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“I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop me from being gay in public places.” 

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erfinderin‌:

“Eh, I don’t gamble. I have better things to do. I’ll check that place out though. Thanks!”

“So.” Miu smiles, one hand on her hip. “I take it you gamble a lot? That’s kinda cool.”

“It’s a talent.” Celestia replies in an easy voice, looking down at her scarred hands, admiring her nails for a moment. 

“I’ve continued enjoying myself since I’ve come here. It was easy enough to find a place-- outside of the casino of course. Difficult to gamble where you work.” 

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@handsel || starter call

“Hey, wait up!”

“Where’d you get that bitchin’ ring? Did you get it around here? I’ve been thinkin’ about wearing rings.”

“Pardon?” Celestia stops abruptly, turning a neat about-face to look over this stranger. While the language is crass, the compliment makes her smile ever so slightly.

“I won it, actually. But, I did get it here. There’s a jewelry shop in the Golden Ward, the owner is quite willing to take bets.” 

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gentomologist‌:

   Arachnids may not to be insects, but all arthropods–a phylum, scientifically, although the sentimental side of Gonta likes to think of them as a great big family–are a special interest of his.

As such, his head turns at the very mention of them. He waits with forced patience until he’s noticed to say or do anything, not wanting to interrupt, and so his relief at being approached is obvious to see.

“Yes! They’re amazing, and I know a lot about them,” he responds with a smile. Not quite as much as bugs, but he’ll have to try his best. “So maybe I can help! With… ah, what is the matter, exactly?”

“Oh, delightful.” Celestia does manage a better smile then, hands clasped and head tilted. Gonta is a familiar face, though she doesn’t recall much of any previous conversations that they might have had. “I have one at home-- Therese is my Chilean rose hair tarantula. She’s quite the little darling.” 

At that, she pulls out her phone, tapping for a moment so she can show the other a picture of the creature, who peeks out of her hiding spot with all the curiosity a tarantula can muster. 

“I’d like to upgrade her living arrangements. I figured a veterinarian would be the smartest individual to ask. But if you know, I won’t argue.” 

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freshflipwizard‌:

@handsel

“Okay, okay, I got a question for ya: would you rather have everything you eat be too salty or not salty enough no matter how much salt you add? Because just thinking about this question put me in such an inconsolable state, I almost punched my friend for messing with me for it.”

“Not salty enough, obviously. There are plenty of other flavors you can use to balance that, unfortunate arrangement, hm?” It’s an easy question in her mind. But, she finds another. “Everything you eat is excessively sour, or excessively bitter?”

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It had taken a line of conversation, and a bit of hunting around to procure Gonta’s name. However, despite her best efforts, actually finding the man so she could observe for herself proved to be a bit difficult. However, that changed when someone nearby seems interested enough when she asks a local about finding a veterinarian suitable for an arachnid. 

So, when the person she’s asking turns out to be useless, Celestia approaches, tilting her head and offering a thin smile. 

“And what about you? Anything useful to say on the matter of spiders?”

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1000thblow‌:

☆ . the cat weighs just as much as it looks, and at least he was prepared for it. it was just this big, massive ball of fur that is now chatting up a storm inside his arms. he’s in love with this cat. he’s gonna fucking steal this cat. – okay, he won’t steal the cat, but i guess it gives him a reason to spend more time with his classmates.

while giving the loaf some chin scritches, he gives a small nod of acknowledgement, “i’ll keep that in mind. i like the beefy one anyway. he’s chill. i’ve always kinda considered a pet, but i can barely manage feedin’ and takin’ care of myself, let alone the other person ‘m feedin’, and a pet.” some extra company would always be nice… 

he couldn’t help but to snicker at the face she made when his ‘cat’ friend was mentioned. it’s a confusing situation. “he’s alright. i take care of him and feed him when he lets me. a tarantula, though, might be more up my b– friend’s alley. ain’t a fan of bugs, and especially not spiders. that’s pretty badass though.” 

Beefcake looks content to be swept away, kidnapped to some mysterious realm. Celestia herself wouldn’t allow it, but she seems to trust Leon to hold onto her cat. Her own smile is this fond thing, and she leans forward to scratch Beefcake between the ears, mumbling a few silly things to the cat, before pulling back into herself and looking less casual. Slips like that happen from time to time, but Celestia is quite good at finding herself again. 

“They’re both quite old. I need to take him to a vet, talk about something for his arthritis. Poor darling.” Those cats are her joy, and it’s obvious by the sheen in her eyes. “Perhaps you can borrow Beefcake on a trial basis.”

“Sounds like a cat.” Though, the connection to a person isn’t something she totally understands. “Ah, who might that be? You’ll have to introduce me. My own friends aren’t too fond of my little darling.” 

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🍻 + “ who are you, really ?”

DRUNKEN CONFESSION.

“I am not who I seem.” Her drunk voice is stale, a dry thing that clangs against a  metal bowl. Soon enough, Celestia laughs, swirling her whiskey and downing another sip.

“I,” A hiccup. “I am a ward of the state, deemed unfit for where I was born. It does its work on a soul.” 

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drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

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forgedempathy‌:

xxx @handsel

The detective gave a low hum at the sight of those brilliant red hues. His own lingered on the girl’s face before glancing away to focus on nothing in particular. Naturally he noticed someone being watched though it took him longer than it should have. Seems the knowledge was already known. It didn’t surprise him, considering who it was. Celestia, that was her name, right? Probably, as Jin didn’t really remember names much, nor did they interact back home.

