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[ieles-hora]

𓏲✶⋆ ℑ𝔢𝔩𝔢 ⋆✶⋆ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶/𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪⋆✶⋆ 19

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[isora1012]

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[luna-azzurra]

Character Movements (Lips) Part 2

Smiling: The character's lips curl upwards at the corners, indicating happiness, friendliness, or amusement.

Frowning: The character's lips turn downwards, indicating sadness, displeasure, or concern.

Pouting: The character pushes their lower lip forward, often conveying disappointment, sulking, or a desire for attention.

Biting lip: The character lightly bites or presses their lips together, suggesting nervousness, anticipation, or hesitation.

Licking lips: The character's tongue briefly touches or moves across their lips, indicating desire, anticipation, or hunger.

Pressing lips together: The character's lips are firmly pressed together, indicating determination, frustration, or holding back emotions.

Parting lips: The character's lips slightly separate, often indicating surprise, shock, or readiness to speak.

Trembling lips: The character's lips quiver or shake, suggesting fear, anxiety, or suppressed emotions.

Whispering: The character's lips move closer together, and their voice becomes softer, indicating secrecy, confidentiality, or intimacy.

Mouthing words: The character moves their lips without making any sound, often used to convey silent communication or frustration.

[luna-azzurra]

Character Movements (Lips) Part 2

Smiling: The character's lips curl upwards at the corners, indicating happiness, friendliness, or amusement.

Frowning: The character's lips turn downwards, indicating sadness, displeasure, or concern.

Pouting: The character pushes their lower lip forward, often conveying disappointment, sulking, or a desire for attention.

Biting lip: The character lightly bites or presses their lips together, suggesting nervousness, anticipation, or hesitation.

Licking lips: The character's tongue briefly touches or moves across their lips, indicating desire, anticipation, or hunger.

Pressing lips together: The character's lips are firmly pressed together, indicating determination, frustration, or holding back emotions.

Parting lips: The character's lips slightly separate, often indicating surprise, shock, or readiness to speak.

Trembling lips: The character's lips quiver or shake, suggesting fear, anxiety, or suppressed emotions.

Whispering: The character's lips move closer together, and their voice becomes softer, indicating secrecy, confidentiality, or intimacy.

Mouthing words: The character moves their lips without making any sound, often used to convey silent communication or frustration.

[luna-azzurra]

Body Language Cheat Sheet For Writers 

╰ Facial expressions

These are your micro-signals, like the blinking neon signs of the soul. But they’re small, quick, and often lie harder than words.

Raised eyebrows — This can mean surprise or disbelief, sure. But it can also be a full-on, silent “Are you serious right now?” when someone’s being ridiculous. Or even curiosity when someone’s too emotionally repressed to askthe damn question.

Furrowed brow — That face people make when they’re doing long division in their head or trying to emotionally process a compliment. It’s thinking, yes—but also confusion, deep frustration, or quiet simmering rage.

Smiling — Can be happiness… or total fake-it-till-you-make-it energy. Some smiles are stiff. Some don’t reach the eyes. Show that.

Frowning — Sure, sadness. But also: disappointment, judgment, or the universal “I’m about to say something blunt, brace yourself.”

Lip biting — It’s not just nervousness, it’s pressure. Self-control. Anticipation. It’s the thing people do when they want to say something and decide, at the last second, not to.

╰ Eye movement

The window to the soul? Yeah. But also the window to when someone’s lying, flirting, or deeply trying not to cry in public.

Eye contact — Confidence or challenge. Eye contact can be gentle, curious, sharp like a blade. Sometimes it’s desperate: “Please understand me.”

Avoiding eye contact — Not always guilt. Sometimes it’s protectiveness. Sometimes it’s “I’m afraid if I look at you, you’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.”

Narrowed eyes — Calculating. Suspicious. The look someone gives when their brain’s saying “hmmm...” and it’s not a good hmm.

Wide eyes — Surprise, yes. But also sudden fear. The oh-God-it’s-happening look. Or when someone just found out they’re not as in control as they thought.

Eye roll — Classic. But try using it with tension, like when someone’s annoyed and trying very hard not to lose it in public.

╰ Gestures

This is where characters’ emotions go when their mouths are lying.

