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She could tell by the way he looked at her that he hadn't fallen for her charms. Renée wasn't sure if she was more impressed or just still...surprised. Some people, like her Grandpa Logan, were immune simply because they had a "take no shit" mentality & a generally grumpy outlook.

Her ears picked up on the word "quirk"--she'd have to look into that one. The only synonyms she knew for mutant were Homo sapiens superior, "mutie" & "freak"...

Until then, she needed to get out of the mall without getting the cops called on her ass. "T'ank God we got a guy like you lookin' out f' all dem orphans," Renée muttered, putting the tea candle back, "Glad t' know y'like greedy corporations, too." It was then that she noticed the change in his eyes. She laughed. "Oh, Ah get it. Think you's a hero. Well, welcome t'New York, Quirky." The teen took a bow, then turned to leave.

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Jayn simply nodded & entered the library, quickly bringing her hands together to check the nearby area for heartbeats--that way she could speak to Alina in a space that was both safe & secluded.

"Try to stick to the outside of the room," she advised, knowing it would be easier for others to listen in otherwise. Jayn had learned to never completely trust anyone over the years, even Aleksander. Everyone had their own desires & humans tended to be greedy. Besides, there were about as many who wanted Alina dead as there were those who saw her as a living Sankt demanding veneration.

"I always envy the Grisha who get to study here...everything I learned, I learned from my mother or on my own...how have your lessons been going with Baghra? Botkin is proud of you, just so you know."

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@starlsssankt @sankta-alina-s I'm sobbing. Apparently the English translation of the quote is: "What are you talking to me about? In my head, there's just you and me. The recipe is you and me, we already know it."

me, currently imagining so many modern-day Grisha plots: 😈

(either Aleksander is Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries w/Jayn as his Genovian guard, or they're both ex-organized crime, plotting to take out their old employers--)

« 𝐷𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑖 𝑡𝑢 𝑚'𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 ? 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑎 𝑡𝑒̂𝑡𝑒, 𝑦'𝑎 𝑞𝑢'𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑖. 𝐿𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑐'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑜𝑛 𝑙'𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒́𝑗𝑎̀. »

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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

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Super Good boys

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TOApril Day 13 – Curse of Eternal Youth

Untouched in all but his heart ✨ (drew this as an excuse to put him in different outfits ngl)

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@astral-athame it’s THEM (Pogue/Jayn OR Ronnie/Jas) 😍

Kat Graham and Taylor Kitsch (crackship)

For every credit you give, a fairy lives happily in the forest. @ _brujadelnorte on Twitter

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As soon as the first word entered Rela's mind, she sighed in relief. There might've been tears in her eyes, had Anakin's connection to the Force waned at all. She watched as Obi-Wan & the Chancellor left the metal hunk, greeted by a handful of senators, Mace Windu & C-3PO. R2-D2 rushed out of the damaged ship, going straight to his fellow droid, while Master Windu made a beeline for Obi-Wan. Rela hadn't noticed her at first, but Padmé Amidala separated herself from the small crowd in order to go speak to Anakin. The Twi'lek felt a brief pang of disappointment, wishing she was the object of his affection...then she reminded herself that they were all lucky enough to even see Anakin & Master Obi-Wan come out of their most recent endeavor alive.

Rather than speak to her friend telepathically again, she stayed back & waited for him to finish his other conversations. After all, Rela had never been much of a people person. She reopened the holorcron she'd been reading from earlier & went about reading an Old Republic Jedi's journals.

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Shota was a tired man but with jet-lag, he was more tired than he ever thought possible. He desperately wanted to crawl his way back into his hotel room and sleep until the sun set, but he needed to get some things he had forgotten to pack. To be more accurate, things that Shota had chosen not to pack, things that were too much of a hassle to take with or get through TSA.

He had found his way into a mall, on the hunt for shampoo, a few razors and possibly some food. He hadn't even gotten near the checkout before he caught something he couldn't ignore.

Aizawa hadn't expected to be working so soon, at least he had been hoping that would be the case anyway. An untrained eye or less observant person probably wouldn't have even noticed Renee slipping something into her pocket. But Shota did.

