#arathief

[gundamnd]

I FOUND YOU, FAKER

“ faker? ha. YOU’RE not even GOOD enough to be my fake. not a hedgehog, nor even a crafty human ... just a gnat. a boneless, formless, meaningless amoeba. how does that feel? soul-crushing? right ... now then ... need a demonstration, or is that ADEQUATE enough for you? “

[shrapnelsong]

     Tonight’s performance had been purchased by an old client, and custom tailored to one man in the audience - from the cut of her dress and the drape of her hair all the way down to the order of each individual song. Despite the chemistry with her singing partner, her attention was turned to the audience as they crafted a smoky, sultry mood, green eyes flittering from one face to the next, lingering ever so gently on her target’s. 

“Then I’d just fade into you. In your heart, in your head, in your arms, in your bed, under your skin. Til there’s no way to know where you end, and where I begin...”

Her focus slipped for a fraction of a section when even in the dimly lit lounge she recognized a particularly famous - or perhaps infamous - person in the crowd, the edges of her lips tipping into the ghost of a smile. Of course she’d heard tales of Mister Lupin the Third, and as she stepped down from the small stage and made her way to the bar to get a drink, she couldn’t help glancing his way. 

@arathief​ wanted a jazzy vibe~

[citialiin]

             ☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH : @arathief​

     THE DRESSING rack should not be sentient.

     IT’S UNDERSTANDABLE, then, how much it perturbs him that it’s managing to move on its own.  The redhead could very well be seeing things -- after all, once’s he’s taken a little but of everything, it inevitably surmounts to a lot -- and it isn’t too uncharacteristic for his addled mind to play some rather cruel tricks on him when in the throes of intoxication.  He carefully, slowly, rises to his sky-high heels, steadying himself against the dressing room table through a perilous little wobble.  A cautious step is taken -- as a precaution, he snatches a stray hanger, just in case, and takes another.  

     IT’S PROBABLY nothing: nine times out of ten it’s his imagination, and the singular remaining time it’s just some desperate groupie or obsessed fan who scares the metric shit out of him but inevitably means no harm.  Thus, with his thin arm stretched forth, the tips of his finger brush against the flashy clothing neatly hung upon the rack, and he snatches a fistful of fabric to fling it to the side, staggering backwards in nascent shock. 

     HE WIELDS the hanger with all the threatening fury of a rail-thin twig clad in kitsch and old glitter, struggling to look sufficiently menacing when he’s certain he looks abjectly terrified.  ❝ G-Get out of my room !! ❞ he stammers, and he gives an angry swipe with the hanger to show he really isn’t messing around.  ❝ Get out, now, ❞ he demands, ❝ or I-I’ll call security !! ❞

[unwcvering]

@arathief​ said  — ∞ gibe me one for lupin too !! if that is okay :3

send ∞ to hear how waver thinks about u || accepting

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning || HE IS ATTRACTIVE OKAY 

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life ||

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! ||

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

[manlyspirit]

∞ !!

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you... ( accepting )

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

[unwcvering]

@arathief​ said  —

❝ it’s a thankless job , but somebody’s got to do it . ❞

sentence meme || no longer accepting

       “Thankless? Teaching isn’t something I do because I want gratitude.” Then again, being a professor wasn’t thankless by any means of the definition. His students were the product of his work, and being able to see them grow and become better versions of themselves, that was enough for him. Praise from his peers and an abundance of thankful words were no more than mere passing memories; what mattered to him was the sense of pride upon seeing his students on graduation, watching them surpass him. 

       Draping his arm around the back of his chair, El-Melloi II drank deeply from his glass and sighed, pointing a finger in Lupin’s direction. “You ought to speak more highly of the profession than ‘somebody’s got to do it.’ True, yes. Professors and teachers are needed, but their reasons are not always as simple as filling a role. For myself...” Stoic features turned somewhat contemplative, choosing to be more careful in how he spoke for fear of exposing the magical realm where he existed. Spinning the neck of his wine glass between finger and thumb, he eventually pushed the empty thing away. “Ah, I believe I’ve drank enough for an afternoon and said too much. No one wants to listen to dull rambling of a tired professor.”