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“Well, I wouldn’t say that…” No matter how small the infraction, Marinette was always willing to jump to Adrien’s defense. “I can barely even get a sentence out around him, so it’s not his fault or anything.” If Alya were here, she would definitely make some sort of crack about Marinette being in over her head when it came to her crush. She sighed. “At least the only person to hang the whole Adrien thing over my head is Alya—if Chloé found out, she would never let it go.”

HANDS LIFTED in mock self-defense as Zara eased off the roast Adrien edge. “Alright, alright. I still think it’s wild that he hasn’t approached YOU yet.” Then again --- - with Marinette’s nerves, would either form of approach work? ( Oh, how funny, coming from a girl who could barely string a sentence together until she got to know Marinette better. ) The mention of Chloe makes the girl’s nose wrinkle. “Chloé is also, so far, the LEAST credible person in class that I can see. Who trusts the words of demon princess incarnate?”

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“—Oh, hey!” Little paws push against his shins, and Delsin immediately leans down, rubbing his hands over the dog’s back, glancing around. “Who do you belong to, little guy? Got too excited to say hi! They’re probably worried about you.”

SHE’S JUST about to apologize, jogging after the elusive dog and all, when she spots just who he’s decided is his new best friend for the day. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry--- -” Zara breathes, the hand that doesn’t hold her camera steady against her chest instead propping her up on a bent knee. Was it really him? SERIOUSLY? Zara reminded herself to give George all the bacon he wanted when they got back to their room. “Georgie just loves meeting people, I’m sorry if he sprang up on you.”

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“I MUST say, I’ve heard of the sanctuary, but there’s nothing quite like seeing it for yourself.” The woman lifts her hands to re-do the bun atop her head for the umpteenth time, halfway cursing her decision to keep her long hair, halfway attempting to give herself a distraction from conversation making. “Tell me --- - how many tigers are under your care, now?” 

( @bengalisms ♥’d )

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“HE’S FRIENDLY.” Zara lets one hand go from her camera to catch her canine companion by the bandana before he gets a chance to take off. (No, this didn’t LOOK like company he wanted to warm up to --- though she would never say it out loud.) “He loves everybody.”

( @sinstress ♥’d )

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bengalisms replied to your post: out. tfw ya muse is alive and feeling gay as hell...

likes this even tho my 90+ threads are drowning me

out. brei why do you do this to yourself 

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out. tfw ya muse is alive and feeling gay as hell so you gotta spoil her by being on her blog for more than five minutes ( starter c )

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out. also, if any of you were ever interested --- - here is a pretty oftenly updated spot.ify playlist for Zara

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doES ANYONE ELSE MAKE THE EXPRESSION OF THEIR CHARACTER WHEN THEY’RE DRAWING OR WRITING OR WHISPER THEIR DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WORD TO USE TO DESCRIBE HOW THEY SAID IT BC I SURE DO

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out. STARTER CALL.

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100 Day Song Challenge

Day 58. A song you had to look up the lyrics to:

Papaoutai - Stromae

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     “Hm?” A blank stare is her first reaction, for the soft-spoken words had unintentionally interrupted her train of thought. But soon enough her brain pieces the sounds into words, and she nods with a small smile. “Oh, no, no one’s sitting here. Feel free to join me! Um…Zara, right?”

RELIEF FLOODED the girl’s features as she gingerly took her seat, bag sliding from her shoulder to reside against the leg of the chair. This girl had appeared to be one of the far NICER members of her class ; thankfully, Zara’s intuition didn’t appear to be wrong. “Oh--- - yes, Zara Mauverr.” She, albeit awkwardly, lifts her hand to offer a handshake. ( C’mon, Zig, get it together. ) “Forgive me, but your name.... ? Mari, is it?”

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out. can you please like/reblog this if you would interact with an independent original character blog with interests in conservation, photography, and corgis.

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XO - The Eden Project

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out. STARTER CALL. mutuals only yadda yadda

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queenedbee:

She   bristles,   lips   almost   daring   to   bare   back   against   teeth,   eliciting   a   guttural   snarl   in   answer   to   such   a   disrespectful   retort.   SHE   is   the   Queen   of   this   pit-hole   and   the   blood   of   a   much   more   powerful   ruler   runs   rampant   through   her   veins.   Who   does   she   think   she   is   to   assume   she   is   anything   near   comparable   to   trash   ?   Even   worse,   to   be   believed   as   less   than   such.      “     Do   you   remember   who   my   father   is   ?   If   I   wanted,   I   could   have   every   single   article   in   that   ridiculous   magazine   written   SOLELY   about   me   !     ”

THE THREAT makes the dog bark out a short laugh, arms folding and feet planting. Oh -- now she WOULDN’T move, out of sheer SPITE. ( Chloe brought out the best -- or was it the worst? -- in her, it seemed. ) A mayor and hotel tycoon could only hold so much power. “Forgive me, but have you ever READ an academic journal before?” Zara’s chin juts upwards, defiant and eager to meet the dangerous challenge laid out before her. “It would take a LOT more influence for scientists to care about a spoiled daddy’s girl.”