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[quillheel]

// I'm getting the job at my local supermarket!!!!!!!!!! SO happy about this even if it means im gonna be getting even more busy, but YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ripgray-moved]

and if i said i'm here to write after taking a break yesterday? 👁️

[elenaramirez]

@yui-amano//"Hey there. So sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me?" Elena flashed her most charming smile as she approached the receptionist's desk. The woman behind it seemed as out of place in this town as gold trim on a saddlebag, but for now, Elena's curiosity was secondary.

"I'm looking for one of the other guests staying here. A man about," she raised her hand to indicate Iqbal's height, "this tall. Glossy black hair, bronze skin." She knew the oil tycoon had left a good fifteen minutes ago and wasn’t likely to return anytime soon, which was exactly the point.

"I think he might’ve dropped this." Lowering one hand, she held up the other at face level. As she opened her closed fist, a gold watch on a delicate chain spilled from her palm to dangle from her middle and ring finger. "Could you tell me which room he’s staying in? I’d like to return it."

[ducktastic-dad]

@rradiioice | plotted starter .

it  is  rare  ━  so  very,  very  rare  that  lucifer  falls  ill.  the  unfortunate  circumstances  of  becoming  a  fallen,  his  immunities  weaken  ever-so  slightly  and,  on  occasion,  he  receives  glimpses  of  what  mortality  must  be  like.  these  glimpses  bury  themselves  into  his  very  core  ;  this  particular  bout  of  sickness  raising  the  morningstar's  temperature,  and  a  more  annoying  side-effect  alongside  it.  the  devil  at  his  bedside,  dressed  in  his  finest  and  eager  to  pretend  he  is  not  at  all  sick  down  in  the  lobby,  snaps  his  fingers.  .  .  then,  nothing.  he  snaps  them  again,  the  sound  far  louder  when  it  pings  off  the  circular  walls  of  his  room  ━  nothing.  still  nothing. a  few  more  snaps  and  lucifer  mutters  curses,  knowing  he'll  have  to  walk  downstairs  instead  of  simply  being  where  he  wants  to  be.  but  he  is  stubborn,  and  isn't  exactly  in  the  mood  to  be  working  on  his  cardio.  instead,  he  huffs  his  way  over  to  his  vanity,  and  pulls  open  one  of  the  drawers  to  retrieve  a  small  box  ;  within,  an  asmodean  crystal.  much  more  convenient  and  reliable  than  his  powers  on  their  own,  currently.  the  carefully  carved  crystal  is  pulled  from  the  box,  refracting  all  the  vibrancy  of  a  ruby  glow  upon  the  bright  white  of  his  coat,  and  the  case  itself  tosses  hurriedly  back  where  he  found  it.  eager  to  go,  eager  to  show  up  just  long  enough  so  he  can  slip  back  away  ━  too  eager.  a  tremble  in  his  hands,  and  the  apple-shaped  object  slips.  lucifer  fumbles,  briefly,  but  to  no  avail.  it  hits  the  ground  with  an  ear-splitting  thunk,  and  he  freezes.  did  he  just  break  a  priceless,  custom-made  gift  from  asmodeus  ?  .  .  .  no,  no,  surely  it's  fine  !   that  crystal  is  pretty  damn  hefty,  and  it's.  .  .  broken.  a  shard,  he  observes  as  he  takes  a  knee,  has  parted  from  the  rest.  index  finger  and  thumb  pinch  it  from  the  ground,  while  his  other  hand  reaches  to  grab  its  much  larger  and  more  complete  counterpart.  sweating.  is  he  sweating  ?   he  never  sweats.  it  must  be  because  he  is  so  very  ill. ( if only he were somewhere a bit cooler. )

the  sliver  of  ruby  pushes  back  into  place,  claws  acting  with  the  same  precision  as  tweezers.  there,  all  better  !   looks  like  it  never  even  happened,  really,  and  once  he  is  well  again,  he  can  use  his  powers  to  fix  it  more  permanently.  for  now,  this  will  do. no  point  in  wasting  any  more  time  ;  lucifer  gives  the  object  a  gentle  caress,  and  the  portal  opens  as  expected.  a  bit  strange,  though.  .  .  the  hallway  wall  is  clearly  on  the  other  side,  not  the  lobby  from  what  he  can  tell.  but  after  such  a  dramatic  scare,  it  seems  lucifer  is  through  with  taking  anymore  chances  ━  hell  forbid  he  tries  to  open  a  second  portal  and  it  doesn't  work  ━  he  is  willing  to  take  a  win  where  he  can  get  one.  black-clad  boots  step  through,  the  click  of  his  heels  hitting  the  carpeting  with  a  dull  thud.  did  that  petty  hotelier  mess  with  his  decor  again  ?   he  could  swear  this  wallpaper  was  different.   (  just  because  alastor  is  the  facilities  manager  doesn't  mean  he  can  do  whatever  he  goddamn  wants.  )   serpentine  tongue  clicks  against  the  roof  of  his  mouth,  and  he  turns  his  head  to  look  down  the  corridor. 

