#open to mutuals.
" ... in my defense, i was left unsupervised. "
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making this an official call so: hit the ♡ for r.aven to either give your muse a palm reading, or read tea leaves instead ! ( specify a muse/dynamic if youre a multi/have more than one blog. no prior interaction needed ! )
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( text from harley ) can u help me find my phone?
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she is staring. judging, even.
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it's almost too easy. wallet peeking out of a pocket, tempting her to reach out and snag it. and really, who is she to deny herself the pleasure of such an easy score? silently and expertly, she snags her prize, before deciding that there's no fun in a robbery THAT easy . " you should really hold onto this better. " she says, observing the newly acquired wallet.
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Puts his hands on his hips and grins. " From this day on, I will hereby be known as Serendipity, Liberator of the Goodest Dogs! " He's quite elated about this accomplishment.
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“Every time you talk, I hear that sound that plays when Pac-Man dies.”
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" oh my god, trig ! my second favourite category in mathletics ! this is gonna be fun. but not as fun as calculus. calculus is where math meets poetry. "
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it's that time again, folks ! it's february , so hit the ♡ for a valentines day related ask ! ( this is open to romantic, platonic, and familial ships. ) lmk which muses/dynamic you would like an ask for if you are a multi ) these will be sent throughout the month, up until the first of march. so if you don’t get one right away, don't worry !
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& open !
" who wins, me versus gorilla ? go. "
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" i'm telling you, that there is no way that mystique can defeat jean grey! "
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❝ LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN, ❞ SNEERS THE YOUNG MAN, golden eyes edged with mockery. he's taken up an entire study area, body sprawled across the couch and leather-shoed feet propped up on the wooden table. one long, pale hand spins a fountain pen between two fingers — an absurdly expensive pen he brought from home, the ivory-carved body engraved with the family crest on one side and midas company, ltd. on the other. ❝ i actually abhor clichés, but you aren't worth well-crafted words. ❞ another spin of the pen. ❝ what are you doing here, cretin? your face is giving me a headache. ❞
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“ my dad’s not here to make me do my homework , so i’m not gonna do it . ”
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“ okay, who stole my sword? ”
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"you can't be serious! you really said that to 'em?" she laughed, impressed by the other's descriptive language. "oh boy, wish i'd seen the look on their face!"
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" i'm not mad. just disappointed. "
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