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ciri come back i just woke up and i require attention

It's not as though she's a personal maid who can be beckoned at will, she has her own things to do -- such as looking for jobs, which actually make money. Or, is he going to compensate her for her generous help? A bribe might tempt her to pay more attention to him, she's not planning to cave. But then -- what if it is something important? With the way he's whining, it might actually be serious...?

She caves, finally, though approaches with a mix of concern and scepticism. '... um, are you hurt...?'

#9 months of this growing mold in my ask box #soma will never forgive this slight #how could i. how could she. hgfhdsh #i forgot in which context this was. u probably too. but who cares #if soma wants attention he gets what he wants... eventually. #9 months... its a full baby this ask huh.

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'oh you're insufferable?' (complimentary)

#no really tell her more. continue.

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oh you’re insufferable? *suffers you easily and gladly*

#im laughing this is ciri with so many people jghfdghsg #( big nose energy. )

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so as it turns out. im a big fat liar.

with that being said. i sleep ( its midnight i work tmrw) but i do want to write some starters. Does anyone want to have ciri showing up to their muse after ghosting them for months ( she will be injured because thats what i want and what i like)

#ooc. #also i forgot my login that explains some things but still not enough #i want to write again with my other characters:: but: i forgot the login i forgot the email KHAAA

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with that being said. i sleep ( its midnight i work tmrw) but i do want to write some starters. Does anyone want to have ciri showing up to their muse after ghosting them for months ( she will be injured because thats what i want and what i like)

#if so you must -like- #.ooc #i forgot what tags i use ill check later

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apparently we immediately have to establish that Ciri will NOT be bitter towards all of you masochistic, self-loathing, pathetic fools who eagerly prostrate themselves before her at the mere hint of a kind woman showing a tinge of -dismay-

thats not her type

thats not the kind of bitterness she exhibits

#i say this as if there were multiple but i can already predict SOME so im shutting them down before it happens #( 'not her type' but she keeps attracting it dont she )

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i come back to announce i have been thinking about ciri and i want to make her a *tad* angrier

#but just a tad. like a pinch. a lil smudge. tiny tiny lil bit #a little bit of spice thats all #or #not angry just. a lil bitter. coffee flavoured. #also need to see whos still around and all that. does rping even still exist and all that. whats going on in this world???

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#hi?????

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Ciri is lacking

1) a job 2) Pokemon 3) spaghetti.

WHO OR WHAT is denying her spaghetti?!

#( ooc. ) #( dash games. ) #theyre all true i cant deny this

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no my life will never stop sounding like some strange romcom harem cottagecore-fantasy written by a 12 yr old on elfw+od.com

#its who i am i cannot change this #it always sounds more dramatic and strange than it actually is but thats the fun of it innit #( ooc. )

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💝☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆💝 // i may be as slow as a turtle, but just know that i simply adore writing with you. ~

AAAAA RIGHT BACK AT U.... there are only a handful of blogs i follow with muses as dark as yours so you know the amor is real.... your writing style also matches so well with eny's character, you pay attention to even the tiny details ( the icons, the way you style your posts...). you've been around for a very long time and i'm just glad to still see u around & each time you return im so excited!!! dont worry about taking your time, my activity has been incredibly low lately as well... we all have our lives :3 i'll be here whenever we find the time to continue writing!!!

#<3333 holds ur hand gently... love what ur doing love u for still being around... DOING GREAT... #( ooc. )

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( shouting after him ) SHELL ACCEPT HIM FOR WHATEVER HE IS

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alright fine,, he’s allowed in if he shows her his most honest, bare, truest version of himself,,,

G-HOGH ok nvm bye (runs away)

#IF DOPPIE COMES OUT SHELL HAVE AN EXTRA FRIEND TOO THATS ALSO GREAT

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tenkoseiensei​:

STOP EXCLUDING ME FROM CIRI SOCIETY I WANNA BE IN I WANNA BE INCLUDED !!!!!!!!!

alright fine,, he’s allowed in if he shows her his most honest, bare, truest version of himself,,,

#nghfhdhhfhdhs

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we’re adding a clause, also has to not be able to lie about being a weak binch nor have big brains enough to manipulate others,

#nfhdhshhhfds YQ IS BANNED FROM RELATING TO HER!! HE CAN RELATE TO EVERYONE!!! hfdsgqg

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tenkoseiensei: me

lvl 99 ditto with transform as its only move definitely doesnt count

#even if u transform into a weak ass binch u are still too powerful #UR LUCKY SHE DOESNT KNOW THIS THO

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is there really not a SINGLE weak ass binch in this house who at least knows what it’s like to not be able to fend for yourself out of fear of getting DEMOLISHED

#ciri vc: how am i supposed to find ppl who can relate to me when all i see are level 99 pokemon when i havent earned a single badge #they say its lonely at the top BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BOTTOM HUH #nfdgsgq

