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(though off anon is fine too!)
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
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A quick and easy plotting guide
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s):
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
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Me: I’m gonna sketch a buff, gruff dude as my next oc! With a beard! And horns!
Also me: but kitty ears....
The result:
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viclaceous:
You either TRUST or you DISTRUST coincidence. It ’s either small doses of MAGIC pulling you to your appointed destiny // or the DEVIL trying to lead you down to the thorns. // private && highly selective DORON of MAGI // give this a LIKE or REBLOG if you’d like to interact. // loved by KALTAG
promo temp credit x
#I DID IT#I HAVE DONE THE THING#self promo#I REMADE MY DORON#PLS LOVE ME#it's not quite done yet but#I'm workin on it
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i’m doin’ it
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School got cancelled for tomorrow...
Obviously I should make a new blog in celebration.
Like Doron
Or a fandomless OC.
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collectiveillusion:
@cursefed liked for a starter
⚶ ——𝕁𝕒'𝕗𝕒𝕣 ——⚶
Time, a blessing and a curse for all creatures its hold is on. For the advisor, it seems this curse is nigh never ending. Wars had come and gone peace easing the wounds of separation and fear of the unknown which left many in a content form of livelihood. Though as steel greys fall upon the once troublesome magician the assassin clutches his hidden blades. ❝To see you here at the ports– Don’t ghosts usually haunt places they favored in life?❞
Truth be TOLD, Ithnan was surprised that the advisor even RECOGNIZED him. Younger-and-different, this body was NOT one he’d had in eons. But here Ja’far was, ABSOLUTELY speaking towards him as Ithnan stood looking at the ocean. “Who’s to say I’m not a VENGEFUL ghost haunting a place so near my DEATH?” the magician quipped in reply. “In some cultures they leave OFFERINGS for vengeful ghosts, you know.”
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heartshredded:
@cursefed ll starter call
what did he know about the other? well.. close to nothing. he knows him solely from aladdin’s projections, as well as word of mouth from the crimes he had done for the sake of the organisation. yunan was curious as to how he was currently here as well, in a body that should have perished eons ago.
‘ ah.. hello. ‘ he didn’t actually know what to say, so there’s a lack of yunan’s usual friendly demeanor.
He didn’t even TRY to feign pleasure-or-politeness at the sight of the magi. Instead ithnan leaned heavily on his staff, nose scrunched in a sneer as he looked the other over. “HELLO?” he repeated, somewhat surprised. “THAT’S how you great a member of the organization? With a HELLO?” he sighed, rolling his eyes up to the sky. “I’m already finding this endeavor useless-might as well not even ASK you what you know, I suppose.”
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yanbawang:
‘ I TAKE AS MUCH OFFENSE AS YOU CARE FOR IT. I only want what knowledge we might take from testing your endurance , one day or another. ——— Strange you come to me , in daylight. Lost love for the Dowager Empress? ’
And here it was. the INEVITABLE dance of words and formalities and barely-veiled-dislike that he got for approaching the man. A SIGH left ithnan slightly deflated, and bored eyes found Kouen’s. “I am not a MOUSE to be run through a MAZE. Do not take me as something so MEEK, your highness.” He frowned, then, leaning more HEAVILY on his staff. “Do you hope that is the case? That I have turned from HER and seen some light or worth in YOU?”
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//it’s HELLA dumb and doesn’t mean much, I know, but my service dog in training just did his first art history class with me (1.5 hours, 40+ ppl) and i was worried (bc i worry about everything) but guys he did SO GOOD. He is BEST BOY and i love him so much.
Even if he did STEAL my ham and cheese croissant last night.
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So I’ve never seen voltron or anything but I just discovered this weird discourse over ships that apparently happened and I’m shook (I shouldn’t be. It’s tumblr) bc like why are we all so concerned over a fictional character enough to get REAL NASTY like yiké
#ive never gotten it#mobile#(( ooc. ))#im not a gets involved person#i guess ill never get why some ppl are more concerned over the lives of fictional chars#rather than spare even half that energy for real ppl
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FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
He aims to make it HURT. Momentary surprise is his only ally in this endeavor-and the only reason he has SUCCEEDED in his near-juvenile prank. Surging forward, Ithnan PRESSES his lips against those of the womanizer of the seven seas hard enough to make sure Sinbad won’t forget.
Ithnan knows he has but-a-moment before inevitable retaliation and probable injury, but in this moment, it does not matter.
He will do this because he knows this is something sinbad will REMEMBER, if ithnan does this job RIGHT.
He focuses, then, by throwing his arms around Sinbad’s shoulders and pulling hims DOWN to deepen their kiss. teeth PRESS against Sinbad’s lips to nip-and-bite at tender flesh. He wants to make it HURT and will not stop until the taste of the conqueror’s BLOOD stains his own throat and sours his TONGUE.
It is a wonder he is not dead yet, Ithnan thinks, as long-thin-fingers tangle in amethystine hair to GRIP && TUG.
He will make him remember, by magic or by this. If ITHNAN himself has to remember what this king has done to him EVERY DAY, then Sinbad will share a little bit of that COUNTENANCE one way or another.
Already one hand has fallen, curse magic slithering around his hand-and-wrist like snakes and so many other things that dwell in the dark. Already Ithnan is considering where he shall rest his hand, to make the conqueror REMEMBER for as long as he shall LIVE.
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hi sorry, saw a meme, here hakuei is in your askbox, hope you don't mind
FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
Fingers SKIM and refuse to take hold as she leans nearer to him, and Ithnan THINKS for a moment she might kiss him. But then she is only telling him something in a low tone and his fingers on her arms are barely-there and just-brushing skin.
