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❝ you think i could do something like that ? ❞ for faye from @shnya!

❝ maybe you could. ❞ she lazily shrugs. ❝ i don't know. ❞ her answer is dismissive and lacking in the same way someone who wasn't listening very closely might sound. she gives him a response just to give him one, seemingly preoccupied. hard to tell just what she's thinking about, gaze cast out into the distance, cigarette hovering in the air close to her mouth. chances are she's hogging it as this was a shared cigarette ( he only has one and she was all out ) — eventually, she passes it back over, half-spent and faintly marked on the butt by her lipstick.

❝ every time i think i've figured you out, you surprise me again. ❞

-> 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .

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you said this could have been the best thing that ever happened to you so you decided not to do it now you come back every summer like a carnivorous flower and i stare at your hands in the heat and i think they are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen but if i was free to love you you wouldn't want me, would you? unavailability is the only thing that turns you on come here, baby, tell me that i'm wrong. . .

ㅤㅤThe Bomb, Florence + the Machine

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Faye Valentine by Mindy Lee for the Cowboy Bebop 25th Anniversary Art Exhibition

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Inspector Zenigata; as seized by Harvey. Lupin the Third; as stolen by Pluto.

A study of moral opposites; of coyotes and road runners and red strings of fate.

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↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

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[ inspection ] or [ rescue ] for fujiko from @zenigatakeibu ! ▶ ( sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got )

❝ be honest with me—ow! ❞

how fitting; the inspector is inspecting. inspecting her. not the first time and certainly not the last. she's watching his eyes; the way his thick brows draw together while they roam her face. such concentration that stops steady when he finds the source of the blood. he brushes away strands of hair and accidentally bumps it—the small gash right above her left eyebrow that her bangs once concealed. a sharp inhale leaves her lips. the fact it's zenigata to nurse her wound might have drawn a laugh out of her if it weren't for the mild throbbing of her head. it threatens to envelop completely. the humor will reach the corners of her lips and nothing more, diminishing as he tilts her head in a delicate manner that seemed unbefitting of him, though fujiko won't dwell—she's waiting for the opportunity to hit him with her doe eyes, rosy lips turned downward in a pout. time to ask the important question here.

❝ will this scar terribly and ruin my beautiful face? ❞

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Irving PENN Cigarette and Lips, New York, before 1961

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what kind of love are you? ▶ SCARLET

LOVE AS A THRESHOLD — your love does not ask for much. your love does not take. your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. when you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. it is tender. if your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. if your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. when you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. you love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. you love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. being loved by you is to always feel at home. your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

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what kind of love are you? ▶ SPIKE SPIEGEL

LOVE AS A FLAW — cowering, your love hides in the dark. in shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. when you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. you didn’t ask for this. you didn’t want this. it’s a problem—your problem—and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. get it out, just get it out now. you don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. it is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

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what kind of love are you? ▶ FUJIKO MINE

LOVE AS A PERFORMANCE — your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. you love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. can that be considered love, you wonder? as a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. you’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. your love is enchanting. your love is melodic. your love is afraid and fearful and longing. you ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. you’re terrified of the very thought. being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. it reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. not really. not truly.

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Lupin the Third: Mine Fujiko to Iu Onna (Episode 02)

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fujilup pile from last winter

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✭ Dandy & Scarlet Scenes [3/∞] ↳ Introducing Scarlet

My name is Scarlet, by the way And don’t you forget it

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"you look lonely. . .I can fix that"

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Ralph Bakshi is one of my favorite animators. All who come across this should watch all his movies. from the movie “Fire and Ice” 1983