#sofie fatale

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Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)

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Kill Bill: Volume 1 // aesthetic

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HIII LOVE UR BLOG!! can you do sofie fatale from kill bill?

i made sofie fatale from kill bill in dress to impress

thanks for the request!

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kill bill whisper memes pt one

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too bad doctor who can't get too gory. in my version of 'last of the timelords', i would have had martha jones train with pai mei in the year that never was, pop up with a sword, and cut off lucy saxon's arm like beatrix kiddo did sofie fatale.

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SOFIE FATALE - KILL BILL

reasoning: ride or die to her best friend and boss, literally watches her behead someone while smiling.

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Sofie Fatale from Kill Bill

Please reblog for a larger sample size.

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Nah, Sofie Fatale would usher Tumblr into a new golden age

tumblr continues to be purchased by worse and worse companies until it’s finally shut down under the management of the yakuza

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[riarnu]

how is my lowkey o-ren ishii cosplay (w bonus stitches as sofie fatale)

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fuck it, adding more old niche muses.

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i've got a question for both kpop group, but idk if it's answerable (sorry i feel like that's not a word) ; what was your impression of each other ? like band-wise or maybe some knew each other while still being a trainee ? thanks youu ! <33

Q: What were your impressions of each other?

Seungho: I knew Alex, Jaehyun, and [name], but I did not meet the others until after we all joined the group. Alex was nice but he seemed like a nerd.

Alex: Excuse me, what??

Seungho: Jaehyun was quiet, but once I got him talking about his favorite animal he would never shut up.

Jaehyun: But I love dogs...

Alex: Are you ignoring me??

Seungho: As for [name]...

Seungho looks directly at the camera, a small smile growing on his face.

Seungho: When I first saw her, I thought she was pretty...nice. Pretty and nice.

The interviewer is about to ask a question, mouth open, but Alex interrupts.

Alex: SEUNGHO, you do NOT get away with calling me nerd! I'm not a nerd!

Seungho: Says yourself!

Alex: BUT for the record, I did think you were really cocky and a jerk as a trainee.

Now it is Seungho's turn to scoff.

Seungho: I was one of your only friends.

Alex: That is true, but it was still rude anyway.

Seungho: Alright, alright, I'm sorry.

As if realizing that they are off-topic, Seungho and Alex both cough awkwardly and look at the camera.

Seungho: But—well, as for ST4RDOM...I thought they were pretty cool. Music was solid, maybe their inflection could be better—

Vi: What.

It appears Seungho had spoken his thoughts aloud, and as soon as he realizes his fatal mistake he quickly backtracks.

Seungho: I MEAN, their music is good. That's it. Not like I have any other comments about them. Nope. None.

Vi's eyes narrow, and Nari lets out an indignant scoff.

Alex: ...okay then...I didn't start listening to them until I found out we were going to have an interview with them.

PK, Luc: Same.

The two look at each other. Even Alex goes quiet for a moment, but he bounds back with his own explanation.

Alex: I've never really taken the time to listen to other k-pop groups' songs since I am usually focused on perfecting ours.

Interviewer: Did you not have enough time or were you unaware of them?

Alex: Well, I definitely knew who they were since ST4RDOM is known internationally, but I never had the time to listen to their music. Sorry.

Sofie: You don't need to apologize.

Vi: I never listened to your songs anyway, so...

Alex: ...

Gavin: Did we ever talk to each other, Sofie?

Sofie: I don't remember. Maybe I saw you once or twice, but we never talked to each other or else I would remember if we did.

Gavin: I thought we did?

Sofie shrugs.

Gavin: Okay, well, I thought ST4RDOM was a good group. I thought I spoke to Sofie before, so that was why I liked the group, but I guess we didn't. Either way, they're good.

Interviewer: Jaehyun, Mingyu, what about you?

Jaehyun: Isn't this a personal question?

Interviewer: What do you mean?

Jaehyun: I mean, obviously I think they're a perfectly fine group who balance each other out well, but this question is just...too...what's the word?

Mingyu: Exposing?

Jaehyun: Exactly.

Mingyu: Think whatever you think, but honestly I've never really bothered to listen to their music. So I don't really have an opinion on that, but as people I think they are all polite and nice. Vi aside.

Vi: Hey, I'm right here, you know.

