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vvernorexia · 5 years

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#☾ ♚ reborn │ visuals

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#☾ ♚ reborn │ visuals

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R e b o r n !

#☾ ♚ reborn │ visuals

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Some people use a lot of text when writing to show their muse’s mental state, some use it purely because their muse is talkative. But when things like that happen, some people stress over whether or not they should match length and it can be the reason some people have problems replying to things.

You do not need to match my length. My muses get lost in their heads/like to talk/just end up making me write a lot.

Write whatever you are comfortable with, because this is supposed to be fun and you should never be pressured to meet the length of your partner. Do what you want to, and hopefully by reblogging this, the mun of this blog will do the same.

#╰ ★ monday morning apocalypse │ ooc #^^^

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"lackey,” reborn addresses the purple-haired menace as soon as he comes abreast of the window, ignoring the disgruntled glares burning into his back. it’s as though the civvies actually expect him to wait in line and waste away the better part of his afternoon. as if. “what are you doing?” he casually rests his arms on the counter, deceptively harmless in the face of skull’s signature brand of ridiculousness. or so he would’ve appeared if not for the foreboding aura surrounding him. skull, fool that he can be, rarely heeds his instincts, though—hence why he feels the need to make known his displeasure at seeing the lackey where the self-professed stuntman never said he would be. and reborn...well, he doesn’t care much for surprises.

@ reborn

ah ha ! he was right. everyone loved pastry trucks. his mouth stretching into a wide, enthusiastic grin as he snuck a peek at the line that had begun to form outside the old ice cream truck he’d pilfered from the local junkyard, skull reached for the latch and promptly slid the window open, throwing his arms out in a gesture of welcome. 〝 the great skull-sama is finally open for business! 〞 the purple-haired man enthused, flashing his dimples at the crowd. about time too. he’d been planning this little venture for months, & now that he’d met all the necessary requirements to operate a business, he wasn’t about to waste time passing out fliers or laminated business cards. 〝 now then. who’s first?〞

#☾ ♚ reborn │ interactions #( vxorfreude │ skull × i . )#lmao reborn is so done with skull #although lbr he's secretly amused

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▎a soft, resigned groan worked its way up her throat upon hearing the acidic undertone in the hissing voice of her old classmate, but rather than surrender to the urge to duck behind an aisle of amphidian-based ingredients — stored in magically enhanced jars — dorcas formed a line behind the slytherin alumni, her own purchase ( a vial of iguana blood ) in hand. “it was a mistake, snape — an honest-to-merlin mistake anyone could have made,” she said diplomatically. if done correctly, a civil tongue could be so much more effective than the tongue-lashing the dour-faced man would have deserved for resorting to name-calling. “and it’s a mistake easily rectified now that he’s been made aware of the dangers of improper placement. isn’t that right?” she looked pointedly at the cashier, who quickly nodded, no doubt hoping snape would leave now that he’d made his point.

irritation swirls around him like a cloud on the brink of storming. if there’s one pet peeve severus finds absolutely intolerable, it’s when an outside party decides they’re perfectly within their rights to meddle. a tick forming in his jaw, he slowly turns his head to regard meadowes with a blank look. “is it a mistake you’d be willing to risk your very life on?” he inquiries dryly, including the wide-eyed cashier in his poor estimation of wixen intelligence. after all, all it takes is for a single piece of deadlyius to accidentally mix with the nightshade for the entire shop to go up in flames; they’re that dangerous—and incompatible too. “i see you still have an uncanny knack for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, meadowes,” severus adds as a belated greeting, smoothly stepping out of line now that his warning has been issued.

#╭ ♣ severus snape │ interactions #( pantoxmimes │ dorcas × i . )#aweeeeee! you have such faith in me gdghdg #snape is a complex character who can be a right douchebag at times

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▎curiosity flickered in jin-woon’s eyes as an unfamiliar but decidedly feminine voice sounded behind him. popping a piece of plum candy in his mouth, he turned to greet the stranger ( human? her scent certainly alluded to the possibility ) with a bemused smile. “i’m used to it — losing.” first with his ambush’s tests and then with his inability to evade seung long enough to set up roots without fear of discovery hanging over his head. “that’s not to say i like playing losing games, though! i just don’t see the point in taking gambles when they almost never work.”

