#kissmeau

[lured-into-wonderland]

from [x] with @kissmeau ( @dasmondkuss )

She opened her eyes; her thoughts still blurry…

“…Autumn…!” – she exclaimed; she remembered they were hiding together in the pantry room with the invaders roaming though Autumn’s apartment. A place that become as close to home as her cursed “self” could accept without fear – “…Autumn…” – did THEY entered their hiding place? Stunned her by a blow to her head! Took Autumn away…

“...Autumn…!” – now that was a scream; Nunnally was an embodiment of fear of what had happened to Autumn! He was her friend; he was the only one who called her ‘doll’ in a way she liked. Alright, it was not like that from the very beginning of their friendship, but it was like that now! She loved him (even if she was not aware of that and would not admit it openly).

“Autumn…!” – her fear was now turning into a rage; whoever hurt Autumn made the mistake. The very last in their life. She’d wipe them away from their poor existence; even the memories about them. And if bringing back Autumn would require a trip to hell...she was ready for that trip. No-one hurts Autumn. No-one!

She stood up and opened the door to the pantry. Did she remember Autumn’s warning? Did she remember that he asked her to stay inside? She did, but it did not matter. She was not sure what was going on. And she could help! No matter what Autumn was thinking about her.

“Autumn…” – she entered the kitchen only to stumble upon a body lying on the floor; dead or unconscious. It did not matter for her. Another room…another man…knocked unconscious. She started to understand.

“Autumn…!” – there was almost no fear left in her voice. Instead a mixture of wrath and resentment. It was not them who entered the pantry. It was him, Autumn, who did it to her.

(“I am sorry about this.”) – now she remembered his words. He just did not trust her (well, he was right with it; she could at least admit that to herself), Autumn wanted to protect her, he just wanted her to stay quiet in the pantry no matter what. But that was not fair. She would be of some use. How could he!?

“Autumn…!” – she finally saw him there standing above another man. 

“That’s not fair…that’s not fair…you shouldn’t…you couldn’t…that’s not fair…” – in a few jumps she was there next to him; her small hands curled into fists; the tears rolling down her cheeks; she was sobbing; her little frame was shaken violently as she was hitting his chest frantically with her little fists --  “That’s not fair…not fair…not fair…fair…fair…” – her voice was nothing but a relief now…

“…I am so glad you are safe…I was so worried…about you…you cannot do that to me…cannot…promise…promise me…promise…” – her fists fell down not to rise again. Instead Nunnally hugged the man hiding herself in his warmth, in him being alive, in his humanity; still sobbing heavily she stuttered – “…I…I cannot loose you…cannot…cannot…cannot…”

#autumn #nunnally #verse: main #kissmeau #dasmondkuss #she does not know #if she's more mad #or happy

[royaletiquette]

"Autumn. Come here so I can kick you in the face."

@kissmeau

#kissmeau #.crack #v: reliving history }death do us part

[inseparableduo]

@kissmeau continued from here!

He didn’t mean to be malicious. Ok. That was actually kinda of a lie. He meant to be to an extent but, truthfully, half of this mess was by accident due to his clumsy self. Still. It’s not like he really felt bad about it, either way. Even if he did, he wouldn’t admit to it, since that meant apologizing at the very least. Something he just rather not do.

“Yeah, sure whatever.” He dismissed with a wave of his hand. In true teenage fashion, he wasn’t really taking it to heart. “Funny, how I should know better but, shouldn’t you also know better than to hit a kid? Maybe you should grow up and keep that anger in check.” Yep. He was totally antagonizing him now with a smile on his face no less.

As the staff came up, he wondered if he could take a play out of his sister's book. Cry and blamed the man for everything. Nah, that only works for girls, he figured. So, instead, he goes with something completely different.

"I'm really sorry about this, that man almost fell, and I tried to grab him. Actually, just between me and you, I would keep an eye on him. I think he's drunk." With that said, he would walk off and go back to shoplifting. Not really caring if he was actually believed or not.

#kissmeau #⚔; his eyes are as cold as steel ( the older brother ) #⚔; searching for the answer ( main verse )

[mannequinentity]

META + Alcohol

*         send   META   +   a   word   ,   a   name   ,   or   phrase   and   i   will   write   a   head  canon   based   off   of   this   !!!  

A night of indulging himself with poison-

HIs dreams are more vivid, more real to these senses than ever before compared to being sober. Usually in nightmares, not all of his senses are quite there. But after a drunken state of mind, he feels as if everything is enhanced.

Whenever a dream monster attacks him or wounds him, he can feel it so intensely to the point of being injured in real life. Lovecraftian entities do leave a permeant mark on him if they attack, compared to being wounded by a mortal human. (His injuries will heal themselves up, except from higher beings that swarm in the cosmic horror otherworld.)

