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#i just love that my birthday falls on easter #CAUSE BUNNIES XD #too bad my country doesn't celebrate it #;w;

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She closed her eyes and sighed with relief. She rests her hands over his, loving how he was holding her. She blushed a bit and laughed as he kissed her cheeks. She opens her eyes to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Oh? Irresistible? I don’t think so.” She replied in a playful voice, quickly silencing as he kissed her, a happy sigh falling from her lips as he did.

"Hm…yes." She agreed as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him, her ear resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She ran her fingers down his arm before interlacing their fingers. "Frien?….Have you…ever felt like this before?" She asked as she looked up at him, her head tilted to the side slightly.

He instinctively reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He smooths out her locks and pets her head. He leads her over to the bench where he was earlier and sits her down with him. He doesn’t want her to get uncomfortable, thinking earlier evening’s performance might have been tiring. 

Frein gripped on her hand tightly at her question. He bit back his lip, unsure whether he should tell her. He takes a deep breath, holding her close. 

“Yes,” he answered earnestly. He exhales slowly. “It was a long time ago, when I was much younger, I fell in love with an adventurous soul.” The was an aged sorrow, a kind one that he’s kept for years. “But that was a long time ago and Adam-”

He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

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Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball

Excuse my really messy quick doodle

"Oh," Frein exclaimed upon turning to little thump he felt at his right. He excused himself from his previous conversation to turn to the lady he had bumped into. "I’m so sorry, milady. Are you alright?" he asked, concerned as he looked at the other for any possible injuries.

#glitter-tornado #rp #now some sad time

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She gives away a small crooked like smile. Good to know that got his attention. “How about a game of chase?” she suggested. “A dirty game of chase,” she growled and flung dirt in Ikki’s eyes.

She scrambled up to get feet, a little wonky at first but bolting past Ikki. She didn’t feel safe without Chaos or Fre near her. She was mortal at the moment and she needed time and as much space from anything sharp and potentially life threatening as much as possible.

“Big things come in small packages,” she mutters. She practically held her breath when Ikki drew close. She can’t say she wasn’t relieved when he only wanted to grab the knife. “At least my brother pulls off the blue hair better,” she adds.

“Hey, Ikki,” she called, gripping the dirt in her hands. “How about we play a game? You like that, don’t you?” she asked. “Unless…you’re chicken.” 

#shxdow #rp #RUN FOLLE RUUUUNNN #at the park~

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oh god royal aus

“your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it” au

“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re my bodyguard and we’re so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways” au (bonus: limo sex is great sex)

princess diaries style “i grew up not knowing i was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me i was so now i guess i’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but i still have a crush on you” au

alternately, “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

"i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs” au

“my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” au

#yes #aus

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Plot 112: The Tracks

Muse A and Muse B are part of a tight-knit group of friends who are daredevils. Every Friday night the group gets together in search of their next big thrill. Their favorite pastime is partying on the train tracks on the border of their humble town. There’s nothing quite like the rush of feeling the hard, metal tracks vibrate underneath them as the train comes barreling around the bend. Sometimes they run alongside the train as it rushes by and jump on, hitching a ride to the next town over. Sometimes they climb to the top of the train and jump off into the town’s reservoir for a late night swim. One night, the gang’s party unexpectedly gets broken up by the cops and everyone scatters. Muse A and Muse B head off in the same direction, but Muse A is the one who gets nabbed. It turns out that the police have been monitoring the tracks following reports of delinquent behavior in the last month. As hard as they push Muse A to identify their friends, Muse A refuses to cooperate and they end up taking the fall alone. Muse A is sentenced to a short term in jail and Muse B is the only friend that takes the risk to visit. Muse A and Muse B’s bond grows exponentially over the course of the sentence, developing into something deeper than friendship. 

#OOOOH #aus

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“Okay, hold up.” She thought about it, rubbing her temple as a habit when she gathers her thoughts. “So you’re working here with your brother while at same time pursuing an education too and you’re a gamer too?” she worded out. “That’s metal!” she exclaimed, wide eyed with intrigue and excitement. “We should exchange numbers,” she suggested. “Because you’re one super cool lady!”

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Send me one and I’ll write you a starter.

❃ Tattoo parlor AU

Akane sighed as she swept the ink shop her older brother owned, just getting it ready to close for the day. Not many people had come in for an ink job so business was very slow and boring. Some had appointments but sadly had to cancel due to other circumstances. Many people glanced at the designs from outside yet continued on their way. Akane thought of closing the shop early. It didn’t seem like anyone was gonna stop in anytime soon. Just when she turned to head into the back of the store to get the keys, the bell above the door rang signaling the arrival of a customer.

"Hello, welcome to Wonder Ink Tattoos. My name is Akane. How may I help you today?"

#amani-akane #rp #tattoo parlour au

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#ooooh #pretty #fre's wardrobe

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He shook his head. “I just want to forget it,” he says, blinking tiredly. He adjusts his weight so it’d be easier on Haz’le. She felt nice to rest on and her body heat made him calm. 

“Could you sing to me, Haz’le?” he asked, almost a plead. “I really need something to forget about it.”

"Wake up!" (Still Darkling Daughter AU and she's probably getting help holding him down with Blake.)

YOUR CHARACTER WALKS IN ON MINE HAVING A VIOLENT FLASHBACK AND IS FORCED TO PIN THEM DOWN FOR BOTH OF THEIR SAFETY. SEND ME, ‘WAKE UP’ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION/COMING TO WITH YOURS STILL ON TOP OF THEM.

