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[pvachypessa-archive]

The princess was walking on her kingdom, her clothes were different. Oh she chose to sneak out of the palace, but didn't know that she was being followed by the gaurds of her father the most loyal to him, his bullies as she calls them following the disguised princess from close, even wanting to take off her costume so she would get in troubles with her father. But oh, she even had money from the palace with her, so she stole from her father to give it to the hungry' oh. PATHETIC.

their eyes went to the female as she approached another blonde with a soft smile her her features

❝ Take it. You need it more. I don't need this to be happy, but seeing that the king allows this... it hurts my heart. so let me just help you, help all of you, you all deserve it ❞

Said the princess as she took out the money from the bag trying to make the limbless (@spoocys-glade-of-dreams ) to take it, but it ended up with her being screamed at of being a thief. She wasn't! it belonged to her! but how can she say that she is the princess?. She can't so she just steps back from the guards.

[bluef00t]

Atomic Robo and the Vengeful Dead, in which Alan imprints like a duckling on the single Tesladyne employee less sane than his own dad

[iedolon]

.𖥔 ₊ ˚ : 𝐈𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

wearing the white flower of a blameless life, before a thousand peering littlenesses, in that fierce light which beats upon a throne, and blackens every blot: for where is he, who dares foreshadow for an only son a lovelier life, a more unstained, than his?

[criticalfai1ure]

hugo continues rattling the bars of his cage, so i guess who wants to plot with him?

[sunugf]

SU SU SU SUPER NOVA !!!

[nanasshii]

is the dash bg3 pilled again?

[saiakv]

Cont from x. / @distortedkilling

In the very distant past, the onmyoji can faintly recall a time when curses had been a topic of ever expanding interest. Those days were part of a different world, at a time when their understanding of life was so frugal; for they were still tiny, as a snake after its first few sheds. And their first incarnations had palmed at the concept in an exploratory fashion as instinctively as the newborn cradles its own limbs. On one part of the scale, a cursed spirit was much more potent than mundane creatures to explore — and yet they were so limited in every other way. So they would invest in prying, prodding, stretching them thin as a thread and weaving them anew until one day, they had exhausted every plausible outcome.

Curses were just a byproduct, in the end.

And yet Kenjaku noticed the skin they wore reflexively shiver with this one's manifestation. That hunch prompts them to move aside; but it is a step that was never taken. To the onlooker, it happens within seconds; a bundle of hair and flesh taking form out of the nothingness and then the hungry palm reaches out to steal life from god's grip. A sudden lunge forth has the disheveled spirit close the distance between them. And for once, Mahito's touch connects.

The robes scrunch around his fingers, giving shape to Geto's form. Unmoving, the sorcerer lets him feel hard skin under the fabrics, lets him relish in that glimmer of hope ; he touched him! A resounding silence falls heavy over the scene. The seconds afforded to broaden this poor creature's understanding of the situation ( Kenjaku considers it generous on his part ) stretch between them in what feels like an eternal staredown; tranquility swimming in that amethyst gaze and Mahito staring back like a rabid animal thrashing itself against the cage.

And then— a palm rakes through unruly tufts of grey-white and settles on the spirit's head — in the same way one might pat their dog. As if pulled up by invisible threads, the corners of his lips curl, until they pull back to reveal the wolf's teeth. Kenjaku's smile is as carefree as always.

❝ What's the problem, Mahito? You can't possibly be that upset over something you had foreseen. ❞ The tender touch is a stark juxtaposition to the gravity holding Mahito down like an invisible anchor around the neck. If he wanted to be honest, the sorcerer had not predicted this reaction. Every curse in the user's arsenal is perfectly subdued and non-violent towards its captor. And albeit that smidgen of surprise was perfectly concealed under mock affection, Kenjaku was intrigued.

❝ I have removed your autonomy when it comes to transfiguring others by curbing your cursed energy to about ten percent of the output you reached after fighting Yuji Itadori. ❞ The explanation is almost blatantly dry. His gaze lingers on the curse's face for a moment longer, wondering if Mahito would keep testing his patience. ❝ You can still alter the shape of your soul, though. ❞ Subtly, his fingers curl around a strand of hair, knowing the curse can do naught but stay prostrated and at most resist the pull when he gently urges him to turn aside and witness the lock on that box.

❝ Turn yourself into a key for me. ❞

[rengineer]

" ... M'got a call that they're back. "

Not sure what happened... Everyone just up and vanished one day. Dead, maybe. Dunno. Didn’t really care, either. It felt like an eternity had passed since then — like time itself had stretched out and snapped back. He'd almost forgotten about them until that phone rang, asking for backup.

