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"My, what a warm reception. Not in the mood for exchanging pleasantries, are we? That's understandable."

Fathomless eyes observed the elegance of the demigod's thread with idle curiousity. She does not appear inclined to break free from Aglaea's grasp or remove the thread that now encircled her wrist in a loop.

"After all, constantly guarding against attacks from the shadows and watching over the populace can exhaust anyone. Even the Lady Seamstress herself."

Kafka's grip is gentle yet firm when she tugs lightly upon the thread connecting them. Testing. Pulling.

"Then I suppose you can weigh the truth behind my words when I say that neither you nor your beloved Amphoreus have anything to worry about where I'm concerned?"

@caenogeneticism

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[My friend trying to cheer me up: You light up the room when you walk in!

Me, a true crime listener:

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Owed starter for @dvotdovetre || Temporal Sacrifice Edan

Lush greenery. Honey wine pervades the air with a faintly sweet aroma. Fruit ripe and heavy with juice. Clear waters rippling, lively conversations everywhere along the streets. 

【Paradise】

A wistful sigh. Words curling in apparent satisfaction ring clearly. They reach only the ears of those they wished. 

【What a beautiful world you have in your grasp】

Elongated fingers brush against ivory white structures and golden trim. Leaves faint winding traces of ivy and moss in the wake of their touch. The Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus took in the sights before them with their many eyes; An unseen visitor. 

【Seems a pity for a thing of wonder to one day lose its’ luster. Don’t you agree? 】

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??? The bangboo stood before him, mostly still apart from the slight sway of the 'bunny' ears in the wind. It's visual ports tracked Volo's movements carefully all the way down and 'blinked' back as though in mimicry of his actions.

Eous flops one of it's hands onto the merchant's when he held it out to him. Despite it's small stature, there is immense strength in the little guy that presents itself immediately when Eous began shaking Volo's hand vigorously.

【Ehn nEH-nuH ne NEHm】

(Hello stranger! Which way to New Eridu?)

@volamus

what  in  almighty  arceus'  name  is  THAT?  (  certainly  no  creature  he's  ever  come  across.  )  volo stares  for  a  moment,  merely  offering  a  quizzical  blink  in  response.  then,  he sinks  down  —  slowly,  as  to  not  startle  it.

❝  ...  ❞  the  merchant  experimentally  extends  a  hand.  it's  not  going  to  bite  him,  it  it?  (  CAN  it  bite  him?  )

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"No," Xiao shook his head. "Not a yaksha perk." There is sincerity shining plainly in his eyes when he confessed quietly. "Just experience."

It's soft, almost subdued, but said 'beloved adepti' releases an amused huff. He recognises the teasing for what it is. Injuries in the line of duty is nothing new for Xiao. He is quite accustomed to returning to his abode with a fresh litany of wounds- they would soon heal anyways. So that's never bothered the adeptus.

Yet it had bothered her. It had bothered Yelan, Yanfei, and the others who ventured down into the Chasm some time ago. So perhaps he could stand to take better care of his own condition, if not for himself then on account for them instead.

"Very well." Xiao plays along, lifting his chin skyward. "I shall permit you the honour of escorting me back to Wangshu Inn. See to it that you keep your double promise."

After a moment of hesitation, he gingerly rests his palms on the back of her shoulders.

"Will it not be taxing to carry me like so?"

@nagareboshiko

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Ten minutes after her arrival, a muffled commotion can be heard emitting from the back of Random Play. More accurately: outside the metal exit door leading to their parking space. Seconds later, said door is flung open with a light kick and the proxy appears.

Two heavy boxes obscured his vision as he carried them in, grunting softly with exertion when he finally set them down on the counter with a loud thump. It's only when Wise finally straightened with a tired exhale that he realises he's not alone.

"-!!!! Oh, it's you, Anby." His startled expression soon fades into a wry smile. "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting anyone here at this hour. What's up?"

@truthinstars

@grislyintentions liked x for a starter from Anby for Wise.

Anby walked into the video store and looked around awkwardly for Wise. When she didn't see them, she decided to browse some of the videotapes. She picked up several and read the synopses on the back of them before putting them back onto the shelf.

She was searching for a new movie to watch and had come to the video store to ask one of the proxy if they could recommend something. She had a couple of ideas of what she was looking for based on reviews, but his opinion mattered to her.

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"That's what mirrors are for!"

He can feel it. The headache (TM) of rage and exasperation is approaching. His dreaded pain in the ass. The bane of his career even. Obviously his job as the Gatekeeper is no walk in the park and Achlys has encountered his fair share of difficult individuals. But this guy? Ooh this guy. Specifically grinds his gears in some way he can't explain.

"Dude. Think about it for a second: How many times did you show up here in just this one week alone?"

@soliloquics

❛    missed   me   ?   ❜   no   doubt   yulan   was   gloating;   how   could   he   not   take   away   some   amusement   from   leaving   the   other   stuck   with   his   charming   visits   when   they   were   so   clearly   appreciated   ?   while   dying   was   generally   not   his   favourite   way   to   pass   the   time,   immortality   certainly   had   its   benefits—   such   as   turning   him   into   an   eternal   nuisance.

❛    what   if   i   just   wanted   to   see   a   pretty   face,   huh   ?   ❜

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Closed Starter for @rvinfall || Seo-Jun

All things considered, Sin Eaters are among some of the best at detecting the level of corruption a living soul carries through scent alone. As a result, these creatures cost a lot to loan much less own completely.

So in his humble opinion, Achlys thinks his bafflement over the current situation is a little justified. The Gate-Keeper stood before the spectacle (A giant suckerfish very firmly attached to the top of an unfortunate person) and crosses his arms in thought.

"Really? Isn't he a little too fresh to be approaching death or carry that much dirty karma?"

