ódauðlegur.

[ ... ] 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁 ― 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝙏

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          # asynjja ;   on hiatus for a couple of weeks!   an exploration of immortality, war, germanic mythology, and religious desperation   within the science fiction genre ――   through the eyes of   moa zhao,  the ódauðlegur,   and written by lyn  ( she / her by default, any pronouns are fine ).   gmt+2 and based in central europe,   low to medium activity due to university.   discord is available for mutuals.   banner credit goes to shebb.   currently reading:   frank herbert’s dune and sarah j. maas’ a court of thorns and roses.

carrd.   pinterest.   memes.   also found on indizien.

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i kinda miss this blog

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those who still want to write with moa, she’s temporarily moved to my multi @indizien until i finish uni ? or at least figure out how i want to move forward w her <3 she’s my everything but she’s extremely silent and i’m basically dropping every thread i owe on here because i don’t think it’s fair to keep anyone waiting for a year or more

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the new url of my multi is @conzierge for those who are late to the party <3

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those who still want to write with moa, she’s temporarily moved to my multi @indizien until i finish uni ? or at least figure out how i want to move forward w her <3 she’s my everything but she’s extremely silent and i’m basically dropping every thread i owe on here because i don’t think it’s fair to keep anyone waiting for a year or more

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those who still want to write with moa, she’s temporarily moved to my multi @indizien until i finish uni ? or at least figure out how i want to move forward w her <3 she’s my everything but she’s extremely silent and i’m basically dropping every thread i owe on here because i don’t think it’s fair to keep anyone waiting for a year or more

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          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃;   you learn to prepare it early and you learn to prepare it well.   Your arms grow STRONGER from grinding grain,   your skin grows THICKER from milking cows,   and then you are sent out to hunt.   But when you cook,   the pain of icy winters fades away.   And as your aunts have given you food,   you give unto others;   love in shape of breads and stews.   You are a child,   then you are a woman;   and when the war is over,   you feast.   //     endless edits of moa zhao,   mutuals may reblog.

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PROMPT :     what the fuck did you do that for ?!   ➝   @mclti​

                    time.   walter once said that it was the one limiting variable that gave value to every experience and every emotion associated with life.   among all his daring theories and unprovable hypotheses,   this was one she agreed with.   a cigarette between her fingertips and lungs filled with cold winter air,   she had mutely substantiated his claim.   life was meaningless without its FLEETING NATURE,   a procedure with flawed parameters.   something not worth striving for despite william’s unruly ambitions.   the door to the interrogation room falls shut,   palm momentarily resting upon the doorknob before she turns to face kathryn.   the anger in her voice is expected but unfruitful;   but a couple of seconds pass until the slender figure of a special agent makes its way towards the table.   across the room and with his arms crossed over the chest,   broyles inspects the younger bishop with consideration.

“ peter is recovering well. ”     the remark carries a certain impudence that she herself is aware of.   there is a chair next to the hospital bed,   waiting for kathryn to sit down and hold her brother’s hand.   she imagines walter asking about her,   ignores astrid’s messages;   barring the one person that comes closest to being her own daughter from seeing he injured brother was hardly a decision made light-heartedly.   finally  , as silhouette settles on the chair across the younger twin’s,   she exhales the tense breath ――   inaudibly.     “ initially, broyles and i thought that the machine was activated by your counterpart.   but we found evidence that she was killed months ago. ”     the silence that follows is dreadful.   something along the lines of unspoken condolences is written across obsidian eyes,   hands folded together on top of her lap and back resting against the hard surface of the chair.   she sees broyles diverting his eyes for a moment.   when two universes collide,   only one remains;   but the calculations scribbled across a blackboard in harvard never considered the TRAUMA of surviving the collision ――   of seeing a reflection of yourself,   dead,   mutilated.

“ which leaves only one other option, ”     she says and broyles pushes himself off the two-way mirror that reflects his strained figure against artificial light.   when the fringe division and the aco joined their resources,   he looked different and much younger.   now,   he paces through the room like he anticipates mines under his feet. 

“ all of us believed it was olivia when her doppelganger took her place in this universe. ”     his voice sounds weary,   but his eyes are anything but.     “ we cannot rule out that peter had a child with the wrong olivia and walternate is using this child to operate the doomsday machine. ”

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thinking about nothing else rn

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MAGGIE Q,  DESIGNATED SURVIVOR: BEHIND THE SCENES.

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is this a fever dream....... am i online at the same time as the og husband @dukecrocker

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does tumblr block people on their own now or was i drunk some night and can’t remember jack shit

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ah, the weekend. the opiate of the students...

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#          𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄          𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑          𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍          _          A          STUDY          OF           𝑆𝑈𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑉𝐴𝐿          (          saved          by          lea.

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not here but @nuseven / @guidwin & @fierceminded are singlehandedly keeping me alive 😌

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i’m putting this blog on indefinite hiatus. the stress of getting closer to my degree, the weather getting darker, and the restrictions being increased to prevent another outbreak are massively impacting my mental health and you guys do not deserve half-assed replies, both ic and ooc. moa’s story isn’t finished and i can’t say i’m never going to come online again, but i’ve been thinking about deleting quite for a while now and i think a proper hiatus for now is the best solution. my multimuse indizien will also be impacted by this. the only blog that won’t be impacted is my dune blog which i’m keeping private and exclusive to just a handful of mutuals. if you want the url or my discord, you can message me. otherwise, i had a blast and maybe we’ll see each other again. feel free to unfollow / softblock. i’ll reach out when i’m ready to become active again and still want to plot.

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Maggie Q as Hannah Wells in Designated Survivor (2016 — )

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# lucky Bitch