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12px brush: ah what the fuck,,,

ragbros week wip WUAAAAAHHHHHH *runs out of stamina*

The only WIP you'll get for the GHD anniversary (@99corentine). That's just because this image is fuckin hilarious to me and I have NO idea why

Chry. Please. Why do you LOOK LIKE THAT

I just went from writing a Very Bad scene to opening Tumblr and seeing what dnf have been up to like Oh Good Morning I guess we're doing this now!

Hehe fancy smirk&feral smirk 😏😼

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Silly sorcevalier best Ruikasa au ever fr

Money I spent on supoosed self help books that aren't even fucking finished or have the decency to include info from the website they reference complied into them was definitely wasted and I'm pissed. These books are useless, especially since I'm waiting for my software to finishing ripping the websites 30+ blog articles that actually are helpful and that that thought would be in the books. I could have just ripped them right off the bat. I want my $25 back I want to buy the game/sI know I'd actually get use out of. Really upset.

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watching a movie

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Me writing excerpts for a new fic while ignoring all the other wips I have in place, specifically the one I posted in this same au? Could never happen

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You're terrible.

Impatience is for the Devil, child. And you are his most impatient creature. Another one of Sister Frances’ charming epithets Wrapped in a blanket that she’s sure feels like raw steel wool, helpless to the whims of nuns who can’t stand her ,and a best friend who tolerates more than she’s worth, Ava has two weapons: her eyes and her mouth. She decides to break out the eyes. She bats them a few times, lets them water just a little. Beatrice’s eyes narrow into slits. “Don’t you dare, Ava Silva.” Okay, her mouth. “Bea,” she says softly. “I’m not asking for much.” “You’re asking for me to write a letter to the enlistment office, requesting you be considered for an experimental program that aims to produce super soldiers.” Beatrice’s mouth thins into a line. “That is… much.” “It’ll get thrown out.” “Then why try?” “Because I have to.” The words come out of her like a fountain erupting. She blinks, the tears in her eyes not manufactured this time.  She wishes she could move closer, pick up Beatrice’s hand in hers— she’s wondered for a long time if Beatrice’s hands still feel like they did when they were seven and running through the streets avoiding older boys looking to cause trouble and Beatrice’s parents ire. She can remember them, soft as the softest coat in Ava’s mom’s closet, and how small they were. Now her hands are bigger, silver slivers across her knuckles that Ava only sees when Beatrice lifts her hands to tuck the blanket a little higher around Ava’s shoulders. But she can’t. She may never again. Dr. Salvius’ program is her shot in the dark.

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