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MOVED BLOGS. THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.

I have decided to move Lupin to a new blog as I feel this one has become cluttered. His new URL is. https://www.tumblr.com/v011d

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Last rays in a snowy forest

niiloi

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@lupiinee continued from here.

❛That is not necessary; was that what you were going to say?❜ He had always found it peculiar when mortals tried to decline his offer of assistance when they clearly needed it and he was tempted to pick him up and carry him to wherever he was trying to go before his knee had decided to buckle beneath him, but he didn’t want him to figure out that there was more to him than first meets the eye and picking him up without showing any signs of exertion would undo all his efforts in appearing to be human so he instead lets him continue to grip tightly onto his shirt while wrapping his hand protectively around his back. ❛You are welcome, but please take my walking stick. ❜ His left hand loosens its grip on his black raven-headed walking stick and holds it out to him to take once he feels stable enough to let go of him.   ❛You clearly need it more than me right now and I refuse to watch you further injure yourself. I have plenty of other walking sticks at home so consider it a gift. My name is Lupin, by the way. ❜

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Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.

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Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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👀 + What do you want more than anything?

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

He doesn’t know how to answer Alena’s question without coming across as mushy but all he wanted in life apart from maintaining his freedom to do as he pleased is love—real authentic love that didn’t explode in his face or break his heart so badly that it would take centuries to piece it back together. He wishes he could lie and say that he wouldn’t mind a crispy fried chicken burger with pickles and mayonnaise but he knows he has to be honest and he slowly taps the excess ash of his rolled-up cigarette into a nearby ashtray while refusing to look at her. He is for once happy that his apartment overlooks the bright, glaring lights of Bourbon Street, because it gave him an excuse to wear dark-tinted sunglasses at night to protect his sensitive eyes, as it prevents her from seeing how badly his eyes have misted over the longer he thinks about what it would be like to be in love with someone without having the same constant nagging thought in the back of his head that they will leave one day once they realize he is too much to handle or worse, too cold.

❛I suppose I want someone to love me, as you can only be lonely for so long before your heart yearns for another.❜ His words are mumbled and pressed between gritted teeth, but the white stem of his cigarette keeps his jaw from locking. He knows only too well that nicotine isn’t the answer to his problems but he needs it right now and he turns his head to the left to stare at the stars that weren’t obstructed by the blinding lights of the nightclubs that stood on the opposite side of the road as  he lets the smoke pour out of his half-parted lips and nostrils. ❛What do you want more than anything?❜

@sacredpyre

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Cygnus Loop

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Fluster my Muse in 5 words or less.

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[ 📲 sms: ]  you were the first thing i thought of when i woke up.

His attention is quickly drawn away from watching the setting sun from behind his dark-tinted aviator sunglasses on his balcony to his phone when he hears it buzz inside his trench coat pocket, and he pulls it out to see that he had just received a text from Elijah, which was rather ironic because he had just been thinking about him. 

His heart skips a beat as he reads his sweet words, the kind that shouldn’t be said to a dark entity like himself whose destiny was to destroy the universe and everything in it or it would be if he lost control of himself and his lips quirk upwards into a beaming smile that if anyone had been around to witness it would send shivers down their spine because his teeth weren’t round like a human’s but sharp and pointed like a fox. He always knows how to make him feel better about himself, and he tells him this in his texts. 

[TEXT — Elijah]: Your words always make me blush, and I love that about you. [TEXT — Elijah]:  I was actually thinking about you when you texted me, about how much you mean to me.  

He stares at the sunset for a moment as he considers typing out the words that are bouncing around  in his head on screen and the repercussions that could come with sending them but he types them out anyway and hits send a second later. 

[TEXT—Elijah]: I love you, Elijah.

@mikaels0n-elijah

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Atanas Dzhingarov

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He hadn’t been expecting him to buy him a rose, as he didn’t exactly strike him as the romantic type but he gratefully takes the rose from his grasp after passing over his own and brings it up to his nose to breathe in its sweet perfumed scent. ❛Thank you.❜ He moves over to the sink and fills a glass with fresh water before placing the rose gently into it. ❛How did you know roses are one of my favorite flowers?❜

❛Happy Valentine's Day. ❜ He holds out a single dark red rose for them to take. ❛Try not to cut yourself on it. I would hate to see you hurt on such a special day. ❜

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I don’t have trust issues

I have “I’ve seen this before and I know how it ends” issues.

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THIS OR THAT ?

indoor plants or gardens / cloud-watching or star-gazing / water or fire / paperback or hardcover / running or hiking / sleeping with socks or without socks / fruit or vegetables / hanging plants or succulents / dark wood or light wood / handwritten or typed / instagram or pinterest / braids or pigtails / dc or marvel / books or movies / oceans or meadows / forests or fields / sweet or salty / ice cream or chocolate / hoodies or sweaters / piercings or tattoos / summer or winter / boots or sneakers / cars or motorcycles / curls or straight hair / castles or cottages / sunny days or storms / reptiles or birds / disney or nickelodeon / strawberries or watermelon / essays or posters / phones or laptops or desktop / glass or stone / dark or light / photos or paintings / circuses or theatres / reading or writing / dogs or cats / poetry or novels / monsters or ghosts / thrift shops or libraries / fiction or non fiction / comedy or action / romance or horror / adventure or drama / historical or musicals / sci-fi or westerns / tea or coffee / cake or pie / cereal or oatmeal / bagels or cookies / sandwich or pizza / early bird or night owl / city or countryside /hugs or kisses / shorts or long pants / monopoly or sorry / comic books or novels / showers or baths / chess or checkers / hip-hop or classical music

TAGGED BY. No one.

TAGGING. Anyone who sees this.

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when do you gaze at your soulmate?

WHEN THEY'RE SLEEPING. It's not just the way they're at rest. It's that they're at rest with you. It's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. It's trust and it's intimacy. And you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. They've been through enough. You both have. Sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. It terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. Their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too, you won't have a nightmare tonight. You'll dream of them. or nothing at all. And either way it will make you need them more. And you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. You want to hold them in your arms and never let go. You want to protect them but you know they want to protect you too. This is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind that will hurt if you lose it. but here you are anyway. It's too late now. You're glad it's too late to go back.

TAGGED BY. @x1968 (<3)

TAGGING. @vladraculs @wickedslip @thcmcnstcr @pry0rd @oeternity @heartonanoose @zimwy @devourcr and anyone else who sees this.

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🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

DETAILS ABOUT OCS !

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

He has a habit of running his fingers over surfaces as he walks past to get a psychic reading on the place and the energies imprinted on it.

He never blinks and can beat anyone in a staring contest. 

He never ties his hair back, even when it is getting in his way, in case he gets nervous about showing his facial thermal scarring and needs something to hide behind until he feels comfortable again

He is ambidextrous, but he favors being left handed.

He prefers his tea black with no sugar in it and it has to always be orange pekoe tea; otherwise, he won’t drink it. 

@the-wonderland-jinx

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Under the stars in Chile

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