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ooc; can i have a badass aria to boss this guy around

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Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

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(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

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He looked more troubled than comforted, not by the fact that Yuni appeared too carefree of the situation at hand; of course, a mafioso was allowed to roam outside as much as they pleased, especially within their own territory, whether a don or not. But in the case of young defenseless Princess, he simply cannot settle down easily when he already knew that she had been surrounded by perverts ( read: a white-haired menace ) on most days. Gamma let out a defeated sigh, raising his hands in resignation.

            “Okay, fine, if they get hostile, they will never see the light of day again.              ...... we aren’t buying more sweets, are we?” 

                  “Come now, Gamma.” Yuni said softly,her hand dropping to her side                   as she gave him an encouraging smile, “This is supposed to be fun,                   I told you that. We haven’t been shopping together in a long time!”                   It had been a while; and now that she’s free from her Arcobaleno curse,                   she feels the need to live life to the fullest; despite how Gamma might                   feel about that. 

                  “Just leave them, Gamma. If they get hostile, attack, if they don’t,                   don’t worry of it.”

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If Gamma had a chance to look at himself now, he could scarcely imagine the hatred he has for Byakuran-----or no, he had seen it, in the setting of another time, another universe. He should be wondering instead if it is the same across all universes which this hatred transcends to; and it might as well be. He knows no bound, sees no reason to place even a microgram of favor on him, nor any to beg him.

He is untamable from the day he threw away his civilized dignity to learn the workings of hell in the form of criminal organizations. This will not be the day that he gives in to a man who knows nothing but shameless, baseless self-proclamation as a mafia don when all he did was utilize lies and witchcraft to sail into a position others work painfully hard for-----

A growl catches in his throat ( good thing the hand on it kept him from going any further ) at the rip of fabric by his head, each increase in decibel of the sound clear to his ear as it approaches and then catches him; he stills for a second. And then tightens his jaw again, only much harder that he nearly shivers with the familiar appendage that laps at him------ FILTH. If there is a worse word to describe than this, he would use it, but at this point, it is all he can think among the blinding rage that fills him to the brim.

              “-----Fuck. you.”

is what he utters, loud and clear, instead. Take that, his eyes say, for at least he is not silent. He refuses to be. Though maybe he shouldn’t be thinking that it could not be worse than what he can imagine; take it if he must. Gamma will introduce him to Disappointment.

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dxnamis replied to your post:grabs his tiddy

sticks his tongue out at him, just grabbing bc it was there.

            leans forward and bites that tongue. bc it was there.

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grabs his tiddy

Grabs his throat.

                “Yer want something, kid?”

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                 “The fuck you goin’ on about? Victoria’s Secrets? Style?                   You’re going out of it for all there is, sucked up by trend.                   Real women should look at Myla and Aubade, and that                   is what Princess would deserve!

                  Certainly not what that menace put her in ( during the future )!”

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“Because no woman should be forced to deal with package lingerie!

Seriously, Gamma? Have you no sense of style?  Do you want

her crying ‘cause some bitch says that Old Man Gamma only lets her

buy packaged 50% cotton 50% spandex BULLSHIT!?”

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"How did it feel - to be beaten by a boy?" .... [ did i make it? :3 'causeijustwokeuptbh ]

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. #FIVE

          “You asking for a beating?”

But it’s taking a moment for him to shuffle through memories for a boy. Is this son-of-a-bitch trying to hint at something? It certainly isn’t himself-----he was a man at that time. In any case.

           “Like shit, with lots of hard liquor and a disobedient lackey to fuck up.”

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"Yuni & I are going to Victoria Secret. Wanna come with us?"

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. #FOUR

         “W’the hell are you bringing her to such a place, bastard-----”

But then again, if Yuni already knew what that place could wield, and agreed on that condition...... protect princess 2k16

         “ ‘course I’m coming! I ain’t trusting you with this!”

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"What is a food that you always liked to have cooked for you me?" - gentlearcobaleno

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. #THREE

He takes a moment to think, because he doesn’t really know how to cook to save his life. Probably better at burning things.

           “...anything that Princess wants.”

He will do almost anything for her.

@gentlearcobaleno

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what do you feel when you look at me ? ( B)))) )

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. #TWO

Looks at him, looks down at himself----- Not much to lie when his dong gave it away. But he can add on to that.

          “I feel like a horny bastard who wants nothing but           scars and bites on your body, on the ground, with           my stick in you.

           -----and feel proud of it.”

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Gamma-kun~ Tell me what you like most about me.

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. #ONE

          ( Nothing. )

“I like nothing about you, most of all.”