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BAILEY BASS as CLAUDIA INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | SEASON ONE (2022 -)

I got kit🤞🏽

this is my astrology chart.

credit: @/evanlicious via instagram

Religious backwood country horror you will always be my genre 🙌

OUTLAST 2 (2017)

MIDNIGHT MASS (2021)

FAR CRY 5 (2018)

AHS: ROANOKE (2016)

*old hag voice* problematic this problematic that. Back in my day the jasicos pericos and valangelos fought to the death. unless you shipped the ot3 then it was okay. the valangelos thought they had it in the bag until leo fucked off to calypso island. we were so certain of a jasico victory until the last 20 pages of boo. perico never stood a chance but they were stronger than any soldier. thalico became illegal overnight. the assault on them was merciless. the winner of the great nico ship wars was a guy we forgot existed since 4 books ago. nothing was ever the same.

being a multishipper is honestly so fun. im done with all jercy fics from 2016 onward? oh, sure, i'll just switch to reading some jasico, i miss them. or maybe some valdangelo, thats cute, their dynamic would be fun to explore. but oh, valgrace is so good since im rereading TLH... and some percabeth here and there obviously! but perleo is kinda sweet. wait, valzhang..

they're 3 apples tall 😭😭

Me being shocked at something I said as if I wasn’t the one who said it:

I love her sm

the true queen of westeros

Omg my type

here guys this is my taste actually 🙏 pretend kate bishop is here too

STOP why are there so many shitty team green takes on my for you tl like go away EW

Stop giving me team green propaganda! Istg

Exactly! Alicent made aemonds wound about herself! Everyone on here thinks she was just being a caring mother but I really don't. Sure he's her favorite but I don't think she cared abt him that much, just came across as more of a reason to get at rhae and by extension, her children.

I honestly have to laugh about all those try-hard Aemond stans pretending to be neutral and flooding the Daemon/Rhaenyra tag with ridiculous fics where Rhaenyra, some daughters of hers and everyone else cares more about the little freak losing an eye than the fact that he nearly murdered Jacaerys with a rock.

“Oh, noooees, poor little psycho who hates me! I am totally gonna care more about him than my own son!”

Yeah, sure.

Not even Alicent cares that much about her son in the show, imao. She makes his injury about herself and about what Rhaenyra has 'gotten away' while she 'suffers'.

The way they try to make the little Riverlands terrorist into the ultimate tragic figure of the Dance just makes him even more unlikable.

Halle Bailey's screen test looks for The Little Mermaid Camille Friend (Ariel's hair designer): A wig going over [Halle's hair] just never looked right. It was more important keeping the look of [Halle] being an African American Ariel and not trying to change her. Halle Bailey: I was just really pleased with Rob Marshall and John DeLuca's decision to keep my natural hair but also add some loose tresses to it so [it looks] more mermaid-y as well. I was really pleased that I got to keep that piece of myself.

Esp with Wednesday

Men writing Jenna Ortega characters is so funny because they write them like:

R: *does something cool*

Jenna's character: kiss me

the amount of miles smut going around is ridiculous. he's a MINOR and you're writing about sexual acts between him and whoever, and you wonder why you're getting backlash? it doesn't matter if you age him up or whatever, you're still writing smut about a MINOR. you shouldn't even be thinking about sexual acts of him because he's only 15. HE STATED IT IN THE MOVIE. it literally goes for any minor in this movie. gwen, pavitr, spiderbyte, etc. the list goes on. it just proves on how much of a pervert someone is, actually. its bad enough that some people over 18 are writing smut about minors (thats full on pedophilia) but the fact that people are justifying it because they're his age? YOU'RE FEEDING PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT. its creepy and disgusting. some of you people need to detach a little and come back to reality, cause this isn't acceptable. "bUt hE's fIcTiOnAL" who cares? smut shouldn't even be a thing in my opinion but you do you.

