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appreciation post for characters who can say “at your service” in a tone of voice that suggests they will gleefully do anything within their power to cause problems for you on purpose

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i just wanna be loved unconditionally by someone completely evil but who can’t abide the thought of me being hurt by anyone including them

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airxn​:

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“I’m glad you think that way. Prime real estate, hmmn?” His smile only grows, but then fades again as he’s brought a flute of pink champagne along with Airin’s water, and he quietly thanks the server, grasping the thin stem of the glass in ivory claws. Airin’s water is nudged over toward him, and Deidre lets his eyes slide shut as he sips his champagne, twittering almost inaudibly in pleasure.

Airin highlights what he likes about the club, and Deidre fluffs a bit under the praise, preening and looking proud of himself, but not in that arrogant, chest-puffing way so many birds do. Rather, he’s pleased that he’s made a good first impression; it’ll keep him coming back for more.

“Aren’t they, though? I like this sort of atmosphere. It’s relaxed and intimate without being too sexy, I think. Never understood the way so many mammalian club owners think with their second head.”

   He takes the glass, but doesn’t take a sip. Instead he rests his elbow on the balcony. Glancing back to the crowds below, tapping his glass idly with his ring finger. “ Sex sells… unless you’re my boss. ” Airin humors a little scoff before finally taking a drink. “ The Gear Shift has sexy undertones, but when you play Katy Perry everyone has a flaccid dick. ”

   Yeah, this place follows his speed more. He felt more relaxed. Which was good for a new gig. Glancing back to his boss of the evening, he found their pleased expression worthy of a smile. “ Come on a Tuesday and it’s different. Though this atmosphere is way more calming, less intrusive. I can have a pleasant conversation without having to yell. ”

Airin’s utter crassness has Deidre setting his champagne down with a soft, understated, through-the-nose chuckle, and then he laughs with his full chest, however brief and quiet. “Oh, indeed. Whoever thought contemporary pop was a good genre for a night club has no taste.”

Looking from under his platinum brow at the Felicid, he spares him a cold smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, sharp and hungry, but not in a way that’s threatening, somehow. “Tuesdays are always slow here, too. No one’s interested much in coming here during weekdays unless they’re here for the menu specials. Who doesn’t love a simple meal to enjoy the view with?”

A nod, then, at his sentiment. “I hate raising my voice. Not really my M.O.”

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"i brought u coffee" a love language

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airxn​:

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Airin claps back at him about alcohol, and Deidre chuckles with some sort of muted glee, hands folded together in front of him. “I wasn’t offering alcohol, but I respect your professionalism. You passed a test I didn’t even think to have, Airin. We’ll see if you continue to impress me.”

Then, he calls out, holding one hand, two fingers extended, up, to summon a member of the waitstaff. “Get our guest a tall glass of water, could you? It’s going to be a long night.” And as succinctly as they arrived, they’re off again, to fetch Airin some water.

He then turns back to the Felicid, his smile thin and slimy, but somehow free of schemes. “Be prepared for a mostly boring night. Wolf usually only has to wrangle one or two every few nights, but maybe since he’s gone, the crowd will be bolder this evening.”

    Ah, he had to remember he wasn’t at the Gear Shift. MB would allow her employees to drink here or there. Airin wasn’t among them, but if a night was stressful they allowed to take a little edge off if they still had a few hours in the shift. 

    Leaning against the railing, he stretched his legs out to balance on his heels. “ Maybe they will ; I don’t mind hanging out up here though. ” Deidre was right– the music reached up here way clearer then downstairs. It was perfect for people watching too. He’d rely on his ears for any bullshit though.

  “ Less people, the music, the sights are nice… ”

“I’m glad you think that way. Prime real estate, hmmn?” His smile only grows, but then fades again as he’s brought a flute of pink champagne along with Airin’s water, and he quietly thanks the server, grasping the thin stem of the glass in ivory claws. Airin’s water is nudged over toward him, and Deidre lets his eyes slide shut as he sips his champagne, twittering almost inaudibly in pleasure.

Airin highlights what he likes about the club, and Deidre fluffs a bit under the praise, preening and looking proud of himself, but not in that arrogant, chest-puffing way so many birds do. Rather, he’s pleased that he’s made a good first impression; it’ll keep him coming back for more.

