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Sometimes he hangs out with the other parents, but he inevitably stands up, matter-of-factly states “I miss my wife and kids”, and goes back to Oro’s place to be with them and their little ones instead.
#the first step of the cure. ( K A B U T O )#songs about me. ( H C S )#vipcridae#if a picture paints a thousand words then why can't i paint you? the words will never show the you i've come to know. ( vipcridae )
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⚔️ (reverse) and/or 🛡️ :')
⚔️ - a starter where our muses are fighting and my muse admits their feelings for yours. ( add + reverse for your muse to admit their feelings )
🛡️ - a starter where my muse protects yours from a fight. ( add + reverse for your muse to protect mine. )
// @vipcridae
He’s not a loud, gregarious sort of man by any means, but Dan rarely finds himself at a loss for words; he also rarely finds himself sprawled backwards upon a messy bar counter either, bloodied and staring up at Orochimaru, whose pale cheeks are flooded rosy with warmth, drunken or otherwise.
Not drunk, no. They hadn’t even had the chance to empty one tokkuri’s worth of sake together when some tipsy idiot tried to throw a punch a bit too close to Orochimaru, possibly intending to hit another patron nearby, or possibly thinking themselves brave enough to take on the Sannin, one might never know.
Dan, while watching the chain of events transpire outside his companion's field of vision, shifted to block easily and immobilize the drunk Chunin just as quickly, he was unable to account for the position of a porcelain cup that shattered in the fray between him and their assailant, its shards cutting his cheek.
There is a certain code among Konoha’s Jonin - unspoken to be certain, but upheld nonetheless. When furloughed and taking leisure where it might be found, petty squabbles should be avoided, especially in the locales frequented by shinobi and civilians alike. Unfortunately such unspoken codes were often flouted when some fool wished to test their mettle or simply make mischief under the influence of strong drink.
Tonight’s instance is minor to say the least, a mild inconvenience more than it poses any real threat. The only true threat was the damage to be done in the civilian sector if high ranking shinobi really started intentionally throwing fists, which would undoubtedly result in destruction to a service facility, and potential injuries to other patrons. It falls upon both he and Orochimaru to control the situation, and as expected, this is accomplished with minimal effort.
This isn’t what has Dan so stunned.
After they dispatch the rowdy group and see to their ejection from the bar, Orochimaru’s voice subsumes every other thought in his head, partly chiding in their teasing way. The rasp of their voice holds the edge of fanged venom, reminding Dan in not so many words that he shouldn't have gotten in the way, even if he thought they were at risk.
Reminding him about how these days, watching someone they love bleed unnecessarily is something that they find rather vexing.
All Dan can hear is that word, marvel at the way it sets his heart alight. The way it makes him feel utterly alive. Unafraid of the potential pain it opens them both up to, unafraid to speak in turn, with words that get away from him far too quickly.
Right now Dan feels brave, and though his own cheeks burn, he looks up at them directly while they press a clean cloth to his cheek, and a smile spreads slowly across his lips.
“I suppose I was trying to prevent someone *I love* from being vexed by an unfortunate interruption to an evening meant for relaxation, but here we are.”
#vipcridae#//v: canon divergent#the ghost#intended serious battle but brain said FLUFFY#a break from their usual angst#as a treat#i hope i read the reversal correctly tho XD#i kinda hit both sides...
