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wow i’m so happy nanu is so happy he is spinning with joy ( a rare sight ) … THANKS FOR 600 FOLLOWERS i know i’m not on this blog a lot but i do fancy gettin the ball rollin w/ it again!!! soon. one day

below are some fabby people you should defo follow!!!!

@shinybadge / @secret-agent-man-looker / @salonmciden / @galactocentric / @greyintent / @ardent-lux / @spraypaintpunk / @rebursting / @ask-chief-anabel / @caedxs / @writtenbykaichu / @championborn / @kunori / @perishen / @princeros / @rocketbcss / @maskworn / @enchantrss / @terrortwerp / @itsburnet / @akuromic / @nighthrill / @draicon / @beullaeri / @chercepts / @remembranceless / @psyoze / @nightemplar / @crimtale / @nghtshd / @snuwmade / @enchantrss / @saffrondaze / @luminaclipse / @iceregalia / @aspearbarry / @starmarkcd + everyone else i follow!!!

thank you! xo

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brief to-do list

starters owed:

deceitous

theagentlooker (currently working on)

creativitysought

princeros

replies owed:

themaryiestsuetoeversue

princeofthetrainerschool

saffrondaze

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Major Arcana Quiz

Result: The Moon

“What we see is who we are and what we believe in is how we are raised. It is an illusion to put your shoes on another's foot." 

The Moon Arcana is associated with creativity, inspiration, dreams, madness, illusions, fear, fantasy, the subconscious and trickery. You are sometimes being attuned subconsciously to the world around, gaining the ability to sense things without being told about them or without anyone else knowing. You are often psychically-attuned, and your projection of your own fears and faults onto others is becoming a habit. You often tend to have trouble accepting yourself for who you are and, because of that fear, you try to correspond to an ideal person.

Tagged by: @resonatsu Tagging: anyone !

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BOLD what applies to your muse TAGGED BY: stolen from the bud @princeros TAGGING: anyone!  ♡

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet )

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm.181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tan. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). Hip Piercings. No piercing.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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how could she not know who he is? though they’ve never talked before ( fortunate for her ), it’s quite impossible to be ignorant to team plasma’s dealings or the people that are or were involved with it. as much as she would much rather do with not knowing anything and just proceeding with her own life and her work own, she had to have such knowledge playing at the back of her mind courtesy of being one of the elite.

how tiresome.

a sigh leaves her lips as her small tea spoon slooowly mixes the sugar more into her tea, thankful that it doesn’t clink against the side of her cup. her eyes are on the tea that goes from black to a pretty amber, only to lift to his person at last.

“hello, might you join me for tea while you’re here? i have a few cakes here as well that i’m unable to finish on my own.” well, she could but it would be better for her if she didn’t.

@enharmonics !

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she seems in bliss, so much so that it makes caitlin want to follow suit. here she was laying with the grass under her body, brown eyelashes flush against her freckled cheeks as she’s lost in a world of slumber-- one the elite desperately wanted to be wrapped up in. just looking at her as yaaaawn-inducing, leaving her to wonder if drowsiness was contagious ( especially to someone as susceptible to slumber as she was ).

her hand reaches up to peel the hat from her head own, sinking down to her knees only to turn ‘round to lay on her back next to her sleeping companion. her eyes on the clouds that dance along the stretch of sky before she closes them -- almost like a curtain to embrace the darkness ( with hints of sunshine against her eyelids ) that she normally hates. 

slowly, slooowly she allows the lull of sleep to wash over her like it’s the easiest thing in the world, out like a light in a matter of seconds.

@rebursting !

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"is this yours?"

“ah…” the words drag off her tongue and mix with a yawn as her blue eyes glance upon the object in his hand: a small, thin star slightly illuminating around the edges. carefully she moves to peel it from his hand to place it in her bag, only then giving a sluggish nod in response to his question.

“yes, it’s mine. it must’ve fallen off my ceiling and stuck to me as i was leaving this morning. i should throw it away now since it’s lose it’s usefulness.” and then she finally looks at him with a vague sense of knowing; oh yes, she had an inkling of who he was. “thank you… n.”

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starter call!

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so this is where that miserable gambler went off to, hm? all she could remember was that he had went off to alola ( or at least that what she was told once she was awake ) and it was curiosity enough that allowed her to follow suit a while behind. alola had to be one of the few regions she hasn’t frequented ( with vague remembrance of what the many islands looked like ), so why wouldn’t she want to come? it was every much a vacation -- one that she thought she earned.

caitlin twirls the handle of her parasol in between her thumb and index fingers as she walks the many roads of alola until she catches sight of someone who seems competent -- someone she wouldn’t mind talking to. 

“good day.” her voice is almost bored, tired even as she spares him a glance. “have you seen a man around here? much taller than i am and seems to be aging badly? my coworker was said to work at the battle tree.” she places her finger upon her chin as she tilts her head the slightest, shaking her head slightly. “if you don’t know where he is, then it won’t bother me any.”

@princeofthetrainerschool !

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starter call!

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“why have you awaken me from my slumber?” the words are cranky despite how soft her voice is, rubbing at her eyes before rolling her shoulders. “if you want something from me, make haste. there’s nothing i dislike more than to be woken up premature.” who was this anyway? from her attire, she must be some sort of flying specialist. 

@plumary !

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normally she wouldn’t go out of her way to interact with others. caitlin much preferred when people would approach with their ambitions on their sleeve for her to see, which makes it all the more surprising that she would walk up with intentions of talking.

maybe it was the familiar aura that beckoned her further, or maybe it was the fact that she had a vague idea of who the other was.

hm.

“you are sabrina, correct?” she’s much, much taller than caitlin would have expected; such a thing would irk her if she wasn’t growing used to such a fact. “i’m caitlin. join me for tea? you’re not busy, are you?”

@saffrondaze

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“he’s late again. i can’t wait for him.” her words are soft despite the irritation laced in the tone, the smallest of bite to the edge as she airs out her complaint. serves her right for relying on someone incompetent; yes, this is the reap in which she sows.

her mouth parts and falls into yawwwn, hand lifting up to rub at her weakening eye that only closes in an attempt to wink away the sleep. the blue eye that open locks upon someone that passes by, heaving the softest of sighs,

“have you got the time?”

@greyintent !

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these usually get around faster, so i’m going to give this thing a shot. hello, hello there! would anyone be interested in interacting with an elite four caitlin? i don’t know who to follow, so can you give this a like/reblog and i’ll check you out for a smooth and easy following? thanks!

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