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((Bless? I'm crying? This is so good??????))

Watermelon and sorin??? Idk

(( when will my boy return from the war,,,,,, @ask-tos-townies ))

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Sorin has a deep-throat situated voice? not sexual btw I just feel like he'd have a deeper voice and it would sound nice to the ears

((Yeah yeah I feel you, I have always imagined Sorin with a deeper voice [he totally sings in baritone] that’s kind of smooth and stuff?  I don’t know exactly how to put it…

He’s the only one who has a “hot guy” voice honestly, like Elwin has a scratchy ass whiny voice I’m not gonna sugar coat it but Sorin’s got a deep velvety voice and then there’s his accent so he’s pleasant to listen to.  He gets overly loud sometimes when he’s excited though.)) 

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THANKS MOUSE AHHHHH

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Sorin and Mikey for the prettiest flower I know c: I love these two, I couldn’t help myself but to draw them sakfjalj

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@asktheforgetful when SS perfectly calls Sorin out and I just die

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@deathexpectancy AU for mafia boyfriends because mafia boyfriends are good.

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Isprăvit

The first time he’d heart it, he’d been jolted out of a daydream – if you could really call it that.

He often remembered being tied up in that chair, knowing his was doomed, toast, knowing he was irrefutably going to die.  He remembered Jimmy’s jeering words, remembered not ratting Nikita out despite being smacked around, remembered how he had told everyone he was going to die and not getting help even though he was pretty fucking open about it, and pretty fucking open about who was in the mafia.

His dear Cassia had revived him – not his precious town.  What had they ever done for him?  Ignored him, that’s what.

Mocked him, mocked his height, mocked his outfit, mocked his fiancé.

But always, always, the spy was listening.  He listened as Nathan was heckled and got angrier and angrier at neutrals while ignoring the bigger threat of the mafia, who had killed he and Bell.  Listened as the neutrals formed their squad (and really – who the fuck cared about an executioner when there were MURDERERS who should really take precedence?!). Listened as Nikita and Camille fought. Listened as amnesiacs became vigilantes and vigilantes became serial killers, as investigators became consiglieres, as mafiosos killed their mafias. As husbands and wives reunited, as bad relationships met their ends, as old friends reconnected and friendships were forged and tested.

Sorin Florescu was always listening.  He was always writing notes, always recalling more dirt on those in this town to write down on the hundreds of papers now occupying his desk.

He heard the sound again. Scratchy, harsh – he could identify it now.  Laughter – mad laughter.

Where on earth was that coming from?  Sorin suspected Adrian.

The more he thought about town, the more angry he got.  His self-esteem had plummeted, no one cared about his death, no one cared about his return, he was a fucking joke!  The town always preached about how they were better than neutrals but fuck – they didn’t care about their own, how were they any fucking better?!  How were they any better than the mafia?!

He slammed his fist on his desk, his eyes flashing with fury.  No – no more!

A trench coat, a thin pair of sunglasses, a green turtle-neck, and a little fedora were left in a crumpled pile in the corner of the room after a much-needed excursion to the store.  The new sunglasses were better, he decided.  The new red t-shirt seemed to fit the warmer weather. He felt a bit better about himself after studying himself in the mirror.  

He fixed his hair, he studied his notes, and he made a decision.

No more being a laughing-stock.  No more allowing the town to convince him that he wasn’t important.  He was finished.

He’d make himself important, if that’s what it took to get some damn recognition around here.

There was the laughter again…

Of course, it had been him all along.

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I'm probably going to draw deva Sorin a bajillion times and I apologize to everyone for it

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Slander,

((Wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfetfetfrdjfkdkdndk))

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Jahshshshs thank you so adorable

The two transporters once more :’)

I asked @whyareyouinmyhouse to make me a draw the squad meme in class xD then we drew it

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