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Renée did stay out of trouble over the next two weeks, because she wasn't caught. The guy she'd met had made her more cautious--for a few days, at least--but thankfully, most people couldn't track a super-fast thief.

She was walking down one of the School's many halls with Stitch, her Mommy's symbiote perched on her shoulder. It was half-bonded to her, milky eyes watching the world while it ate a chocolate bar seemingly sinking into its host's shoulder. Renée was busy sucking on an orange-flavored lollipop.

"Daddy?" she huffed, seeing her father in one of his trademark "flirting" poses (leaned up against a wall enough so his midriff was slightly bared & he could gaze at his target). Remy LeBeau knew the difference between what his wives considered cheating & what they'd write off as playful flirting. Renée usually thought both were weird (even though he was the one she'd learned to charm people from).

"Hm?" He straightened up, genuinely surprised. Then he smiled brightly, recognizing his kid. "Ey! Mon petit caneton [My little duckling], c'mere--" He waved her over. "Mr. Aizawa, meet my pride, my sweet lil Renée Michele...plus Stitch. He's...uh...a symbiote. Dey take hosts n' give 'em powers, mo' less." Remy lovingly ruffled his child's purple hair, while Renée stared at Shota, eyebrow raised.

"Whatcha' doin 'ere?" she asked bluntly.

"You know each otha'?"

"Nah, we jus' met back at de mall a while back. Been a minute," Renée said, grinning.

#eraserisms #renee: thread

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"There's nothing crueler than letting a dream end midway." Independent Shota Aizawa Selective + Crossover Friendly Guidelines Ask Biography Verses

#follow! This mun is so kind. creative. &fun! #superhero rp #my hero academia rp #promo #follow them #admin

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recent ghost commission

was cool learning meanings of some flowers :] and black tourmaline

#ooh #good shit #fanart #admin #simon “ghost” riley #skelly #bones

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i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air

#cats #kitties #viking au #simon “ghost” riley #ghost x reader #admin #I love

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She could tell by the way he looked at her that he hadn't fallen for her charms. Renée wasn't sure if she was more impressed or just still...surprised. Some people, like her Grandpa Logan, were immune simply because they had a "take no shit" mentality & a generally grumpy outlook.

Her ears picked up on the word "quirk"--she'd have to look into that one. The only synonyms she knew for mutant were Homo sapiens superior, "mutie" & "freak"...

Until then, she needed to get out of the mall without getting the cops called on her ass. "T'ank God we got a guy like you lookin' out f' all dem orphans," Renée muttered, putting the tea candle back, "Glad t' know y'like greedy corporations, too." It was then that she noticed the change in his eyes. She laughed. "Oh, Ah get it. Think you's a hero. Well, welcome t'New York, Quirky." The teen took a bow, then turned to leave.

#eraserisms #renee: thread

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Jayn simply nodded & entered the library, quickly bringing her hands together to check the nearby area for heartbeats--that way she could speak to Alina in a space that was both safe & secluded.

"Try to stick to the outside of the room," she advised, knowing it would be easier for others to listen in otherwise. Jayn had learned to never completely trust anyone over the years, even Aleksander. Everyone had their own desires & humans tended to be greedy. Besides, there were about as many who wanted Alina dead as there were those who saw her as a living Sankt demanding veneration.

"I always envy the Grisha who get to study here...everything I learned, I learned from my mother or on my own...how have your lessons been going with Baghra? Botkin is proud of you, just so you know."

#sankta-alina-a #jlw: thread

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@starlsssankt @sankta-alina-s I'm sobbing. Apparently the English translation of the quote is: "What are you talking to me about? In my head, there's just you and me. The recipe is you and me, we already know it."

me, currently imagining so many modern-day Grisha plots: 😈

(either Aleksander is Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries w/Jayn as his Genovian guard, or they're both ex-organized crime, plotting to take out their old employers--)

« 𝐷𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑖 𝑡𝑢 𝑚'𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 ? 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑎 𝑡𝑒̂𝑡𝑒, 𝑦'𝑎 𝑞𝑢'𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑖. 𝐿𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑐'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑖 𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑜𝑛 𝑙'𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒́𝑗𝑎̀. »

