Jun 6, 2025
Two sparklers in the eye holes. Lights them. rUNS
Did I just re-use the sketch from this ask? yes. Lazy? or resourceful?
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Two sparklers in the eye holes. Lights them. rUNS
Did I just re-use the sketch from this ask? yes. Lazy? or resourceful?
@axgmented
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@axgmented — " get fucked. " / CONFLICT, accepting.
"believe me, i'd love to." reno purred. he could never pass up a good innuendo, mouth turned filthy from years spent down in the slums. it got him into difficulty sometimes, but he figured she'd find it funny. all of the turks were like that, in their own ways — gotta get your kicks somewhere, else the job will kill you before your enemies do. "not exactly got a lotta free time. besides, fuckin' a turk is kinda like a death sentence." if not literally, then socially at least.
he eyed rem curiously, scanning her face for hints to how she was feeling. nada. shinra trains its agents well — reno could get a read on just about anyone, but a fellow turk was about as good as a goddamn mystery.
"so, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?" reno asked, teasing. "that's no way to speak to a coworker. clearly something's got you all riled up." he paused for a moment, thinking. "or have i pissed you off just by existing?" it wouldn't be the first time. reno had a tendency to wind people up. honestly, he pissed himself off from time to time. "'cause i don't think i should have to apologise for that."
@axgmented
" --- Do you ever get afraid? "
i will spill blood to defend what's mine.
PROMPTS FROM REIGN @axgmented
The scout shifted his gaze toward Rem, a mixture of emotions clouding his usually gentle eyes. He then lowered his gaze and took her hand in his own, giving it a light squeeze.
"I refuse to let that blood be on only your hands," he said softly. "I want to avoid a fight if we can, but if it comes down to it...then I'll be right there beside you."
// (@axgmented's Ruination Continues From x)
"Why not a lil of both?"
The way it purred out of his mouth would have suggested that he was on the side of stupid. Looks were always deceiving, however. There were plenty of rumors buzzing around; the man wasn't stupid, he had heard what his companions had been saying. This woman was a bad idea.
Taking a seat next to her, he ordered himself another little something to drink. Two simple ingredients, but a favorite of his. Even if only for the name. The group he had walked in with were quiet, taking bets to see how long he would last sitting over there.
"Looked like you could use the comp'ny."
A little wink, and he held up his drink to clink with hers should she have gotten another one. And if not, he merely held it up in a form of salute.
"To Death in the Afternoon!"
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Nervous is the little glaive, yet persistent. Fingers undo the braids curling at the side of his skull, letting her nails gently rake through his hair. She bites her lower lip, picking up the brush and sliding it through soft locks, untangling the knots gently. She goes a step further— washing and conditioning it; heats her palms to dry the damp strands before she’s meticulously braiding it back.
Brush and Braid Nyx's Hair || Always Accepting
@axgmented || Nyx
"That feels nice," Nyx says softly, laying his head back to further enough the feeling of nails lightly scraping at his scalp. It's been too long since someone other than himself had worked on his hair, and he had forgotten just how nice it feels. "I owe ya one. Seriously."
He will figure out exactly how he can repay her later. For now, he will simply enjoy the feeling of his hair being tended to, and let it lull him into a space of calm and relaxation.
Tosses a blueberry at him. Then a cluster of granola.
That blueberry bounces off his shoulder, leaving a dark mar on his otherwise pristine appearance. A slow blink before he's bringing an arm up to shield against a barrage of oats and other honeyed clusters.
"You're going to the laundry mat. You know this, right? I'm not even going to give you gil for it."
Concerned noises. What’s with all the cock talking.
❝ Just some assholes pretendin’ they don’t want their cocks swallowed. It’s pretty pathetic. ❞