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@elganac: do you think he asked leah about sandpaper too
"Is sandpaper sand glued to paper?"
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{🧿} - Ouriel heaved the BIGGEST of sighs. It was too early for this. "Come here. I'll help preen your wings THIS ONCE." They patted the seat in front of them. "But you really need to take better care of yourself." They took a comb up and began to brush it through the feathers. "Honestly. They might not grow back!" A gentle tease, but there was a headache brewing.
#ouriel is nobinary and uses they/them pronouns because they are a high angel and is not either sex uwu#they are a be not afraid type#nodnod#elganac
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❛❛ we've gone to masses together. ❜❜ She's swinging around an artificial phallus, mindless bobbing to and fro of what might possibly be the most frighteningly realistic cock yet ⸻ years of industrial growth and this is what humanity has to show for ; hyperrealistic silicon dicks - hypoallergenic, 40 % discount ! And it comes in BARBIE PINK ! ❛❛ What if we just start working together too, ( @elganac ) Leah ? ❜❜ Too abruptly, she points the monstrosity towards it's too cute of a retailer.
⸻ ❛❛ Give me employment ? ❜❜
#elganac#◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ ic.#suggestive cw#crude language cw#* you wanted a silly starter ?! YOU GOT IT hdsajkdhashdsa
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@elganac wanted Daniel!
"Leah..." Uh oh, coming out with her real name off rip, not a good start..
"Would you mind explaining why Netflix is saying to continue from episode eight? I'm pretty sure we finished on episode five last night.. care to explain yourself, miss Nguyen?"
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“ just tell me something real. tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us. ” [ leah @ mo ]
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ something real . real ? what could be of anything that came out of a human being -- words , lies , sound . jumbled up in the whole mess that piled up day after day after day in this godforsaken life that made it a whole other chore to try and recover what had been said last week , last month , last year , after year , after year . he would know it , mo thought , he had felt it , lived through that ultimate hassle of digging through every single promise he had hoarded since the 11th of april twelve years ago , thinking -- knowing he was going insane as he felt his eyeballs moving in erratic tandem to every word and sound that ran through his crumbling mind , desperate to cling onto each false hope only to discard of them in the end when he decided they weren’t going to help him .
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the see you tomorrows weren’t the ones that saved him . the next mondays , next weekends , tonights , next times , his birthday on the 18th , the maths test on the 26th that Miss Huang promised he would flunk if he had slept through another class of hers and he didn’t even attend it so of course that semester was unsalvageable , like the rest of his life after that . wednesday free slushie upsizes didn’t taste real anymore , how were buy one free one deals real if the bread was now half the size and half past its best before date ? why wasn’t leah’s embrace as warm as that summer he got first row tickets to her then favourite band that long parted ways , why did she grow out her hair more than high school if she once said that length was just right , why was she frowning like this if she was the one that said she trusted him more than anyone else in june ? june when ?
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ it was driving him up the wall . they were reunited and she was lovely as ever but all he wanted to do was laugh . an urge that gnawed at him like ants in the warehouse because that asshole Liu left his lunchbox open before he left the room . summer was just as cold and damp as ever , leah looked as desperate and sad as he once hoped everyone would be because otherwise it would be unfair , and yet it broke his heart to see it and know it was his fault because the real mo isn’t real now , leah , and i’m sorry i can’t change reality . nothing is real , not even the way i hold you in my own two arms and smile as i tell youㅤ ❝ㅤ i love you . you know i do , and nothing is going to change .ㅤ ❞ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ except everything has .
#elganac#*╱ mo & leah#*╱ mo — in character#*╱ mo#*╱ mo & leah — my love , please stay , you're fading into yesterday .
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“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” [ from leah to runa! ]
“Oops…” Realizing that the young lady had noticed the cat’s curious prying eyes closely observing upon her, Runa immediately cants her head downwards — appropriately apologetic. “Runa couldn’t help but to look… sorry…” Feline ears motion to follow her head downwards in guilt as she fiddles forefingers together against each other, olive green hues return to gaze at the pair of white wings rested behind the lady’s back. Are they a swan’s? A crane’s? Or rather, a dove’s?
