#argentatephoenix

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

    “Hrmmmmm.... Birb, this isn’t the best time to — Fine. You’re different and the very thought of you conjures up fear. I smell the stars in you and just what they can do to me. I’m not fond of having celestial beings in such a close proximity to my private area but it can’t be helped. The sexy times are going to roll.”

        “You do this thing. Oh, what thing? That thing, there! Where you do this sort of sigh that’s too quiet for others to hear. I can practically hear the annoyance in that one breath alone and yet something else as well. You care for me. It’s too fond, too close. I believe I’ve told you not to become invested in me. I’m never good for anyone. Regardless, I hear it, that fondness for me in practically everything you do. The way you touch can be feather light and your way of coaxing me to lean into it more. You hold yourself so close yet so out of reach. What am I to do? I hold on.”

     “I recall a lot of your habits. You hunch over and tense at times. Pain? It’s hard to pin point to an exact source yet it’s something that you always carry with you. Your bird noises remind me of a different time, a different place, different life. The nostalgia builds up within me and I can almost feel it just beneath the surface. If I stare at you long enough, I can see the uniform you used to wear and that proud look on your face when you accomplish some difficult task and the way your lips sort of pout you’ve spouted something you dislike.”

    “Have I talked about your eyes? Ha! Snake eyes.... The reptilian nature to them is attractive. You tend to snap your attention to things that move, almost as if an object stays still long enough, you lose interest and it no longer exists in your world. Its curious. Almost cute but I prefer to call it endearing. Your dulled responses happen quite frequently now. Perhaps the time here on Earth is doing you good. Or is it my presence? It pleases me to get a reaction out of you. I don’t wish to become this immobile object in your world so I’ll move for you.”

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

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Tooth and Bunny; SweetTooth

(◡‿◡✿) - last of they kind, badasses supreme, hella good friends, naturally inclined to sass and kick ass at the same time. some of many blessings

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ - gtfOUT MAH WAY MY SHIP IS HERE

Pho and Bunny; ????

Tooth and Pitch

╰( ♥ ヮ ♥ )╯OTP BABY

Pho and Koz

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you.(cheek) • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

Getting used to being a host of stars had been, needless to say, near impossible. Or just simply impossible. Her cheat being forced to come back to life when her fragile, prior mortal body gave out. Everything hurt, the stars did well at healing most everything, except damage to her body that had killed her. The equivalent age of ten, and she already had a number of painful scars at her back and abdomen. Most of her unfortunate death’s though had been too much output of energy that ceased her existence shortly.

The worst area of this predicament though, was individuals shouting for her capture or death. Star eater, they said, taking on the form of a child for innocence.

Scientists and researchers wanted knowledge, as shapeshifters were rare and even more rare to see at her age. If they even believed her age. Folk fearful of what she had ‘done’ to the stars demanded the celestial body’s removal.

At ten, Phoenix nearly wanted them to do that.

Her back hurt, she was tired of crying however as she tiredly glared out toward glittering lights and warm homes.

What in the cosmo’s had she done wrong?

The soft clang in her head was almost comforting. Almost. If not for her current disdain at life and her predicament. She didn’t want the stars chatter, she didn’t want their tolling she couldn’t understand yet.

Sure they allowed her escape from her first home. But five planets later and she was reduced to cold dirt, loud bangs and lights from the sky that hurt her senses, sleeping under a wooden port until she’d have to decide if being caught would be a good thing or if she needed to find food then look for another planet.

The choice would be the latter one.

She’d wanted the stars to live then, she wanted to find a place that felt warm, that felt welcome. She wanted to live and she wanted the stars to live, no matter how much it hurt now.

Another crash above her head made her flinch and tuck tighter into herself, bringing air into her lungs loudly in a whine for sake of hearing something else. Jerky movements made her back sting and trying to hide her energy made her more than just jittery in her place.

She sniffed in discomfort and hurt she didn’t understand, looking back out. She’d seen kids with their parents, friends, they were allowed affection, and a dry place to sit and enjoy. She wasn’t jealous, but yearned for the same or similar.

Looking down at muddy feet, and dirty hands, she curled her fingers in jerky motions, and closed her eyes for a moment.

Following after that was a growth of silver light. Whatever she made, resembled one of the planets creatures. Long, two legged with a prehensile tail, covered in thick soft fur. And a long nose that snuffed at her hair as soon as its form was finished. And albeit with some hesitance she tucked her creation against her chest, bringing her knees back up. Warmth blossomed from the creations close contact and she clutched at it, breathing a shaky sigh of relief. A crackle noise in her ear helped, this being was alive even if she didn’t realize how alive. And it didn’t hate her. It nuzzled her and she wavered, thinning her lips before burying her face in fire like fur.

A few more hours. Just a little bit of this, then she’d go get food and resume her search.