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Long as we're on the subject, Jafar? Lol

Omg you know what? Yeah I'd do it, but I haven't yet. And I'd probably make everyone uncomfortable with how horny he is. Anybody interested in a horny Jafar?

You know what I've already forgotten what's on the meme. I'm supposed to write a snippet i think? Here we go...

As usual, the day burned the sky and sands, and the people toiled in the streats. The sweltering heat brought exhaustion to even the most hardy, but Jafar was well shielded by the stone walls and their darkness as he worked in solitude, scheming, puzzling. Each day, there was something to gain or work towards. What would he seek this time? Treasures were well and good, but often, he has better ideas...

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SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE ! 

I’LL REPLY WITH 

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO 

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

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❓|| Sergey & Keith~

Does my muse trust yours?  Decently well, fighting at someone’s side tends to foster a little trust, and Sergey is naturally a trusting person, despite all odds.

Does my muse dislike yours? Not at all!

Would my muse kill someone for yours? yes

Would my muse kill your muse? Depends on verse and whats going on and why.

Would my muse save yours? *looks at our first thread with them* uh yeah i sure hope it does

Does my muse find your muse attractive? Yes :3c

Is my muse disgusted by yours? Nope

Would my muse go on a date with your muse?  Yes!

Would my muse kiss yours?  yes uwu

Would my muse betray yours?  not unless it’s main verse and he’s being forced to by the bird. If I haven’t explained that, the bird is the demon possessing Sergey. Oh, and I suppose he’d betray Keith if Keith betrayed him first.

My muse’s favorite thing about yours is how cute he is :3

The thing my muse dislikes about yours is how he doesn’t get what Sergey’s going on about sometimes with his hyperfixations. But maybe Sergey can just explain it? Cue the infodump...

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Send ❓  and my muse will answer all questions honestly.    

Does my muse trust yours?   

Does my muse dislike yours?

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

Would my muse kill your muse?

Would my muse save yours? 

Does my muse find your muse attractive? 

Is my muse disgusted by yours? 

would my muse go on a date with your muse?  

would my muse kiss yours?  

would my muse betray yours?   

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

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"Why are you showing me this?" || Keith to Sergei || v: wanderer among the stars

“Because I think you can help me.” Sergey answered, holding eye contact with Keith. In his hands, he held a mask, somewhat birdlike- reminiscent of that of a plague doctor. He wore armor, but it was not that of a Galra commander- no, it was that of his persona, a criminal, a killer. Oleg, his lieutenant, stood at his side, dressed in dark armor as well with a similar mask pulled up and to the side ad an angle to show his face, ruffling his hair.

Sergey smiled faintly, leaning in a little. He knew Keith, knew his values and his strength by now. They were near strangers, yes, but after a couple encounters Sergey had put in his research and come up with something valuable indeed. Keith was part Galra, and even more important, their morals nearly matched.

“I believe that you can join us. Not in the Galra empire, but in fixing it. You know of your terran plague doctors, yes? They whipped those infected to drive sin from their bodies in the belief that this would save them, and when it did not, they burned the sickly fallen to keep the rest safe and healthy. We will do the same with far more modern methods, to end the illness that is political and moral corruption and violence. All you must do is don the mask. We will train you if you accept it, show you where and who to hit and how.”

Oleg watched, stoic and calm. He didn’t trust this stranger, but he knew well how to handle a turncoat. He could shoot the boy if he had to, to protect himself and Sergey. But despite his worry, he trusted and respected Sergey, his partner, to make the right decisions, and to survive his missteps. He’d made mistakes in the past, yes, but he’d proved himself able to pick up the pieces.

So he was here to show Keith the ropes, to teach him to fight how he had to. To take care of him, until he was able to take care of himself, and to keep him in line. He’d taught Sergey, even if he took a follower position to him, and Sergey was completely faithful in his ability to teach one more person. Oleg was dubious, but flattered, and he’d do anything. Again, he trusted his partner’s judgement, so he chimed in.

“We will help you with more than that, if you agree. We have a home, you can stay there with us. Food, a warm bed, at the cost of your service. You can learn more about your Galra heritage, as well as human history if you wish, and what the two have in common. You are not so alone as you may believe, and we can help you. Between work, of course.”

“Exactly. Will you accept this, Keith?” Sergey smiled, holding out the mask.

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I never update my list of muses because im so lazy butuuuuh LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM VALKA (set just before or during httyd2)

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hmmm....

hmMmmmm....

HHmMmmnnghjjjkkjkkk....

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Canon interaction.

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Sergey and Oleg looked at each other before Sergey shrugged.

"There's another one down here, but it's dusty. I just thought you'd like the better view up there. Oleg...?"

"I'll take care of it." He sighed. Dust everything, change the sheets for good measure... Should be fine. He'd just have to move his old stuff out. It had been his room for a long time, but since Sergey had recovered and didn't want to come downstairs, Oleg had moved up to join him.

"No, silly, we'll do it together. What does it need?" Sergey smiled, squeezed Oleg's hand. Oleg blinked, realizing he had accidentally slipped into his old servantile habits, and gave the short list of tasks.

"I'll take care of the sheets and your things, if you take care of the dusting?" Sergey offered, and Oleg nodded.

miscellaneous-muses​:

Sergey and Oleg spoke to each other for a moment, low background murmurs matching Katya’s whispers to fill the house with comfortable quiet. They finished putting groceries away, and when Katya looked to them they were leaned against the counter, Oleg scrolling on his tablet with an arm around Sergey, who was cuddled up to him, pressing as much of his body close as he could as if trying to fuse and looking at the tablet as well, occasionally pointing to things as they murmured to each other.

The moment Katya spoke, they both looked up at her and then disentangled, though they held hands. Sergey spoke as Oleg set down the tablet, “You’ll be in the guest room, next to ours. Here, this way. And you can relax, there’s nothing wrong.” Not to mention the tension made Margot nervous. She insistently bumped her head into Katya’s hand trying to get her to calm down.

Katya crooked a brow at both Sergey and Oleg. In fact, her whole face scrunched up, as if asking, “Really?” She knew they were in love, but she didn’t know they were that in love. It’s like they were straight out of a cheesy romance movie. It was a miracle they were even able to de-tangle from each other.

She would’ve made more of a horrified face, next, if not for Margot’s insistent bumping. Katya didn’t like the idea of sleeping so nearby.

A hard line formed across her face, as Katya stayed rooted in her spot—focusing on Margot. She smoothed out the bird’s feathers, again, as she bit out, “I don’t wanna sleep where you guys can check-in on me so easily.”

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МАЙОР ГРОМ: ЧУМНОЙ ДОКТОР MAJOR GROM: PLAGUE DOCTOR (2021) — dir. Oleg Trofim

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“Since when were you the boss of me?”

"Since 47 BC according to your world's timeline, you plebeian. Now, fetch me my wine- for the arcana's sake, not the golden goose, it would pair terribly with this meal."

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Medieval bard moodboard

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"Katya, you can't blackmail me. I have no shame." Sergey grins.

Ugh, I can’t believe you’d even do that.

..Looks like I have even more blackmail material, now~

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comfort character (dead)

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yah its called plague fam

is there an exact word for “two fugitives on the run from a governmental force, roadtripping across country as the occult and supernatural loom over their developing familial bond” because that really be my jam these days