LOW-ACTIVITY.

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       scat becomes a dad.

       Don’t mind him. He can’t help himself, one hand wandering curiously toward 6’s belly just to feel the little bundle of life baking in there —— their co-creation, if you will. A project that they’ve accidentally co-developed together that ought to take about nine months if you catch the drift. 

                                   ❝ — wow. ❞

                                                                     They’ve having a kid.

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                 She eyes him warily, squinting as he reaches for her perfectly flat stomach. It can't even be considered life that's blooming underneath layers of cold skin, though he seems to have adopted the hope already. Six swats his hand away; holding his wrist so he might not reach back.            ❝ It's been two weeks, Scat. And unless you're into morning                           sickness there's absolutely no proof of it, especially on me.❞    

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                      oftangents

              ❝ You look like you could use a Fukk. ❞

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                 ❝ Charming. ❞             He looked like he could use maturity or masturbation. Though one would only be a matter of recurrence in which he'd have to stroke himself more and more and the thought of interrupting him was... unnecessarily morbid. 

[oftangents-blog]

/ holds hand

               sneaky little man reaches for her hand in the midst of her conversation, convincing a new client ---- and she glares for she has to maintain a certain level of politeness. his hand is sweaty, rough and warm, she might never understand why he insists.                 she tugs away from his hold and wipes her hand on his shoulder, giving him a quick, bored look before walking away graciously.

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mktg: a definition

Marketing ( or mktg, which is what you write when you’re taking lecture notes at two hundred words per minute ) is the biggest industry in the world, and it’s invisible. It’s the planet’s largest religion, but the billions who worship it don’t know it. It’s vast, insidious, and completely corrupt. Marketing is like LA. It’s like a gorgeous, brainless model in LA. A gorgeous, brainless model on cocaine having sex drinking Perrier in LA. That’s the best way I know how to describe it.

                                                   hello. my name is scat.

[oftangents-blog]

frostivity

             a man knocks on the door of her office and slowly she strolls towards the dark wood, apprehensive of who might be waiting behind; who might pester her. her hand settles on the cool knob, teasingly turning for she braces herself for the poisoned visitor. no one ever knocks at her door with good intentions.              surprisingly, she recognizes the barista she's encountered a few days ago and she frowns. one of the security guards strangles his arm and looks seriously pissed. he has that piteous, help me sign hanging from his neck and she seriously considers leaving him in whatever situation he's in.               "he claims to be your son," the shades-wearing buff guy says, his tone raspy and low. and it takes a lot of composure not to tell him " -------- i'm 21 and he's what? 19? that can't work. " instead she looks the barista and glares monstrously.                 "-------- he is. i'll watch him. go, now." and when the guard is gone, the little man knows he's going to face twice as worse.  

[oftangents-blog]

                 -------- new icon style. like for a starter!

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THE MUSHY PRELUDE.

i want to start by saying that should i miss anyone, do not think yourself any less important to my journey as a writer, with this character, especially. i notice all of you. i notice the ones that i don’t follow, the ones that reblog things, the ones that send me the sweet messages on anon, the ones that have done nothing but encourage me in the ways that i cannot begin. this is for all of you, not just those i follow (hence the resource pack for you sweethearts) and i cannot ever really thank-you for giving me a chance to broaden my horizons and knowledge in all fandoms aside from teen wolf. this is not a perfect fandom but it is one that i will, so long as you’ll have me, call home. for the ones i write with, your patience with me is granted my endless adoration, for those who i don’t, i love seeing your shenanigans both ic and ooc on my dash; you are all a large part of a humble, enjoyable nest of a dash! 

RESOURCE PACK DOWNLOAD HERE (graphics, fonts, psds). likes and/or reblogs are mandatory for use.

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INTO THE NEW YEAR, SWEETLINGS.

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[oftangents-blog]

I'm thinking of using Marina Diamandis as an alternative FC?

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FROM | *sxmniare. |

          IS SHE FRIGHTENED ? The question echoes in her head, over and over again as she lowers her gaze to the muffins she offers. At her sister’s inaction, she settles the tray onto the counter beside her with a slow, languid motion that’s more to show how at-ease she is in the wake of her murder. Gentle fingers float over the softened top of a muffin, and she plucks it from the metal if only to offer it to her wolf who is so deserving of a treat at current moment. IS SHE FRIGHTENED ? The words reverberate through her bones.

