#solipsisticmori

[briingmayflowers]

@solipsisticmori liked [x] for Deirdre!

Five minutes. May had said she’d be five minutes and now it was ten. Was this her way of punishing her? To make her look the fool in public? Well, it wasn’t going to work. Drumming her black and red nails against the table, Deirdre’s icy eyes searched the Cafe for her worse half when her gaze fell upon a familiar face.

“Shit...” she muttered between gritted teeth, immediately averting her gaze to a stain on the table. Where she would normally revel at the chance to deceive one of May’s friends, she knew that there was a strong possibility she could be caught out here.

[luckywildrover]

@solipsisticmori

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During a prolonged brawl with that strange electric lady, James discovered she rather liked knives. His arms were littered in cuts from attempted to block and disarm her. It would only take a few minutes to quickly tend to the cuts - clean and bandage them - before his friend arrived. A shame he didn’t consider the energy used between everything being a factor. He had intended to lean his head back for a moment to recover from the stinging, but he was soon asleep on the couch. It would have been sweet, if it weren’t for the small array of medical items beside him.

James knew Ki was coming over, but had forgotten in the midst of everything. At least there was a key hidden in a pot plant beside the door, as usual.

[theauthorlives]

@solipsisticmori - HOSTY STARTER CALL

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It was getting harder to catch Wilford these days. He was working as much as he had to, and would disappear as soon as he could. Of course, Host knew why - a little conversation helped with that months ago - but it meant Host had to make a great deal of effort to time his visits right. Usually, he would arrive to a locked door when he approached the dressing room Wilford used as his office, but it was unlocked. Strange.

He knocked, then entered the office. There was someone there, but there was no hearty greeting, which meant it wasn’t Wilford.

“What are you doing in here?” Host didn’t want to use his Narration to identify the stranger, but he would if there was no answer.

[rosetintedgunman]

@solipsisticmori (IF THIS GETS EATEN AGAIN I SWEAR I'M DONE)

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"Why, hello there cutie~" Wilford (who is not tipsy enough) wrapped an arm around Ki's waist and pulled them close to him. He gave a wide grin after giving them a kiss to the forehead.

"Y'know, ya called me a lotta things... But never 'hot'. Keep goin'. How hot am I?"

[actuallyastar]

@solipsisticmori - Breaking, Entering and... Cat-sitting?

Sirius had experience playing with animals. This one liked having someone to play fight, so the star let themself be toppled over by the mighty beast! When they noticed someone else in the room, they looked up with a child-like smile.

“Your dog looked lonely,” Sirius answered, oblivious to the fact trespassing is illegal, “so I kept it company.”

[rosetintedgunman]

Examine - yourself

Examine That! (Accepting!)

@solipsisticmori

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It’s been a long day, and you’ve decided to change into your favourite pyjamas as a reward before you relax for the night. They’re the cutest - a comfy, black t-shirt and sweatpants combo with little pink moustaches. What’s not to love?

Once changed, you make your way across the room, only to stop at the full-length mirror. Naturally, your first instinct is to follow habit and aim finger guns at your reflection with a wink. You’re sexy, and you know it! However, you can’t help but move closer to the mirror to actually see your reflection, rather than simply glance at it.

You’re tall, and you hold yourself well. Even if you might slouch slightly while hosting, it isn’t normal behaviour. The t-shirt emphasises the slightly unusual build you have. Your shoulders and arms are surprisingly built. They make it clear that you are strong, and you’re not afraid to use that strength to your advantage. True, your normal work attire makes it less obvious with baggier sleeves, but right now it’s hard to ignore. On the other hand, you can see the way your stomach bulges out, almost like a ‘beer belly’. You always had been built like a tank, and this proved it. You’re bulky and can withstand a tackle with ease. Some have scoffed at you and tried to insult your weight, but it never really worked. Honestly, the Doc said you were still in a healthy range for someone of your size, so you don’t see the reason to worry. Besides, the fact that you have had plenty of partners who were attracted to said build only throws those snobby mockeries out the window. 

You lean in a little closer and  - oh dear. Your curls are a beautiful mess, but that’s not what has caught your eye. No, it’s your trademark moustache. You can see the black hairs starting to come through again. You never understand why that is. Both your pink moustache and pink fringe are plagued with black hairs, despite the pink being as natural as the black. How had you missed the abundance of dark strands when you were grooming yourself this morning? Not that it mattered right now.

What did matter was that you wanted to pour yourself a big glass of rosé wine and relax!

...

One more wink with finger guns for the road.

You’re hot, Wilfy..

Keep it up. ;)

[theauthorlives]

@solipsisticmori - Helping Trial a Hero!

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James brushed a hand through his hair as he slumped back in the chair. The computer screen in front of the pair was still insisting there was an error in the coding.

“Ki... Are you sure there isn’t something we overlooked? We’ve been proofreading this code for nearly an hour.” A hand pushed his glasses into his hair just so he can rub his eyes.

[rosetintedgunman]

@solipsisticmori - Continued from here!!

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It had taken some careful planning on the part of the two princes. Various herbs were collected to create a natural dye for Wilford to use on the pink in his moustache and hair. The disguise consisted of the plainer aspect of his normal outfit and a thick pair of fake glasses. All that combined with an old formal jacket Ki found, Wilford blended in with the crowds. Parties in the Night kingdom were... Odd, to say the least. People seemed to be having more fun. It was strange, but the chance to see how the other side attempted balls was interesting. Not many backstabbings from what he could see.

Wilford chuckled at Ki’s response and offered a hand.

“Well then, what about bein’ pushed into th’ arms of this man? Gotta make sure ya try ‘em all, right?” Of course, the warning was noted as he added, “I’ll be careful, I promise. One dance, then I’ll disappear back ta th’ cell. Deal?”