#papilione

[latachete]

NICE THOUGHTS CHALLENGE. Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and send this to 10 of your favorite followers. But not back to me, of course

welp. I’m not so great at talking about myself but ill give it a try.

1. My baking is legendary

2. I must have a nice head of hair due to the fact that everyone likes to play with it. I’ve also been told it always smells nice.

3. I may come off as totally awkward the first few times we meet but once you get to know me I’m really just awkward and weird. Plus if I beat you up then I must really like you.

4. I work with Lego. All day every day yo

5. The booty.

[whitexdevil]

Offers a coquettish stare; thereafter winks.

Hauyne eye blinks in suspicion, zeroing in on her & a silver brow twitches short-time.

Hard to tell what she’s up to this time. But, what else is new?

[latachete]

You're simply just the most kawaii lolita ever and I miss you and you've kept that drawing I did for you since almost last year and i am entirely blushing and i miss you <3

Shhh if anyone should be blushing, it’s me. I love your art and I definitely love the drawing you did of Circe, I will forever cherish it cause you took the time to draw it uwu. I miss you too and we really need to talk more and have more sass offs between our muses cause damn they played off each other well.

[security-chief-harkness]

papilione replied to your post: papilione said:She's laughing. “I...

"So quick and easy to rile up. Tsk—must be my magnetism. Shows through your…livelihood. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" There’s a derisive tone about her, but with a wolf’s smile and red lips.

Harkness rolled his eyes at the assessment. He had spent a long time under the scrutinisation of those that deemed themselves more intelligent. "Maybe I'm just jumpy" he retaliated. "Too long" the words rolled with sarcasm "but now I'm beginning to miss the silence."

[adversare]

☁♡

☁ : Nietzsche said that “hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man”. How does your muse feel about that?

it’s overly pessimistic; Vincent’s not prone to grand, poetic statements about life, the universe, and every petty experience found therein, and likewise doesn’t put much stock in such statements made by other people—even minds so oft-praised as Neitzsche’s. He believes that humans are the cause of the majority of their own troubles and those that are beyond their scope are universal evils; still, in the face of any torment, if one strips away hope there is stagnation, and acceptance of all things as ‘inevitable’. But hope becomes want and need, becomes struggle and action. Hope is a desire to push forward, to move past—to conquer; those sentiments are part of what drives innovation and progress, what spurs advancement. ( And for all the banality of the unmotivated, unassuming masses of people overcrowding the world, advancement is something the human race does, on the whole, exceedingly well. ) In that light, Vincent would consider Neitzsche’s words on the matter melodramatic and short-sighted, but the man was a philosopher, not an anthropologist, so perhaps it’s to be expected.

♡ : Would your muse sacrifice themselves or their time/money to help someone else in need? Or would they mind their own business?

he already does. after a fashion, anyway. Philanthropy and societal responsibility are both very integral parts of the public image Vincent has spent most of his life cultivating. He’s made it a habit to routinely donate several hundred thousand dollars a year to worthy foundations and charities—and he does this with genuine good-will, up to a point. Will he sacrifice money to help someone else in need? If he finds their plight particularly interesting, or sufficiently worthy, then yes. Without a doubt. Money is just money to Vincent and while he’s not inclined to suddenly liquidate his assets, give up the billionaire lifestyle and live in a tiny loft apartment above his lab space, he’s also not stingy. ( His family is self-made ‘new money’, big money, and he’s deceptively generous with it. Ask anyone. ) That being said, by no stretch of the imagination could Vincent Moretti be considered selfless. He does not care about others, in general. Cunning, clever and undeniably manipulative in even his early childhood, Vincent’s taste for people dwindled quickly when he first hit his teens, and then disappeared almost entirely by the time he’d enrolled at Harvard. The more particular concerns of others are simply not of interest or priority to him. Broad-scale causes like poverty, world hunger, funding for scientific advancement—those are things he believes in. They’re things he can assist with without involving himself on a personal level; they cost him nothing (at least, nothing he values); he can push money at them, and then be done with them. But sacrificing himself for someone else’s well-being? That’s not in his nature.

[taintedxelegance]

[ ✂]        Similar optics gleamed with amusement the moment her gaze fell on the one she liked to call her ‘doppleganger’ with utmost revulsion. It was only a matter of time before Ada Wong sniffed her out it would seem. Carla was not sure whether to be annoyed, or pleased with this. After all, who better to match her cunning than herself? “My, my, aren’t you a hard one to shake,” she cooed, lips curling slowly into a coquettish smirk. “And what brings you here? Catching up on old times? Sorry for not being as sentimental.” 

[tuusvirvespertilio]

papilione replied to your post “Fluttering lashes. A smile and a wink.”

"What's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?"

Oh. She is talking to him.

"Uh... Getting a milkshake? Want one?"

Smooth, Stiles. Really smooth.

[piiersnivans]

Thinking. It’s been a few months now. When I look out the window, I see that the world appears different to me. Not because it itself has changed. All the things that existed before I died are still there. It’s because I changed. My persona is a dimmer contrast when placed against the backdrop of this existence now. Everything around me is notable now.

Back then, the idea of dying never crossed my mind, even as I ran across fields where the grass was sharp as knives and the air was rougher as it went down my throat than the black smoke of a burning home. Now? I wonder if I’ll still be me tomorrow. The pain in my arm is a constant reminder of that. And that’s why things have changed, because of the constant uncertainty of tomorrow. This new life I’ve taken on is also uncertain. First thing that comes to mind when I think about that is Ada, and I find it hard to go on about things acknowledging that I feel her the way I do. I still don’t trust her like I would trust my superiors in the BSAA.

Ugh …

What she’s done so far would entail that she’s a good person, but she’s so enigmatic about who she is. She never shows or tells what drives her to do the work she does. I can’t say if it’s something that comes out of her heart, if it’s the money, or if she was just somehow dragged into this kind of work and she just kind of rides the river flow as it goes.

I guess I can just ask, but knowing her, she’ll just twirl around the question like some beautiful ice skater, except I won’t be holding a cardboard slab with a ten over my head in the end.

The organization she’s been working for is even more enigmatic. I can talk to them and all, but so far, they’ve been nothing but text on my communication cube or a robotic voice in my gear containers. I don’t know what drives them, either. Sometimes, I comfort myself imagining that they’re probably some government agency that works in secrecy so that their good deeds aren’t inhibited by the thick shrubbery of military protocol, but I just can’t be sure.

They saved my life, then again. Ada alongside. Maybe that’s really the subconscious reasoning that keeps me tame nowadays. Doubts, however, are harder to douse than wildfires once they’re there. Time will clear up the picture eventually, that much is certain. Ada actually appeared like a person the other day. She was absolutely steamrolled by a torrent of emotions, and though I hated to see her face so sad, it felt good to see that her emotions paid me any mind at all.

I hope it continues. She’s done a lot. She deserves to stop every now and then to just be a person rather than an automaton.