#lawfulbullets

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Their Swain is a Masterpiece, hands down~.  Truly, I’m sincerely in love with their headcanons, art, ideas & how they bring him alive in every word they place with such talent & amazing grace. 

I really love how their writing is so poetically & elegantly placed while still being able to portrait demonic situations from time to time. They are capable of knowing how perfectly dance in their words and slowly form the scene in your minds with such perfection is highly fascinating. One can truly feel drown into what’s happening & into the deepest cores of the Grand General while still holding some sort of mystery that only makes you crave for more and more. 

I honestly find interesting the little details they give to their Swain: like his eyes, his talon-like nails & the way his shadow can reflect the wings of the Raven. Those tiny facts make the character even more richer & interesting. It’s quite enjoyable to see the little differences they put in :3c

To this I also include the music, the development, the aesthetics, the facts, all in their portrayal is fantastic ♥ & I find truly enjoyable to write with them of course! My LeBlanc is quite adoring of that little innocent sparrow turned into raven; nyehehe >:3c... besides, I also adore reading their replies to things cause hey, they are great & even better than many fics I have read including Swain. They do a super good job UvU

“Don’t trust them, Rakan. They’re just hungry for poultry.”

@lawfulbullets​ inquired :  "I would lower your weapon if I were in your place." Her rifle was aimed at him, the finger on the trigger, ready to pull at any moment at the next wrong move of her target. "I don't want any trouble, just have a few questions. But I need you to put down your weapons first."

A HAND INSTINCTIVELY raises to block out the spotlight piercing his body. It was only a matter of time until the local law enforcement caught wind of a stranger in this techno-monolith of a city. Crux wore not his armor or robes, but a long hooded coat and breeches. He bore not his usual shortsword and shuriken, but a set of knives. For the time being, he was no masked assassin; but the foreigner.

One eye closed, he looks down to the other vagabond: the man he was currently tracking for his OWN agenda. Both were pretty cut up from their own encounter. He gauges his options: he could shadow dash out, but that would reveal his identity maybe. He could just make a run for it by foot, and be taken down by force; the law probably had him surrounded in this alley. Nothing is good here.

oh my I got a lot more of these trophy memes than I expected... thank you friends for the encouragement so i’m just gonna tag everyone to this post xd

The maven’s eyes closed as she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the freed hostages. Her white-knuckled grip on her instrument loosened as the officer approached. Sona nodded at the other’s question. While she was not exactly eager to have a conversation with this woman, she wanted to help.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

☂️ - shelter my muse.

yet another symbol meme. - accepting ||

«It’s fine, Miss... I enjoy the rain. At least I won’t get sick by exposing myself like that...»

The Rakkor murmured while the Sheriff managed to put an umbrella over her drenched figure. Some of her raven locks were tacked to her face, making look her like a black drowned rat. But, she was joyful still. She’d always enjoyed the feeling of the raindrops running over her skin and clothes, and she couldn’t figure out why those “modern” people were like repulsive toward it.