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i hope you're doing well

hey sweetheart! i am doing well, thank you!! i've had to focus on my masters a lot more than i anticipated, and unfortunately i’m quite busy with it this summer as well, but i do come onto this account and go through my dash

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compulsive-virtuoso   //   “ Most people in the workplace try to kill me so… you’re a nice change of pace. “   —   spiderverse.

“trust me, i could still fuck you up.” it’s said in a deadpan, and even as she says it vi’s eyes are drifting through the room, shoulders rolling absently. “i don’t make a habit of killing for no reason. you don’t give me a reason and we don’t get into any trouble. but seriously, besides that, color me intrigued.”

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hospitals topside are nothing like the cobbled-together clinics of the lanes. vi stayed with caitlyn for a long time, stroking the backs of her knuckles, talking softly, and she would have stayed longer; caitlyn had practically shooed her out of the room.

hair sticks to vi’s face, but she only bothers to push it aside when it creeps into the corner of her mouth. she sinks into the stiff chair and glances down at the man on the cot—or do they call it something fancier here? “she’s hanging on. she’s gonna be okay.” the truth is, caitlyn had been getting hurt right and left since she’d met vi; her medical care has had to treat a myriad of injuries. “i... hope the same can be said for your friend.”

*    @redhells​    —    STARTER  CALL    (   VI  &  JAYCE   ) 

CAITLYN   IS   HURT,   AND   SO   IS   VIKTOR.         many   others   as   well,   jayce   included.      his   broken   leg   is   in   a   cast,   crutches   at   his   side,   and   his   left   eardrum   is   busted.      there   are   burns   on   his   arms   and   back   and   hands      —      cuts   and   bruises   that   will   scar,   that   he   will   never   be   able   to   forget.      but   viktor   .   .   .   

“      how   is   she?      ”            he   asks   as   vi   sits   next   to   him.      she’s   been   to   check   on   caitlyn;      he   hasn’t   left   viktor’s   side.      he   won’t      —      not   until   he   wakes   from   his   surgeries. 

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hey so.

i’m placing this blog on a temporary semi-hiatus. there’s a lot of future-of-my-life stuff i haven’t dealt with yet that i need to sort out in the immediate future asap.

i love all of you and want to write with you all. i simply don’t have the energy or time to do so right now.

i keep this blog open on my computer so feel free to ask for my discord or message me there. i’m always available to plot or chat, either in ims or discord. i’m just not going to get to any writing things for a bit.

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@malediictus​   //   "are you a ghost? are you a zombie? am i a zombie?"   —   spiderverse.

“no, you’re—” she cuts off, a laugh escaping as jinx barrels on with the phrase. it’s familiar, in a way it shouldn’t be after all these years. it is as though powder is still here, a sensitive, optimistic kid. a part of vi wants to do the show, sticking her arms out to mime the zombie shamble, patting powder’s cheeks with clipped nails, moaning about brains. but that is a kids’ pantomime, and the look in jinx’s eyes warns vi against it—canny and cunning despite its vulnerability. and there is a great deal of vulnerability there, in the wide eyes, the whispered voice. it doesn’t get any easier to jinx to believe. each time they cross paths, vi is a specter. not just a dead girl, but something deeper.

the laugh dies. will vi ever not be invisible, dead, reanimated? “you’re not a zombie.” it is the part she knows how to address.

she takes a moment, thinks, considers wrapping her arms around powder—jinx—powder. it doesn’t get easier.

“you want a code word or something? to show that it’s really me?” speaking to her like a kid: cut it, cut it. there is so much of jinx that vi doesn’t know, so much that, because of the lost years, she will never be able to know. when you lose growing up next to someone, no matter what you learn, it will never come back. 

“it’s me. i’m not a ghost, or a zombie, or back from the grave in any way. i’m just me.”

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send memes so i can get to them!! i can’t do my drafts rn but i’m knocking some asks into the queue rn

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i need a rewatch of arcane so i can refresh my knowledge of vi but in the meantime follow and plot with my girl @bluedotted

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the update has hit my incognito version of this very browser i’m typing on but not the browser itself wth???

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what flavor is your soul?

salt

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by: @6cious​ thank u ily this was fun!! tagging: @kingsmedley​  @ladysmaid​  @hexcoreism​  @feathercall​  & you!!

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𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘸𝘦   𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥   𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦       …        𝙸𝚂   𝙰   𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴   𝙱𝙸𝚃   𝙾𝙵   𝙿𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙲  !!  😈

indie  and  selective  𝗝𝗜𝗡𝗫  as  adored  by  cas,     23,     they/them

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spider-man: into the spiderverse sentence starters.