That's the unfortunate part of wanting self-cope with his flaws of himself, drinking himself to unconsciousness and then he pays the price of wondering through an endless field of horrors in mampy pampy land.

#Headcanon Meme #kissmeau #don't drink kids. just smoke weed ;)

[conquestar]

❝ I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious. Tell me my armor is just skin and bones. Only bones. ❞ (*evil bluecat*)

from here || @kissmeau

"My dear friend," Lucien chuckled and turned to Roman with a glass of white wine fogging up in his hand. A few frozen bits of grapes floated up and down the straw-coloured drink. He prioritised taking a sip to continuing his thought, and pressed the edge gently to his bottom lip, tilting the round glass towards his slightly opened mouth and taking the most tender taste.

"—you're infinitely more than skin and bones," Lucien said after he swallowed, "both theoretically and practically. Your blood, for starters, would be the first thing spilling on my tongue if I ever sank my teeth into you. Not that I have any desire to do so; that would've been awful and vile. Dreadful for my suit and tastebuds. Bitemarks would also be unbecoming on your skin—I quite enjoy you unmarred as you are, filled with old silver scars you're hiding under your clothes. Like an aged marble statue wrapped in black."

Lucien gestured vaguely from Roman's head to toe, and then: "As for your armour—you've built it from will and resolve. You keep your lips straight, your eyes stern, your clothes clean, and hope nobody sees what's underneath, but no man I've known loved art and felt nothing. Everyone who had lived a lasciviously animated life was dull like a butterknife on the inside, and everyone who was plain at a glance carried cosmos within."

Lucien locked his golden gaze with Roman's, knowing printed in his expression. "—You wish you were fragile because you fancy breaking wouldn't hurt as bad if you could do it easily. But I wouldn't have been here if you were a weak-willed man."

I would've killed you myself—out of mercy.

#; Roman x Lucien #kissmeau #; 👑 main verse #; 👑 ic

[mallowofmuses]

@kissmeau​

It didn’t feel right to allow Winter to babysit her precious sunshine of a daughter, but there was no other option since everybody else was unavailable to watch over her. Thus came a defeated sigh, Irina opening the door to her humble abode.

“Mommy!” The child came running over to the front door before looking up at the other woman she hadn't met before. Confused eyes, an index finger to her lip before the tilt of the head curiously. “Mommy, is she going to be my babysitter?”

“Yes, she will.”

An enthusiastic bundle of energy irradiated from the daughter, rushing over to hug Winter's legs.

“I’m sorry. She’s always happy when I bring someone over.” Irina turns to the child before patting her head. “Now, Mommy is going out for some important business that she needs to attend to. Your babysitter Winter will watch over you until I get back. Please behave yourself, okay?” She kisses her forehead before standing up.

“There’s a sticky note that lists down chores on the fridge. Please read it, okay?” She spoke with a firm voice, hoping the other would remember that.

#RP #kissmeau #Irina Nesterova (OC)

[ekleipsi]

Ugh. She hated these reunions, more family meetings than anything. But she had to be there, like a perfect adornment with a tight pink dress and sparkles, because her role was a housewife clinging to a man's arm as if she had suddenly been reduced to harmonious looks and sweet conversations.

Nevertheless, she couldn't complain wholly.

Winter had agreed to all these terms. In exchange, she had become filthy rich and was finally in a job that didn't bore her to death. Besides, the man she was clinging to wasn't too bad. She didn't romantically like him, but he didn't want her in that way either, resulting in the best transactional relationship to ever exist, one she could be comfortable in. Of course, as soon as she could return to her dark clothes and the comfort of her bed in their house... so, yes, she could pretend she couldn't resist him.

Family members were done with businesses and now were having a bit too much champagne, dancing to the sound of maniac laughter, eating those dry appetizers, taking pictures for their social media and...

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Oh, God. They weren't teenagers. Someone give her mercy! Both are caught under the flash of phone cameras, recording the tasteful(less) moment between the two birds in a pod.

"Come here." Winter said in a whisper, gently caressing the man's cheek; there was an equally soft smile on her lips, making her look like a wedding cake—sweet, pure, flawless. It was a peck on the lips; she shrugged her shoulders shyly, adding a kiss on the nose. Everyone shouted with excitement.

Heavens, if I don't get mercy, at least an Oscar.

--- The proposition to marriage had been one of purely political and professional goals. Adra Everfrost, CEO of Everfrost Enterprises, was pressured constantly by the social norms of this society and even more so by the concern of his parents. Well into his adulthood, his family meant a great deal to him- as did appearances, and such was the reason he'd brought in one of his accountants. A manager on the team, disliked by most for her rather blunt and crass way of dealing with things...frankly, she'd been the perfect choice.