There was fire and he ran, his feet were numb and he couldn’t see. He could hear the yells of disgust and anger behind him. Draugr. That’s what they yelled as they chased him through the land. 

"Get away from me!” Frein yelled, twisting and turning. He fears the ropes and the fire. He does not fear death but the pain. He feels it all. He shakes and he cries. Then, he screamed in a tongue both familiar yet foreign to him. His nails dug into the ground and he kicks at the weight on him. 

#glitter-tornado #rp #darkling daughter AU

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Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

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Reblog if you are a rp blog and feel comfortable with OCs

{ I’m trying to find people that would like to rp with OCs because my dashboard is dead in a way and rp partners are always nice, so if you do could be really helpful.Thanks }

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Rose Shaped Baked Apple Dessert…RECIPE

#nom noms

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Fairy tale inspired sentence memes

"You’re the one I have been searching for!"

"I will return when the time is right."

"I’ve come to collect."

"You promised me your first child!"

"They are not who they say they are."

"You must perform three impossible tasks."

"This curse cannot be broken."

"You’re my true love."

"Only an act of true love can break this curse."

"I will not rest until I see the end of this family line. Forever."

"Take this. It will help you."

"It talks! The animal talked to me!"

"Tell me your name."

"This [object] is enchanted."

"I don’t have a heart."

"They control my actions. I’m empty."

"I grew up in the woods."

"I invite you to my ball, held at the palace tonight."

"I met the most beautiful/handsome girl/man."

"Don’t look into that mirror."

"Keep your voice down, they’re listening."

"What’s someone like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

"I’m an orphan."

"She doesn’t smile, laugh, nor speak."

"She’s a witch. Burn her."

#ask meme

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“So we can leave?” he was in disbelief. He looked up to the endless ceiling and now that he thought about it, prison. He gripped against the fabric of his pants. The idea of it seemed so far before but now he’s...

Frein looked to Haz’le and nodded. “I’m fine with that,” he says, looking slightly anxious at Blake. He was sure that the Nightmare still did enjoy his company.

“So when do we leave?”

[{*peeks into your askbox* Hello, friend, I live owo}] "Hey, Haz'le" Fre waved.

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Haz`le looked up from the book she was reading and Persephone the Nightmare, who had been snoozing behind her, looked up as well.

They had managed to set Frein’s arm and even managed to get him back to her room without her father noticing, or at least she hoped so. She had been trying to get rid of the nightmare stuff that infected him.

Persephone snorted slightly, still feeling rather miffed at him and not feeling comfortable with him being here.

"Hello Frein." Haz`le said. "How are you feeling today?"

#glitter-tornado #rp #darkling daughter AU

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It’s something you see, and you pass over, but when you look back you realize what it meant, or how important it was.

Marina Montenegro, “With Sprinkles Throughout”  (via get-your-ass-in-the-impala)

#musings

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[{I WROTE THAT ENTIRE DRABBLE ON MOBILE AHHAHAHAH FEAR ME}]

#ooc

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✂ || wILD CARD U GET TO PICK WHOEVER aaheuahehaah lies down

When Frein first woke up, he felt...odd. His body was tingling with new sensations, like little bits of shock going through his veins that made him restless. He stood up, knees a little shaky but he was stable. He felt a little light headed and rubbed the sides of his head. He was supposed to do something. It was important..."Folle!" he gasped with realization. He quickly made a mad dash back to his village. It was evening. He pondered how long he had been unconscious.As he reached the familiar pathways, he noticed something was strange. Everything looked run downed and there weren't as many people as he remembered. He immediately pushed those thoughts back. He had to get to his home first. He ran to the family farm and knocked on the door a few good times. "Vivianne! Folle! Open the door!" he called out. When they didn't answer, his panic escalated. He peered through the window and squinted. "Vivianne!" he yelled, tapping on the glass.There was a loud gasp. Frein turned around to the source as he was approached by man."Frein?" he says shakily. He looked at Frein wide eyed and in pure disbelief, like he was looking at a ghost. Frein leered back when the man tried to reach out to touch him. "Impossible," the man said in a whisper. "H-how...you look like you haven't aged a day."Frein rose a brow at the gentleman. There was something familiar about this man. Something about the colour of his dark skin and the sadness in his eyes. "Don't you recognize me?" the man asked. He comes closer and Frein begins to back up. "Please tell me this is you and not another ghost of my mind," his voice grew weak. Frein bites back his lip as he grows more uncomfortable. Where has he seen those features? The sharp jaw and the thick black hair. "Adam?" he guessed. It couldn't be. Adam was only five years older than Frein. This middle aged man couldn't be him.The man before him chokes. He grabs Frein and pulls him and into the furs of his jacket. "Frein," the man sobbed, gripping tighter onto the younger. "We looked for you...for so long...and you're here.""No, no," Frein muttered, pushing the other off of him. "You can't be Adam. He's a young man. He's still an apprentice under his father," he pointed out, glaring at the man. He can't believe this was Adam. He couldn't. "You're...so old...you can't..."Adam looked at Frein pitifully. He wiped his face with his jacket sleeve and nodded slowly. "You were missing for over 30 years, Frein."

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Collectible │ Junya Watanabe 2003 Spring / Summer

#fou's wardrobe