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[hiragum0]

Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile; it is always hungry.

Stephen King, Christine

[hiragum0]

    The gods do reward bad behavior! The street has coughed up a gem at my feet!

    While my reputation in the Cocoon District offers me a touch more protection than the typical mark, it doesn’t stop every urchin ignorant or desperate enough from trying to rob me - and both played a part with this one, the poor dear. Pickpocketing me! How endearing!

    I wish I could capture the way the poor darling’s eyes widened when she realized she couldn’t pull her grubby hand out of my pocket. Her with her little fingers closed around nothing, and mine clamped around her wrist! I could’ve dragged the moment out longer, savored that fear spreading across her face as she waited for me to snap her wrist...but there was something special about this one. Instead, I elected to offer her food and a warm place to stay, long enough to spare some other fool’s purse from being snatched.

    She told me her name is Ruolan, a castaway from another country that wound up here. She can’t read, hoards any valuable that isn’t nailed down, and eats every meal I give her as if she hasn’t been fed in months. Practically feral! Turning her into a functional member of the household is going to be difficult, but I see potential in her. And that’s where the true gift lies.

    I’ve had the chance to study her as she’s settled in. And cleaned up properly, she bears more than a passing resemblance to Spectra’s scold of a leader; same milky skin and lustrous black curls, the same sulky, bitten-plump lips. Even an identical tiny mole at the corner of her mouth, a perfect twin! Granted, she’s a good deal fleshier than Nohime, and without that sharp, haughty attitude that’s burned me for so long - but it’s an acceptable difference. She has the makings of a much more agreeable model, one that I can mold into something enjoyable.

    I don’t know what earned me this prize, but I’m not about to question it. Lucky me!

[hiragum0]

@magonumberfive​ [x]

    Need to start planting more joltiks. The ones in the palace keep disappearing, and I have a sneaking suspicion as to why.

    What kind of decent human being brings a flytrap into a home full of bugs? If I knew it wasn’t giving him too much credit, I would say he was doing this on purpose. 

    He’s undermining me. 

    The previous Magoichi never questioned me this way, never criticized. We had the same goal, and in truth, he knew his place. I’ve always been the one with a plan, and a back-up plan if that one fell through. He respected that! But this one...

    I hesitate to write this, to even think it, as if either of those things will speak it into existence. But I can’t lie to myself; he’s starting to turn against me. He’s not intelligent enough to undo me entirely, but even an idiot in my home and close inner circle is still a dangerous idiot. I’ve dealt with plenty of mercenaries in my time, but I’m starting to think I’ve let this one in too close. What is a mercenary but a better-armed thief?

    I could kill him if I wanted to. I could solve this now! A little poison in his sake, a dip in a hot spring that dissolves him into slop. He’d be out of my house, off of my payroll, out of sight and out of mind. 

    No. Not yet. Got to stay focused on the bigger picture first. Pry him for information a little longer, get a few more guns out of him. Patience, patience, patience. 

    Need to start planting more joltiks.

[raptures-little-songbird]

Je me sens si épuisé, mon cœur me fait mal, ma tête me fait mal, mon œil me fait mal. Je veux que ça cesse. Je veux rentrer à la maison, je veux voir sally à nouveau, je veux voir booker encore. Je veux ma tour et oiseau chanteur et la danse et un monde sûr à nouveau. Mais à quel prix? Un prix de sacrifier ce qui aurait pu être? Sacrifiant paris? Je ne sais plus.

[raptures-little-songbird]

It’s late, the host is asleep, and i just watched through Burial At Sea episode 2 again. I’ve made mistakes, and I’m full of self loathing.

I wish I could’ve done more, to be honest. I wish I could’ve escaped with Sally, maybe kicked Atlas’ Ass. I don’t know. 

Watch me front for the next week or so, I just really hate myself, and I don’t think thats going to change. If someone could message me and chat to me, maybe make me feel less alone, it’d be greatly appreciated.

Also, having a pinky really is weird, especially after living a life without it. 

[notonetosmile-blog]

God, I love that he talks to the Eradicons like they’re actually people. Biggest boobs of the entire show because he’s got the Biggest Heart

[notonetosmile-blog]