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haha hello hey this blog is inactive, i dropped from citta because i just ain't feelin para rp or taran's muse any longer. u_u 

unfollow if you like cos who wants inactive blogs on their follow lists

it's been good thank you and i'm sorry to everyone whose threads i never finished xoxoxo

#ooc #this is overdue ok i'm leaving

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oh man about as soon as i get off semi-hiatus there's another reason that i'm busy so HERE WE GO AGAIN..... i wont have internet next week and i might be busy after that wrestling with moving back up for uni....so we'll see... also muse has been kinda difficult u___u

thank you for your patience tho!! 

#ooc #i'm sorry haha omg

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The Most Anime Thing I Have Ever Drawn: A Novel

#taran #images

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taran!! by tumblr user sord…….

#taran #images

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Give me a scenario you think will break my character and I'll write a drabble about it.

#ask meme

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#taran #images #ah its sunday i should get back into things hello

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"then stop wasting your breath." the priest clamped down on his wrist, using it as leverage to pull himself upwards - pushing taran down in the process. his grip was tight and strong and the jirachi supposed that he was probably lucky to be steel-typed. 

the man's hand twisted with taran's arm inside it, putting strain on the bones. he ignored the dull ache, rationalising that very soon, he might leave the broken body of this man behind. 

"don't be stupid."

taran could feel the vice-like grip continue to twist, and he choked back a small noise as he was sure that he felt something twist past it's limit. the jirachi pulled his arm from Pucci's hand, bracing, no doubt, for it to be twisted further, and--probably break. 

he was not going to waste his energies on the substitute that stood eerily quiet next to them, if did not, in turn, do damage to it's summoner, so he swung a punch with his other hand, for the man's abdomen.

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To avoid his nose from being crushed Pucci turned his cheek to meet the ground as he fell. Perhaps it would swell and surely there would be at least scratches but at least there would be no blood that would spill on his robe from his nose. 

Pucci shoot a glare at the other grasping immediately grasping his wrist heaving himself up rather forcefully. 

"They’re questions for myself, I apologize if it seems that I’m addressing you." 

He wouldn’t get any interesting replies for them after all so Pucci didn’t care. So, instead he gave a strong twist on the younger one’s wrist hoping it would at least fracture his bones just a little.

"I’m tired so I’ll have Whitesnake finish you."

The stand appeared again stepping closer toward the man before the two.

"Anything you want to say before you can’t speak anymore? Do you wish certain type of death? I’m merciful so I’ll listen that much."

#biggesthypocrite #dicking around #tw: violence #i'M so sorry this is so late #and so lacking blbljblbjb taran is stupid and does not give up

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✪ nina

he does not try to be chivalrous and romantic, because both of them find it something so very odd and human and because these notions are just beyond him, but he is not going to be uncouth, either. she is just taller than him, and so he tiptoes, but not without tugging her down to meet him halfway, to plant a kiss on her lips. (he can just about feel the scar that marks her lips)

he considers it a thank you, if not small, for the times she has pulled him out of tight spots.

#meme sunday #blazekicks #what........is......kisses........ #Anonymous #asks

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Send me a "✪" and I'll kiss whoever you ask.

#ask meme

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Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Situation: Give the character another character or characters, a place and a reason in order to create some interesting thread ideas (if both parties are willing to do it that is)! For example: You could send an ask to Ventus saying: “Roxas, Sector oo6, clothes shopping”.

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

Citta Meme Sunday

#ask meme #hhhhhhhey

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///posts everything all at once hahaha hi how are u

anyway!! i'll be at my boyfriends for the next couple of weeks from tomorrow and tho i'll be getting on occasionally, i reckon my replies will probably be slower (than they are usually hohohoh) so i will probs go on a semi-hiatus! ~just lettin u all kno~

thank you to everyone rping w/ me so far! ;w; i am really having fun here aaah  

#ooc #ca shit

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he had not thought that her name would trigger any sort of reaction from her--it threw the jirachi off guard, as well as every survival instinct right out the window. his biggest mistake yet, for as soon as her eyes sparked with consciousness, she had just as quickly positioned her hands on his head, lifted him from the floor with far too much ease and twisted it at an unnatural angle. it strained against him, and he was sure that he would have broken already were he not more durable than mortals, or steel-typed.

taran was not sure whether he was glad for this, because it still hurt, it throbbed in his bones and in his skull, and every inch of his body. her arms shook, and if he was paying attention, he could swear that she was hesitating. he kicked, aiming feet for her chest, but it would do nothing--for his legs (and body) went limp as she

pushed

and broke him. 

