its sock back }#agentcandyfloss #agent-candyfloss

@agent-candyfloss asked: [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

Nonverbal Memes - no longer accepting

In shock, Miran looked at the gun the young man in front of the two women held. Was she aware just how dangerous the streets outside were, especially for those of wealth, she would somehow still never have thought to ever cross paths with a situation as such. Of her life being threatened for a short time being unless she’d give the person, who’s face was hidden underneath a wide hood, all her money.

The more glad the young heiress had been to have the other woman on her side, who apparently had noticed the seriousness so much quicker. So now, Miran stood behind her. Couldn’t help still however, but to swallow down in nervous manner, while gently grabbing the shoulder of the other woman.

“ Let’s just... go... okay? Maybe he’s just bluffing? “

#{ Heiress of Pain ( Main )}#{ Busy life of a heiress ( Queue )}#threat tw #gun tw #agentcandyfloss #agent-candyfloss

@agent-candyfloss asked:

12. my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them. (For Seven)

A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME.

For the longest of times - he’d never truly feared death. As long as Saeran and those he cared for were safe, then that was all that mattered. He’d thrown his own life away when he was fifteen - no, even before he met Rika and V, he’d sworn to protect Saeran no matter the personal cost. His own life had never carried much meaning. It was why he could toss himself head first into danger and afford to be as lazy as he was when it came to work that bored him to death. He only met those deadlines for Vanderwoods sake. He only fought to survive so he could hold onto the power to keep his brother safe. He only became a member of RFA because V had requested it and he owned him so much.

When had that feeling started to change? When had he started to fight to survive for his own reasons? It took all this drama with his father to make him realise that he didn’t actually wish to die - though that was difficult to admit to. All he knew was when Anikka ran towards him in the hospital and basically threw herself into his arms despite the blood that still coated his skin, he felt tears finally building up and freely falling. So much was happening all at once but right now, he concentrated fully on the girl in his arms, kissing the top of her head gently once they’d both had time to catch back their breaths.

“I’m...I’m sorry...”, he apologised as he allowed himself to be lead over to the private bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as Anikka ran a warm bath for him, “...I was rather reckless...wasn’t I?”. There was so much that he needed to explain to her and yet he didn’t even know where to start. Getting rid of the blood might be the best course of action for now - least the doctors hired by Jumin didn’t ask too many questions.

Carefully, he lowered himself into the warm water, hissing slightly as the water rubbed against old wounds and new alike, hands balling up into fists by either side as he tried to catch back his breath. But - she was so gentle, why would he think otherwise? For a few seconds, all he could do was sit there in a sort of daze, watching the slow and careful movements from the other agent, eventually moving a shaky hand over her own, gently helping to clean off the dried blood from old and new wounds alike. “...I’m...”, he swallowed and leaned in to rest his head gently against hers, “I missed you”.

#agent-candyfloss #agentcandyfloss #Verse08 - Routes The Stars Chose - After Endings #Muse: Seven #[[Lucky Seven For The Candy Princess - Seven x Anikka(AgentCandyfloss)]]#tw: blood #tw: death mention #tw: injuries #//ask to tag #Wishing Upon A Star (Asks)

@agent-candyfloss asked: [ text ]: I feel like I was in a fist fight with a bear. I’ve yet to decide whether I feel like I’ve won.

Text messages

Reading the message on her phone, Miran was quite caught by a surprise. What did she mean she felt like she had a fist fight with a bear?! Eyes of azure blinked rapidly, before her fingers glided over the displayed keyboard on her phone’s screen. Letters and words were written, just to be deleted again. The blonde heiress at lose just what she should write.