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❝ . . . ❞ satoru's not counting the hours he's been in this building , but he can tell it's been hours because when he arrived , it had been daylight and now , it was cast in pitch black darkness . basketball in his arms , hugged carelessly as he knew it couldn't squirm or writhe in any meaningful capacity , he glared at the wall he was facing with utter disdain . he drew breath as well , aiming to get as much of this building frustration outside of his body as he could manage ; he knew a good way to get it out . ( not that he actually cared about the ball , but he was itching to move , something that drove him to stand again and put the ball in one hand , driving back with momentum before he threw all his energy into the force by which he threw the ball . all his strength , all his frustration , all his sadness and rage , all smacking against the metal wall in a thunderous clang . ) ❝ fucking . . . 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ! ❞ satoru swears , and he's sure that in the distance , he can hear the ball go right through the wall with his strength & cursed energy backing it up in force . ( idiot , stupid , how could you not have seen it coming ? how could you let your best friend suffer for so long without doing anything ? idiot , idiot , idiot ! so strong , and for what ? to disappoint !? god damn it ! ) / @vonerde

gaia's brow twitches in being 2 WHOLE feet shorter

-> He's staring.

"Oh? You and Lyric are of the same propensity to dislike things larger than you, then. That's fine. That audacity takes them far, don't you think?

HAPPY 60TH ANNIVERSARY, DOCTOR WHO! I made this short little animatic for today's session and embarrassingly showed it to my gang ( @vonerde/@metrictita @heartsglass and @lunaetis) while absolutely cringing at my Dalek voices. But I wanted to share it. At the very least to have somewhere where I can share it at the very least! Features the design claims I use for this universe's Daleks.

Under the cut are also my favorite reactions from today's session.

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

gaia pointing at her own dress & then at lyrics: omg look darling we're matching <3

❛ @vonerde said . . . ❛ will you stop doing that? ❜ for ghost uwu ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. how had he let this happen ? someone who was supposed to be prey had somehow slipped away from his clutches and was now berating him ! and over what ? not once had he showed an ounce of interest in spilling his feelings to her like she was his therapist. yet her eyes glare up at him with annoyance. he was avoidant. that's for sure. and clearly gaia had enough of it, snapping at him. even after all she'd been through in regards to him she still didn't have a problem biting back. it's impressive, ghost has to admit.

❛ it's really none of your business', babe. ❜ he says, tone dripping with sarcasm as he tips back a beer bottle to his lips. ❛ i don't remember askin' for your opinion on my psyche. ❜ anyone else would have run away, given up or had not tried at all. but here she was, at his side for some ungodly reason. ❛ y'know anyone in your position would be thanking god they were still alive, so i wouldn't push it. ❜

@vonerde sent: "ugh . . . you're so bright and pink, it makes me want to vomit." the males lets one of his hands move towards his temple, massaging it whilst feigning physical pain. an exaggeration, of course. but the clashing of contrasts & palettes did leave him somewhat repulsed. although, a small smile manifests upon his features whilst staring at her. "i wonder how much i'd have to squeeze you until that bright light of yours gave out . . . " ( from caspian ) ↳ inbox call!

          If she had to hear one more person comment about her color palette--! Ah, but that part might be the least of her concerns.

        There's an eye twitch as the stranger smiles. Even though it's a smile, its anything but comforting. In fact, it was foul. He carried a smell with him that couldn't be described by any conventional means. This wasn't just some random bastard on the side of the streets, to be sure. Hell, she didn't know what they were. And that made her nervous. But more importantly than any of that--