Crossing arms — Not just defensive. Sometimes it’s comfort. A self-hug. A barrier when the conversation is getting too personal.

Fidgeting — This is nervous energy with nowhere to go. Watch fingers tapping, rings spinning, sleeves tugged. It says: I’m not okay, but I’m trying not to show it.

Pointing — It’s a stab in the air. Aggressive, usually. But sometimes a desperate plea: Look. Understand this.

Open palms — Vulnerability. Honesty. Or a gesture that says, “I have nothing left to hide.”

Hand on chin — Not just thinking. It’s stalling. It’s delaying. It’s “I’m about to say something that might get me in trouble.”

╰ Posture and movement

These are your vibes. How someone occupies space says everything.

Slumped shoulders — Exhaustion. Defeat. Or someone trying to take up less space because they feel small.

Upright posture — Not always confidence. Sometimes it’s forced. Sometimes it’s a character trying really, really hard to look like they’re fine.

Pacing — Inner chaos externalized. Thinking so loudly it needs movement. Waiting for something. Running from your own thoughts.

Tapping foot — Tension. Irritation. Sometimes a buildup to an explosion.

Leaning in — Intimacy. Interest. Or subtle manipulation. (You matter to me. I’m listening. Let’s get closer.)

╰ Touch

This is intimacy in all its forms, comforting, protective, romantic, or invasive.

Hugging — Doesn’t always mean closeness. Could be a goodbye. Could be an apology they can’t say out loud. Could be awkward as hell.

Handshake — Stiff or crushing or slippery. How someone shakes hands says more than their words do.

Back patting — Casual warmth. Bro culture. Awkward emotional support when someone doesn’t know how to comfort but wants to try.

Clenched fists — Holding something in. Rage, tears, restraint. Fists mean tension that needs somewhere to go.

Hair tuck — Sure, flirtation or nerves. But also a subtle shield. A way to hide. A habit from childhood when someone didn’t want to be seen.

╰ Mirroring:

If two characters start syncing their body language, something is happening. Empathy. Chemistry. Shared grief. If someone shifts their body when the other does? Take notice. Other human bits that say everything without words...

Nodding — Not just yes. Could be an “I hear you,” even if they don’t agree. Could be the “keep going” nod. Could be patronizing if done too slow.

Crossed legs — Chill. Casual. Or closed-off, depending on context. Especially if their arms are crossed too.

Finger tapping — Time is ticking. Brain is pacing. Something’s coming.

Hand to chest — Sincerity, yes. But also shock. Or grounding—a subconscious attempt to stay present when everything feels like too much.

Tilting the head — Curiosity. Playfulness. Or someone listening so hard they forget to hide it.

Temple rub — “I can’t deal.” Could be physical pain. Could be stress. Could be emotional overload in disguise.

Chin stroking — Your classic “I’m judging you politely.” Often used in arguments between characters pretending to be calm.

Hands behind the back — Authority. Control. Or rigid fear masked as control.

Leaning body — This is the body betraying the brain. A tilt toward someone means they care—even if their words are cold.

Nail biting — Classic anxiety. But also habit. Something learned. Sometimes people bite because that’s how they self-soothe.

Squinting — Focusing. Doubting. Suspicion without confrontation.

Shifting weight — Uncomfortable. Unsure. Someone who wants to leave but doesn’t.

Covering the mouth — Guilt. Hesitation. The “should I say this?” moment before something big drops.

Body language is more honest than dialogue. If you really want to show your character’s internal world, don’t just give them lines. Give them a hand that won’t stop shaking. Give them a foot that won’t stop bouncing. Give them a mouth that smiles when their eyes don’t. And if you’re not sure what your character would do in a moment of fear, or love, or heartbreak, try acting it out yourself. Seriously. Get weird. Feel what your body does. Then write that down.

[luna-azzurra]

Body Language Cheat Sheet For Writers 

╰ Facial expressions

These are your micro-signals, like the blinking neon signs of the soul. But they’re small, quick, and often lie harder than words.

Raised eyebrows — This can mean surprise or disbelief, sure. But it can also be a full-on, silent “Are you serious right now?” when someone’s being ridiculous. Or even curiosity when someone’s too emotionally repressed to askthe damn question.

Furrowed brow — That face people make when they’re doing long division in their head or trying to emotionally process a compliment. It’s thinking, yes—but also confusion, deep frustration, or quiet simmering rage.