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nina.

that was her name. she didn’t realize it at first, but she froze up, her muscles locked, the flames were quickly smothered to a halt, absorbed back into her claws, back into the shadows. for a moment the silver in her eyes flashed, a spark of ironic humanity, a sign she was still there. she knew that name. that was her name, designated to her not by a trainer, not by saga or her mother or anyone else; it was a name she chose herself, her entire identity.

she knew that name. for a moment, she stopped, though she still sat upon his torso, though her hands still dug into the soft skin at the nape of his neck, she looked down upon him, and a look of recognition flooded those facial features she could still express herself with. her eyes had gone black again, though her brows furrowed, her jaw dropped slightly agape. she knew his smell, knew his voice. this was taran.

the familiarity was all she got from the call, however. it would take more than just a call of her name to break her from her stupor when her orders were to kill, to subdue strong opponents. unlocked memories of her past only further confirmed her next choice of action. her eyes flashed, wildly, and she rolled her weight back towards his thighs, returned her chokehold to his neck, but lifted the top half of his torso via that grip, only to remove one hand from his neck to dig her claws into his temples, then the other hand was removed, placed in a bracing position at the back of his neck now, at the base, close to his shoulders.

she did not realize what was happening. did not realize that some locked away part of herself screamed for the violence to cease. though her expression was cold and detached, though she had no emotions to connect to the situation, oily black tears welled up in the bottom of her eyes, dribbled down her face.

the small amount of individual control that sliver of herself could grasp over her own body as she struggled against herself would make the kill quick and painless. her hands began to shake, her body began to twitch and convulse as the tears fell, as she braced a palm against his neck and in the fraction of a second threw her weight against him again and palmed at his head at an angle that stressed against his still-raised torso. she let out a long whine and the shadows leaking from her body turned from a dull purple to a bright, angry red.

she entered hyper mode as she struggled against herself, stopped a sliver shy of enough force to snap his neck before she let out a strained howling whine and pushed the rest of the way, pushed and twisted hard enough in a way that would quickly drain the life from his eyes, that would allow her to go on her rampage alone and unimpeded.

the tears dropped again. as the hyper mode took over, the feelings of anger and confusion were tinged with remorse.

#blazekicks #demonized #tw: death #tw: violence #is that how its done i'm sorry lmaO.... #gonna let him die cos i'll be on semi-hiatus as of 2morro anyway #(thank u)

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taran had to let a smirk out at her initial defensive reaction. he was used to it back in dreamscape, but here-- no one knows him! it was a novelty he enjoyed, he admitted. he stepped back, slumping his shoulders, relaxing too.

"out of money already?" he teased, though he knew his own would run out quite soon at this rate. if only he could literally wish for items, but the scientists had thought it funny to take this from him. 

"no matter. i'm feeling generous," he held up his packet of sweets--strawberry bonbons--offering them towards her. "who are you? i'm curious." 

ye olde obligatory sweet shop // closed @excitablecatnip

Life in Hive City had been surprisingly non-eventful lately (not counting the Sundays), especially after the prom. Frankly, Nepeta was pretty grateful for that, though the heavy weight of not having her moirail was pressing harder on her shoulders with each passing day.

As a way to distract herself, she’d picked up the habit of visiting little shops, especially those that specialized in sweets. She’d probably get called out on developing such a sweet tooth, but the troll honestly didn’t care anymore.

Such a shame that she was flat out broke.

A dejected sigh escaped her as she turned, ready to leave her favourite shop with the feeling of burning holes in her pockets. Better luck next time.

Nepeta slunk out the building, about to head home, when a voice reached out to her, and fingers tapped her shoulder.

Her initial reaction was to hiss and spit and assume an offensive stance, but the realization that this guy meant no harm had her relax somewhat.

"I don’t like to, but I can’t actually afford anything right now! I don’t have much of a choice."

