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whispers quietly hey hi im here to do drafts and whatnot but.

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Titus Alexius icons{500+} Manga/Anime: Magi: The Kingdom of Magic 100x100 Please like/reblog if using any Do not repost or claim any as yours. I was dared to post all the Titus icons I’ve ever made, so here you go.

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if anyone wants an rp with pure!shiro to see what shiro would be like if sin didn’t exist and his crimes hadn’t happened, shoot me an ask. i’ll be looking for an alt. fc for that version as i do drafts.

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hofukuha

Fingers daintily coiled around a slender wrist; gloves taken off for the first time in a while - his hands were feminine, almost enough to completely confuse him for female. Which could explain his constant glove-wearing; a simple insecurity.

Gently lifting her arm up enough to get her attention past gripping the slender bones; a soft chuckle came from his throat.

" Leaving so soon?       Queen Rosso would not permit that,          especially since you are her daughter, m'dear. "

It were nothing more of a ball, something the Princess refused to take. But the Prince had come for her only - he had heard of her beauty, yes, but that was not what he was here for.

No, he only wanted to see her as a person.

Beauty (incredible as it may be) not withstanding; the Princess borne of Queen Rosso's womb was no more than a princess of incredible gentility. She was humble, beautiful, and gentle - if a little daring and adventurous.

Perhaps it was her tales of running away to play with 'hoodlums and harlequins in the streets' that had him fall in love with only her name - and a beauty it was, too.

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kagaqueen

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   “ Thank you kindly sir, though the portrait is really un-flattering         to my features, I may not be a child any more but my cheeks         are certainly not that…plump, I look like I’m twelve ! “

The young queen is simply too humble, too naive to know of the other’s advances. 

“ You do fail to realise that I myself am twelve? “

A simple question from a preteen who looked much, much older than twelve - perhaps 15, or even 18. Is he offended? Perhaps, perhaps not. He is most certainly unamused, however; though the advances are still present - a young prince whooing a much older lady? He could only assume she felt better than his hand.

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白の事実 3

he makes consistent penis puns to other males when threatening to kill them... though in a tasteful manner. have to have class, you know.

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thepridefulprincess

Perhaps the detour taken from the palace wasn’t such a bad idea, she mused.

Certainly not if she found herself with the chance to meet what was surely a man familiar with her background, if his appearance was anything to judge by.

“A welcome indeed suited for royalty; I can only assume you yourself are of such as well.” Riliane’s smile remains small, but amused - she can’t help noticing the similarities between this stranger and her chamberlain ( and to a point, herself ) but keeps the interest behind a composed, cool mask. 

“Your name, sir?” 

“ I was...       Pity that I am royalty no longer.           But let us not dwell on that, milady.                 My name is Prince Len Shiro, or Prince White.                      May I inquire of the name of such a beautiful young princess? “

Flattery aside, she would be in for a shock if she recognised the name and the associated land. Pity if she did, he never wished to sully his hands with the blood of royals... But it must be done, to not expose his hideaway.

However, she seemed too vain, too clueless to care who he truly was. A blessing in disguise, really. He could take her precious innocence and send her on her way, pack up and replace himself in a new area of the forest.

But the work was too much. Perhaps on another princess.

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白 hofukuha

“ Skin as white as snow,      lips as red as if drenched in blood...          Irony that the hand of your ‘savior’ was actually a ‘devil’, hmn? “

A soft sneer evident in his voice, but the sneer remained off of his pinkish lips. She, his lost butterfly of black, was back in his arms - or so he wished. For she had probably come to murder him - tch, what a silly idea. Anything could go through him, if it were from her.

Her Sin was too young to overpower his Sin, yet.

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Cursed by the gift of beauty. A life  unwished  for.

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k i disappeared for a while. ‘m back, school’s over, and all that binds away my time from here is video games, any other blogs, and work. without further ado, time to do drafts.

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damn boy u sick hEH

if you’re gonna send an ask… don’t send it thrice.

secondly, i think you’re referencing me instead of my muse. then again we’re both males by trade so… anyway. if you meant my muse, disregard the rest of this reply.

i’m not ‘sick’. i myself am a rape victim. this blog is a mixture of anger releasings (his anger / murderous habits) and of healing myself from the incident of rape that has happened multiple times in my past. so thanks for the ‘sick’ comment.

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send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

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1. what they smell like: to the inhuman, he will smell of death, lust, and vanilla. to the human, he will smell of vanilla, lavender, and strawberry strychnine. 2. how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): 6 am wake up. any earlier or later will leave him in a piss-poor mood. he usually sleeps around 8-9 pm. he often sleeps on his back, but wakes up curled in the fetal position with an arousal that only one of the rotting corpses in his home can satisfy. 3. what music they enjoy: piano / classical. it was played at his mother’s funeral, as well as it being his mother’s favorite. this enjoyment passed onto him. 4. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: before being overthrown: he did not get himself ready, but it took the servants about twenty minutes to two hours, depending on how bad the bedhead or how fussy or tired he was. as he takes care of himself, now, it takes him three hours. 5. their favorite thing to collect: female corpses. 6. left or right-handed: left handed. 7. religion (if any): atheist - if a god is to man what a king is to his people, and he was deprived of crown and country amidst his “Sin” accumulation, why should he care for ‘God’? 8. favorite sport: fencing and archery. 9. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: he used to travel for political duties, and now he is stationary. but his favorite thing to do when traveling was sample some of the ‘nightlife’ (in other words, buy up and murder prostitutes to feel their dead flesh around his burning arousal). not very ‘touristy’, but it was his habit. 10. favorite kind of weather: light rain / heavy rain (inside) ; sunny and cool (outside). 11. a weird/obscure fear they have: death. 12. the carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: an old festival pie eating contest is what the prince would win. otherwise, the only thing he can get close to winning is an archery competition.

let's do a weird headcanon thing.

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kagaqueen

   “My name is NOT false, it really is Kagamine Rin,     what is your name sir?��� 

There’s nothing more Rin disliked more than her name, dearly treasured as it was her only means of identity, being called the wrong name always left her in a sour mood; a small hiccup made by acquaintances forgetting or only remembering parts of her name she could forgive, but being assured that the girl’s name was wrong was just adding fuel to the FIRE. 

“ Prince Len Shiro.       I told you this when we first met.            Perhaps you are suffering from memory lapse?                    But, if you are right, then I am the one mistaken...                           Do tell me, your age? “

If she was younger than his Snow White, she was not lying - and he would have his Snow White corpse without murdering the real thing. A win-win, really.

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nemetoxins

           “Annoyed.”

“ And what has you annoyed, m’dear? “

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❝I hate myself in portraits.❞

“ You are too beautiful, m’dear, to hate your portraits.             You are too exquisite. “

Though, in his mind, she’d appear even lovelier dead within his arms.

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