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@cadxcexs​ continued from x

     Acacia lowered the electric violin she raised in an attempt to protect herself, staring in shock and trying not to scream at the form who suddenly materialized before her. Was that magic? That was definitely magic. Magic isn’t real. Is it? She had only planned to test acoustics of the electric violin in the storm. Perhaps even take a picture or two. She certainly wasn’t expecting strange men materializing out of thin air.

     ❝ W-Who are you? D-Did you just– What? ❞

     Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to start talking to a possibly-supernatural being. But it’s not as if she isn’t in danger 24/7. Might as well demand answers when you have little to no consequence. She was being rude again, wasn’t she? Acacia swallowed her fear of the unknown.

     ❝ Um. Sir. There is a storm coming. I think it’s safer inside. ❞

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     ❝ You didn't tell him anything, did you? Or else I would not be here right now. ❞

     She doesn’t waste any more time. Panic gone, replaced with a calmness. The peace she used to get on stage and face the audience. The peace she used to keep her hands from trembling that day, as she took the money out of that ATM. A peace that comes from the rationalization of nothing can hurt me right now. 

     Her breathing slows, thinking of alternatives out of this. Mark Jefferson does not seem the type to want money or fame. He already has plenty of those. Which was why she fails to see what she has that he could want. Her parents could double and triple whatever she could offer him.

     ❝ Why are you telling me this? ❞

     He looked closely and it came as no outstanding surprise he saw her fold, like a poker player playing their cards way too earl. The magnificent way she cracked, crumbled to dust, and he determined it thoroughly amusing. There didn’t have to be any coaxing it out of her and she did not attempt to play dumb before him.

     “I suspected something for a while and figured that you weren’t causing any trouble. No disruptions, you keep a low profile.”

     Jefferson took a drink from his coffee. He didn’t wear the look or body language of a man who was alerted, after all. It was as an artists’ instinct that his attention to detail was so magnificently in tune that it didn’t get by him.

     “A private investigator approached me today.”

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He knows. He knows he knows he knows.

Panic settles in, then hopelessness.

     �� Have you told anyone? ❜

Acacia tried to look for what he wants. Perhaps she can negotiate. She can’t leave, she has no where else to go. She needs to stay at Blackwell, and possessing a fake ID is still a crime. If Mr. Jefferson had told Mr. Wells, she would be punished, possibly reported to the police for the criminal possession of a forged instrument in the third degree. 

     He smiled at her continuously. It was charm laid on thick in such a way that may have been distracting and in such a way, completely obvious. Jefferson took his coffee mug and looked down into the lid after a moment, breaking her gaze as not to apply more intensity to the situation.

     “Do you have something to tell me?”

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The girl froze for a millisecond, before glancing at him. The tapping stopped.

    ❛ H-Huh. ❜

Her voice was too shaky.

    ❛ Th-That’s an interesting quote. ❜

She played dumb, praying that this was just a coincidence. Maybe he was talking about how she was homeschooled in the past or something, according to her story. She did pass the SATs with flying colours, and last time she checked, her GPA was a solid 3.7.

     As she took her seat he nodded politely and held her stare with those most astutely focused dark eyes. 

     "Wendell Berry said: ‘the past is our definition. We may strive with good reason to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it. But we will escape it only by adding something better to it.’" 

     He left her to think about it, gauging her expression and reaction.

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sldy :

                   ━ ▶ Coming in a little past 2am, he went right into the church to make sure everything was fine since he forgot to actually lock up the place. He then went inside with annoyed mumbles coming from his breath. 

Emily would have his head for this if anything was missing, even if it was a single page from the bible they have…Boom manager mom would end it. 

Walking past each pew, just with a glance to the empty seats, he then past right by the woman before taking a step back and staring directly at her. 

Another stray…How wonderful.

“Hey…” 

He spoke out, a bit louder to make it kind of echo in here. 

    ❛ Merda! ❜

The Italian slipped out before she realized it, in her half-asleep state. Acacia jumped out of her makeshift bed, hitting her knee on the bench before her, consequently falling to the floor, her tailbone hitting the edge of the bench in the process. She hissed in pain, slumping to the ground.

    ❛ Shit... ❜

The girl quickly got up to her feet, still a good 26 centimeters shorter than him. She prayed that he didn’t hear the Italian earlier and that he’s not too familiar with classical music. Or recent developments in the community of classical music.

