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popular text posts + ask memes ( part three )

❛ i’m just an asshole with feelings ❜ ❛ if you step on the back of my shoe and it comes off, i will do the same thing to your head ❜ ❛ my secret talent is getting tired without doing anything ❜ ❛ i want tattoos and emotional stability ❜ ❛ i would just like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i’m doing ❜ ❛ i love when people shut the fuck up ❜ ❛ hi i’m a hopeless romantic with serious trust issues nice to meet you ❜ ❛ marry someone who looks at you the way you look at dogs ❜ ❛ i want a tattoo of a ufo on my ass to represent how it’s out of this world ❜ ❛ you ever see something and are like ‘ i’m so glad i don’t even know what that means ’ ❜ ❛ lie in my bed. show me your favorite music. kiss my neck. ❜ ❛ my kink is not opening messages and pretending they’re not there ❜ ❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it is cute, i do not think it is funny. i will kick you in the fucking face. ❜ ❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜ ❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜ ❛ mentally crafting incredibly angry speeches that i will never say to all the people i hate is my favorite hobby ❜ ❛ my kink is when people admit i was right ❜ ❛ protecting your own happiness isn’t selfish. you deserve every ounce of happiness. ❜ ❛ i’ve never said one coherent thing in my life ❜ ❛ how can i be ready for the future when i’m not even ready to get up in the morning ❜ ❛ never throw me anything unless you’re okay with dropping it ❜ ❛ please don’t make me think about my life ❜ ❛ have you ever met the human version of a headache ❜ ❛ my personality is 30% of the last movie i watched ❜ ❛ i forgot how awkward it is to meet new people sober ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ why can’t i just plug myself into a charger ❜ ❛ i have bullshitted my way through almost two decades of life ❜ ❛ i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet ❜ ❛ i can’t tell if i’m really nice but secretly an asshole or an asshole but secretly really nice ❜ ❛ me? a jealous hoe? absolutely. ❜ ❛ we’re gonna be weird adults ❜ ❛ wait no hug me more ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ does anyone else get friend-jealous really easily? ❜ ❛ apparently ‘spite’ is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “what motivates you?” ❜ ❛ we, as a community, should go to bed ❜ ❛ white lips, pale face, i hate the entire human race ❜ ❛ no offense but what the fuck am i doing ❜ ❛ there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me – it’s called the throne ❜ ❛ i might be short but you’re still beneath me ❜ ❛ if i have a crush on you, i’m so sorry ❜ ❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜ ❛ well this social situation isn’t going the way i acted it out in the shower ❜ ❛ i!!!!!!!!!! hate!!!!!!!!!! being!!!!!!!!!! left!!!!!!!!!! out!!!!!!!!!! ❜ ❛ i’m honestly so clingy and detached at the same time ❜ ❛ i think part of growing up is understanding song lyrics ❜ ❛ how can someone (me) be so beautiful (me) but also so underrated (me) ❜ ❛ hi, i’m here to ruin everything ❜ ❛ college is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane ❜ ❛ and then satan said, “here, have feelings” ❜ ❛ it is i, your local asshole ❜ ❛ you’re about as irrelevant as mean girls 2 ❜ ❛ shout out… just in general. i’m just shouting. ❜ ❛ get your heart broken so your art improves ❜ ❛ i’m so tired, but i always find the energy to sin ❜

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Drabble Me

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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animusstrike:

     Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong, yet Feather was so blinded by his lust for battle that it clouded his better judgment. It was like something was forcing him to swing his fists, to communicate with his body like he always did, but his true feelings didn’t come out this time. Even though he let out his battle cries, felt his body surge with the exhilaration of the fight like it always did with Randall, he could tell that Randall’s heart wasn’t in it like it always was.

     ❝ Randall! ❞ he cried out, his fists never stopping as he continued at his fast pace. In fact, it was like his punches went faster when he noticed that Randall as at a disadvantage and his movements became far more sluggish. It wasn’t like Randall to let the fight become so one-sided, yet Feather was so intoxicated with the desire for victory that it clouded his better judgment.

     ❝ I don’t understand…! Your voice is so quiet… I can’t hear you at all! ❞ he cried out, throwing another punch, this time towards his throat. It was true– Randall’s voice came out as a quiet muffle, like something was drowning it out.

     ❝ Talk to me, Randall! TALK TO ME! ❞

He never felt so ashamed in his life...not being able to hold a candle to his rival. His rival, who always knew before when someone was at their limit, wasn’t stopping when Randall was clearly at his. His arms brought up to block his face from the attacks, he’d growl when he heard Feather speak, which would actually allow Randall to lower his guard as he moves to give his answer through a kick, which what little strength he had. 

     “Ngh--?!”

But the kick would never hit, Feather’s punch hitting him square in the throat--and the next thing Randall knew, he was on the ground, clutching at his neck with a wheeze, finding himself unable to breathe at all. There was no fear in his gaze, only a wide eyed shock that Feather, of all people, could do something like this to another person. 

