Not this again!

tigerinthefire:

- Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.

- Leave a “Love Me” in my ask and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.

- Leave a “Break Me” in my ask and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.

- Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in my ask and I’ll will write our characters kissing.

(Feel free to request multiples!)

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motherwillknow:

The Remnant ignored her. Not purposefully mind you, he simply was enthralled with her hair. He caught a curl and pulled it gently. Releasing it to watch it fall back into place. A grin reminiscent of a child’s spread over his face, Dual Hound on his left arm was idle as he played with the hair with the trigger hand.

She shuddered with revulsion and stepped back, slapping the all too friendly hand away with her own. The other slid the folded blade from the sheathe where it slumbered. A flick of the wrist and the blazefire saber spread it’s wings. Her feet spread apart slightly, knees bending, and she settled into a fighting stance. “How dare you!” The note of outrage rang in her voice as she addressed the silver haired male.

reactioniconrequests:

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motherwillknow:

farron-orage started following you

The Remnant paused as he looked at this woman. He ignored her weapon and simply looked upon her with feline green eyes. He reached up and approached, hulking as always. Coming close enough to gently touch the pink curls of her hair, fascinated by it.

Her stance held, one gloved hand resting against the hilt of her weapon. If she felt threatened enough Lightning wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate with deadly force. Pools of blue locked with the almost animalistic gaze, yet she didn’t falter. Size and everything considered the soldier still felt that she’d be the triumph over this strange man. “What do you want?” She spoke, her voice snappy, it seemed to project as more of a statement rather than a question. The femme fatale wasn’t one for idle banter, especially not when regarding strangers.

blackmage-lulu:

The black clad woman was far from intimidated by the other, nor was she impressed by her seemingly hard demeanour, she had met and conversed with far worse. As the pink-haired woman gave her name, a dark brow arched slightly. “And what brings you to my home?” Though many new comers had been appearing of late, and none had seemed to be a threat, it was still her duty to protect the islanders.

“If only I knew.” She snorted, nostrils flaring in a slight irritation at her entire situation. Truth be told, she had no clue where she was or how she ended up in this other world. It was nothing like what she was accustomed to. Brows twitched as she scanned her surroundings, her attention not trailing from the femme before her yet she felt an inner need to gather more information without resorting to speaking more than necessary. Conversing with the enemy wasn’t how she was trained and in an unfamiliar place like this everyone was the enemy.

blackmage-lulu:

A dry laugh escapes the mage, it would seem that this warrior woman is much like herself. Unwilling to give information to strangers, though the tone is not appreciated. Folding her arms loosely, she shifts her weight once more. “Lulu—Now who are you?” The mage matches the woman’s tone with equal aplomb.

Fingers twitched in slight irritation before the pads of delicate, yet deadly digits rubbed against the underside of her chin. Both eyes bored into the female before her, trying to figure out what her game was. The soldier didn’t feel threatened, but there was no reason to drop her guard here. ” — name’s Lightning.” The reply was sharp and with it she offered no more than the most basic of information to the other.

blackmage-lulu:

The mage regarded the pink-haired warrior woman through guarded crimson pools. Shifting her weight, she gave her a brief nod, bodkins making a soft sound with the motion. “Who are you?” The stoics tone was smooth as she spoke.

Vapor blue hues regarded the origin of the voice with a stone curiosity, the soldier’s ears perked and she shifted her weight before folding slender arms across her chest. “Identify yourself.” She spoke with a cold tone, stern and commanding as ever. Lightning wasn’t one to betray her own identity without asking questions of her own first, an inquisitive veil hung over a well-honed militant visage.

[Thank you, Aqua-mod. I appreciate the warm welcome I’ve received thus far.]

1. zeru-din started following you
2. turklight started following you
3. ridexorxdie started following you
4. coded-knowledge started following you

ϟ before the storm;

Thank you for all the follows, I look forward to getting to know all of you. Apologies in advance for not posting something in character.