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✩ :Belief they've questioned/struggled with

My brotherhood. Heaven is more corrupt than anyone would like to believe. You are just a piece of chess to those up there. A replaceable piece. The moment you fall they forget you. And then they will hold you responsible for what you have become. It is rather difficult to believe in what hypocrites like those can actually do. There is no higher good, we may as well just care for own skins. 

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⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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When his grace had been taken and replaced with eternal emptiness --but mind it, a dangerous one-- he somehow had managed to keep some of his powers. He still could read people, detect their mood and whatnot. But while once he had used that to help the poor souls, he now used it for his benefits. To him no one was entirely useless. They surely could be twisted somehow and be turned to at least as an informant or even entertainment. With his grace, his sympathy had vanished. There was only him and the rest were there only for him. 

But as if none of those were true, he smiled charmingly at her. His performance was truly Oscar worthy. Pretending to care was so much easier and people believed him so quickly that it was funny. None of this though were reflected him his smile and he even managed to fake some sort of kindness in his gestures. The woman was rather charming, interesting. He couldn't risk letting her walk out, not before making sure she would return to him.

"You'd be surprised by the amount of people who have walked here with the same reason" he said with a nonchalant chuckle. "It is probably the tokens here, they have a great energy" he added and smirked slightly though the reason was because he knew the real reason while she didn't. "And if I didn't let you look around what kind of shop owner would I be?" he asked with a small laugh. "Please" he said with a hypnotic voice, "Be my guest" he said softly. "If you wish for then I will keep you company? Talking to my customers is a hobby of mine" he said.

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Alexis was in a bad mood. She decided to go out and take a walk instead of staying home, keeping her mind off things. She took a walk down the Sunset, her sunglasses on to hide her away from world outside, she was just a lonely soul between the others, an outside watcher of the other’s life. She looked around to catch something to keep her interest up, something to tickle her curiosity enough to distract her. She stopped in front of a store and felt attracted by it.

There was a strange energy coming from it. Strange and intense. Alexis felt as she was lured to it, as she was actually taken to it by a strange guide. She entered, taking a look around her, and then heard a voice. A beautiful deep and low voice. She turned her head and found herself looking in the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. “Hi..” She said, her voice so little, almost dying in her throat.

“I actually don’t know how.. I was very curious and I felt like.. pulled here..” She said, with a shy smile on her face. “This place is.. very interesting..” She said. “Maybe I’ll take a look around, can I?” 

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Du levande

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It makes sense, now everything is clear. 

Me gusta

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//Okay, I have to ask this as a mun;

Is Whip checking out Cat's ass?

not that i mind but i really want to know XD

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Relationship Asks:

♛ : OTP for my muse

☠ : NOTP for my muse

♙ : Character my muse hates

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse.

♜ : My muse's best friend.

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.

☩: Crossover Ship with my muse.

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I feel like I’m the  w o r s t. So I always act like I’m the  b e s t.

insp. x

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REBLOG IF YOU WANT CURIOUS ANONS

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New Company||Open

Though he had admirable organization skills, even he struggled to find what he looked for among all the things he had. The back of the store had the function of storage. But among so many unique and interesting objects, finding something was rather difficult. Even for the owner of the shop. "Where on fucking earth?" he mumbled to himself as he carefully moved the objects in one of the many shelves that the room had. "It was here" he mumbled again to himself with a sigh. Though he had a great patience, it was not nice to think he may had lost one of his valuable tokens. But what Lysandros owned he never let go. Few seconds later a wicked smile appeared on his face as he caught the sight of the jar. "There you are" he chuckled as he carefully picked it. "Thought you could hide?" he chuckled again as he walked back to the store, "Nothing escapes me" he added. 

His store was rather obscure. People would usually think that it was due the odd objects within. They were mistaken. The obscurity radiated from him but fools just missed easily. Frankly Lysandros was pleased with that. It made so much easier to toy with people. A charming smile, a couple of kind words and they would be in his web, like flies ready to be eaten by the spider. 

But as if he wasn't that spider he whistled contently as he placed the jar on its new place in the store. "There" he mumbled happily. Right then he sensed someone coming in to the store. Time to play, he thought. 

"Welcome to my little humble store, please don't be shy" he smiled. "How can I help you?"

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