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-shakes hands with both of you- character brain rot in a dead rp fandom. // @thefatalmarksman​ @anxother​

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What’s good?

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“Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go.”

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// show me right for revamping my blogs but Luxord is the only blog that I can get done visually because There’s zero new content for Xaldin.

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                   Enjoy the view, you bastard // Follows back from @abracafockyou

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The last two nights I’ve kept dreaming about this boy. Him being in the organization and realizing his heart is returning. But his thoughts aren’t rejoiceful. No, it’s problematic. He can’t have a heart and be in the organization. He’d have no use for them then, no reason to be amongst the nobodies. His investigation would be at risk.

So he disappears for a while to remedy that. Loses the growing heart and returns back to the organization to continue as planned.

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He stares endlessly into the distance. Unblinking, void, despite the slight eye movement. Luxord watches something unseen. Something captivating, blinding the Gambler of fate.

Finally, he’s released. Gaze torn by the tilt of his head to the floor, blinking over stinging eyes. 

“Apologies.” Clever smirk kissed his lips. “I just witnessed a premonition of how you would die.” He hummed, a casual little fact.

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Repeat 👏 after 👏 me 👏 : I refuse to get sick and/or anxious over other people’s opinions. I can like the content/character(s) someone negatively speaks about, and deserve to feel good and enjoy it.

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@invertxgo​ said:He doesn't say anything when he twists the chain of Luxord's coat around his hand. It's not until he's yanked him down to eye level that he grins, "Hey, Sailor." One would almost think that he was going for a kiss. One would be wrong. He's here to bite Luxord's neck.

Of course he thought their lips would meet. The invitation was there, plainly written across Xigbar’s face as he pulled their heights closer. Much to his surprise, he’s not gifted with a tender kiss, but a sharp claiming bite to tender skin.

The soft smile across his face washed away as a spark jolted below. Were Xigbar to pull away he’d meet wide oceanic eyes and a slow growing smirk, fumbling to hide the tinge of red that blossomed across sharp cheeks. “Bold and full of cheeky surprises, now? Pity I’ve no heart to gift you.”

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@teardownheaven​ said: "Do you even have room for another tattoo?”

“Do I have room,” he repeats the absurd question. Already opening his coat, lifting his shirt just above the start of his chest to confirm. The gaps between aged ink lines mocked him. “There’s always space upon my canvas. I’ve only a few on my thighs, plenty of free real estate there!”

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tattoo sentence starters

1. “You got a tattoo?” 

2. “Were you sober when you got that tattoo?” 

3. “Why in the world would you get a tattoo like that?” 

4. “I like your tattoo.” 

5. “When did you get a tattoo?” 

6. “Is that a tattoo?” 

7. “_____’s going to kill you when they see you got a tattoo.” 

8. “I can’t believe you got a tattoo without my permission!” 

9. “I don’t remember getting a tattoo.” 

10. “Wow. That is a regrettable tattoo.” 

11. “I got a tattoo!” 

12. “I got a tattoo to commemorate the occasion.” 

13. “Well, at least this tattoo can be covered up.” 

14. “Wow. Your tattoo(s) is/are beautiful.” 

15. “How many tattoos do you have?” 

16. “I want to get a tattoo someday.” 

17. “That’s an… interesting tattoo.” 

18. “I’ve never gotten a tattoo before.” 

19. “Are you sure this is the tattoo you want?” 

20. Do you even have room for another tattoo?” 

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// Who wants to see sketches of bastard teen baby lad Lux?

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x-purpose​:

Xemnas paused to consider this, or at least gave the appearance of doing so.

“Xigbar has proved loyal thus far.”  Those words left a bitter taste.  He had no doubt that Xigbar had been loyal to something through all of this, but that loyalty was certainly not to him.  And if he was keeping this to himself at such a crucial juncture, it could well be a clue to where his allegiance it truly lay. 

“Continue to follow those orders.  And should this search come to anything, report your findings directly to me.”

He would rather rot than follow such orders. But rotting took decades, which Luxord held a surplus of. He trained his eyes to not roll at Xemnas’ words. Plenty of practice came to him. He learned how to hold a pretty and straight face to any authoritative figure.

“As you command.” Were there room for humor, he might have curtsied. Anything to lighten the leash of dread around his throat. “And thank you for the insight.” Or lack there of. The Superior remained an enigma. A horrendously empty thorn in Luxord’s side. The gambler remembered so little of his past before the organization, yet he had more personality than the man lead a cult of world destroyers and powerful vessels.

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Any man afraid of a woman for kicking their ass is a coward.

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Letters | @sinnhelmingr​ - A farewell

Dearest Hel,

     I have to let you go. Something precious tethers us together. Something that should have frayed and snapped. Whenever I stray I feel the taut pull that returns me to a sound and familiar place.

     There is no room for such pleasantries anymore. I can’t allow myself to sink into the warm comfort and wonders of your importance to me. It wards me from the necessary risks I must take. The scapegoat waits for the sacrificial blade and a means to an end.

     When the water takes me again, don’t hold my hand. I’ll drown you too.

Formally yours,

     Rould

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A very good question.  Xigbar had always known more than he cared to let on.  All the time that he was talking and saying nothing, he was listening and observing with a keener eye than most.  And he loved nothing more than to worry at all those lose threads he found until the whole came unravelled.  Who could say what his investigations over these years had turned up that he had kept to himself?

“The most probable explanation is that he did not consider it of significance until this point.”

There was still the strong possibility that this was an irrelevance.  A last desperate ploy as time grew short, or an outright fabrication.  A distraction.  But to what end? 

“Probable, but leads to many more questions.” None that Xemnas could or would answer, even if he were aware. Xigbar eluded them all in his motives. Luxord planned to return the favor.

“What would you have me do?” he feigned the loyalty of interest. “You, after all, have known Xigbar for far longer than I have. You surely have an opinion on it all.”

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LETTERS // PROMPT MEME.

Send in “ ⎈ ” for a randomised letter written from my muse to yours. For multimuses, please specify which muse you want! 

001. a love letter 002. a letter of condolences 003. an apology 004. an invitation 005. a letter of complaint 006. a farewell letter 007. a letter written in the case of my muse’s death 008. an angry letter 009. a thank you letter 010. a letter for a friend 011. a secret letter 012. an urgent letter 013. a letter from the past 014. a letter from the future 015. an encrypted letter 016. a letter written as a promise