there,  standing  in  the  hall,  appears  to  be  the  hotelier  on  his  mind.  much  unlike  himself  though,  alastor  seems  to  be  sporting  a  particularly.  .  .  different  palette  today.  the  portal  closes,  and  lucifer  begins  making  his  way  up  to  the  only  other  company  within  sight.  he  starts,

❝    you  ━  uh,    ❞

and  then  stammers,  uncertain.  there  is  a  slim  chance  this  is  some  sort  of  illness-induced  illusion,  though  this  particular  symptom  has  never  popped  up  in  the  last  ten  millennium.  what  isn't  an  illusion  ━  or  so  he  believes,  would  be  the  particularly  cool  temperature  drifting  from  alastor.  somewhat  soothing,  in  comparison  to  his  own.

❝    you  look  very.  .  .  blue,  today.  what,  mid-life  crisis  ?    ❞

[vessalis]

I never got to say goodbye to you. I didn't want to leave you behind, I was scared to draw the line l, even when everything was over, and it was radio silence from your end, because what if it wasn't? What if I just went and ruined what I had with the fist person that I called a friend? But you never came back, and it's been awhile now. I was lonely then and so I thught what we had was deeper than what really was. I can't really blame you, I don't blame you, I had no right to expect anything back, really. I was foolish, really. And it's time to do what I refused to in a long while.

Goodbye, 'Jack'.

Hello? Um due to the fact that you did send this anonymous I'm afraid I am not quite sure who you are and I am well aware that I have been off this blog for a long time, as life got in the way, but I mean if you ever do see this reply know that if you were someone I talked to, roleplayed with, or anything I never meant any ill intentions with any silence on my end, i really was just living life and forgot about tumblr roleplay in general. and would love to reconnect if you want?

[stahl-konigin]

Guess who won their 50/50 uwu]

[haemuna]

" you are not the only one troubled by all this. " her words are followed by a tired sigh. never in all her days could she imagine the events that had transpired in just few days to happen. but the dragonkeepers walking away from their mother ... that had left the princess rethinking everything. until this point , following her mother's command had been as easy as breathing. but this? the word bastard was far from her thoughts. her concerns lying solely with their way of life effectively coming to an end. when this was all over. would the dragonkeepers return? all of those worries would soon vanish however , upon looking to her brother @worthyheir. no doubt in her mind that this must have been filling him with all sorts of worries upon his future. " have you spoken to mother again? "

[serpentblccd]

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .

— tagged by: @rxvenhairedprincesss

— tagging: @coophunts , @pierfangs , @pagesturncd, @serpentblccd , @survivedtheodds , @pinkxperfectionisms , @inkedmuses , @princedickhead , @depictedblue, @depictedmorada , @pierprincess

adapted from this post ! BOLD what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. repost; do NOT reblog.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 .     tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 .     idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 .     the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 .     the literal meaning of i’ll give you the shirt off my back ( only if you prove loyalty to him ), isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them

𝐋𝐄𝐎 .     no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 .     can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 .     solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love their self

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 .     easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they often times find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 .     impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 .     scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a lot for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 .     gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 .     empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation

[jeoseungsaja]

And, despite the pain you went through, you still have mellow eyes; you still have helping hands; you still irradiate warmth; you still have a a gentle heart. And, despite it all, you still have the courage to be kind.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PATRICK MYUNGDAE GRACE ❤️📖🧩!!! (@clemencetaught)

[lgctee]

「♆ 1, 2 STEP ♆」

Having his own workshop was still something that Tee was getting used to. It was nerve wracking and Tee wasn't sure how well he was teaching the trainees or if they were learning anything from him. He hoped this wasn't a waste of their time and that he was actually helping them. Only time would tell.

The group had gathered for a few classes and Tee was impressed with how well each of the trainees were doing and how well they could all dance. It definitely made things easier. @lgcasami was Tee's only female trainee and that in itself made her stand out, but as soon as he'd heard she had dance experience, then he couldn't help but see her as a dancer and not a trainee. It also changed how he explained things to her compared to the others. None of this was in a bad way. In fact, it was more beneficial for them both as he felt more relaxed when around another who had dance experience.

❛ Asami-ssi, ❜ Tee began as he approached the young female with a smile. ❛ You did well that time. You're good at picking up choreography so we just need to work on how you look when you dance it. Good job. Do you have any questions before we start again? ❜

[quillheel]

ring ring ring ring banana phone~! // @gravesung

[ txt -> kdr. ♔ ] you know, you make it very difficult not to think of you sometimes. i'm beginning to think it's intentional. [ txt -> kdr. ♔ ] that outfit, case in point, is one of them. [ txt -> kdr.♔ ] is this a punishment or something ? or have you just been stealing lines from my book lately.