Smiling — Can be happiness… or total fake-it-till-you-make-it energy. Some smiles are stiff. Some don’t reach the eyes. Show that.

Frowning — Sure, sadness. But also: disappointment, judgment, or the universal “I’m about to say something blunt, brace yourself.”

Lip biting — It’s not just nervousness, it’s pressure. Self-control. Anticipation. It’s the thing people do when they want to say something and decide, at the last second, not to.

╰ Eye movement

The window to the soul? Yeah. But also the window to when someone’s lying, flirting, or deeply trying not to cry in public.

Eye contact — Confidence or challenge. Eye contact can be gentle, curious, sharp like a blade. Sometimes it’s desperate: “Please understand me.”

Avoiding eye contact — Not always guilt. Sometimes it’s protectiveness. Sometimes it’s “I’m afraid if I look at you, you’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.”

Narrowed eyes — Calculating. Suspicious. The look someone gives when their brain’s saying “hmmm...” and it’s not a good hmm.

Wide eyes — Surprise, yes. But also sudden fear. The oh-God-it’s-happening look. Or when someone just found out they’re not as in control as they thought.

Eye roll — Classic. But try using it with tension, like when someone’s annoyed and trying very hard not to lose it in public.

╰ Gestures

This is where characters’ emotions go when their mouths are lying.

Crossing arms — Not just defensive. Sometimes it’s comfort. A self-hug. A barrier when the conversation is getting too personal.

Fidgeting — This is nervous energy with nowhere to go. Watch fingers tapping, rings spinning, sleeves tugged. It says: I’m not okay, but I’m trying not to show it.

Pointing — It’s a stab in the air. Aggressive, usually. But sometimes a desperate plea: Look. Understand this.

Open palms — Vulnerability. Honesty. Or a gesture that says, “I have nothing left to hide.”

Hand on chin — Not just thinking. It’s stalling. It’s delaying. It’s “I’m about to say something that might get me in trouble.”

╰ Posture and movement

These are your vibes. How someone occupies space says everything.

Slumped shoulders — Exhaustion. Defeat. Or someone trying to take up less space because they feel small.

Upright posture — Not always confidence. Sometimes it’s forced. Sometimes it’s a character trying really, really hard to look like they’re fine.

Pacing — Inner chaos externalized. Thinking so loudly it needs movement. Waiting for something. Running from your own thoughts.

Tapping foot — Tension. Irritation. Sometimes a buildup to an explosion.

Leaning in — Intimacy. Interest. Or subtle manipulation. (You matter to me. I’m listening. Let’s get closer.)

╰ Touch

This is intimacy in all its forms, comforting, protective, romantic, or invasive.

Hugging — Doesn’t always mean closeness. Could be a goodbye. Could be an apology they can’t say out loud. Could be awkward as hell.

Handshake — Stiff or crushing or slippery. How someone shakes hands says more than their words do.

Back patting — Casual warmth. Bro culture. Awkward emotional support when someone doesn’t know how to comfort but wants to try.

Clenched fists — Holding something in. Rage, tears, restraint. Fists mean tension that needs somewhere to go.

Hair tuck — Sure, flirtation or nerves. But also a subtle shield. A way to hide. A habit from childhood when someone didn’t want to be seen.

╰ Mirroring:

If two characters start syncing their body language, something is happening. Empathy. Chemistry. Shared grief. If someone shifts their body when the other does? Take notice. Other human bits that say everything without words...

Nodding — Not just yes. Could be an “I hear you,” even if they don’t agree. Could be the “keep going” nod. Could be patronizing if done too slow.

Crossed legs — Chill. Casual. Or closed-off, depending on context. Especially if their arms are crossed too.

Finger tapping — Time is ticking. Brain is pacing. Something’s coming.

Hand to chest — Sincerity, yes. But also shock. Or grounding—a subconscious attempt to stay present when everything feels like too much.

Tilting the head — Curiosity. Playfulness. Or someone listening so hard they forget to hide it.

Temple rub — “I can’t deal.” Could be physical pain. Could be stress. Could be emotional overload in disguise.

Chin stroking — Your classic “I’m judging you politely.” Often used in arguments between characters pretending to be calm.

