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[aoiiryoku]

 positivity. !!  ║ @liibertcs ║ * ACCEPTING. * ft. @blocdstained​

      “OMAZING” IS NOW A WORD OKAY ? LMAO

[a-personifiedchaosx]

@liibertcs​ : shows up on my dash or in my activity

Me, automatically:

[sonderrow-moved]

liibertcs  "What is a fantasy your muse has?" for Jael

He will continue without the touch of a woman.

Someone please hold him he’s gonna faint.

[eldestchild]

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Hisoka.

“I haven’t killed Hisoka for sport.”

[xmenageriie]

"Shh... Don't scream." Her voice was a carefree melody, the flames that danced around the room and a percussion soft creeks of the rotting, cheap floor boards under her feet. Canon squatted before the last (known) survivor, lips curved into a smile despite the destruction she wrecked. She flashed a wanted poster. "Where's this bastard? Last I heard, this kid was here. If you tell me, I'll give you a nice reward~" Sanji or Spidey I want HAVOC

— @liibertcs​

“Thing about this is — you don’t want people to scream, you don’t go settin’ their stuff on fire.” Crouched casually on the windowsill, smoke seeping out around him lithe frame, Spider-Man had to keep himself calm. Considering the anger and indignation roiling in his gut, that was easier said than done. Attacking a whole complex, setting it and its people ablaze — only someone heartless would do those things. “Or, y’know, killin’ them.”

The lenses in his mask narrowed, vision cutting through the haze and constant flickering of firelight. He spotted the face, let the A.I programming run a quick ( but limited ) facial recognition scan. Nothing. Whoever this person was, he wasn’t in any known file that he had access to. Given that wasn’t very large, it didn’t surprise him.

“Can’t help you. Not sure that I’d want to. How do I know you aren’t tracking down someone harmless, that you won’t do this to the people in their building? I’m all for helpin’ people out. It’s kind of my thing. This,” the crime-fighter motioned vaguely to the chaos around him, “isn’t my thing.”

[queensconquest]

BEST  &  WORST  MUSES  -  @liibertcs​

Okay  I’ll  do  a  couple  for  you  !

FOR  PRIDE:  

BEST: LUCIFER

   Given  Lucifer’s  nature  ,  they’d  probably  get  along  quite  well  ,  and  simultaneously  the  worst  when  it  becomes  a  matter  of  pride.  But  in  general  ,  I  think  they’d  probably  get  along  extremely  well  due�� to  Lucifer’s  ability  to  obviously  exist  and  understand  concepts  beyond  human.  As  God’s  former  closest  angel  ,  he  knows  even  more  secrets  to  the  universe  than  pride  might.  Plus  two  scheming  manipulators  ?  Always  fun  ,  although  Lucifer  is  more  of  a  tired  soul  ,  who’s  intent  is  to  break  the  old  kingdom  of  God’s.  They  could  likely  have  Big  Brain  talks  and  discussions  ,  and  be  able  to  understand  one  another  in  a  way  most  other  beings  CANT.

WORST:  SHERLOCK  HOLMES

   Mostly  because  Sherlock  will  just....deny  its  existence.  Honeslty  Pride  could  do  literally  ANYTHING  and  Sherlock  would  try  to  find  some  logical  reason.  Inhuman  form  ?  there  must  be  some  chemicals  or  illusion.  Freezes time ?  Drugged him.  Sherlock  will  just  straight  up  DENY  its  existence.  He  would  outlive  god  to  prove  he  was  right  and  there  being  some  logic.  In  the  words  of  his  dear  rival  the  gentleman  thief  arsene  lupin,  “  Don’t  worry  ,  he  does  this  to  everyone.  “

FOR  ENVY

BEST: BYAKKOMARU

   It’s  none  other  than  the  tiger  demon  ,  Byakkomaru !  Byakkomaru  is  a  very  manipulative  and  cunning  demon  ,  who’s  focus  is  drawing  out  the  inner  desires  of  his  targets.  He  appears  very  charismatic  ,  and  calm  ,  knowing  what  he’s  doing  at  all  times.  He’s  a  very  resourceful  and  confident  demon  ,  and  finds  others  who  can  be  manipulative  ,  confident  ,  and  calculating  as  ideal  ,  especially  those  that  deceive  others  interesting.  But  Byakkomaru  can  also  be  extremely  playful  or  mischievous  which  can  help  more  authoritative  figures  relax  and  let  loose,  as  he  knows  when  to  not  push  to  much.  He  is  loyal  once  his  interest  and  or  trust  is  earned.  He’d  probably  be  very  curious  about  her ,  but  I  think  they’d  likely  get  along  pretty  

Alternatively,  BASTEYA   could  also  be  a   lot  of  fun  to  deal  with  as  well  as  a  headache.

