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rb with ur sign + ur opinion on drinking milk to quench ur thirst

im pisces + despicable

Vitorya Hawke for @thebluestofdaisies

sentimental reasons

{synopsis: a little tender moment in Argent’s apartment, pairing: Argent/f!Sidepstep (Wanda Beckett), wordcount: 1,046}

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Decade’s old high piano keys are soft against grainy textured jazz guitar strokes and the sweet tone of a voice trained to encourage dreamy, unobtainable nostalgia that sugars so much media from before the Big One. The same wistful sentimentality that tastes like shelved hopes, hidden dreams, and freedom.

Warmly wrapped in the sturdy arms around your shoulders.

Argent’s forehead is smooth against the beginnings of furrow lines you’ve carelessly etched atop your own by route of years worth of surly ire—fiery wrath—soothed and coerced to flow with the idling current deep beneath the surface. The graceful slope of her nose collides with your own in a breathy rhythm as she sways with you around her kitchen tiles. Gently, like the laps of an empty glassy sea rocking the hull of a lone sailboat beneath blue, cottony skies.

You can feel her mind churning like the hem of her shirt between your fingertips, deliberately slower than the hurricane you’ve seen reside within. Calmer. Settled, without the edgy chop she’d unintentionally broadcasted your way the first few times you’d set foot within her home—her fortified castle.

There are still tendrils of masked uncertainty, and yet … .

Welcoming. Desire.

It strikes you so suddenly that her quiet yearning for your company outweighs the beckoning refuge of utter solitude whispering behind her thoughts—you are not alone in your surprise—you struggle to ward off the happy expression twitching at your lips.

When was the last time you smiled like that? Back then did it feel so… tender?

Tender. The word seems foreign and misaligned with every bitter, hardened line that defines you, but in the deepest depths of whatever twisted soul you carry you know it to be true.

Argent’s fingertips—remiss of their claws—scratch gingerly at your scalp in a way that tugs the bottom of your heart closer to the earth and she longs, absurdly shy—closer, please—to feel it beat in her embrace.

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..i may have gotten slightly attached 

All this Fenris content made me realize it’s been 84 years since I last painted Hawke

Enchanter Elsie Trevelyan of the Ostwick Circle.

♔ Queen Regnants of the British Isles (43 CE - present)

the most painful social interactions are when you miscalculate someone’s meme literacy and reference something and the person/group doesn’t get it and u have to half-heartedly explain it knowing FULL well it’s 0% funny if people don’t have the full convoluted context of the joke and u feel the flames of hell start to lick at ur feet as they all give u a pity laugh 

Orkul Adaar for @thebluestofdaisies

metal lady pls help me through this artblock (:3_ヽ)_

Taste closed

Inspector, if you can’t find the murderer I suggest wrapping this up (yea)

i would watch an entire show of this

Ma, IT’S BACK

Cuddly Cully Wully <3

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vibe check *hugs you*

hm yes I’d say you have extremely good vibes but let me re-examine the results *hugs you again*