#⧕ — ‹ v.??? ; undecided ›

[greatgoddyke]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[switchblade-serenade]

(delete later)

[luminescenc1e]

There was something quietly lethal in the way her eyes widened, catching the joke he’d made as though it were something more than idle wordplay. Endearing, yes—deliciously so. And yet, beneath it all, dangerous. She was a honeytrap, as lethal as she was beguiling, and Rupert, in a rare fit of conscience, found himself wanting to be… good. God help him, it was almost novel. Of course, Rupert knew that “good” was a concept as alien as moderation in his particular world. His life was composed of taking what he wanted, when he wanted it, and leaving the remnants to gather dust somewhere unimportant.

The others had drifted out, but he stayed. The murmur of voices from the next room blended into a distant hum, and the allure of this moment—just the two of them alone in the kitchen—became a fine distraction from the meeting he was surely meant to attend. Every fiber of sense he possessed insisted he walk away. But there he stood, resisting.

Rupert made his promise; he’d done remarkably well at it, too. He’d kept his hands (mostly) to himself, played his part with almost ridiculous restraint. He caught her eye, a glimmer of mischief flickering behind his own as he muttered, “You really shouldn’t believe anything I say.” It was both jest and plain truth, the sort of flippant confession he’d perfected over years of carefully calculated charm.

He took in the array of carefully assembled hors-d’oeuvres she’d put together. Exquisite. And so tempting—like her. “You’ve taken on too much again, haven’t you?” he murmured, watching her carefully, as though she were a particularly delightful puzzle. “You deserve a break. Perhaps I could take you out for a drive, let you see a bit more of the countryside. Or, better yet, you could escape to town, spend time with people closer to your own age.”

He moved closer, almost as if against his will, stopping at the counter and drawing himself up short. “I’d hate for all this—” he paused, gesturing with one hand, “to make you dreadfully bored.”

continued from here with @ve1ljumpers

[thatwasawkward-abiography]

Just in case this is enough to sway even just one person to vote:

- no powerful person ever got “told” or influenced by someone /not/ voting. They don’t know or care if you don’t vote. You just give your power to the oppressor.

- I am a queer woman who hopes to one day have children. If Trump is elected, and his abortion bans go into place, they will not differentiate between medically necessary prenatal procedures, miscarriages, and abortions. All will likely be criminalized to a degree that many women will die instead of receiving care, and if we survive, could face criminal charges and potentially lose the right to vote if they make it a felony.

- the climate crisis is here. It’s fucking 80 degrees in November for gods sake. If we don’t take it seriously, and Trump won’t, we can say goodbye to life as we know it. It’ll be extreme temperatures, severe drought, high intensity and devastating natural disasters. The world most vulnerable populations will be the ones to suffer the most.

- so many people all over the world do not get the opportunity to vote. They aren’t given that power by their countries, they are counting on us to sway global powers in the direction of progress. If you don’t vote, you’re giving up that power.

- there are apparently a lot of people in the USA who are fueled by bigotry and hatred. Do not just step back and give the country over to them. Step up and say, actually, we care about each other here. We are going to do everything we can to fight for policies that reflect that.

Elect Harris/Walz and then fight like hell to keep them accountable.

[emry-stars-art]

In my earlier design of Laila she was the shortest of the four main tsc characters but now the vibes have me indecisive again (and I can't remember if this was addressed in canon) so I'm curious:

(I'd be fine to hear if it is stated in canon but this poll is about YOUR OPINION, what did you imagine for Cat and Laila whether you have read tsc or not)

[mallfoii]

The hallway adjacent to the music room was luckily empty as they walked there. He did not want any more prying eyes or nosy little girls sticking their faces where it does not belong. “ Pansy told me about what happened. ” Keep it vague, make sure that she knows what you’re talking about, but beyond that, do not reveal anything else. “ I’m guessing that you might want to get something out of this obviously lucrative situation. So… ”

Pulling out a leather wallet with his initials out of the inner pocket of his jacket, Draco opened it. He always had some money there, the school was far away from the nearest city, so it was useful to have some cash, but he made sure to get more especially for today. “ Considering that you need it. So name the price, let us be over and done with this, so we can go back to not having any connections whatsoever, as intended. ”

