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it's the weekend, sooo that means my activity will be limited all the way until sunday due to work! i dunno why they want me to work thursdays all the way to sunday now but that's how that cookie crumbles.

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i’m going to clean out all my non-plotted roleplays, so would anyone like to thread? or at least plot?

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when you try to put something in a draft but you end up publishing it on accident

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she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath

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Wear your scars proudly. Whatever tried to kill you failed.

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bug lover. preposterous. 

        It’s not that difficult to piss him off. Most people that have met him know that. But Guzma’s volatile, his temper unpredictable, one thing that pisses him off one day might not piss him off the next. Still, a surefire way to light the match that makes him explode is to insult his Golisopod, his partner, the one thing that’s stuck by his side for years and years, that’s never let him down. If it weren’t for Golisopod letting out a soft rattling sound behind him, claws prodding at his shoulders to keep him back as it looms over him, he would have snapped and crossed the short distance to throttle that fucker where he stands.

        “What problem you got with Golisopod?” Guzma spits out. He gives him a quick once-over. “Don’t look like you got any room to talk about having no taste.”

         he’s much like a mutt in the way that he barks. there seems bite to his words, but that’s all there seems to be - a loud bark meant to bestow fear onto a man who doesn’t tremble or falter. more than anything, it only makes him amused; glint in his eyes and mischief on his mouth: would be able to watch him burn right before him? 

         blue eyes flicker between the golisopod who stands behind him like a shadow and then the man himself, oh so sly as he readies his words.

         ❛ what? surely you can come up with a better retort than, right? also, explain to me how bugs are any good. won’t you indulge me? ❜ so gross, they all are; his mind is already made up, but this could serve to be entertainment.

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                                                             AND I SAY:

                                                “YOU’VE GOT TO LISTEN,                               I’M A SONGBIRD WITH A BRAND NEW TRACK.                                                   YOU UNDERESTIMATE.”

art cred. remember to support the artist!

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I survived because the fire inside me burned  brighter than the fire around me.

unknown (via the-empty-quill)

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lea;

      lea doesn’t hesitate sliding his arm over gen’s shoulders, pulling the other into his side to lead him towards the direction of the town. “ welllll, i did mention that being a long story, didn’t i? “ and not a particularly cheerful one, either, come down to it.  he wants to share it with genesis, he does, but – “ one i would be a little better suited sitting down somewhere.  preferably somewhere that includes a drink. “

and, of course, better be thorough too. releasing genesis from his hold, he pulls the phone from his pocket and shoots off a quick message to merlin to say he’d be running a little late to their daily training sessions,  that he got held up and no, he doesn’t need any help. he briefly contemplates sending one to leon too,  before deciding against it and simply putting the device in silent mode.  “ there.  now we won’t get interrupted either.  “

a few minutes later, his intentions become clear: instead of leading them to a cafe or a pub, lea buys a couple of drinks from the shop on the market square instead before moving them higher up – to a secluded little spot he used to hang out at quite often with isa; for a lack of blanket, he takes off the coat instead and spreads it out on the patch grass, leaving him in a simple short-sleeved shirt and his pants and boots. 

“ hope y’ don’t mind sitting on the ground, “ there’s a gentle hint of teasing, as he lowers himself down, one leg angled up while the other’s stretched out, chin resting on his knee.  “ always like the view up here when i was a kid. “

he’s sure the reference to his past won’t be lost on his friend. 

          there’s a sense of warmth from the arm that slings over his shoulders that genesis had almost forgotten. how long as it been since someone had least touched him like this without meaning for a fight? it had to be at almost a decade; before the tsviets, before the degrading, before everything - but it’s not long enough where he thinks he hates it. actually, he welcomes it, unconsciously leaning towards his body like someone cold craving the warmth of fire for the first time in many cold nights. 

         it’s only then that he realizes that lea knows where he’s going; not just guessing, but it’s almost as if he knows the path in which they walk intimately. has he stayed here for quite some time while they were gone? or was he here for most of the duration of their time spent apart? it could be possible since there’s a myriad of mystery now between the two, but maybe he would get some answers once they get to wherever lea was taking him. why he has a heart, why he’s here of all places - it’s few of the big questions, but he’ll make sure to land many of the minute ones as well.

