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My Fan Apprentice Mia, the LI’s, and occasionally her familiar nuggets! Done by my good friend @underratedtrash 

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💜: No.

ITS MY TURN TO RUN VESUVIA

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💜: They’re the only courtier capable of intelligent conversation, surprisingly. I’m sure Valerius is too but I rarely manage to catch him before his fifth bottle of wine.

REBLOG with your FAVORITE thing about valdemar. its the APPRECIATION hour.

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lucio: *screaming from being burnt alive in his room*

nadia:

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💙: Natural? Absolutely superb, you funky little gremlin. I already have a make up line in mind with you as the inspiration.

💙: I love your smokey eye.

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💙: Whomst is Sombra Overwatch and why is she stealing my looks?

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💙: I love your smokey eye.

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💛: He doesn’t deserve you. If he does’t treat you right by now, you’re gone.

💜: I’m gone!

💛: Now GO CHOP HIS DICK OFF!

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Asra had been like an oasis in the middle of a desert. Finally, someone Lucio knew that was completely vapid and vain. But he had become so much more. A friend, a confidante. There was a youthful mischievousness to him, but a wisdom beyond his years. Asra's presence was to be compared to the mist of a water fall, so it was no surprise she sought his company often. The garden had quickly became their place to converse and spend time together, it's natural beauty and the distance from the mutual pain in their behinds (Lucio) definitely contributed. So the garden they walked. She had been commenting on Vulgora's latest incident, which had brought a laugh from the magician. In that moment, with the lighting, he looked lovely. But something was missing. Sharp, diligent eyes drifted and she spotted a pink lily, a pleased smile flitting over her features as she plucked it with slim fingers and tucked it into mussed curls. "If you like it, I can arrange for a bouquet to be made. For your shop."

💜: 🌸 (from askthesatrinavaseven)

🌸 : Put a flower in my muse’s hair.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Not an unusual thing to see Asra and Nadia enjoying one anothers company. Sitting next to eachother, laughing and making jokes with one another. Seemingly an unsuspected friendship, but Nadia is one of the magician’s dearest friends. Cherishing every moment they spend together, doing almost anything. Talking about the way they felt about events that have happened, their hopes and plans for things that could happen. Making jokes, gossiping, sharing laughs and smiling at one another. The two could sit there for hours, not speaking, instead just enjoying the others presence.Nadia alone gives off a soothing, comforting, warm feeling. Someone you could trust with anything - your life, your secrets, your most prized possession. Anything. It is becauae of who Nadia is as a person, her personality and ambitions, that makes Asra so willing to spend time with her and look forward to the next time they’ll do so. What even were they talking ahout that caused Asra’s shoulders to bounce with laughter? Unimportant, a flower had been slipped into his white hair, eyes following Nadia’s hand as she did so. A flash of curiosity. He knew why it was there: a symbol of friendship, affection, an improvement to the look he was sporting.Nadia did always have an eye for such things. Asra’s smiling sweetly, purple orbs shifting to look at Nadia, hands resting over hers, “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Nadi.” his fingers slid across her skin, drawing an invisible pattern.

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💚 : It’s such a beautiful day outside!

💛: Shut yo ass up.

💚: You’re beautiful too!

💛: ...Shut yo nice ass up.

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💜: What’s a Queen with out her king? Well, historically speaking, more powerful.

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💙: I hate going to the kitchen and realizing I'm the only snack in the house.

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💜: i sometimes drink milk straight out of the container

🧡: tHE COW??

💜:

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💙: What happens when you die? ❤️: You go to heaven. 💙: No- I mean do I get your stuff?

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💜: i cant see its too dark 💙: dont worry ill save you 💙: *stomps her light-up sketchers*

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Hello!!! This is a gentle request for Nadia as well as a question. Could you please step on me?

💜: Are you quite sure dear? There are better places to be, like my lap. 

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❤️: Being alive and being a human is so strange and interesting.

🧡: Being a human is great!

💖: Yes, I would imagine that it is.

❤️: … Imagine?

💖: You heard me.