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“Yes.”

“Really?”

[teapirating]

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     There was a sense of purpose in England’s steps as he stalked through the outskirts of the battlefield, keeping a distance from the warring humans in his search for his target. If he stopped and thought about it, the Nation would realise he couldn’t quite remember what war he was taking part in, how he had gotten to the field, or even which Nation he was fighting. France, maybe? It was always him, after all. Though sometimes it wasn’t him, right? But England had no time to think about that kind of thing, not when he had to focus on finding the enemy, whoever they were.

     Then all of a sudden, there was a human – or some creature that looked like one; he met so many of those these days, didn’t he? – right in front of him, and England froze, eyes darting from the other’s face, to his unfamiliar attire, then to the odd, gun-shaped object on his person. He raised his own weapon.

     “I’ve never seen your uniform before; you’re certainly not one of my people. Are you the enemy I’m fighting here?” Dimly, he registered somewhere in the back of his mind that his words lacked a certain rationality, but he didn’t quite stop to clearly think himself through. There was a fight at hand, after all.

[annuitcxeptis-blog]

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Boredom was a dangerous thing.

Boredom begot complacency and complacency begot stagnation. And stagnation was wholly unacceptable to Bill Cipher. To combat boredom he had taken to wander the city streets looking for marks, keeping in mind his encounter with Ibzan. Being powerless, unable to peer into the dreams of others deprived him of much needed leverage but he was a resourceful triangle! The best of the best and then some, intelligent and more importantly, charismatic.

Charisma was how he conned an empathic looking women out of her bus pass with empty platitudes and some batting of his eyelashes. He’d hightailed it outta there the second the bus had pulled up and snagged a seat all the way at the back. Out of the way, and once he’d prodded awake a sleeping hobo, the entire length of the bus was his to observe.

He sat patiently on the bus, waiting for something of interest to catch his attention. Only after a few circuits did he start paying attention to the stop names, hopping to his feet when the bus rolled to a stop before a prestigious looking library.

It would be a good start.

Bill strolled straight into the library and to the front desk, forced to float to see eye to eye with the bored looking receptionist. “HEYA toots,” Bill said with a volume that wasn’t appropriate for a library or any indoor space. “Where do ya keep your technical manuals?”

[boldlygold-blog1]

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[to: Spock ^(ಠ_ಠ)^  💚 💚

from: jim]

[txt] are you shredded?

[txt] is it true?

[ojimatsu]

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It was amazing that Todomatsu had somehow talked Spock into grabbing lunch, despite the fact that the taller man radiated no emotion at all. The two hardly knew each other, and Todomatsu seemed dead-set on making everyone in this city his friend that he could. Friends were connections, and connections equaled power-- at least, somewhat. He wouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt in Hive City as long as others had his back.

❝ What’re you gonna get? Do you like noodles? I’ve heard their squid ink spaghetti is pretty good. ❞ His nose was practically buried in the menu as he took a quick sip of his drink through the straw. ❝ Oooh, how do you feel about takoyaki? ❞

[kishimatsu-blog]

@vulcanheritage liked for a starter ~

Ah, that familiar walk, that familiar wardrobe. The hair. He hadn’t changed. That was good, at least.

“Spock~”

“It’s good to see you again! I hope you’re doing well? The weathers feeling a bit rough, don’t you think?”

[subspacer-blog]

THERE ☆ are a lot of strange characters here, but it’s nothing that surprises her. imagine if she went around and all people would do was comment on her weird nose or something. it’s just not very polite. the people beside her don’t seem to have the same sentiments, though.

she takes a look at the guy they’re making fun of and notices he has a pretty unique haircut. but it’s a haircut.

★ — “ do you know any good places to get a haircut around here? “ she asks. a tacit compliment. excellent execution.

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[rcdcmptionscckcr-blog]

Ω ∫ “God damn, what a fuckin’ dream that was...” He didn’t remember much of it, but it left a sick feeling in his gut––a similar sick feeling to remorse.

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