#ofvang

[reanimatedmuses]

P, U (for kuzco)

P   :   PARTNER.what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality? Oh his first and most vocal response would be looks. But really personality would be incredibly vital to him. He couldn't be happy with someone who didn't challenge him a little and make him be his best self, someone who would treat him like Kuzco, not an emperor. I mean he'd love to find someone who was ALSO smoking hot, of course.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken? Not yet, he's never really gotten serious enough to form strong feelings for anyone outside of forming a bond with Pacha and his family. But he's young yet, so there's time for heartache... =u=

[eideticspider]

@ofvang asked: "your friend gives me goosebumps, in a r.l. stine sort of way," confessed namaari over coffee.

{✗} "Who? Miguel?" Cindy quizzed, dusting her fingers free of CROISSANT flakes. She tilts her head inquisitively, regarding her friend through CURIOUS eyes. A traitorous heat began to spread under her cheeks, highlighting the spray of FRECKLES along the bridge of her nose. She's not sure what preempted this CONFESSION, but she's torn between her reaction.

Defend the love of her life's HONOR--but risk revealing the true intensity of their relationship.

Her nose crinkles and she takes a small sip of her coffee, tucking one of her feet beneath her bottom. "He's a GENTLE giant, really. No need to have GOOSEBUMPS, Namaari," she offers diplomatically. "He wouldn't HURT a fly."

She can't help the twitch of amusement that picks at her lips.

[007bup]

“Sleep well with your bad decisions.” 💖💖💖

Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 1

"I can promise you, the sleeping is excellent." He grins, the jubliant expression contorted with hubris.

"Like a rock."

[droppingdonkeys]

“don’t you dare smudge my makeup!”

@ofvang

"I'm not! There's an eyelash on your cheek. Lemme just-" Luisa's already moving in with a thumb, and gently wipes the fallen eyelash off of Namaari's cheek. She held it in front of her.

"See? Told ya so. Now make a wish and blow it away."

[007bup]

❛What were you doing?! Taking a nap?!❜

titan a.e.

"Resting my eyes," Kent grunts. He sits up with a drawn out, pained groan, one hand rubbing at the bags under the aformentioned anatomy. "God. What time is it, even?"

[007bup]

(piggybacking off that last ask) Well, that's one way to emphasize it.

Turning to look at the tangles ahead of them, Namaari heaved a sigh, retiring, "Yes...The jungle is damp, dark, and full of terrors, but don't worry, Agent Kent. I won't bite."

RE: This ask

"You may not bite," Kent huffs, "but that doesn't go for whatever else is skulking around in this humid death trap." He shrugs his shoulders weighed down by his trenchcoat, as if doing so would provide some relief from the heat. It did not.

"Christ... Whatever. At least I found you."

[007bup]

❝ there you are. i was wondering when you’d find me. ❞

once again you swallow me whole

Kent forces out a laugh devoid entirely of joy-- "Ah-hah" --before gritting his teeth in a pained grin.

"Find you," he mutters. "Find you! In this god-forsaken jungle it's a wonder the sun finds its way through the canopy!"

[reanimatedmuses]

“See, in the hands of an expert, a good knife has 1001 uses.” (for kuzco)

"...Huh. A little scary that you know that, not gonna lie."

"I know exactly two uses for a knife: Cutting your food and cutting the rope that causes a chandelier to fall onto the scary villain lady standing under it. ...Long story."