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drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

CHAOSSSSSSS <3 its been sm years being mutuals w u and i love every min of it

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drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

i am so late but this is SO SWEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!! i adore u<3

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hey girl can i interest you in a 🔫 ?

i sure am very interested in ,,, what u call em. pew pews?

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impromptu absence sowie </3

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tried cutting down my muse list last night and it didn’t budge an inch

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ashiro mina my beloved u have my whole heart

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idk how to be normal katseye just did a monster high collab

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if i have to see one more edit of jjk to soda pop w someone exploding or being shot im taking MYSELF out and making it everyone’s problem

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finally continuing cyberpunk: edgerunners

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thinking about draculaura and cleo de nile on this fine day

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being deaf in public is so embarassing sometimes bc why am i in the gym with my flash going off from notifs and gym patrons think im taking flash photography of everyone

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the self-proclaimed thanos approached him and he had half a mind to throttle him. the aftermath of the game had left them all frenzied, bloodied. did they exist in a purgatory where the lives taken by their own hands would be exempt in the real world, or would it follow them to haunt ? jiyoung mostly kept to himself, hanging by the beds, people-watching. it was easier that way, not to get attached, not to make this twisted nightmare into something tangible. “ you know what playing one more game means, right ? ” silken baritone, steady, arms folded over his chest as studied him. but jiyoung was skilled at remaining as indifferent as he could manage, as unreadable, both in the expression of his face and the delivery of his words. “ you could die in the next game and never see your money. ”

starter call ... @avichor .

❛ heeeey , ❜ drags the word out as if it would make a difference , make the other feel as if they are some kind of friends . thanos doesnt know anyone in here ( well , except nam - su & fucking myung - gi ) now , however , theyre stirring the pot . they want to leave , they want to go home ! - thanos doesnt . he needs the money . takes it upon himself to try and convince everyone else to stay [ ONE LAST GAME ! ] ❛ you know , if we play one more game , we'll have so much more money . ❜ more than enough to pay his debts ... ❛ youre gonna vote circle , right ? can i trust you ? ❜

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it was baffling watching a bureaucracy scramble to get itself back on its feet. society was fragile by nature, a full construct only as strong as its people. and piltover was weak, finally crumbling at the foundation after generations of building off a fractured starting point. caitlyn had read about the rise and fall of empires, but it was different living through a graceless collapse. one of regret and misery and reluctancy. all the deaths and bloodstained pavements would do little in inciting change. viktor's failed subsumption of their world had provided a small window of momentum, to which caitlyn had wanted to utilize it, wield it. but even she would find that her naivety had room for growth, still believing things to be easier than they truly were. that the prejudice didn't run as deep as it really did. it showed in the council meetings, and it showed as the members' demeanors changed the more she spoke out in favor of zaun, in trying to bring attention back to the two-fold politics.

the small whiff of the cigarettes was already so strong unlit that caitlyn fought the urge to wrinkle her nose just by reflex. she had previously been leaning against the doorway as though she still tested the boundaries with sevika. she knew better than to assume comfort. but by then, she'd already navigated inside, looking around as if she weren't sure she would have taken it upon herself to decorate. the thought nearly made her laugh. her focus centered back as vi's name entered the small gaps of silence, and she blinked. “ physical-wise, she's doing better than most. healing quickly, recuperating. ” her gaze flickered towards the cigarettes again and lightly shook her head, in remembering her manners, in dulled appreciation of the gesture.

she slid into one of the seats opposite to the desk, shoulders shrugging as she added, “ she's determined. ” it was all she said in the matter of jinx. part of her knew there was a guilt in being alive. “ i don't suppose you have heard anything, either. ”

most days, she can’t decide what she feels towards @kirammn. since she was shoved unceremoniously into the role of councilor, she vacillates between knowing they’re both treading water and complete, utter, fucking hate.

hate, of course, is the simpler option. it’s easy to hate them all, when they drag their feet on referendums and amendments and proposals that would take the whelp of the twin cities that much closer to prospering—easy to hate caitlyn, especially, because she’s just… there.

she has to look at the rest of the council damned near every day, but caitlyn only ever lurks at the fringe, observing, occasionally commenting, using the weight of her house to sway things one way or the other. most often, she’s used it in sevika’s favor, which had been hard to swallow and harder to stomach when it kept happening.

today, in her office (that she has an office at all even in the bowels of this place astounds her—they’ve put her here to keep her out of sight, out of mind) she stares at caitlyn and wonders at the sight of her: lean and hungry, nothing like her counterpart, holding herself chin up and staring right back at sevika with one eye like she thinks it’ll do something.

sevika opens the drawer of her desk and draws out her case of cigarettes, the lighter alongside it. both get placed atop the desk—a sort of peace offering, if only because she thinks it’d be funny to see a woman like kiramman smoke in a place where they’re really not meant to, anyways. for her part, she doesn’t give a fuck about the stench, or the risk of setting off any alarms, offending anyone’s sensibilities.

to the point: “how’s @voilent?”

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judge from hell got confirmed for a second season and i just now found out . i wILL starting screaming

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the sun burned differently here, stronger and brighter, whereas lenore could have built a tolerance she was now starting over and square one. she could feel her head ringing, regrets forming. she should have considered the apothecary's offer to bring along some of the skin tonics. some cream. was said to act as barrier for the sun. but she was foolishly arrogant about it. the small shade the tower offered was reprieve enough and she was purposeful about how she huddled beneath it, careful not to step outside of range. the back of her head was hot to the touch, fair skin warm and sensitive. it should have been the least of her worries. “ you remember my name. how sweet. ” velveted syllabics, saccharined. a whisper of a purr in her tone. she was deliberate the manner of her inspection, how carmines danced over their features, head to toe. as if needing that assurance that they were, in fact, the person of interest in lenore's endeavors. she had travelled so far, she would have simply ceased to exist had it all been for naught.