#excitablecatnip #ye olde obligatory sweet shop #i'm sorry this is short haaaa

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ye olde obligatory sweet shop // closed @excitablecatnip

taran eyed the slowly depleting stash of money he had been provided with a couple of weeks ago, presumably to last him until he got a job. the prospect of staying here had really become obvious within the last week; though he was neither particularly sad nor elated about it. 

he had already spent a fair amount of it on food (sweets. lots of sweets.) and unnecessary items. saving money? psshh. it was safe to say he was no expert in saving it. it was also safe to say that he did not care too much.

a much more needed diversion towards the sweet shop was in order, however. fingering a few paper bills in his pockets, he turned into ye obligatory olde sweet shop. it was small, and would be crowded if there more than just him and--someone else in here. 

she had caught his eye because--well, she did not look like everyone else. everyone else looked odd, yes, but the girl had grey skin, along with candy-coloured horns (he was amused at this coincidence) and at a passing glance, he thought her face was oddly reminiscent of a cat's. some sort of pokemon?

the jirachi watched her from the corner of his eye as he selected something rather absentmindedly and paid for it, only to see her make for the door empty-handed. 

this would not do, no. intrigued, he gave chase, following her out the shop to tap her shoulder.  

"hey! you can't leave a sweet shop empty-handed, you know!" 

#excitablecatnip #ye olde obligatory sweet shop #i'M BAD AT TITLES i'm sorry u may pick a diff title if u want uwu #i hope this is ok burbles

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sketch by vloos

lyrics by the word alive

"what do we say when our backs are up against the wall?

the empire remains, and it will always."

#images #taran

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"it's probably fruitless anyway, if it was that easy, there wouldn't be so many people still here, would there?" the jirachi laughed a little, shoulders shaking. 

if taran did not know better, he might have thought that the man looked just a little confused as he lifted his head to observe the cameras. maybe westeros did not have cameras. he almost pitied jaime, for being dropped into an unfamiliar world--he knew that he wouldn't appreciate it if this city had been vastly different from any of the ones in dreamscape.

"i came from dreamscape. it's....similar to here, i suppose, but bigger. hive city is just like some of dreamscape's cities," piqued by jaime's interest in him, he supposed he could humour him in this regard. "though last i looked, they were in a much worse condition than this one." 

"it is--was riddled by war, but it ended as soon as i left." he frowned for a moment, putting a finger to his chin thoughtfully. he did not feel any sort of homesickness for the place, but he wondered what was happening in his absence. 

"but! that's about all there is to tell," taran shrugged it off, putting his hands together. "what about... westeros, was it?" he was curious about this land where a lannister was so renowned.

{ ♔ Out of the Lion's Den ; lionheartedknight

#lionheartedknight #out of the lions den #hehe its ok! uwu

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taran inhaled sharply. this man was insufferable. why did he care so much?  in the jirachi's experiences, most people would have rather not hung around, even if he had hurled things at him. granted, his experiences did not include a limit on his powers.

before he could exhale, however, the man's leg connected forcefully with his lower torso, kicking the wind out for him. taran curled over, wrapping arms around his stomach. 

"and what--may i ask--are you bothering with?" he forced himself upwards, though his stomach protested.

"why do you ask...so many questions, if you're not going to listen to the answer anyway?" he reached an arm up, grabbing for his collar to yank him down to taran's level, using his weight to throw him towards the ground. the smaller man had to stretch to meet the others' height, and his torso muscles ached as he did so, but he masked the wince with a growl, scrunching his face.

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Pucci gave a bored look towards the other. Pride… Such a useless thing to hold onto. Especially when the situation was no doubt clear to the other as well….

"Why do you bother?" Pucci finally asked aloud, “you’ve used the limit of your power, haven’t you? There’s nothing you can feel prideful about of this situation."

In a way Pucci was genuinely curious about that although not out of friendliness. It was just simply odd how moronic people…or whatever this thing was - could be. 

"Well, I’m sure you’ll give me some kind of stupid answer so I’m not sure if there’s any use listening…." 

Pucci took a step forward and then lift his foot a little. He bent the other leg backwards for a bit before rushing it towards the other’s stomach.

#biggesthypocrite #dicking around