Hands behind the back — Authority. Control. Or rigid fear masked as control.

Leaning body — This is the body betraying the brain. A tilt toward someone means they care—even if their words are cold.

Nail biting — Classic anxiety. But also habit. Something learned. Sometimes people bite because that’s how they self-soothe.

Squinting — Focusing. Doubting. Suspicion without confrontation.

Shifting weight — Uncomfortable. Unsure. Someone who wants to leave but doesn’t.

Covering the mouth — Guilt. Hesitation. The “should I say this?” moment before something big drops.

Body language is more honest than dialogue. If you really want to show your character’s internal world, don’t just give them lines. Give them a hand that won’t stop shaking. Give them a foot that won’t stop bouncing. Give them a mouth that smiles when their eyes don’t. And if you’re not sure what your character would do in a moment of fear, or love, or heartbreak, try acting it out yourself. Seriously. Get weird. Feel what your body does. Then write that down.

[nn-ee-zz]

My religious works so far

[quakerjoe]

[gnilushhka]

🤫🤫🤫

[abysstar]

I'm gonna be drawing this two homosexuals till the day i die

[lawbutch]

I sat behind the same girl in class all year and I was painfully jealous of her beautiful curly hair and I assumed she had just figured out some hair routine I didn't know, or had more time in the mornings than me, or was somehow more disciplined or just lucky. And then my friend talked to her one day and found out she gets 500$ perms and highlights 3 times a year. The answer was literally just money. The same friend found out that most of our classmates who I thought were just naturally smarter than me went to private highschools that cost 25k a year.

This is all a metaphor to say that there will be times when you feel like other people understand something that you don't, or have some ability that you don't, or are better than you in some way because they've accomplished something you can't. And it's going to turn out that they're just rich and they spent thousands of dollars to make that happen. You are not bad, you are not broken, the system is just fucked.

[motherfuckingshakespeare]

A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE. 

[achillesinhighheels]

"When Harlem Was" by Eric Bowman.

[moonieee]

The saga continues...

[soulemnity]

hello little brother

[triscribe]

OKAY HOLD ON I GOTTA REBLOG THIS AGAIN because I only JUST noticed the subtle color change of the background!!! As baby Luffy wakes up and LIGHTS up! And suddenly ACE AND SABO'S WHOLE WORLD IS BRIGHTER-!!!!!!!

LITERAL RAY OF SUNSHINE FROM DAY ONE

UGH Soul you MAD GENIUS

[beastenraged]

older than despair- 2

(A TEA PARTY FOR YOU! :D @sroloc--elbisivni, @triscribe)

Ginny sits before a stone table on a simple stool. A stone table carved with intricate patterns of what appears to be various battles and victories. She lifts her eyes from what appears to be a Buccaneer being disemboweled by a devilish knight, stomach churning, to look at her teacup instead. No, she doesn’t need to look at that. The baby in her seems to agree, wiggling ever so slightly.  

The room is dark, like every place she’s been allowed in Pangaea Castle so far, curtains drawn to block any natural light. Yet she can still see well enough, with round orbs of lanterns hanging about from the ceiling. 

Not enough to see the true face of who shares the table with her, of course. 

She smooths out her dress, an intricate pale gray thing of velvet and pearl that covers every inch of her from neck down to her ankles. Something definitely different from her common slave smock, something to be worn to make her an added decoration to the decor surrounding her. The gray blends in with the pearly lamps and dishes, after all. 

A fairy tale brought life. The kind where the fairies eat the guests. 

Ginny’s seen too much of what is considered beautiful in the Holy Land to be impressed. Much. 

But awe is important to show to assholes who will kill the people she cares about terribly, so she widens her eyes and looks about in feigned interest. Not that Mr. Shadow seems to care. No, there’s only one thing that Mr. Shadow cares about when it comes to interacting with her and that’s...

“Tell me, what tea does Beloved favor beyond these walls?” Red eyes that Ginny hates that are filled with a hungry need to know. 

Ginny primly sips from her tea cup. Herbs. Green tea, something like that. Barely more than water, no need to waste the good stuff on a mere slave. Enough to ground her in the moment and that’s all she needs to find her words. 

“Dragon-sama doesn’t take tea much.”

Most likely due to horrible flashbacks from this, but Mr. Shadow’s totally going to miss that. Monsters like it always do. 