"If you're going to steal, you're going to have to do better than that," came his rumbling voice, turning his right palm upward, beckoning the teenager with his middle and index. "Come on, hand it over or put it back."

Renée stared at the man for a second, surprised that the stranger had managed to catch her. On top of being taught by the greatest thief in the world, she usually used a bit of her superspeed to keep from being caught stealing. 9/10, she was only caught because security suspected she'd stolen something. In fact, she had a whole treasure trove of contraband hidden away, the result of many successful heists.

Anyway, if someone actually saw her, they had to be special. Rather than put the overpriced tea candle back, she smiled & lifted her sunglasses to show him her "unique" eyes.

"Aw, you like me, ain'tcha? A mutant, Ah mean--ya got awfully good eyes...sir," Renée purred, perfectly aware that she was flirting with someone twice her age. (She'd done much worse before.)

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MUSE AESTHETICS (tw: mental illness)

LIST 3-5 THINGS FOR EACH CATEGORY THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

grief over losing a loved one

feeling trapped & hopeless

asserting dominance

righteous anger

GREETINGS / SAYINGS:

"Then come over here & say it to my face!"

"Would you like to help me unwind?"

"I haven't seen you in a while."

COLORS:

maroon

black

white

red

SCENTS:

floral perfume/deoderant

blood (somebody else's)

cinnamon

clean clothes

ATTIRE:

athleisure

lace lingerie

bodycon mini dresses

tops that bare her midriff

superhero one-piece with red in it

OBJECTS:

dark lipstick

short red gloves

jewelry from her father, not worn recently

VICES / BAD HABITS:

refusing to believe that someone else's idea is better than hers

flying into a violent rage (triggered by bigots, usually)

falling so deeply for someone she's devastated when they're gone

suicidal thoughts

BODY LANGUAGE:

shoulders pushed back/chest puffed out

arms crossed confidently

hands curled into fists

AESTHETICS:

athleisure

neutral good

business chic

SONGS:

"Anxiety" - Black Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach

"Help" - Papa Roach

"Stronger" - Christina Aguilera

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She didn't sense the sea.

Ever since she was born, Oraia had been able to sense when water was nearby & what kind of water (chlorinated, fresh, salt, etc.) it was. When she woke up from her accidental slumber, she immediately realized that she could not feel the sea, even though she remembered it being only a few feet away. Were there more bombs? Was there so much heat that the oceans just evaporated? The thoughts brought hot tears to her eyes, which opened when she tried to blink.

Oh. She was inside, probably in the home of someone who had found her passed out on the sand. Gods didn't usually require sleep, but they definitely did after overexerting themselves like she had. She looked over to see a handsome young man staring at her. For a second, Oraia was happy, because he had the magical aura that one of her people would. But then he mentioned that he'd never been around someone like her & well...something about him made her uneasy. She decided to play dumb.

"I...my name is Artemisia Stavros. I'm...I was an art dealer, specializing in repatriation & curation. But that was before the world ended." Her voice cracked & she closed her eyes. "A woman, a goddess, took care of some of us. We were living in her home. I just...I wanted to see the ocean. I'm a weather witch."

She wondered if he would tell the truth about himself. "Who are you? Where are we? The others--they need me--"

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Yet? Great job, Jay.

"You mean, 'not dead', period," Jayn echoed, pouting slightly. She huffs & pecks Rye on the lips again before leading her to Dick's bedroom. It's best that he finds them & kicks her out, rather than him looking for Rye & having an excuse to come into Jayn's room. Jayn is one of those people who tend to be exceptionally territorial, especially when she doesn't like the person who's encroaching; most Owls are out of habit. It's part of the paranoia Bruce has instilled in them.

She stops in front of Dick's door.

"Alright..." Jayn turns to Rye. "D'you want me to walk you in, or-?" Before she can finish, he's opening the door, smirking & ogling them both, just because he can. He's wearing a muscle tee with briefs that have a built-in cup--the bare minimum, as usual.

