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Post by Kor on Aug 29, 2023 16:20:03 GMT -6
give anglerfish not a full swordfish nose but a little pointy nose bump reminiscent of one ?
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Post by Kor on Aug 26, 2023 18:25:53 GMT -6
www.tumblr.com/loniceral/691844381167255552Marion: True. Claude, miserable: No argument. Saint: We must be at least equally hot and slutty considering how bad your widow wants me. Mackenzie: Not true, you're just the closest she has left. Kawena: *peace signs* Equally unfuckable. Jonah: Why is everyone looking at me? Hasn't anyone ever considered I could be the original? Jon: Literally existed before you, but I'll concede I am hotter. Maybe not sluttier. Jonah: I do get around.
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Post by Kor on Aug 25, 2023 18:33:24 GMT -6
Complicated Ian Kelly magniway song. "Would I lie to you, did I ever break the truce?" "Am I losing faith? / I can't be in second place" it's not going on the list though
DYING TO MEET YOU SOS KAZOO. "All the girls are dying to meet you / Such a shame that you couldn't be yourself". and especially in the context of one of the girls becoming A Businesswoman and reuniting with her at the hotel and being like. shes so different yknow.
and pimp and the priest live for priest jon and speakeasy luka specifically.
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Aug 24, 2023 23:14:17 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Aug 24, 2023 23:14:17 GMT -6
"People can't just come back from the dead because they want to not be dead anymore." "Why not? That's what I did." "Are you sure?" Yohai looks back at her like the question was ridiculous. And then like it wasn't ridiculous. And then like it was something to think about. And then like it was horrifying. Pall over their face, they take a deep nervous breath. "Illanya," they say, "I have crawled out of the ocean fueled by fury and determination. I have collected my crew from their graves. I have salvaged us a ship and I've made a name for us, all without so much as a drop of blood left in my body. And just the idea you put in my head right now kind of makes me want to fucking kill myself."
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Aug 19, 2023 20:36:13 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Aug 19, 2023 20:36:13 GMT -6
Something comes crashing down in the house, toppling over, hitting wooden floor hard enough Ines can hear it reverberate - on the upper floor, not faraway from her bedroom. Bolt upright, she wastes no time pulling on her dressing gown, and before reaching the door, she doubles back for the revolver on her nightstand. The hallway is dark but the curtains aren't drawn and moonlight fills the space with its silvery light, casting onto Vittori, and she immediately relaxes. It passes quickly, with the way he's prone on the landing, trying to push himself up to his elbows. When she sets the revolver down on the table in the hall she sees how pale he is, the cold shine on his forehead. "Ines," he groans, trying to crawl forward. "Vittori!" She kneels by his side, begins checking him for the wound he most certainly has. "Ines," he echoes, tone all at once blissful through the strain, all at once grinning. "Did you leave the door unlocked for me or did you just forget?" "V, what happened, are you alright?" "I got shot in the knee in Jonestown. Hey, lie down with me." Her face darkens - and a faint chill touches her back. "Tell me you didn't walk hete from Jonestown on a blown out leg." "All that time in the infirmary, I oughta know how to wrap a bullet wound by now. Will you lie down with me, Ness?" "You need a doctor." He grabs the front of her dressing gown, startling her, almost pulling it loose in an attempt to drag her down beside him; She takes his hand and pulls it off, catching him by enough surprise that it works, and she steps back, distancing from him. "I'm going to get Abrams, V. I'll be right back." "Ines," he says once, turning eyes to her as she steps past him to rush down the stairs. She hears him one last time before she leaves, raising his voice to a shout after her: "INES!"
He's curled on his side, still on the landing and shivering when she returns with Dr. Abrams and a nurse at her back. When he hears the door open, commotion on the stairs, he moans her name again, and when he crosses into his line of sight he seizes the hem of her jacket by her ankle, stopping her. "I came all the way here," he whispers. "I know." She kneels to cup his face and so he could see hers - his eyes open wider to look. "Dr. Abrams and his assistant are going to move you to my bed. I'll lie down with you in the bed, okay?" He still looks a little bit hurt, but doesn't put up a fight.
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Aug 19, 2023 19:27:26 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Aug 19, 2023 19:27:26 GMT -6
It's only Wednesday: agony "02" on my last day of work countdown: :0 I need to delete you now but seeing this and remembering the very different problem I was having literally this week is weirdly relaxing. Like oh yeah. I think this has genuinely fixed me.
