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Update:

not dead, just incredibly busy with work and life while lingering on these two things when I can. Will attempt to catch up on things, or start new things. 

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I'm gonna crack like nobody's watching and eat like I skipped lunch. Why? Because Red Lobster's Crabfest is back. I'm diving into so much crab, so many ways. Like Crab Lover's Dream with luscious Snow and King crab legs and rich crab alfredo. Or, the Snow Crab bake. Who knew crab go's with everything? Whoever put crab on this salmon, that's who. With flavors like these, I'm almost too excited to eat! Hey, I said almost. Now that it's back, get crackin' while you still can

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Soho Farmhouse | tonymarklew

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continued from here ↬ ♛

Surprise was nary an expression to cross her features in mention-able things her husband did. The painting her eyes had laid upon, brought such the thing to cross her features; mixed with mild distaste. Her brows knitted together and gentle sigh pulling from her lips, relaxing her features thus. 

❝ ━Beauty is something to be found in the eyes of the beholder. ❞

Her eyes flicked from the portrait to Lucio. It was hardly something to be displayed in the foyer. 

❝  It would be a better view in the dinning room, rather than the foyer. I’m certain the frame and its portrait will be displayed nicely in there. ❞

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strangerfortunes:

Isa frowns and studies themselves in the full length mirror across from them as the servant adjusts the folds of the silken fabric, at least it wasn’t see-through. They turn and look from another angle, the Countess wasn’t wrong, it was a flattering fit.

“I’m just.. not used to wearing clothes like this. I feel like if I move the wrong way the whole thing is going to slip off me. It does look nice though…“

❝  Should it slip off of you. ❞ 

The Countess started, waving a hand to the servant to make a few adjustments to the back of the gown. Regarding the gown from the mirror view and back to her own, scarlet hues looked almost pleased with the approaching outcome of it.

 ❝  Which I have high doubts of it doing, there is a slip underneath it to keep it from revealing anything deemed to be precious assets. ❞ She took a few steps away, gliding over to a seat.  ❝ Attempt to walk to this seat here and sit, if you will. This should further show what needs to be adjusted properly. ❞

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#b

favorite line starters ━ Good Night ( Dreamcatcher )

❝ You can’t escape. ❞

Did anyone really think they could escape The Countess? Whose word was absolute once it left her lips? Nary a thought crossed her mind to whether the dinning halls doors were locked, but her servants were ones to know what she wanted and how she wanted. But, neither was a wanted miscreant returning to a place that wanted his neck slung from a rope, thought to be just a visitor.

Nadia gave a small, warm smile, crossing her arms under her breasts and cradling the elbows. ❝ You’re in my hands in the endlessly repeating nightmare, stay trapped like this forever. ❞

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Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter!

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things that happens on discord voice chat:

“ i AM BENT. MY BROCCOLI HAS BEEN STEAMED.”

brought to you by @grandeured

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f u c k m s t

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‘ does the mirror in the corner see my shame too? ‘

Albeit, she needed naught to glance up to know who it was speaking to her. The gaze of claret turned up to regard the holder of the voice,

This certainly had to be an illusion. It must have to be an articulation of accurate deception, one to ascertain and squeeze a reaction from every fiber of her being. Perceptive of what disdain it would bring forth, what meager blossom of twinge of discomfort would begin to well in the corner of her head. Consternation flickering about in the mix of emotions against the refined features. But, he should his face in her presence after remaining in the cover shadow for the period of time. Meandering, surely. 

“ And what is it that you are seeking out in inquiring about such things? Redemption? Forgiveness?  Nary things I would hand out in immeasurable amounts. Not to viscous little men. ”

Slender digits that were once wrapped around the stem of a glass, lightly rapped at the glasses edge then stilled in the same motion. Slowly rising from her seat, sliding the slender piece of furniture back against the flooring. Feet quietly carrying her in a gentle pace. 

“ The mirror sees more than your shame. Have you finally come to that realisation? What little your spurious vivacity has made for you? ” 

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strangerfortunes:

@regvle started following you

“Countess I.. appreciate you taking the time to pick me out some clothes but don’t you think the neckline is… a little much?“

Turning her gaze up from the show of gilded materials to the other, waving the servant off in the opposite direction. Gliding steps carrying her over, careful hands directing another servant on where to fix the sheer material of the neckline. 