But of course she will not kiss him, and he CHIDES himself for even the fleeting thought and consideration of impossibility.
She knows not what she is, nor what she is to HIM. For all that Arba may see her as her own, this is the girl who Ithnan has always believed the fire couldn’t TOUCH. He wonders, even, if any of Arba’s methods will dim the flame who stands before him, who tames the winds with her DJINN and seems to barely touch the ground when she walks.
She is speaking again, and ithnan can only NOD and tell her that he agrees while wondering WHY she even approached him in the first place. Then the name Hakuryuu meets his ears and he gives a little sigh. But of course. The little prince is ALWAYS involved in some way or another and this is no exception.
That, however, he does not wish to speak of.
It is HE who does the unthinkable, because he knows it will throw her off balance. It his HE who reaches up to press finger tips against her cheeks as he leans in to press their lips together in an effort to get her to STOP asking the question he cannot-will-not-answer.
“It is late,” the magician murmurs, skin-to-skin and sharing the same air. “Your questions may PERSEVERE, I believe, until the sun rises.” He pushes away from her, knowing he has INDULGED in what may get him PUNISHED. Though she is not Arba’s yet and he has always been one to pull against the LEASH.
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hey i just met u and this is crazy but pls kiss yunan like theyve never met but hey
FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
He wonders, as he gazes into the eyes of the MAGI, how fast Yunan would go if he was to LET GO of half-braided blonde tresses and untangle his fingers from silky-golden-strands. Wonders how quickly he’d be THROWN into oblivion by the inexhaustible source of magoi in front of him.
In reaction to his thoughts, his fingers TIGHTEN until he’s sure it must be painful for Yunan to deal with.
This-and-more he cares very little about. This-and-more he will file away into the part of his mind that is so far past regret, even though he’s in a body that knows little more than REGRET && REBELLION.
Though he will not tell, he cannot even look in the mirror anymore, lest he see a boy with HOPE in his eyes and LOYALTY in his heart staring back at him with malice and expectations.
This, he cannot handle.
Eyes find the magi’s and they BURN at the misbegotten target that he’s chosen within the last five minutes. Yunan did not do this to him-did not revive and put him into a body that BURNS-AND-SEETHES in a place that is not right for it.
But Yunan is here and Ithnan has found he is not PICKY when looking for those to BLAME.
So he blames and he hates and he pushes himself further into DEPRAVATION.
“Tell me,” he says in a lower voice than he thinks he is capable of in that moment. He tugs-and-pulls until their faces are nearly pressed together, as if he can SENSE a lie by being this close. ( even though it’d be hard to spot, over the chorus of his own UNTRUTHS ) “Why am I here, magi? Why did i not rejoin the RUKH when i died? Is this a new PUNISHMENT dreamed up by solomon?” his lips TWIST-AND-CURL into a sneer and he refuses to let go of Yunan.
“Will you kill me, MAGI?” he asks, dropping to the ground and DRAGGING the magi with him. “If I MAKE you? Will you kill me with your magic and send me to the RUKH for good?” Their faces this close, it’s easy-only-natural for Ithnan to drag Yunan in for a rough, rending kiss.
Teeth DIG and lips SNEER into it-he’s sure he can upset Yunan if he TRIES hard enough and this seems the easiest way. He’ll get what he WANTS-when what he WANTS is death-and quietly pleads for Yunan to see that and nothing MORE.
Indecision about his own fate has no PLACE here, when he’s convinced himself that DEATH is the punishment && the REWARD
#hello yes hi#tw: violence#i mean#it's cute if you squint#two cute boys in a pretty field kissin'#heartshredded#answered
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I’m like tossin’ ITHNAN in all these inboxes but pls if you don’t wanna do the meme for him I completely understand and my feelings won’t be hurt at all.
#ooc#also gimme more shit to write#more aggressive kissing???#i'd love to write some hella dark ones#BUT I NEVER KNOW IF ITS OK
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Kiss for Kassim? :) Obv not the romantic kind
FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
He is FOND of Kassim in the same way that he was FOND of dunya before he drove his staff through her chest to make a point and chase a PURPOSE. Nothing more and nothing less does he feel for the dark-haired boy that has always fallen into his arms so easily for all he likes to spit-and-snarl.
For all that Kassim thinks he makes his own decisions, that has never been the CASE since Ithnan turned an eye to him.
Even NOW with Kassim in his arms and bleeding all over Ithnan’s ROBES, the mage only gives the younger a warm smile reserved for those he manipulates BEST. “Now now.” He is a master of life magic, even if he does only usually use it to CURSE. Magic is a two-sided coin this way. He may curse, yes, but he may also heal should he deem the situation WORTHY.
Kassim, in fact, is NOT worthy of his magic, but thus he grants it anyway.
It is a hard job to CARE but Ithnan feels that he plays the part as well as could be expected and more. His staff at his side, fingers trip and skim over rent skin and bleeding joints. They stitch together at his touch, slowly and with purpose. It HURTS, he knows, and Ithnan would not have it any other way.
“Do NOT make me do this again, Kassim,” the magician murmurs against the younger boy’s ear. Without waiting for an answer he turns the other, gripping his jaw and pressing his own lips to blood-stained-and-torn ones. As he does his hand GRIPS the arm he knows his broken, fingers DIGGING into bone shards and GRINDING them together cruelly. “Next time I will let you DIE instead.”
#tw: violence#tw: blood#I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS#IT'S ITHNAN'S WAY OF BEING FRIENDLY I THINK#yeonban#answered
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FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
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