#anwylasks

send me 🔳 for my muse to give yours a nickname in my muse’s first language.

Send “♣” and I’ll write a starter based on one of the prompts below! Our muses got arrested and put in jail.

Glaring ahead of him, he was sat on a bench, his hands together. The look on his face was clearly not a happy one. He shouldn't have even been here, honestly. But every time he entered this woman's sphere, there was something that gravitated annoyance or misfortune toward him. Though he wouldn't blame that much on anything to do with it just happening, as much as that would be nice for some people to use as a scapegoat. He was certain Lorelei was just a terrible person, and had to ask himself why he was still friends with her during these moments "Well, looks like you managed to fuck it up for us both again. I bet you're happy..."

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

emotionally intense prompts.

Anwyl held his phone to his head, mostly confused as to why this call was being made. He was sure the last time they had spoken was when she was getting married, and not much after that "Oh. Now you remember my phone number, hm?" He commented, his tone hinting irritation.

Valentines Day Based RP Starters

The hybrid made a face at Lorelei when she had said that...so excitedly too. Jutting his jaw out slight Anwyl squint, growing curious as to why she had to say it, like that. It was almost like she was teasing him “Yeah. Well I am pretty unpredictable I guess.” He didn’t have a good view on romance, given his parents relationship going up in flames. A dragon mother and elf father fighting between their kingdoms, burning down everything in their path in order to ravage the other was quite an impression on him at only ten years olds. Seemingly annoyed he cleared his throat “Maybe let’s just forget I ever did that. Actually. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Giving a nod he gives a curious look to the side " Really. I hadn't noticed." With a small laugh, he shook his head at her.  Though he honestly had no idea what in the world Lorelei had been speaking of, by saying that. Clearing his throat then he gestures toward her " Why don't you tell me how you are fucking yourself up today, we'll get some coffee as you share your story." Was he teasing her? Maybe, just a bit. With a grin he turns and starts to walk away in the direction of coffee " I live for hearing about what you call messes, or fuck ups, if you like..." Again, perhaps just another jab at her, to tease her.

SEND “MAKE ME FEEL”

my muse is invited to your muse’s wedding

Now, you may be wondering…Anwyl, what’s a guy like you doing at  Lorelei Sutton’s wedding. Or in fact, maybe you were wondering just why there had been a wedding at all to begin with, and to whom, and why. Anwyl, you see, was born to two different, royal, families. One being of Welsh Decent, you could say, and the other, not. But both quite royal, his father was King of the Elven race, and his mother, queen of the Dragon race. When Anwyl, then going by the name of Hugo, had been ten years old, a battle broke out, between his parents after a bitter divorce. After this Anywl had been made to split his year between each parent. Half the year he would spend in Wales. The Other half he had spent in England, where his mother had took up residence. 

During this time with his mother Anwyl had attended the mortal schools in the residential area his mother had moved to, of course not openly exposing themselves as supernatural beings, so they lived rather mortal lives. There, he had met Lorelei, a fellow classmate. Now they had never gotten more than mostly friends, but had remained in contact even after graduation, or one would assume so, since he was currently attending her wedding. That’s where he had been then, sitting in a row in the middle waiting for things to proceed as the wedding had carried on. Lorelei had seemed to be taking her sweet time, if he was to believe some whispering at the entrance to the church.