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[brightmalcolm]

THERE'S A SEASON TWO PROMO UP ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL. THAT HAS TO BE CONFIRMATION RIGHT??

EXCUSE ME???

[storieswrittcnarch]

@kiiteiru​ sent [wall slam] - Your muse pushes mine roughly into a wall, their faces only inches apart - or, if your muse pushes mine chest-first, my muse can feel yours’ breath on the back of their neck. - qiyi to klaus, wrapping a tie tight around his neck too.

SEXUAL TENSION STARTERS

Status: ACCEPTING

Back hits the wall with a grunt - she’s got a lot of strength and it’s kind of exciting isn’t it? Eyes light of with a playful mischievousness, the tie wrapping tight around his neck - the feeling of it being tightened around him is something he finds he enjoys. Ohhh, is she going to choke him? Well, he wouldn’t be complaining AT ALL. “I like this side of you.” A playful tease, “Seems like I’m at your mercy now, hm?”

[hiislegacy]

There was a deep sigh that left him, heavy shoulders sagging with it as he stared ahead. The door had been shut for a long while, and he was surprised that they had been allowed the false sense of privacy, as they were now roomed in something not a glass tube. These quarters, though small and still cramped, provided only the minimal room for him to pace. Though, right now he was content with sitting on his haunches, and only cast a short glance towards the one that was besides him on the bed. This wasn’t right. They never allowed him to be with another, before. So, when they were re-captured by the likes of ShinRa, he had to wonder why now was this to be?    “Aerith... Are you alright?” He finally asked, and waited patiently for her.

| @kiiteiru​ |

[comemeetmymonsters-moving]

@kiiteiru liked your post for Dark!Abby

Abby felt the power coursing through her as her sisters invoked the ancient gods. Her eyes switched between black and blue with every blink. The air around her surged with energy as she faced Elias. “So you think you have friends in high places Elias?” She said, laughing darkly. 

Gone was the playful attitude she had for months, she had to push it aside and give into her darker side to have enough power to save Jay. She had to save Jay. “You’ll know what power is when we’re done...” Abigail said, eyes settling on the deepest black they’ve ever gone. 

[storieswrittcnarc]

@kiiteiru​ liked for a starter ft Billy for Jay

“The fuck you looking at?” It is all but hissed around the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes DARING the other to say something. “Go the fuck away. Don’t you have something better to do than stand there staring at me?” 

[sasorikigai]

@kiiteiru​ stabbed the heart. 

🗒️ || The most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow; the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow under the symphony hall, intricate stones aligning the walls, and even the rustling sway of the sycamore trees, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, would constitute the obsidian night side of the earth. There is a hole, or worse, a question mark. 

Where does he go from here? Has he done enough? What exists beyond guilt and grief, and what kind of world will this be without any leeway for justice? 

For the unlikely mishap that had taken Marie Hamilton’s life was just deemed as that; an unfortunate accident. No foul play, nothing malignant and savage about the hardware coming apart loose. How the tapestry simply descended with engulfing force, causing the pianist to drown further into lonely smoke and mirrors, into the dissociative realm through neverending waves, surfing on fire in her lungs as aching pulses and rustled leaves of her muscles failed to liberate as truth unraveled in an onslaught of panic and helplessness. And the stillness, the absence of strength suspended in sensory deprivation as she would sink into the void as above so below. The anomaly of sudden, unpredicted death bound to have anyone dejected and rejected. 

Now, the creaking, desiccated expanse of the manor welcomes Kuai Liang in a faint approximation of who she’d rather be, for the grimed mirror opposite the grand piano reflects all the fears, little triumphs, and keeps their secrets. The criminal profiler could see her, as solid as any living human being as chandelier above sways and sparkles their scintillating galore, along with the intricate patterns of her dress. Silent, with his back turned against her, the fatigued special agent lets his eyelids lulled shut, letting the somber ambiance - intensely haunting and sadly fascinating - seep into his veins. 🗒️ || 

[anarmyofcanons]

@kiiteiru

 ✘ 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖘 & 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 ✘ 

                  ❥ 𝓐 𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 ★ 

[wclsh-a]

@kiiteiru​ / cont.

Amelia gawks at Shane. The question astounds her. It’s so opposite of what she believes. “Because then you’ll be better prepared should a similar situation happens in the future?” She’s not in the mood for respect. Shane rubs her the wrong way. Amelia’s done with letting it just happen.

“Yeah, sure, the past can’t be changed. But you can use the past to change the future. That’s how the outcome of wars change, and how people survive. Despite how bleak the situation is, the world’s not black and white. Plans never will be either. It’s never gonna be strictly between ‘gun everything down’ and ‘run.’ Okay?”

𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭   𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲   𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬   𝐠𝐨𝐭   𝐚   𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭,      but   then,   she   was   kinda   missing   his   point.      ❛❛   yeah,   i   ain’t   sayin’   you   shouldn’t   learn   from   your   mistakes,   or   other   people’s   mistakes.   if   something’s   not   working,   then   you   gotta   make   a   CHANGE,   i   agree   with   that...   ❜❜      more   than   she   knew.

❛❛   what   i’m   talkin’   about   is,   people   keep   lookin’   at   the   past,   y’know,   BEFORE   all   this,   as   if   they   expect   that   one   day   we’ll   go   back   to   how   things   were.   but   that   world’s   GONE.   there’s   no   point   lookin’   back,   when   we   should   be   focusing   on   right   here,   right   now.   ❜❜