WORST:  FENRIR

   Fenrir  doesn’t  take  well  to  figures  that  try  to  be  authoritative  towards  him  beyond  his  father  or  mother.  Anyone  who  tries  is  likely  to  get  eaten.  He  would  react  violently  and  start  a  fight  (  or  snack  time  considering  he’d  just....eat  most  people  ).  He’s  also  extremely  distrustful  and  wary.  Fenrir  has  the  ability  to  smell  deceit  to  an  extent  ,  and  if  she  tried  that  on  him....it  would  really  just  go  downhill  very  fast.

[shuoshuzhe-aa]

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asmo is feeling….needy and it’s bad. hhhhhhhh

Shocked. Surprised, even

leave me alone )< asmo’s got needs

[executare]

“ i do not intend to die ” wrath

FIRE EMBLEM || @liibertcs

“I do not recall a choice in the matter ever being imparted to you. Not you, not anything that crawls this earth.” Mirth swallows the lord’s thunderous voice as he towers and sneers his glee to the sight of one less fortunate, baring tooth and nail nonetheless in the face of something that has left the world ablaze behind him. There will be more of that to come–but there will be few quite like this one, distant enough from the mundanity of human fear to beget a moment’s pause in the bedlam and burning choking the night around them both. Ayin’s head is set to one side, spilling the dark of his hair down his smirking face as he treads closer to where this stranger crouches away from the smoke.

“But that it is within your spirit to bare your teeth at death itself is more noble than the cowards that roll over and die like animals as soon as life proves itself too ugly, too painful. Even if I would not call you wiser for it.”

The heel of one booted foot shifts to grind itself downward, bruises hard into the back of their hand.

“You want to live. Then get up.”

[warwxlf]

Knot nut

So that’s how to described fetishes in less than 3 words. 

[a-personifiedchaosx]

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“I didn’t wouldn’t have expected you to be so accommodating... but I really appreciate it.”

If anyone would have told him even a month ago that Jack would end up at Ambroise’s place, sitting on his couch casually like a friend, he would of laughed in their face. Their first and only interaction so long ago had been virtually a disaster, and while he would of been content to never see him again, he was touched that he stopped to help when he was being followed. So there was something more under that asshole exterior...

“I’ll go home tomorrow.” His voice was rooted in conviction, fingers brushing over the warm surface of the cup he was holding. “It can’t be good for your image if anyone catches wind that I’m here.” The performer had made it painfully clear how he thought of Jack and his own... career.

[sonderrow-moved]

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“Oh, you know, prison and high school ain’t very different. There’s just as much bullying, violence, drug trafficking, bragging competition, depression, suicide and butt sex in emergency stairs...”

He rolls his still full can of beer, reminiscing.

“See, I could almost say it’s the same in the military.... ALMOST. But I won’t. Is that how they do at your place?”

[eldestchild]

"Don't say that about Nanika!" Alluka attempting to push or hit Illumi. Angst? Ye. Hurt us.

His sigh is soft, he takes the abuse that Alluka gives without complaint, he’s done enough fighting back today. They’ve almost gotten to the door when the tantrum starts, it seems that he said the wrong thing. It dies out quickly, it always does with his younger siblings and he knows Alluka will start the waterworks soon enough. “I have a surprise for you.” He heads off the reaction before it can start as he types in the code, standing in the way of it even though he’s aware it will be changed afterwards.

As the door opens he listens to the small shocked gasp, lets go of the small hand he once held onto so Alluka can run inside. Toy after toy is picked up and Alluka babbles on, tells him all about this one, about that one; how ‘Mother said that they’d have to wait until a holiday for this one!’ It doesn’t matter here, whatever Alluka wants will be provided within these walls. ‘I’ll have to show Killu-nii-’ He cuts it off before the sentence can be completed.