[resonette]

dont want to work so i think today i will put together a timeline of all of seren's lives and the order they're in because i just think they're neat

[insufferablemonsters]

𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @paranormaljunction.

caroline  immediately  felt  regretful  for  the  way  she  thoughtlessly  responded  to  star.  she  didn't  mean  any  ill-will  with  her  words  of  concern.  they  were  just  that   —   concern.  the  last  thing  she'd  ever  want  is  to  see  star  slip  down  a  slope  she  wouldn't  be  able  to  recover  from  and  do  things  that  she'd  never  be  able  to  take  back;  like  hurting  someone  she  really  cared  about.  ❝  i'm  sorry,  star.  i  didn't  mean  to  come  at  you  like  that.  everyone  makes  mistakes  ...  ❞  she  stated  with  sincerity.  after  apologizing,  caroline  didn't  hesitate  to  kneel  down  and  help  her  friend  cover  up  the  accidental  murder  because  that's  what  friends  were  for,  right? caroline's  eyes  widen  a  bit  at  star's  next  sudden  words.  she  stopped  moving  and  sat  for  a  moment,  ❝  him?  as  in  him  him?  as  in  the  guy  that  did  this  to  you?  ❞  she  asked,  looking  down  at  the  body  then  back  at  the  other  female  vampire.  she  swallowed  thickly,  mostly  out  of  nervousness.  all  she  knew  about  the  man  she  was  talking  about  was  what  she  was  told;  he  was  a  bad  guy,  humanity  off,  and  couldn't  care  less  of  others.  the  total  opposite  of  them  both,  which  meant  caroline  wanted  him  out  of  mystic  falls  for  as  long  as  she  could  help  it.  ❝  do  you  think  he  knows  where  you  are?  ❞  she  asked,  head  tilted  a  bit  as  she  pondered  the  possibilities.  when  star  began  to  break  down  as  she  spoke  about  her  past  traumas,  she  didn't  hesitate  to  bring  her  in  for  a  warm,  friendly  embrace,  only  wanting  to  comfort  her  and  ensure  her  that  she  was  safe.  ❝  it's  okay,  i'm  here  for  you,  every  step  of  the  way.  i  promise,  okay?  ❞  she  reassured  her  with  a  soft  voice.  she  hugged  her  tight,  ❝  if  he  showed  up,  we'll  show  him  who's  boss.  ❞

[goddessrisen]

       irritation  warred  with  amusement  as  the  petite  soloist  stared  down  the  other,  piercing  eyes  narrowed  in  suspicion.  plush  lips  parted  as  she  attempted  to  respond,  though  it  died  before  it  ever  truly  formed.  a  quiet, disbelieving  huff  was  her  only  response  as  she  finally  leaned  back,  eyes  rolling  as  she  did. by the gods, did kayn test her patience.

       " gods  above,  darling...  are  you ever  capable  of  being  quiet    ??    or  am  i  just  special    ??    actually,  don't  even answer  that.  you've  tested  my  patience  enough  already.  "    a  delicate  hand  raised,  pinching  the  bridge  of  her  nose  as  she  noisily  sighed.  hyeon-seung  peered  up  at  @withinchains  through  her  lashes,  nose  wrinkling.   " fine.  you  may  ask  me  your  question,  but    get.    to.    the.    point.  "

x

[stillsolo]

@oflightsbeam 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: " thank you for not asking questions. "

              ❝𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺,❞  solo muttered, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder at the shifting sea of wandering faces.  the lively buzz of overlapping conversations encompassed them as he scanned the swarming marketplace, probing for any signs of certain figures trailing too closely behind.  they drifted between stray heaps of discarded starship parts and vendors peddling packaged deals: salvaged vehicles complete with unmarked astromech droids and suspicious upgrades typically worth a fortune in the core worlds.

han pivoted just as two familiar sullustans emerged from the crowd for a fourth count, this time with an additional handful of armed rodians lumped into the mix.   kraat.   so maybe his little intervention wasn’t so ‘little’ after all, and maybe it was high time he turned heel and made for the ’falcon.  he really should’ve known better than to stop by on tholatin without chewbacca in tow.  much as his corellian pride wanted to believe he would be fine roaming the galaxy on his own, unpleasant encounters had a propensity to happen more often than not, especially when there wasn’t a walking, growling, wroshyr tree for a companion at his side.

after all, he’d tangoed with his fair share of criminal syndicates in both the inner and outer rim, and it wasn’t his first time chancing upon a band of krocho on tholatin.  criminals here weren’t the worst breed around, but they certainly held first prize for being the most petty.  han would bet good credits that the greedy bastards from earlier took every slight like a mark for death and simmered over years-old grudges even on their death beds…  hell, it was almost like being back home.  suppressing a snort at the thought, han pressed forward with a curt gesture that hopefully conveyed urgency more than impatience.

❝just happened to be in the right place at the right time is all.  ’sides, ain’t like i could resist playing hero…  you’re a real sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.❞  solo flicked her a crooked grin once they cruised past a gaggle of drunken spacers.

              ❝tough job, i know.  but someone’s gotta do it.❞

[crimesoughtarchive]

Hehe I should play fallout tomorrow and make cassian.

[criticalfai1ure]

once again rotating around with august losing his hand.

[polardestiny]

hey besties, can we just talk? can we talk about frankie w a blackout half sleeve? i want to talk.

[tangerinesour]

at any given moment i am thinking of the feral supernatural version of my muses.