[ripgray-moved]

no way people have unfollowed because i've been unable to shut the fuck up about my source material—

[elenaramirez]

for: @ursanazyalensky

location: Hedon, Ursa's church

Curiosity killed the cat and one day it was probably going to kill her. But a demon priest running his own church in Hedon? That seemed like something straight out of The Exorcist, or The Conjuring maybe. It was the kind of thing you were either desperate to learn more about or refused to touch with a ten foot pole, and Elena firmly belonged in the former category. Her track record with demon elders in particular hadn't been great thus far, but perhaps three was the charm.

Slipping past the heavy doors, the scent of frankincense immediately assaulted her senses. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior but once they did, Elena was almost disappointed by how normal everything seemed. She had never been particularly big on religion or churches. The last time she had been inside of one, she'd been inside a casket. Well, her body at least. As for her mind—there had just been a whole lot of nothing for a while there. But this seemed like the regular old snoozefest; dogmatic and outdated.

Picking up a candle near the entrance - its wick lighting up with holy fire - she ventured further into the nave, letting her fingertips trail along the wooden pews as she went. She would've expected an upside down cross at least, but Elena supposed that wasn't very covert or human-friendly. Her feet had nearly carried her all the way to the altar when she noticed him—sleek black suit jacket, white cleric collar.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. —That's how it works, isn't it?"

[herresponsibiliity]

@maythehighgroundbewithyou liked for a starter

Attina thought it mad of her father to allow herself and all her sisters out at the same time for the Season, seven daughters all seeking husbands at the same time. Attina was 19, becoming precariously close to being labeled an old maid, while the youngest of her sisters was 15, a ripe age for marriage. At this point in her life Attina felt she would fail her father in becoming the only of his daughters to not find the happiness he wanted them to have. It was what she had been thinking of for her early morning walk with her lady's maid. The park was nice but she kept near the river, the soft sounds of the water over rock a soothing sensation for her.

[hopelied]

♔ @pcrdiseseekers said: [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] + reverse (nagito aka servant)

"My, oh my - Nagito Komaeda, what in the world happened to you?"

Makoto can't help the twisted smile on his face as he looks down on his captive, trying to suppress the sadistic laugh rising in his throat. He'd set off to find the Despair Remnants once again after he faked his death at Hope's Peak Academy, knowing that the Future Foundation was likely going to try and execute them - and he couldn't have that, not when they'd been doing so well to keep the world from rebuilding. He knew they couldn't be doing the same things they were up to the last time he saw them, but seriously... What had become of the Ultimate Luck?

He knocked him out and tied him up in one of his hideouts before talking to him, though - just in case. It was hard to tell when this guy was going to switch sides, given his disgusting infatuation with hope...

"Playing babysitter, huh? You let those kids draw on your face and everything... Uhuhu, what a goddamn joke! I bet you're glad I'm getting you out of there. Those kids don't need you around, anyways. We've got more important things to do, you know~!"

[a-koschyei]

continued . . . ♔. from the hoard : 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔞 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 ( @zmeydeva )

❛❛ and why else would i have come as a bird, if not to be caught by your attention ? ❜❜ that he should take to the skies, perch in an altar that might as well have been a waterhole ( when gauzy-eyed predators watch from all sides, wait to take aim, salivate for the moment so much as a feather brushes a silvered shadow or a darkened pebble ) was a display of vanity, yes. of one who no longer feared death. of one who sought to win her favor, should it have been lost again. for even if he'd suspected to find a deserter: the first time he forgave. the second time he will again. but the third ? in an earlier iteration of the story, he'd come baring dog-teeth. he thinks he still would. but in time, endless war makes weary beasts of everyone. perhaps on the third he would simply let her go. with a final burning of a bridge and an acidic scorn for the dried up spaces and empty table seat she'd leave behind.

he knows this allegiance was broken and amended by salt. that there is not enough of him in her heart. and so long apart, the raw image of the tsaritsa's power is something that has since stilled and settled at the lake bottom of his own. but it stirs again. muddies the waters. with gazes locked like talons, he is too proud to let her share in this. yet too wizened to pretend at shyness as she drips and dresses. he regards zoya as he would nature, though she burns in his throat.

❛❛ it was an invitation. a courtesy for your great service. i thought you would not refuse it from a friendlier face, but it would seem i miscalculate the blighted distance wedged between us. ❜❜ this the tsar now tests, prowling to meet her at the water's edge, hands behind his back, spine at attention. but his mouth is too relaxed, his lean too daring. ❛❛ if it pleases you then, ❜❜ koschei croons into her ear, ❛❛ to have it be me, and only me, who darkens your door at the feeding hour, i will not deny you. ❜❜