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ah, i don't know who to write starters for

#i. ooc.

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The Blood on Satan's Claw (1971) dir. Piers Haggard

#i. aesthetic : silent. fawn eyed. clever.

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i may or may not have a genshin verse for adelyn now

#i. ooc. #how does this website WORK i forgot..... #i've been gone for so long because of writer's block #but also i was in italy studying ancient greek for a scholarship LMAO

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hi

https://www.tumblr.com/qixinges

#hi i will be setting things up over here but come write with me bc i will have modern AUs :))) #let ningguang employ your character... she also needs a bodyguard #i. ooc.

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hi

https://www.tumblr.com/qixinges

#um hiii and also goodnight #ignore the poor aesthetics i'm not opening photoshop for SHITE tonight #goes without saying this blog will be heavily AU so everyone come interact with ning or ELSE

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hi

#making a blog for ningguang no i'm not yes i am #i have so many metas & character analyses lined up for her that i might as well make the damn blog #morally grey character? i'm UP. #i. ooc.

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i’m right. i need to make a blog for ningguang

i don’t need to make a blog for raiden shogun

#in my ten years of roleplaying on tumblr i have NEVER touched the anime fandom. yall.... help #i. ooc.

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je  t’aime,  maman   ——–   don’t  let  go.   not  yet. ( @ensavaged )

#me several weeks late: AYOOOOO #look at this..... mother and daughter of the year fr #it's so pretty bye #saved.

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i don’t need to make a blog for raiden shogun

#i don't need to make a blog for raiden shogun #guys. #i need to make a blog for raiden shogun #you show me a god that pulls a sword out of her tits and kills everyone with the flick of her wrist and think i WON'T be obsessed?

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                                      my god . look away . 

#promo. #the og!!

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la tumba de la isla maldita, 1973

#i. aesthetic : silent. fawn - eyed. clever.

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send emojies for what kind of dynamics you want to plot 

❤️ romantic  🧡 familial  💛 platonic  💝 mentorship 💚 partners in crime 💙 enemies to lovers 💜 enemies to friends 🖤 lovers to enemies 🤎 begrudgingly falling in love 💔 exes with feelings 💕 friends with benefits 💖 friends with benefits + unspoken feelings  💘 actually unrequited  💓 falsely assumed unrequited  ❣️ forced to work together for a common goal

#i. prompts : but as it is i lack myself.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.

➔  change pronouns as needed. 

i’ve been wishing all my life. 

all i’ve got is a head full of memories i’ve had to live with all my life. 

if you don’t believe, it won’t be true. 

i’m too hurt to believe. 

there’s a change of clothing and a bath for you to freshen up. 

so what’s the pitch?

i must be dead!

i must be in heaven. 

dumb broads. who needs em.

he has everything he’s ever wanted. 

can’t you hear her singing?

has the bad man left?

it’s rather late, you know. 

i don’t have a mother. not anymore. 

and just where would you be if not for my appetite?

i know where i’d like to be. 

that’s all in the world i want!

do you mind? i’ve got to put on my dress. 

every man put on earth is condemned to die. 

i don’t love you. i don’t want you here.

i don’t even like you at the moment. 

for civilization to survive, the human race has to stay civilized. 

there is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights turn on.

it makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

there are weapons that are simply thoughts. 

what you thought was the end is the beginning. 

being like everybody is the same as being like nobody. 

man is a questioning creature.

midnight is when the monsters come out.

they say every road goes somewhere.

the perfect crime is one no realizes has been committed. 

life isn’t really like this, is it?

wouldn’t it be nice if once in a while everyone would just shut up and stop pestering you?

#i. prompts : but as it is i lack myself.

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updated my theme  /  currently making icons — adelyn is back baby !

#hiiii what's up i'm gonna reblog an ask meme in a lil bit #i. ooc.

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updated my theme  /  currently making icons — adelyn is back baby !