Mingyu only smiles, reaching forward to grab a bottle of water.

Interviewer: ST4RDOM, what about you? What were your opinions about KMonarchs?

Sofie: Okay, first, before I make my opinion on how I feel about them, I just want to say that I agree with Jaehyun. However, that does not mean that I'm going to avoid the question. Band-wise, you all make pretty good albums. I have only listened to a couple of them once, but the songs are not bad, per say. Individually, I have a LOT of opinions, but that would be a personal attack and this is getting recorded as I speak.

Sofie glances at the camera and her glare is effective on shutting the interviewer up.

Sofie: So I won't say anything. But in my opinion, KMonarchs make music that I feel is quite similar to ours, though we like to mix it up every now and then.

Vi: I'll take the burden and say it right now: every single one of them is handsome.

Nari: And cute.

Alex: What the—

Jaehyun: WHAT.

Mingyu: Oh???

Seungho: Really?

Unsurprisingly, Seungho smirks. People are laughing, shouting and speaking over one another trying to get clarification from the two girls. Even Sofie is laughing and Gracie watches, amused. Some of ST4RDOM's staff look horrified at the girls' words, Chang-ho in the middle of facepalming. Vi leans back, folding her arms as she smiles.

Vi: I said what I said.

This adds more fuel to the fire.

Interviewer: Alright, everyone PLEASE calm down!

The interviewer stands up, and soon people go quiet. Gavin coughs, holding up a fist to his mouth to muffle his dwindling laughing as Mingyu snorts at the attempt. Seungho still has the same arrogant smirk regardless.

Interviewer: I think it would be best if we just move on.

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Rockey Chapter 22

“Before we start-t, I’d like-e to thank-k,” Principal Lindstrom began with a shaky voice, “all of you-u for showing-g up so suddenly-y.” His eyes remained glued to Sofi’s dad.

The mysterious man sat between Mr. Marino (who sat to his right), and Antonio (who sat to his left). Raffaele sat between Antonio and Nicoló. The air was thick with hostility and tension. It was so heavy that all Principal Lindstrom and Mr. Marino wanted to do was leave.

Nicoló and Antonio were paying close attention to the Russian man’s movement. They dared not move an inch, or make eye contact. All they wanted was to get Raffaele the hell out of this office, and far away from this man.

The mysterious man remained quiet, slowly rolling up his sleeves. Everyone began to anticipate this man’s next move. Needless to say, everyone was on edge.

“Mr...Lindstrom,” the mysterious man began with a heavy accent. “What is it that I heard happened to my daughter?”

“Mr...Mr-r…” Mr. Marino began stuttering. “You see, what-t happened-”

The mysterious man abruptly turned to Raffaele; his sudden movement startled Antonio and Nicoló. 

He ignored Antonio, and asked Raffaele, “Kak vy vovlecheny? (How are you involved?)”

Raffaele didn’t answer at first; he kept flexing his hands. They haven’t seen each other in 15 years. Mr. Ivan Borisyuk, of the Borisyuk Family, and Raffaele’s father, have been sworn enemies for decades. Because of this, Ivan and Raffaele have fought on many occasions. Though Raffaele managed the upper hand on many fights, Ivan was equally as vicious and sadistic as Raffaele. Over the years, Raffaele had calmed down significantly. Unfortunately with Ivan in the same room, unaware of Raffaele’s change, this could easily turn fatal in a matter of seconds.

But Raffaele let out a heavy sigh, and said, “Moy brat zashchitil vashu doch' ot khuligana. (My brother protected your daughter from a bully.)” He didn’t bother turning to Ivan, knowing damn well he wouldn’t believe him. Even if he did, it wouldn’t change anything; they still hated each other.

“Ty vyrastil svoyego brata luchshe, chem ya dumal. (You raised your brother better than I thought.).” Ivan said, keeping his eyes to Mr. Lindstrom. Mr. Lindstrom had, at this point, begun sweating profusely.

“I svn etogo cheloveka izdevalsya nad moyey docher’yu? (And this man’s son bullied my daughter?)?” Ivan asked, transferring the weight of his stare to Mr. Marino. The three men behind Ivan were staring at Mr. Marino as well.

