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for those who once had my skype and are not aware i’ve long since abandoned the platform because of the reasons:
i can be found at DarkPuck#7505 on Disco!
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pickpocketarc asked:
❝Hey – you passed out.❞ {ffvii oc, alak, tailoringdata}
noctoutlucis answered:
The teen looked up with tired eyes. He’d been on the street for weeks now with minimal food and water. Exhausted and hungry, Noctis guesses he had just managed to find somewhere to seclude himself and passed out. At least he assumed so with how the stranger spoke.
“Didn’t mean to.” He muttered, barely able to form the words. His arms tightened around the bag in his lap. “Can’t stay awake.”
Alak gnawed on his lower lip. The other boy looked bad -- pale, hollow. He knew the expression on his face all too well.
“Here,” he said quietly, taking a bottle from his bag. “Have some water...”
All too aware that the blue-eyed boy might not want to let go of his own bag, Alak opened the bottle and held it to the boy’s lips.
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My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.
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Reblog this if your muse suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
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Confess a dark, twisted, or otherwise sinful thought your muse has had about mine.
On or off anon, it’s up to you!
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Can’t Afford A Carriage
@greetingsfromnibelheim
Alak strolled down the streets of Edge, hands in his pockets, drinking in the sights of the growing city. Usually when he passed through, he was on his bike, but he always took the time to walk through at least once a week. He’d been so ignorant in Midgar, so scared--
But here in the city built from Midgar’s bones, he would walk beneath an open sky and learn his home.
His nose caught the sweet scent of flowers, and he grinned, following the smell. Maybe he could bring a few home for Rain.
#greetingsfromnibelheim#rp: can't afford a carriage#how i come up with thread titles makes sense only to me#shane sells flowers = daisies = daisy daisy give me your answer do
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Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there
Can be NSFW/SFW. You choose.
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Pls reblog if you wouldn’t mind RPing with a shy hacker/tailor/Kalm survivor! Just bear in mind that he’s a year older than Yuffie.
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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.
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A Tailor? You Must Have Heard Wrong
whitewingedangeal:
Angeal was never sure how to feel about this part, a long standing tradition of his kingdom. Important in the eyes of his people, and his commanders. A way of showing strength, dominance, over countries they were in conflict with.
He smiled anyways, confident, almost a smirk, as the prisoner is brought to his room. Waving his guards away, once they’ve already forced the young man to his knees, the smile grows a little gentler. “What’s your name?” he asked, gesturing for the other to stand.
Alak didn’t dare look at the foreign king; it was all he could do not to tremble where he knelt. He wasn’t certain his legs could even support him, after the ordeal that was preparing him for the King.
“A-A-Alak, your highness,” he managed to answer, keeping his black eyes safely on the floor.
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➳ -whitewingedangeal
Send ➳ for your character, a royal, to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.
To say Alak was terrified was putting it mildly.
Captured by the enemy and dragged from his home; stripped and bathed and then dressed in clothes that could only be considered revealing–
(And oh, the humiliation, those men discussing his horror that was his back and how best to conceal it from the eyes of their king–!)
He didn’t stop to consider how odd it was that they’d locked a black leather collar around his neck and bound his wrists with leather instead of chains.
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Send ➳ for your character, a royal, to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.
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Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not.
Bonus: Include the basic details: gender, age, height, likes, dislikes, hair/eye color, race, and anything else my character should know.
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