Mr. Shadow hums, outright pleased by Ginny’s apparent show of respect to its ‘Beloved.’ Apparent being the important part here, because the respect Ginny has for Dragon goes beyond a silly ‘sama.’ 

Because, no offense to anyone else in the Revolution that uses the honorific for Dragon, Ginny simply doesn’t think of her commander in that way. Dragon-sama is some unreachable leader, a mysterious individual that Mr. Shadow wants to peel apart. Dragon is her friend. 

Ginny hates dividing it up in her brain like that, but she’s done it before to survive in the so-called Holy land. So she will do it again. The worst part is that Dragon would forgive her, over and over, for what happens here. Would make the same choices, even, under the same threat. 

(Dragon really is too good of a guy.) 

Her belly boils and so does the life next to it. Kick, kick, kicking. 

Shh, not now, baby. It’s not safe, she sneaks a hand under the table to tap back where she can feel the kicks. So active, so alive. 

It might have gone unnoticed at another Celestial Dragon’s table. It wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by the guy who experimented on her but he would have said nothing, thinking himself above the bodies of insects. 

Mr. Shadow does notice and does remark on it. 

“Rare for slave spawn to be in the presence of mu. The last time mu was near one so young...” Veiled head tilts back in thought. “Ah. That was the infant Beloved sired for mu.”

For a moment, she doesn’t understand. When she does, though, it hits all at once. An anvil to her heart and skull at the same time. 

Oh god. Oh fuck. 

(Hands pawing at her breasts, her stomach, her legs, and she can’t move, can’t get away-)

No. Ginny sips her tea. Her hands don’t shake because everything depends on them not shaking. Like how her hands are never steadier than on a rifle. She sips until. Air. There’s nothing more coming up, nothing but air instead of lukewarm liquid. 

Slowly, the cup is placed down on its saucer. Not on the table because god forbid that Ginny not follow the tea protocol of her friend’s fucking rapist. 

There’s two teapots between her and Mr. Shadow, both patterned in different kinds of flowers. Yellow for hers, and small whites for the one that pours into Mr. Shadow’s cup. Daffodils and jasmine, that’s the names that were proclaimed earlier as an apparent part of the tea setting up process. 

Ginny wants nothing more than to take them and upheave them over the monster’s head. Taste shitty tea and boiling water, bitch! But. 

She doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. To do that is to die instantly and she can’t do that. Not yet. 

“What happened to the baby, Master?” she pushes out. Because she has to know. None of her friends would ever leave an innocent baby behind to this hell, did the baby...die? Did they get sold off, father doomed to forever look for them? Or was the father forced to flee without the baby, fearing that the child would go up to the same evils as the Nobles around them?

Her stomach hurts. 

“Ah yes, the infant...” Claws tap on the table. Shaking the porcelain, the glass. “Our offspring, Beloved stole from mu. Left his rightful place at my side and took the child to the filth of the world below.”

Oh. 

Oh thank god. Oh thank Kuma-chi’s god, Nika. 

Dead or not, at least the kid had a chance to be free before whatever happened next. 

There’s a pressure emanating from Mr. Shadow, pressing down on Ginny’s everything. Enough to force water from her eyes, to trickle down her otherwise unmoving face. A face kept still by the same pressure along with the rest of Ginny. 

Around her ears catch the sound of bodies thumping to the marble flooring, the pressure simply too much for them. Probably chosen for their duty because that pressure would be too much, arrogant bastards. 

“Enough of that subject.” The pressure lessens, as Mr. Shadow shakes its crowned hand, folding claws hands before it and behind its teacup. Red eyes burn like embers. 

“Mouse, speak on what plant life vexes my Beloved so.”

A clawed hand beckons another slave, a new one sent in to replace the fallen, over to quickly fill Ginny’s cup from the daffodil teapot. Ginny picks the cup up, needing something to fill her hands too. Before she uses her hands to-

Well. Easy enough to guess for anyone whose head didn’t reside in their own ass.  

“Of course, Master.”

[beastenraged]

older than despair-1

(Hey, a fragment of my Ginny Lives AU, @sroloc--elbisivni, @triscribe)

“So this is Saturn’s little lab rat.” The shadow speaks with a voice that echoes through her bones, grinding at her eardrums. Red eyes blink open, eyes wound about with a neverending spiral, to look towards Ginny. 