a small frown tipping down at the corners of her mouth, neena fixes him with a somber gaze, not liking what she’s hearing. no one should ever be made to feel that losing is inevitable. “that’s smart, kid—makin’ sure you don’t find yourself in a precarious situation by takin’ risks is pretty crafty,” she commends in a tone that is both reflective and quiet. “but on the other hand, if you always play it safe, you’ll never get anywhere in life.” even one blessed by a lucky star knows better than to sit indefinitely on the sidelines, wrapped in a cocoon of safety as she waits for a fun, exciting tomorrow that will never come. “is that what you’re after? a lifetime of tedium and boring routines?”

#┖ ♠ neena thurman │ interactions #( pantoxmimes │ jin woon × i . )#ahhhh this pleases me!

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thin, brown eyebrows drawing together in a FROWN , isa subtly threw a searching glance over her shoulder before coming to the conclusion that the strange woman was talking to her. ❛ i don’t know what you’re talking about, lady, ❜ the brunette said defensively, tension lining her forehead as she considered her next course of action. might be a good idea to bail now that her little snatch-and-go ploy had been discovered. ❛ gambling’s not really my thing. ❜

a scoffing sort of huff escapes her lips at the girl’s blatant lie. she’s learned over the years not to take people’s words at face value and instead watch their body language as they try to peddle their lies. and this girl? her mien positively screams rogue—with a small order of helplessness on the side. "uh huh. so that wasn’t your hand tryin’ to creep its way into my bag then?” neena levies an exasperated look at the brunette. "girl, if you needed cheddar, all you had to do was ask.”

#┖ ♠ neena thurman │ interactions #( paroxyisms │ isadora × i . )#oh it works! well we can certainly make it work xD #and thanks! i'm glad i finally cracked ngl #this will be loads of fun i can already tell

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I'd love to do something with your domino, but I don't appreciate whitewashing.

oh. wow. so i normally ignore these kinds of asks ? because what’s the point of inviting drama onto my dashboard ? but this one i felt i had to answer. first of all, domino is a fictional character with various, visual portrayals ( like most of marvel ); therefore i feel completely justified in my decision to use naomi scott as her face claim and i refuse to change it over something as inconsequential as nationality. yes, nationality and race are important. i get that some people can’t help but point out these perceived flaws with other characters. but that kind of thing doesn’t even belong in this argument. i mean, honestly. her nationality isn’t what makes domino…well…domino. sure, it adds a bit to her backstory and whatnot, but for all that it matters, she could be a big, purple, gun-toting dinosaur and still rock that badass chick stint. and i don’t appreciate you coming into my inbox and accusing me of whitewashing my characters. because i hate to say it, but she’s actually an albino with blue eyes in the comics ? so your whole argument was null & void before it could even get started. sorry not sorry.

#╰ ★ monday morning apocalypse │ ooc #anonymous #i seriously debated answering this for the longest time #but it really struck a nerve #sorry to all my mutuals and precious followers!

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Fon: All of my apprentice's snacks are organic.

Reborn: That's cool. My students eat candy off the floor.

#╱ ☀ our world washed clear by stone │ head canons #☾ ♚ reborn │ isms #this is legit

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open to: anyone in the harry potter universe. or anyone who can access diagon alley, k. i feel like that opens a lot of doors. xD. setting: the apothecary in diagon alley.

“you imbecile!” severus hisses in absolute disgust, holding two jars of colorful, toxic substances up, those of which he carefully swiped from the shelf when he realized the dangerous closeness of their proximity to one another. “do you have any idea what could have happened if you’d left the jar of deadlyius sitting next to the nightshade? they require isolation for a reason! idiot!” he’s lucky severus noticed the issue before it could evolve into a mess of catastrophic proportions.

#« ™ falling through the hourglass │ open starters #╭ ♣ severus snape │ interactions #severus is having issues #but he's still a lovable snarky ass amirite

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open to: everyone. seriously !! setting: anywhere where gambling/betting can happen. i’m not picky. hell, surprise me. xD. i love surprises.

“oh, honey. believe me. you should neither want nor need my bet,” neena says conspiratorially, her posture relaxed & placid in a way that signifies confidence. "you’d be playing a losing game.”