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Post by Kor on Aug 16, 2023 19:47:44 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Aug 4, 2023 10:13:04 GMT -6
im thinking about slightly older ines with big round glasses
ines probably had like butt-length hair when she was younger
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Jul 26, 2023 21:07:39 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Jul 26, 2023 21:07:39 GMT -6
I think vallen wearing rosaries is canon because I think he's like "you might think that being locked away made me feel abandoned by god, but if anything it really brought us closer. like a test of my will. I think I'm closer to god than anyone else" <‐ (has a complex)
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Jul 16, 2023 21:08:15 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Jul 16, 2023 21:08:15 GMT -6
She can't count at all
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Jul 9, 2023 20:31:09 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Jul 9, 2023 20:31:09 GMT -6
Preacher wove her way between the crewquarter beds in the pitch dark of the lower decks. Ever one for a late night walk, even the dim light of the stars and moon she'd been watching were enough to make her eyes ill-adjusted here, and she guided her route with one hand skimming the frames of the upper bunks, occasionally brushing a blanket or a hand, not keeping long enough to apologize or even to be identified. "Hey," murmured a low voice at her legs. Preacher stopped - against her better judgement, but she knew the voice. Perhaps that made it twofold against her better judgement. She looked into the bunk until she could make out Magni's face, a smooth cheekbone, her lips among her dark beard, closed eyes framed by lashes. Fast asleep even as she mumbled, "Nononono... Mh... something good..." Her eyebrows creased and she rocked her head away, falling silent with a low sigh. Preacher lingered in front of the bed, looking down almost derisively, feeling it was strangely intimate and flagrantly a bit cute in a way she found downright distasteful. She turned her head, ready to leave, but as she did saw a glint in the darkness just above her - another set of eyes. Thin and tired, set on either side of a hooked nose, dark waves a halo on their flat pillow - the eyes studying her could only be Yohai's, watching her watching Magni. "She truly never shuts up, does she?" whispered Preacher, without a beat missed. After a moment, like they were reluctant, Yohai cracked a thin entertained smile and nodded. "I think it's chronic. Anything you can do about it, doc?" "Nothing you couldn't also do." Yohai breathed a laugh. Jacket brushing the bedframe behind her, Preacher continued into the dark.
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Post by Kor on Jul 8, 2023 19:07:16 GMT -6
"Where are the kids?" "Wish I could tell you." From the look on Killcrop's face, he means it. "They were still together last I heard of them, at least." "What happened?" "What do you think? Police caught up with me. Got a chance to talk to the two of them, told them to take everything and to take care of each other." He looks down, shifting back and forth. "Almost ten years without their dad. But it kept 'em out of the system, kept 'em from being forced to testify against me..." "The system?" "You know what I mean. They don't need new parents. God knows they wouldn't treat them right." He glances up, catching sight of the sympathetic look she's casting him, and he returns a hard, unamused smile. "Don't look at me like that." "I can just imagine... Your childhood must have been difficult." His smile grew to show teeth, tilting his head. "It wasn't." For a moment, she was at a loss for words, and Killcrop continued in a low voice, "The man who brought me up was a good man, a real good man." He rolls his neck back. "But he was also a moralistic coward, just like the rest of humanity. Which is to say, he didn't like me." Pacing past her, almost singsonging it, "He thought there was something wrong with me. But he always wanted to do the right thing." The words were laced with with derision and humour. "No matter what the other kids told him. No matter how many dead animals I left lying around. Even after I broke Iris's kneecap and hung him upside down from the maple." He looks into the distance, smile grim. "Y'know, it's funny - I think I respect Iris more than him. See, Iris knows what I knew." He looks back at her. "The old man should've killed me before I got big enough that he couldn't."
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Post by Kor on Jul 3, 2023 15:40:28 GMT -6
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Jun 24, 2023 22:03:21 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Jun 24, 2023 22:03:21 GMT -6
Marion has a phobia of fire. Pat is definitely afraid of heights. Step would definitely be afraid of needles. Garums definitely also afraid of heights. Leslie and Tobe both cynophobic lmfao. Brant afraid of thunderstorms? Likewise Nicky gets terrified hearing anything like falling over like there could be someone in the apartment. ARI is definitely afraid of thunderstorms.
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Jun 22, 2023 21:19:52 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Jun 22, 2023 21:19:52 GMT -6
Glancing over with an eyebrow raised, "I know exactly who you are, Elias Lagace." That shut him up for a moment. Even as it did, his smile grew back with a twist of humor. "You know my family name. I don't see what that has to do with me." Garum turned away with a small laugh and a roll of his eyes. "I'm not done yet," said Elias, still smiling, and Garum stopped. "'Cause you know, Garum, if anything I think that tells me more about you than it does about me: Just because one of us isn't more than the boy his family kicked out doesn't mean we both haven't." Garum turned back to look at him, expression dark, but left in silence.
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