❝ I believe the neckline is quite accentuating on your frame. You did take up my offer in assisting your dressing, do you wish to cover up in some a tad more modest? ❞ 

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‘ can never find the in between, it’s all or nothing. ‘ (@two-ofcups)

❝Not the words I expected to be used for such reading. Are there more things to be said? Or, will that be all? ❞

Abeyance had lingered in her throat, where locution and notion began their dance. In ways of flourishing and glissading gestures, humming their pleasantries and cautionary cues.  A single digit tapped just at the card's edge, a pensive look coming over her expression before fading into one of placidity. Nadia turned her glance up to the girl with a faint smile painted against her lips. 

❝ May I? I would like to examine it closer.❞

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‘ isn’t that pitiful? ‘

❝ Oh? ❞ 

Placid features uttered, waiting for the short furtherance of a soliloquy to begin. Her eyes shifting to glance over her shoulder, a seconds glimpse to the presence behind her. Digits that were once wrapped around the stem of a glass, rose to gingerly run through the strands settled at her shoulder, slight interest sweeping over in a flicker across her expression.

❝ That seems to be dependent on what you are considering to be pitiful. Am I to expect something thrilling in it’s own right? Or, something more nontheatrical? ❞

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❝   pvris   /   starter   sentences.

all these starters are taken from the 2017 album “all we know of heaven, all we need of hell”. feel free to change the pronouns to make these fit!

‘ i think we were cursed from the start. ‘ ‘ do you think we were speaking in tongues? ‘ ‘ who took the light from our life? ‘ ‘ you took my heart. ‘ ‘ you took my heaven away. ‘ ‘ all i did was suffer. ‘ ‘ some days i feel everything, others are numbing. ‘ ‘ can never find the in between, it’s all or nothing. ‘ ‘ one foot in the grave, other on the ground. ‘ ‘ i can’t process what i’m feeling now. ‘ ‘ my blood once was my own. ‘ ‘ what have you done? ‘ ‘ please don’t think that i let you go. ‘ ‘ i never let go. ‘ ‘ you’re the only one that i’ll ever know. ‘ ‘ i don’t belong to anyone else. ‘ ‘ i’m the only one i’ll ever know. ‘ ‘ i’m the one i fear the most. ‘ ‘ little did i know that i was only crying wolf. ‘ ‘ i know it’s so wrong but i’m so far gone. ‘ ‘ don’t need you to tell me i’m so cynical. ‘ ‘ i don’t need a metaphor for you to know i’m miserable. ‘ ‘ it’s all getting old. ‘ ‘ i didn’t want this throne. ‘ ‘ only fools make feasts of gold. ‘ ‘ when did i get so pitiful? ‘ ‘ i never sold my soul. ‘ ‘ i always, always walk alone without you. ‘ ‘ i was the smoke in your lungs. ‘ ‘ you said you wanna get to know me. ‘ ‘ love’s like watching someone die. ‘ ‘ do we have bad blood? ‘ ‘ do you feel the burn from my touch? ‘ ‘ darling, i always knew that we were doomed. ‘ ‘ isn’t that pitiful? ‘ ‘ where does your body go when i leave you alone? ‘ ‘ i’m just a body that you used to know. ‘ ‘ did i make your voice shake? ‘ ‘ do you remember my old names? ‘ ‘ i think we’ve had enough of each other. ‘ ‘ don’t make it worse. ‘ ‘ all we did, all we did was suffer. ‘ ‘ you were just physical touch, not necessarily love. ‘ ‘ i feel too little and i think too much. ‘ ‘ can you burn a fire in my flesh? ‘ ‘ your love’s so cold i see my breath. ‘ ‘ i can’t take another night. ‘ ‘ call me spineless but at least i’ve got a heart between my lungs. ‘ ‘ you feel too little and i feel too much. ‘ ‘ you got no love in your bones. ‘ ‘ we’ve made such a mess of this place. ‘ ‘ there’s blood stains on your face. ‘ ‘ our hands always covered in shame. ‘ ‘ there’s blood in the water but it tastes so sweet. ‘ ‘ show me no mercy. ‘ ‘ let it rain, let it rain. ‘ ‘ if you’re gonna make it hurt show me no mercy. ‘ ‘ this place is going up in flames and we watch and we wait. ‘ ‘ there’s blood in the water. ‘ ‘ i’ll be fine. ‘ ‘ i wouldn’t mind if i died. ‘ ‘ i’m by your side. ‘ ‘ tonight i’ll give you my life. ‘ ‘ pull away the world from me. ‘ ‘ these picture frames don’t hang the way they used to. ‘ ‘ my body didn’t like the way it felt last june. ‘ ‘ you keep on saying that i’ve changed. ‘ ‘ i know that i don’t seem quite the same. ‘ ‘ don’t know where i went wrong. ‘ ‘ i’m at a loss for words under a full moon. ‘ ‘ does the mirror in the corner see my shame too? ‘

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