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[ofglories]

|| @rake-rake Vortigern fighting the temptation to pinch his cheek

Vortigern is welcome to pinch his cheeks- if he's willing to risk the 50/50 of either being stared at with a tiny pout or getting his hand bitten.

[bloodywoes]

"You want us to farm more gays, Master?"

[prideblades]

❝ To what do I owe the displeasure of your face again. Really, for someone who hates me, we see a lot of each other. Perhaps now is the chance to learn from your mistakes so as not to repeat them in the future. Maybe eve grow beyond your hollowfied nature. ❞

@rake-rake | liner call

[drengar]

@rake-rake liked for a starter for Tomura!

"Bossbossbossboss~!"

"What bird movie won an oscar?"

[intoendlessdreams]

@rake-rake for a starter!

Something feels off, truly off. Ever since Arthur ceremonial crowning, it feel like she been invisible from those she have grown to close, even more the king himself. Fate knows it not her magic doing this or even feel anything off that she would immediately notice. After letting her magic drip among the steps she took, she finally found the link.

"They must have good reason doing this..." As the goddess spoke to herself as follow the faint string of magic. Fate just hope they would tell her the truth why are they obscuring the king view from the goddess. Swallow a bit since nervous and even bit sweaty from her palm her hands. "Ah!" She widen her blue eyes when saw was it.

"You...you are Arthur court mage..." As she not dare to step close since Fate doesn't want to make them upset.

[lunarscaled]

-> At a glance, Lyric almost mistakes the shape for Nnoitra. It is nearly as tall and gangly, and perhaps someone they knew ( even if he was trying to scare them ) would be a relief compared to a stranger whom they must be on guard with. Lyric's shoulders and spine are stiff as it exposes... everything but its face. The voice is unknown to them, as well, so though they have made their presence known, Lyric still has no way of identifying the other in a way that might be useful to them. The end of their long teal tail twitches back and forth behind them. Ever so slowly, Lyric bows their head and shoulders forward towards the other respectfully.

"... ... I don't look like an Arrancar to you?"

-> They won't reveal their hand quite yet. Not until they knew more of their interloper. This hallway wasn't terribly wide; if they tried to make a run for it, would they be able to escape?

"Who are you."

@rake-rake | Aaroniero Arruruerie from ask.

[burnxngslash]

message in the timeline: 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 | @rake-rake : 📏 + Merlin for Arthur (156cm) I 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

"I find it difficult to believe that there could be soo much mischief trapped within that lithe frame."

[soulgathered]

@rake-rake replied : Iseult vc: bc he's a train wreck too

"...iseult?" oh. oh he had not seen her since the day merlin set out to free her from the curse. ignoring that she called him a train wreck ( she is right ) he scoops her up into a hug, smiling "I missed you!"

[kakovoulos]

"Wake up, boy."

He wants to talk while the brat is asleep and not in the position to wrangle his body back from him.

@rake-rake

[astrxthesiai]

“ How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions? ” unprompted, Vash for Roberto 💃

⇢✶Roberto wanted to swerve the dune buggy off the nearest cliff, but unfortunately, there were not many.  The nearest one was kilometers away, and besides, Vash would have to explain to Roberto’s family why Roberto would not be returning to them anytime soon.  He regretted Meryl talking him into following the very subject of their editorial around.  Vash was chaotic in his own way, and Roberto was sure he would get them both killed if they were not careful.  Live, laugh, love was not the motto he had in mind when it came to the walking human typhoon.

“You don’t,” Roberto deadpanned, grabbing the rearview mirror to adjust.  “As I said before, there are rules in the car whenever I’m driving.  One, the driver chooses the radio station.  Two, no ifs or buts about it.  Three, I’m never letting you try to drive a dune buggy ever again.  And Wolfwood drives like we’re all nearly indestructible like you both are.”

One does not simply travel through No Man’s Land either.  Vash, Roberto, and Wolfwood knew that better than anyone in the vehicle.  Perhaps, Meryl had an idea, but the girl was still green around the ears.

“Besides, ‘live, laugh, love’ is not something I’d associate with any of you denizens of No Man’s Land,” he continues.  Neither could he say that about his wife, who was a retired bounty hunter.  Still, the woman was the type to have a carving of ‘live, laugh, love’ in their household.  However, that was the subject of a drunken rant for another day...

[ofglories]

“It’s punishment for last time.” Arthur’s just gonna hold the water gun, menacingly.

[bhanshix]

" stop staring at me like that, you dumb hick. if you wanna say something, just say it. " @rake-rake :)

[sxnguinesxnctum]

o.......... okay....................

[maledictus-maleficus]

" I see no reason to humiliate you further. Merlin is performing his duties admirably. " She seems quite pleased. Why, she's even sparkling!

@rake-rake

[zinbu]

Song of the friendship. // @rake-rake

Soft steps whispered through the forgotten washitsu as Geto entered, a warm smile gently twisting his lips. His form shifted gracefully, and before a single ray of sunlight could caress his facade, the older man seated himself before the familiar figure, moving a chess piece with a low, contemplative hum.

"If you continue to visit so often, one of your students might notice. Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your image? Of being seen in this light? Ah, ah, ah --- forgive my manners—would you care for a cup of Nama-Cha?"

[musedriven]

@rake-rake said // "...Misa." Light's movements are fluid and steady, always in control, as he quietly extends his hand towards her. Palm upwards and fingers relaxed in an open, inviting gesture that doesn't cease to be careful, as though he was about to treat with an extremely fragile thing. He simply watches her, and awaits for her choice.

her god calls and she does not hesitate to answer. she looks at him with adoration as she places her own palm against his, ready to serve as she has always done in her life. his angel; the people's idol. how could she not come to worship his beliefs and how could she not fall in love with his conviction? her eyes are his, her life freely given if he requires it, anything to see that his new world comes to be. she was helpless against her heart. " yes, Light? " she breathes softly, eager to know what he wishes of her. eager to show herself worthy of his attention and determined to earn his affection.

serving him was as easy as breathing air. as natural as preforming upon her stage. she was made for this. to serve and be used as her superiors see fit. her agents had been doing it to her for as long as she could recall at this point. it was what she was good at; and now she had a real purpose to serve. a cause to support and a person to rely on. someone who was willing to use her for good and yet still saw her. how could she not fall even deeper each time he called her name?