#omini

[scogito]

Riassunto sul funzionamento sociale della maggioranza.

[centise]

some smol "omini" adopts! these guys are basically little... weird... unwanted visitors that follow omnias around. they seem to serve no purpose, but they're known to leech off of omnias' cosmic energy. they're for sale on dA!

[shinpikurage]

Omnisexual Moodboard!!

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[seimmensa]

Sai

assomigli un po’ agli omini

in quei giochi in cui

si corre,

si salta,

si ha solo una possibilità,

si rischia.

Bisogna scegliere cosa fare

in millesimi di secondo.

A volte sei furba,

altre segui l’istinto,

altre ancora vai completamente a caso.

Ed è quando raggiungi il traguardo

che pensi:

fanculo tutti

ce la faccio

anche sola.

-Æ

[laragazza-dalcuore-infranto-blog]

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[crucioslut]

❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ (this is so funny cause he's blind, but lowkey, senses top tier and his wand sees all😈)

It was an ordinary night on Knockturn Alley, the street laden with degenerates and swine, obnoxiously overcrowded and getting worse with every passing minute as the evening grew older. Witches and Wizards of all statuses began stumbling into the streets from the dimly lit pubs making public spectacles of themselves. Reeking of firewhiskey and stale pipe tobacco. Drunken fools. A cool, damp breeze hit Bella's face and she readjusted her hood as she swept through the street trying to avoid the crowds. To many, the concentration of dark magic and equally as dark hosts would be anxiety-inducing, even downright terrifying for some. For Bellatrix, it was just irritating. Bloody hell. She knew she should have left earlier. The plan was to see to her business and be out of there as soon as possible, and hopefully to not be recognized in the process. As Bellatrix squeezed herself through a small opening void of a body, a burly man carelessly stumbled backwards into her, causing her to nearly topple over with the force of it. Up until that point the hot-headed witch had managed to keep her building frustration contained, but the poor fellow was just no match against the boiling point of her wrath. The man turned around to find Bella's deeply furrowed brow, red face and snarled lip, as well as the tip of her wand dug into the hollow of his neck. "Oh, Madame Lestrange! I-" "Shut up." She spat. With a smart flick of her wrist, the bearded man's tie tightened around his thick neck until he sputtered and his nails tore at the fabric. Bella smacked his hand away and this time she took the tie in her hold, yanking it tighter, and his face down towards her own. Her narrowed eyes bore into his saucer wide greens as they silently pleaded for mercy. "Watch where you're going." Then abruptly released him. Continuing on her way, Bellatrix had just one more stop before she could return home. Finally. To her horror, she found yet another disruption. Somebody addressing her. Had she heard that correctly? Twisting her face into a grimace, she for some reason made the decision to aknowledge the stranger, rolling her eyes towards him to give him a look over as he walked close behind her. "Yes, I am being followed. By you it would seem." She slowed down just enough to take him in better, revealing to her a garden variety pretty face cursed with cloudy blues that provided no function. "I understand your eyes are just there for decoration, so I'll trust this is an honest mistake. Do you have any idea who I am?" Before he could answer, she spoke over him. "Don't answer that. Of course you do, darling. Safety. Safety?!" She laughed, echoing between the brick buildings. "I don't need your help." Who was this man? Why in Merlin's name would he approach her so casually with such a claim? This interaction was suspect. Bella's eyes grew wide, pupils dialating as she stopped in her tracks and spun around to face him. "And just why are you following me, hm?! Who sent you? Do you think I'm stupid? You're with the order, aren't you, is that it, yeah?" Bella's wand held firmly in her hand as she advanced towards the stranger, a master at making herself intimidating in spite of her small stature.

[laragazza-dalcuore-infranto-blog]

E per la gioia di @persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri ,ma anche la mia,i biscotti sono fatti 🍪