#nihildomitor

Even a mother needed a day off. Amber was taking care of Damien for her so Sora could have a well earned break from motherhood. She was just wondering an old haunt of hers, remembering her past life. She wouldn't dream of trading Damien for her old life. She loved her son more than anything in the world. 

It was just so quiet here now as Sora walked towards the bar she used to work at. She was just on maternity leave for now so she could enter when she felt like it. As she entered the bar, the familiar sounds of heavy metal hit her ears. It was bliss to her. 

Lust:a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life

He has none. Ken simply isn’t interested, and while he did make an attempt to form a relationship with Amber once, it ended very badly. It’s a good thing he has no desire for romantic or sexual love, because he isn’t capable of maintaining it. He could barely keep from destroying his platonic relationships, including his partnership with Wormmon.

Envy:a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

An earthquake has ravaged LA Tokyo, our muses are trapped in a collapsed building together until rescue comes.

"Quit panicking." Her sobs only picked up speed and severity. "I said quit your fucking panicking!"

The girl tried to catch her breath, but found it difficult to under Ken's sharp glare. "Wh-when are we getting out of here?"

"I don't know, but it better be real fucking soon. I'm not sitting here listening to your sniveling for any longer than I have to."

She sniffed again, trying to keep her crying quiet so as not to disturb him. Juri had thought she had seen the last of him after that one night at her house, but it was misfortune that led to them going shopping at the same place and time.

And now, they were trapped beneath rubble, his leg caught beneath a steel beam and her confined to the space beside him. At least the pressure hadn't increased yet--as it was now, Ken would emerge with only a bruise.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me "closet" and I'll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

Your number is 5

Just sitting there

Takeru sat across from the girl in the closet. He didn't know who she was or anything but he wasn't in the mood to try anything nor did he really want to. She seemed to not want to do anything either as she sat there. He could kind of make out her figure in the dark but it was only a little and he sighed, leaning back against the wall.