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He really didn’t intend on coming here ... But, he was in dire need of some medical attention. Though his manic desire for destruction was strong, the pain from his self-inflicted injuries was stronger. He had himself wrapped in a thick blanket, coated with blood. His hands were shaking, eyes glazed over. “I hate you.”

“... But I need some of your magic. You can heal, right?”

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{♚}—; Cosmos stood in his study, a large room where he was currently reading over some ancient texts, translating them and thinking about the kinds of feats that could be performed with such methods he’d been training himself in.

However during his daily duties he sensed a presence approaching him, trouble in paradise. “If you thought you could attempt to sneak up on me like this, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” Cosmos turned around, to see the small sorcerer known as Ripto that Spyro had told them all about.

The leader of the Magic Crafters knew full well about the reputation that Ripto had built up thanks to the incident in Avalar, so he was watching his every move in case he wanted to try attacking him or wanted to take something from him. “If I may ask, why have you come here?”

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Send me a ♥ and I’ll fill out

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [] We wouldn’t

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Do you enjoy sex??

Its SINDAY! Ask me any questions you like my fellow sinners! Doesn’t have to be sexual, it can be anything!

“... There is a reason why my favorite place is in the fauns’ forest. They’ll do anything if you ask nicely.”

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Its SINDAY! Ask me any questions you like my fellow sinners! Doesn’t have to be sexual, it can be anything!

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hc // ripto  cannot cry anymore. hes been psychologically damaged so much that he gained an immunity to sadness // even when things are at its absolute worst, 

even when hes feeling so depressed that he can’t breathe ... no tears will fall from his cold, dead eyes.

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Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For 

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other

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mHHhhhh tempted to color this and make it an icon ///// his d.rool  glows like lava and it can be just as hot ...  it can be /very/ deadly if he decides to use it that way. 

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Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest

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This is an open invitation for followers to throw their muses into my inbox.

Please don’t be shy! Even if we haven’t interacted, asks are always a good way for muses to get to know one another!

Alternatively, send some OOC asks or anons? 

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“You know that I am not him ... ”

“Now, as for what I want, ... surrender your beloved kingdom to me or I’ll turn everyone in it into a pile of ashes.“

continued || @magicalaria​

He simply grinned, flashing his razor sharp fangs at her. “Astounding  …”

But, as she lowered her hand, that grin faded and his eyes narrowed. “Why do you hesitate?!”

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hc // ripto has an ... uh, aesthetic for getting hurt. its not exactly a turn-on as much as it is an absolute thrill and he hurts all the time anyway because of his scars. ... also, the power crystal can heal him over time, but since he acquired the crystal AFTER getting the scars, he cannot be rid of the pain that was already done to him. 

and if hes left alone for some time, he will inflict damage onto himself to the point that he’ll pass out. sometimes he looks absolutely dead.

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continued || @magicalaria​

He simply grinned, flashing his razor sharp fangs at her. “Astounding  ...”

But, as she lowered her hand, that grin faded and his eyes narrowed. “Why do you hesitate?!”

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// i guess I should point out that this is a multiship & multiverse blog meaning that each ship will be exclusive to that particular verse only & each thread happens in a different verse! So, no threads tie in together unless its established by ship, or relating to a verse.

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Reblog this if you can do angst.

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The number meme, 6: Jealous!

Send a number, and I’ll tell you how my muse is when they are // JEALOUSIf we’re talking on a romantic aspect, he wouldn’t get jealous over, say ... his significant other talking to someone else. Ripto would jokingly suggest that they’d all go out on a date because he’s just /that guy./

He /WOULD/ however, be resentful if that other person is handsome / gorgeous / can offer them eternal happiness and all that whack.He’s just a broken shell of what he once was ... and him being d/isfigured only adds to him having issues with his own appearance because he would always think that ‘they can do better than him.’

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The vile hit the ground with a small ‘clink’, and he scooped it up in his hand. Deciding to just keep it for whatever reason, he placed it in his pocket. “... You claim to have knowledge about magic, and yet you fail to understand the simplicity of a ‘parallel universe?’ To make it easy for you,  there are multiple versions of me spread throughout different dimensions. So, in essence, your Ripto and myself are very different from ... say, another Ripto in a different dimension.” 

“Now that I’ve actually taught you something, let’s see just how well you fight.”

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He simply watched her, as the magic faded from her hands … and he gave a slow, mocking clap. 

“… Impressive. But, not really. You’re weak.” Ripto simply strode past her, waving with his hand. “Now, be a good creature, and direct me to the castle so I may take over it. Or your precious homeland will become my new hell.”

“You’re not taking over anything!” Aria yelled to him. She took out a small vile from her bag. It was full of a mild medicine…nothing that could possible harm him….yet…she chucked it at the back of his head. It made a small ‘thunk’ as it bounced off his skull. No damage.

Aria was visibly frustrated.

“Fight me anyway! I’ll kick your ass, you lousy impostor!” she snarled like a small dog. It was really quite funny.