#firstguard

First Meeting Meme: Fantasy Edition

Send a symbol and I’ll write a starter for our Muses meeting…

@firstguard​​

🎉 when one invites the other to help them complete a quest

They tilted their head to the side, surprised to hear such a request. What could they do? Their magic was rather unstable and they had no idea if they could be of any use. Sure..death was not permanent regardless but it still hurt. Something about this one felt odd as well...they couldn’t pin point what it was though.

“ Are you sure?...I’ll try my best to be helpful to you though! “

“I’d heard reports of a little worm crawling amongst the boiling isles. To see it’s you though, well, can’t say I’m the least bit surprised.”

With artificial staff in hand, Belos looked before him at the mere mirage of a person he may have known long ago. His knuckles grew white under his gloves as the grip on his staff tightened, but quickly loosened in order to contain the irritation and disgust bubbling within his stomach. No time for that one, Philip. He thought. Be lucky no one can see you make such weak responses to these situations.

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(I’m sorry if I missed any! 😣 I consider all of you my dear friends❤❤)

     Is it so much to ask that he be left alone in the few moments he manages to scratch out for himself. Afterall, it’s not as if they don’t share every other fucking thing.

            “Checkin’ up on me, King?”

     He sits up from the roof he’s been laying against, eyes falling from where they’d been fixed on the night sky as he flashes his keeper a dark smirk over his shoulder.

❝ What are you? A dark spirit, a human? ❞   Her tone could have been more DIPLOMATIC. Brash, impulsive, head-strong and spat from between her teeth as if coated in saccharine poison.   ❝ Well, whatever you are, you’re kind of pissing off the local spirit life. For starters, it’d be a big help if you wouldn’t bring weapons like that here. ❞  

the taste of blood hit his tongue. slightly metallic, slightly sweet. pained && choked noises escaped from the person beneath him, inhaling sharply with every bite. ogihci’s own host was lying down under him as the hollow ate pieces of him away. red stained his teeth && he felt pleasure travel through his veins that it made him shiver once in awhile. looking down at his meal again, ichigo was staring at him ( possibly in anger, in hatred ... it was too masked in pain to tell ) && ogihci couldn’t help but grin down at him. before speaking, he gave one last lick to the torn out body parts.

WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE, BUT RISE AGAIN, STRONGER AND HARDER.