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Cats with knives.
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Anonymous asked:
✦ ✣ ✥ ❇ (Turkanvivia)
✦ I like seeing you on my dash
✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)
✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great
❇ I love the way you write
[ Oh! Oh, my gosh!! Hello! It's been so long since I saw you! Thank you for your ask! I hope you're doing well. I missed you a lot and I'm so, so, so happy to see you again!]
// I’ve been trying to slowly get back into rping but it’s been hard with life things going on. I tend to struggle with long plots and stuff. I’ve been doing well enough though! I love seeing both your rp stuff and your jewelry/personal stuff. I’ve missed being able to rp like I used to.
“I need a giant mug of coffee and a burger….”
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wound Turkanvivia
"Come on, Viv, it'll be fun. We've had a shit week, let's kick up our heels a bit." Zed was dragging his somewhat-reluctant fellow Turk to a newly opened axe-throwing bar, to "let off some steam", as he put it.
The venue was surprisingly brightly lit - probably a good thing, considering the type of weapons they would be throwing. "I know, it's axes, not knives, but this should be right up your alley, babe," Zed smirked, hauling a bucket of axes over to their station. The rather tall Turk hadn't accounted for the low beam hanging from the ceiling - his head smacked it full force, and a wayward axe fell out of his bucket, falling to the ground.
He heard a small yelp from Viv, and blanched. Zed glanced down and saw the Turk rubbing her leg and scowling up at him.
"Oh, shit....oh shit.....what....what the fuck happened?"
Viv glared up at him as she held pressure to her leg. The injury wasn’t bad and if she was honest she had probably cut herself worse with her own blades.
“You are supposed to hit the wall, not your partner Zed!“
She doesn’t actually fault him for the axe hitting her. She hadn’t moved fast enough to dodge it when she saw it fall. It was mildly surprising that they kept the axes so sharp anyway. She was still going to milk it for the moment.
“It stings like hell.” She limped over to a bench.
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Rogue: “I can make him better” this “I can make him worse” that, listen I have a knife I can make him dead
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Dagger and scabbard, 1700, India.
// something has changed on my mobile tumblr. I’m not sure what is going on but I don’t have the mental capacity To deal with it right now lol. I hope everyone is doing well.
I have been mentally exhausted and unable to focus on getting back into things here. I want to come back but will need to start small. Feel free to send asks for any interactions
“Play with me?” She holds up a nerf gun with a smile.
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tag urself: muse count version
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Okay we’ve all seen enemies to lovers and friends to lovers. We’ve even seen idiots to lovers. But here’s a new spicy trope for y’all: annoyances to lovers. One or both ppl realizing that they’re in love w the most irritating person they know. Life for them is just one constant facepalm but damn they wouldn’t have it any other day.
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TOP TIER CONTENT
‘Brooding person who only feels safe enough to let the mask slip around Sunshine person’ is alright, but we really do not see enough ‘Sunshine person who only feels safe enough to let the mask slip around Brooding person’.
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reblog if you’re ship addicted
and you’re not fucking apologizing to anyone
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A small smile formed again when he squeezed her hand. It sent so many mixed feelings through her. She squeezed back again and lets her hand stay in his. She planned on getting him exactly what he wanted.
She nearly panics when she sees the difference with Ossis at the question. She was practically kicking herself and moved closer to him without thinking about it. The bright energy had faded from him and that terrified her more than him forgetting her.
She leaned over his bed, other hand pressing against his cheek. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” Her exhaustion began to show through her actions and facade once more. She was nervous about his reaction to the closeness. “I’m glad I’m not so forgettable at least…”
Anvivia was physically relieved at his response and leaned down to rest her forehead against his, if they would allow it. She never wanted to leave his side, even if they didn’t know it.
It was not a gesture they had expected. It’s not the gesture in itself that they even register as the intimate show of closeness as it was, no, but it’s rather the touch. A real touch of something corporeal. Something that gently asks them to return back to the world but without any strings of threat or violence. It was strange and somewhat new. And Ossis has never feared anything new and unknown.
Sapphire blue eyes blinks back to the present, back to Anvivia. The smile relaxed. There’s a brief flash of uncertainty in those eyes to her words before the pieces fell into to place.
His hand grips over the white gloved one, and his eyes closed as the two foreheads connected. Anchored. Close to shore. It’s warm and light and they feel bright and secure.
“True,” there’s a hint of a small chuckle under their breath, “you are not one would with ease forget even if they put effort behind it. However…” Voice trailing. Keeping their eyes closed in this close encounter, doing nothing to step away from it. “I am afraid you are mistaken. You were there. I was simply… not fast enough. I am with no doubt in my heart that you did your best to catch me.”
She wanted to argue the point. Wanted to make him recognize her own short comings when it came to her role in his fall. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as they stayed together, foreheads anchoring each to the present. She could feel the tears slipping down her cheeks that she hadn't allowed to be seen before.
Her voice came out as a strained whisper of a tone. "I was the one that tripped.. I was the one that wasn't where you needed me at the moment you needed me. I swear... I won't be late again.." Her throat was tightening with every word. Her grip on their hand a begging plea for them to be upset, punish her, forgive her. She could never forgive herself.
She had never shown the level of vulnerability that she was allowing them to see. If any of the other Turks had been in the room, she likely never would have shown this. She couldn't stop herself at this point, her fears and guilt finally finding release.
The hand on his cheek rested in the same place, if she had moved it she was sure it would be shaking. She was happy that they hadn't forgotten, happy that he didn't hate her. Or worse, not know that they shouldn't trust her.
"Always, Ossis..."