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @s-erpentes ( thank you ♥ )
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @b-erserk | @spectralhunter | @chronicparagon | @yuichiroswife & @chronosbled | @umbralrosa | @v-iciious | @ex-mercenaire | @qucintly | @kllsworn | @shorestar | @clarafell | @yesfxckyxu | @pvremichigan | @vipcridae | @dangaer & @truethes | @whispers-in-daydreams | @awesomeuchuu | @tigermcth | @shecharm | @bymorpheus | @dancinghearts | @causalitylinked | @unladielike | @deprcvities | @carnivorarium & @phantasmaw | @tosubvert | @fallesto
#HOLY SH*T LMAO#ENVY PLEASE#CHILL MY BOY CHILLLLL#the heart attack like 99% plays would get after getting K.O'ed as greetings#but also on a serious note...#i love the randomized title / ability name?#they suit him a little too well#especially the exorcism part as an ex-taoist#unffff... my favourite meme by far.#🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}#headcanon ( envy )
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𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔
@vipcridae closed starter
‘ Heavy is the head that wears the crown ’ is a doltish phrase ; this swamp King holds his head high upon a throne of rancid flesh and marrow with ease, a man who KNOWS NO HUNGER & REIGNS CRUELLY. Long gone is the cloak of the Akatsuki - replaced instead with a similar garment that shrouds his shoulders but bares his chest, collar brimmed with the fur of an ermine, body a dull cut of raven colored cloth. His hands are devoid of jewels, the only accessory being the rosary that hangs from his neck. High and mighty, Hidan sits ( DIVINE ) upon the aforementioned throne - though metaphorics aside the seat in truth is quite mundane, perhaps a bit larger than your average - that’s planted in the heart of the Cult’s headquarters.
This is paradise. The Garden of God. But there’s a SNAKE in the glasshouse.
❝ Somebody's getting fired. ❞ Jests the Ruler to the Charlatan, referring to whatever idiot let this serpent slither in. He didn’t have to turn to recognize the presence of the blasphemous creature, but magenta eyes find themselves narrowing in their direction nonetheless.
❝ Who the hell let you in ? ❞
#vipcridae#[ verse iii. ]#[ im just jumping head first into the whole ruling thing and i am loving it :) ]
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Starter for @vipcridae
The pale pink petals of a cherry blossom tree drift down around him; a small group of their closest loved ones stand in two small arcs, creating a pathway through the grass and flowers; summoned serpents that have been there for each of them even in the darkest of days slither close; and, of course, their two wonderful sons are right up front, having given him their blessing long ago.
And yet, in this very moment - in spite of all the warmth and beauty and love that surrounds him - he only sees one person, the epitome of all that is warm and beautiful and loving to him, as if everything and everyone else has vanished.
He can hardly wait for them to approach, for how badly does he want to run up to them, scoop his beloved bride-to-be into his arms, carry them and hold them and say the sweetest of words and vows, just for them -
But, it is their wedding, and Kabuto and Orochimaru have already done so much to be able to have this blissful little ceremony, undisturbed by the world; he won’t technically ruin it by galloping up to skip right to the end, to the best part, where medic and Sannin become husband and wife.
And isn’t this just a dream come true anyway?
Isn’t it even better than anything he could dream of?
It truly is, with the way Kabuto doesn’t even try to stop from tearing up as they gracefully walk towards him.
He’s not a Shinobi today, after all - he’s a father to two perfect boys, and a groom to one perfect person, and if asked (and even if not), he’ll boast to the heavens that moments just like this are the ones that really make life worth living.
Wearing the gentlest and warmest of smiles, Kabuto reaches out to take Orochimaru’s hands in his as they draw near. “You look beautiful, Hebi ... I guess Mitsuki was right when he said I shouldn’t see you today, not until this very moment. Dreams will never compare to the real Orochimaru.” A wink (even as he’s visibly crying tears of joy). “No one can. I love you.”
#left it open for ya to describe their attire / approach / etc.!#im so READY ;0; ;0;#vipcridae#tomorrow and today ; beside you all the way ( orochimaru ; vipcridae )#give me sanctuary ; lay your burdens on me ( shared verse ; vipcridae )#and i say welcome to the show ( ic )#hey there to my future self ( queue )#let's embrace the future in store ( v ; boruto )#spectres of plague and pain ( kabuto yakushi )
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starter for @vipcridae
It was a little weird to sit with them at the same table again. He considered Orochimaru dead for a long time, and even longer they were enemies. But everything has changed now. If not for Orochimaru, they would not have been able to win and Jiraiya would not have been able to see Minato one last time. It looks like they could be friends again. Jiraiya did not dare to dream about it.