    ❛ Sorry! I’m just- Um. The motel wouldn’t- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.        It’s just, I didn’t have a place to sleep, and- ❜

She hated her slight Italian accent.

    ❛ I’m terribly sorry. I’ll be gone tomorrow morning. ❜

Acacia became a light sleeper over the years, but she couldn’t even hear him come in. 

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WOLF GRIN. BARED TEETH. YOU ARE THE MONSTER IN STORIES  ( and with great pride do you accept that. )              ind. roman torchwick from roosterteeth’s rwby. adored by cassa. prev. voleuri

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HE IS A BLACK HOLE  at the center of the story with many reflecting facets, a blind spot in the hero’s vision, sucking up all the love and light and truth and turning them into shining rupturing distractions. He is a gateway to transformation and the underworld, with chaos at his right hand and death at his left, and a terrible whimsy in between. Change is the song he sings, and chaos the ruin that he wreaks. Like a particularly toothsome shark, he will never stop moving onward.   |  credit.

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hamilton musical sentence starters: 3/?

We’re reliable with the ladies.

Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.

I’m helpless.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.

You walked in and my heart went “Boom!”

Yo, this one’s mine.

I’m so into you.

I’m about to change your life.

Now my life gets better every letter that you write me.

I’m just saying, if you really loved me, you would share him.

I’m dying inside as you wine and dine.

I don’t have a dollar to my name.

My love for you is never in doubt.

I’ve been living without a family since I was a child.

May you always be satisfied.

I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.

When you said ‘hi’, I forgot my dang name.

Where’s your family from?

So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level. 

What the hell is the catch? 

That doesn’t mean I want him any less.

I’d have to be naïve to set that aside.

If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it

You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.

At least I keep his eyes in my life.

I know he will never be satisfied.

If the tomcat can get married, there’s hope for our ass, after all!

From what I hear, you’ve made yourself indispensable.

I heard you’ve got a special someone on the side.

I’m afraid it’s unlawful.

I will never understand you.

If you love this woman, go get her!

What are you waiting for?

We keep loving anyway.

When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect.

Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.

We keep living anyway.

If there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I’m willing to wait for it.

I am the one thing in life I can control.

He takes and he takes and he takes, and he keeps winning anyway.

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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

Iain Thomas

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always be                        kind.

sometimes 

                      kindness                                          is all                                                     we can give.

sometimes 

                      kindness                                          is                                                    enough.

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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His student obeyed, her hands folding in her lap, a traitorous finger choosing to quietly tap Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake Scene at a faster tempo than usual. 

    ❛ Th-That’s good. ❜

Acacia gave a nervous smile, an attempt at a joke.

    ❛ Is there anything you need? ❜

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    ❛ Um. Mr. Jefferson, you wanted to see me? ❜

Nervous fingers silently tapped a non-sensical tune, and grey eyes flicked to meet his for a brief moment before breaking.

Her violin case never seems to leave her, even during photography class, and today there were blues in the grey monotone she usually wears. Unlike other female students, Acacia kept a respectable distance between them, almost as if she is afraid of getting too close.

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@sldy

Acacia tested the knob, trying not to hold any expectations. The girl almost sighed in relief when the church doors opened without protest. She adjusted the heavy backpack that has all her necessary belongings, and adjusted her hold on her violin case. She didn’t mean to trespass. Not really. She just needed a place to stay. The motel wanted to check her ID, and after her fake one got confiscated...Well, no ID means no ID. Plus, isn't a church supposed to accept others? Stray lambs? Lost sheep?

She sighed, checking her watch in the dim moonlight. 1:23 A.M. She should get some sleep. Maybe lay low here for a couple of days.

She throws the backpack onto a church pew, and herself after it; thoroughly exhausted after days of travel. The hardwood of the bench wasn’t exactly a featherbed, but it’s better than sleeping on the streets.

The girl curled herself around her violin case, holding onto it like her lifeline, and fell asleep.

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It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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    ❛ Um. Mr. Jefferson, you wanted to see me? ❜

Nervous fingers silently tapped a non-sensical tune, and grey eyes flicked to meet his for a brief moment before breaking.

Her violin case never seems to leave her, even during photography class, and today there were blues in the grey monotone she usually wears. Unlike other female students, Acacia kept a respectable distance between them, almost as if she is afraid of getting too close.