deathlygaze replied: DO IT

      @deathlygaze​ said :   I'd like to know his favourite past       time and if he likes sweets. c:

    . thank u for the ask, friend ! as cliche as it sounds, kayn is usually found training in his down time. he genuinely enjoys to fight and feel the effects of bettering himself, as he has very difficult goals to attain and, well ... he wants to be the best. however if he isn’t training or exercising, he meditates a lot too. it helps keep him grounded, focused, and to get more sleep lol. it also helps him to mentally keep rhaast at bay.

Accidental Affection

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send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours      

The Savior wouldn’t remember it - happily - and surely Vladimir couldn’t take anything he was mumbling seriously tonight.  After that humiliating defeat they had suffered, they would have to leave farther and farther and someone had had the worst idea ever : giving Sylas strong alcohol. Liters and liters of it.

And the worst was he had drunk it all.

The Martyr exhaled a deep satisfied sigh that reeked of booze, throwing his head slightly, eyes usually scanning people and the surrounding like a hawk’s, constantly on alert, now closing out of serenity and drunkenness.

Out of the blue, a large calloused hand, whose wrist was still hidden by those large metallic chains, landed on Vladimir’s thigh. The next second, a drunken burly demacian was leaning down on him, awfully drunk, apparently trying to pronounce words.

Send 🐤 for my muse to make a tweet about yours         

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Unfortunately, it seemed that, despite the long years he had spent observing humans, the gigantic beast still ignored this strange curious tradition they had concerning mistletoe. Therefore, the Pridestalker just stood there, seemingly hugely confused, tremendously even, practically frozen, just staring at the mage with his beastly eyes glowing.

Put ‘Confess!’ plus an accusation about my muse in my ask, and my muse will confess whether it’s true or not!         

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Grimmjow rolled his electric blue eyes, while his maw opened slightly to exhale an annoyed throaty snarl.

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.                        

Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.

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If we assume they are already lovers, it’d have to be a really sad song, probably because they’d fight because Renji would have to stop Vladimir who has fully turned into the entity inhabiting his body and has to be stopped. As the entity is extremely strong, it’d also have to be a very epic music !

(ง'̀-‘́)ง - finding my muse in a bar fight

To be quite honest, Kayden didn’t remember exactly what was said that caused her to walk over to the group of guys at a table on the other side of the bar. One thing led to another, and suddenly her eyes stung and her nose was bleeding. Grinning, she turned to face the group, rolling her shoulders before shrugging off her leather jacket and tossing it to the chair by Vlad she was previously in.

“Oh I see, A tough guy huh? C’mon, let’s see if you can really get it up, or if you’re really just a chicken.” The rose tattoo on her shoulder almost shone in the overhead hanging lights as the room fell quiet.

Until the apparent hot-head out of the four called her a bitch and took a swing. Instantly, Kayden ducked under his arm, punching him in the ribs twice as he stumbled past her. 

Catching the second guys kick, she grinned. Twisting his leg, a sharp snap echoed in the bar. Shoving him back, she blocked the third guys punches. Reaching behind her, she broke a bottle over his head, slamming her palms against his ear. Watching him stumble backwards, she grinned as she heard Vlad and the girls chanting from the bar.

 Blood splattered against the tables, her own ran from her nose, falling in drops from her chin as she ducked and dodged the mens’ heavy and sloppy attacks. Her own, fast, sharp, sneaking past their defenses and brutally breaking bones, showed a certain control she had. Even with four drinks in her system, she didn’t let herself get sloppy.

In a manner of a few minutes, Kayden stood, breathing a little heavier than normal, the four men on the floor around her, groaning her in pain. Standing in front of the one who swung first, she swiftly kicked him in the face, bone crunching as the steel toe of her boot hit his nose and cheek. “You’ll want to stay down for the night. Unless you want your arms broken two.”