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#darklyn #darklyn RIGHTS!! #crackship #admin #good shit #jlw: aesthetic

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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

#BRUH #relatable #admin #pizza #leftovers #food

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Super Good boys

#SWEETHEARTS #admin #fanart #dc comics #dogs #puppies #krypto #ace the bathound #yee #cuties #good shit

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TOApril Day 13 – Curse of Eternal Youth

Untouched in all but his heart ✨ (drew this as an excuse to put him in different outfits ngl)

#pretty #sad #good shit #apollo #greek gods #greek mythology #hellenic gods #hellenic mythology

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@astral-athame it’s THEM (Pogue/Jayn OR Ronnie/Jas) 😍

Kat Graham and Taylor Kitsch (crackship)

For every credit you give, a fairy lives happily in the forest. @ _brujadelnorte on Twitter

#beauteous #jlw: aesthetic #jkw: aesthetic #pogue parry #crackship gifset

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As soon as the first word entered Rela's mind, she sighed in relief. There might've been tears in her eyes, had Anakin's connection to the Force waned at all. She watched as Obi-Wan & the Chancellor left the metal hunk, greeted by a handful of senators, Mace Windu & C-3PO. R2-D2 rushed out of the damaged ship, going straight to his fellow droid, while Master Windu made a beeline for Obi-Wan. Rela hadn't noticed her at first, but Padmé Amidala separated herself from the small crowd in order to go speak to Anakin. The Twi'lek felt a brief pang of disappointment, wishing she was the object of his affection...then she reminded herself that they were all lucky enough to even see Anakin & Master Obi-Wan come out of their most recent endeavor alive.

Rather than speak to her friend telepathically again, she stayed back & waited for him to finish his other conversations. After all, Rela had never been much of a people person. She reopened the holorcron she'd been reading from earlier & went about reading an Old Republic Jedi's journals.

#rela: thread #thexchosenxsinner #couldn't remember if Anakin is w/Padme but they broke up/got the marriage annulled OR if they're just happily together

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Shota was a tired man but with jet-lag, he was more tired than he ever thought possible. He desperately wanted to crawl his way back into his hotel room and sleep until the sun set, but he needed to get some things he had forgotten to pack. To be more accurate, things that Shota had chosen not to pack, things that were too much of a hassle to take with or get through TSA.

He had found his way into a mall, on the hunt for shampoo, a few razors and possibly some food. He hadn't even gotten near the checkout before he caught something he couldn't ignore.

Aizawa hadn't expected to be working so soon, at least he had been hoping that would be the case anyway. An untrained eye or less observant person probably wouldn't have even noticed Renee slipping something into her pocket. But Shota did.

"If you're going to steal, you're going to have to do better than that," came his rumbling voice, turning his right palm upward, beckoning the teenager with his middle and index. "Come on, hand it over or put it back."

Renée stared at the man for a second, surprised that the stranger had managed to catch her. On top of being taught by the greatest thief in the world, she usually used a bit of her superspeed to keep from being caught stealing. 9/10, she was only caught because security suspected she'd stolen something. In fact, she had a whole treasure trove of contraband hidden away, the result of many successful heists.

Anyway, if someone actually saw her, they had to be special. Rather than put the overpriced tea candle back, she smiled & lifted her sunglasses to show him her "unique" eyes.

"Aw, you like me, ain'tcha? A mutant, Ah mean--ya got awfully good eyes...sir," Renée purred, perfectly aware that she was flirting with someone twice her age. (She'd done much worse before.)

#renee: thread #eraserisms

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MUSE AESTHETICS (tw: mental illness)

LIST 3-5 THINGS FOR EACH CATEGORY THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

grief over losing a loved one

feeling trapped & hopeless

asserting dominance

righteous anger

GREETINGS / SAYINGS:

"Then come over here & say it to my face!"

"Would you like to help me unwind?"

"I haven't seen you in a while."