"I never thought we could drink sake together peacefully like this again."
He finally said, smiling at Orochimaru.
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@vipcridae continued from x.
The cool grass was a welcoming feeling to a witch who was so often chilly. Warmed by the exertion of dueling Orochimaru who had proved to be just as mighty in a weakened state. But before she could imagine the body they strived for their counter was heard, a bark of laughter abruptly escaping the witch where she laid. The look she tossed them stole the words from her mouth, she has been on the receiving end of their stamina, they had nothing to prove. It’s a typical tease from her, full of questionable meanings and potential innuendo that is neither confirmed nor denied.
...But what if they felt otherwise? Orochimaru never shied away from the fact they missed what they had, they wished to achieve what she possessed. They sought, they strived, they demanded their desires be met. She loved it. That ambition to crawl forward towards one’s goal if they could not walk on their own two feet. It was no lesser than the other in her eyes. Yet they may feel it differently, she must acknowledge. Though Mortem’s morality differed greatly from mortals there was no denying she was attuned to the emotions of a soul and often sought to balance them. It’s a softness not many would except and it’s not a thought she wonders about if they have seen. Her only interest is being the support they need and in her experience, the health of the mind and soul equaled the health of the body.
The witch tilted her head to observe as they rolled over, finding her gaze now turned upwards to peer through her lashes. Their pretty eyes are hard to pull away from but she does, if only for a moment, to glance to where they trace. A touch so light and yet her skin reacted all the same as they traced along her arm. So responsive to something so soft despite the fact she had endured one stabbing after another as though it meant little. Will was such a funny thing, especially when experience existed alongside it. How used to pain she was but so starved for such a simple touch.
Mortem lifted her gaze to Orochimaru’s, taking in their expression as they spoke. Their tone. There’s a moment where her eyes wander off to the side, past them to the sky. To somewhere else. “You shouldn’t.” She murmured. What she is, what she has made herself to be is something damning. There was a reason her tale is one of warning, spoken on the tongues of mortals who knew to hate a witch they’d likely never meet. Everything she has done to herself was not solely to survive, but to terrorize. And she did it so well that no good deeds could ever make up for all that she has done.
They shouldn’t want to be like her. They shouldn’t want this body, these traits. “You should want more.” Mortem looked back to them. Be better than she. If they wanted it all they should have it, not be limited to her specifications that have made her the bane to all. They should want more, to be more. “You’re so capable of attaining things I have no means of access to. You are not bound by the same rules as I. You can have more and you should seek it. I am not a worthy goal when it comes to the potential you possess, lovely.” The witch mused, hardly in a tone that belittled herself - it was simple truth to her.
“You have nothing to prove to anyone, Orochimaru. Especially me. You’re formidable now which only leaves me to imagine what you will become. Your soul is so bright it burns through bodies. For you a weak body is not a sign of weakness, it’s an acknowledgement of your strength. Something I’ve known since we met.” A hand lifted, fingertips grazing along their jaw for a moment before she shared with them some of her energy. A little bit to help rejuvenate them somewhat, to keep well their body. The brief act alone seemed to please the witch aplenty.
#thank YOU for the lovely response ;////; how could i not also reply to it sdfhgfhg they have a fun relationship#i feel like a fly on the wall listening to them converse sdfhgfjhg just wanna know all the things x'D#vipcridae#rps
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@vipcridae summoned The Achromatic Despot
玫:
Violets blinked slowly at the flower in front of them. A simple tulip all the way out of village boundaries is not a common thing to spot. Perhaps someone was too far out and dropped some bulbs, enabling such a normally domestically-grown flora to prosper. Though, as the despot regards the red countenance of the petals settled upon a tall green stalk -- it does not bare as much question as the presence lingering in the shadows of the forest surrounding the small clearing.