It wasn’t the first time that Pansy was in trouble, it wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t matter. They looked out for each other, it was the same with Theo and Blaise. Same thing since they were kids, and he was be darned if he let some random welfare nobody mess anything up, just because she was at the wrong place - wrong time.

plotted started for @mugglebrn <3

[raenef]

Happy Birthday ♥

[aro-aizawa]

bc the last poll was inconclusive

[halfdent]

KITTY NYGMA 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

Taking  a  drag  of  their  cigarette  ,  he  scoffs  at  the  outlandishness  &&  innocence  of  the  question  .  He'll  humor  her  .

❝   Do  I  believe  in  GHOSTS  ?  ❞   Reiterating  it  more  for  himself  than  for  her  if  he  was  honest  with  himself  .  He  has  seen  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  ,  𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒  ,  but  a  real  ghost  is  a  man  who  has  abandoned  part  of  himself  to  become  something  else  .

❝    NO  .  There's  nothing  superficial  after  death  ,  only  rebirth  ,  if   that's  what  fate  has  decided  for  them   .   ❞     He  cannot  help  but  wonder  what  prompted  the  question  ,  turning  his  head  at  the  question  .  ❝    Do  you / @cataclysmgrcve believe  in  GHOSTS  ?   ❞   

[xbasement-baitx]

Might do a graveyard silhouette anklet tattoo?

[shaeridan]

@startold i'm not even sorry

❛ isn't it just the strangest thing? ❜ laura glances towards the brunette, having just taken her place by her side. they're alone in her bedroom, the moon brightly shining through the window and its beams hit the other woman in a way that makes her seem so much more beautiful. carmilla's always beautiful, otherworldly, ethereal... her presence still causing a surge in feelings that laura's never experienced. the passing of time makes the temptations much more difficult to keep at bay and, on occasion, she finds herself expressing this affection in actions and words she never thought she'd share with another woman. ❛ how i find such peace when i'm alone with you? ❜

[amyothername]

@chopperpirate: Understanding that today was a holiday celebrated by most humans, Chopper smiled wide. This was supposed to be in honor of showing love and affection, such things that Chopper was deprived of for almost his entire life. With that in mind, he rather naively assumed that most people were in holiday spirits similar to the way they would be for Christmas or birthdays. Approaching his hedgehog friend, the small reindeer held a gift-wrapped box of chocolates out toward her, his smile wide as his large, brown, baby-like eyes sparkled with excitement. "Happy Valentine's Day!" He cheered, hoping that his love-filled gift would be accepted. Hell, with the confidence and optimism he showed, it was almost like he already knew that she would accept it.

"Awe! For me?"

Pointing to herself, she smiled at the antlered fellow as he offered her a gift. Not really expecting to receive any chocolates from him but none the less appreciated his generosity. Gingerly, she took the wrapped box of chocolates from his hooves. She definitely would have to partake in these later on.

"Thank you so much, Chopper!" Amy wrapped her arms around him for a firm hug, holding him close to her as her tail wagged softly.

[strayslost]

In another life, perhaps Ryunosuke would've looked at Kyusaku and seen someone who could understand. After all... if anyone should know the sting of Dazai's rejection, it would be them. As far as Ryunosuke knows, Kyusaku's fate of being shut away from the world and imprisoned was all thanks to Dazai - and even putting Dazai aside... he's sure that, just like Ryunosuke, their life has been full of pain from the very start.

As it is, though, right now - Ryunosuke feels very little. Perhaps it's a sign of his selfishness, his true nature as a heartless beast unable to feel a thing for someone else. All he wants has always been the same thing - to find a reason to live - and Kyusaku can't provide him that. In fact, sometimes seeing them stings, when he thinks of how they've been rejected even in spite of the power they hold... if they don't stand a chance of gaining Dazai's respect, what chance does Ryunosuke stand, as weak as he is now? What awaits him at the end of the road he's dedicated his life to following?

