#haenns

[mastersnowdrift]

★

Send my muse a "★" and they'll admit their first impressions of your muse.

"I've never seen them. But..." the big Pandaren is presented with a picture. "Ah. The hair stands out. Definitely portrays...a sheen of brilliance. Perhaps it is an outward sign of their ego?"

egos do not work that way Snowdrift

[psihomerun-blog]

♪

"♫ It don’t take money, and it don’t take fame don’t need no credit card to ride this train tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel you won’t feel nothin’ till you feel you feel the power, just feel the power of love”

[outonbadbehaviour]

haenns replied to your post:旦 whispers duhh

why do all our muses hit the fast food outlets together im crying its our trope

OH NO IT'S TRUE??

[metalloanima]

haenns

"....Wow. I can't say that I know you well, or, uh, at all, but can I just say that you dress to impress? That's a real Champion's look you've got on you." Well, Steven, in the end, took at least a little pride in his appearance, and seeing someone else who worked on their image was something he could appreciate.

There was something about those eyes, though...

[consumat]

☠

☠ - NOTP for my muse

(COUGHS AS I PULL OUT A LONG LIST) Haha no, but I really have a strong dislike for Ayato/Kaneki. Doesn't make sense in the slightest to me and I'm pretty sure Ayato dislikes him? I mean, come on Kaneki broke half the bones in his body. It just wouldn't work out man...

[kxmisture-blog1]

haenns

With a confident mask plastered across the Gym Leader's features, Elesa surveys her cold surroundings. It would be near impossible to know that she is in fact a new arrival to this cold city thanks to her equally cold visage. There is no reason at all to show signs of weakness towards others, particularly when she has no indication of the dangers the other citizens may provide.

Her Emolga, however, is another issue entirely. In a manner that is completely opposite to her trainer, the Pokemon scurries about, her tail and ears twitching rapidly. While never far from Elesa's reach, the creature darts around almost constantly. Sometimes, such as right now, she's managed to rein the creature in, cradling her in her arms tightly.

There's a pleasant appearing cafe nearby, and Elesa, feeling a slight rumble in her stomach, decides to visit. She barely enters through the glass doors, when the Pokemon squirms around once more. With a loud clatter, Emolga darts into the lap of a well dressed man, spilling his drink in his lap.

"Emolga! I've been patient with you so far, but if you insist on being so foolish, I'm returning you to your ball." Elesa's voice is slightly strained, for an enemy here this early is a very worrying thought. "Please, excuse me, sir. My Emolga doesn't usually misbehave this way. We're new arrivals, you see."