“Come here Alluka.” His voice is soft, reassuring as he can make it as he kneels down to get more on their level. His younger siblings always seemed to prefer that, maybe it was because they knew he wasn’t really an adult even if he had so many responsibilities on his shoulders; this was just another one. “Killua won’t see you for a while. His training was very hard today.” He will forever remember his brother backed into a corner, begging, pleading, crying until he fell limp as the needle was inserted into his brain. It was for the best’ Silva had said, to ensure that Killua wouldn’t get into situations like this again. Silva had beat it into Illumi, how this could have gotten him killed, how being near something so dangerous some thing like Alluka could have killed the heir. Killua was safe now, safer with Alluka locked away in here. He strokes through soft black hair, swallows around the bruises on his throat hidden under his jacket. 

Illumi will never realize that Silva’s made him the enemy for a reason. That Alluka won’t forgive him for being the one to lock them in here, that Killua won’t ever forgive him for putting the needle in his head, for the torture that he’s subjected all of his siblings too. As he pushes Alluka’s hair back and hands-off another toy.

He can say this because he knows that while he’s being watched on video, they can’t hear him. No need to have Alluka making demands and coercing someone down here. “One day, we’ll both leave here Alluka.” A hug before his hand hits the back of Alluka’s neck catches the child as unconsciousness takes over.

Illumi settles Alluka on the bed, tucks the covers around them and leaves a kiss on their forehead, the last bit of kindness to be displayed to his younger sibling for years to come. He leaves and pulls the large door closed, locks Alluka in for the last time. A thumbs-up is given to the camera, now his Father can leave on a mission and he can focus his attention on Killua- he’ll forget Alluka as long as Illumi has a say in it, so he may sleep peacefully and never know that the family is willing to lock away one of their own.

[webbedsutures]

From the distance it can be heard. A low rumbling, recognisable yet foreign. With the door open a crack, the light of the sun peering into the room. There stood a man. A skinny thing, unmoving side for the rise and fall of his chest as his heavy breaths filled the room and echoes into the next. Sloth fell asleep on his feet again. Snoring.

Machi blinked at the sight, equally unimpressed as she was amused. She could tell from his first appearance in front of her that this young man rarely, if ever took care of himself, and somehow, the act of falling asleep on his feet didn’t surprise her. She continued to enter the room, uncaring if any action she took such as opening the door would wake him. 

She only came to a stop when she was right in front of him, close enough to see into any clogged pore he had. He was slightly more bearable when asleep. His bed was… quite close. She could… With a roll of her eyes at her own thoughts, she lifts him, one arm scooping his legs and the other cradling his back. He weighed practically nothing to her. She brought him to the edge of his bed and dropped him ever-so-gently onto the covers. “Idiot. Next time go to bed, like a regular person.” 

[queensconquest]

liibertcs said:  Canon, a vertically challenged and visually challenged woman, driving a [STOLEN] car. Kalluto strapped in the back.

   This  seems  like a  really  BAD  idea.

[shuoshuzhe-aa]

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[  lemme say what i want  !!  /  accepting  /  @liibertcs  ]

🌻 — i used to own over 10k+ of animanga icons that i made mostly myself  !!

[xmenageriie]

"Uhhhh, I'm sorry, I thought there was murdering to be done here, not arts and crafts." Get her out of here, any of your muses. Wrath.

🔧 — @liibertcs

“What part’a this is arts and crafts t’you?! I ain’t tyin’ ribbons around this thing, am I?” Under his breath, Rocket grumbled and cursed. His dexterous fingers toyed with the wires poking out of a small, compact device that he had created only a few short moments ago. The exterior wasn’t impressive by any means, but he hardly cared. The only part of the device that mattered was the mess of explosives packed inside.

Once the wires were in places and he could safely pop down the panel that would close it all in, he peered up at the stranger. While he glares, he screwed shut the panel.

“You toss this. Count to five. You can do that, right? I know you Terrans are slow, but even Quill can do that. Count to five, then press this button. Shouldn’t be that hard. I’m gonna pilot this shit-hole of a ship and see if I can’t get us out of the blast range. If I can, we’ll be in the clear. If I can’t say goodbye to your eyebrows, lady!”