infinity drops as his finger makes contact with ophelia's forehead, pressing against the space between her furrowed eyebrows. " why do you look so concerned? everything's fine now. "

none of the sorcerers died. the kids were healed. the curses were exorcised. it's a clean resolution to a messy situation, and time moves on like it always does. the night parade of a hundred demons will soon be an old story to swap over lunch with coworkers, making light of a crisis that wasn't light at all. and worst of all... satoru smiles. nah, he can't think about that right now. ophelia's already worried.

Kisumi’s attention didn’t wane despite Atlas’s denial of his suspicions. It made sense after all if he fit into some neurodivergent category of some kind. He was very lacking in any sort of expression. Always looking at him with the same sort of natural face which Kisumi really couldn’t decipher. It was one possible explanation.

“I’m not sold.” He admitted even though the other was denying, not even allowing his theory be entertained. “Here you are reading a paper, spending coins that are basically obsolete. For what? Fire starter? Are you a scrap booker?” Kisumi leaned forward, trying to get some sort of grip on the situation.

Even if nothing was the case he liked that his prodding annoyed the other, got his attention back on him. Even negative attention was still attention after all.

          "am i a cute amoeba, though?" he clearly does not take any offense to dakota's statement, perhaps a sign that he was quite aware of his own shortcomings when it came to his smarts. or, he was ignoring the issue entirely, but it was more likely the former than the latter. "listen, i'm a big boy! you don't have to worry about me. i figure things out eventually." plus, he's made it this far in life. surely he was doing something right.

Unpopular rpc opinions

From my experience; The most vocal people who preach about how shit female muses are treated by the rpc, are usually the people who are being the most bigoted and weird about them. Used to write with someone who would always talk about that and then turn around and only use my female muses as props to help develop their male oc while my female muses (cannon and not) were never allowed to have their own plots or development. I had to tell them 3 times explicitly that my Sable is not going to mother their male muse and she is only using him for her own personal gain.

This has stayed pretty consistent even into 2025 is the sad thing. It's made me pretty picky about who I even throw my female muses at. Misogyny is alive and well here and I'm so tired of it.

OF COURSE COMPLICATIONS WOULD ARISE ... like blood pooling 'pon the tongue ──────── & here he is, her complication. PARAGON OF SOPHISTICATION, elegance in the door, & she could cuss. BODY WEAVES THROUGH CROWD, DISGUST BUT THE CENTER OF CHEST, whispers in the bound ( utters of the woman in vermillion dress, seeking the man adorned in silvers, the man already surrounded in wagging tongues, seeking information, seeking connections. )

IRRITATING, IRRITATING, IRRITATING ! Time ticks, time flows & minutes turn to a length longer than desired before she can finally get to him & finally, get him far from watching eyes. ONCE ALONE, FINGERS SHIFT UPRIGHT, coiling 'neath his tie & with a tug, she brings him down to eye level, voice a whisper. ❛❛ I really wished you had not come to this dinner party ... Now, you're in danger & I can only guarantee your safety if you listen to me for the time being, Atlas. ❜❜

“And this isn’t really a surprise now is it Martin? I mean everyone knows that the second RB seat might as well be cursed. Riccardo, Perez, Albon, Tsunoda just to name a few.”

“You are right, but we need to remember that at the beginning of the season he was going toe to toe with Max. He has the talent, it’s just a question of will he get a second chance and if he does, will he seize it?”

“Thank you Martin, up next…” the tv shuts off

❛ w-what're you givin' me that look for , @cursedblessed ? ❜

Sometimes, Kai couldn't resist the urge to do something stupid; it was part of what made him unpredictable and unruly— two attributes that came to him as naturally as breathing. When Atlas entered his office one morning, he'd find Kai there, leaning back in his chair, combat boots up on the desk with a cigarette between his lips. He had already helped himself to the expensive whiskey reserved for guests, and his cocky grin grew as Atlas stepped into the room. "Oh, look who finally made it. I was startin' t' wonder if ya took the day off or somethin', and that woulda made me sad 'cause I would've broken in here for nothin'. So tell me... How's your mornin' been, sunshine?"