Welcome to the Division

Completely revamping my muse pages, including removing and adding muses!

Revamping my rules page

Making graphics and icons

hey, guys! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

So, I want to give a quick life update so that you guys know what’s been going on on my end.

gay. all of them.

Boston Lobster. ( Food Fantasy. )

Chihiro Usui. ( Readyyyy! Project. )

sorry, guys. due to lack of motivation, I’m going to be dropping a fair number of threads.

Well, at least someone was here. That’s something. A shame that they weren’t drawing a weapon or anything on him, but whatever. He was never so lucky before, why would he be now? Besides his shaky breathing, he remained silent and watched as the stranger came closer. A single brow was raised at sighting the coin, an odd feeling of dread washing over him and-

Great. Instead of a killer, he got a jackass. Wonderful.

The greeting was not returned at all save for a slight narrowing of eyes. Now, what was this guy gonna do? Say he could heal him for some cash? Bet he’ll play it up too. Lo’ and behold, he does almost exactly that and the redhead rolled his eyes in clear defiance. Wounded as he was, he would survive. Probably. Hopefully not. But life likes to keep him around for some reason.

“No shit.” He didn’t even name a price. What did he expect him to beg him? Cry that he’ll pay whatever it takes to get him healed up, safe? Please. He was in no mood to play along. Not with his wound still stinging despite the flow of blood having come to a halt. Shifting, he gave a grimace as he dropped his bloodied hand to grab hold of his weapon, merely pulling it to the side of his scabbard.

“Hm, tempting offer you got there.” It was really hard to resist the urge to spit in his face instead. Really hard. He can go and scam some other poor sap, the asshole whoever he was. “Naaaah, I’ll pass. I bet you’ll conveniently forget your ‘cleric’ as soon as you get what you want.”

     Lady Luck was a rather fickle mistress, since her blessing only shined upon those in short bursts. Even Joshua couldn’t say that her blessing was warm, especially given what he’s done to achieve it. However, this man had his cheek graced by the goddess herself if he managed to encounter Joshua rather than, say, a mercenary that’s been on his tail for ages now, especially since he was in no condition to fight back. He wasn’t particularly fond of kicking others while they were down, even with a large sum.

     He tossed the coin into the air, catching it with that sweet smile on his face.

     ❝ I’ll be honest with you-- I’m a mercenary, so if I really wanted to, I could drive a blade through your stomach and leave you here. Still, I’m a nice guy. The cleric is real; she’s a nice girl, a bit skittish since she was running away from some soldiers when I found her, but a nice girl either way. ❞

     He gave a soft chuckle.

         WINE  GUZZLING  /  BLOOD  SPEWED,   the  are  ravaged  by  lust,  salacious  desires  as  violent  as  they  were  tempting.  The  earth  and  the  skies,  the  lands  and  the  angels  tears  of  rain,  nothing  would  ever  purify  a  being  so  willing  to  fall.  Crimson  eyes  wished  to  roll  to  the  back  of  his  skull  at  the  sheer  sight  of  the  primarch.  WAS  THIS  A  DEEP  DESIRE  /  OR  INTENSE  ANNOYANCE  however  their  mangled  emotions  may  present  themselves,  they  will  always  be  incredibly  insufferable.  ❝  Come  back  for  another  round?  I’ll  admit,  I  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you  again  so  soon. Hmm,  I  suppose  I  have  time  for  a  quickie.  How’s  your  stamina  now  Sandy?  ❞  @fatedeternity​

     His teeth are gnashed together, biting back the spewing rage that boiled his blood in a fit of anger. His words built up bile in his mouth that threatened to spill out in sprays of venom, fingers drummed impatiently against a blade sheathed against his hip. Everything about this lecherous, eccentric man was a representation of Sandalphon’s rage, anguish, and frustration personified, a reminder of what was lost between his fingers.

     If this man came any closer, he had no qualms about leaving him on the ground, basked in his own blood for all to come and see his humiliation. 

someone pointed out that my akechi wing could be used as gentaro’s hair and now i can’t unsee it

“Just climbed down from your window. That’s about it.”

He hadn’t played any pranks yet.

     ❝ And you’re not going to explain WHY you were climbing out of MY window? What were you DOING?❞

“Of course ya do, nano ja~ Who wouldn’t~?” A smug smile as she looked around and put her knife away. Not like there really was.

“Ya act like I’m stealing, nano ja~” All she was doing was forcing Flynn on a treasure hunt. “Aye aye~” Now to just walk past the very sketchy ledge and see if there was a path for the Tin Man to take.

     Somehow, that smug smile felt more like a jab than anything that knife could have done to him.

     ❝ No, no, I’m more worried about the plans with that knife, really. That said... Do you know what we’re looking for? You just said we’re going to find some ‘treasure’, but I STILL don’t know what this treasure is, ❞ he took a deep breath, peering over at the ledge.