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[baemixn]

“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”

   * Non-Romantic Fluff Starters !  Accepting !

“Maybe.” He answered more than vaguely, looking up from where he’d had Magnus’ arm draped over his shoulders, and was lightly biting the skin around/of his forearm. It was more boredom than anything – And, maybe a very slight suggestion to a developing oral fixation. Oops? “And I wouldn’t call it gnawing, per se. I’m barely nibbling. Like puppy flea bites. Shut up and watch your show.”

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“i literally will never say anything about jurassic world. because i got dinosaurs fighting and that’s all i really could have asked from the movie. but like, i’m really concerned that krampus is gonna get so fucked up. the movie deserves so much better.” magnus got so very specific when it came to movies.

“right! i mean what else do you go see a jurassic park movie for? the acting? pfft. as long as i get to see some a+ quality dinosaur fighting, i am pleased.” she grinned.  “oh! really? im actually quite excited about the krampus movie. i don’t know, it looks pretty good so far.. we should go see it together when it comes out!”

[reminiscis]

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

Reaction Meme: Bruised and Broken.– –  accepting. (x)

    Blood is no foreigner to the photographer, contrasting with the pale shade of his flesh, slipping through thin flaws of a human’s skin--it became normal through time, dragging his body through the streets after yet another violent confrontation. Having the senses and control over his own body ripped from him has never been an easy fact to absorb, though it was one he was forced to get used to through time, mostly because there was no way out of the vicious cycle. So many times before did he almost die when it came to blood loss, broken bones, concussions and whatsoever caused by fights against the targets he was sent to annihilate and whoever dared to get in his way. Even though having a strong body built and supernatural skills, Thomas is still only human, reason as to why even a simple punch affects his balance. Tonight, it was no different.

    Along the way back home, a phone call is made, directed towards another male whose abilities could very much be of help, especially with blood pouring from every visible extent of his body. It is only when he barges out of the elevator and towards his front door that a figure forms by the end of the hallway, blurred at first because the blood loss has crossed the limit to a greater beyond by now. The phrase formed by the latter’s voice has him snorting somehow in a sarcastic way, though the sound pierces a shot of pain through his stomach, the hand pressed against it now pressuring the spot with a higher intensity before the other hand can grip to the other’s jacket. “Yeah, you can bet I kicked his ass. Now help me before you can make fun of me, Magnus.” There’s a groan then dragging from the back of his throat as the deep cut on his abdomen stings, shaking the shorter male with any strength he has left. “If I die, it’s your fault.”

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✎

Send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

✎ = speaking in a different language.

it shouldn’t have been a surprise. magnus and luz both had a strange, other-worldly aura to them, like they had this vast accessible knowledge they didn’t let onto. damian wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for this particular language-switch being arabic. it was one of the handful damian had taught himself, and the fact that he was talking to a strange, hooded figure. in daylight. weird. damian hung back behind a bookshelf, watching the whole exchange, before slowly creeping up with a soft, “madha..?” 

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♣︎

send me ‘ ♣︎ ‘ and i’ll generate a number between  1 - 110 for what my muse will say to yours.

status: accepting

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Random Number: 22

Hyoyeon was dead tired. She had been up way later than she should have been working on a project her coworkers had decided to neglect, and they had the audacity to call her across the city at nine in the morning. And of course, nothing was going her way. Apologizing quickly to the stranger she had bumped into, and snapped at rather harshly, she said,“I’m not feeling so sociable today.”

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“Dude, what the hell?”

He tugged his sunglasses down to look over them with raised eyebrows. “Can I help you?”