The pale figure stands tall, then. White asymmetrical silks held together in the center by a black sash, long sleeves veiling dainty hands with somewhat long fingers, and even longer ‘nails’ as black as abyssal depths and as sharp as claws. When they turn, snowy hair flows like water to settle at the back, with those violets -- framed by the smoky hue of red-violet along the lids -- were very fixated to one specific tree. They did not blink once. Rosy lips remained closed, watching and waiting. Not like the wary sort of prey, no. This woman stood to kill. She was prepared -- simply waiting to strike. Still and towering straight like a life-size doll.
When they open, her sharper canines and second-incisors come into view. Those were not just for show. “Hiding is futile, masking your energy signature is useless when I can feel your heart beat, and smell your scent of where you last were... You can run if you want to, but even that much is pointless.” her voice was monotone. It was surely capable of sweeter notes, but not here. Not for a stranger. “Staring for longer than normal spans is a signal of interest or ill-intent. If you do not choose to unveil yourself now, I will perceive your observation as a threat, and I will kill you.” It was certain. She was not a hesitant person to do so, and both her tone and gaze made that transparent. One was not allowed to simply watch her unless she chooses to tolerate it.
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「SC」 | koji & @vipcridae ;
boiler appears outside orochimaru’s lair with a loud characteristic poof, a noisy entrance that a feverish koji doesn’t register at all. with his left arm and flank completely crushed by his fight with jigen ( or rather, isshiki ), the clone is painfully aware that there’s no way of him recover himself on his own - he needs help, if he wants to survive his wounds.
by logic, he knew he should’ve returned to his creator - but his gut, that weak human side of his, told him not to do so. amado had set him up on a fools errand - to fight a battle koji had no hopes of winning. however, contrary to his genetic template ( jiraiya, one of the three great of konoha ), koji refused to go down like this; there are so many things he wants to do, so much to unravel about life.
he always thought of himself as nothing but a tool and yet - when it comes right down to it, koji cannot help but fall into the sweet temptation of human emotions, the fear of death greater than he thought it would be.
which is why he comes to orochimaru in hopes of their aid - there are but a few who have knowledge and technology enough to handle his enhanced body, if anyone could help him it would be another one of the sannin. trying to locate the godaime was not on his plans, he was bleeding out and on the verge of losing conscience. in the end, orochimaru was his best ( and closest ) option.
being carefully let down to the ground, koji groans in pain - only now noticing a shadow over him. he’s got no way to reach out and, in his best efforts to remain awake, grunts painfully:
‘ help me, please ! ’
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Tea Meme - Accepting
@vipcridae asked: 🍵 //kabu
The tea appears to be such a dark shade of black that it might as well be ink - or so it seems, anyway. It’s actually a very dark purple, with the occasional flicker of gold, though the only way to realize such a truth is to examine it closely, and few wish to. Indeed, he notices that most seem to recoil from this drink as if it were poison, for this blend bears the name of a Shinobi so infamous and deadly as to strike fear into the hearts of even the most battle-hardened warriors.
Not him, however.
Long ago, Orochimaru had offered him a metaphorical chalice from which to drink, and he hadn’t known what it contained - maybe an elixir of eternal life, maybe the deadliest of poisons - and after hesitating, he’d taken a sip, then a swallow, and how well had it all paid off.
There’s no hesitation now.
Kabuto finds himself drinking continuously, scarcely coming up for air. Because, much like the real Orochimaru, the tea he has now is wonderful and complex, its flavors shifting as a treat for those who dare dive in, and yet not clashing at all, as if this blend was created to symbolize how eagerly he accepts and wants all parts of his spouse - light hints of lavender, a nod to their past; suddenly seeming to become the boldness of blackberry and rum and almond, which would be deadly if it tasted bitter; ending with a floral flavor, evoking images of the gardens Sannin and medic strolled though in their blissful and peaceful eternity.
