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Wait wait nobody move
I haven’t started it yet.
But based on some vague thing I just tripped over, I’m gonna have A Time re-contextualizing Varre aren’t I? 😭
#it was nothing specific and I still have no idea what’s going on abdbbdbd#something something apologize to mohg? something something maybe Varre’s just a Weird Guy?#uh huh???#some out of state friends were visiting for a week and they just left#tho I’m sure once one of them gets home we’ll be jumping into the dlc lmao#my poor tarnished gal might get slaughtered I hope than new leveling system comes in clutch abbdbd#or however it works. plz save her#Out of Fingers || ooc
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👿 for Alf, 😇 for Claire and ❣️ for Meca.
Muse Reaction Prompt||Accepting!
👿- They see their worst enemy
He may lead with taunts, but in the end, believing in the righteousness of his cause, he’ll challenge them with the ruthlessness of a man who sees his life purpose rendered before his eyes. Yet is it ruthlessness or frantic desperation? Not even he knows anymore.
😇- They are given praise
She’ll become easily flustered wherein she will either close her eyes or look away while grinning, and for once, her hands cease their anxious fidgeting, but she’ll still hold them close to herself. She takes things to heart, and deeply values kind words.
❣️- They see their crush
Her love of peering into people’s inner workings is certainly not stopped by her feelings, but it is influenced by them. She’ll watch them in passing, taking them apart not through prying questions or jabbing remarks, but through the more gentle process of committing their little mannerisms to memory. While speaking to them she’ll tend to keep a cool demeanor as she does always, but all the while she’s secretly taking joy in observing all of their little quirks and habits.
#commas. commas everywhere#abuse of grammar rules also everywhere abdbbdbd#surgeon’s journal||mecaela musings#painter’s inspiration||claire musings#portrait of a man||alfred art
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How tf do u contour a nose Presley I already have a small nose save me abdbbdbd
honestly i can’t even tell you it’s just years of trial and error
i recommend cream contouring for the nose tho
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WDYM health abdbbdbd
I'm fine JDBDBDBDBDB
Bestie we both have less than optimal health
You can't really deny reality
But seriously tomorrow is still there
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“Well now, what good are your plots if you put them out in the open for all to see?”
we really need an alfred rper so pate can pretend to play nice and secretly try to murder him later
#(hello!)#(You asked? lol!)#(a friend pointed you out to me sorry if this is so sudden abdbbdbd)#(if you ever want to write feel free to stop by ^^)#(even if they’re opposed to one another. all plots good plots)#(the gals have taken over and my horrible boi is collecting dust)
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OMG yajas a liar nothing she ever says is the truth all u need to know is that i love u
@cupidsent whats the truth
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i can't believe i actually stopped believing in klance briefly after season 6 i am a COWARD!!
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💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. (for Meca plz)
He was a gentle soul. Uncommonly kind and unfailingly thoughtful with a boyish smile and bell like laughter that could lift the lowest of spirits. With dirt on his hands and silken petals in his hair he tended to the Lumenflowers with a certain tenderness and compassion that went beyond obligation to a simple duty. As a friend he unfalteringly trustworthy. As a lover he was romantically clumsy, but it was endearing even still.
Yet in Yharnam, anything so bright, so loving, so delicate...will hardly last long.
A beast had broken from its confines in the research hall. It had gotten only as far as the gardens where he was always. Defenseless, he stood no chance. For who would take instruments of beast hunting to a field of flowers? His blood would soak the very soil that he had used to nurture them.
It was a sight that would imprint itself upon her mind forever. The red against white. There had hardly been anything left of his beautiful face. She had felt sick after that. The sort of sick that never went away. The sort of sick that not even the old blood would cure. Her heart was not broken, but torn from her and laid to rest in a grave with what remained of a boy.
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My desire to make a Brador blog vs my knowledge that I’m Sleepy and that’s why this blog is slow as it is abdbbdbd
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