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      HEY, I’VE BEEN AFK.
you can blame 2 new blogs &
finals week for that. not even JUST
finals week, because all the work 
building UP to this point was too 
much on my shoulders too. my last 
test is tomorrow, so i’ll try to get back
in the mood for my sweet Lumoir, here.
if you like Nero from DMC4, here.
and if you like Rick & Morty, here.


just–space: “Smoke ring for a halo - star system DI Cha js”

just–space:

Smoke ring for a halo - star system DI Cha

js

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s c r e a m s t o  N T H   d e g r e e 



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veldini:

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‘ My name is Ratchet. And you are ? ’ he asks, his ears flicked up, picking up distinct sounds from around him. The female reminded him of his friend Talwyn  — except she was more… tomboyish. ‘ I hope I didn’t hurt you, did I ? ’

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                    ❝ Ratchet ! hello ! I am Lumoir, of Plykm. your fluff, Ratchet ;
                                                          it is so nice ! –and your ears and your tail !!  ❞

               She is amused – no – AMAZED suited better wording. she’s far too occupied now to even remember their messy meeting. while her projection may have been quite poor, she was ecstatic to be meeting & making yet another foreign acquaintance. the last otherworldly being she’s had the pleasure to meet was her own father; so, so long ago. –Oh. and another grumpy blue person, but that’s a story for another time ( maybe ). 


cutthrcat:

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       touches upon him; fragile weight curving o’er his brings exhalation
       to his lips ; as if warmth & adoration lull assassin into ( relaxing. )
       exhaustion pulls lids & tinges steely gaze, so faint are the whispers
       touching air. he speaks of his ( day ), succinct yet telling. those lids
       fall to blanket sight whilst back of index traces a path over dainty
       cheek. neck cranes & lips brush lightly o’er hers.

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                  tentatively responding to everything she could; he needed to know
she was interested—-she WAS. these dark themes - blood, gore, death … they are foreign; yet has she ever had to experience any of these aspects, save for death ( though mother’s DEATH was peaceful – natural. a mystery - but peaceful nonetheless ). she is learning. AVIDLY. it EXCITES her to learn these things – especially from HIM. soft, barely audible sigh of sheer glee slips at sheepish meeting of lips; a brief exchange of warm breath as lips press softly, yet firm against his. moments would pass, & she’d open her eyes again, albeit glazed with slacken joy to match shy smile – – & she’d kiss him again.


txrc:

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( Short circuit. )

Could you like/reblog this if you’re cool with interacting with a fandomless cyborg oc? I’m looking for more people to roleplay with and I would appreciate it a ton if this gets around!!!


I looked at him and saw the peace I’ve been craving.

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