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daphne greengrass + celia facilier.padme amidala + sabian.rin kanegawa + verin thelyss.park min-jun + artagan / the traveller.peter nureyev + elias bouchard.
SEND 🎰 FOR ME TO PUT OUR MUSES INTO A RANDOM LIST GENERATOR, THEN POST THE FIRST FIVE AS POTENTIAL SHIPS / DYNAMICS !
he stares, but anyone could tell something mischievous was forming being crimson eyes. at least, he knew if anyone could, it was astoria. “ ah .. I’m starting to understand now .. it only makes sense... “ they were having a chill night of beer and takeout, why was he like this ? “ for my childhood best friend, to be the creator of my fansite !!! it only makes sense, no ? it’s okay.. I think it’s cute , “
@lovediscriminate liked for a starter. for astoria
@lovediscriminate (margo) told sage // nobody tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humour. // petals for armour starters + accepting !
“Mmhm, but I think y’might be testin’ Him now.”
Despite the remark, Sage grinned, nudging Margo in the ribs with her elbow. Leaning in closer, she rested her head on the other’s shoulder, watching as the people walked by determined to get to their destination, weaving around those who strolled along at a more leisurely pace.
Technically, she was on a job, monitoring the front of the business building just ahead, tracking the CEO’s movements. Apparently, there’s been whispers about some dirty dealings happening in that big, imposing skyscraper and honestly, Sage is all too eager to find out what they were and just how to expose these dirty little secrets of theirs. Though, nobody could say that she couldn’t work and play--- that’s the good thing about being freelance and being your own boss. Besides, this looked much less suspicious and exponentially more fun than sitting around on her phone.
@lovediscriminate (hecate) told ivan // you best prepare to grieve. // petals for armor starters + accepting !
“And, why is that?”
Unbeknownst to him was the way this world worked, how magic transformed and warped anyone beyond any undoing. Still, he naively believed in black and white, no gray area--- either human or not. In his mortal heart, he would like to believe he was saving Astoria from damnation by devils, not knowing at all that she had become a devil herself in her own rights. In his eyes, her heart still beat red like this, could feel the warmth of her mortality compared to the chilling cold that seeped from the divine, beating gold ichor instead of the aliveness of the crimson.
“We plan to run away.” Foolish, foolish man in a spitting contest with a god. Ivan knows he likely shouldn’t have breathed a word, allow this deity to taunt him and smile in triumph when they stole away into the night. But, he couldn’t help his pride, couldn’t stave off the gleeful victory he felt over convincing Astoria to run away with him. “Why would I grieve?”
@lovediscriminate said: bed rest / from iri!
“Can you-seriously?” It’s just them this time. He thinks Leslie is staying at her own place for the time being. Probably to give them some space to get the court back together. “Unless you’re pushing me back down for another reason. You know we agreed I get to be on top.” Niall sits up and raises his eyebrows. “You’re the one who died, you know. I slept for three days straight, I’m good.” He feels fine. Still a bit sore with some steal healing cuts, but no longer in danger of collapsing. His boyfriend coming back from the dead had just been a bit much to handle after sharing a body, massive fight and not sleeping for weeks. “I’m hungry and I want to shower.”
&. @lovediscriminate prompted: ‘ it’s a light sedative. he’ll wake up with a painful hangover & a bit of amnesia. ’ ( from peter nureyev bc more space shenanigans )
❝ ¿ qué carajo crees que estás haciendo ? ❞ spread palms press against the steel table, the creak of metal crushing underneath her has her pausing sheepishly -- an UPGRADE she was still adjusting to courtesy of takeshi kovacs, reminding her of his presence DESPITE his unknown destination. rolling her shoulders back, she moves to nudge the collapsed body with the tip of her boot, a sigh breaking through her nose as she glanced over to peter ❝ i HAD it ❞ DEBATABLE, but criticism was hardly something she was in the mood to be taking, especially now that her suspect lay at their feet, drool pooling from slack lips. ❝ how the fuck am i supposed to QUESTION him now ? ❞
