#prophetiics

[sauvcteur]

hands my url over eyy ~ .

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: anna is adorable?!?! like, you read about her backstory and how she joined HOMRA and it’s seriously the most heartbreaking thing ever and i love her. plus i love how she interacts with everyone ( all the clans, all the kings )how they play them: like —— perfectly? honestly, you were the first person i followed on this blog and i have no regrets. i wonder a little if it’s actually anna behind the computer because when i read your writing i can picture it really happening.the mun: you seem absolutely lovely! we’ve spoken very little but i do hope to get to know you better in the future! 

do i;

follow them: most definitely! rp with them: we’ve got one thing going right nowwant to rp with them: yesyes! ship their character with mine: nope! not romantically at all

what is my;

overall opinion: A+++

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[cat-antics]

Happy noises escape when Neko spots the other girl. Sneaking closer, bell earring jingling cheerfully. This wasn’t exactly a covert mission.

          “anna!” 

[daisanokensha]

“    i’m not stuck .   “

aka ; help . i’m stuck . mikoto please

                 it’s cold in here ! !

“’course not.”

Naturally, Mikoto didn’t doubt that Anna, embarrassed flush that had crept up her neck to bloom high on the apple of her cheeks notwithstanding, was telling the truth, and nothing but the truth when she told him she didn’t require his assistance. After all, if she wasn’t stuck, there was no need for him to interfere, and Mikoto preferred to conserve his energy as much as possible.

As such, the king remained motionless and patient in the face of her bald-faced lie, hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched her suffer underneath the pile of snow covering her from head to toe.

[preisque-archive]

19 & 20 .

Difficult Questions for Muses - #19 - Would you forgive your worst enemy?

A grief writhes from its dormancy, it leaves the soul splayed ( vulnerable, you’re so vulnerable ). Anger so deep-seated and fresh you lose ration and smother wizened laughter, evident on the face. Your mouth agaps, a breath shivering and curling and dying. Is there repentance to spare? A transient thought, however fleeting and nauseating with its saccharine breath. Pliable, accommodating extremities fold over tresses of inky black, a moment of weakness.

The man’s aureate, you recall. A viridescent eye and golden mane. Overbearing but affable, a reverent spirit. A pretense nonetheless. The man’s masquerade incarnate. There’s no genuinity and your life is coated in his filthy lies, he’s DAMNABLE.

     ❛ Why would I? ❜

[cruentusaduro-blog]

@prophetiics Liked for a starter!!!

        “Anna....what’s for dinner tonight?” The king is a hungry lazy man who clearly doesn’t know how to cook.