I can't watch this anymore! I- I can't! It's giving me ✨anxiety✨ while I am ✨struggling mentally✨*ding*
Me, that one scene in Season 3 when Piper apparently fesses up to doing something really shitty to bring Alex back into prison
Cicero 👁👁
OK- FUCK MBTI TYPES-
Juliette: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?
Poison, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons
Juliette:
Juliette: fsh
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
I was told that I am intimidating until I open my mouth and talk.
I have finally found my kin and you'd never guess.
Apparently, when I asked a couple of my alters...they told me my facial expressions and how I look is a lot like Toothless. He's adorable but goddamn it, they're right.
I wouldn't be shocked if I looked like this when I'm angry.
Vinca: These heels hurt like a bitch...
Runa: Then why do you wear them?
Helena: I'm thinking it's to make her taller.
Vinca: Didn't ask you.
Helena: You didn't ask the question.
Runa: I did ask the question...
Vinca: *sigh* It's whatever...I just want to be a bit taller.
Helena: Vinca, those are six-inch heels...I would be concerned if your feet didn't hurt.
Vinca: So? Six-inch pumps or not, my feet shouldn't hurt.
Runa: Don't you complain about those heels all of the time?
Vinca: Didn't ask you.
Helena: She does. She chose to complain to us this time.
Vinca: Are you ignoring me?
Runa: No. Just whenever you choose to be an ass we don't respond to you.
*Helena silently chuckles*
Vinca: You know what? I have better things to do.
Runa: Oh? Like Joan?
*Helena snickers as Vinca growls under her breath. Helena grabs her sword*
Helena: I have to train. Tell Joan I said Hi.
No bestie
I'm a service top as well in the RE8 fandom
Sorry, gotta rant for a sec. I am a service top, always have been always will be, but I just realized that I'm not only a service top in the bedroom *wink wink* but pretty much in every aspect of my life. I think I might just not be very creative?? Tell me what to do and by god it will get done... but, I really do need to be told what to do first lol
Honestly, just let me worship you, Queen. Respectfully, of course. Or disrespectfully. (Whatever you into I guess...😏)
On that note, don't forget to keep requesting things! (Nice segue if I do say so myself XD)
“Mother!” Bela cries from alongside you. You had collapsed to the ground. Your heart had stopped for a brief period before starting to beat like a drum, the sisters had heard. "Mother! Y/N collapsed!" Daniela wailed and disintegrated into a swarm of flies. "Mother! Mother!" Cassandra shrieked and vanished among the insects. Bela softly nudged you, and she began to notice a slowing of your heartbeat and the color fading from your eyes.
"Come swiftly, Mother!"
As you lay on the castle floor, you could hear the countess' thunderous footfall. The steps abruptly come to a halt. Why had she frozen? She was never vocal about her feelings for you. She'd never be attracted to a mere mortal. When your eyes finally met hers, your world went black. Her eyes were fluttering with terror.
Daniela's eyes welled up with tears. She made an attempt to cheer everyone up.
"Maybe they were just exhausted!" sniffled Daniela with a soft chuckle. “I just watched Y/N die, Daniela! You can't say they were exhausted!" "I'm trying to lift your spirits, Bela!" "Well, Daniela, you're not lifting it now, are you?"
Cassandra joins in the dispute. It's too much for Alcina. Not right now, especially not right now. “Tăcere!” The three girls fell silent.
“This is not the time, nor the place.” “But mother-” “Ce tocmai am spus?”
The three sisters exchange a look of shame and sorrow. They could tell that this had a larger effect upon their mother than it did on them. Bela vanished amid a swarm of insects, signalling her sisters to follow her. They follow suit, leaving Alcina with you alone.
"I wish you had known how much I adored you..." Alcina sobs as she cradles your frail body. Your heart stopped beating, and you were utterly still.
You incounter a small hut in the middle of...seemingly nowhere. You decide to knock but when no answer comes you gently open the door. You see a cauldron in the middle of the hut. The room smells gently of lavender and chamomile. The door closes behind you. You then hear the gentle soothing voice of someone. Possibly the owner of the hut.
"Oh! Hello there! Sorry that you came when my cottage is such a mess. Would you like a cup of tea? I was just out fetching ingredients."
My aesthetic says Goth. But how I act is totally different. I look and sound intimidating as fuck but I'm not unless I need to be.
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