         This is a trick, a power play—— a dirty move in their game.

         He’s really dead, that much is obvious. It’s a dirty move, yes, but she’s not cheating. She’s showing Elizabeth her current hand, she’s showing her just a portion of what she’s capable of on her own— no network of hired guns necessary. Snow smiles, if only to show that she has the upper hand; such a gesture is more a frivolity and yet she displays her pristine teeth all the same. Is that unease she detects within her twin shade ? Is that a sense of dread ? Crystalline hues trace that pale mirror with curiosity, with pride. 

                 ❝ So that we could have tea. I thought you might like that. ❞

         She steps past the poor idiot that thought he might be able to rat her out, and her heels brush against the puddle of blood that’s started to pool on the kitchen tile. She doesn’t leave a track for long, yet the image is clear enough: there is blood where she steps, there is blood on her hands, there is blood that will be shed so long as she is near.

                                             And crossing her would not be a wise decision. 

             THE MURDERER accepts her ( undeserved ) treat, and by no means Snow can show respect for her, looking her down like an obedient stray dog. Just like her inflated fists, Aurora's game is bloody, rough and cold ------ Aurora is more forward than what she had envisaged. She realizes, delayed, that she needs to dissociate the pathetic image of a shy, sweet girl Snow holds like an advantage. And the emotionless, sardonic smile she bears is convincing enough. 

              She eyes the foreign blood leaving a vivid, piked trail. One she's reluctant to follow. Perhaps Six cannot smile, for she would never forgive herself to beam at a man's death, but she understands with a sense of solemn fright who she's up to. Snow revealed herself, Snow showed what she was capable of -------- and of course, she could do better. Snow's little demonstration had a double edge, and it seems she just buried the knife in her own stomach. Sad she's too occupied not feeling anything.

               Malia is still chewing when she poses a hand on her shoulder that she immediately slaps off. "Chill," she growls, mouth full. Six will not tolerate for Aurora's dog to be touching her. And she directs them towards the bar where her inseparable nightmare is headed, fortunately enough, nightmares aren't real, and perception is her favorite toy.                  Six faces her sister seriously, underestimating one is a foolish move. Six licks her lips and keeps a composure she is herself impressed of. Six sits down and the ordinary seat feels like a throne.

                "Of course, tea. Sometimes I forget                ----- you're not only thirsty for BLOOD.                                          Silly of me, really. "

[oftangents-blog]

              ------ hi comrades. i'm finally online ( oop photoshop cc is installed so you can now see jgl kissing a puppy o v o ) i'll do the replies i owe, if you want a starter like or hmu!     

[sxmniarchive]

happy new year | malia. obvs. o v o

          They’re celebrating. The bar itself is crowded with her own men and a number of other visitors; people of the streets and the city that she has allowed to swarm about her territory out of the kindness of her heart. Lights, music, dancing— cash is flowing, and perhaps every now and then the toe of her heel taps inaudibly along to the beat of the music— because no one would dare to play music Snow didn’t like here, holiday or not.

         Her head swims with the handful of drinks she’s shared with the wolf beside her. Malia seems to be enjoying herself despite the fact that Aurora refuses to dance with her, her dark head bobs up and down to the music in the kind of visible joy that the blonde beside her scratched out of her own nature long ago. One warm arm has remained snaked along her side for the majority of the evening, a comfort that any other night she might have shied away from— dutiful sometimes-claws press into the fabric of her dark shirt that doesn’t quite match the occasion, into the skin beneath it.

         There’s a countdown, one that has long since lost its magic for the cold woman. One that counts away the seconds to the next year of ruthless bloodshed, sadistic maiming of any who might oppose her and raw POWER. Excitedly, voices around her scream out the meaningless numbers— Malia does, too, she’s always found silly traditions like this worthy of following—

                       mistletoe above the door, soft lips and teasing tone;                   a girl that knew she was being led on, yet continued on anyway—

                                                  for the sake of love—

         Midnight, further screaming, their surroundings become more of a blur as someone throws fucking confetti everywhere around Snow’s bar, the shreds of paper and glitter dust the top of her golden crown, the dark lashes that flutter at the surprise, Malia’s nose as she leans into her. Snow has to fight the urge to push her away in the moment— she wants her there, she doesn’t want anyone to see, the party is meaningless and so is everyone else in it, yet her perfect image could be at risk if she allows weakness to show— the thoughts conflict, over and over again, thrashing against each other for savage dominance of her actions— push her away or don’t—