“Aren’t they, though? I like this sort of atmosphere. It’s relaxed and intimate without being too sexy, I think. Never understood the way so many mammalian club owners think with their second head.”

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airxn​:

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“Of course I saw,” Deidre purrs, “I can’t be the proprietor of a good club if I’m not observant. If my band is no good, then I have to get feedback and either hire a new one or give them the critique they need to improve.”

Airin seems to have picked up on the allure of the balcony, and Deidre looks chuffed, smiling at him in that sly, foxlike way he does when he’s gotten his way. Negotiation successful. “Glad to hear it. You sound passionate.”

When it’s requested of him, Deidre makes his way up the stairs to the balcony, and settles back into his seat, sighing contentedly. “Anything to drink, turtledove? On the house.“

  “ Guess ya’ got a point. ” Airin still kept an ear out for the music. Though he wish his Mama Bull had half the mind when it came to picking music like this guy. Yeah, she took requests, but… most of it was annoying electro, dubstep… bullshit. Some pop too, yet Airin had learned to drown it out.

    The bouncer follows closely. Keeping his eyes ahead of them, but his ears remained behind them. At the balcony he settled to lean on the rim in front of Deidre. His gaze following the groups of people below with his attention primarily on the entertainment. 

“ You want me to drink on the job? ” He threw back a teasing look. “ I don’t drink, but I’ll take a water. ”

Airin claps back at him about alcohol, and Deidre chuckles with some sort of muted glee, hands folded together in front of him. “I wasn’t offering alcohol, but I respect your professionalism. You passed a test I didn’t even think to have, Airin. We’ll see if you continue to impress me.”

Then, he calls out, holding one hand, two fingers extended, up, to summon a member of the waitstaff. “Get our guest a tall glass of water, could you? It’s going to be a long night.” And as succinctly as they arrived, they’re off again, to fetch Airin some water.

He then turns back to the Felicid, his smile thin and slimy, but somehow free of schemes. “Be prepared for a mostly boring night. Wolf usually only has to wrangle one or two every few nights, but maybe since he’s gone, the crowd will be bolder this evening.”

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Deidre: I am a silver blade forged in fire and quenched in blood; those who cross me risk their own demise!

Also Deidre, with someone he's claimed as a mate: chirp ♡

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airxn​:

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“Oh, no, of course not~!” Deidre teases back, though the innuendo, inevitably primed to sail over Airin’s blessed blond head, lays heavy in his tone. “I’d have to take you to dinner first and foremost.” Though his flirtation isn’t quite so subtle.

Airin’s tall, taller than him, if not by much, strong, built for wrestling loudmouthed curs to the ground and dragging them out by the scruff. That he’s handsome is just a bonus.

“Oh, the perfect vantage to keep tabs on the rabble, and it’s less noisy. I saw you looking a bit caught in the atmosphere before I approached you, didn’t I? You’d better be able to enjoy it without having to worry about lecherous men with whiskey and cigars on their breath crowding the lounge girls.”

At the foot of the stairs, he turns, a wry smile on his face. “Which is the second reason I’ve asked you to be detail. Wolf’s got his hands full tonight, so I’ve asked you out here to help pick up a bit of the slack. I don’t expect any of these animals to lay their hands on one of my hens, but if they do, that’s where you come in. Teach them a thing or two about respecting women, since their mothers clearly failed in that regard, hum?”

  “ Oh, you saw that? ” And yet he’s still looking behind him. The flirtation all but lost. He was deep int he music and atmosphere ; all of it fell into his own tempo. Though he wouldn’t admit he couldn’t care less about the smells or the people. With a human body everything was dulled down. 

    A brief chuckle escaped his lips. Only for it be swept away with an abrupt stop once he realized Deidre did. “ That sounds up my alley. I’ll be able to diffuse situations like that… knock some heads while I’m at it. ” He’d make a show of it too. With being up in a vantage point perverts wouldn’t expect someone to drop on top of them.

  “ Lead the way. ” Airin cooed.