Thoughts like that aren't ones he wants to face, so he pushes them away. But something is strange about his feelings today. Because while that blank, apathetic smog of nothingness he feels should have him turning away and leaving, there's something that stops him... driving him to speak to Kyusaku for reasons even he doesn't understand.

"And?" he responds to the child's question with an almost-empty gaze, something unidentifiable smoldering underneath. "Tell me... why would you come to me of all people for a reason like that?"

@theircurse ( starter for yumeno! )

[luminescenc1e]

Psh. Agatha rolled her eyes, scanning the space around them with thinly veiled disdain. Oh, it was a trap all right—of that, she had no doubt. But the particulars? The who, the what, the how? That remained an irritating mystery.

"Ugh, if you're so bored, why don't you just leave?" she snapped, a sly smirk twisting her lips before her face lit up in faux realization. "Oh, wait! You can't!" The smile gleamed, sharp and wicked, but just as quickly, it faded into thin air. The momentary pleasure she took from it vanished in a blink, as fleeting as a puff of smoke.

"Alright, alright," Agatha sighed, the weight of inevitability pressing on her words. "Clearly, we need to find a way out of here, which—ugh—means we’ve got to work together." She almost spat the last part, her distaste for the idea all too clear. It wasn’t as if she had any other choice. Rio would resist, of course. She always did. The woman was as predictable as she was infuriating. But what was Agatha to do? There was no one else she could turn to. And as much as she'd love to solve this mess all on her own, those days were apparently behind her.

"So," she said, casting a bored glance in Rio's direction, "any bright ideas, or are you just going to stand there looking useless?"

musesinked asked: “This isn't fun. This blows.” ( from rio to agatha . )

[yongilho]

What the hell was she doing here? The whole thing was some kind of Hail Mary attempt at—what, exactly? At living a life like everyone else? At normalcy? Tying up loose ends and paying off debts? And then what? Disappear to some quiet countryside, sit outside, and live out the rest of his days in peace? It sounded as good as someone like him could hope for—better, even.

But, of course, life was never going to be kind to people like him.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to have her normal life, far removed from this nightmare—not standing in front of him, covered in blood. The game had turned into a bloodbath, a fucking nightmare. And while both of them had survived, dozens of others hadn’t. Their bodies now lay scattered where they’d fallen, the sand soaking up the blood from bullet wounds. Guards moved methodically, carrying in boxes and packing up the corpses like cargo.

He didn’t move or speak at first, just stood there watching, trying to make sense of it all.

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

He wanted to shake her, hold her, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her out of this place. Anything to get her away from it. But then the speaker crackled to life, ordering everyone to form lines and head down the stairs to the main hall where the beds were.

Gil-ho wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and half-guiding, half-carrying her as they moved together.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low and strained.

They shuffled down the stairs, slow and unsteady, until he found an empty bed in the back and dragged her to it. The announcement told them they could vote to leave. He already knew how this would go. These people—desperate, broken—wouldn’t vote to leave. At least, not the majority.

He had to make a plan. He had to protect her.

continued from here with @005play

[dcncingthroughlife]

@dreamswideawake continued from here

She clearly was not in a joking mood. The turmoil and discord of her life was a serious matter that required no joking. The agency that she yearned for her own life. To be seen as something other than a girl in a chair. She needed more from her life and from the people around her. Which is what brought her here.

Uncomfortably so, Nessa straightened her posture. Her biggest hearts desire... all she ever wanted was one boy to love her. She wished the most for his heart. However, he wished to insert himself into another woman's life. It left Nessa feeling...angry. Disgraced and shameful.

But Nessa didn't want to be pitied by anyone. She couldn't stand it anymore. Hence why she found herself her here. It was...shameful but Nessa presented herself as someone to not be pitied

"A dream I wish to come true..." She repeated, as if she was thinking about it but Nessa clearly had a view of what she wanted.

"Everyone had something they want to come true. I'm no different in that regard," Nessa started, hands falling onto her lap, "I often wander about how possible it is to...I don't l know, make someone fall out of love with someone else,"