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[statesmancranberry]

“Don’t be such a--” he just looks at Duke. “Did you just say relationship?”

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[scotborn]

@musecollector liked for a BROOKLYN 99 based starter for Eggsy!  

❝ Here are two pictures. One is your locker. The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you tell which is which?  ❞

[tiltedhalos-a]

❛  you’re not welcome here! go be god’s gift to some other woman!  ❜ ( to Lucifer from max bc it's hilarious )

        prompt.  from a very long ,  long time ago .     @musecollector

          “  i rather think dad regrets gifting humanity with my presence ,  made a whole religion off that ,  didn’t he ?   now ,  i do apologize for that ,  it’s in my nature.   but i really do have some questions for you that need answering.  ”

[tragedybefalls]

❝ the difference between us is one of degree, not category. ❞ [ for chronos from samael ]

“oh, of course. naturally.” features remain relatively indifferent save the tiniest trace of amusement that is ever present on the god’s face. “but i would correct only this -- it’s a difference of a number of degrees.” arms cross, head tilting almost imperceptibly. “you imagine yourself powerful --  you are but a child compare to me.”

[olliscot]

“I can’t move, it’s going to leak all over my legs.” [ from max, if you like ]

abo.     //     @musecollector

          oliver let out something of a breathless laugh at max’s words. a sense of pride following him after that. she was a right proper mess with the way he had filled her so completely. a small smile upon his lips, glancing up at her, still so on top of him. “aye, i think that is the point, love.” or his point. hardly the one who would mind the vision of him dripping down her legs, knowing that he was the reason for such a mess. he found himself flipping them so she was on her back beneath him. “problem solved.” not entirely as the moment he pulled out of her she was going to make a mess regardless. perhaps just not the bigger mess. lips brushed against her own as he found the situation more amusing. “it just means you’ve been properly fucked, which i think you have.” 

[praedatum]

reversed [ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking . ( for belial from max )

Belial has always been one to believe that ‘Words speak louder than actions’. He’s often heinously withdrawn when it comes to acts of physicality; at least when they can be avoided with a few choice words. Today however he chose both. Last night had been heavy and the demon was less than keen on any noise as he nursed his bloody Mary. He was also a strong believer that the hair of the dog that bit you was the greatest cure. The woman had done nothing wrong by any means, she had sat down and began chirping away on her phone as any other would at this reasonable time of the morning. He however - was strongly against the notion. He tried to fight the urge. Shutting his eyes and thinking of happier times but he couldn’t. He could have moved away but he really wasn’t that kind of person. No, instead he reaches for the phone and plucks it from her grasp, and drops it into the jug of water in front of them. When she tries to speak in protest his index finger comes to his lips. Eyes still closed he shusshes gently, moving the hand away from his mouth and pressing the finger gently against her lips. “Stop. Just stop. It’s far too early.” 

[turnwellm]

                 lips   curved   down   in   a   frown   /   brown   eyes   darker   than   usual   “so  you   hunt   things.”   words   are    quiet,   rare   she   feels   this   unsure   about   what   she’s   saying.   usually   blunt   but   she   over - thinks   her   words   now   “how   do   you   know   all   of   them   are   BAD ?   what   if   it’s   a   mistake   &   they’re   innocent.”     / s.c, @musecollector

[rubiesintherough]

(( @musecollector   ❤ ‘d for child!verse Mahia : for the Doctor ))

An unfamiliar sound tore the child from restless sleep. Followed by... footsteps? Too heavy, too deliberate to be some sort of animal wandering past. And it was in a flurry of frantic movement that she bolted upright and snatched the bow and quiver from where they lay beside her makeshift bed of leaves. One arrow was notched onto the string with practiced speed, drawing it quickly back.     “ Who... who is th-there? “      Ancestors curse how her voice shook in that moment.     “ I... I am armed. “