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https://href.li/?https://picrew.me/image_maker/701767 (Not good with links. Stole this from xdeerhealerx.)
I imagine this to be her causal city clothes she would wear out on a walk. It strangely reminds me of The World Ends With You. It’s different from her fancy or comfortable clothes but if it’s cold out, she’d wear this.
Hi can I get a male Muse of Rage? Love your designs!
thank you! here's your male muse of rage :D
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madmendreamofturingmachines Ven was walking through the rainy streets of England, a cigarette between his lips. The rain had never bothered him, but he'd carried an umbrella with him today out of pure instinct. When he saw the dark haired man struggling to hold a paper above his head to shield him from the cascade of natural water, the redheaded boy couldn't help himself. Popping the umbrella open and shielding the older man from the downpour, Ven gave a hearty smirk and flicked ashes off the tip of his cigarette. "Damned rain ruins everything." He laughed softly. His voice was dark and raw.
Lexi was sitting in the back of her workshop, around the corner from the front door, as she worked on forming a vase that she had been asked to make. Somehow, she heard the sound of the door opening and closing over the noise of the pottery wheel, but she knew she couldn’t stop while in the middle of the formation. “I’ll be right there!” she called, working to finish as quickly as possible.
When she got to a place she could leave the clay, she stood and walked around the corner, wiping her hands on her apron as she went. But who she saw standing there was just about the last person she had expected.
“Oh. I was expecting a customer…”
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Lexi was twirling her pencil through her hair absentmindedly, staring off into space as she thought over the project she’d been called to do. It was supposed to be 50′s style, and that wasn’t a style she was entirely familiar with.
After a moment, she came back to herself, realizing there was someone standing right where she had been staring.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t staring, promise! Just a little…lost in my thoughts.”
