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He growls. Again. Lucky Sabi’s all wired wrong. Sure, the instinct’s there somewhere, the downside of increasing her pheromones like this. She feels it. The urge to purr and scent him. Reassure him that he’s her alpha, all appeasement behavior and possession.
But it’s deep, deep down. Easier to roll her eyes, harder to resist the urge to bare her teeth while he tries to play dumb. As if she hasn’t seen him loose arrows true three-quarters of the way to dead.
As if she hasn’t been tracking every one, the easy violence drawing more of that cinnamon-heat into her scent.
“Not worried about your aim. ‘M worried about your posturing--” A short pause between words as one of her knives embeds itself in the shoulder of the beta who’d gotten a bullet off. She drops the gun, and Sabi’s already pulling her backup and drawing a bead on her forehead.
“--getting your ass shot.”
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My Heaven
sh1 locations usually don't get much recognition so i feel like adding some explanatory notes on it (just in case)
the place is the secret chamber in Green Lion Antiques where distracted from prayer alessa is having a tender moment gazing at the point where God's painting is supposed to be
(GOD- IM TRULY BEWITCHED BY THIS GAME THE WAY IT NEVER THROWS STRAIGHT FACTS IN UR FACE AND WISELY KEEPS ATMOSPHERE OF UNDERSTATEMENT TILL THE VERY END SO FKING CHARMING–)
whatever ceremonial stuff it is, it had started to burn before one of harry's passing out
and due to perspective in my drawing alessa stands directly on it ..
i'd like to sum up the post w little art comparison bc i also pursued the goal to redraw one of my old drawings
the first one is pretty rough for sure still luv both of them tho
june 2021 august 2022
seems like i had come to better understanding of what im trying to achieve in terms of composition COLORS and whatnot
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i do wish, like, literally anyone i knew were even a little bit hesitant or skeptical about the institution of marriage where i could hear them
like—i accept that presumably the thing can be done in a more radically ~examined~ way or whatever; but how does that happen if no one ever actually, you know, examines it through a lens that’s anything but rose-colored? or at least, not out loud where some actual collective discussion and theorizing could happen?
and also i just, as always, think there’s value in voicing a variety of visions for how to live, because i think a worldmodel in which there’s a default goal, and then a stigmatized alternative for those who can’t or won’t meet it, is in fact worse for everyone, even the normie or normie-passing, than a worldmodel in which that false, stifling binary gets expanded back out into a full range of free, deliberate, joyous choice, and the original default becomes just one of many, equal, gorgeous possibilities…
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not to be anti feminist or anything but i rly was made to be like a nepo baby or a stay at home girlfriend or smth bc the idea of having an actual career is so ghastly and every day i woke up to go to my last job i wanted to quit… but also i made homemade hummus and mediterranean wraps today and i have a whole dresser of art supplies and started writing up plans to build a fantasy book themed hotel …. like there’s so many things i wanna do i just don’t wanna think about the money. and also sometimes i just want to make iced coffee and have a 7 hour long nighttime routine or like binge gilmore girls all day. as is our god given right. sooooo who’s gonna fund that for me huh
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living vicariously through my bfs stories bc he got to actually be a normal teenager/young adult meanwhile i’ve been in and out of hospitals and rtcs since age 15 😊
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