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vigilans​:

that he hadn’t sensed her showed a lax in guard. swathed in simpering women who apparently enjoyed who knew what, he didn’t consider himself ugly but then the very term itself was ill on his tongue. defining people in such labels was yet another thing he disliked. he was simply yuri lowell. 

yet for some reason that was attracting more weirdos; more oddities; looking for a man toeing well into the descriptions of what made someone attractive. terms of someone ‘apparently handsome’. or something about how ‘beautiful his hair was’. sure, he brushed it, but who the hell didn’t? in the lower quarter you couldn’t pay a pretty penny for much hair gel, and his hair was something he was fond of.flynn and others always insisted why he kept it nigh past his waist, but who the hell cared? 

yuri liked it. it didn’t help when he opened his mouth biting his tongue and metaphorical wolf’s teeth from snapping for them to beat it when apparently his voice was added to the pile alongside murmurings of his ‘strong body and manly voice’ and his gorgeous face, apparently? what the hell had he walked into? he just wanted to get some groceries to cook for the group, hell knew if they could cook half as well save judy’s unique spin.

the man was beginning to think he’d rather be in jail for another week with halfway decent food and nothing but constricting silence for company than their apparent perceptions of him, from voice, frame, hair and face. as if that defined anyone, and certainly not him. 

said voice was now really prepared to snap a very very polite through gritted teeth of  ‘beat it’ when he felt fingers once again make his broad shoulders tense. slate-purple flitting to the nearest occupant only to find….a girl and…a bug by his face?

“ my wh—? “those same striking eyes flit to her catch; features contorting in a rare moment of not discomfort and rare silence at the creature that apparently had made a home in well-maintained hair. he may be a slum-born, untamed ‘ruffian’ to the masses, but he gave a damn about it staying as it was. this was…ah hell, this was kinda creepy. 

how long had it been in there? 

“ yeah thanks for…y’know, not. “ being interested that is. he could use without the spotlight. “ uh…oh. a….in my hair. oh. okay. er, thanks? y’mind taking it off my…hands? or i guess in this case hair? “ 

she seemed kinda different; then again….he really didn’t want that thing back. he didn’t want it squashed either but. she seemed more interested (thankfully) in it than him. 

“ seriously, go ahead. i officially claim rights to it being your bug. “ 

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'... ah, maybe, i should have asked first. B-but, they can be so fast. It, must’ve fallen, from a tree, or something.' She observes this with a sort of dreamy wonder, as if it's normal to be more fascinated with the behaviour of bugs than that of humans, in spite of her being the latter herself. Even as she’s talking to the stranger, her focus remains on the little creature -- in fact, it’s not entirely clear whether she’s still addressing him or not.

'...insects are, very nutritious. This one is quite big, too.' she admires it more closely, its little legs squirming and wiggling between her fingers, as she slowly brings it closer to her nose, or her mouth --

'--oh, um, not for me, of course.'  then clasps her hand over the other, trapping the bug between both, and finally, smiles at the long-haired stranger ( she always considered that impractical; it must get stuck everywhere! and how long it must take to take care of! ). ‘-- birds are very fond of them. I, think, th-they would be happier, to claim it, as theirs.’ The animals are close to her heart, and the true source of her fascination with the bug, as well why she is so talkative and unbothered ( or unaware ) by her odd behaviour. Only when her eyes stray a little further, when she notices a sword on the man’s hip, her expression shifts suddenly, noticeably. Her tone and behaviour change with it, turning skittish, evasive, startled;

‘Eh. T-thank you, sir, for the, er, kindness.’ A sword, combined with comely features -- this can be no good for her. She has ran into some -- soldier, or knight, or in any case, someone with influence -- someone whose attention she wants to avoid, someone who she shouldn’t approach so recklessly. There is no real kindness involved in giving up his rights on that bug. What she means is -- for not taking offense. Hoping to escape further scrutiny, she explicitly avoids his gaze, which flits here and there, and tries to make herself very small, which also means suspiciously similar to a thief caught in the act, trying to slither past its captor; ‘ -- eh, um, I’ll... go and, look for a, bird to, give, it... to, eh, now. Sir.’

#vigilans #nghfdh SHE WOULD WANT TO BRUSH IT if he didnt look like danger. #( danger being handsome + weapon thats usually a bad combo she noticed ) #her monologue is from 'mmmmmm bug' to 'oh my god. oh god ciri you idiot. you fool!!! why did u have to take the bug' #'its over this is the end. ill be imprisoned. its the end. oh god shit fuck.' #she rlly went like ( sticking her bug in her purse ) i must- i must go now #i only write strange encounters lately apparently its fine its. like that. yuri must deal with this now. #anyway reading abt yuri im like 'this makes sense. yuri grew up in the lower quarters. he blends in well. ciri thinks hes just another dude #until sword. then she PANICK. its all perfectly logical ( nods to self yes yes ) #ciri vc: will u hand me over to the authorities bc ur a corrupt man who likes to look down on the poor sir #yuri: ive never been more offended in my life #nghfdgsgfgjvfdjsj