--- Winter held no desires to further a relationship beyond this. Beyond appearing together in public and looking like a happily married couple, which suited the dragon just fine...and the diamond conglomerate, of course. He was well known for being stoic, shrewd, and outright cold in public, so rarely affectionate though easily moved to as much by his doting wife.

--- As soon as business discussions and idle banter had been exchanged, a hand on the small of Winter's back in a gently possessive display, he turned to meet the flashing of cameras for such an appearance. Her whisper had his head tilting curiously, before he leaned down to meet the peck of lips and then even one to his nose.

--- Mental disdain aside, he only offered a small smirk and a chuckle to the public before waving them off. ' Come now, I must get back to business with some clients. ' he'd instructed them, watching the crowd scatter with the clipped and icy way he spoke. Attention shifted back towards the dainty woman on his arm, hiding a derisive snort. ' Quite an actress. I didn't realize just how fitting a choice you were, but you play the part well enough- ' he'd cut the words short as another woman came and asked about their relationship.

--- ' Well, diamonds are a frosty and chilling business- there was no better choice than my paramour here, aptly named. Winter. As cold as every stone she's found in, tonight. ' he purred smoothly, lifting a hand to brush his thumb over the rather extravagant and expensive diamond necklace that adorned her collar. Smoky lavenders were cast sidelong at her, head cocked. ' We'll leave in an hour. This is stifling and tedious. Enjoy the bar. ' he exhaled, gesturing towards the well stocked lounge.

#cunning barbary | adra | ; #kissmeau #not me getting to my old asks now rip #this was fun tho i love this plot

[thecircusfreaks]

Muse’s Tolerance: Food & Drink

Sweet: NO TOLERANCE / LOW / MEDIUM / HIGH.

Lucas and sweets are not a combination many people would think of. However, a sugary treat every once in a while is surely to his liking. However, he doesn’t eat too much sugar on a daily basis.

Salty: NO TOLERANCE / LOW / MEDIUM / HIGH

While Salt can defininitely make or break a dish, he seems to be able to handle his salt pretty well. There have been various cases in which majority thought of food as too salty where he thought it was just right. However, knowing how it affects your health as well, he doesn’t use a lot of salt on his dishes.

Spicy: NO TOLERANCE / LOW / MEDIUM / HIGH

You’d think that with the various kitchens and cultures he has gotten familiar with that he’d be able to handle his spicy food better but no! He still gets all red and sweaty when eating to spice. He does like a bit of spice in his meal but it quickly becomes too much.

Sour: NO TOLERANCE / LOW / MEDIUM / HIGH

He hates sour food and drinks with a passion. To him the sour taste doesn’t enrich a food or drink, it takes a way from the experience of a complete meal or snack which is a true waste in his opinion.

Alcohol: NO TOLERANCE / LOW / MEDIUM / HIGH

His high school and college days were quite wild and he build up a reputable tolerance during those days. While he still enjoys a glass of alcohol every now and then, it isn’t the same as it used to be by a long shot. However, he still won’t get drunk as easily as he used to.

Foods Hated: 

Vegan foods and not the people trying to eat less meat but in particular the meat replacements that still use meat terms in their product names. Such as Vegan chicken, Vegan sausage, etc. He thinks it’s the dumbest thing, it doesn’t taste good and did he already mention it was a dumb thing? He feels strongly about this.

Allergies: 

He is fortunate to not have any allergies, which is good because he enjoys eating and drinking too much to pass on on anything.

tagged by: @kissmeau​

tagging: @aimhleas @coreoflore @infinitelistofcreations @hembralfa @dcwnrisen @yuuwen @ensuists @sweethurtss @suizokukans​ @tragedicn 

#{Lucas | headcanon} #kissmeau #thank u so much for tagging me

[smokes-and-bullets]

😶 + would people still love you if you were a worm?

"The hell kind of a question is this.. Who would love a worm.."

"I hate people and people hate me.. unless they want a good fuck or something from me.. Worms are worms.. I don't understand this question and if it's some kind of satire...It's dumb as fuck."

#kissmeau #ask #Francis answers

[royaletiquette]

Lies on discord! Hibiya is nothing but an angel!!

#ooc; #mun #kissmeau #HE JUST WANTS TO KILL EVERYONE THAT'S EVER MOCKED HIM

[inseparableduo]

❝ you don’t give me enough credit. ❞ (For Darla)

"Ok, so it might not be poison." she was aware it was a bit of an exaggeration. In her defense, he should know by now she doesn’t like trying new food. In fact, she sometimes wonders if she hates food. There were only a handful of things she could/would eat without complaint. Nothing on the plate in front of her had anything that was on that list.

