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heads up ive been emotionally ????? so. activity is sort of wonky on all of my blogs. if you have any concerns about threads don’t hesitate to send me a message. i always hand out my skype for those who are interested.

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✿ kiss m

12. scar kiss

AND for the very first time in years, the leather strap covering his eye falls to the floor. There wasn't an order that fell from his liege’s lips, nor was there any obligation dictating that he, for some reason, should discard it. It was a simple question———one which the outlaw responded with a wordless declaration of trust. He stood silent in front of his liege ( his prince, his closest friend, the only person who he had willingly handed his heart to. Leo could crush it if he desired, and he wouldn't mind. So long as he held it, all was well. ) waiting for something ; anything.

  ��   Why do you hide?

HE hid because a scar was the physical manifestation of a memory, he wanted to answer. He hid because he remembered the man’s stupid fucking face , the sound of his own screams as the right side of the world was taken from him. He hid because the easiest thing to do was move on and hide behind a cocksure grin, behind the jovial purr of his voice and sensual remarks of the tongue.

IT was unlike him to declare his own weaknesses, only to poke and prod at another's until he was rewarded with the sweet tears running down their face. The only good thing about having one eye was the significant difference in the amount of tears. He cried less than them, even when he did. That had to make him better , right?

THIS was different. It was too easy to remain quiet and too difficult not to shudder when he felt gloved fingers trace the marred flesh around the empty hole in his head. If fingers could kiss , this is how they would ; gentle and curious. Delicately. Carefully.

THOUGHTFULLY.

FROM his other eye, he felt tears.

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                                        You stand in Arbela.

A tropical region reliant upon the divine input of the Elite. For years you’ve heard of them, their unearthly grace. In Pokémon Centers across the country you have seen them speak of divination and peace, despite rumors of increasing gang activity in the cities of Valla, Ylisse, Hoshido, and Nohr; despite the ever-growing power of a new, affluent group of individuals locals have begun to refer to as the “City Royals”, whose status even rivals that of their Gym Leaders. 

Or, perhaps, you’re one of them. You are of Serpent, a part of the Nohrian criminal underground. You are a lowlife thug who wishes to dethrone the Elite from their pedestal, to restore power to the hands of the common proletariat. You are of Salvation. You desire, above all else, to put an end to the barbaric, bloodthirsty methods used by Serpent. You strive for a region of peace above all else. You are of Rapture, a former group of vigilantes established to put an end to the misuse of legendary power that spiralled out of control. You are of Wraith, Valla’s undetectable criminal empire waiting to strike when your enemies are at their weakest, waiting to conquer them all.

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i did these while sleep deprived after my exam yesterday and then passed out immediately

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Mun Voice Meme

1. Tumblr Crushes 2. Biggest Fans 3. A quote about the muse 4. A line from a current thread 5. Something the muse would say 6. First ask in the inbox 7. Number of drafts 8. Number of posts 9. Number of likes 10. Number of blogs followed 11. A personalized message

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I have my last exam tomorrow so I’m hopping off to study. I’ll get to asks tomorrow most likely!

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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

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continued from HERE

THE first onslaught of insults was baseless , not even worthy of causing the outlaw to stir. He had heard similar insults amongst his peers when he was still a member of the organized criminal underground, and in time the query ‘ Who do you think you are ’ had lost its meaning entirely. It made sense that it would. It's only purpose was to demean without as much as a claim to status. ( A delicious prospect, too, to think that he had caused enough of a stir for this woman to raise her voice at him despite being his EQUAL. ) The felon knew well who he was———his royal ties dictated him invulnerable to treatment fitting for the downtrodden. He was here because he understood the region more so than anyone else in service to the crown, every individual alleyway that could possibly be navigated, every organization whose lingering ties he could utilize to his advantage.

NOT to mention, the duo had decided to wait outside. Only a FOOL and a wealthy foreigner would chose to draw attention with such an obvious misstep. There was no sunlight to bring grace to their stance, only the merciless rumbling sky. The presence of the crowd was understandable. There was no doubt the common folk had tried to warn the duo to find sanctuary indoors, only to be rewarded with the vile tongue of a devilish mistress. They were fighting a lost cause. It was … unfortunate ,  to think cautionary warnings were discarded in such a manner. Ah, well. When their expensive garbs soiled in the polluted rain, he'd be rewarded with a positively exquisite expression, now wouldn't he?

WITH the roll of a single, functioning eye he waited for the armored representative of the company to finish speaking. For a moment, he had almost deemed the man sensible. That was, at least, until he had decided to make further baseless accusations regarding his status. Niles was well aware of his own criminal history. He had his eye to thank for the constant reminder, the nightmares that caused him to toss and turn in isolation. His wardrobe, however, suggested quite the opposite. In a land otherwise scarce of resources, he was adorned in a cloak of velvet manufactured during the ever-present Nohrian textile decline. Cotton was an import, used only by the merchant-folk as deemed necessary. This cloak was a GIFT provided to him by his liege———serving as both an item of luxury as well as a means of utility. It was about as valuable as that wenches stingy dress, serving absolutely no purpose other than to accentuate her assets. Lovely ones, too. An absolute shame she was an idiot.

NILES had waited for the ‘ Lord ’ to finish, trying his best to hold back laughter.

“   Hmm… Alright. If you want manners, I’ll give you manners.   ”

FROM his cloak, he retrieved a rolled up piece of parchment before tossing it to the male member of the party.

“   My name is NILES ,   retainer to Prince Leo, and your request for an audience has been formally denied. My liege is currently deployed elsewhere under the instruction of King Garon. I was also told I was permitted to speak without discretion when the situation requires me to do so. Which means, I can tell you to follow me indoors where we can discuss matters further, in private ,    so that the townsfolk don't have to stand about wondering why two imbeciles claiming to be of a noble court of a country we haven't heard about, and don't particularly care about , have decided to wait outdoors in a country renowned for its exceptionally poor weather conditions. Shall we move on ?   ”

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I think its also worth noting that the clasps on Leo’s collar appear to be purely decorative, while the clasps on Nile’s cloak are a necessary addition. Perhaps this references the distinction between a wealthy life and an impoverished life. Their fates are intertwined, and I think its absolutely beautiful that a geometric clasp of common make serves as a means of illustrating the significance of that bond.

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I’ve literally spent the past thirty minutes avidly discussing why I believe that Nile’s cloak is not only made of velvet manufactured during the Nohrian textile decline, but why also I believe that the golden clasps are of the same make of those present on Leo’s collar.

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"Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?"

“   I kill things here and there. I can also open just about any door ,  if you’re interested.   ”

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Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.

“   … My lord…   that’s …   ”

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"It’s a good thing I wore gloves today. Otherwise you’d be too hot to handle."

“   When am I ever not too hot to handle ?   ”

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Is your car battery dead? Because I’d like to jump you.

“   Now it just sounds like you’re trying to MUG me .   Not really sexy ,   if you ask me.   ”

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My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.

“   And I’m lacking Vitamin D.   ”

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l au ghs,, "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back."

“   My lord … is that an order or a request ?   ”