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alphasrainbow · 6 months
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Tristan: Morana feels off. Earlier I talked to her and she's flipped out.
Dante: What did you tell her?
Tristan: Nothing, just how I'm going to kill her
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coffeeinthebackpack · 29 days
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Dante: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?
Tristan: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
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bookishpedia · 9 months
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Shadow man: Why do you have a picture of Morana in your wallet?
Dante: Because whenever I need to argue with Tristan, I pull it out to calm him down.
Shadow man:
Shadowman: Could I have one?
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lighthousepigeons · 8 months
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Alpha: We lost Dante.
Tristan: Don't worry, I got this.
Tristan, sighing: TELL ME WHY!
Dante: *yells from the distance* AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HEARTACHE!!
Tristan: There he is.
Alpha: What the f-
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severe-kitty · 6 months
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Tristan: "If you were one of my men, I'd have you shot."
Shadowman: "If I was one of your men, I'd shoot myself."
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I'd sell my left and right and middle kidney to see a hacking/coding competition between Zade Meadows and Morana Vitalio
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lilyysilvaax · 10 months
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Morana : *looking dreamily at a wedding photo shoot* Must be nice.
Tristan :
[The next day]
Tristan : Get ready.
Morana : Why?
Tristan : For a wedding photo shoot.
Morana : *laughing* I MEANT THE WEDDING NOT THE PHOTO SHOOT-
Tristan :
Morana : *annoyed* Marry me already. Bastard… even your sister is married.
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ratsinmamouf · 11 months
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“MILES YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE FANFICTION OUT OF REALITY”
-Miguel or smthn idk
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moonchi-alt · 8 months
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⭐️ Glow in the dark tumblers ⭐️
Get yours here 💜
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owedfavors-a3 · 1 year
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she insists on selecting their destination when at long last they leave behind the now agonizingly boisterous gathering. the corridors of chancellor mraden are winding, too crowded with people even though the night has tipped to morning and progresses towards the dawn. she is tired ( too tired for the honesty that will be required ), worn thin by the press of noise and people and the necessity of keeping up a facade.
all too often, she has missed her quarters upon enterprise, the lull of the warp core’s steady hum, the expanse of star-strewn space beyond her window, and nothing save reports or a book to pull her attention. walking now with chris at her side, she misses it more, as if this were some mission, that, now completed, they might leave behind for the bright corridors of the ship that is home.
she cannot stand the thought of facing this conversation sitting within the confines of the small room in which she stays here. instead, it’s to a small tea shop, nestled in an alley-turned garden far off the main roads, that she leads them. it’s open at all hours, though with the city’s denizens all at rest ( or finishing their rowdy festivities ), it is quiet, empty save for a single employee and one guest who sits by the door, stewing over pen and paper. the night air is brisk, offset by heaters spaced at intervals around the outdoor tables, and it’s a contrast, a balance, that she appreciates. she can focus here, here with foliage of potted trees and vines that climb the stone walls around them offering a stark contrast to their previous surroundings.
still, una does not speak to him until they are seated in the back, the most private of tables. she does not address the matter at hand until tea rests upon the table, until she has poured it, until she holds between her hands, a soothing warmth. she does not bring the cup to her lips.
chris has been more than patient — far more patient, una thinks, than she would possibly have been in his place. yet, to broach the topic, to begin any explanations, is harder than it should be. it had been so easy, earlier, to push it off, to insist it would be easy when the time came, to feel almost eager to have it off her chest. now, that eagerness has given way to trepedation. the breath she takes before she speaks is unsteady, but she looks up from the cup in her hands at last.
❛ alright. I promised you answers — to anything. am I correct in assuming that your first question will be how I am here? ❜
// @cptnpike.
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alphasrainbow · 28 days
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Tristan: You mean to tell me you were messing around with the shadowman?
Lyla: He was very charismatic!
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keenzinemugstudent · 10 months
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When you go back in time to stop your bestfriend from being abused/neglected by their parents but then Spider-Man 2099 aka Miguel O'Hara comes and stop you saying it's a Canon event I'm sorry this is probably not funny but me and my friend are talking about it we both had a shitty childhood and that's how the conversation went cause we both went to see it 😭💀🤣😭it wasn't funny but we both laughed out asses off saying stupid shit to each other mostly because she knows I hate and despise her parents especially her mother with a passion and if I could I would literally beat their ass
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sarositara · 11 days
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You drifted away from me like the sand in my hand and I don't know how to hold on, i don't know if there's anything I should have done to make you stay, and I let you slip away, the tighter you hold, the faster they slip away.. I don't want that either. Obviously the sand doesn't know right, the sand is completely unaffected by this...you have no idea how much you mean to me... Now that you're gone, it's me  and my empty hand with your imprints so hard to erase, reminding me the warm I felt once... How will I gonna forget that warmth? How will I not crave for it in my coldest days.. how will I forget the home it made me feel? How it made any sense when It slip away while tasting the same saltiness of my tears.
- Sitara 🖤🍷🥀🍄🍂
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bookishpedia · 7 months
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Dante: I want a hug.. from anyone.
Amara: *open arms* me.
Dante: not you.
Alpha: *open arms* what about me?
Dante: Lol no.
Morana: *open arms* m-
Dante: nope you're too short.
Tristan: *open arms*
Dante: finally.
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lighthousepigeons · 5 months
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Tempest: Why does everyone congratulate you, when mom is the one making the baby?
Dante: Uh....I helped.
Tempest: How?
Dante:
Dante:
Dante: I read her the instructions.
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severe-kitty · 1 year
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Nico: Is something burning?
Elena: Just my love for you.
Nico: Elena, the toaster is on fire.
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