#baseviolence

[goodbeylovely]

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with love and base violence /

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undoing her

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Arcane Netflix/ ‚sweet dreams (are made of this)‘ sucker punch

*no copyright intended*

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[zaunfought]

      ❝ OH , IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW , BROTHER … ❞

                                  GOOGLE DOC | PROMO CREDIT

[svellsonger]

“     hey,     lady     ...     you  listen  to  me  play  my  butt  off  ALL  DAY  and  you’re  not  even  gonna  leave  me  a  piece  of  bread  or  something     ?     ”

@baseviolence​  liked  for  a  one  liner.

[ladysmaid]

❀ ― @baseviolence liked for a one liner !

        “ my family used to make cheese. ”

[undrhound]

@baseviolence​ asked:  ❝ i’ve seen your face around here. ❞

“I hope you got my good side.” He mostly continues what he was doing, throwing his towel over his shoulder and continues working, though he surely didn’t take his attention away from the new guest at the Last Drop. 

[redhells]

@baseviolence​   //   dont touch my dottir vi or i'll have to get spicy

“i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel about this threat. consider me threatened?”

“also. i hope we’re not talkin’ spicy like you were getting spicy with the man who is currently number one on my hit list, because i just can’t let that fly.”

[heartsetting]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ @baseviolence ♥'d for a starter !!

ㅤㅤㅤ❧ ㅤ ❛ 𝓓o you know why ive brought you here ?? ❜ he asks , back turned to her , arms folded back behind his back . as he speaks his head turns to the side , red eye looking at her from over his shoulder .

ㅤ ㅤ it should probably be obvious . magic . the top siders banish any trace of it . theyre TERRIFIED by it . magic in the wrong hands is dangerous , but in silco hands its DEVISTATING .

[redhells]

@baseviolence​   //   how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?     —    i would die for mr. siken.

"you talkin' me or you?” this will determine how to answer her question. the words swirl and settle.

the kid elara listened to howling her rage through the walls, the kid bruised and bloody and raw and always a wall away, that kid is gone. she toughened up. she spat out her blood and kept her damn mouth shut. she didn’t need any help, any comfort, when it just hurt more to know that the person on the other side of the wall would always be on the other side, and no closer.

and then dead. dead for years. dead and life went on. 

“’cause...” there is a version of vi that she will never be again, a thousand versions, a kaleidoscope of lost selves. “’cause i get to thinking that way sometimes.” a laugh. “a lot, really. why? you thinkin’ of doing something i have to be prepared for?” or can we have this, this moment, a breath between the killing and the knocking down, the hunt and the hunt?