So many questions…
The feline then braces herself to try and confirm her assumption. “Are you… a heavenly maiden?” She’d heard of them, their stories, and where they come from. Tales told through words of mouth mentioned that they are often seen with a radiant winged raiment upon them, so she assumes that those lustrous, beautiful wings could be a part of her attire. “Did you really come down from the heavens, too?”
↳ @elganac | things I've said to my pets ( accepting! )
#elganac#elganac; leah#🐱 — 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚. ( runa )#★ — 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 & 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 & 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. ( answered )#tysm for sending!#i hope you don't mind if i use leah's angel verse!
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"are you going to be my valentine's this year?" oh here we go -- leah's batting her eyelashes. next thing you know, she'll be kicking her leggies. [ for claudio lmao ]
"No." The faint scent of alcohol and cigarettes stays on him. It's almost permanent, that same whiff you get from nail polish, or something kept locked in a more concentrated form in a first aid kit, or in a pad to sanitize skin before the needle. A medicine that had more appropriate use externally being taken internally, imbibed, in excess.
He said he stopped long ago, moved past the need of it to function, allowed the damaged tissue to scar, though the damage remained there, no further. But that wasn't necessarily true, was it? Signs of relapse. The way he sometimes twitched muscle, the way he sometimes paused, dazed. The way he sometimes would drink, even as less than before. No way he'd fully recover from it.
There's really no end, is there?
The remnants remain, and this is how he functioned now: a recovering addict, a man with more scars on his body than he can recall stories to account. If met on the street, randomly, he would be called 'a scary looking piece of shit'.
A strange focus, but one that attached itself to understanding: there, in that shakiness that sometimes appeared that made this hand, that reached over to playfully squeezed her nose to stop her batting eyes, grow cold in the winter and feel dry and clammy in the summer, was the essence of his being.
A fool who would be accustomed to playful erudition, of an old soul only acquired through the rapid aging achieved only through horrifically impoverished conditions, and a will and way of walking that only years of struggle to overcome hardship stemmed. Deeply broken and stupid. Wanting to be alone at his best moments, yet longing for company at his worst. Contradiction upon contradiction, leading for this joke to end in a simple twist of words:
"I want to be your Valentine every year, dumbass."
What had led to their initial contact? A dare in a closet. Childish, vehemently not his style, yet something that led to a feeling like there was meaning in frivolous actions that could be handwaved, which had lasted for years, even as he grew to something different, something probably too monstrous, something she might come to fear or hate or scorn or, worse in his mind, pity, as he turned into a more ravenous beast. One who wanted blood, violence, destruction, as much as he wanted peace, love, recognition, to be left alone and to be with others at equal amounts in exactly the same moment.
That same stench remains: alcohol and cigarettes. He quit one, but still indulges the other. The nature remains the same, even if that initial moment were dampened, there's no way he would think to stop having fun with this little fool that had too much fun with people too dangerous for her own good. Everything leaves its mark on his body that could never be erased, especially if it's something he doesn't want to stop letting mark it, she was the same. To the bitter end.
In other words, in simpler terms, of course.
"What a silly question, nena."
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"are you excited it's valentine's day, too?" alison couldn't help but notice the way bohai seemed to be especially vibrant and lively that day. perhaps it was the weather that seemed to have made the little plant so high in spirits; it was a rather nice day for this time in februrary after all. "i think i've got a little something you might like."
out of the bouquet she was cradling in her arms, alison carefully pulled out one of the roses, the brunette handing it over to bohai with a gentle and kind smile. "pretty, right? happy valentine's day. you can keep it or give it to someone that makes you happy."

{✿} - Bohai was in good spirits, actually! It was pretty warm for mid-February, and the sakura had started to bloom in Okinawa! He was feeling the blossoms and wanted to blossom himself! (it usually didn't happen till late March but still!)
His eyes widened at the rose Alison gave him, listening to what he should do with it. "Someone that makes me happy..." A smile bloomed on his face and he held it back out to Alison. "You make me happy!"
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💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse
💐 to give my muse flowers
alison to theo bc she wants him to celebrate her fave holiday with her 🥺🥺🥺 he has to be included!!!!!!
That's Amore! // Accepting! || @elganac
『🍬』 Today of all days, he would never have expected Alison to turn up at his door; not that he thought she was shallow enough not to indulge in these kinds of displays, of course, but the larger part of him simply wasn't expecting it in any capacity this week.