She grabs her fork and moves it around. She already doesn’t like it. Distantly, she’s aware she’s being childish right now but, isn’t she supposed to be? It’s not that strange for someone her age to be a picky eater, is it? Either way, she wasn't keen on changing that today.

"I just know what I like, and I don’t see why I have to try this." She mumbled.

Probably because she eats nothing but oatmeal, peanut butter sandwiches, and Jell-O on the best of days.

@kissmeau

#Darla Answers #Answered #kissmeau

[mannequinentity]

❤ + @kissmeau

send ‘❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them.

I'm a sucker when it comes down to flawed characters. Plus, people who do multi-muse blogs are underappreciated in a sense of switching between OCs in different threads.

Whenever you come back Autumn mun! Just to let you know, I genueily do appreciate the character you make, especially Summer who looks interesting!

Autumn and Manny screaming at each other is a hilarious experience, along with the toxic relationship between Winter and Irina.

Flawed or morally gray characters need more appreciation!

And not only that, conversation between mun. It's a great time to talk about anything and still be chill at the end of the day. A chill mun overall!

#Ask Meme #kissmeau

[sansloii]

Evan isn't sure if Autumn usually fell asleep before or after he did but, either way, he had to wait to make sure the other was fully asleep. It didn't take most more than fiftteen to twenty minutes to fall asleep… but, to be certain that the other man wouldn't just sit up the moment he himself got up, he waited just shy of thirty. Even after waiting that long, he gets up carefully and watches Autumn in a similar manner as he slips out of bed.

…Nothing.

Part of him suspected he was being needlessly paranoid--that his “partner” was asleep and that he could move around without worry. How many times had he gotten up, thrown on his clothes, and slipped out without even a “goodbye” to whoever he slept with? It was second nature, at this point, and the only difference between that and this is that he isn't leaving yet.

Evan's quick to throw on his discarded boxers and grabs the small flashlight he'd tucked into his pants. Dark eyes cast one last glance at the sleeping man before he turns his attention to the rest of the room. Light footsteps carry him over to the first of many drawers he intended to quickly rife through to find…. something that would tell him just where that rumored weapons cache was.

He'd move onto the other parts of Autumn's place if he didn't find it today… but, for now, the bedroom seemed like a good enough place to start.

starter for @kissmeau

#kissmeau #✖ ┊ ⧼ the guns aren’t just for show ⧽ ⇹ ( e. ) #⚜ ┊ ⧼ it’s a wonderful cat’s life ⧽ ⇹ ( main verse. ) #.took a hot minute but it's here

[conquestar]

“No, sorry, that’s really not a good look for you.”

random dialogue … sentence starters pt. ?

"The Earth will see many winters and springs before I start taking advice from a man who exclusively wears black," Lucien punctuated the last word with a hint of disdain. As if the colour black, in such measure, was something distasteful and dull that even a blade would rather bend than cut through it.

Lucien pulled the bathrobe over a bare shoulder and tied it neatly around his waist. He flipped a strand of unbrushed hair behind his shoulder and continued his path to the bathroom.

"You've caught me unprepared," Lucien explained matter-of-factly and beckoned Roman to the drawing room. "You know how to serve yourself a glass of red while I make myself more presentable, I take it? Don't hold back, your mood leaves a lot to be desired today, but I've known wine to make a significant improvement."

Lucien smirked and shuffled down the marble hallway.

#; Roman x Lucien #; 👑 main verse #; 👑 ic #kissmeau

[mallowofmuses]

❝ you look like royalty. ❞ (From Winter)

STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts a set of various original sentence prompts !

The shelves needs be dusted, or else filth will accumulate further to activate her allergies. Irina made sure to clean every nook and cranny during these laid-back hours of Saturday. She doesn't expect Winter to assist her, considering she's lazy while Irina herself is doing all the work.

"Winter, you can't say that when you're laying down, doing nothing while I'm doing all the work. You're not going to win points by complimenting me like that." She shook her head at Winter in sheer disappointment of her attempt to flatter the woman.

#Ask/RP Meme #kissmeau #Irina Nesterova (OC) #HA

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @kissmeau​ || Lucas & Autumn || liked for a starter ||

A troublemaker at the pool? It had been a while since there had been someone causing trouble and their policy was to bring in the manager instead of going for security or police. Making his way down from his office, he would go to the pool area. Before he even got there he already heard some of his staff talking. As he rounded the final corner, he approached the water, looking at the source of the ‘trouble’ and he instantly recognized who it was. It had been years, many years but he had not forgotten.

“Autumn?” Always the troublemaker, he was the unpredictable one then and he appears to be one now. “What are you doing?” 

#kissmeau #{Lucas} #starter