“Of course I saw,” Deidre purrs, “I can’t be the proprietor of a good club if I’m not observant. If my band is no good, then I have to get feedback and either hire a new one or give them the critique they need to improve.”

Airin seems to have picked up on the allure of the balcony, and Deidre looks chuffed, smiling at him in that sly, foxlike way he does when he’s gotten his way. Negotiation successful. “Glad to hear it. You sound passionate.”

When it’s requested of him, Deidre makes his way up the stairs to the balcony, and settles back into his seat, sighing contentedly. “Anything to drink, turtledove? On the house.“

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airxn​:

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Deidre smiles ever so softly, but his eyes are sharp and cold, as Airin seems to be lost to the music before he realizes he’s there. He has such a sweet face, puppy like, almost, though he has that sternness to his brow that’s model for a man of his caliber. To be expected.

“Oh, I don’t plan on getting into any mischief, pet, it’s that there are people out there who don’t appreciate me breathing, as it were.” He gets a name, or a moniker, at least, and he smiles wider, though scarcely any more warmly. “Airin. There’s worse names you could have. You have the privilege of calling me Deidre. Enchanté. Come along, young man, I imagine in a place this nice, you’d like a seat with a view.”

With that, he turns on his heel, beckoning Airin after him with a half-raised arm, two clawed fingers up to coax him to follow, his other hand kept in a loose fist to the small of his back. Already trusting him.

    Where did MB meet this guy? She had the habit of getting in with all sorts of odd characters, but this one felt too blue blooded. It didn’t take much to get him talking. At least he wasn’t sore on the eyes.

  “ I jus’ met ya’. Can’t say I’d take a bullet quite yet. ” His pressed smile told of his tease. Though there was plenty truth to it. Which the blue blood would soon find out when he realizes Airin isn’t a pet. More like a mutt with a bad temper. 

Still, he takes a moment or two to follow Deidre. He throws a look or two over his shoulder before trailing behind him. “ What kind of view? You better entice me or I might prefer the ground floor. ”

“Oh, no, of course not~!” Deidre teases back, though the innuendo, inevitably primed to sail over Airin’s blessed blond head, lays heavy in his tone. “I’d have to take you to dinner first and foremost.” Though his flirtation isn’t quite so subtle.

Airin’s tall, taller than him, if not by much, strong, built for wrestling loudmouthed curs to the ground and dragging them out by the scruff. That he’s handsome is just a bonus.

“Oh, the perfect vantage to keep tabs on the rabble, and it’s less noisy. I saw you looking a bit caught in the atmosphere before I approached you, didn’t I? You’d better be able to enjoy it without having to worry about lecherous men with whiskey and cigars on their breath crowding the lounge girls.”

At the foot of the stairs, he turns, a wry smile on his face. “Which is the second reason I’ve asked you to be detail. Wolf’s got his hands full tonight, so I’ve asked you out here to help pick up a bit of the slack. I don’t expect any of these animals to lay their hands on one of my hens, but if they do, that’s where you come in. Teach them a thing or two about respecting women, since their mothers clearly failed in that regard, hum?”

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The lights are low, moody, and warm. Tellingly, not a single window is on the walls, locking the patrons within on a time of their own making; no daylight or moonlight to tell them what time it is, no clocks on the walls. It’s more like a casino than a club, but the loping swing under the fog of libidinous breath and the haze of cigar smoke gives away its status as a swanky gentleman’s club, the moaning sax and the thump of a standing bass’ strings completing the atmosphere.

He arrives, and it’s not long before a tall, snappily-dressed, pale fellow descends, a spectre, from the private balcony, his otherwise flawless complexion on his face marred by a scar across his left cheekbone, and another slightly cleaving his lip on the right.

In the dark, his eyes seem to gleam with a predatory iciness, but he holds no malice to his muscle for the evening.

“Ah, are you the bouncer Mum told me she was sending?” he asks, his voice more of a thrum than anything else, so deep is it, “I hate to make assumptions, but you have the build for it, darling, and you’re right on time.~”

    Such a spectacle falls on deaf ears. His hands clasped in front of him, Airin absentmindedly taps his foot to the rhythm of the sax. It’d been… too long since he’d listened to real music. Sure, the up-beat bullshit MB had on had its perks sometimes. Though it mostly became background noise. The only music at work to catch his interest came from Kamaria. A voice so beautiful the angels cry.