COLORS:

maroon

black

white

red

SCENTS:

floral perfume/deoderant

blood (somebody else's)

cinnamon

clean clothes

ATTIRE:

athleisure

lace lingerie

bodycon mini dresses

tops that bare her midriff

superhero one-piece with red in it

OBJECTS:

dark lipstick

short red gloves

jewelry from her father, not worn recently

VICES / BAD HABITS:

refusing to believe that someone else's idea is better than hers

flying into a violent rage (triggered by bigots, usually)

falling so deeply for someone she's devastated when they're gone

suicidal thoughts

BODY LANGUAGE:

shoulders pushed back/chest puffed out

arms crossed confidently

hands curled into fists

AESTHETICS:

athleisure

neutral good

business chic

SONGS:

"Anxiety" - Black Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach

"Help" - Papa Roach

"Stronger" - Christina Aguilera

#monet: aesthetic

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She didn't sense the sea.

Ever since she was born, Oraia had been able to sense when water was nearby & what kind of water (chlorinated, fresh, salt, etc.) it was. When she woke up from her accidental slumber, she immediately realized that she could not feel the sea, even though she remembered it being only a few feet away. Were there more bombs? Was there so much heat that the oceans just evaporated? The thoughts brought hot tears to her eyes, which opened when she tried to blink.

Oh. She was inside, probably in the home of someone who had found her passed out on the sand. Gods didn't usually require sleep, but they definitely did after overexerting themselves like she had. She looked over to see a handsome young man staring at her. For a second, Oraia was happy, because he had the magical aura that one of her people would. But then he mentioned that he'd never been around someone like her & well...something about him made her uneasy. She decided to play dumb.

"I...my name is Artemisia Stavros. I'm...I was an art dealer, specializing in repatriation & curation. But that was before the world ended." Her voice cracked & she closed her eyes. "A woman, a goddess, took care of some of us. We were living in her home. I just...I wanted to see the ocean. I'm a weather witch."

She wondered if he would tell the truth about himself. "Who are you? Where are we? The others--they need me--"

#oraia: thread #talesfromahs

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Yet? Great job, Jay.

"You mean, 'not dead', period," Jayn echoed, pouting slightly. She huffs & pecks Rye on the lips again before leading her to Dick's bedroom. It's best that he finds them & kicks her out, rather than him looking for Rye & having an excuse to come into Jayn's room. Jayn is one of those people who tend to be exceptionally territorial, especially when she doesn't like the person who's encroaching; most Owls are out of habit. It's part of the paranoia Bruce has instilled in them.

She stops in front of Dick's door.

"Alright..." Jayn turns to Rye. "D'you want me to walk you in, or-?" Before she can finish, he's opening the door, smirking & ogling them both, just because he can. He's wearing a muscle tee with briefs that have a built-in cup--the bare minimum, as usual.

"What a pleasant surprise. So you both realized who the best fuck in the family is. Congratulations," he chuckles, flashing fangs.

"Nah, that's her epiphany, not mine. I'm still a dumbass." It takes Jayn a second to let go of Rye's hand. She has to curl her toes to keep from saying I love you; the words would just make Dick suspicious. "Anyway, don't break her. Tim's planning their wedding, remember?"

She's about to turn around & leave, wanting to get things over with, when she decides that she can do a bit more. Even though it'll piss off Jason, Jayn leans in & kisses Dick. He makes a surprised little sound (rare for him; Owls never reveal when they've been caught off-guard), then catches her by the nape of her neck before she can pull away. For a second, he deepens things, then he swipes his tongue across her lips & pulls away, still smirking.

"Bed's big enough for three. I'd love to see how much you've grown."

"Yeah, well, I need a manicure if I plan on being a Wayne again. But I'll be free tonight..." That makes it sound like she honestly plans on letting him live another day.

"I'll enjoy you then, baby girl. & don't worry about this one." With that, he sets his predatory gaze on poor Rye, grabbing her by the belt of her robe. "Come on in..."

#ashortgothamite #jlw: thread #why is writing evil!Dick so fun/amusing?? I'm a bad personnn #also sorry for the long-ass wait. I procrastinated :((