Mr. Marino began to melt into his chair. All he wanted to do was run out of his office, slap his son and nanny, and run before Ivan and his men had a chance to hurt him.

“In my country, I would normally handle this type of situation by having some “FUN.”" Ivan said ominously at Mr. Marino. “But unfortunately, in this country I cannot do what I want.”

“Borisyuk, back off!” Raffaele said firmly. “That bastard, his son, and that whale of a nanny, are mine. No one touches my siblings and gets away with it.”

Ivan brought his attention back to Raffaele. “Oh please fichetto (pretty boy)! You couldn’t kill a mosquito, even if I wrote the instructions.”

“Yesli mne ne izmenyayet pamyat’, etot simpatichnyy mal’chik neskol’ko raz nadral tebe zadnitsu. Ili vy stradali ot povrezhdeniya mozga? (If memory serves me, this pretty boy kicked your ass multiple times. Or did you suffer from brain damage?)?” Raffaele retorted back.

Ivan and Raffaele were up, and at each other’s faces, in a matter of seconds. Antonio and Nicoló had to bound Raffaele’s arms, and drag him back. Ivan’s bodyguards stood in front of Ivan, their hands reaching deep into their pockets for their piece.

“Please gentlemen!” Principal Lindstrom said sternly. “Mr. Marino and his son both agree this was all a misunderstanding, and are completely remorseful.”

Ivan looked at Principal Lindstrom with a confused, disappointed look. “A misunderstanding? My daughter looks the way she does, over a misunderstanding?”

“And my brother?” Nicoló asked. “I don’t understand how no action will take place against Mr. Marino’s son?”

“Please, you have to understand we have a zero tolerance for bullying. We truly do. But Mr. Marino is one our most regular donors, so we thought we’d let this small incident pass by, just this once.” Principal Lindstrom said nervously.

The room fell quiet after he spoke. Everyone looked at him as if he had grown another head in a matter of minutes. Even Mr. Marino, had at this point, given up and began retreating towards the door.

“My son and I are incredibly sorry. He would normally never act out like this. It is his nanny’s fault, and I will make sure to fire her immediately.” Mr. Marino said nervously.

Mr. Marino was stopped by one of Ivan’s men, before he had a chance to reach the door. He was immediately shoved back to the pack of wolves waiting for him.

“Boy, you aren’t sorry yet. Not yet at least.” Ivan said.

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The office door swung open, revealing a pale-faced Mr. Marino. As the office began to empty, Raffaele and Ivan stood behind. Neither one of them wanted to turn their back towards the other. But as soon as the whereabouts of Rockey were questioned, Raffaele sprinted out of the office. Once he was outside, he noticed everyone was there, except Rockey and Brittney.

“Matteo, where is Rockey?” Raffaele asked in a serious tone. Matteo only responded by pointing to the bathroom that was a few feet away from them.

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pretty when i cry…

[noquieroserelmejor]

le decía a fer que la amplitud de rango me convoca. no llegué a mencionar que el aprecio por el arte de repartirse fue una clave secreta que me grabó a fuego alguien que no disfruto de recordar. pero hay hilos que unen, asociaciones que no evito. nunca fui espectacular para la negación. y si estiro la mano puedo tocar las costuras de mis ficciones. y a veces me muero de ganas de pensar-en ¡pero no! disciplina. así caminé derecho por vera hasta gurruchaga. pensando soy un animalito amaestrado, mi gracia es la obediencia. mi mejor truco las órdenes imprecisas. y adquiero formas irrepetibles. irregulares. y no pienso en eso. todo se desenvuelve con la naturalidad aparente de lo que acontecerá de cualquier modo. rayaba el mediodía cuando cruzamos warnes y la kioskera preguntó seria antes de cobrarme ¿estás bien? y yo ¡sí! pero no me detuve. luis estaba sin correa y disparó en dirección a la plaza y fui corriendo detrás. oh, distraerse. en esta vidita algo empuja con una fuerza que no sé ¿de dónde sale? no sé quién habla con esta voz que es mía. aunque se me cruzan un par de cables y me desordeno intentando repartir. me derramo. soy un líquido espeso, tan-difícil de manipular. aún así crecen ideas. voy elucubrando planes. pierdo tiempo al servicio de lo inútil. imagino que es evidente el temor que me producen las cosas: más tarde bajamos, sofi abrió la puerta y al voltear para abrazarme soltó una carcajada fatal frente a mi cara de espanto. ni yo sabía que podía fruncir el ceño tan-así. pero el apuro era tal que no amagué a tirar un chiste. sólo agradecí antes de patear desenredando el cable de los auriculares y los pensamientos. llegaba cantando esa de spleen feat babasónicos, con el atrevimiento de no saber si es lo correcto podría ser un tipo de máxima tácita que rige mis acciones. así que fue el soundtrack designado para los días. ridiculizo las perturbaciones de mi sistema nervioso con sonoridades sugerentes. vuelvo de pie en un 194 repleto, alcanzo a divisar algunos hilos violetas: un delineado, un sweater, la piel de la berenjena, el açaí, dummy de portishead. mal-disimulo la risa que me da pensar que justo mis colores favoritos son el rojo y el azul