    His soft expression snapped back to being pressed. The bouncer wouldn’t forget he was made bodyguard tonight. At least where MB sent him wasn’t all that bad ; and the man he was aiding admittedly wasn’t bad on the eye.

  “ That’d be me– ” Airin offered a curt nod. “ ‘Told I’m watching over you tonight. What mischief do you plan on getting into? ”  His tease tickled a purr. “ They call me Airin by the way. ”

Deidre smiles ever so softly, but his eyes are sharp and cold, as Airin seems to be lost to the music before he realizes he’s there. He has such a sweet face, puppylike, almost, though he has that sternness to his brow that’s model for a man of his caliber. To be expected.

“Oh, I don’t plan on getting into any mischief, pet, it’s that there are people out there who don’t appreciate me breathing, as it were.” He gets a name, or a moniker, at least, and he smiles wider, though scarcely any more warmly. “Airin. There’s worse names you could have. You have the privilege of calling me Deidre. Enchanté. Come along, young man, I imagine in a place this nice, you’d like a seat with a view.”

With that, he turns on his heel, beckoning Airin after him with a half-raised arm, two clawed fingers up to coax him to follow, his other hand kept in a loose fist to the small of his back. Already trusting him.

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Deidre: I am a silver blade forged in fire and quenched in blood; those who cross me risk their own demise!

Also Deidre, with someone he's claimed as a mate: chirp ♡

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@airxn

The lights are low, moody, and warm. Tellingly, not a single window is on the walls, locking the patrons within on a time of their own making; no daylight or moonlight to tell them what time it is, no clocks on the walls. It’s more like a casino than a club, but the loping swing under the fog of libidinous breath and the haze of cigar smoke gives away its status as a swanky gentleman’s club, the moaning sax and the thump of a standing bass’ strings completing the atmosphere.

He arrives, and it’s not long before a tall, snappily-dressed, pale fellow descends, a spectre, from the private balcony, his otherwise flawless complexion on his face marred by a scar across his left cheekbone, and another slightly cleaving his lip on the right.

In the dark, his eyes seem to gleam with a predatory iciness, but he holds no malice to his muscle for the evening.

“Ah, are you the bouncer Mum told me she was sending?” he asks, his voice more of a thrum than anything else, so deep is it, “I hate to make assumptions, but you have the build for it, darling, and you’re right on time.~”

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piiiety​:

Manipulative Characters in Roleplays

I’ve kind of always wanted to write this rant, so here we go:

You know when there’s that character in the RP whose bio says that he’s supposed to be ‘manipulative’ and ‘sly’ and really good at reading people and clever and stuff?

Those characters are supposed to be brilliant puppet-masters, and they’re supposed to be able to manipulate other characters. The admins wrote that character that way for a reason, and the person playing the character should have the liberty to use their character in a realistic way. So when you’re playing against a character like that, don’t have your character guess the manipulative/secretive character’s motives just because you want the ‘good guys’ to win. Especially if you’re playing someone who’s supposed to be easily manipulated.

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lilithianqueen​:

Villains will kill your character.

Villains are there as antagonists, either to the greater good or themselves or whatever they desire. They will kill your character if they have to.

Villains are powerful, and messing with them should be approached with extreme caution. They can, and will, kill your character.

The old phrase ‘mistake not my kindness for weakness’ holds true, and sadly this is something I’ve seen through several fandoms. If your character goes after a character who is a known villain, and that character has already been proven to be unable to stand up to that villain? Your character’s life can be in jeopardy, because  they will kill your character.

I will not change my character to suit the narrative of yours. I will not warp my character’s personality to save your character. I will do what is within the bounds of my character’s abilities and universe to play them how they are to be played. Whether a character is canon divergent or canon compliant does not matter.

Villains will kill your character, and consequences cannot be avoided.

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.

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Tagging: Eh whatever go for it

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dxspereaux​:

“—You can’t just say you’re a ghost then disappear!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Disappear and then say I’m a ghost? Say “ay, it’s fucking haunted up in this bitch!”? I rather think not, hm?”