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-. we MOVING, this blog is now archived, retired, if you will; you can find me over HERE at @/mythvoiced for further shenanigans of all kinds Lena, the blog is still pretty under construction, i’ve added some new muses, i'm still debating over a few others, whether i wanna keep ‘em or not, but yep, the journey is far from over, it’ll continue on onto a free, clean, and fresh space. love you all, will be on a following spree over the course of the next few days ♥

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Bonsoir! General psa, for the sake of making it look cleaner & better on my blog: this blog is currently being REVAMPED! The muses I’ve wanted to delete have already been deleted and a few more might be put into hiatus! Threads with those muses will, of course, be dropped, but I will try to contact all my thread partners personally in the following days. I am going on an unfollowing spree as well! People I’ve never interacted with even after being in a mutual with them for ages, and people who post content I’m generally uncomfortable with, please don’t see this as a personal offence against you, because it’s for me and you got nothing to do with it! Seriously! I might re-do my muse’s about pages and just get rid of all the fancy stuff because honestly, it’s a pain every time. I will be focusing more, MUCH more on plotting from now on, to give my muses the development I feel they deserve. I will be focusing also a lot more on writing and a lot less on faceclaims! And last but not least

HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT!

While I work on this place, I need a break from it. I need to be able to get on here, ignore my dash, just do what I gotta do, and then bounce. I doubt this will even reach a week in length, but to be absolutely certain, I’ll announce it anyway. Absolutely feel free to contact me if you have any questions regarding our threads or if you’re wanting to interact with me, because I might try to continue what plotting I had begun. Any sign of guilt-tripping will be blocked. As harsh as it may sound, I’m tired. Stay funky, m’dudes. Edit: if this will lead to me feeling the need to move blogs entirely, I'll post another PSA.

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“Relax, it’s not a pick-up line,” He rolls his eyes, all too aware of his reputation around the school. It’s almost guaranteed that you’ll see Jae leaving a party with another student wrapped around him (tonight, apparently is a one-off) and he isn’t ashamed of it, despite some of the looks he gets (though no one would dare say a word to his face). What’s wrong with being wanted?

But he’s not looking for that right now, even if he is pretty cute. “I’m not sleeping there tonight, so someone else might as well.”  His dorm room belongs to only him after his roommate decided to switch - good riddance - and with free reign over decoration, Jae has kept it minimal. He’s fairly tidy despite stumbling in almost black-out drunk at least once a week, but there’s hardly much to mess up – or steal – anyway. He didn’t see the point in bringing possessions from home. 

“Just don’t take a piss on the floor or something, I don’t know. Put the sheets back properly when you’re done. It’s fine.” With a careless shrug he begins to turn and walk away, cold, delicate hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. “Are you coming or not?”

Confused, bewildered almost, blinking overcomes Cesare’s features at the other’s response to his question. How in the hell was that supposed to even sound like a pick-up line? Given, Cesare neither has much experience with people outside of his pack - or within it, for that matter, but that’s a topic for another day - nor with humanity as a whole - and what experience he is gaining, among gas stations he’s shop-lifted from and garden shacks he’s slept in, don’t make him exactly eager to seek out any more.

But seriously, what?

“What, no, I wasn’t thinking-” but there the other goes, somehow managing to confuse the werewolf even more with his choice of words alone. Although, its more than likely that generates from Cesare’s inability to read others or gauge whatever signs of a personality are being displayed. He doesn’t do well with others. And he’s kind of missed every single shot he might have had at learning to get along with them.

So all he can offer is a disgusted face at the mention of pissing on the floor. Goodness shit, is that what humans are up to nowadays? Well, thank god for being a born werewolf, in that case. Or at least he hopes to be... is he even a- yeah, no, that’s a bad train of thought.

He shakes his head lightly, getting rid of the cloud of his own thoughts. Instead of wasting any more time on it after that, Cesare stares after the male, clear distrust darkening his eyes ever so slightly when the dim light and the other’s back turned to him allow him to portray something a little more honest.

Really, does he have much of a choice? He’s barely made it this far, his ability to sneak around isn’t as good as it used to be, what with the limp he starts sporting whenever it’s hot enough, or cold enough, or wet enough, or dry enough, whenever it’s day or night, or he’s walking for too long or standing for too long, it’s like whenever he’s settled into some sort of something, the leg reminds him of everything he’s no longer allowed. Like a shelter during a stormy summer night - and the storm will come, he wouldn’t put it past some humans to smell it, too.

