#daemonhrt

[papillionsoul]

🌙 which planet matches your muses personality?☀️

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@daemonhrt entered the Dark Magic Club

“Ahh!! Noooo it’s too bright!!” Maybe learning to read auras with Reiko hadn’t been Nekozawa’s brightest idea. Sure it was fun at first but now it was different, whoever this stranger was they shined like the sun. Perhaps even brighter then the sun! They were indoors yet Nekozawa felt he was staring directly at the day star that had cursed him since childhood. He quickly turned his head away, rubbing at his eyes and looking once more at the stranger. He blinks a few times before finally able to see normally again and finding the stranger to be a girl who did look very kind. He stares a moment seemingly perplexed by her before finally asking  “Are you... Perhaps an angel of mercy to this dreaded world?”

[dominatie]

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS || No longer accepting!

Wow! Soma stared at her skeptically, like he couldn’t believe she was really doing that to him. Weren’t you supposed to be respectful towards your upperclassmen? Soma may not be attending her fancy, rich-person high school, but he was still in college. That meant something, right?

Not that...Soma was actually in any way offended. He just crossed his arms and tilted his head.

And then stuck his tongue back out at her in return. That’d show her. 

@daemonhrt

[dominatie]

“ err ... it’s not creepy ! it’s just … well, it's not okay.”

Baby Asks || Accepting!!

“You think so?” Soma let out a quiet laugh and propped his head upon his hand. He couldn’t keep the wide grin from spreading across his cheeks. Though he was facing her, his eyes were following a few bats swooping back and forth over their heads. 

“Want me to shoo them away?”

[zlatnivitez]

“ Give it back ! ”

200 WRITING PROMPTS   //    accepting

❛  or else what,  you're gonna call the zombie cops on me  ?   c’mon,  can’t you take a joke  ....  ?   ❜   HE’S FOOLING AROUND. GIVEN   that the two had a moment to relieve their energy before heading out   &   investigating of whatever was left of   zombie city,  he figured having the tension loosened up with light teasing might whirl an awkward aura which kept surrounding the two.   steve slightly relents when icy eyes meet with vibrant, pink ones before finally lowering the gun  &  handing it over.   ❛  guess you’re not up for this kinda humor,  huh ...  ?  doesn’t matter,  you’re still helluva short.  makes me wonder how’re you gonna hold a shotgun.  ❜

[zlatnivitez]

until the outbreak, she's never held a gun-- the weight of which feels more than anything she's held before in her hands. if she failed to use it properly, she could die. she's anxious, her nerves unsteady but she's been quiet about her thoughts. after all, how is anyone to rely on her if she doesn't know what she's doing ? finally, she speaks up to break the deafening silence, " aren't you at least a little anxious ? "

UNPROMPTED   /   always accepting

THE STENCH OF DEATH  almost makes him sick, even if his nostrils long grown used to smell of spilled flesh. the city was in blazing fire with its’ residents gradually decreasing due to an outbreak caused by an infection, he thinks. seeing death face to face wasn’t new to steve  &  neither would be the sensation of bitterness. luckily, there were survivors but god was he reluctant on cooperating with them.   -   don’t let them break your walls, ever again. 

the girl’s innocuous question baffles him for a brief period before blinking  &  running his fingers around the golden luger.   ❛  why asking that  ?  ❜  harshly responding, steve looks back at his companion as he leans ‘gainst the wall.  ❛  i’m not gonna mope around like a damsel in distress just ‘cuz i’m scared. swallow it up  &  push on,  that’s all.  ❜   watch how icarus flung himself without thinking but melted his wings off.  ❛  besides, i don’t think we’ve got a choice here. either party with those freaks  &  die in this city or fight your own damn life. pick your treat.  ❜ 

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❝ what you gonna do now ? ❞

Everyone in Hadestown deserves better 2k4ever || Accepting

It was a good question. There wasn’t much he could do without his robe and wig. He felt foolish for losing it, though he silently had to wonder if he’d really lost them or if this was a cruel prank. What he wanted to do was stay in this room until nightfall and he could walk home or to a pay phone. But then he’d just make everyone at home worry, which was something he didn’t want to do. His choices were either brave the sun in search for his missing items or wait. He lets out a sigh and leans against the door. 

“Die most likely.” An exaggeration, he probably wouldn’t die. It would just feel like he was going to. None the less he straightens his posture takes a nervous glance out the window before quickly closing the curtain again and jumping away from it like it had bitten him. “Or perhaps I’ll just pray to the dark gods for a sudden rainstorm! I could leave then!”