"What a pleasant surprise. So you both realized who the best fuck in the family is. Congratulations," he chuckles, flashing fangs.

"Nah, that's her epiphany, not mine. I'm still a dumbass." It takes Jayn a second to let go of Rye's hand. She has to curl her toes to keep from saying I love you; the words would just make Dick suspicious. "Anyway, don't break her. Tim's planning their wedding, remember?"

She's about to turn around & leave, wanting to get things over with, when she decides that she can do a bit more. Even though it'll piss off Jason, Jayn leans in & kisses Dick. He makes a surprised little sound (rare for him; Owls never reveal when they've been caught off-guard), then catches her by the nape of her neck before she can pull away. For a second, he deepens things, then he swipes his tongue across her lips & pulls away, still smirking.

"Bed's big enough for three. I'd love to see how much you've grown."

"Yeah, well, I need a manicure if I plan on being a Wayne again. But I'll be free tonight..." That makes it sound like she honestly plans on letting him live another day.

"I'll enjoy you then, baby girl. & don't worry about this one." With that, he sets his predatory gaze on poor Rye, grabbing her by the belt of her robe. "Come on in..."

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Naela got out just after Ryder. Sometimes, she missed being a little kid. Back then, her guards always picked her up or held her hand. But it wasn't the physical contact she missed--they'd just seemed friendlier then. The man Ryder had replaced, Armand, definitely had; even though he always acted professionally, he greeted her with a slight smile & asked her how she was doing. Ryder simply shepherded her like she was a troublemaking sheep.

"I thought you were supposed to watch everyone else," she protested half-heartedly, but she didn't act too rebellious. There was really no point--she knew that he was serious. "Give me 30 minutes." Then, before Ryder could tell her no, Naela went to her people, occasionally glancing over to ensure one of her guards was nearby.

She smiled brightly, genuinely happy to be there, considering. When the princess neared a group of young people, she whipped her phone out & stood with her back to them. Instantly, the kids squealed in delight & posed for a photo, which she quickly took & posted to her Instagram. Naela asked them what activities & booths they enjoyed most, visiting those first. So far, she'd gotten a strawberry-&-chocolate filled crepe, plus a meat skewer. She also signed a few autographs & bought a laptop-sized painting for her personal collection.

"Princess--" A man who she recognized as the mayor approached her. "Would you like to say a few words?" he asked, pointing out a small stage. She smiled & nodded, practically skipping up the steps.

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fanart: thetis, chiron, peleus, briseis (via Insta, not mine)

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Shayera smiled & stole a quick kiss from her girlfriend. "Wasn't sure you'd noticed," she replied, glad to be able to kill two birds with one stone (metaphorically, of course). A hungry Shayera was not a happy one. The trio of Amazons escorting them simply grinned at the pair, then turned & led the way to the banquet hall, knowing their guests would follow.

Queen Hippolyta observed as some ladies decorated the hall. Others were just setting the table & setting out room-temperature consumables, like water & certain appetizers.

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"Yeah, of course," she huffed in reply. But what if one of the vendors had something interesting, like flowers she hadn't seen before? Wasn't it her duty to financially support her people? Well, the guards could follow her lead, Naela reasoned, hiding a smile. She buckled in & the car began to move.

She pulled her phone out of her purse, checking the ever-changing schedule that her assistant held dominion over. So far, nothing had been added since she'd left her bedroom, but something always ended up there at the last minute. Then, Naela went to Twitter. In her opinion, the royal family's PR team occasionally Tweeted important updates, but they were slow to act. Still, the only time she'd been allowed to Tweet anything was during the "Royal Takeover" of the account on her birthday. So, with a slight shrug, she switched to her personal Instagram, which boasted just over 5 million followers. She kept the app open & answered some texts from her friends, then looked over some dress options that her designer had sent over.

"Princess--" the driver said, alerting Naela to the fact that they'd arrived at the park. There was a beautiful banner announcing the event & already a decent crowd was exploring the festival. Naela quickly snapped a picture for her Instagram, captioning it with:

"Ambrimova Park, Grand Opening: food, music, lots for sale! 😁"