𝐋𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮

              ❝ It seems you’re not as good at                              winning over people’s hearts as you think. ❞

                                       MAGIICHOUR

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“Nobody goes there anymore. They say it’s haunted or something.”

“I just found him/her/them like this.” 

“I thought you should be the first to see it.” 

“Tell me you see that as well.”

“Wait, I’m… I feel … Something’s wrong.” 

“Masquerades really don’t work for you, huh?” 

“Is the door locked?” 

“Don’t breathe it in!”

“There it is again! That symbol! I’ve been seeing it everywhere.”

“If you can’t get us out of here, I don’t want to hear it.”

“So, what’re you in for?”

“Get down from there, you’re going to fall!”

"What are they doing? Why are they all doing that?”

“Can you hear me? Listen, you need to stop this!”

“Fight it!”

“There’s a way out this way!” 

“Everyone, evacuate!” 

“I’ve never seen water behave like that.” 

“I know you’re in there. Please.”

“It could have something to do with the garbage chute.”

“I didn’t see what happened, but… they left this.” 

“Somebody just left it on the doorstep. I don’t know what it is.”

“Oh my god, what happened to you? Get inside!”

“Why are you bleeding?!”

“Help me.”

“I’m… bleeding. If you had some way to fix that…?”

“Can you stop running away from everything?!”

“You’re always talking but you never say anything.”

“We’re going to win.”

“I always thought it would be… bigger.”

“I always thought it would be… better.”

The sight only made Fang a bit more amused from her position. Oh, how beautiful Lebreau looked losing herself in the moment. The comment only purred Fang on to delving her tongue deep inside of her lover properly. Allowing jaw to relax, she got to work pleasing her trying to figure out what pace and pattern worked to bring Lebreau to making more noise for her.

    ❝ Ah— fuck . . . ❞ As if Fang knew where to find the right spots already. Fingers curled right inside of her, causing Lebreau to moan a little louder. She slapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting others to hear her. But her muffled moans could hardly be contained in her palm alone. Especially while her partner knew exactly where to place her tongue. ❝ Right there . . . ❞

    ❝ Fang . . . ❞ The huntress' name slipped over her tongue so easily, whilst the gunner's head slowly went blank from ecstasy. Everything went white, her insides tightening up only making Fang's fingers feel so much better. She didn't know for how long she could keep this up. ❝ I'm going to cum . . . ❞ She warned, though she didn't want to yet. There was very little control she had left over her body.

Send asks, like aesthetics, engage with starter calls, fill out polls, write opens, post dash commentary, reblog promos! It’s so easy to let anxiety and the fear of “bothering” someone stop you from interacting, but all that does is make people feel invisible.

it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)

it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer

it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)

the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine

you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

【 when all the world's a stage and you're its leading act, THE SHOW MUST GO ON! 】

a study on the intricacies of the stageplay of life, the duality between what the audience sees and what goes on backstage, only ever showing the facets that you want the audience to see, how the bitter poetry of war can warp the psyche, the flame that continues to burn even when the world conspires to take its fuel, and the inevitable rise from the ashes to take back your leading role.

✱ ~ scribed by Maxie. Writer is 25+. 10+ years of roleplay experience.

Independent, canon-divergent portrayal of Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core. Defaults to pre-CC era but is willing to go anywhere in the FFVII timeline. Please read the rules, bio and pinned post prior to interaction.

including established AU verses for OVERWATCH, FINAL FANTASY XIII, FALLOUT and more!