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' what cloak and dagger stuff? this is just a hat. '

her reply is gone as quickly as it had come to her, a grin spreading her lips in place of the gentle part of surprise that had been there upon adelyn's arrival. a soft exhale of laughter is all that she has to offer, going back to clearing the table that she had left a bothersome mess upon just as she'd left the week prior. natasha glances sideways at her as she removes the hat, admiring the pristine shape of her hair in its absence with a leftover and enduring smile.

maman ! she feels the brush of something smooth against her arm before the gentle but insistent tap of an all - too - familiar finger trying its best to get her attention. natasha turns, coming belly - to - face with the wide brim of a bright orange and velvet hat. she's left stunned for a moment, the hand not occupied with the phone at her ear reaching to tip the brim back, better revealing the bright and beaming face of a girl who's been having far too much fun taking stock of the boutique.

'...natasha?' 'yeah, i'm here -- hey, i don't think i'll be coming back in for another few weeks. i'll call you back later. '

the call ends with a snap of the phone, the device slipped into her pocket before she lowers to a crouch before adelyn, both hands reaching up now to better adjust the hat on her head. to be frank, it's a futile effort ; the child's head is too small, and getting the comically large - in - comparison accessory to balance properly simply won't do. natasha sighs, shaking her head as she removes the thing from her daughter's head and smooths her now static - ridden hair back down. she presses a doting kiss to her crown before standing and easily taking her hand. " come on, let's find you something you can actually wear. "

"nevermind, it suits you." she brings the tray of pastries to the table as adelyn comes to sit at her usual place, waiting for her to settle before leaning to kiss the top of her head, lingering for a moment to pinch her cheek just enough to leave a mark a mere shade deeper than her blush. the grin returns, before she steps to the stove to turn off the heat under the kettle that's just begun to whistle. " now, tell me what i've missed. "

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#YUPPPP #natya and adelyn truly the greatest duo #yen answering this literally 5 entire years later is killing me #saved.

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within adelyn’s canon,  “the sickness” is a moniker for primordial evil. the sickness is to adelyn as what the boogey man is to a child. where the boogey man is manifested as the physical representation of the psychological fears a child is too young to comprehend in its conceptual form, the sickness refers to the concept of evil but is named in a way that is more humanly familiar and easier to comprehend than something as abstract, multidimensional and infinite as evil itself. while it is clear to us that the sickness and evil are one in the same, they are two separate notions to adelyn for a majority of her life. 

without the empathetic mental faculties to internally process the moral weight behind the word “evil”, she does not have an emotional comprehension of what evil is. conversely, she does have an epistemological comprehension and knows it to be a moral indicator relative to “bad” but to an excessive degree. adelyn, with her staunch indifference toward all matters of morality, does not care about what is or what is not considered evil because her actions are never directed by morality but rather guided by the compass of her self-interest.

then there’s adelyn’s perception of the sickness. she spends a long time believing it to be an actual physical illness rather than evilness in and of itself. for a few years of her adult life, adelyn no longer considers herself to be sick because she finds herself lulled by a strange yet growing feeling of contentment that had begun to develop in her teenage years. feeling better and better as time progressed, as if soothing an itch beneath the skin, she had taken this to be a sign of recovery and failed to make the mental connection between her increasing affinity for cruelty and the unconscious bliss felt from each cruel act. 

she had been of frail health in infancy.  perhaps that is why she was so susceptible to the uncontested proclamations of her elders.  around the age of eight, following the death of her mother by the hands of her father, adelyn’s maternal grandmother deemed her to be “sick” with her father’s genes and reminded her of this frequently   –  this is where it begins.

as a growing child,  adelyn believes herself to have some sort of illness passed down from her father, constantly wary of this dormant genetic disease that could become active at any point but she does not know who to ask for help. this phase is a symbolic representation of adelyn as a traumatized child, not afforded the help she should have been given (therapy), and thus this “sickness” (an untapped inclination toward violence) goes unchecked and begins to evolve and worsen in the same way that an untreated illness becomes more prominent, malignant and harder to cure over time. 

in her mid-late teens,  she believes that she is “sick” but as she unconsciously develops a newfound comfort in cruelty to others, she realizes that she feels better than she has in years and wonders if she’s beaten her sickness.

progressing into adulthood,  she no longer believes that she is “sick” but she notices that some people treat her as if she is contagious – as if she brings death. she decides that if she is indeed sick, she will not be sick alone.

a month before her death,  she knows she is sick and understands exactly what it is.