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ignore this i accidentally deleted my pinned. this is a blog for VICTOR VALE from Vicious by V.E. Scwab. penned by Mandinha. 21+. rules can be found here.

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& if i did something what then.

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& if i did something what then.

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“Everything has been good” I say & then get hit by a tornado in fucking NEW ENGLAND ?

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hi i'm somewhat back !

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I’m hoping to be on this week & start reaching out to ppl again + writing 💛

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Ohhhh I found out my car might be totaled I’ve been bawling all day

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She’s totaled 😔

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yerr

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Hello <33

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send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.

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Euripides’ Hecuba c. 424 BC

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mil gritos tiene la noche (1982) directed by juan piquer simón

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"how positively grim and gruesome you are, victor dear. why, you'd nearly be able to make x-man with that sort of attitude." were she diamond, one would be able to hear the scratch of her eyes as they rolled, the harsh scrape of her nail along her palm as fingers flicked outward in disgust. unheard, as always, are her eyes as they narrow -- but the effect is felt all the same. "tell me why you're hear. you know i can't stand poking through that spiky little brain of yours."

𝙰 𝙻𝚈𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 befell Victor upon entry,       with an even gait carried past the white - trimmed threshold of the doorway       &       into the wine red wallpapered room.       warm light caught on the gold leaf details hatched above the wainscotting       &       like opposed magnets landed with reluctance       &       jaundice on his pallor making of him a freshly awoken cadaver.       suppose if you looked closely enough you might yet find grave soil pressed beneath his nail.

he hummed,       ambling the room as if she'd welcomed him in.       as if they were friends,       reacquainted,       invited for lunch.       beyond the window the world dimmed in a cold glaucoma       &       from the glass poured a soft gray light creating geometric patterns on the floor.       passing a mahogany tea table he swiped his finger across the top,       blunt shadow cast on the displayed porcelain,       wilting the hand-painted carmine flowers.       ❝       if only i were interested in your little league of super heroes.       but as it goes,       i don't exactly have a good record with the sort.

❝       i thought i heard word that a friend was in town.       decided i'd pay a visit.       ❞       he stopped a short way from her,       leaning against one of the decorative columns in the room,       his hands in his pocket.       everything indicated,       despite the subject that soon followed,       a relaxed posture.       not because the air around him nearly rippled with power,       not for some sense of faux security:       he knew what emma was capable of,       with some torquing curiosity wondered his own ability to toil with it should she get in his head.       but her distaste for him aside,       Victor found he actually liked Emma.       found her intriguing.       ❝       i came to ask what you're doing here.       or rather,       to tell you to leave.       the lot that's after mine is catching on to yours.       i doubt they care to distinguish the two or that they'll care much once they do.       ❞

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A DANGEROUS MIXTURE, : THIS AURA THEY BOTH RADIATE! both owned 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, with a sharp tongue to compliment it. ( how interesting! ) THIS JOB BOUND TO BE EVERYTHING BUT A BORE! ... angelic chuckle, yet it is laced with something lethal. ❝ it is always useful to know people, especially potential opponents. ❞ MISCHIEF HINTED, both in her words &. within her smirk. ( was she one? no, not yet : but she is the unpredictable force you can never take for granted! ) ... 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓, THE FELINE STOPS HER CIRCLING, her figure placed right in front of his own. ❝ i want many things. ❞ EVER THE TRUTH, silvertongue is capable of spilling them too, playful tune never forgotten. ❝ finery, diamonds, ... information, amongst many things. ❞

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𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙽 might have been entranced by her dance.       followed while her steps circled him       &       thought himself the world to the moon.       but the air was clear tonight.       his breath unfurled in steady plumes       &       he stood still       &       the moon hung full,       a cadaver above their cement dais       &       stars cloved like flies,       listening to the soft click of her heels as she strode past his periphery       &       soon into view again.       ❝       you weren't on the radar.       didn't know you were an opponent.       ❞       pause.       a small dangerous smile splayed on his face,       devoid of any amusement.       ❝       are you an opponent ?       ❞       translation:       would you like to be ?

when finally she stopped in front of him her hair looked tinsel with moonwash.       if Victor were zealous he’d believe it was Eve who tempted the snake with the soft pale glare reflecting from her clothes       &        how her face seemed aglow with silver light rather than lit by it.       &       where she glistened       &       glittered as diamonds would Victor appeared a wraith,       shadowed       &       gaunt,       catching light like a knife:       only at the edges.       ❝       i hate having my time wasted,       so i'm going to ask it only once again.       what do you want of me ?       ❞

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, 21 February 1941)

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David Foster Wallace

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❛❛ what are you trying to prove? ❜❜

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❝       𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ? nothing.       ❞       black dress shoes on pavement.       his hands sank into his trench coat's pockets,       left hand caressed against the cool pistol in there.       ❝       i believe you're in my way.       ❞