#40layered

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@40layered replied to your post “LICENSE AND REGISTRATION.”:

officer this is my first offense would you be so kind as to let me off with a warning

​❝ ma'am— ❞

❝ you CANNOT be sleeping at the wheel. ❞

[coiledqueen]

rock papper scissors shoot

think of rock, think of rock, think of rock--

"...I hate playing this game with you, cait," lucy grouses, still playing along on instinct and half-bracing for yet another loss. she fires scissors, hoping to misdirect the elite with her thoughts. rock throw, rock slide, rock blast...

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POOL ! oh boy !!

[lxngfxrgxtten]

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

── *₊˚🍹⸝⸝ 206 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 ( accepting. )

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

THERE  HAS  NEVER  BEEN  A  TIME  WHERE  THE  PROFESSOR  DID  NOT  HAVE  HER  BACK.       if  everything  were  to  go  wrong  tomorrow,  she  would  always  have  a  home  to  go  back  to  with  professor  redwood.  throughout  her  journey,  while  he  was  not  always  perfect,  he  always  had  a  way  to  be  present.  always  a  phone  call  away,  ready  to  drop  everything  and  meet  her  anywhere,  any  time.  and  while  six  may  not  fully  realize  it,  she  always  has  someone  close  to  her,  waiting  for  her  to  come  home. 

[windsofalola]

🤓 We don't talk, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

Co-mun-ication || Accepting

Aaah thank you! I'm glad to know you enjoy them! If you want a headache you can totally yeet your muses at Guz, he's always up for making himself a problem.

[coiledqueen]

@40layered from here 🪨

"oh yeah...bummer. sorry for not delivering," lucy replies, though a good-natured grin complements the expected snark. "...best two out of three?" (she can't help herself.)

"or...let me guess: vanilla shake this time. extra whip, and enough cheri berries on top to plant an orchard."

[darkbets]

❝ your luck’s run out. ❞

There had always been something unsettling about Caitlin’s unerring predictions, a sort of foreboding that always drove itself marrow-deep and guaranteed an inescapable misery. So when she announces this, her soft tenor is transformed into something unbearable. A shudder creeps up Grimsley’s spine but his smile persists, almost facetious.

❝ If it’s foretold by you then it must be pointless running .❞  despite what might have seemed a wretched fate the gambler was hardly despondent, nonchalant as his chin rested in his hand and he tilted his head slightly to the side. ❝ truly ominous.❞