#sscythed

[ofedge-blog]

“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

FLIRTING MEME - accepting!

  “No way! If that really was my best flirting I would be so ashamed! So trust me, girl, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

[blossomspring-blog1]

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██┇❛ ❀ 。meme | not accepting.

                 she’s a little INTIMIDATED by this woman, if she’s being completely honest. from what she knows, this is the reincarnation of thanatos, the god of death. why wouldn’t she be a little frightened? she knows that the other reincarnations aren’t all like their past lives were, yet she still can’t help but use that as a basis for how they may act.

                 her hands shake, a parfait is in front of the pair of them. she wants to have some, yet she needs to know whether the other wants to have some first. she doesn’t want to be rude. she’s just .. scared.

                 ❛ um.. would you like to have the first taste? ❜ 

[uttvoc-blog]

i’m really (not) okay. ;; gerard/zia

@sscythed

     The amazing days that Gerard felt like getting up and going out were rare. The days where he could walk outside and actually go further than the mailbox because he’s confident enough that he won’t suddenly fall on his face and sleep for a good ten minutes. Those were the days that this poor boy felt like an actual person in contrast to the ball of sleep that he usually was.

     Today was a working out kind of day. Sure, he got his fix of “weight lifting” in the house with tiny weights and the doorway pull ups he could do, but there was only so much running a person could do in an apartment. So, grabbing a pair of shorts from the closet and tossing them on, along with a nice throw-away tee shirt, Gerard set out after leaving a note for his roommate: ‘Going out for a run. If I’m not back in three hours, I’m asleep on the side of the road. Please come get me. -- Gerard’

     And he was on his way. And after a good fifteen minutes of running, he was laid out on the sidewalk. Lovely.

     Luckily that little setback was only a few minutes. But, in that few minutes, something could have happened. So he checked his pockets to make sure his wallet and things were still on him. Good. But still, all the same, ow. His knees were busted. Ouch. As he was pushing up from the ground, the dark-haired male saw a person approaching. Probably there to check on him, but who knew.

     “I’m fine. No need to help me up.” That was dry, and somewhat sarcastic. But at the same time, it was a gesture to let them know to not worry if that were the case.

[apeironrp-blog]

"We're back in business, once more." (Ziarae's here! Her app is over both Information and History pop ups!)

Looks like it’s time to dance with the new GOD OF DEATH! How many SOULS will you gather in this LIFETIME? Not too many, I hope! But wouldn’t that be boring?

Please welcome our first member, Ziarae! 

- MOD HADES