“That guy over there,” he voiced quietly with a small tilt of his head, violet orbs focusing on someone nearby. Not quite suspicious, but enough to draw attention. “Don’t think ‘s particularly dangerous, though..if I remember right, ya don’t mind that, do ya?”

It’s impulse that makes her nearly snarl at the figure that’s lurked too close for too long. She’s used to being stared at, and doesn’t particularly mind. After all, she’s an odd looking sort, and well, Celestia appreciates the particular attention that she can claim for herself. Her skills warrant this, after all. 

“I see,” her voice is curt, bright eyes locking on to the figure who’s doing a terrible job of being subtle, now that she’s managed to make decent eye contact with him. “Shame, there’s such a lack of competency in the world nowadays. You could see the fool a mile away.” 

She glowers, turning her head ever so slightly. “Perhaps I should tell him to cease and desist. It’s not even subtle.” 

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“Yer bein' watched.”

“I’m aware.” She speaks in a low voice, turning around once so piercing eyes can track over the other’s face. Celestia Ludenberg does not miss out on much. 

“But ah, I value an outside opinion. Just who is watching me?”

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“looking for trouble, are we?”

Late Night Wanderings

“Who? Me?” She tilts her head, and gives this stranger a serene look. The smile she offers is painted on, much like what a doll has. Celestia is good at those sorts of games, and adjusts her stance so she’s standing proud and tall, a knife hidden in her sleeve.

“I’d say that I’m just trying to walk home alone. Is that so threatening?” Her tone grows annoyed, a vague sneer starting on her mouth. “I don’t take kindly to being bothered frivolously.” 

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“I know where I’m going.”

Late Night Wanderings

“I’m sure you do, Togami-kun.” Celestia speaks gently, holding off that note of sarcasm that threatens to make this less friendly. So, she manages a small laugh, and folds her hands together.

“But, if I recall. That street is under construction. They’re pouring concrete, and I assume you have no desire to ruin your shoes. So let me show you the alternate route, I insist.” 

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

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“You wouldn’t happen to have anything for a headache on you, would you?”

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lunarreprise‌:

…Yeah, this girl definitely didn’t need her help. Kaede could tell that this girl was a survivor. Poised, calm, collected. She reminded her a bit of Maki Harukawa. The way she seemed to be in utter control of herself. Was she… used to this sort of thing? On one hand, it was a better option than losing it. It was the only reason Kaede hadn’t allowed herself to break down. She didn’t want to inconvenience those who could fight.

On the other hand,it was kind of… sad. Maybe the pianist was too hopeful. She wanted everyone to be happy. To live their lives. She was rather naive, when it came down to it. She was still struggling to come to turns with that fact. No point to it, at the moment. She should focus on her survival first.

“…Right,” she agreed, watching the other girl swiftly handle the… creature. It was still hard to process that this was… happening. That it was real. “Thank you…,” she tented her fingers together, “I’ll try not to get in your way.”

Admittedly, Celestia isn’t feeling her best. But, she’s trying her best. It’s luck that’s made sure she hasn’t been hurt, but she’s still a decent fighter, moving with grace despite her unconventional weapon. Blunt weapons, and the display of strength they require, aren’t typically for a dainty sort like her. But, when she made due, she continued with an old habit that didn’t die, not even hard. 

“I doubt you will. You look petrified.” Her voice is steady, Celestia turning to look at the stranger with a glimmer of a smile. When her sleeves call back, there are visible burn scars, the odd lines on her fingers from her time in capture. She is no stranger to the odd. 

“So,” Celestia puts the hammer down, though the handle still remains in her grasp. “Have you found somewhere safe, or are you still floundering? You don’t seem like a fighter, as harsh as that may sound. It’s all over your face.”

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thcshape‌:

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      There was something about her… she looked dark. She felt like some of the others at the institution Michael grew up in. She felt dark. But she was young, and it was Halloween, and Michael was ready to kill.

  He’d spent an hour or two watching her, observing her graceful way of moving, the way she looked on at others like she was better than them. Perhaps she was, in some ways. She was beautiful, and she stood out from the crowd of teens in short skirts and low-cut tops. The children wearing over the top costumes looked out of place, but her, in her elaborate outfit, she looked like she belonged on Halloween night as much as Michael did. 

  Finally he decided he was done watching. She turned a corner, and Michael was there. If she didn’t pay attention, she would walk right into him. She wouldn’t see him until it was already too late. Until his knife was held above her head, ready to strike.

Celestia Ludenberg, above everything, is observant. She is a master of trickery, of the strange and the unusual. She’s the sort to keep poison in her pockets, bits and pieces of witchery. Above all else, she is crafty and oh so dangerous. It is because of that, that she hides a weapon in the folds of her dress, that metal headed hammer that she’s used to kill men before. 

She plays no games, shows no fear. And so, she shows none as she moves through the crowd, hair pinned and no layer of her skirt out of place. 

And because she is observant, Celestia Ludenberg sees that knife, and the man wielding it and steps back, offering a smile that’s halfway to a sneer, a hand drifting to her skirt to ready the weapon. A small step back, but she doesn’t scream for help, doesn’t panic or do as most young women might. Instead, she speaks, curt and annoyed.

“My dear, I am already dead. There is no game here.” A lie, to a certain degree. She is dead, yes, but this Celestia moves and breathes and feels. It’s a sort of purgatory. “I suggest you move along.”