There is weight in the eyes looking at her. Judging and finding her wanting like every Celestial Noble Ginny has met in her life. But the pressure of this watcher is different. Like the gaze alone could kill her, not a command to the bomb at her throat. 

For a shameful moment, Ginny doubts. Could the world ever really be free, if this darkness was what lay at its heart? Ready to drag them down whenever they sought to reach for the light. Bow down, that darkness whispers, nothing you do matters. 

Nothing matters? Ginny knows those familiar internal words, knows them as she stiffens her lips in response to them. No. She won’t lose herself. She is a person and her name is Ginny. Even if she dies, even if the Revolution fails in the end...that doesn’t mean it never mattered. 

“You may have run out of use to Saturn, but there is something else that may prove useful to mu.”

The crowned head tilts ever so slightly. Eyes still staring into her. 

“Your past.”

So it’s like that, huh. Of course it is. If there’s one thing that this shitty place has wanted from her, it’s to steal the best moments of her life, to use those moments as a Freedom Fighter to destroy her loved ones. 

“Tell me about your leader. Dragon.”

Ginny doesn’t even hesitate. “Never.”

If the torture she went through for ‘questioning’ when she was first captured didn’t break her, this monster’s grinding voice asking her for the same information definitely won’t. 

Shadowy clawed fingers tap on its chair’s arm. “Loyal. He has such a keen eye for talent.”

If she didn’t know better, she would say that the monster almost seems pleased by her refusal. Instantly leveling it far more patient than any other Noble she’s ever seen, ever dealt with. Making it far more of a threat as a result. 

Her heart rate is rising in her chest. To dangerous levels. Levels she can’t afford in the heart of hell, not when there’s another life depending on her body surviving right now. To calm herself down, Ginny decides, alright. This? They’re now Mr. Shadow. A silly name never to be spoken aloud, but the thought of the outraged response that saying it out loud would net her calms her heart. Just a touch.  

“But it will be for the better, when you decide to tell me more about my Beloved.” Red eyes glow. “A method for you to better protect him as you wish, mouse, from proper foes. Rest assured, there is no need for Beloved to be protected from mu.”

Beloved. That’s bad. That’s shit.

Ginny bites on her tongue. Hard. Because to say anything in response to that... she’s never been more aware of the heavy weight about her neck. Or the damage it’ll cause to her body should the bomb go off. 

Because she’s seen this type of shit before, in Marie Goise. Never personally, always at a distance, but that’s more than enough. At times, a Noble would notice a slave beneath them. Notice and want them. The aftermath of that desire... never ended well. More often than not, the slave would end up dead. The less lucky- her fingers itch. No. She wouldn’t think that. Not connected to Dragon. 

But how Mr. Shadow talks about Dragon, is like those Nobles with those pretty slaves. That’s the tone of infatuation. Obsession. 

Oh, Dragon. He should have told them. Ginny, Big Bro, Kuma-chi, none of them would judge. There was nothing for him to be ashamed of, when Celestial Nobles as a whole were crazier than a bag o’ cats. 

And this one, Mr. Shadow, seemed to be even crazier than the average. 

“I know how the followers of my Beloved are. Should you purposefully harm yourself or attempt to dispose of yourself in any way, in between sessions...”

A casual wave of hand. Like its owner isn’t saying horrible, monstrous things. 

“Your spawn will take your place.”

Fuck. Fucking shit. 

“Now...”

Guards are beckoned forward, towards where they're indicated. To Ginny’s own chained arms. 

“Take the mouse to its room.”

[sroloc--elbisivni]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. EVIL CACKLING. maybe it’s the turtles exposure but i loooooooooove when a character is referred to as a lab rat. and GINNY!! BEAUTIFUL BRAVE IRREVERENT GINNY!!!!! already able to see the unfortunate agony of obsession…i also love when every attempt to obstruct a villain backfires. Imu is PLEASED about this loyalty—but surely she’ll come around. after all, Imu knowing this is the good and correct order of events. surely she will see this. and if not!! there is the spawn, for leverage!!! ( MU KNOWS HOW BELOVED’S FOLLOWERS THINK.) god this is already delightful. ginny LIVES!!!