Kabuto’s health is fully restored.
#shout out to tea forte for actually listing all of their various flavors#so i could create this Magical Taste Changing Tea Blend#vipcridae#tomorrow and today ; beside you all the way ( v ; vipcridae )#and i say welcome to the show ( ic )#your love is like bad medicine ( kabuto yakushi )#and i think i deserve some praise ( answered asks )#let's embrace the future in store ( v ; boruto )#food tw
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The Intimacy of Hands - Accepting
@vipcridae asked: [ shudder ] //kabu
[ shudder ] – for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver.
It’s not something S.annin and medic expected - a partnership of necessity turned to a genuine friendship turned something romantic.
It’s not something S.annin and medic don’t like, either.
S.asuke is off brooding somewhere, and the rest of the Sound’s forces know better than to interrupt their Lord when they retire for the evening (absent an emergency), which means that K.abuto and O.rochimaru won’t be disturbed for the rest of the night.
They lie together in bed, each wearing a loose kimono. Lazy, gentle kisses are exchanged between the two as they talk. He rubs their back in slow circles, too, his touch as light and loving as can be - and he feels O.rochimaru shudder in response to his gentle affections.
“Oh?”
He smiles, then, but it’s one both soft and loving.
“Shh ... ” Continuing to be gentle, Kabuto tugs them ever closer, presses kisses along their throat, cheeks, lips. “It’s okay. I know very well that the life of a Shinobi doesn’t make room for interactions like this, and I know you might not be used to something so soft. So many aim to hurt. But you don’t need to worry about that when you’re with me - not when you’re with your K.abuto. My heart is yours. I am yours. Let me show you how strongly I feel ... ”
// Thank you! Please ask before continuing.
#the first step of the cure. ( K A B U T O )#welcome to the show. ( I C )#will you remember all the danger we came from? ( V )#i guess i really just wanted to talk to you. ( A S K S )#vipcridae#hey there to my future self. ( Q U E U E )#if a picture paints a thousand words then why can't i paint you? the words will never show the you i've come to know. ( vipcridae )#give me sanctuary ; lay your burdens on me. ( V . vipcridae )#age gap ship tw
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confess your secrets to me and i'll tell you what you need to hear
“you are holy, you are divine”
you've eaten yourself alive long enough. it's time to pull yourself down from your cross. i promise you are good, you are pure. you do not have to be a martyr.
tagged by: @vipcridae tyty dear!
tagging: @airusu @senjutsunade and anyone who wants to?
#tumblr didn't show me this tag ;(#until i was scrolling today#but also oof this answer#dash fun#the ghost
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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
name: ( min-jun ) envy.
eye color: tar-black, unnaturally shineless, & dead.
hair style / color: tar-black with some white streaks on the upper-right. the overall colour seems to shine with purple-blue underneath the sun.
height: 6′3
clothing style: black & comfy, typically oversized jackets & turtlenecks to hide own scars as well as the chiseled physique. across the broad chest, you can spot leather garter belts that are used to uphold his black butterfly-knife.
best physical feature: hands. they are very gracious, long, & feminine, much like those found in famous paintings. envy got often complimented for them back in NEW EDEN, especially by those who happened to play the piano.
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
your fears: ❝ . . . . . ❞ ( syringes, pills, restraints.. anything medical. )
your guilty pleasure: ❝ the spark i see in their eyes... ❞
your ambitions for the future: ❝ to empty my little bingo book.... ❞
𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.
your first thoughts waking up: ❝ ... nothing. i like to tune myself to sound instead, like the rain, the wind, or even the sound my old house makes. it’s pacifying.... like music.... ❞
what you think about most: ❝ what should my next step be... ❞
what you think about before bed: ❝ the face of my..... interest. ❞
what you think your best quality is: ❝ perseverance. ❞
𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?
