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[timeislikemusic]

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞ ( @ liu xiao because …. ofc he wants to be difficult <3 )

Evening fog seeps around the vehicle. Liu Xiao watches the lights of the car ahead of him. They’re trapped together in standstill traffic, him and his unfortunate, in-need-of-a-ride passenger. He suspects an accident somewhere up ahead is to blame, but he’s too distracted by Xia Fei’s backchat to think on the subject further. Once again, the blonde says something to drag his attention from the road.

“I see,” he replies, his expression saccharine sweet. Desaturated blue eyes flit about Xia Fei’s features; he’s not put off by this act in the slightest. If anything, all it does is prompt a trade-off. He lacks the same amount of sass in his voice, but who would he be if he let that stop him? “I hope you feel better soon.”

Xia Fei’s fussiness has become oddly charming. Was this an obstacle for Vein as well, back when they were getting to know each other? He hopes not. Xia Fei gives him a hard time, but the repartee feels uniquely theirs. He’s alright with it, and enjoys humoring it, whether he eventually wins him over or not. He won’t, however, be letting this redirect slide that easily. The matter at hand is too important.

“You should make sure you get enough sleep tonight.” Liu Xiao’s focus is back on the road and he speaks with amused simplicity. “I’ve heard cases of ‘not my problem’ can rapidly decline. Before you know it, it might become ‘my problem’ after all.” And maybe it’s not Liu Xiao who Xia Fei would help with this. Maybe. But, that’s neither here nor there ‘til the illness passes, is it? “Be careful.”

[jfouler]

I love Jamie dearly and I mean this affectionately but he's always such a battle to write because I am constantly fighting his character to further things rather than just start blasting/be grumpy and mopey and leave the room to deal with things himself. Which is like his whole thing, which is unfortunate for me and everyone

And this is entirely a me problem but I swear he's gotten harder to rp over the years and I feel like I'm losing my minddd 😭 I mean he was never really built good for text rp. But I keep doing my best gdhrhdhgjd when I make these posts they're less vents and more just me laughing at myself 

[rwac96]

Crossover AU: Knights wish

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Who was the one to propose: Jaune

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Shantae

Who decorated the house: Both

Who does the cooking: Jaune

Who does the cleaning: Jaune

Who is more organized: Jaune

Who initiates bedroom fun: Shantae

Who suggested kids first: Shantae

[sansloii]

[ txt: evan ] how big is ur dick ??

The raven squints a bit at his phone, reading the text message he received twice just to fully parse what it said. Once he has, though, Evan lets out an amused little exhale—the smallest hint of a laugh waking him up a bit further as he rolls onto his back in bed, reluctantly sitting up after.

“What kinda question is that…?” he mumbles, hooking his thumb in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling it away from his waist — phone in hand, camera pulled up and angled down at his exposed crotch He has half a mind to warn Gene, if the man happened to be in public… but that reasonable voice is quickly pushed aside in favor of the one that is so intent on helping Gene answer his question.

[ txt: Genie ] <img sent> [ txt: Genie ] dunno. you tell me. [ txt: Genie ] you can come take measurements in person

The phone is deposited back onto his bed and Evan runs a hand through his hair, looking around his now lit bedroom. The time on his phone read 11:00 am....

...he should really get up.

How big him dick? | @rexpyre

[crowsandmurder]

🍪 / izzie to alex!

Christmas/Winter Starters // @defygrav1ty // Accepting!

It was rare that they actually were home at the same time. But, she had given him that look, the one that said he would be rewarded later, if he indulged her weird things. The baking thing was weird but he had just accepted that it was an Izzie thing. But still, no one better see him actually making cookies with her, because he would never hear the end of it, if he did. He was an Evil Spawn, not a cookie maker. He was just glad when the cookies were made, and they were still the only ones home.

"Okay, cookies done. I have fulfilled your need to make cookies. Now, how about we go make it up to me?"

He saw the look she gave him and he groaned. "We're not done, are we?" Then, he watched as she grabbed stuff to decorate said cookies. This was worse than when she was making art for the stupid interns. She must be hallucinating or something.

After she pointed out that the one she just made that looked grumpy with a stethoscope looked just like him, he gave her another look but was more amused this time.

"Iz, you are ridiculous. You want to see ones that look like us?" He grabbed it, gave one blonde hair, w ith a giant, messy smile, because he wasn't good at this whole cookie thing. Then, he grabbed one that was just a circle and wrote, 'Seriously?' and put it next to the first one, like it was a talking bubble.

"Now see, that is you. Wait, I forgot." He tried to add a spatula and then a stethoscope but it was a mess and he put some icing on her nose, when he looked at her. "Now who is better at this? Do not say the words 'Alex, you are good at making cookies though. It may make it hard to do things that I am actually good at."

What had just happened? It had to be exhaustion.

[fairfallcn]

℟ ( hello ~ )

my muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to... -- ℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word. // @strifiisms.

Zack was not known to let himself linger on any negative thoughts or feelings when he got them. he always found a way to push them away or rectify them into something more positive. at least usually. but this time seemed... different somehow. more difficult then usual. it was, honestly, really frustrating. yet Zack still found some way to hide them, push them away long enough to separate himself from others so he didn't have to burden anyone else with whatever the hell he was feeling. he sighed, deeply, reaching up and running gloved hands down his face, letting out an unamused groan at himself. the sound, however, was cut somewhat short when Zack suddenly felt the weight of a pair of arms move around his torso. he blinked, breath catching in his throat as he glanced down at the arms around him, glancing over his shoulder to follow the arms up to settle on a famiiar face. he almost chuckled, lips briefly lifting.

