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@apernor

@apernor

I wanna write with people who have solo remnant muses? Like write my Yazoo with Kadaj blogs and visa versa -- i want my brothers

MUSE’S HANDWRITING! go ( here ) & pick out a font which resembles your muse’s handwriting the closest.

@thrxxfold​ asked; “Lucky friends you have, how unfortunate you don’t share in their fortune.” Kadaj’s voice was dripping with mock pity. “You can perhaps get out of this in one piece, with her, safe and sound… If you tell us where they’re taking Mother.”

——Frigid winds echo the fury of the northern crater, pouring like a tangible flood of remorse. How very appropriate, Tseng thinks. Go poking around in the wound, expect consequences. Expect teeth, violence. Expect…      Well, this wasn’t what he’d expected.           And although the breath filling his lungs burned, rattled and rasped, his teeth were bloody and bared.       “That’s a piss-poor chip you have there.” His lips spread, into something almost canine, eyes narrow and cold. “Who knows?”

     Tseng laughed, even through the agony of broken ribs. Closed his eyes. The mission came first, always. Elena knew that. Bargaining for her life… she would never let him. Of all his Turks, she would kill him herself before the mission was compromised. They knew what it meant to wear the suit.

                ( I’m sorry, Elena… )

     “You know—” A wretched cough—”The longer you spend here, the chances of you finding her dwindle…” Lashes lift. “Kill us. Because we aren’t telling you shit.”

“Don’t be like that. I don’t want to kill you... Now, I know what you are and I know you’ll be hard to break.” He knelt by Tseng’s side with a smile. “So even if I force you to listen to my brothers kill your friend... You won’t say a word. Isn’t that right?”

As if to emphasise his words, a gunshot rings out from deeper in the crater. Kadaj’s smile widens. 

Half truths? Manipulating the truth so that you're telling a lie that's actually true? MISLEADING - that's the word