single or group dates: ❝ single. ❞
to be loved or respected: ❝ respected. ❞
beauty or brains: ❝ the heart... ❞
dogs or cats: ❝ indifferent. ❞
𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…
lie: ❝ heheh... ❞
believe in yourself: ❝ what is there... to believe in... ? ❞
believe in love: ❝ ... hm. ‘ the journeys end in lovers meeting. ‘ ❞
want someone: ❝ perhaps... ~ ❞
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…
been on stage: ❝ theoretically... killers always are... ❞
done drugs: ❝ . . . . ❞ ( as an ex-patient of the ‘ NEW EDEN, ’ envy was forced to intake various & often illegal medications. )
changed who you were to fit in: ❝ ... don’t we all.. ~ ? ❞
𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.
favorite color: ❝ black... i suppose... ❞
favorite animal: ❝ . . . . ❞
favorite movie: ❝ i don’t watch much tv.... ❞
favorite book: ❝ i like many... but if i had to pick... ‘ sonnet 18. ‘ ❞
favorite game: ❝ the cat & mouse ♥ ❞
𝑨𝑮𝑬.
day your next birthday will be: ❝ the 1st of may... ❞
how old will you be: ❝ .... twenty.. ─── i think? ❞
age you lost your virginity: ❝ . . . . ❞
𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.
best personality: ❝ challenging & playful.... ❞ he scoffs with a wicked smile, ❞ & preferably wise enough to survive. ❞
best eye color: ❝ ah... all i really care about is their shine... ❞
best hair color: ❝ . . . . ❞ ( deep auburn. )
best thing to do with a partner: ❝ anything, everything... so long we are together. ❞
𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.
i love: ❝ the freedom... ❞
i feel: ❝ ... cold... ❞
i hide: ❝ heheh.... ❞
i miss: ❝ .... the warmth i felt... when we first kissed.... ❞
i wish: ❝ to feel whole again..... ❞
tagging: @b-erserk | @spectralhunter | @yuichiroswife | @chronicparagon | @umbralrosa | @qucintly | @yesfxckyxu | @pvremichigan | @kllsworn | @awesomeuchuu | @dangaer & @truethes | @whispers-in-daydreams | @unladielike & @causalitylinked | @carnivorarium | @fallesto | @kataomci | @vipcridae | @dancinghearts | @clarafell | @bymorpheus | @e-ldritch | @v-iciious | @feralspent | @xxyumeno | @shadyinfo | @earth-b0und & @nxghtangel
#since envy doesn't talk much#i had to by-pass that rule just this once or else there would be no meme lmao#headcanon ( envy )
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V. tag dump 18/18
#&&. ❛ MUSIC ❪ i like it loud . ❫#&&. ❛ PROMPT ❪ through the looking glass . ❫#&&. ❛ PROMOTION ❪ this is how legends are made . ❫#&&. ❛ OPEN STARTER ❪ i feel the pages turning . ❫#&&. ❛ WISHLIST ❪ upon a star . ❫#&&. ❛ ANSWERED ❪ to whom it may concern . ❫#&&. ❛ SAVED ❪ safe keeping . ❫#&&. ❛ WARNING ❪ unsafe for public viewing . ❫#&&. ❛ TOBIMADA ❪ choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver // forlornwind ❫#&&. ❛ LUCIFER ❪ you should see me in a crown . ❫#&&. ❛ OROJIRA ❪ there's you in everything i do . ❫ // vipcridae
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@britishpokechap (top) and @vipcridae (bottom) both surprised me with art of the babies shortly after I debuted them ;0; look at my little seals!! thank you both so much; you’ve both made me so, so happy!
#i know these are on their about page#but i wanted to put 'em in a post because it was really sweet of you both ;_;#britishpokechap#vipcridae#rescue! rescue! rescue! ( the seals of approval )#i'm gonna love you to pieces ( saved )#i tried to get to atlanta on a peach blossom highway ( musings and aesthetics )
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