So... what choice does he have? Say no? Go back, try to find another location before the first lightning strikes through the sky and paints it white, for the brief second it lasts? Or land outside, risk dying like a wet dog, just another roadkill defiling an unnamed country road, an end fitting for his character? “Yeah, yeah, I’m... I’m coming,” he’s going to regret this, he feels it. And yet, his feet begin to move.

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having a backbone: rpc edition

not everyone is going to like you and the faster you come to this conclusion the easier you will find your time on this website.

people will talk behind your back: let them because if they can’t say it to your face clearly it’s not important. some people aren’t worth convincing. 

someones dislike towards you does not determine your whole worth & it’s important to remember that.

someone you may know will block/softblock you: no matter how much you’ve done for them, been there for them or shared with them, unforunately, it’s best to let them go.

it’s not your duty to impress others: do things that you find productive for your enjoyment online & offline tumblr. 

you may not always fit into a group: but that doesn’t make you any less adored or respected. 

being selfish is okay: especially for your own mental health as long as you’re not putting down others. 

you’re going to have bad days: never let someone in this community make you feel bad for them.

you’re going to have great days: embrace them & enjoy them

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@enchcntd | Roman

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“Oh, hi.” The intruder greets the blind with the kind of enchantingly charming smile only the devil is capable of wearing. Infaustus stands off to the side, shame incarnate, head lowered, not a hint of the smile that usually colours his features in all the different shades of his brightness, his enthusiasm, his will to live.

Here he’s merely a tool, riddled with self-loathing at the prospect of - even after centuries of being away from the man - truly having developed into nothing at all. He’s still Maletto’s favourite tool. He’s obedient. It’s easy to get him to be, at least. Felix’s health is a good motivator.

Dr Maletto, clad in his usual professor attire, with a confident, yet collected step, makes his way closer to the being that had decided his favourite failure is worth emotional attachment. But not just any emotional attachment, oh no.

The strongest one.

It’s exactly the reason he’s here in the first place - without warning, without Felix even realising that Maletto always knows where he’s been... and always knows what he’s up to. This entire arrangement these two have going on, after all, smells like just the kind of scientific development he needs to note and analyse.

“Roman, correct? Or do you prefer Leo?”

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Removing the following muse(s): BARRY

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a hug with a forehead kiss

— * hug prompts | @busanbunnie

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It was easy to spend a ridiculous amount of minutes simply standing there and staring at Hana. It was ridiculously easy, in fact, adorably easy, the way Taemin could be doing literally anything, from careful things such as the transporting of too many plates at once, to lesser ones, like being merely in the prospect of checking some news article - he didn’t even care about - on his phone.

Suddenly he’d stop in his tracks and his eyes would wander, seek out the familiar figure of the woman he’d decided to trust with his heart, and the woman who had blessed him with the opportunity to hold hers.

He’d stare, stare at her lips, stare at the way they part when she laughs, or how they pucker when she pouts. He’d stare at her eyes, dark and twinkling and full intensity of the strength that makes out her very core. He’d stare at the flow and fall off her hair, the subconscious and effortlessly enchanting motion when she brushes it back, pushes it behind her ear, or even when her fringe is tied up in a silly bun with a sillier hairband to avoid having it fall in her face when she needs it last.

He stands and stares and wonders if any of this could possibly be real. And that if it’s a dream, that God may have enough mercy to never let him wake up again.

This time he’s staring from directly in front of her, hands casually in his pockets until he decides that he’s got a much better use for them. Smiling in the way he’d only smile at her, he extends both arms, wraps them around her waist until he’s pulled her close enough to nudge his nose against hers.

He doesn’t stop there, though. Overcome with pride and love only a man devoted to the holder of his heart can be, Taemin brushes some of her hair out of her face, her fringe out of her forehead, and pressing a chaste kiss to her skin there, all while holding onto her still.

The quirking of his eyebrows as he pulls back might, on the other hand, have a less chaste meaning behind it.

