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✻ for an old best friend headcanon

              Trinity Glassfille's oldest and dearest friend is Konoe A. Mercury, of whom she holds an immense amount of affection for. The closeness that they both had would sometimes get them mixed up as sisters, though they were never related by blood.

              Trinity and Konoe have been friends since they were children, and though Konoe may have been more prodigious in her magic, Trinity never once felt an ounce of jealousy for her friend ---- instead acting as her closest advisor, and confidant.

[melthedestroyer]

there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”

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Mother headcanon

♀ for a mother headcanon

               Trinity never truly got to know either of her parents ---- mother or father. But she suspects and believes ( and when she was younger, imagined )that her parents were exceptionally good people. Sweet, and kind. And that they would have treated her kindly, as well. From what other people have said about them, she can build up that sweet fantasy of her parents, untouched by reality.

               Trinity believes that her mother, in particular, looked like her. A bit more aged, here and there, but alike to her, anyway.

[lunarchld]

Relationship Headcanons

Send my muse one (or more) of the following symbols for a headcanon about their relationship with that person

♀ for a mother headcanon 

♂ for a father headcanon

♖ for a sister headcanon

ψ for a brother headcanon

↹ for a best friend headcanon

▲ for an enemy headcanon

✻ for an old best friend headcanon

✤ for a grandparents headcanon

♘ for a favorite teacher headcanon

❀ for a boy/girlfriend headcanon

☮ for a self headcanon

✆ for an ex headcanon 

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♦

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                                 Akin."

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                         "T-Terrifying."

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♦ (pick your muse...or do all of them P:)

// Trinity hasn't met any of your muses, so she doesn't have an opinion of them, yet.

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                             "Cold."

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                             "End."

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                           "Alone."

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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

[serpentis-orationem]

          “So it was you.”        He was in no way surprised, few people could trail him and remain undetected, but he was somewhat confused as to why she would be following him. He was fairly certain she didn’t like being around him.                            ”So what’s this about hm?                                     Surprise visit?                                           Late birthday wishes?                                              Maybe something a little more serious?                                    Or do you want to talk to Terumi? I’m sure he has plenty to say.”           He shifted, turning more towards her and sliding his hands into his pockets. Fingers closed around a knife, just a precaution, he thought.

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                       In response, Trinity straightens, as well. Her chin draws up, as though she were balancing something precariously on the edge of it. It was done in such a way, that it was not dissimilar to the way that a cat bristled, catching sight of a threat.

                       Behind the shine of her glasses, there was rage in Trinity Glassfille's eyes. A barely contained kind of rage, with stirred ponderously inside of her and which threatened to engulf everything ---- a kind of rage that she, as herself, had tried to smote time and time again. Taking her thin, white palms and pounding it out, unflinchingly, even if it burned her over and over.

                          "Do not move." Straightforward, sharp.

                                                                                 "Terumi-san."

                           The way she tacks the honorific on ---- it must sound insulting, and just so. She wanted to insult. Wanted to take her hands and throw salt into his eyes ---- more, if she was stirred to.

                           "I... have no desire to talk."

                                                                  Wasn't that obvious?

                            She was gathering the Muchorin in her hands, white-knuckled and hard.

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calorιe conтrol

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      Narcissism flooded through veins and muscles, fueling the inhumane, chaotic machine within her workings. An unknown power, fueled by the remorseless intake of vanity, inched through slowly, but steadily.

She’d give her head a slight tilt, shifting her arm to grasp the air in false contemplation.

     “Wouldn’t that be an opinion? I’d hate to chide, but just because you find yourself offended, doesn’t quite mean I’m a terrible person, just one with an honest heart. I am cruel for speaking my mind, rather lying?”

     “How truly disgraceful it is to be a liar, so unreliable and secretive. How shall one prove themselves worthy if they spend their time lying? I, am a good woman, honest and responsible. And despite your offense, my opinion, as well as others who lie to you, still rains true.”

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                        Trinity could tell, in that moment ---- with the woman's arrogance bearing its cruelty across her features ---- that to argue with this woman, at least, would get her nowhere. All that it would do would rile her further, and entice the other woman. A foolish choice, then. And Trinity tries to gather her fraying wits, but it's hard. It's difficult.

                       Nerves, flashing and burning inside of her; Trinity breathes. A long, sharp noise through her nose, which lets fly a stray hair on her cheek.

                       " ---- An opinion," Trinity enunciates, long and low. "Is not fact."

                      "It rains true to you, maybe..." Slow. Calm. In, out. "But it is an opinion, nonetheless. And... surely you are aware of the difference between an opinion and fact?"

                       That legendary anger of Trinity Glassfille's was lacing her tongue, its devilish smile prevalent in the snap of her tongue, the flare of her nostrils. Only an incredible few could rouse it within her, but there it was, in her movements, in her hair, in her eyes.

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// casually drops the link to my oc since I'm apparently on a blog-making roll right now.

[serpentis-orationem]

         The night’s cold wind bit at Hazama’s uncovered face, threatening to bring tears to his eyes, dry as they were. The scent of rain was in the air, and he was led to believe that it was that scent that had made the streets empty so quickly. A quick glance around would reveal him to be the only visible presence in the area.         His shoes clicked on the pavement, the metal toe caps scraping with each step. They where loud, and should anyone be around they were sure to hear the sound, but there was no reason to conceal it. He didn’t need to be hidden, after all, he already knew there was someone else there.          ”Is that you, four eyes? You’ve always had a knack for being invisible.”

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          And of course, she doesn't know exactly what to do. Trinity feels that she should have expected this ---- that she should have known better. This was a man who was always more than the expectations of him. There was no end of surprises with him, each surprise more unpleasant than the last.

          The low clack, clack of her own heels comes to a halt. Her breath halts in her lungs, caught by strong, terrified fingers. Her throat feels as though someone had reached down into it, and raked their claws up, furrows of a fiery kind of pain.

                                                                      "Terumi-san."