Gif Pack: Sydney Sweeney

By clicking the gif page linked below, you will find 140 textless gifs of Sydney Sweeney as Cassie Howard in Euphoria (episodes 3-5, 7&8 in season 1). All of these gifs were made by me for roleplay use. The sizes of the gifs are all 245px in width and 180px in height (245x180), and below 3.0 MB. Please like or reblog if you found these gifs helpful! If you like my work, please consider buying me a coffee. I would like to make more gif packs, but they are extremely time consuming!

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr and I'm upset because I don't have anything written 😭

Did Caitlyn ever realize Grayson was murdered by Silco? This could be a bonding moment between her and Vi, both lost adult figures in their lives to Silco. Caitlyn sharing more about her relationship with Grayson and her philosophy of "i use this gun to protect people" could change Vi's outlook on enforcers. Vi remembering Grayson's deal with Vander could lead her to think "if Vander could work with enforcers, I can too".

Hopefully season 2 builds more on this.

Did Vi realise that her parents were murdered by the Kiramman on the Council at the time? Did she learn the lab she attacked was a Kiramman lab? Does she know that Cait's mom was there, pushing for a bigger crackdown that resulted in Vander, Claggor, and Mylo's death, and ultimately her imprisonment in Stillwater without trial (which the Council gave no shit about)?

Would sharing a death in that one moment... Matter?

Silco killed Cait's mentor, and Cait's mom killed Cait's entire family, twice over. Yeesh.

This isn't the sort of bonding I'd like to see, because then I'd be yelling at my screen about all the other deaths being addressed too.

Vi says once that Enforcers killed her parents, and that's because she's upset at Enforcer Cait being callous. But the fact she went and laid into the bed of Councilor's Daughter Cait instead of also connecting enforcers to their bosses is one of the reasons I feel like the show did Vi dirty for Caitvi's sake.

I want to see mad dog Vi. I want Vi to align with enforcers because she's alienated all of Zaun. She sees them as Silco lovers, people who forgot her and moved on and allied themselves with Vander's killer. She could see them as weak and needing her protection, and they don't seem to WANT her, then she'll give it against their will if she must, working with the other people who police Zaun against its will.

I want Zaun to hate Vi for being Jinx's sister and having made everything worse with her return. I want Zaun to hate her for running around with a Councillor and nattering to the Council and being a rat and a snitch.

Because there's no other way now that I can see, since we can't change season 1. Vi's done what she's done. I'd rather see the more twisted Vi I wanted for season 1 in season 2 than never.

I'd hate for Vi to become a cop because she bonds over death with her cop girlfriend. It'd be her not engaging critically with anything that happened in her life. Who makes such woeful decisions on emotions alone?

Well, Vi, apparently. So it'd probably be in character. But I hope not. Or I hope it's treated as dark and complex, and not an uwu girlies bonding moment.

Steal their look 👗

Yes Ma'am 🥺

Quick! Someone write a jinx x reader oneshot

Modern day Jinx and Silco would be in the mafia. So I'mma write some mafia jinx! fics later down the line probably.

Fuck it, this is a Tara Markov safe space.

STOP TAGGING ELLIE/BELLA UNDER JOEL/PEDRO FICS IM SICK ENOUGH OF THIS MADNESS

Undead gf (role reversal)

Zombie! Jinx! X Fem! Kirraman! Reader

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Reader is written to be any skin color, body type, or race.

Not a part two to zombie gf, just a separate fiction with the roles reversed cus I love a role reversal.

It's gay.

Very morally grey, damn near not grey at all.

I just can't leave kirraman! Reader alone can I? (It's such a fun thing to write.)

(Reader is hinted at being a kirraman, but due to the way the story is written, not explicitly stated)

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Taut fingers pull at the bows string, gradually pulling it backwards and lining up the arrow. The girl pulls the arrow so far that it's bristles brush up gently against her rough cheek. Lining up with her vision quite nicely.