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Angsty Character Questions: 

1. Is your muse afraid of death? 2. What is your muse’s kill count?  3. What is your muse’s biggest fear?  4. How easy is it to anger your muse? 5. What is your muse’s biggest regret?  6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife?  7. How many scars does your muse have? 8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up? 9. What is one thing that would break your muse? 10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about? 11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about?  12. What was the worst injury your muse has received? 13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?  14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life? 15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness? 16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be?  17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?  18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

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“Like… a master key?” Jae wrinkles his nose slightly and shakes his head, letting the cloud of off-white smoke disperse from his lips. Come to think of it, a master key must exist out there somewhere, probably with the campus security or something. He remembers that one time Jesse from floor four had been presumed missing, when in reality, the idiot had been keeping a rabbit in his room.  Yeah, a master key would have a lot better than breaking the door down.

“I don’t have one myself. If you went to the night-porter they would probably help you out.” Then again, that dude is a stingy asshole especially when it comes to locked out students. “Or, maybe not.” Green eyes settle on the other, searching his face and trying to place it but it’s unrecognisable. Jae likes to think he knows most people here by now, but it’s a big university and some people slip through the gaps.  He’s cute though. It would be a shame to let him figure this shit out alone for the rest of the night, and it’s not like he’s planning to go to bed himself. Despite no longer being in the mood for a party, Jae doesn’t feel like being still. “I won’t be using my room tonight. You can crash there, if you want.”

Yeah, right, that’s absolutely what he’s going to do. He’s going to hit up the night-porter, right now, in the very instance, the very second following the other’s answer. Sure, there’s no way the guy knows what exactly Cesare is up to - either that, or he’s the weirdest son of a bitch Cesare’s yet had to encounter and he really likes option A in comparison to this one.

But wouldn’t it be jolly to knock at the night porter's door, just ‘evening sir, I was trying to break into this one building, but realised using a key might get me in a lot faster and easier, so if you would be so kind...

He almost rolls his eyes - and he definitely makes a face - but in the hopes of letting whatever thoughts were running behind dark eyes appear on his features, he turns away, pretends to be looking at the lock once again while he’s just hoping to get this encounter done and over with. Neither rock nor master key, have been very helpful ideas - as the guy himself seems to confirm, with his helpful ‘maybe not’. Which means, going back to square one. Which he can’t as long as the other is still standing there and- wait a second.

He turns his head suddenly, eyes widened again as surprise and disbelief seem to overwhelm his features. What... was that? “Wait... Are you serious?”

Okay, there’s no way he is - and the irritation of someone attempting to screw him over was already tightening his jaw - or... can he really be?

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@gutmeout | liked!

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“If you could do me the favour of not parking this two-wheeled smog producer right here, I’m sitting on this pavement, no parking zone, and it stinks.”

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-. psa > cesare

I’ve never clarified it anywhere, but I’m about to put this on his about too: knowing that a lot of people (and tbh? me included to a certain extent) are not all too comfortable with a/b/o dynamics, I wanted to specify that Cesare’s being an omega doesn’t follow those dynamics. Cesare’s ‘omega’ is more akin to the ‘actual’ dynamics within a wolf pack? Aka, being an omega means you’re the weakest link, usually isolated from the rest, treated a little worse. It’s natural among packs and Cesare, that means yes, having it as a sort of ‘label’, a sort of ‘class’, and one that defined his experience within the pack. It means folks his age in his pack considered him easy to pick on, or like they had the right to pick on him or push him around more than they would do with others. Olders thought his opinion mattered very little - if at all - in the grand scheme of things, and the fact that he wasn’t blood-related to anyone surely didn’t help with that either. He was a burden, basically, a rock tied to everybody’s ankle, and they made sure to, even if unknowingly and subconsciously, remind him of that.

Add to that a certain favouritism the others had interpreted into the pack leader’s interactions with Cesare, and lo and behold, the creation of that attitude Cesare is sporting.

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-. here we go again, like for a short cesare starter

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707 + MC

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@somecrazylads gets a starter !

                      ❛ i have the worst headache of the centuries, can you like not make that noise and by that noise, i mean your voice .. just shut up. ❜ 

“Pardon, did I force you to come hang out with me despite the headache? Did I ask you to suffer through it instead of going to fetch some painkillers? No. No, I did not. So, I will continue speaking. And you’ll continue... doing whatever it is your doing. And if you need some painkillers you can just ask, y’know.”