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all that is actually pretty restrained from me. if I actually met Vince I would be inconsolable I would be holding myself back from hugging him and everything.

#ooc .#annie too <3 #resiannie: and- // NOT YOU!!!!!#dddisgusting #lasraichean

-- ' ' Lock in . Lock in . Get it twisted . If you lock in you can do anything Motherfucker . Get it twisted - Your actions impact nothing . Your fate is predetermined , the only thing that you can change is your reaction to it . You can do anything you set your mind to . The world is a playground designed for you , and only you to achieve your highest level ambitions . If you wait 90 minutes to wake up until you drink your first cup of coffee , nothing can stop you . If you duct-tape your mouth when you fall asleep , nothing can stop you . GET IT TWISTED . You are a pawn , in the universe chess match - you mean nothing to god if they even exists . You are a rounding error . You are two pennies on a fortune 500 company's balance sheet , they don't care about you in the slightest . GET IT TWISTED . Everybody gets what they deserve in this life , if you put in effort you can achieve anything . Successful people are better people. 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! ! ! THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH DETERMINE WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO GO ! Nothing else matters at ALL . Your own level of education ! Your attitude ! Your level of effort ! Friends ! Your network ! Your business ! Your credentials ! MOTHERFUCKER ! ! ' '

❛ Do you ever consider taking a moment to actually listen to what you're saying . You sound absurd . ❜ bridge of nose crinkles , arms folding over chest with Yamato's hilt tapping against shoulder as he stares at Annie . The intensity in her gaze is nigh unsettling ( she's bordering the line of insanity , yet the forcefulness of voice denotes to him just how serious she was about the matter ) . A single brow arch then , lips pulling into terse line & brows further furrowing upon forehead .

❛ You of all people should know that I have never allowed destiny to control my fate . ❜

@lasraichean

#THE WAY I'M STILL THIKNING ABOUT THI SI SI'M FAOISHGOSHGOUSHDG #Annie is a living meme and is worse than Dante in that regard somehow and Vergil now has to deal with two of them #I love them so much this is still making me fucking CACKLE.#lasraichean

" turns out i'm not a weapon, i guess i'm just an alexa. "

#taro. ic.#commentary.#lasraichean #fJIOSDIOFJSDIOJGJIOSDGJIOSDJIOGDJIOSGDSJIOGJIOS #taro v what the frick

"found this little guy outside your storefront." large claws deposit a small, fuzzy ball onto @lasraichean's counter--- oh! a duckling! moby's eyes show a blatant disinterest despite the affectionate way she taps its bill with the pad of her fingertip. the chattering little fuzzball is clumsy and unbalanced, and the light contact sends it tumbling onto its back. it must be only a couple days old. "you have a thing for critters, don't you? you can be its new mother."

♞ ⟶ liked the starter call.

#lasraichean #// i miss seven ; A ;

omg hiiii sppspspspsps pspspspspsps----

HIS PUPILS GROW WIDE. His pointed ears perk towards the noise. The beast's enormous body lowers itself to the ground, ready to pounce, immense tail whipping the air behind it.

❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ'ꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇʟꜱ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏ… ❞

#CRACK. ❝ 'tis weak to fire! ❞#lasraichean #grigori doing the kitty butt wiggles is absolutely sending me thank u for this image

intimacy - muse brushes knots out of muse b’s hair -- except she does it with her big huge claws, not scary at all :)

She had not meant to fall asleep.

The velvet hush of dusk had thickened on the far side of the windows, and the scent of smoke and lavender curling from Annie’s skin had coaxed her eyelids closed. Sleep took her gently, lulling her down into the crooked embrace of the old settee, like a porcelain doll abandoned mid-play. Freed from its ribbon, her hair spilled over one shoulder in a cascade of flaxen thread, tangled by the day’s long hours, by wind, by the steady breath of slumber.

It was the lightest touch – the absence of tug or snag – that stirred her.

Anri did not startle, even as her lashes fluttered open, cornflower eyes bleary with dreams. For a moment, she remained adrift in that liminal place between sleep and waking. In the stillness, she felt them: claws dark as lacquered obsidian, curved and terrible in another context, combing through the thicket of her hair. There was no pain, no threat – only the low, gentle scrape of nail against scalp, the teasing apart of knots and snarls.

She had fallen asleep as Annie tended to her.

A breath escaped her, soft and sheepish, an apology carried in the sigh. Still, she did not move, comforted by the ritual, by the closeness, by the slow dismantling of barriers. To think, it was Annie who performed it. Annie, the half-shadow woman with a voice like gravel and honey, whose claws could cut to bone and yet moved now with all the patience and precision of a sculptor.

Anri swallowed. A strange ache pressed behind her breastbone, some bruised thing living in the hollow place where touch had been absent too long.

She tilted her head in silent offering. Talons again, now working tenderly at a tangle near the nape of her neck. Petal-pink lips parted, perhaps to express gratitude, but no words came. None were needed. Thus, the moment remained unbroken, its peace undisturbed.

Outside, snow drifted down in fat, disinterested flakes, blurring the edges of the town beyond the glass. A town of forgotten things, of winding streets and monsters who did not behave as monsters should.

Anri closed her eyes again.

#oop this took a while!#thanks for sending this in ♡#⚘ anri × annie — gentle hands reach for wild flame #lasraichean