“ no matter how many hits i take, i always find a way to come back. “

“ we all make choices in life. “

“ it doesn’t feel like i have a choice right now. “

“ you have to say it back. i want to hear it. ‘i love you, ____.’ “

“ i liked your joke. i mean, it wasn’t funny. that’s why i laughed. “

“ you’re trying to quit. and i’m not going to let you. “

“ there’s a lot of history on these walls. “

“ i don’t want to be a hero. “

“ it’s not up to me. why won’t you quit?! “

“ i thought i was the only one. you’re like me. “

“ you’re going to be fine. i can help you. “

“ you don’t know what it can do! you’ll kill us all! “

“ listen, we need to team up here. we don’t have much time. “

“ i’d say it’s nice to see you, ____, but it’s not. “

“ i know what you’re trying to do… and it won’t work. they’re gone. “

“ our family doesn’t run from things, ____. “

“ i can’t do this without you. “

“ then this weird thing happened. and i gotta say, weird things happen to me a lot. but this was real weird. “

“ are you a ghost? are you a zombie? am i a zombie? “

“ don’t you dare finish that sentence! don’t you do it! i’m sick of it. “

“ i’m making you feel guilty. is it working? “

“ you have money, right? i’m not very liquid right now. “

“ i think you’re going to be a bad teacher. “

“ most people in the workplace try to kill me so… you’re a nice change of pace. “

“ this is pretty standard stakes. you get used to it. “

“ that’s bad. actually, everything they said before was bad. i was lying before. “

“ do you know how painful that would be, ____? you can’t imagine. and i, for one, can’t wait to watch. “

“ everyone knows that the best way to learn is under intense life-threatening pressure. “

“ we’re a little team! me as the teacher who could still do it. you as the student who can do it, just not as good. “

“ i don’t do friends anymore… just to avoid distractions. “

“ no, this is good. this is very, very good. this means you get what you want. “

“ i know how hard this is. to have to figure stuff out on your own. “

“ i mean, this place is pretentious. “

“ you think you’re the only one who thought to come here? “

“ i’ve got to do something, and i don’t know if i can do it. i’m scared, ____. i’m just tired of letting everyone down. “

“ you’re the best of all of us, ____. you’re on your way. just keep going. “

“ you won’t know when you’re ready. it’s a leap of faith. “

“ sometimes people drift apart… and i don’t want that to happen to us, okay? “

“ i see this spark in you. it’s amazing. it’s why i push you. but it’s yours. whatever you choose to do with it, you’ll be great. “

“ i love you. you don’t have to say it back, though. “

“ that’s all it is, ____. a leap of faith. “

“ i love you! i am so proud of you! “

“ i didn’t teach ____ that. and you definitely didn’t. “

“ how do i know i’m not going to mess it up again? “

“ you’re not stopping this. not today. “

“ i am stopping this! right now! “

“ i never thought i’d be able to do any of this stuff. but i can. “

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drapes self over their sister's lap, like a noodle.

“you know what happens to noodles.” vi begins to tickle jinx. “sluuuuuuurp.”

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semester is kicking my ass and it’s only week 2 so im gonna reblog some memes today and send some unprompted asks to some mutuals. also follow me on karen’s blog nobody knows who she is but she’s my baby

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@6cious​   //   ❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜   —   hit me where it hurts.

“goddamn. i know what you’re doing.”

they’re on the landing outside the bedroom they share with powder and the boys, whispering so low and so intently that even the walls can swallow the sounds of their voices. chatter from the last drop trickles down the stairs through a barely cracked door, which brings with it the promise of privacy. it’s something v couldn’t have gotten away with, sneaking out like they had with their old stuffie and a hand in powder’s hair; the twins read each other easier than anything, know when the other is hiding something. and this is too big to keep down.

“and why you’re doing it. you think you have to; i thought about doing it myself. but you don’t have to, you shouldn’t, i—i can. they need you.” vi steps forward and punches v’s chest, hard, letting her arm go loose the moment she makes contact. “you don’t—” fist against v’s chest “—have—” and again “—to do this.”

she wants to ask, aren’t you scared? but it’s a silly question; of course he’s scared. and it’s a stupid question, because it’s hard enough to talk about things like that, even in snatched moments, when v’s shoulders aren’t so tense you could light a match off them.

vi can’t stop them. not just for their stubbornness, though that would be enough to settle the matter on its own, but because a few yards away powder is depending on them. because vander sat the two of them down and told them about responsibility, and things could go so wrong if topside doesn’t get its due.

“asshole,” she says instead, emphatically.

she pulls v into a hug, deeper and tighter than any hug she can remember. she breathes the undercity stink of him, feels the brush of their hair against her cheek, and curls her hands into fists as they’re wrapped around his back. part of her wants to say don’t go—most of her does—but he is trying so hard to be brave and she doesn’t want to crack that. be safe, she could say, but it’s hollow in the back of her throat.

voice muffled, she says, “hit ’em good for me first.”

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I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T REPLY TO THIS semester ATE me but i love YOUUUUUU BITCH

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lean's over, using their shortstack of a twin as an arm rest.

fucking rude. bastard.

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i’m sitting on my drafts rn bc the semester’s just started and i’m getting situated in the workload after having the better part of two months free.