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[griefprofiled]

♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚—I get nosy and read random things from your muses on the dash AND I AM ALWAYS IMPRESSED ✨🤩😮💎

ohmygod. a) that's so nice jfc and b) we need to do stuff, bc literally the only reason we haven't is bc sometimes i get like 😬 about taking ages and worry ppl r mad at me lmaoooo

[voiicefound]

I don't think it, I know it. You are fiercely loyal, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. You checking up on me the other night when you didn't have to was much appreciated and very much loved. Plus, your Lydia is the only Lydia that I will ever write with. I don't care if five more crop up overnight. You're it for me.

THIS IS THE NICEST THING ANYONE'S EVER SENT ME HOLY SHIT! And ilu a lot, I'm so glad I pushed thru my anxiety to keep talking to you, bc for a lil while at the beginning i was so anxious about it lmaooooo. and i know i take all of time bby, i wouldnt might in the least if u wrote with other lydias at all just so u know. ur always kind and are one of the best writers ive seen in the whole two decades on the net

[harknesstm]

@governmentofficial

With a start, he woke, as if waking the dead. That was an odd thought considering you didn't wake up after dying. Blink, blink, as he stared at the ceiling for a few moments, waiting for information that didn't come. Not where he was, or why he was there, or who he even was.

But apparently no damage done, as he felt just fine, aside from unnaturally cold and a slightly ominous feeling sweeping over him. Sitting up, he frowned; gaze finally moving from the ceiling to the rest of the room, as if he couldn't place it. Which he couldn't.

[griefprofiled]

THERE'S A WHOLE NEW TAYLOR ALBUM AND I DON'T WANNA LISTEN BC I'M TO SICK TO APPRECIATE IT FULLY OHMYGOD

[voiicefound]

LOOK AT MY NEW HEADER IM CRYIN

[warcrmnl]

"In our former lives, you and my father were the giants of this world. You, the Tesla to his Edison." A smirk from Rufus there; in many ears, that would sound like a compliment to his old man and an insult to Tony, to the more aware, it was intended purely the other way around. ''This isn't the old world.'' He's in a wheelchair for movement, his body shattered when the world collapsed. To either side of him, his protectors in their dark suits. Every part of him, bandaged. "I'm here to help."

"Giant's a stretch." Had he left that statement hanging, it would have passed for self-deprecating. Couldn't have that. "Your old man couldn't find a remote on a coffee table without Grenade Barbie giving him a ten step annotated instruction leaflet." Frankly, it rang at least semi true to him even if it was a par-for-course drag for the sake of it.

Different animals, their respective fathers. At least, it always read to him as such. Howard had the cold drive to back it all up and could've done all of it in a room on his own with next to no resources. Old Man Shinra? Wished he had that foundation. A business man above the rest of it, rather than genius restrained by the times.

Both assholes, though. So they had that.

"Appreciated but unnecessary." He brushed off the compliment, seeing it more as a reflexive one in case he'd had a mind to tell him to fuck off. Cute-- also entirely fucking true-- but unnecessary. They had bigger problems than companies and standard wealthy in-fighting. "We're good."

"When this is over, they better bring back the chair for me, for the irony of it; can you imagine." Turned out, not letting the last dregs of the government blow your city up for nothing made you a terrorist, who knew. As if it would've done anything but killed more people, this was global. So, terrorist, it was, then. And they'd thought he was a problem before. SURPRISE. The risen dead weren't going to go away just because they blew Manhattan away to feel more secure for a day or two. Nah, not happening. "Look, you don't steal my shit, we stay good. Did you bring my least favourite Actual Former Competition?"

[griefprofiled]

“ what happened to you? ” from sejanus to coryo

"What? Oh--" One day he was going to staple a bell around the other boy's neck, with gusto. The unexpected appearance and question left him scrambling for a moment for an explanation. Yes, Coriolanus, what happened to have you standing here in the corridor tamping down on what could pass for a panic attack. That wasn't the truth, which was Dr Gaul terrorising him like a ghost in a story; it hadn't even been a threatening note-- it didn't need to be-- simply a request to the citadel the next day.

There was only one person who would do that, he didn't even need the sharp signature at the bottom. Was she going to kill him? Or worse, ruin his life? Had he misstepped without even realising it, only to pay for it now? No Clemensia to take the fall this time. No, it would be him, and he was certain it would be the end of him.

"Nothing, my cousin being dramatic." Smile flashed and note slid into his pocket where it burned like a brand. SHE WAS GOING TO END HIM OR WORSE. "Where have you been? You missed the mentor meeting entirely, you'll be lucky if you're still in the program." Reframing, he made an effort to sound concerned about that possibility, even if it wasn't really one. If he was still here after voicing minor dissent, apparently he wasn't going anywhere. But it changed the subject.