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hollowedstreets · 8 months
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open to: tinder dates/random flings/etc. (muses/fcs 30yo+ only please! but the older the better because he’s in that kind of mood apparently) a bit of backstory/personality: over here! because i’ve been too lazy to add an actual bio sheet for him yet whoops
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         “Man, am I glad to see you,” Robert murmured, the knots in his stomach settling as he saw the other shuffling about their kitchen. His lips were curled into a smile he couldn’t get under control, but he wouldn’t worry about that just yet because he was enjoying just…being happy for once in his life. “I mean, it would’ve been a shit move on your part to leave without saying goodbye first, you know.” The young man shot them a cheesy grin and finally moved away from the door-frame, wearing only an old t-shirt and boxers as he hadn’t felt like getting fully dressed that morning, just to lean against the counter as his bed-mate went about making breakfast. "So how much time do we have until I lose you to your real life, eh? Because I was kind of thinking of having a repeat of last night - if you're not bored with me yet, that is."
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lethalityandlustmoved · 7 months
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“Okay, who fucking stole my bagel, because you are going down. You are fucked. I haven’t had a kill in weeks and I will put bullets through your skull. Nobody fucks with me and my food on my day off.”
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celeronandco · 7 months
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He didn’t much care for Halloween, mainly cause people would always come up to him and poke at his horns thinking they were part of some kind of costume. So he opted to just meditate underneath a tree. It was quite relaxing, and he may or may not have some birds nestled on his legs.
OPEN STARTER: PITAH
(art done by @theannoyedskittle)
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owenstark · 5 months
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| open starter | | setting :: during the coronation in the feast hall of king's landing | | summary :: during a night of feasting, as the evening drags on the king in the north is still in the great hall watching the drunken crowds, listening to the southron music |
The King didn't sleep much, it was his greatest issue it would seem. An inability to get rest, to feel a relaxation that allowed him to settle. He didn't want to sleep. Owen Stark always hated having nightmares and something about having them in another realm unsettled him. He would drink his dreamless drought, if a man had access to such thinks he would be a fool to not drink them. Still, the taste was awful and the drink was potent. Some nights he preferred to down black beer or the spiced rum that overflowed around the reddish keep. With an empty cup and dried sourleaf, rolled and sparked added the same feeling one got from chewing it.
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He watched her, nameless face across the crowd of those who lingered in this great "celebration" and he wondered who she was, if he knew her or if he could. No, no, he was a married man. A King. A Stark. Why his father went on constantly about their bastard uncle, some dead Snow. Still, he is a King. King in the North. A hero of Winter, a man with a wolf's appetite.
"What is it?" He didn't look to his right, he didn't know who stood there and sought his attention. Owen didn't want to be king right now and unless it was an emergency he would much prefer to weigh out choices and whether they would be bad for him or not.
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vaugarde · 5 months
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im bored rn, here's what i'd have liked ash's gen 8 team to look like
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red-man-of-mustache · 4 months
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ℳ ➙
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radicheart-a · 9 months
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He just sips from his coffee mug -- the one with a mustache on the bottom that's revealed whenever he lifts it.
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dangerous-realms · 11 months
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Zaishvaer was missing, well not really missing. Her half sister Lunlirrok knew exactly where her failure of an Evoline sister is, in the four gallon bucked containing some voidial black substance in which she was shaking.
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"What is it mortal?"
The embodiment of perfection asks the one who's approached her, she stands at around 7'4. However, she doesn't cease the shaking of the sealed bucket of black goop.
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diresang · 2 months
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            ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 ✦․⁺ 
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husk is smiling as angel came down the hotel stairs, setting his bottle down on the counter as he approached the bar. his tail is flicking excitedly, like he's been there waiting for him the entire time.
            ❝ hey, legs. got somethin' for ya'. ❞ husk spoke, and a cocktail shaker is summoned into his hand━ into it vodka, peach schnapps and grapefruit juice. poured into a pink-tinted martini glass, garnished with a toothpick skewer of maraschino cherries.
            ❝ pozione d'amore. ❞ husk presented it with a prideful grin, and while he waited for angel to take a sip of the drink, he pulled a pink gift bag from under the bar to set down in front of him as well.
            ❝ couldn't do much, but happy birthday, angel. ❞
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hcllishdreamer · 5 days
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tags.
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alastors-radioshow · 11 months
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~Like/comment on this post for a verbal starter~
Starters will vary depending on if my muse knows yours, or not.
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staticgcne · 26 days
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tags.
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helluvahotpot · 3 months
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Heavy metal music played in the background as he sang and, headbanged along
"Nipple juice on my asshole...!"
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uppermoonkoku · 5 months
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Open Starter
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Sitting in the middle of the garden of the Butterfly Estate, Ko has a book nestled in his lap. But, the demon isn't reading.
Well, to be more correct, he could turn the page.
A small group of seven butterflies had landed on the pages as he was reading. Knowing how delicate the small creatures are, Ko is hesitant to turn the page of his book.
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"I didn't know I was a butterfly magnet."
A huff leaves the demon's nose as he wonders how he had gotten himself into a situation like so.
Normally creatures of any kind tend to stay away from him.
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lethalityandlustmoved · 7 months
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“Hey, who threw that knife?”
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heyslutsitswinter · 2 years
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Vaggie was working...late again, nothing major just a quick run down of the hotel before settling in to the night, only stopped when she heard a knock at the door. Late night visitors weren’t unheard of, though certainly were rare. However when she opened it the only thing that greeted her was...a box. Well, a package. 
She was suspicious at first, but it seemed professionally wrapped enough and the label on the box did seem to come from an actual post office. She picked it up, squinting harder at the label.
‘From; Devils Street 1013 PARTS INCORPORATED
To; HAPPY HOTEL {CHARLIE MORNING STAR}
WARNING: FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE!’
She frowned as she placed the package on the desk, shouting as she grabbed the nearest pair of scissors to open it, “Charlie! There’s a package for you!” by all accounts it seemed like normal package, though as she undid the tape around it, she was barely able to process the ticking sound she heard until it was too late.
BOOM!
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The box erupted into a burst of light, the force throwing the moth back her body trashing hard against the nearest wall, sliding down it as the flames caught onto her body and a ringing in her ears, twitching wildly on the floor as she noticed a familiar burning on her body.
Holy water.
It wasn’t just an attack on the hotel, it was an attempt to kill.
Fuck
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