#ofgenetiics

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am i writing this little shit correctly? | accepting!

but if i’m doing my character justice and you’re doing your character justice, then who’s flying the plane???

[txlensky]

@ofgenetiics {starter call}

  Long tongue lashes out for a split second, snatching a fly out of thin air right next to th other’s face. A casual shrug as if he’s done nothing wrong {and really in Toad’s opinion, he hasn’t.}.

   “My bad.”

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[ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ] : ofgenetiics

The room had only a table and two chairs for furniture. The table stood in the very center of the floor with the chairs on either side and a First Order issued jacket thrown ungraciously on top of it. Thanisson, the owner of the jacket, sat in one chair with his legs splayed out and his eyes trained on the door to his left. A guard stood a few feet behind the vacant seat with a blaster at hand. Neither of them had moved an inch for a great length of time.

When the door opened and a woman stepped through Thanisson’s back straightened. His posture was now as rigid as it had been lax before her entry. “I haven’t seen your face before,” he stated calmly. “Are you here to ask boring questions like the last one or am I finally going to get out of this place?”

[mcgnetic]

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are u kidding me, you w your quality glow & perfect writing & beautiful aesthetic are Y OU  J OK IN G, 

but really thank you so fuckin much i really appreciate it omg

[galaeus]

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Send me “™” if you think I’m quality!

        i’m cool. i’m totally cool.

[powerfulpublicspeaker-blog]

ofgenetiics

“So - tell me again... these abilities you have... what exactly are your limitations...?” The British accent rang through the quiet restaurant. The cold eyes of the skinny male looked the female in front of him up and down ever so slowly as his fingers entwined themselves around the bottom of his wine glass. Waiting patiently for an answer, but his eyes never left her.

[command-er]

@ofgenetiics   ❝ So you’re the one everyone’s afraid of? ❞

“is that the current reputation?”

he seems disinterested, unsurprised.