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[casperhahn]

have u ever smooched a boy

“Yes.”

[fiery-witch]

✧

I would kill you. (She told him this) ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[casperhahn]

This wasn’t the typical place that the young shifter would have been found at, but these were special circumstances. The House of Shadow was a rather rare experience and Casper had always been interested in the craft, after all it was linked to history in film. Being in this line of work sometimes meant going through some of the more dull things for the greater good. Many of his various ideas had actually come from these kinds of things and though going slow wasn’t always his forte, the shifter appreciated history. From cut outs in glass to paper mechanisms, all were neatly displayed as he casually walked through. A large grin plastered on his face, eyes glowing as if he were a child as one of the creations caught it. One angle displayed a grotesque creature with horns and warts on the face while the shadow was that of a beautiful being, otherworldly even. The message was clear; finding inner beauty, beauty in the eye of the beholder. Suddenly several ideas came to mind. Just seeds planted that would grow more over time, shift and become a more solid vision. However, that didn’t stop his mouth from muttering various things allowed to track the pattern. That or it just helped to hear himself speak, “Nightmare that entrances you like a Siren to Sailors— could be a good small bit, I suppose. I bit Freddy. Shit’s still fire.”

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[nixonreynolds]

👏

“Tranquilitea, right? I mean, you could’ve been more subtle about your virginity.”

[silaskyun]

🔪

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

    “I don’t know his name, I just know that my hunger was so strong and ravenous that I couldn’t help myself in that moment. It was the first and last time I completely fed, now trying my best to never feed on the same creature.”

[rimonakyun-corinth]

💩 😜

💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires.

    “Currently no one, but that could easily change.”

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.

    “Ali Wong has a direct line to my funny bone.”

[fiery-witch]

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“That is exactly why I can’t stop. You told me that you would come with me to see the sunrise and that cannot happen with your ass in bed, so get up.” Vivian nudged the shifter towards the edge of the bed. “The next little nudge and you will go tumbling down faster than Humpty Dumpty.” She sat up staring down at him with her arms crossed. There was a playful, and yet somehow still powerful, pout on her lips. Her deep brown eyes, almost black looking down at him as she focused on what his next move would be. “You wouldn’t want to be known as the jerk who stood me up at sunrise? Now would you?” 

[casperhahn]

There was something familiar about the inside of Adrian’s apartment, a kind of warmth that the coyote had experienced in his past. Walls littered with various colored books, articles of clothing in unusual places due to a stray thought, and papers with scribbled notes from whatever came to the fellow shifters mind. Casper loved that about him, that quality of curiosity that they both seemed to share. Difference was that Adrian looked further, deeper into things than Casper was usually known for and the whole idea of studying didn’t appeal to him. He was more likely to learn from living and experience than from textbooks. In that regard, Adrian was a good influence and someone the shifter needed around him. Especially with the recent chaos being so far away from his family and unable to help. He trusted the fellow shifter, knew that their Fenrir bond would keep them tied together until the very end.

That’s why Adrian’s place became the fort they both needed during the fog, as unexpected as that had been for the both of them. The two had been casually on the roof, sipping wine and talking too loud when it rolled in. When their insides suddenly itched and the desire to shift outweigh anything they previously were doing before. “What do you think it means?” Casper asked as he sunk into the pillowed floor couch and pulled a repurposed mint tin from his pocket. He had vaguely heard of the events prior to landing, where Scylla was found murdered, and popped open the tin to reveal a few rolled joints, “I’ve only seen a fog that dense back home.”

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