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The silence along with Klara’s withering silent assaults seemed to finally get to Yegorova. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I love to run my mouth! I would never offend you Mona!” Yegorova turned around with a contrite, almost childish expression on her face. “You wouldn’t offend me, but would you offend Baron Viktorovich?” Mona said. “I don’t like that slanderous film! I said I thought it was gross! Please believe me!” Yegorova almost sounded on the verge of crying. Even Mona found it rather pitiful.

mona finds her PITIFUL and ANNOYING . do your best barbara yegorova.....

olesya said this as a joke to get on yegorova's nerves but it's really funny to think of yegorova's interactions with mona being colored by thinking she's into her.

Whatever kind of person and challenge walked through the door, whatever duties and demands were imposed upon Mona, she always had the second floor of the office, and her ever so reliable assistant and companion.

For a moment she felt no pain. She knew the true color of her eyes then, her eyes that had before been indistinctly dark to her. They were red with the fire inside her soul. Her soul; none other. Her hands shaped that fire now; Her hands decided her history.

In the middle of this great underground hall that the conspirators dubbed The Solarium–

Stood a reserved older woman, awaiting a much younger-seeming but much older guest.

A girl instantly appeared without warning, but her arrival did not surprise The Matron.

“Damsel, reporting in.”

Though Mona had lost some Oleum and part of her hip had been crushed, the injury was mostly cosmetic as long as she could still move her arms and legs. Her core still had enough Oleum and fire to give her command over her body. A doll moved because of its core and would become inert without it.

Tanya pushed herself out from under the car, dressed in greasy work coveralls.

Her grin disappeared from her face when she took a second to truly see Klara Sergeyevna.

As well as the worried, exhausted, sweating faces around her, holding her up.

“Where to Boss? Hospital?”

She had a manila envelope under her arm, and gave Mona a cutesy wave coming in.

Mona promptly looked back down at the newspaper and continued to read.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me! What the hell?”

“–it is my privilege as the First Wife to be special in Mona’s heart, and it is with my grace that all other wives are selected based on what would be best for Mona. Counting Regina, Shirin, and you– as long as she doesn’t go after any more I am still quite happy with the arrangement–”

im Always saying this

sakura matou

Omg ..

a brown catgirl wearing a loosely-wound black hijab, her ears creating two little peaks in the fabric. a hinyabi, if you will.

cat(girl)s are ritually pure

perlica: violence is never our goal
chen: endmin watch me kill this guy with a cool sword backflip

We don't deserve dogs. We deserve small swarms of flying beetles that demonstrate singular hive intelligence and whose allegiance can only be maintained through regular offerings of blood

A digital drawing in a vintage pulp style, promoting Wasteland Pony Express, a post-apocalyptic lesbian serial udon western romance. The outer image is a pair of riders, facing mostly away from the viewer. One is a thin and worn-looking cowgirl in fringed chaps, the other is wearing a biker jacket with a yellow cat on the back. Southwestern flora, including garlands of flowers, and a bird round out the frame. Inlaid is a narrow red box with four riders, a donkey, and a mule riding across the desert. Below, in a separate box, is a summary of the update. It says: Tensions rise as the girls continue to head back east toward Hereafter and Artie’s upcoming execution by god. They’re not fighting, exactly, but they could be less fighting. Lou’s bout of unsettling dreams continue, and she dreads having to find out if they’re prophetic, or just bad. They pass through the remnants of their first camp, and it is undeniable that their journey is almost over, while Holliday and Sumie’s journey together has just begun. Lou makes a plan that won’t save Artie’s life, but might ease her pain as she goes. Artie does not like the plan. They return to Angel Wormwood convent, which is just as pale and foreboding as they left it, and as Lou said, she is not going in there.

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its so swag and infinitely worth to them play ender magnolia, which is mayb my favorite vania thing ever... it's so cool... it's so swag... it's so good...

optimus prime be like i just drove in from denver and boy are my arms tires

#今年も残りわずかなので今年一番伸びた絵を貼る

#EldenRing #NIGHTREIGN #Duchess #エルデンリング #ナイトレイン #レディ #EldenRingFanart

Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

Good morning

i wake up every morning like this now

#フジマサマーチ
#ウマ娘

i think i just grew up in an area that really capitalized on fake creature rumors that made me a cynic as a youth whereas i have seen strange things akin to ghosts with my eyes that i believe occur even if they were just because i am mentally ill.

i think human brain creates ghosts because brains are strange. so ghosts are real in that some people who experienced weird things probably really saw them but not like meaningfully real outside of perception.. crytpids are scams and aliens are a mix of the two.

All she could do was believe.

Believe that all her sacrifices had been worth it.

Every humiliation, every instance of bloodletting, everything– for Elena.

When I was in college a local writer came to visit one of my workshop classes once and gave a whole lecture about how he refuses to read any novel that isn't in present tense and how it's how it's all he writes, and I asked him "do you suck your own dick at home too?" and he got so mad.

Finished this last night, it's a bit scatterbrained but I typed up some thoughts! GREAT fucking novella, multiple chapters that made me stand up teary eyed and think 'fuck I gotta go love and cherish women in my life RIGHT NOW'. READING WHIPS!!! Can't wait for more gallant little detective tales!

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