Too long had he been used to using this holiday as an excuse to give out hollow gestures of affection and thanks - and hollow they usually were, which is why he didn't normally place too much stock in Valentine's day. As far as he was concerned, the holiday of love was past it's prime for him.
Maybe that's why even her showing up caught him off-kilter. What truly made his heart jump, though, were the offered gifts; a bouquet of flowers, and a letter to go along with it. He guessed maybe it made sense... even if she was good with her words most of the time, maybe she wanted to be sure he'd remember this day, and what she had to share with him.
"Oh, shit, lemme find somewhere for these, hold on." Now, he was no botanist, but he swore he could identify at least some of the blooms. Red roses were obvious, but... were those bellflowers standing against it? She always did have a better understanding of how to use colour than he did, even if he didn't admit it.
The flowers find their home in a small vase for now, as he paces around reading the letter. Despite her apparent nervousness, which he noted, he couldn't help but feel his face scrunch up and his breath hitch in his throat with every word he wrote. She really was a poet, but... the fact that she took this much time and effort out in the first place, for him?
"Ali..." he breathes, folding the letter back up like it were made of porcelain and could shatter in an instant. "Babygirl, I.. I got nothin'. Like-... holy shit? This is, like, legit the sweetest fucking thing you could've done for me, what the fuck? I dunno whether to propose or to just give you head!" He laughs, at last - at least he could manage a joke.
But, he does approach - compromising with himself by pressing a kiss to her cheek, his hands lingering on her sides as he allows his fingers to dance slowly, gently along her hips. "Well... shit, are you... doin' anything today? 'Cause, if not, we can totally go out together. Least I can do is pay you back, so... pick out a restaurant, whatever you want, whatever fancy French restaurant ain't fully booked today, we're goin' there, and dinner's on me, okay?"
#Theo;; IC#elganac;; Alison#{ I LOVE THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMM }#{ alison is too sweet for him aheem aheem }
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"well hi, baby. is your mommy home?" alison didn't expect freya to be the one to answer the door, so she couldn't help but laugh when she saw the child's small frame rather than emma behind that door. peeking past freya however, alison couldn't immediately see emma, which made her think that perhaps she was still trying to get ready at the last minute.
"hmm, do you think you could do be a favor?" crouching down, alison reaches into her purse to pull out a small gift box and a card, handing over the items to the little girl. "can you tell your mommy i'm here and give her these gifts for me? be sure to wish her a happy valentine's day, okay?" she gives freya a smile and a little tap on the nose, a gesture to dismiss the girl on her mission as alison entered the doorway and made herself at home.
"Ali!" Freya bounced on her feet excitedly when she saw who was at the door. "I thought you were grandma.. momma said I could stay at her house tonight! She's supposed to come pick me up soon!" However, at the mention of a favor, Freya got very serious. "You got it." She said with a salute before running off to find her mother. Muffled voices could be heard from around the corner as the favor was completed.
And soon enough, around the corner came Emma, holding a still giggling Freya in her arms. "Hello, my dear." She said in a sing-song voice. "I caught your little errand girl here." She set Freya down, letting the child run off to go play as Emma approached the door. "Happy Valentine's Day, my dearest~. I hope you're excited for dinner, I'm making it all from scratch."
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@asinusxdomi || Klaus x Hana || link
@scrpente || starter from Anguis || link
@bclasaeg || Yang Eun-ji x Toni || link
@suizokukans || Etoile x Childeric || inbox reply
@suizokukans || Kiyoshi x Yuki || link
@suizokukans || Viktoria x Gino || link
@suizokukans || Ayumu x Hana || link
@nezumivc103221 || Nezumi x Leonardo || link
@nezumivc103221 || Nezumi x Arisu || link
@nezumivc103221 || Nezumi x Leo & Finn || link
@vere-flores || Flora x Toni || link
@vere-flores || Flora x Childeric || link
@vere-flores || Flora x Cherry || link
@welivetoserve || Riko x Cherry || link
@welivetoserve || Riko x Cherry || link
@shadyinfo || Genevieve x Childeric || link
@elganac || Leah x Toni || link
@elganac || Emile x Eri || inbox reply
@elganac || Emile x Eri || link
@hitsfirst || Jae-Hwa x Akio || link
@lured-into-wonderland || Nunnally x Akio || link
@lured-into-wonderland || Nunnally x Malru || link
@seakiumi || Sea x Hana | link
@wiildhearrted || Caleb x Jazz || link
@illholy || Judith x Shin || link & link
@killerhubby || Mirage x Hana || link (dunno if we should make new start! Since u might want to take them from the beginning?)