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( @constellaris )

Even if he was still rather shy when it came to expressing his affection, Cedric wanted to ensure more than anything that Wise would never forget just how truly adored he was. The singer's touch was gentle as he reached forth to smooth back stray strands of the Proxy's hair for him, fingers soon trailing downward to gingerly caress the other's cheek.

" ... You ... Really are stunning ... " Cedric murmured as he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss against his temple. " Every moment we're together I can't take my eyes off of you ... "

Although they have both established that they've been dating for a while, it still never fails to take his breath away whenever the realisation hits him. Seriously he lucked out majorly! Wise doesn't know how exactly he managed to get someone as devastatingly beautiful, talented, intelligent and sweet to agree to be his boyfriend but he for sure isn't going to let the opportunity pass him by.

"Me? I should be saying that to you. Have you seen yourself?" The proxy gently cups the back of Cedric's head and angles his own so that he could lightly meld their lips together in a soft chaste kiss full of adoration.

"You're perfect." Wise responds as sincerely as he could. "Not...not just in your looks. But also in your values, in the way you haven't stopped showing that you care even when things are tough. Thank you for trusting me with yourself. I know it's not easy."

@constellaris

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so I wake up in the morning and I step outside and I take a deep breath and get real high and I scream from the top of my lunges "what's going on"?

And I say--

WHAS GOIN ON-

[Twerks in puppet]

@the-dimensionals

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Owed starter for @mangher || Tomomi

The spirit lingers by the threshold as she waits for her request for an audience to be approved. Although they are not dissimilar in species, the youkai servant who had led her in still seemed rather uneasy with her presence and thus it would not be a good move on her part to move about without instruction.

Darkness clung to Mirai like a second skin, enveloping the areas she resides in deep satin shades. Light from candle flames flicker and die out the moment she steps inside.

"Greetings, General Takahiro." Her form flickers. Once. Twice. "I have come bearing a request."

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👀 ooc. Sampo wishes to be pegged by Natasha 🙂‍↕️

Meme || Accepting || @maskednihilism

An Unexpected but not unwelcome idea.

With the amount of heavy lifting she routinely performs, there is an undeniable strength and control in her hips that she has to her advantage.

The Wildfire doctor is gentle but firm -as with most things- slow and careful to start before she picks up the confidence to go faster/stronger.

She makes him hold his breath as long as he could with each brush to his prostate without passing out.

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send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

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Yanfei was oddly torn about how to show appreciation for the mess that had transpired. On one hand, Zhongli had been extremely helpful in getting her out of that situation, but on the other? She’s now having to explain that she is not a Longma. If it’s not one issue then it’s another.

“Mr. Zhongli ! Do you have a moment for dessert?” She stood before him with a questionable looking mini cake in hand. Clearly homemade but perhaps lacking in experience (or a recipe).

The cake presented before him draws forth a memory of a distant past in which another one of his peers decided to exercise her culinary skills. To this day, the prospect of eating slimy textured seafood erodes his constitution.

"That is most generous of you," Zhongli offers a wry smile. "But I am afraid I'd have to decline as I have just concluded with lunch a moment ago. Perhaps we can reconvene at a later date?"

@wise-innocence

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Owed starter for @mangher || Janus

Their meeting is one of happenstance. A brief pause in their journey through the sea of stars to gaze upon a secluded planet that had yet to receive the influence of other Aeons. It is then in their descent that the Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus picked up on the tugging at their own heart strings, bidding them to take notice. To take pity upon yet another wretched soul.

The temple's heavy doors are securely shut with guards conducting patrols and surveillance on the regular to prevent anybody getting in. Or something getting out. By all accounts, it is as secure as can be.

But Yaoshi is not just anybody and they are not just anything either.

Fresh air seeps into the temple through cracks in it's foundation, carrying with it the faint fragrance of flowers. THEIR voice echoes within the confines hauntingly.

【How curious. You wear the countenance of Destruction and yet you are no kin of theirs. You breathe life into beings anew, yet you remain here in a prison not of your own making. Why is that?】

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Another day, another lesson.

Some hopeful lovers bring the subject of their awe flowers. Jiho slides a naturally cut geode across the desk. The polished grooves within are citrine and abundant, flashing when they catch the light.

“It reminded me of your eyes,” he preens, as if that’s a normal thing grown men just say to each other. As if there’s no ulterior motive—just like how his occasional lean-ins to breathe in Zhongli’s cologne are purely coincidental. Certainly.

Penguins give their partners rocks to display their intentions. Jiho wonders if he’s a penguin now.

"Oh?" Despite his composure, his interest is present with how keenly Zhongli admires the geode placed before him. He is quiet at first, thoughtful enough to slide his gloves on instead of simply reaching for it.

"You have quite the talented touch, Mr. Jiho." A faint note of approval lingers in his compliment. If he picked up on the other's proximity, he does not seem to mind. Instead, he appears to lean in closer just a fraction himself in favour of running his fingers over sections of the geode and revealing them to Jiho. "See how prominent these crystal points are? These kinds of formations are actually rare for geodes. I can see that they are of great clarity too. I must ask: how did you procure this? They must be rather hard to find in the current market."

@rvinfall

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"Even if that's the case, a little regular maintenance can go a long way, don't you think?"

The foxian disrobes, sliding fabric off his shoulders with relative ease before he steps into the bath with only a towel to protect his modesty (or lack thereof). A hum of appreciation slips from him as he immersed himself in the warm waters.

"Do you often visit the baths at this hour?"

He shifts to the side so as to gaze at his companion. A hand experimentally strokes the base of his neck, kneading the patch of skin there.

"Hm...lots of tension here. May I touch your back, Lord Phainon?"

@constellaris