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NEW BLOG!!!

// ok so I finally did it!! 

This blog is now an archive and all content has been moved/will be posted moving forward…. HERE!!  This new blog is not a sideblog and as such I will be able to send asks/follow back/etc - very pumped about this!! 

I am going to attempt to refollow everyone!! But it’s likely I’ll miss some people because of the whole sideblog thing so I am sorry in advance :c please feel free to let me know if I’m following you now and don’t follow you on the new blog- might take me a bit to get it all back up to date! 

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NEW BLOG!!!

// ok so I finally did it!! 

This blog is now an archive and all content has been moved/will be posted moving forward…. HERE!!  This new blog is not a sideblog and as such I will be able to send asks/follow back/etc - very pumped about this!! 

I am going to attempt to refollow everyone!! But it’s likely I’ll miss some people because of the whole sideblog thing so I am sorry in advance :c please feel free to let me know if I’m following you now and don’t follow you on the new blog- might take me a bit to get it all back up to date! 

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NEW BLOG!!!

// ok so I finally did it!! 

This blog is now an archive and all content has been moved/will be posted moving forward.... HERE!!  This new blog is not a sideblog and as such I will be able to send asks/follow back/etc - very pumped about this!! 

I am going to attempt to refollow everyone!! But it’s likely I’ll miss some people because of the whole sideblog thing so I am sorry in advance :c please feel free to let me know if I’m following you now and don’t follow you on the new blog- might take me a bit to get it all back up to date! 

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// and now it’s 2am,,,,,,,,,,,,,, remember me

// just,, why

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// just,, why

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DO IT

// you think, ,,,,? I mean honestly it like,, kind of makes more sense to me it’s just,,, , alsfnlksafaslk that’s gonna be a lot of work and also annoying?? 

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QUESTION!!?

// also I’m super seriously beginning to consider remaking this as a main blog... what do you guys think of that???

I’m just having a lot of trouble with people following back my main when I really wanted to interact with them on here haha and then feeling annoying to constantly be posting on my main like “heyyy this exists” 

Idk thoughts?

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@mirror-xmage

Send 📱 for phone stats | modern verse | still accepting!

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

N/A 

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

He thinks it’s adorable but for real he really enjoys how Dee texts because it’s how he imagines he would talk and it really gives both of them a chance to actually chat like any other couple would without having to worry about any sort of timing or language barrier/issues

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

Probably immediately unless he happens to be with Grima

How often our muses text:

When they’re out of the house/not together probably a good amount (I imagine lots of “where are you” and “im here” texts and also probably Robin texts him some variation of “good morning!” every single morning tbh). They would text less when they’re at their own homes because of their frequent Skype calls.

How often our muses call:

Never.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

There would be literally no benefit to Dee calling Robin, so if he ever noticed him calling he would assume it was an accident and hang up on him.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

No you go to sleep first c;

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Send 📱 for phone stats | modern verse | still accepting!

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

N/A (he would have Grima’s ringtone specifically set to the longest possible vibration setting so he would know it was him if he ever called for some reason)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

He doesn’t mind it, though it would be nice if he would use smiley faces sometimes, and maybe be a little less demanding when he wants something

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

Depends. If they’re in the middle of a conversation, pretty quickly - if Grima texts him out of nowhere while he’s out sometimes it’ll take a while for him to get back to him. If Grima texts more than once he’ll usually answer faster.

How often our muses text:

A lot. If they’re not together it’s fairly consistent, and even sometimes when they’re in the same area it’s just easier to send a quick text than bother trying to communicate any other way.

How often our muses call:

Very rarely. Robin would call if he thought he’d really upset Grima somehow and had to apologise faster than he could type, which would lead to an awkward silence right after and then immediately hanging up on him.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Probably. If Grima is calling him it’s likely just to draw his attention to a missed text, so he would “deny” the call and then answer the text right away.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

Almost home! c:

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Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

How often our muses text:

How often our muses call:

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

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Would you ship our muses?

Send ❤ if you would ship our muses romantically. Send ♀ if you would ship our muses sexually. Send ツ if you would ship our muses platonically. Send ♠ if you would ship our muses as enemies.

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// should I reblog one of those stupid memes would anyone send me stupid memes lol

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princess--cynthia:

“Huh?” Cynthia blinked as he grabbed her arm, clearly dazed a little. After a few moments she shoved him off, shaking her head in confusion. 

“No, no, it’s fine. Only some of it is.” She insisted, rubbing the back of her head and wincing as her hand came away with blood staining the palm. She must have gotten a worse cut during that fall than she’d originally noticed, although she couldn’t for the life of her remember getting cut. 