She takes a deep breath, the cold smoke leaving her lips and curling into the dead air before eventually dissipating. She waits a beat before letting go, the satisfying sound of the arrow cutting through the wind and successfully meeting it's mark.

The deer falls over and into the earth with a sickening thud. The birds quickly scatter at the sound and (name) knows she has to move quick.

The (hair colored) girl tucking her bow against her side and running down the angled slope, combat boots eventually finding the deer's carcass.

(Name) stops short just behind the dead deer and gives a long sigh. This'll be a bitch to drag.

The girl drags the deer through the woods as silently as possible, having to stop multiple times on her trek to stay out of sight of the surrounding biters.

The task was definitely a bitch to complete but eventually, the (hair colored) girl was able to haul the heavy deer into her camouflaged army truck and sped off. Of course ramming a few biters along the side of her spiked car as she went.

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(Name) slams the truck door shut after she jumps down from the monster truck's step-up. The noise reverberating off of the garages shuttle doors and around the large storage room.

The (haircolored) girl grabbing her red wagon trolley and heaving the 40 pound deer into the trolley, leaving the garage shortly after. Slowly working her way past the kitchen and through the hidden entrance until she reaches the secret basement.

A soft smile overcoming her face when she heard the rythmic clicking of a metal chain. The girl stops momentarily and closes her eyes. She's probably in the far corner.

The rolling of the cart stops right in front of the basements entrance, waiting to be acknowledged. We all know what happens when she gets surprised.

"Honey? I got dinner." (Name) says the words softly, knowing how bad her girlfriend could freak out if her voice is raised beyond a low whisper.

She only gets a low growl back.

(Name) doesn't let it bother her, instead just shrugging and pushing the dead deer down the ramp in the cart. The red wheeler crashing into a concrete wall and slightly denting itself. The girl watches as a boney pale hand sneaks out, snatching at the corpse with breakneck speed and pulling it along with the unimaginable strength she new her girl still possessed.

(Name) relaxes, when she hears the distinct sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching mere seconds later. At least she's eating.

(Name) herself though, doesn't fear her girlfriend. Why would she? She's just really sick after all. And so, she rolls her shoulders and practically marches into the basement. Eyes falling immediately on her girlfriend who still sat hunched in the corner.

(Name) briefly feels a sliver of guilt run through her at the sight. What kind if girlfriend is she? To do this to J- to her? When did she become like this?

She stiffens at the self imposed question, being immediately sucked back into the cruel past.

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Snow and twigs crunch under the girl's brown leather boots, the cold nips at her ears and nose, making them respectively both ring and run. The girl doesn't care to stop.

Her hand is tightened around the bow she holds in her grip, ready for her to draw at anytime incase of a horde. Or humans.

The girl had left the safety of the kirraman bunker mere weeks ago, no longer able to stay in a house that at every turn reminded her of her lost girlfriend. Her soon to be found girlfriend.

Though the likely hood of JJ being found unharmed after being missing for all this time is slim.

It having been late summer when JJ and her sister went on a run of the mill supply run, ([name] would've went with Vi that day but alas, she fell sick.) Neither girls came back for the next couple of days, worrying both Caitlyn and (name). The two kirraman girls practically latching onto each other during the time away from their respective girlfriends.

Until of course one day when an injured Vi practically fell right on their doorstep and was found in the morning. The shorthaired girl revealed that she didn't know where her sister was either, the two having split up thanks to a stupid horde and never crossed paths again.

When Vi got better, her and (name) went out everyday to try and find any unfamiliar tracks or clues. Of course, finding none.

After a few months stewing in her worry and fear, name left the compound, spending weeks on the road, questioning any reliable looking human she found on the wearabouts of a blue haired girl.

The trail finally lead her here. The headquarters of some stupid born again cult a few states away, she knows they have her.

The kirraman girl, dressed in the cults clothing (something she stole from a person that she might've kidnapped and killed), she marches confidently passed the gate.

She might die here.

She might find JJ here.

What if they don't have her?

