#maketaa

[demonofcheer]

@maketaa has encountered Yosafire!

❝Hey there, Dialo! What’s up? Oooh, are you gonna make another one of your awesome apple pies? I can go and pick some for you, if you’d like!❞   

 〖♥〗 Honestly, Yosafire was always willing to help out Dialo. Especially if it meant getting some of her awesome pie. The she-demon awaited the other’s response with anticipation. If she said yes, maybe could invite the whole squad over? Hopefully, fate would shine in her favor.

[demonspectacles]

maketaa replied to your post: Maybe not gonna be active for a while

// next time make a dropbox && drop them there!! that way if anything happens youll always have them on an online server

// yeah thats a wonderful idea, i sent some to myself already but its a  little messy, drop box seems great -v-

[angxlicbitx-a-blog]

“Why did you hit me?” / surprise me

[INJURED] Sentence Starters || @maketaa

    “Why else? Ya looked pretty tough.” Rigatona shrugged–not really paying too much to her own injuries that were evident along her hands, “Did ya think I wasn’t going to do anything when ya were in my sight? Don’t tell me you’re stupid too? ‘guess demons aren’t as smart as they look.” She knew what she was doing & if it ended in a confrontation then all the better for her–after all; she’d seen this red demon a lot on the field but never approached him due to his little pink brat friend getting in the way.

[kxminokxe]

"Try it."

     Silence.  Those words are punctuated by dead silence     from the divine bird, wings furling inward as her spear     paused from where it was hoisted in the air. With a blank     face and half-lidded eyes, she hesitated. Would striking     at him truly be a good idea? He was a demon general     for a reason, and they could be more... destructive than     their angel counterparts. Quietly, her spear dipped down     as she took a few steps, unfurling her wings to escape     at a second’s notice if he decided to lunge or stab at her.     She should have left, she really should have, but... she was     compelled to stay, and she had no real clue why she was. Maybe     it was the situation at hand, and maybe it was something about     him, but something drew her to stay here for a moment in time,     spear point dropping into the soft earth below. For reasons beyond     her understanding, she was glad she didn’t throw that spear. She     should have wanted to, but it gave her a somber feeling as she     thought about it. Probably tricks of the mind, from so much war...                    ❛ . . . I don’t think that would be wise of me. ❜