“Maybe I should see a healer.” She said after a few moments, still unfocused. She couldn’t quite figure out why - maybe she was just tired. “I think the fall from when I got shot down was a bit worse than I thought.”

“Oh good,” he heaved a visible sigh of relief at her initial no, then looked mildly alarmed when she revealed that at least some of it was hers. “We need to find you a healer,” he agreed immediately, pushing on her shoulder slightly to try and see the injury in question. “You got shot down?” He hadn’t even seen her fall - some tactician. “How’s your mount? Where are the others?” It seemed unlikely that they would have left her behind... although perhaps they would have if Cynthia had insisted she was fine and the battle was moving forward without her. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up two fingers in front of her face, praying that she didn’t have any sort of serious head injury. 

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@non-credere-in-fata

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: This song from :15 to :47

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: He doesn’t care. As long as he understands what Robin is saying then it doesn’t matter. Unless it’s REALLY horrible l337 speak or something. 

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: ASAPHow often our muses text: Very often. It’s the main way they communicate when they’re apart. How often our muses call: Not often, since Robin is deaf. Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: NEVERLast text sent from my muse to yours: I’m at the grocery store, tell me what you want to eat for lunch. And don’t you dare name one of those junk foods you’re addicted to. 

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hierophantgrima:

Robin’s furious denial didn’t go unnoticed, but for now, Grima will drop it. Maybe the model isn’t to his brother’s liking? No matter, it will be addressed later. Just as he’s about to give up and call for a private chef, there’s a tug on his sleeve. An intersection is brought to his attention, and getting the gist of Robin’s direction, turns right. 

In an instant Grima spots the small café, although he’s not exactly impressed with it. But, if his baby brother likes this place then… It’s better than nothing. He pulls into the parking lot, neatly setting themselves close to the entrance. It doesn’t look too dingy…. Maybe this place is a hidden gem, a hole in the wall mom and pop shop. 

The optimism isn’t working. 

 With a small sigh Grima kills the engine, not entirely ready to head inside. Quite honestly all he really wants right now is a big bear hug from Robin. And some sleep. But the hug is on a much higher priority, and so is feeding his sibling. 

Hmm. On second thought, maybe not. 

It was pretty clear from the way Grima wasn’t getting out of the car... or even making a move to get out of the car that he wasn’t overly interested in this place. He brought up the keyboard on his tablet and quickly typed out a message - spending almost thirty seconds typing before he spun it around for his elder twin to see:

If you want we can go somewhere else. It’s fine. I just wasn’t sure what you wanted or if you’d eaten and I don’t have any cash on me so I didn’t want to go anywhere too expensive....

He shrugged, throwing the other an apologetic, sheepish sort of look as he read it, then suddenly snagged the tablet back to jot another line underneath with just his finger:

It doesn’t matter to me what we do! I’m just excited to see you again!

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// actually got a lot done over here today!!! I mean I got like nothing done actually at home bUT HE Y WHATEVER RIGHT lol

anyway I think I’m down to 4 replies/starters that I owe people so hopefully I can get to those tomorrow/on the long weekend!!? We shall see - I’m heading to bed now so nothing more from me tonight in any case c’:

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pherxs:

“Don’t you go reaching into that monstrosity you call a coat. I’m not going to hurt you.” Her previous words had seemed to put him on edge ever so slightly, but she truly had no intention to fight him. Not again.

Instead of lashing out at him after his words about Walhart, her eyes narrowed. Then, almost as quickly as it had happened, the icy glare was gone and replaced with something softer. “…I know. You don’t think I was oblivious to what he was doing, do you?” A short, somewhat sad laugh. “I was well aware, Robin. In a way, I do thank you for stopping his chaos, but at the same time…I can’t help but be upset at you for it. He promised me a home. A place to go after the war was won.” One hand traveled up to scratch at the bottom of her jaw. A nervous tick. “Now that’s gone. I’ve become a nomad. A mercenary of sorts.” Then, quickly after, “Oh, but you must think I’m blackmailing you. What purpose would that serve? I’ve no more use in Valm or Ylisse…even the Plegians won’t take me in. Perhaps it would have been better had I died back there in Fort Steiger.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Robin was beginning to feel like a broken record for how many times he had asked now. He wasn’t going to take this bait no matter what she came up with or threw at him. She had gotten what she deserved, as far as Robin was concerned, and he didn’t pity where she had ended up because of her own choices and actions. Whatever she was trying to accomplish with this, Robin wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

He had, however, let go of the book in his coat after her comment. She didn’t seem to be much of a threat right now - and the tactician was confident in his own ability to counter if she did try anything unexpected. 

“Perhaps it would have been,” he said after a long moment, looking away from her at the harshness of his own words. He didn’t think he was wrong, exactly... but even so he felt a little bad saying it out loud.