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Hopefully that means Demetri will turn admin and she won’t be dessert.
“Tell me"
If you snuck into my room I would:
[ x ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”[ ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry
If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:
[ x ] Kiss or hug you back [ x ] Smile and laugh[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you
If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:
[ ] No [ x ] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ x ] Without hesitation.
You are:
[ x ] Cute [ x ] Adorable [ x ] Attractive [ x ] Beautiful[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer
You are to me a:
[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend [ x ] Love [ ] Rival [ ] Enemy
I find you to be:
[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ x ] Intriguing [ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [ ] Infuriating [ x ] Pleasant company [ x ] Comforting [ ] Unable to be lived without [ x ] Trustworthy
🎨
Muse skillset symbol meme. Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!
🎨 — art
Eva is hopeless when it comes to art. She has no talent - and she knows this - when it comes to drawing, sketching, painting, etc. Her teachers have always told her that there is no right way to do art, as it’s always an individual’s perception on the art, but Eva knows her attempts aren’t “award winning”. Despite not having a talent for art, she is rather creative in the way she cooks her food, even how she displays her food. She can get rather creative in terms of cooking and that may be considered an “art form” but it’s not exactly the same as art done by drawing and painting.
Seven Devils...
@demetriel
Kate didn’t know why the tracker had been following her for days, as she had left her sister and her ‘extended’ family behind in Alaska with the knowing that she would return.
Swearing to Tanya that she would return and to not dare step foot in Italy, at all as she wanted vengeance. She had wanted it since the moment Caius gave the order for Irina to be ripped apart and burned.
It made her furious deep down inside, as she was forever mourning the loss of not only her mother/her creator Sasha who was executed long ago but now her dear beautiful sister, Irina. All because of false information.
So after going down a dark alley-way, late at night in Paris. The pale blonde haired dark eyed vampire stopped suddenly, and seemed to be glaring in one direction.
“Keep following me, and you’ll soon know how powerful I am as I’ll bring you to your knees, tracker.”
Meeting a stranger.
( @demetriel )
Primrose was out. She wasn’t outside the house as often as she used to and when she did it was usually to run errands. But tonight she was out for a stroll and nothing more than that. As she stepped outside and headed nowhere in particular she recognized the large, scruffy cat she called Buttercup rolling about on the pavement and decided to take him with her.
With the animal in her arms, Primrose walked and walked as she softly stroked the bundle of red fur until he became to heavy for her to carry around for much longer and she put him down, watching as it stood and looked up at her in puzzlement for a moment, almost as if he wondered what he had done wrong to deserve this. Prim smiled down at him and was about to tell him that it wasn’t his fault when Buttercup’s head snapped away from her to gaze at something the blonde could not see. She followed him with her eyes when he suddenly turned around and sped off into the other direction.
Prim stood in wonder, eyes wandering back to the spot the cat she once saved had been staring at.
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Send a “ϟ” for my muse’s reaction to your’s running their fingers along a scar on my muse’s body
Isabelle sighed softly as she felt his fingers trail along the scar that was painted across her shoulder. She remembered the day she had received it as if it were just yesterday. His touch was so soft and cool, however, that she didn’t flinch or move suddenly. She turned her head so she could look at him, “Hi.” She smiled faintly.
♛
Send me a chess piece
♛ – Black Queen — Do you have any hidden talents?
I can sing. Over the last few decades if I was bored enough I would practice some gymnastic moves I would teach myself, like backbends and flips and whatnot.
{ ;;demetriel }
{ How fast does she need to run to get lost in the smell of human? }