         unfortunately the link of warmth breaks as lea seems to find importance in his phone and it makes him wonder who he’s texting and what? he blinks and his eyes narrow for only a second, tucking it at the back of his mind to ask later. was it someone dear to him? a friend? a mentor, perhaps? 

         he doesn’t have much time to think about it since they seem to have gotten wherever lea wanted, noted by how he takes off his jacket and places it a patch of grass. this... was where he wanted to go? how sentimental - and it’s only confirmed as he brings up that it was a place he knew as a kid. ah.

         ❛ so this place is of sentimental value to you. i had assumed so since you knew the way easily enough, but i didn’t think of it ever having to do with your childhood.❜ in a way he thinks he’s jealous since he does have a place to go back to, but then he remembers his parents - traitors, traitors they are - rotting under the earth in banora ( or at least of what’s left of it ) and he finds that feeling washing away easily enough. he moves to sit down on the jacket offered to him, stretching out his legs and tilting his head back to allow the sun to kiss it. 

         ❛ so what? is it sharing time now? ❜

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      CATTEL’S SIXTEEN FACTOR KEY   take the test as your muse  /  repost! don’t reblog.

        warmth: 18%; cold, selfish         intellect: 82%; cerebal, analytical         emotional stability: 18%; irritable, moody         aggressiveness: 90%; controlling, tough         liveliness: 90%; wild, fun loving         dutifulness: 18%; untraditional, rebellious         social assertiveness: 58%; uninhibited, bold         sensitivity: 38%; coarse, tough         paranoia: 62%; wary, suspicious         abstractness: 86%; strange, imaginative         introversion: 46%; open, friendly         anxiety: 10%; confident, self assured         openmindedness: 86%; curious, exploratory         independence: 26%; outgoing, social         perfectionism: 18%; disorganized, messy         tension: 78%; stressed, unsatisfied

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a riddle;

“  TRULY IT IS A PASSIONATE TALE. Yet what need has one such as I for the depictions of hearts so easily corrupted by the poisons of humanity? It would appear even you are no exception to the flaws of man. “

          ❛ oh? and what say you, oh strange one? you have quite the hubris to say such a thing to me when you have yet to introduce yourself. what is your tale? ❜ his eyes narrow as his arms cross over his chest, bitterness dripping off tongue like honey - not at all tempered. ❛ surely you couldn’t be as much of a flaw as i, correct? ❜

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step on me

           ❛ how am i not surprised that you would impose such a request upon me? ❜there’s a sparkle in eyes so blue, smile absolutely lopsided whilst holding the shadow of intrigue. he holds out his leg with the smallest bend of the knee, holding his head up high so his chin is level with the clouds.

          ❛ is it the heel, perhaps? i didn’t figure you to be one of taste when it comes to taste, reno. ❜

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            ❛ do you really desire to keep a mere insect as your familiar? of all creatures you could have chosen - of all the ones the world has to offer - you chose to keep a bug at your side? ❜ his nose wrinkles as if the thought itself was abhorrent enough, eyes narrowing and head lifting as if he was passing judgement onto the boss. ❛ such a shame. it really is disappointing to know that you have no taste. ❜

@insectoide​ /  ☆

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i’m going to clean out all my non-plotted roleplays, so would anyone like to thread? or at least plot?

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plops down on the couch next to him, " yo, move yer book. " he's gonna lay down in genesis lap whether he likes it or not.

             ❛why in gaia should i do that?❜ his fingers fiddle with the corner of the tome as he merely spares a glance out the corner of his eye, only to sigh seconds later since he knows he won’t be left alone unless he obliges.

             ❛fine, but only if you’re quiet. i refuse to stop reading just because of you.❜ his lips are in a small frown as he uncrosses his legs so both feet are pressed flat against the floor, lifting the book so it was closer to face level. ❛happy now?❜