#( think these are all for now )#( le me know if u wish to continue them or start something new~)#( thread tracker )
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Makoto's not unused to people staring at his wings, given their size, the white scales that glittered in the sun, but he usually doesn't have them fully unfurled, preferring to treat them much like a cloak or a coat to wrap around himself. Not to mention that it was a comforting sort of gesture, reminding him of being in his mother's hugs when he was a child.
"Thank you. Most people tend to be afraid when they see they're unfurled though. Given that they're effectively two extra limbs, I don't blame them. They do help me climb walls faster if I don't feel like flying."
That and they're good for grabbing someone else in a fight. The clawed end on them isn't much for outright combat so much as they are for restraint. If he wanted, he could also use them to aid in moving on his hands and feet. He supposes that his nature is more akin to a cat sometimes than a dragon, with incredibly feline like movements that he forgets to rein in when he's walking around in his humanoid form.
@elganac i had this ask for like months my apologies
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the virote srisati vibes are immaculate here…
the gentle humming at the beginning… the sudden demonic shriek that drones on from her mouth… no one even bothers to look or stop to stare… then just going back to the humming…
vi around san francisco tbh. or anywhere i guess. and everyone in the neighborhood is just like ’ virote’s on that shit again. ’ and then pay no mind.
tagging @soulfulempathy @mctcrcity @firstsoncain @elganac and @dis--parity because yall are the newest newcomers to this bullshit.
#✩₊��.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ about! moon sparkle in the city night.#/ this is what vi does on free sunday.............. gflkdjgf.#/ BTW i saw caroline perform live last year and shes the best there ever was.
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[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. ( angel leah and soryn!! )
angels and demons sometimes just needed to be within proximity of each other for a multitude of reasons and both parties had to suck it up, even if it was painfully difficult. there are two in attendance that don't feel that way, however, and it was leah and soryn. someone was speaking, but what they were saying, the demon wasn't really paying attention to it. their mind kept wandering back to leah and it was difficult to push their thoughts of her aside. more so when they feel her gaze on them.
soryn looks and meets her gaze, their heart fluttering against their ribs as a smile creeps up onto their features. of course, they couldn't just act friendly, nor romantic, toward her, not when everyone else is almost at each other's throats. they're surprised she'd look at them in such a way, especially here. regardless of where they are and who they're surrounded by, soryn feels their heart melting from that longing look on her face. they take out their phone and send her a message.
[sms / leah 😇] how about we meet back up later? [sms / leah 😇] you can pick the place and time ❤️
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3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)
@dcwnrisen @avaere @despairforme @elganac @xyuuken @deathmcth @guhamun/@ardenssolis @villxinoux @nezumivc103221 @cantuscorvi @bclasaeg @rotdream @tximidity @gildinbainas @terestris @glasgcw @v-iciious @hellhunted @unwcvering @maqnolya @inunomori/@sidedcoins @laplacemail @lunaetis @phantasmaw @hembralfa @distopea @chenqizi @chaoscrawls @farspirits @rebellixn/@scanncr @igniferous @oleandew @otverzhennyy @killerhubby @semplicementerojuro --- annnnnnnnnnnd all of you, lbr.
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just points at claudio. "puppy." that's it -- that's all she wanted to say.
"I want the head, I want the tongue. You would be down on all occasions. I fuck the sense (cents) up out your bank. Don't call me Common, call me Crazy. No need to thank me, yours for the taking. Let your hair down just like this. Poke your back out just like this. Talk dirty to me just like this. Everything you do, oh, when you do it. Say my name, love, just like this. Now pick your legs up just like this. Everything you do, oh, when you do it. And I'm the favorite. Keep on your heels, take off your leggings. I won't be long, I won't be brief. You at your peak is all I need. Something to hold you for the long run. Come get this awesome, won't you take it off for me? Say, eye contact just like this. Bring your arms back just like this. Take the whole thing just like this. Everything you do, oh, when you do it. Say my name, love, just like this. Now pick your legs up just like this. Everything you do, oh, when you do it, yeah."
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