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jamaaisvu replied to your post: OOC PSA --

– i will add for you that looking at a persons OC muse as if they were the FC is incredibly disrespectful and belittling towards the writer and creator themselves. The OC and FC are different people.

very much so!

[absque-nocte]

‘ wait ‘ - tala

Send me   ‘ wait ‘   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their arm to keep them from leaving  (accepting)

the dragon is letting out a breath. he wasn’t used to people just grabbing  his arm, especially not to get his attention, which he assumed this was. he couldn’t feel any kind of threat around them, though he certainly wasn’t the most powerful being in the world. sadly. 

everything in the bookstore is quiet as tiiren is turning around to face the customer. he doesn’t smile, but he tries to soften his expression to at least not the natural look of wishing to kill everything in his vicinity. resting a warm hand onto the strangers, he’s prying it from his being. “forgive me, is there something wrong with me going to make tea for you? do you not enjoy tea? i believe i have coffee as well.” 

customer service when he was working. customers came first, which was hilarious, considering not long ago he was content with destroying the world and warming his feet with the fire he would use to purify it all. books were a passion that he wanted to share, no matter the person it was to. arms cross over his chest as he waits for their reply.

[absque-nocte]

❛ Don’t you know I’m no good for you? ❜ - Six

BILLIE EILISH LYRICS STARTERS (accepting)

hands clasped in front of her, her fingers are the only part of her that’s moving as she looks at the one in front of her. they had met a few times, mostly accidental (though Yuyu definitely was sure it was her need to to try and help everyone that kept bringing her where he was). The words were understood, to a deeper level than what the angel was sure most others knew, but she wasn’t about to let him know that. instead, a purely worried look is passing through pink and blue eyes. there’s silence coming from her, tiny feet taking her a few steps closer to Six, though not enough to make him feel threatened. 

“I don’t think you realize that you’re actually perfect for me.” she knew the words would sound romantic, though she didn’t mean in it that manner. “I like being around you. You might not trust me, but you’ve let me this close, and all I can ask is that you don’t push me away.” dual colored hair leaning with her head as she keeps her gaze to the other. “I’m not scared, Six.” angels fought much worse, and she had been alive since before humans, and seen it all. 

[absque-nocte]

Murder - Bentley

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.  (Accepting)

The blade sunk deep into the persons chest, breaking through the breast bone easily. there was no wince as the sickening sound echoed between his ears. he had heard it far too many times, enough that he no longer reacted to it. or the gargled noises let out as the victim choked on their blood. it was a nearly every day thing that auguste would hear this, hear people begging for their life, or others begging for the sacrifice to be over. Not many could handle the gore that came with it, and fewer still brought their own sacrifice. So many that said they were willing to do anything to get back so-and-so and yet couldn’t even bring someone to replace the life being brought back.

pathetic.

a deep breath is taken by the necromancer, jerking the blade from the bone. it was the barely there sound of weight being put on bared ground that has him reacting instantly. The threat of the knife being held out wasn’t much, even with blood smeared over the scuffed metal. it was obviously used a lot. dark eyes glance from head to toe of the woman he had turned to face, a snarl on his face. the ritual was disrupted, and he only had a short amount of time to start it back.

with the knife flicking slightly, auguste speaks. “d’ you need something, or can i get back to work?”

[shdwmonarch]

i was told to follow you or i would be a loser and i refuse to be a loser so i hi - im not a loser, a little dumb but not a loser.

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏsᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴍᴇ ʙʙʏ.

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❪ ⋅ ♡ ⋆ — 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : @jamaaisvu​​ : Six           “ are you looking down on me ? ” 

“Well, I’m certainly not looking up at you now am I?” The arrogance that was laced within his tone was getting too much for Astrid to handle. Her eyes stay glued to the thick book in front of her. Oh, what pleasure she would have to slam his head between the pages. Perhaps that would shut him up? “I agreed to a meeting but that does not mean I agreed to this arrogance, be warned Six.” A sigh escaping her lips as she finally looked up at the male in front of her, “what is it you want?”

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dearest naeun, may you have the happiest of birthdays my love. - zevran

How is it that with the simplest of things you manage to make my heart flutter so much? Thank you, my dear. 

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❪ ⋅ ♡ ⋆ — @jamaaisvu​​​.┊naeun & zev ❫

He   was   incredibly   proud  in   his   victory   of   affection   that   was   coupled   with   the   apology,   fingers   pressed   into   her   soft   hair   -   accepting   the   apology.   “I   mean,   yes   and   no.   Lately,   I   have   carried   them   without   even   knowing.   I   accidentally   washed   three   bandaids   in   a   pair   of   pants   last   week.”   Kneeling   he   begins   to   doctor   her   wound,   “How   did   you   even   manage   to   do   this?   I   don’t   remember   seeing   anything   that   could   have   even   remotely   cut   you.”   Zevran   muttered   quietly   under   his   breath   still   trying   to   go   through   what   could   have   possibly   caused   this.  

           Dark   orbs   rose   to  her   features   upon   her   request,   “You   want   a   piggyback   ride?”   A   brow   lowered,   “For   a   clumsy   woman   you   are   certainly   daring,   it’s   possible   your   clumsiness   will   overpower   my   dexterity   and   I,   myself,   would   become   clumsy.   You   realize   this,   yes?”  

The sound of satisfaction came from her as she felt his fingers in her hair. It was definitely one of her weak spots and in a weird way the simple feeling made her feel safe. Though being with Zevran always made her safe. “Do you not check your pockets?” A small tsk falling from her lips at his carelessness, “three bandaids I could have used have now gone to waste.” The rest of her words filled with laughter as she watches him bend down to tend to her cut. Fingers instinctively running through his hair as she gives a shrug, “you should know that asking questions like that is pointless. How many times have I woken up with strange bruises as well?” 

All she did was eagerly nod her head in reply, a grin plastered over her lips. “Sir, do you have so little faith in yourself? I’ll keep you safe and make sure that clumsiness doesn’t overpower you.”