He couldn’t breathe...his vision was distorted, Randall clutching at his neck with his hands, not knowing his windpipe had been crushed. 

     “You...w-win...”

He’d manage to croak out, the pain all but forcing his eyes to tear up. 

He was growing weaker, but his gaze would never leave the other. Raising a trembling hand toward the other, he would grasp the other’s ankle, the only thing in reach, to help Randall gain the strength for his next forced words, pausing only to cough hard enough to bring up blood from an earlier punch to his gut. 

     “Wa..ke...up...Feath..er...wake....u...”

The pain was too great and eventually, Randall’s lungs will stop struggling to draw in breath. Eyes still open, Randall’s eyes would see no more, his attempt to help his friend having come to an utter failure. 

...Perhaps that was just punishment for Randall’s incompetence. 

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animusstrike:

     The atmosphere surged in his veins, his pure excitement obvious in the way his fists swung, his lips curled into a wide grin, and the lightning from his trusty knuckles sparked and surrounded his body in a light-blue arc. The way the electricity flowed through his body made his hair stand a little, his bright, blue eyes filled with a firey desire as Randall instigated him. He knew Randall was purposely trying to get under his skin, which was nothing new, so the exhilaration of battle blinded his better judgment.

     ❝ Then you’re going to have to be faster than that if you want to catch up to me, Randall! Come on, come on, come on! ❞ as he cried out, his fists were merciless, aiming towards Randall’s face, chest, and wherever he could reach. He never noticed that Randall was far more sluggish than usual, despite his attempts to provoke him. The high of battle was too strong for him to consider anything but his own strength and the speed of his fists as he tried to prove Randall wrong.

     ❝ I’m only getting started, Randall, so don’t give up on me now! Talk to me with your fists! Show me everything you have! ❞

There was only so much that Randall could dodge, in the state he was in. And yet his skills honed through battle had him dodge most of the other’s strikes, until one punch hit him square in the chest, causing his vision to turn white as the pain would echo through his whole body, the young man giving a violent cough--his heartbeat erratic from the shock of the sheer force of the other’s attack, the taste of iron clear in his mouth.”

     “Shit...”

His voice was a wheeze, and the way the other kept attacking made a dark thought go through his mind--maybe Feather wanted to end Randall once and for all. No self control...Feather seemed to be attacking to kill. 

Randall was not afraid--he’d accept whatever the other threw at him, even if this is what the other wanted. Randall...thought they were true rivals, not...this. Hands balled into fists, he’d gather his energy and would give another dodge to get close enough to throw a punch to the other’s gut, leaving himself wide open to attack. 

At this point...he didn’t care. He just wanted the Feather he knew since he was a kid back. 

This one before him wasn’t the Feather he knew. Their elements were polar opposite and Feather was abusing that advantage and striking Randall’s weakness again and again. 

     “Get a hold of yourself...I’m doing my best to talk and not once have you listened! You...you stupid imbecile!”

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❤

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —❤ = kissing them .

It was supposed to just be a normal spar, as usual for them. Randall wasn’t expecting the other to grab him and draw him close. The closer they were, the more Randall’s heart raced and his mind blanked. Hands would move to rest upon the other’s shoulders, unsure of to push the other away or not. When their lips parted, Randall would gasp for air, his face red as he’d pull away slightly to speak. 

     “O-oi....Feather, what do you think you’re doing....I thought we were going to fight!”

There was no aggression from Randall--only genuine timidity, uncharacteristic as it was of him. With a sigh, he’d rest his forehead against the other’s, his expression exhausted. 

     “I don’t get you...always wanting to fight, doing...this? What’s your goal? What...do you want with me, Feather?”

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animusstrike:

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     ❝ GRAAAAAAAAAAAH! ❞

     A loud battle cry resounded throughout the city, with sparks of lightning that shot from his fists. Since his powers were severely restricted, the sparks were not strong enough to bring out his full potential, but that didn’t stop him from swinging his fists at a nearly blinding speed.

     Although he was in a strange place with no exit in sight, his worries were immediately washed away by the bruises on his cheeks, his and Randall’s limbs swinging towards each other, and the sweat that dribbled down his forehead as he dodged and swung at him.

     ❝ Randall, I can hear it! You’re a lot more excited than usual– I can hear it in your fists! Come on, give me everything you’ve got! I don’t think these gloves will stay on my hands for long! ❞

Tch, how did it come to this? This oppressive pressure...his body felt sluggish, as the other seemed to always be one step ahead. What had happened? They were always on equal footing--What was going on? Randall felt himself struggling to even keep up, dodging as best as he could as the other kept swinging.��

This Feather was a lot more ignorant than usual--it really pissed Randall off. He’d just wanted some peace, but Feather attacked out of nowhere. It had not even occurred to Randall that he was within another’s dream, perhaps that making him weaker than usual. 

     “Rgh...you....annoying, idiot! I’ll kick your ass...I’d rather die than lose to you!”

