#revenantress

[bashfullygreen]

@revenantress

That dress, the hair, the way she carried herself-- there was no mistaking it.. “Oh! You must be some kind of witch! ...Right?” If Mizi was wrong he was definitely in for a unpleasant conversation. “..Wh...sorry. I just-- it’s...in my world...there are a lot of witches and stuff...” It reminded him of home; it was a good thing. Mizi began to fidget with the sleeve of his jack as per usual when he began to feel awkward. 

“They dress like you! ..Um...a lot of them do. Not all of them of course! Ha.”

[harliquinade]

@revenantress

As cool as this transformation was, Harley was secretly glad that she wasn’t alone in this. Thankfully, she’d found Requiem pretty quickly within the walls of their new kingdom and had immediately decided to stick with her for the duration of... whatever the hell was going on-- a war? Whatever, she didn’t care.

It was quite the sight, actually; Requiem, always elegant and poised, definitely looked the part but Harley... she enjoyed playing into the well-known vampiric stereotypes.

Except the garlic part... she hated that. 

“Hey, where d’ya think I can get a cape? Dracula had a cape. I kinda want one...” She gasped. “D’ya think I’ll turn into a bat? Vampires turn into bats, right?!”

Requiem probably had no idea what she was talking about...

[snaketraits]

As careful as Ayame was at avoiding a crowd, it was inevitable that someone would knock into him enough to cause a transformation. In his defense, the Theatre of Calliope had been quite crowded for the event that evening. It was so crowded that the moment of transformation was missed as people moved together like a school of fish to make their way out of their seats. 

The puff of smoke was easily missed by people with places to go, a lump of silk was trampled on by hurried feet and the poor reptile at ground level had to move quick in order avoid the same fate. Ayame darted under and over feet, slithering across ankles as he tried to dive for the safety of the bushes.

@revenantress

[hipsummer]

Immediately upon laying eyes on his two new roomies, Tenga takes on the tone of a bona-fide announcer guy. Like, y’know, from a sports game broadcast or something.

“Wo~hoho--- And in a truly shocking turn of events, it appears that Hajime Tenga is the one and only chosen lucky winner, who will be living out the rest of his natural born days, as the filling inside one big jiggly-bouncy, BOOBIE SANDWICH!!!”

@revenantress / @idolscan

[f-umo-blog]

🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

Don’t tell @rainwill but it didn’t take long after meeting each other for Yamamoto’s house to become something of an unintended and unacknowledged safe haven for Gokudera. Obviously Tsuna was more important almost always (recently he’s come to accept that a guy can have two best friends), but when Gokudera was weak, sick, out of commission– he was taken to Yamamoto’s house without question. For the first time his weakness wasn’t seen as something to be ridiculed or chastised, but actually taken care of? It was?? fucking wild???

Also there’s free(?) food and they make some killer sushi, Gokudera’s stray cat stomach can’t say no. His dad’s cool too, pretty much the only cool dad Gokudera has ever met in his life and probably ever will. Like just across the board Yamamoto’s place feels like he can just… relax.

[bashfullygreen]

@revenantress

“Ah...! Miss Requiem.” Mizi closed his eyes with a smile as he handed her a drink menu. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” It seemed like he had different air about himself than when they first met. Perhaps it was because he was in ‘customer service’ mode.

“But, I’m glad to see you again! Our specials today are listed on the chalkboard.” He gestured towards the standing chalkboard near the door, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “Although, just between you and me, I’d order the blueberry muffin.”

[isolaradiale]

Hey mods! Her muse isn't cooperating, so I'm going to drop Requiem, a DND OC! She was housed in 334.

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[harliquinade]

“I’m just a normal guy who enjoys revenge.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. In fact, a lil revenge every now an’ then is good for ya. Trust me, I’m a professional.”

Though she had to wonder who was the subject of Requiem’s wrath. She already knew she was magic... and she wanted front row seats when she fucked someone up.

“Can I come? Can I help? C’mon, it’ll be fun!”