[cestlaviehqs]

⸻  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎:   ¡ agradecemos tu interés, sofi ! estamos felices de tenerte por aquí y esperamos que disfrutes de la magia parisina tanto como el resto de sus habitantes. tienes 48 horas para enviar la cuenta de nevi obi. si necesitas más tiempo, no dudes en avisarnos.

información ooc.

nombre / seudónimo: sofi

pronombres: femeninos

edad: 24

país / zona horaria: argentina / gmt-3

triggers: abuso sexual, maltrato animal.

user de discord: removido por la administración.

en caso de unfollow, ¿dejarías que se continúe utilizando tu personaje como no jugable?:  claro k si

espacio adicional: tqm&lt;3

información ic.

nombre completo: nevi obi

pronombres: ella/suya

faceclaim: whitney peak

edad y fecha de cumpleaños: 24 años, 24 de marzo.

clase social: baja.

ocupación: bartender

descripción psicológica:  tranquila, siendo esa clase de persona a la que se puede acudir cuando los nervios están por los cielos. nevi sabe qué decir, o cómo confortar en silencio con acciones. con solo una mirada va a entender qué necesita esa persona, si un trago, un abrazo y una manta en los hombros, comida o el simple silencio. es reservada, solo confiando sus cosas a quién sepa volverse en su persona más cercana. a pesar de lo buena que es para escuchar, es pésima para correr en busca de un abrazo o palabras de aliento. siempre creyendo que puede sola, solicitando ayuda cuando es su última carta. evita las discusiones o momentos de tensión, abandonando escena de ser necesario, a pesar de que segunda persona quede discutiendo en soledad. tiene una habilidad para inventar mentiras piadosas, solo quien conozca cada pequeño gesto suyo podría descubrirla.

headcanons sobre el personaje:   (tw muerte y accidente automovilístico )

la beca de ballet le hizo despegar sus alas de parís, rumbo a un viaje con ilusiones en new york. estadía en francia había sido una vida tranquila, solo preocupándose por ser buena hija y practicar en sus tiempos libres.

nuevo comienzo estuvo cargado de aventuras. y en medio de todo aquello también se enamoró perdidamente, teniendo su primer noviazgo con una de sus compañeras de ballet. la misma había tenido una vida con más adrenalina que la suya, negándose a que nevi no viva sus veinte ajena a aventuras que carguen el torrente sanguíneo de toxicidades, cantando por las ventanillas de los vidrios bajos mientras las risas y las desafinaciones inundan ambiente. escenas parecidas a la comedia romántica más divertida y cargada de amor.

tras un coma agónico, la vida de su novia llega a un final gracias a un accidente de coche mientras volvía con sus amigas de una fiesta. esa noche ella decidió no participar, despertándose con la llamada que anunciaba la fatal noticia. estuvo día y noche en aquel hospital esperando noticias, presentándose a hurtadillas en la habitación gracias a la complicidad que logró con una de las enfermeras.

luego del fallecimiento de la misma, bailar fue tarea imposible. como si sus pies nunca hubieran memorizado y practicado pasos hasta sangrar, gritos de frustración y llantos fueron la respuesta ante el espejo sin poder completar paso alguno. su identidad se había ido. esa que le hacía levantarse de la cama con un propósito, ahora repitiendo sus días sin pasión alguna.

abandonó el ballet, volviendo a parís donde ahora es encargada de un bar.