𝟬𝟺.ㅤ 𝔄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎.
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*̲ ̼ ⠀ ˣ ⠀i am not the 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶, i'm the whole damn D͟Y͟N͟A͟S͟T͟Y͟. ━━━━━━━━━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ penned by sylas. 30s, mdni.
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐒ING, ᅠ𝐒INGᅠ𝐋ITTLEᅠ𝐃OVE, ᅠ𝐓Oᅠ𝐓HEᅠ𝐌OON, ᅠ𝐓Oᅠ𝐓HEᅠ𝐒TARS, ᅠ𝐓Oᅠ𝐀LLᅠ𝐓HATᅠ𝐆RACEDᅠ𝐘OUᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ‘ and in the world, in ౨ৎ conclusion, ⠀ ⠀ everyone dreams of what ִֶָ they are, ⠀ ⠀ though ── no one understands it. ' ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' / 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂 ⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ︵ TOUT SERA ˎˊ MORT ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ⁺⠀ LA PASSION ﹅ AURA ⠀ ⠀QUITTÉ ५ MON CORPS ⠀ ⠀JE ME REPRENDRAI ── (🎻) ⠀ ET JE ࣪ TE QUITTERAI SANS UN REGRET . ⠀⠀
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐓HISᅠ𝐄VERLASTINGᅠ𝐖INTERᅠ, 𝐀ᅠ𝐅AMILIARᅠ𝐌OMENTᅠ𝐓Oᅠ𝐒ATE——𝐀Sᅠ𝐒NOWFLAKESᅠ𝐃ROPᅠ, 𝐀Sᅠ𝐃EWᅠ𝐅REEZESᅠ𝐈NTOᅠ𝐈CICLESᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
ㅤ 𝐼, 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡. ㅤ
⠀ ⠀⠀❛ These violent delights have violent ends; and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume ❜ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀── Romeo & Juliet ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀penned by: ismere
Not the most conventional weapon in your arsenal. (She must admit, the splat was satisfying, though.)
Thank you. They caused chaos. Throwing tomatoes at them is the least they deserve.
Oh? Then you should specify as much, dear Traveller.
I was talking about Dottore and the Regrator. 😅
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐒UCH ᅠ𝐁RAZENNESSᅠ 𝐖OULD ᅠ𝐎NLYᅠ 𝐋EAD ᅠ𝐎NE ᅠ𝐓Oᅠ 𝐃OWNFALL——𝐓Oᅠ 𝐘OURᅠ 𝐃EMISEᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
⠀ ⠀ ゙ 𝗖𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 ─── My eye? my eye is 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. There’s nothing wrong with hiding one’s body parts from view, it’s the same reason I wear pants, for that matter ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℒoved by: ismere ⠀
/ i logged in, dropped a 10 pull, and logged back out ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
“𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.” 🍃𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 🍎𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠/𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖 🍃𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚃𝙻 | 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙳𝙼𝚜 🍎𝟷𝟶+ 𝚢𝚛𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚎𝚡𝚙 🍃𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚕𝚒𝚝 & 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 🍎𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎/ 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 🍃𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎! #BuzzyMorning ❤️'s & 🔄's?
As usual, he had taken a mile when given but an inch. Reaching up swiftly, her hand wrapped around the offending duster and set it alight in a plume of deep red flames. "The day I heed fashion advice from you will be the day Snowboars fly."
His grin stretches wider, seized by the insatiable need to test how far he can push. The duster smacks the top of her head, a light tap, tap, tap. “I’m sure someone could loan you one… It already matches your normal wardrobe well enough. Drab, monotone colors. Every so edgy.”
Maybe it was a little too freeing for him, giving him the impression that he could swipe those feathers on a stick at her. Eyes closed, quelling the urge to wring his neck. "Maybe I will." She won't.
“Yes, yes… Charming as ever.” Eyes narrow, twitchy as he stares her down decisively. The tip of his feather duster extends to swipe at her nose, his other hand resting against the jut of his hip. “You ought to try one on too— very freeing. Breathable.”
He was doing all that for free. Finger curled in front of her lips, poorly concealing her amusement. "It's lovely. Suits you well."
… 💢 A sharp breath. At least he’s a good actor. Doing a twirl, teeth bared in a plasticky smile as he brandishes an equally ridiculous feather duster. “Don’t you like it? Tradition and all—“
Running her finger along a nearby dusty surface, bringing it up in front of her face to inspect as though it were more interesting than him. "And take the only job you'll soon have left? I wouldn't be so cold."
Grown 400-something year old man btw. "If only we knew all it would take would be a little dust to bring you down."
Men will complain and make a fuss about anything, including a sneeze. "Get it together."
Stop, please. She already finds him repulsive enough as is.