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ncumenia-archived · 3 years
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Mesmerized by Crow's moves and mannerism, the woman utterly forgot what she asked him afterward, getting a closer look of his clothes. The fabric looked pretty much expensive and exquisite to her eyes.
«Have I already told you my mother was a master weaver? She made me so many dresses. And, I still have some of them! It's such a shame I don't have stuff that could suit you...»
Since the size difference between the two was noticeable, the Lunari tilted her head a little.
«Who made your clothes...? They look so well done, Crow!»
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fragmented-desire · 3 years
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“Fine.”
There was a brief pause. Vyre actually didn’t know how to calculate currency outside of the Bits and Bytes she uses on some rare occasions. 
“Uh...” Some electricity sparked and crackled as the corruption from her code infected the machine with ease. Very quickly after, it began to spit out a copious amount of cash like a gacha machine hitting its jackpot.
“Well, there you go. Do whatever. I wont judge.”
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monstriiss · 3 years
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Are we friends yet
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" No. "
A pause, and a slow smile spread across her lips.
" But you can be well acquainted with a nice sharp branch. "
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justicewinged · 3 years
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"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."
tend her wounds (or don't, depending) - [ x ]
"I realize that," she seethes through tensed teeth, trying, trying to hold a little more still.
He's an acquaintance at best, truly -- she doesn't know him well at all. But he has strong alcohol, rags, and enough willpower to put up with her rather vocal complaints. For this reason, Quinn thinks she should be on a name-to-name basis with the man, especially now that he's treating a graze from a distracted scout showing, for once, imperfect balance. She may be a legend, but she remains human, and she certainly bleeds like one. But she doesn't even know his name.
Clenching a fist with her pain, the ranger-knight casts her glance back towards the hunter a little behind her. "You know," she quips, "for some reason, it's always the minor flesh wounds that hurt the worst. Deep wounds send you into shock, yeah? I at least hardly feel 'em."
She sucks in a sudden breath and stiffens as he continues his grisly work. It's difficult to be conversational when your flesh has been roughly torn as hers has.
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owlhxnter · 3 years
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Bodyguard pats Ahri on the head.
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She looks up questioningly. "Hm? Is my hair out of place? I was in a bit of a hurry today..."
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feytherstorm · 3 years
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Smooches
Xayah chuckles, ears lowering slightly.
“You always greet me so kindly when I step out of the wilds...”
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kalijhomentethi · 3 years
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"You know, Miss Akali, I was just thinking the other day, it's awfully strange just how the world is in general, I mean have you ever truly stopped and sat and thought about society overall, the bizarre dynamics between the rich and poor and lucky and unlucky and brave and cowardly, just the constant chaos and back-and-forth of it all, it really makes you think about the world we live in and our place in it, perhaps if I was not your bodyguard I would be something completely unpredictable like your father or your mortal enemy or a pizza delivery man whom you met once and then never again, speaking of which I am in the mood for pizza tonight if you would like to join me, there is a nice Italian place not too far from here, I actually have not been to Italy in some time but perhaps one of your tours will bring us there, Italy is such a nice place but certainly has many troublesome aspects, maybe you've been there as well and I'd be curious to hear what you thought of it, I am sure Miss Ahri and Miss Eve have been there before, I imagine they have been to most every modern city in the world, especially with how fashion is in Italy, yes I am drunk why do you ask?"
Shit, the drink that Ahri and Eve got for them must’ve been stronger than usual. Akali didn’t understand most of what Crow just said, and it’s not because of her zoning out this time. He said something about pizza. Or was it the societal dynamics among citizens and how people need a touch of luck in their life to be successful? How else would she have met the family she has now?
Either way, the rapper heard the mention of her bandmates and she’s automatically inclined to say how pretty they are, and how much she loves and appreciates those two. That is, until she finally registers Crow’s words. “I— what? If you’re drunk, then what am I?” Drunker? Sleeper. No, a demon. If Crow is to drunk, then Akali is to demon. Yes, that seems like the right analogy. The reminder of what she is sobers her up somewhat.
“You said Italy? Italy’s nearby? The hell, I thought we weren’t going on tour there ‘til next year!” Not sober enough though. “Wait. Is it my anniversary already?” Panic flits across her features, setting her glass down on the table a bit too forcefully. Oh no. How is she going to tell her wife that she forgot their anniversary? But then again, she just remembered it now. That doesn’t count as something forgotten.
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apogexnarchive · 3 years
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❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞
RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE || ACCEPTING !!
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Up her eyes went, seeking out the comforting familiarity of his gaze. The small smile she managed to produce had a sort of sadness around the edges she could not veil---not from him---but was genuine all the same. At least they were together. How tragically bittersweet. Opting for closeness, Vasilija turned to rest the side of her face in that divot right below his clavicle, her arms wrapping around his torso.
"There are worse people to be stuck with," she whispered, humor lacing her words. Then there was an uncertain pause. A hesitation. "I--- love you."
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luckyberet · 3 years
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✧* ░   Among lingering scent of IRON, the silence feels unwelcoming. Even still, her shadow dances in the rhythm of the flickering candles - staring ahead of a play of yet another shadow, cast by an avian like figure. The things she was supposed to bring, now fell on the stone floor with an echo, bouncing towards the top heights of the pillars. “ Y-ou’re not the good hunter... ” || @vilefeather​ liked!
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ncumenia-archived · 3 years
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|| continuing from 🌒 || || @vilefeather ||
«... Have you eaten today?»
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fragmented-desire · 3 years
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Plugs her into an atm, because he needs some cash to get new cybernetic upgrades.
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"Hey, that's abusing my abilities.
If you wanted me to hack into some poor guy's bank account, you could have just asked. I'd just be asking something in return, though. How much do you want?"
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ladybuvelle · 3 years
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What is the Muse's favorite breakfast? Muse-li.
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lichrisen · 3 years
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❛ Height: 6'1 ❜  ~ @vilefeather​
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COMPARING HEIGHTS / 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ;
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justicewinged · 3 years
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Perches like a bird next to her.
Shifts to also perch just a little bit more like a bird.
Imitation is the highest form of flattery, for some. She likes birds a lot, what can we say?
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"Big tiddy goth wife"
!!GIVE MY MUSE A WARNING LABEL!!
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"I want a divorce.”
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