『 ❝ and here I thought you wouldn't be much of a hugger. ❞ 』 he mused, his voice quiet but with a hint of its usual cheerfulness sprinkled in. a soft huff left him, attention shifting back forward again, 『 ❝ it's alright... you know... I'm fine. honest. ❞ 』 though he wasn't really being honest... in all honesty.

[gloireceleste]

“ nothing but a coffin in my ribcage ”

[ meme ] || accepting @diviniteceleste

shall i bury the divine in, that it shall never be empty again?

[varnaedhar]

@littleblackqrow: ❝ looks worse than it was. ❞

((I had this thought about the scar from Tyrian, and I'm laughing bc he legit almost died--

She fucking doubts it.

Won't call him out on it, not in this case. Whatever he is hiding is his business, but whoever had struck him had been aiming to kill. That much she knows, and he knows she knows. Is he trying to protect her? No, that can't be it. Not now.

"Mm," is the response, after a moment longer than she would have cared. Omen is balanced against the door to the room, ensuring that her... niece ( ? ) doesn't come barging in without any warning. "...I don't know who you're trying to fool. Me, or yourself."

Perhaps it was fear holding his tongue. Fear for just how close he had come to dying. Fear, for the possibility of abandoning those children to Anima... especially when he knew just how cruel the wilds here could be.

scar related prompts

[fastfists]

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✧ send me a ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal of my character ✧

[SCREECHING & TACKLES YOU] POM. POMMY. POMMEI. HOW DARE?! YOU GET OVER HERE AND LET ME LOVE YOU. [HUGGLES] But seriously, same to you and your Amy Q//3//Q Love your girl so much and will die for both you and her too U//3//U Sending all the love!! <3333

[byakugoseal]

@xmpereur​ asked: Dis, tu parles Français? 👀

                        Unprompted messages for the mun // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

☆    ━━ Oui. Cependant, je ne parle pas couramment le français. I used to speak it with my mémère, so it was technically my first language. Once she passed though there was nobody for me to speak with it so I lost touch. Je réapprends petit à petit la langue. This ask made my heart so happy, merci beaucoup! 

[pcthole]

open : m/f

     “ you want to lie to me again ? i dare you. watch this phone go upside your head with a quickness. “

[crowsandmurder]

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! // @twistedtangledfate // Accepting!

Hi! Well, let's see, I have Jaime Lannister for your GOT people like Cersei and whoever else you'd like.

I keep forgetting I'm going to add them but I'm adding Angel and Spike so they can obviously be thrown at any of your BtvS people.

I have Anakin on my main blog that you could throw Padme at, and I have Obi-Wan on here, that you could throw Anakin or Padme at, platonically.

[hlysins]

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❝ What the hell do you think you're doing? The only thing you should ever offer someone is salt ramen, 'ttebane! Maybe if you stopped eating so many sweets, you wouldn't be so damn annoying! ❞

[fairfallcn]

★ [ ft Zackiepoo and Cloud ] but instead of pinning him it's smacking him upside the head with the pool floaty. What's this? Beach day? COMMENCING COMBAT MODE?

send ★ to pin my muse to the wall. -- @hollowsparda.

『 ❝ ah, hey! ❞ 』 while the smack didn't exactly hurt, it was unexpected and Zack hadn't been fully prepared for it. now he was paying for that. turning his attention from looking at his phone, he shot the other a small smirk, reaching for a pool floaty of his own to return fire. 『 ❝ so you wanna play that way, huh? alright. let's go then. ❞ 』 he would happily take the other on in a friendly pool floaty war. taking his stance, he did a few practice swings before eyeing his competition. 『 ❝ give me your best shot. ❞ 』

[gloireceleste]

he expects it. it doesn't mean it doesn't sadden some part of him who wishes everything had been different. he doesn't even seek to defend himself or to wiggle out of the demon's grasp, his back to the wall of his own bookshop.

" people are looking! listen- " the hesitation contrasts with the new, darker, duller clothes he wears as he looks around them, smiling nervously at the couple people indeed looking at them. gossipers... he'd roll his eyes if it weren't for crowley's hands at his lapels. " let's go inside... we'll talk. i- i'll even make you tea. but let's not do this here."

and, honestly, the neighbors are actually the last of his worries right now. there are more dangerous ears and eyes about and he doesn't feel half as comfortable to speak with crowley outside as he would be inside. if the demon can cooperate, of course.

" please. " he hopes the pleading still works after all this time, because he has no idea how else to calm the waters right now.

[varnaedhar]

@anonymous: Did you ever love Tai?

And there it is. The question she always dreads, the one thing that everyone has some opinion on. She knows how her so-called family viewed her after she left him -- everyone coming to their own conclusions without her.

"...He was..." Raven's voice is uncharacteristically soft, now -- far from the usual bark or snarl she displayed. "...a light for me, in all of my darkness. Like a beacon calling me home. No matter how I tried to scare him away, he never left. He never flinched from my sharp edges or baring my teeth. He deserved so much better."

But did she love him? No -- not in the past tense. No, she still loves him now. But that's far too painful to unpack.

send my muse anons about their family