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"Yay! We did it, Chomper!" The trainer of dragons ran up to her lifelong partner and gave him a big, emotional hug, the Hydreigon's three heads vying for her affection. She made sure to give them all pets and forehead kisses like they deserved. For Chomper, that was an even greater reward than the crowd's approval. Being the people's champ for a day was nice, but he much preferred being Andrea's champ for life.
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「我等の天下だ 神など要らない。」
even when the purpose of being a member of the family that he is is the center of his universe, where his sun is his brother and sisters and his own orbit is nearly irrelevant, jinhai is still a creature of his own whims. for the most part - when it's the smaller things that allow him to be comfortable in the world that they are in. he is a creature that is dappled in the moon that so sweetly grants them light and so viciously controls the tides, and in some ways, he has always been one with the stars that makes little sense to others. one with them insofar that he much prefers the soft shadows that come with the night than the all-revealing light that comes with the sun.
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Why do we sleep where we want to hide?
When your rereading posts and like ??? I wrote that??



The tensions that settled between them sparked a thrill that quivered in unspoken offers that would have devoured their evening, suffocating in ecstasy that sought to destroy them.

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Why do we sleep where we want to hide?

She sees him. See the monstrosity that she helped cultivate, the unmatched abomination that knows the bounds of morality and plays at the edges – siphoning energy from the darker sides while he is masquerading through life adorning the façade of normalcy.



It is her favorite version of him.

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not my last post but:

Evening twilight gutters through a nearby porthole. The sunset's not enough to yank his attention from — her, looking more a person than the beast his mind has styled her into.


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SIGMAR BLESS THIS RAVAGED BODY!
had to include the ooc preface for this snippet (lmao)

sorry for her lack of response to most things, sad girl brain can not go brrr~ also how many times did i google how to fry an egg while writing this post, the answer will astound you (and i applied absolutely none of my newfound knowledge just so u kno)~

She cracked the eggs into the pan and made a conscious attempt to be unreserved and receptive when his arms looped around her middle and pulled her against him, chin set lightly upon her head. Tried to bounce back from the vacancy that pooled in her mind as she let a smile curl at her mouth; implored herself to shake the wistfulness and tip backward into him with a happy hum that she just couldn't quite manage. She chuckled at his comment upon the chicken feet, proud of the way it sounded from her lips but too aware of the vague disconnect from it she felt deep in her chest. She had wanted him to see them and be momentarily caught off-guard — had imagined it with such fond amusement earlier — but now it felt like par for the course, not nearly as funny and affecting as she now begged it to feel.

an original powers rp
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He’d dig down deep inside himself and scrape out any little bit of happiness he had left - fashion it into that smile and the brightness that shone in his eyes. The hollowness that resounded in his chest with every beat of his heart - it couldn’t be what anyone saw. Hiding his own suffering so that others could see the brighter parts of life. So they wouldn’t see the darkness, wouldn’t waste their time with worry. The more you suffer, that’s how you show you care. That’s how it worked, wasn’t it?
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i know you see yourself as a fighter. well, i see myself as one, too.


when faced with The Innocent™

"you've got a good heart, just ambrose." the pencil twirled between her fingers as she made the assessment, the graphite going back to paper once it was out. sometimes, greer wished she could be that innocent and kind. how different life must look to him, compared to the way that she sometimes saw it. unfortunately, she knew that things couldn't always be bright skies and rainbows, and she'd grown rather jaded, so there wasn't a lot to say about the condition or state of her ticker.

his, though... it was made of gold, she was sure. if she stared hard enough, she might be able to make out its glow through his shirt.


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Seox sighed heavily, wordlessly ready to absentmindedly mumble ’ what’s taking them so long ’ and yet that makes him perk up. Annoying. Why was he so perturbed? He’s grateful for the mask that covered his face; shielding the world from seeing his discomfort & rage. The gloves on his hand held not the same weight as the gauntlet with his claws. He felt like a different person from the person he was not too long prior. It’s hard to live with. He’s never been … good at it. Change.


sometimes i write things i like and sometimes i'm here, with his muse as quiet as ever again. 
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Cuddlycloud's eyes shot open, her warmth fleeing her just as quickly as the water had splashed all over her. Just barely, she had caught the glimpse of a fish landing back in the water beside her. The culprit! She slashed her paw out as quickly as she could to swat at it, but her 'quickly' was the equivalent of anyone else's 'mediocre', and all she succeeded in doing was slapping the water next to her, throwing more water around her. The cold was beginning to set in, and finally Cuddlycloud looked around. She had been asleep on a small rock in a river, the sun still directly above her. Suddenly, realization set in. "Who put me here?" she whispered. Hadn't she been in the middle of hunting? How did she get here?
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existential execution is just a fluke in evolution.

Eventually everything calms down, if only slightly. Val brings a hand to slap blindly against the counter. Eventually his hand comes in contact with the faucet knobs, and he turns the one for cold water on. Water comes out of the faucet's head, and Val, with his head still hanging in the sink, shoves his head under the cold torrent suddenly.

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a verb in perfect view.
This is...barely a fight. It's more like punching a circus clown. A circus clown that's asking for it, but nevertheless. White paint still gets everywhere, children start screaming. At least in her experience.
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On my Devil May Cry shtick again

If anything, it keeps me from becoming some… Egotistical bastard with some superiority complex.” Lance remarked with a closing statement though in his mind and tone he was definitely talking about his sister. Again, hoped she was sneaking her stupid cotton candy pink hair dye off.