“ i could have come for a meeting of pleasantries, don't doubt me. ” faux offense washed over her countenance, a small pout forming over plush petals. the small crinkle in the corner of her lips indicated her lack of seriousness, the small dramatics in her tone airing out. “ my dear leitha. ” she cooed, slender digits reaching up to pull down the back of her hood to reveal fiery, auburn locks, slightly frizzed from friction under the hooded fabric. tiresome aside, lenore had ensured herself presentable. not that she was entirely certain it mattered to them. her gaze flickered towards the door that had been shut, noting the guarded stance, head tilting to the side the slightest. “ am i not welcome ? ” hardly any hostility in tone, more so curiosity, arms folded over her chest as a pointer gestured in their general direction. “ my journey was long and arduous. i bring gifts. well — not gifts-gifts, but they are something. and i am very hot. sweltering, actually. i may pass out. ” she blinked, lashes fluttering, the request left unsaid.

     𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ... reparable to silence, filling empty halls and the corridors of their heart, left behind is an unmade bed, unkempt bedchamber. hefty their lonesome is, comparable to being blindsided by your own distortion, how sought adventures are now merely, sitting, bottled in glass cases that surround them, patiently awaiting, silently watching. they hardly bother taking them out of their cages, prior to feeling like a child playing with a new toy, now dimmed &. flickering candlelight dances across the weary shadows over their features. they have not been outside in ... a while. the torture of the magician, a witch stewing over their cauldron, the search of the occult starting with an ancient tome; all while sitting by a simmering (dying) fire. it has been long, since the threat of passing time exuded itself through boredom, fingers expectant make haste to grip onto the inner door handle that opens to guest now present.

the smiling, eager, visage of the wizard falters, reddened silk falls past the entryway, sweetened scent and honeyed tone attempts to make them believe in a damsel in distress. they should know better now. ❛ ah. lenore. ❜ it's almost spoken in a whisper, and it sounds much to close to benevolence. perhaps pity should gnaw its way into their gaze, but how it merely wanders over softened expression, and almost brings them to chuckle at how she plays her sweet pretend. they merely clear their throat and enclose the door from where they step out into dimming daylight, to touch against their shoulder blades, barring access ( or perhaps, they don't want her to see the mess they've made. how embarrassing. fuck. ) posture straightens, though the tilt of their head is indication enough: how did she find them this time? and why has she come to them of all people? after everything that has happened? ❛ yes, you've found me once again. i - hm. i suppose you did not come for a meeting of pleasantries? must you ask something egregious of me once more? ❜

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“ of course, you don't. ” inej took the response as easily as one might breathe in the fresh air of the morning gusts of wind, or the first sip of warm milk in the quiet of the night. it went down easy, no surprises, nothing scorching hot or icily cold to the touch. whatever temperature the girl had decided to throw the wraith's way, she had no resistance towards it. there were very little in ketterdam that inej did not possess at least some semblance of knowledge of. secrets were putty in her hand, she made do with what she could. jyn was just one of the many puzzle pieces she worked at putting together, and though she had long gathered she would never get the full picture, she just needed something. she would spend the entire trip vying for anything that could be proven useful. it was not a lie that she was, indeed, meeting someone. it would not be a useless endeavor, but it was more a cover than anything.

she pulled her knees to her chest to make for more space, the rattling of loose screws and chains fading into a white noise. she took her time in replying. they had all night. and in the short amount of time, she had learned that saying little went a long way. she could push and prod, but it'd only ever force jyn to retreat. very much like someone she knew intimately, or wanted to know intimately. if she thought any further on it she would grow frustrated. so she just leaned her head back the slightest to take in a breath, feel as the air hit her lungs and then exit. “ no, i'm tired. my energy has been drained. ” one eye opened to peek at her, brow arching, knowing she was watched. “ what exactly were you thinking ? ” it would sound accusatory, like chastisement, but instead it was neutrally delivered, as though asking about the weather. to this, she also doesn't expect anything.

interesting. jyn wouldn't have bet that this is an unsanctioned mission that the wraith has decided to undertake. from the time she's spent in ketterdam, both observing and working with the dregs, this in itself feels unusual ; it's rare that she ever sees ghafa stray so far from brekker's side -- unless she's doing some sort of work on his behalf. in response, she only rolls her eyes, allowing this moment of pettiness to pass by without a verbal retort. she has the entire train ride to put the pieces together -- and maybe longer, if the other woman is actually serious on making good on her threat promise to accompany her. jyn crosses arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to the side in thought. unlike ghafa, she stays a safe distance from the edge, not uninterested in flirting with death so callously at the current moment. there will be enough time for that later.

" i don't care, " she replies with a shrug, leveling her with an even look. it doesn't matter to her whether or not someone believes her lies because the outcome remains the same regardless : she's not going to tell them, no matter how much they try to wheedle it out of her. ( and if she's honest, sometimes it's almost better when people know she's hiding something -- it's fun watching them squirm. ) at ghafa's admission -- not much, but something -- jyn raises an unimpressed brow. she's made no promises to give anything up in return ; she won't be baited into this trap that ghafa has attempted to lay here. she'll likely find out the answer sooner rather than later, anyway. " nice try, " she says. " anything else up your sleeve ? "

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Nam Joo hyuk ✧ Vigilante 1x02