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— DRIVING OUT INTO THE SUN / LET THE ULTRAVIOLET COVER ME UP / WENT LOOKING FOR A CREATION MYTH / ENDED UP WITH A PAIR OF CRACKED LIPS

𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐂𝐄 ; a dependent muse blog for grymmrp , lovingly penned by 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ( she/her . 21+ . cst . )

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trinixkwxn

Atlas wasn't a patient man either. But he was occupied with the series of pens one of the desk. "Dry...Dry....." Hoatzin examined one sharp point before rubbing against his fingers. "Dry." He muttered to himself. You think Hoatzin was just there loitering as usual but he finally finished the pens on the previous desk.

Atlas gave a giddy wave before perching in the distance. Something thats a habit of his before he goes into a spiel of knowledge or unrelated thoughts. "I have been waiting for someone to say fancy being here. You just made my day."Atlas said with a wide grin, not understanding the condescension at first.

"Circus you mean spectacle no?" Atlas said trying to find the right word. "Phenomenon, Nonpareil occurance." He remarked. "I think I will. How can I deny such an oppurtunity." He remarked before searching his wings and pockets for a pen. There was a pout. "Would you mind waiting while I retrieve a tool worthy of my john hancock?"

radianxce

a breath of amusement flickers beneath her composed exterior as she watches atlas. the grymm is always so effortlessly himself, flitting from one distraction to another, quite like a distracted bird. his eccentricity, despite being a complete buffer to her more calculating side, is oddly appealing. she knows this about him—knows instinctively that his attention will remain devoted to the pens at the desk. it's rare she can actually find something in common with her peers here. hoatzin may not be a mirror, but she sees at least a shred of familiarity in some of his habits. "always chasing distractions, aren't you, old man?" there they are, words that should sound cold, touched with a subtle warmth she doesn't often allow to bleed through. typically, she would remain seated, comfortable in her place, but something wills barbet to stand, practiced elegance obvious in even the simple movement. the already tall woman is taller today, proof of that obvious in the sound of her stilettos as they click against the floor. she stands beside him at the desk, glancing at the pens strewn across it. he's right. none of them seem all that worthy of inking a name. "i suppose i can wait. although i will be heading for the 'spectacle' without you if you take too long."

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : threads.#* 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : hoatzin.#no she will not stop calling him old man #it's a habit now

rafaeldelafuente

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

fimed-deactivated20151213

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

maidavika

mai davika x bvlgari

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : visage.

angelbabymikaa

i hope thinking about me makes you insane (flirting)

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

musinggemini

i believe in hate at first sight

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

𝐖𝐇𝐎? closed starter for @letthegoodtimesgull. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄? the pier . 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓? prologue : quoth the raven .

good stationery , that's what this is . the letter is heavier in her hands than expected , crisp edges and gilded black paper practically radiating importance . the magistrate's emblem glints even under the shroud of mist covering the pier . it's proof that she's one of many cogs in their massive afterlife machine , yes , but she doesn't so much as tremble as she rereads the words penned in that iridescent ink , eyes tracing over the glowing strokes as if committing them to memory . a reward of unsurpassable value , the rare chance to slip into the living world with sanctioned impunity — there's more to gain here than is spelled out in words , and sunisa is not the kind of woman to let such an opportunity pass on by . short , dark hair whips around her face as she leans against the pier railing , devoting a moment to thought . the rhythmic lapping of water against wood should be soothing as she stands there , a woman at the edge of the world , but she swears she can hear a heartbeat somewhere in her chest , bounding and wild , but she knows better . the promise of something beyond — that's what they must be promising to the victor of this nasty game — is already creating that phantom burn , making her yearn for life again . the magistrate knows how to bait their hooks . suni , despite all her pride , isn't foolish enough to pretend she's above the temptation . a flicker of movement catches her attention , and dark eyes snap toward the shadow barely visible through the fog . someone else is here . of course . it'd be naive to think she could savor this moment alone . she doesn't turn immediately , letting them approach , but when the footsteps get closer , she lets herself spin delicately , back falling against the railing again , wings fluttering ever so slightly . crimson red lips press into a thin line for a moment before curling into a smile , the kind that's all teeth and no kindness . ah , you . that smirk deepens as she takes him in , head tilted just so , as if she's appraising a particularly mediocre piece of art . " oh hello , pretty boy , " suni purrs , even though there's no warmth in the words , " i suppose you've already gotten your letter ? or are you so indolent that they didn’t bother ? "

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : starters.#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : threads.#* 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : gull.#can you tell she despises the man #let me know if it needs changes!

soapulp-deactivated20200310

not evil anymore i want to be loved now

soapulp-deactivated20200310

evil again

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

fridayiminlovemp3

just got voted as time’s most problematic and toxic bisexual representation

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

neutralfleur

u are hella petty

and conceited i thought this said pretty

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : dynamics.

ginnygcrdner

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : dynamics.#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : wanted.

askyfullofwinterstarsss-deactiv

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : study.

pxsserine

here's the thing: jo's not trying to be coy about this whole thing. he's not trying to be some thief in the night, surreptitious and strange. but he's also not in the mood to be more obvious about his pursuit of the hunt. he'd prefer for it to linger like an undercurrent, something known but not relevant. still, moments like this give him no choice, no ability to shift jump away. sunisa is-- perhaps not his favorite of his colleagues, but certainly not the worst to weather. part of him considers her like this: if the surety of her ego didn't set him on edge, he would almost admire it. still, that doesn't mean that he melts under her gaze. instead, his hands fold in front of him, his own face falling into a neutral state that mirrored hers. "i suppose so." a faint flick of his wings follows this, tan and white shifting in discomfort. "but i don't know if i'd agree that circus is the right word for it. that would make both of us fools, wouldn't it?" the question lingers, almost unspoken: and you would never call yourself a fool, right?

radianxce

oh , robin . sweet , sweet robin . she's never considered him an enemy ; not in the way she thinks of osprey and the others , with all her barbed disdain and carefully sharpened words . she may not be a talented reaper — not like some of the others , but what she does know is people , and so she catalogues jo's presence like committing it to memory might tip the balance in her favor . she sees the discomfort in his wings , the way he mirrors her , even the careful politeness with which he wrapped that insult . her icy demeanor does not melt , nor does her posture ; instead , she lets the silence linger for a beat too long . she can come out bared teeth , but that has never been a habit for her , so instead she hides her ire behind cold eyes and a frigid smile . " maybe . " the laugh that tumbles from her lips is soft and rich , swathing the reply in velvet ribbon . it's almost , almost enough to dull the sharp gleam of her bitter smile . there's something unnerving about it , like the way her lips tug upwards is more threat than compliment . " but we cannot all be fools , can we , jo ? one of us has to be the winner . " her head tilts ever - so - slightly to the left , gesturing to the chair at her side . " care to wait with me ? or are you only allowed to sit when kestrel allows you to ? "

#— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐓 : threads.#* 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : robin.