          Malia’s lips against hers, Snow’s own scarlet-painted claws clutching the front of her shirt, holding her close. Soft familiarity, sweet wolf’s breath mixing with her own, she withdraws and Aurora presses forward for another kiss, another, in the confusion of the party maybe no one will notice the two of them so engrossed in one another. Again, again, lips part and close and part and maybe she finds herself atop Malia in the booth, and for a moment she thinks of nothing else— for that moment, it’s like the evenings spent alone in Malia’s apartment, of the secret meetings in closets and other silly, stupid places Aurora had insisted on hiding in from her iron father.

          Except it’s Snow that sits atop Malia, not Aurora. A woman grown, and savage beneath her refined façade; she takes what she desires and refuses to wait politely, she is rough and doesn’t giggle stupidly when their teeth bump against each other———

                           Malia grins up at her. ❝ Happy New Year. ❞

          Snow doesn’t bother with some stupid holiday catchphrase. She withdraws, she stands, she leaves her at the table—

                                       with the knowledge, of course, that Malia will follow. 

[mutantprobability]

Send "Happy New Year" for my muse's reaction to being kissed by yours at midnight.

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✚ M U N  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: arianne Nicknames: ari, ginger, spoon i guess. Wishlist Nickname: elle fanning?? Birthday: April 16th Height: 5”2 Eye Colour: grey/changing Hair Colour: ginger Ethnicity: québecoise Lives in: québec city Relationship Status: betrothed to elle fanning Hobbies: roleplaying, talking to jazz 24/7, reading, playing instruments, watching series Special talent(s): i'm not even good at sleeping... Warning/disclaimer: i am trash Struggling With: my computer/health 

✚ M U S E  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: 6 Nicknames: none Wishlist Nickname: none Birthday: — Height: average height Eye Colour: soft green Hair Colour: depending of movie/book; blonde/jet black Ethnicity: american  Lives in: her apartment in times square  Relationship Status: married to scat lonely Special talent(s): she is driven as fk Warning/disclaimer: she will probably make you fall in love with her and then destroy you. u w u

[schweetsided-blog]

as much as i’ve moved blogs this year, i’m happy to still be here, despite the scares i’ve experienced and the overall spike of my anxiety recently. i’m gonna skip out on the mushy stuff and just say that i honestly love all of you and i couldn’t possibly pick &. choose from all of you that i’ve met on my most prominent blogs. down below are people who have impacted me closely or just inspired me greatly. i adore every single one of you and for those of you i forget, have my blogroll. everyone i follow is perfect. be wonderful, be safe, and most of all, have a wonderful new year !!

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             ∎ ————- i.  starter call.

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schweetsided

            She fixates the child with somewhat of an awkward smile. Unsure how to approach or even glance at it. Thus, which of them is the most uncomfortable is an irony they cannot defeat. If the young, turbulent creature is sweet and innocent, her eyes scrutinize her with the rawness of winter. Seriously, Six ---- stop; you're creepy. The woman would lean back smoothly, pursing her lips before taking a polite interest in satan's pawn. After all, perhaps he would communicate some clever tricks through her sticky mouth. Her voice is distant, unsure yet warmer than usual; there's that.

               "Your... mother works here?"

[oftangents-blog]

abamentia

            Caught in the routine, Six almost misses the tall, mysterious yet forthcoming opportunity. It is a man, ordinary in nature yet full of contrasts and he passes coldly, without a glance. She knows him, everyone knows him; Bruce Wayne. CEO of Wayne Enterprises one of the world's top ten multinational conglomerates. In other words, her handsome door to a success she wouldn't have foolishly envisaged.

              Her glance twists subtly to pursue him, hope climbing to her like the hands of a dead corpse. She lets it, limp little muscles won't affect her. The woman is not devoid of vices, but ambitions should be admired, not shunned, and thus, she enters after him. Settling herself nearby, she wishes for herself that he came alone, or that at least she will be able to enjoy of his time. She needs to be brief, convincing ----- charming; well...Six. Languidly she leads nearer, contemplating him with confidence, her steely but soft eyes connect to his curiously. Her tone is friendly, cordial, with a touch of professionalism.

                 "Is this seat occupied?"