#niedobitek

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anyone else miss @niedobitek ? it’s ‘ thinking about the people that have made raven who she is ‘ hours uwu

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@niedobitek

On quiet Sunday afternoons, Louis liked to wander the narrow streets near the center of Paris. He’d look inside shop windows just as he had when he was a child and admire the wares that were sold there. Sometimes, he would stop at Editions Billaudot and look through the sheet music or take in the music that was coming from an open window. These were the kinds of simple pleasures that he always enjoyed.

As he made his way down one of the boulevards, Louis saw a woman near one of his favorite shops – one that sold different kinds of photographic equipment. He approached her quietly and took a moment to take in their reflections in the mirror. He was a head taller than she was, but she was very beautiful indeed. “May I buy you something?” he offered. “It’s such a shame that a beautiful woman like yourself should stare with such longing at the cameras here.”  

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shit, shit, shit. edward got distracted -- again. he’s the only waiter on staff this late into the evening, and their single patron would’ve gone unnoticed for a few more minutes had betty -- the owner’s wife -- not smacked him with a newspaper. he scurries over to the booth, tucking one side of his hair behind his ear.   

      “hi. hi. sorry. what can i get you?”

[ziischeln]

Headcanon + Snow.

SEND HEADCANON + A WORD.

Why would you send me that word.

Erik always gets melancholy during periods of heavy snowfall. He can’t help it; harsh winters are one of the strongest, most vivid reminders of Vinntsya. It’s not just the grief of his family’s death (or assumed death, on Magda’s part) that gets to him- in all honesty, that’s the easiest part to deal with. He and Death are old friends. But the reminder of the life he had, the life he could have had (if he’d only been quicker, stronger, if he’d only fought harder to keep it) - that’s what aches the most. 

Snow days are quiet, contemplative. While living in the X-Mansion, Erik has a tendency to shut himself away from everyone during them. He’ll often keep to the more secluded areas of the school grounds, losing himself in the woods surrounding Xavier’s estate, the cold biting into his skin even when he’s wrapped up as warmly as he can be. He’s usually fairly good at finding distractions when old wounds open up, but the depression that comes with the coldest of days is impossible to shake off alone.

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meliior replied to your post “some fucker got into my paypal account and locked me out of it >:( BUT...”

oh jesus thats terrible. but at least its situated now and your account is fine, sending good chill vibes ur direction i hope you never have to deal w something like that again ]]

niedobitek replied to your post “some fucker got into my paypal account and locked me out of it >:( BUT...”

that's awful! I'm glad you sorted it, but also really proud of you for calling them, because I know that sucks. many hugs, friend!

WAH ty so much @ both of yall ;v; it was nice to get an official notice from paypal tho becuase im so used to getting these scam emails that it’s like. ok we get it, this ebay account that i dont have is going to be paid soon, nice, also you misspelled the very company you’re trying to pretend to be

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@niedobitek​:

it’s guilt that sits heavy upon magda’s shoulders as she listens to her child’s frustration. when she had first brought anya into this world, it had been with hopes of a bright and wonderful future. she was the best thing to have come out of so much suffering, a little piece of hope incarnate to remind her parents of the good that still existed. she couldn’t promise her the world, or even half of the things that she deserved — but simply that she would always be loved. that sentiment hasn’t changed, although it is compounded now, in the realisation that she can’t alleviate her daughter’s pain.

she feels it too, although she won’t admit it. it’s a sort of sense of otherness, of separation and ostracisation, as you watch and smile from the outskirts of someone else’s blissful reality. it’s exhausting pretending that you don’t care. disheartening and isolating, when you realise that through no fault of your own, you still stand inferior to half of the world, and the half that do tolerate you, don’t particularly want to. she wonders which it is that bothers anya today, the fact she is only human in her father’s world, or that she must suffer the price of being rroma in her mother’s.

❝ belonging is overrated. ❞  magda is sure of this, although her point for comparison is perhaps debatable. ❝ it’s our differences that make life interesting, no? ❞ a pause follows, palms warm as the settle against anya’s cheeks for just long enough to allow her to graze her forehead with a kiss. ❝you are yourself, kochanie. and that is good enough.❞  

she vehemently does not agree that being herself is somehow ENOUGH. when has it ever been enough? in any way? and for who? for perhaps only her mother. but her mother is only one woman. 

     ❝ do you feel good enough, mother? does he make YOU feel welcome? ❞         she should not be picking a fight. her mother is, perhaps, her only         ally. but her anger is too sharp, she can feel it eating her heart. 

[ziischeln]

niedobitek replied to your post: me, trying not to make a david haller or ptonomy...

both. both are good. (multi-muse maybe? see how you feel?)

i’m tempted tbh. so tempted.

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I will forever be biased because you were one of the first people that spoke to me when I rolled into the marvel fandom four years ago. raven is the ultimate revolutionary heroine and i really appreciate that you’ve gone on this journey with her, letting her evolve bit by bit into such a formidable and well rounded characterisation. you’re a snarky sob half of the time, and a force to be reckoned with the other, but the constant is always skill and dedication to your smol blue daughter. ilu.

it wouldn't fit in the last ask, but can I also express an honourable mention to the legacy that is #exposemagneto. for years to come, this will be how I remember you.

ok ok ok! i know i’m not supposed to reply but this is really sweet!!! i’m also just askfjasldfkj i wouldn’t be here w/o so many people!!! like brogan and august and noel and rowen and nessa and SO MANY OTHERS!!! like you!!! who have supported me and written w me and helped me build the worlds and verses i have now. so tysm!!!