Throwing an aggressive kick to the other to create distance, Randall seemed to be trying to keep his distance to observe the other. If Feather wasn’t himself...he’d have to wake him up the only way he knew how. 

     “Tch...the emotions you’re putting into your punches are lackluster. Are you sure you’re not holding out on me? I...won’t forgive you if you take it easy on me.”

Instigating the other, he’d prepare for Feather’s retaliation. They truly were rivals--and Randall wasn’t about to abandon the other like this. 

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animusstrike:

❝ I dunno anything about crushes, but I bet i could crush Randall in a spar! ❞

     “Hah! The one getting crushed here is you! My legs can crush anything!”

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❤ laughs

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —❤ = kissing them . 

At first, there was a pause, eyes wide with shock as he registered what’d just happened. Once it registered, an embarrassed anger crossed his face, a glare coupled with red cheeks as Randall’s next movements would be swift, a sharp kick towards the other in harsh retaliation towards the other’s abdomen. 

     “Oi, what the hell you doing, old man?! You wanna fight, is that it? Doing that stuff to me...hrrrrggh...I won’t be caught off guard like that again! I’ll give you a beatdown that’ll make your ancestors cry! Don’t worry--you caught me off guard, so I’ll use both my fists and my legs to beat you into a pulp!”

With a growl, he’d take his fighting stance, bristling more than usual. It would be quite obvious just how flustered Randall was--not over being kissed, but being caught by surprise. 

     “Do that again and I’ll crush both your lousy heads!”

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is randall gay for feather

     “Where would you get that from? You moron, wanting to fight that idiot doesn’t mean....I-It doesn’t mean THAT. Say that again and I’ll kick your ass!”

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there aren’t too many thoughts behind her actions, reaching to his features and pressing a tissue to his head. “ hold still. You’re bleeding a little. “

A low grumble would escape his lips as the other pressed a tissue to his head. Injuries weren’t uncommon for him, but people wanting to help him were rather rare. Bristly by nature, Randall’s frame will tense, his expression a sour glower. 

     “Tch...you’re making me look weak in front of the others, why’re you doing this?”

With a sigh, he would wait til she was done. The other didn’t look like a fighter of any sort, so he couldn’t say he was intrigued. His face a little red from embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being treated like a child. 

     “Next match, I’ll take the other guy out in one hit, just you watch. No more of this ‘tending to the injuries’ business, aight?”

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discord drop! 

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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💤~

Question about the muse—send a symbol!💤  = What position does your muse sleep in? What side of the bed do they prefer? How many blankets and pillows do they usually use? Do they snore or sleep with stuffed animals?

Randall just likes to sprawl out on the bed, taking up as much room as possible. He doesn’t much care for blankets, and one pillow is usually enough for him. If there are any blankets on the bed, he’d most likely kick them off tbh. While he does snore, he snores very quietly. As for stuffed animals...he wouldn’t mind them but he won’t be caught dead with one.

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🔆 :)

🔆  = Out of your muse’s group of friends, who do they find the most attractive? Would they ever ask them out?

Randall is the type of man who would rather fight than admit to any of his feelings, should he have any. It should actually be worth noting that when he asks to fight someone, he’s basically asking to get to know them more. People tend to show their true nature in a fight, so it’s his way of seeing if the person in particular is actually worth talking to on a regular basis. 

As to seeing if anyone is attractive or not, Randall’s view of attractive people is...different than others. He’s attracted to strength, so if there’s someone he cannot defeat in a fight, he’d most likely be a little starstruck. 

As for asking them out? He’d be way, way too flustered to do that, and will most likely end up asking for a fight instead.

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⛎ 🔋

Question about the muse—send a symbol!

⛎  = What is your muse’s zodiac sign? Does it fit their personality?

With no set birthday, I always headcanon Randall as an Aries, considering his temper and high energy. As an Aries, it pretty much suits him word for word, looking up the traits for that sign myself. 

See what I mean? It’s basically him in a nutshell. 

🔋  = Who or what drains your muse the most? Who or what helps to revitalize that energy?

The answer to both, believe it or not, is Feather. They were childhood friends, and nobody knows how to both exhaust and rile up Randall more than Feather. But when Feather isn’t around and there’s nobody worth fighting, Randall is refreshed when he goes fishing. Believe it or not, Randall loves fishing just as much as he loves fighting. Why hasn’t he gotten a summer outfit yet, Cygames?

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🐾  

Question about the muse—send a symbol!

🐾  = What is your muse’s favorite animal? Do they have or do they want any pets?

Randall is most definitely a Cat type of person, and yet you might see him running with some dogs if you’re lucky. He likes training with canines, their energy reminds him of a certain rival, so they certainly keep him on his toes. 

He most likely will adopt a dog at some point. Please feel bad for the dog if he does, Randall is terrible with names.

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💕i only just got into granblue so idk much abt ur muse yet BUT i lov his hair

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

     “I know little of this person, but they truly seem like....perhaps I could speak with them. He looks strong...just about as much of an idiot as him, but I suppose I’m cursed with being surrounded by those types of people.”