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"Try saying that to my face, shithead."
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attention seeking bitch
"Try saying that to my face, shithead."
MUSE QUESTIONNAIRE [ repost, do not reblog ]
FULL NAME: Kiran Grannus Maponus OCCUPATION: mob boss + singer AGE: seven thousand, human's see him as mid twenties to early thirties. HEIGHT: 5'10 GENDER: cisgender male. SEXUALITY: demiromantic pansexual. CURRENT LOCATION: he travels, though he owns a home in napa, california. ETHNICITY: Roznítitan. DOB: October 26th. birthyear not available to earth life. PARENTS: Grannus Maponus (father) (alive) & Epona Maponus ( mother) (deceased) SIBLING(S): Kai Nodens Brishon ( half brother) (alive) CHILD(REN): none. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: magnus tepes ( @obscura-mp3 ) ( canon + soulmate), jermery knoxx ( alt modern verse) (@obscura-mp3 ) SPOKEN LANGUAGES: welsh ( natively ), english, romanian, and in some verses french. RELIGION: he knows gods doesnt really care for religion. SCENT: The perfume’s aim is clear: to transform the famous Grasse rose, a symbol of voluptuousness and unqualified femininity, into an assertively virile fragrance that can be worn by anyone. The result is a model of its kind: alternating femininity and masculinity of the Centifolia rose, quickly picked up by a chorus of warm, spicy, and woodsy notes such as cumin, olibanum, cedar, and a touch of amber... In the background, the declared sensuality of Gaïac wood and cistus highlighted by distinctly musky notes, give this perfume a disconcerting sense of mystery. ATHLETICS: boxing, he can box and he's quite good at it. BODY TYPE: muscular but lean, he's not underweight but he has enough muscle in certain places. he was underweight when he was in the trafficking and slave trade. EYES: green. TATTOOS: cross on his left hip, death tarot card on his left elbow, black hearts on his knuckles, don't forget to live on his left ribcage, (soulmate mark on his spine, Dor over his heart) PIERCINGS: left ear. SOCIAL MEDIA: he does not run his media accounts. SMOKING: yes. black devils, rose flavored, or menthol flavored, their a dutch brand, also he smokes pot. DRUGS: angel ( his world's cocaine), cocaine in our world, he has made an attempt to quit but has relapsed many times. DRINKING: he drinks, but he also cut back, and tends to use for recreational around certain people. HOBBIES: cooking, photography, singing. VIRGIN: he hasn't been since the age of thirteen. FAVORITE COLOR: gold, red, brown, muddy tones, he really likes earth colors and white. FAVORITE DRINK: whisky, cherry beer, cherry juice, cherry based liquors. FAVORITE FOOD: stuffed cabbage, fish, potatoes, poached eggs, sticky toffee pudding. FAVORITE MUSIC: his own. CLOTHING STYLE: whatever the fuck he wants to wear, depends on his mood.
"Baby, c'mere." he's trying not to expose the little golden retriever puppy that's cradled in his arms, and it's meant to be a gift. They talked about it ages ago but finding the puppy had been something he had done without telling him. "Jeremy, I've got a surprise for you, luv." @obscura-mp3
"I wouldn't drink that, bit bitter. Though if you like anise you might like it." you mutter fingers curled around a glass that is faint yellow in color, looks are deceiving despite lemonade being in it, it is not as sweet as one would think.
@byanyan / liked for a thing
You exhale. There' s a familiar weight of the smoke in your fingertips, the way that it feels on the pads of your fingers. It's a habit you should quit but it does not affect you the same way it does a human. You take another drag: familiar taste of mint, on your tongue and exhale. You don't notice the company till you look over. "Shit, sorry. I can put it out if it bugs you."
you don't know how to process it. even when you've thought about it hundreds of times. no matter how often you have thought about this moment you still can't quite process it. even now you look for him in the audience and you spot him and you know he can see your surprise written in your features and your overwhelmed emotions as you speak about what you've won. it doesn't feel real that you earned this. after all the hardship and ruin, and the drugs and the control you lost. you have won in more than one way: you won his heart, and he gave you more than you could ever dream of. this moment feels unreal, and you catch your breath in your throat overwhelmed when you come off the stage. you don't even hesitate grasping his fingers even if cameras can see you both. you're both used to it by now, you had to get used to it and now you just focus on him and not the roar of the noise behind you. you lean your forehead on his head and that "couldnt've done this without you." you mutter against his lips real close but not enough to do it openly.
a quick "Dw i'n dy garu di." muttered into his ear the welsh slipping out of you for a bit more privacy but the words mean more than anyone knew. i love you was such a simple set of words but he knew how little you said them. you were still scared at times to say them but he had given you more than you could imagine. and that little mutter of 'we get to celebrate" close to his ear.
@obscura-mp3 / its a short one but i remembered jeans canon libes.
"Jean's just a prick okay, you aren't stupid just because you bleach your hair."
"Babe, you're staring. Do you not like the color?" you know that the tints of red are starting to show more than the black, you haven't bothered to redye it and you're looking at him. "I haven't had the chance to dye my hair again." @obscura-mp3