Morri as a Cabaret singer. @ribbedxgloves (Photo credit to owners. I own none of them.)
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Morri as a Cabaret singer. @ribbedxgloves (Photo credit to owners. I own none of them.)
Freyr was asleep on the couch -- the aftermath of a cuddling and reading session -- when the doorbell rang. Hailey put down the duster next to the TV and rushed to the door. When she opened it, her face fell and formed a little smile at once.
Brent.
She was so, so happy to see him, but...
“Hey...how have you been? What are you doing here?”
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The Corruption Begins||Colette and Chaos
"Everything you say? What does that entail?"
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The Dragon growled at Colette and then made his best impression of Martin. He pouted and fixed her with a pitying smile. “He worships the ground the Atlantean steps on…” He gripped her shoulder, as if he was feeding on her insecurities. “And that makes you angry, doesn’t it… you were never worshipped… and that K I L L S you…”
@beastlynecromancer is one of the most passionate, creative, unifying people ever. All her OCs are so well fleshed out as if they're real people. All their interactions are interesting. Everything she writes holds beauty in it. I met many amazing people through her, and even when her muse is fickle, she never fails to get back on track and grab my heart and my muses' hearts again.
@beastlynecromancer wanted a starter! (for Apollymi)
Geist looked to the other person head tilted.
“What might you want?” He asked, red eyes trained on them. “If you seek an exorcism from me, you’re out of luck. I don’t exactly do those much, anymore. But...if you’re seeking bloodshed..”
A wide toothy grin appeared on his face, a cackle escaping him entirely.
“Then, I might be happy to assist~!”
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[Text: Brent] Hello to you to. Literally the only thing I can say back to this is either say sorry or send more.
[Text: Brent] Actually just send more
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Finding Family
@beastlynecromancer wanted to help Kamiizumi find out about his birth parents! (for any of your muses, because I have no idea which one to choose from)
It was about time he got to this search.
Kamiizumi knew that this was a personal quest to undertake. He knew Edea was busy being the Grand Marshal, he didn’t want to disturb his best friend Braev about it, and he wasn’t sure if he should tell any of his past allies or friends like family about it, either.
...he never knew his parents. It was highly personal, and one would usually ask those he considered close to help them find said parents, but Kamiizumi didn’t want to, well, make anyone horrendously worried.
He had to do this himself. Or with as minimal help as possible. Hence why he got a total stranger to help him. Perhaps they weren’t necessarily completely a stranger, per se, but...compared to others, they were a stranger to the Swordmaster.
“I need you to help summon the spirit of my master.” He managed. “He’s dead, but if I can get into communication with him, he might know something about my birth parents. I...I need to find out who they are. I just need to know.”
@beastlynecromancer wanted a starter!
Finley grabbed a notepad and pen as she made her way to the table. There was already a customer here today, and that was always fun. A lot of them came for the cats, she knew, and others for the food. Some came for both, which was always good. It always meant that there was business. Said customer had been handed the menu for today, so at least she didn’t have to worry about that.
It was morning, so business was slow, but at least there were people for once. That was nice.
“Good morning! Welcome to A Cat’s Paw! May I—”
Her throat nearly closed up at the sight of him.
Oh shit. He’s hot.
She cleared her throat a little, offering him a grin. “May I, uh, take your order? Is there any drink you’d like first, perhaps?”