The girl forces those thoughts from her head, pulling the small cloak further down and walking a little faster past a few guards and 'normal' men alike.

One of the ex Cultists she sharply questioned told her of the 'pit'. A place where they leave prisoners to die if they don't convert. A place crawling with zombies.

She knows JJ would rather chew off her own hand then bend to some idiots wearing adult diapers. And with the large amount of enemies that JJ made in both their past and present life, she doesn't doubt that some of them might've came here too. (Name) briefly acknowledges that this is a suicide mission and questions her sanity.

The girl pulls a few bombs, (courtesy of her lover) out of her cloak. Discreetly pulling them and rolling them into rooms. Making sure most of the tools are at least filled with three before flicking the switch. It's a small compound so she didn't really need to stack up too hard on the bombs anyway. The cult more notorious for killing people rather than 'saving' them means that there really weren't a lot of people for her to kill at all.

The girl hears the telltale almost silent 'pop!'. Meaning that it went off, blood splattering on the walls and hallways of the building. Thank goodness for 'pressure bombs' as she called them. Quick and efficient.

With the building practically vacant save for a few stragglers that might've been in the halls, (the girl kills them all of course, even if she doesn't find jinx here that's one less sacrificial cult in the world.)

She finds her way into the 'pit', as it turns out, the ' 'pit' is heavily exaggerated. Guess the name and the thought of a place crawling with zombies alone was supposed to scare the shit out of people. Because there are hardly any actual walking around zombies here. The cultists probably clean this place out every now and again incase of a zombie breakout.

It takes a while for (name) to find her. The kirraman having slightly given up hope that she's here when she's slapped in the face with a long blue braid.

The (haircolored) girl looks up slowly, hesitant to see the heartbreaking sight waiting for her. Milky blue eyes connect with her own and the girl in the net let's out a raspy growl. Long chipped dual colored nails snapping out through the nets hole and swiping down as if she could just snatch the human up.

Neither girl(?) Say anything for a moment. Not that Jinx could. (Name) just stares at the feral animated corspe that was once her girlfriend.

It's silent for a few moments longer before, "Hi baby." (Name) couldn't even recognize her own voice, so cracked and tainted. She sounded close to tears. She couldn't even register her shaking hands or accelerated heart. It's one thing to assume that a loved one is dead, and a completely different thing to see it for yourself.

She'll never see her smile again, or cry, or breathe. They'll never kiss, or fight, or hold a fucking conversation. You can't cuddle a zombie.

It hurts. It's a physical sharp pain shooting through her heart the longer she looks at those glazed over blue eyes. Those once so expressive blue eyes.

That damned trip!

(Name) wishes she could go back in time and personally mow down every fucking cult member. Wishes she could prolong their deaths and leave them to be ripped to shreds by a horde. She curses at how much of a mercy kill she'd really given them.

You can't kill someone twice.

So for now she'll focus on Jinx. On what her next step is.

The next step ends up being to take her home.

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(Name) knows though that she can't do this forever. While yes she has created a drug that would 'stop' Jinx's body from decay, it won't bring her back.

(She created the drug under intense pressure after she brought Jinx home and while not perfect, it does the job flawlessly.)

It still needs to be administered every week or so and makes her feel like shit every time she has to drug jinx to give her the preserve.

And sure, they're pretty deep in the woods and off the map but people do stumble by the area evey now and again.

(Name) refuses to make a guard dog out of her girlfriend (and potentially lose her to a skilled survivor) so it means that usually if the person isn't off their property by day three they're missing a few limbs and now zombie chow. ('Name' of course gives them a mercy kill just before though, she's not that cruel!)

As (name) ponders the immorality of her actions she also comes to a conclusion; Whatever it takes.

They were separated once and look what happened, (name) would hate to see what she becomes if Jinx is taken again.

So she won't even tempt fate with the option. Keep Jinx in the house. Keep her tucked away, but never locked up. Feed her human of course but not so much as for it to get suspicious. And keep others off the property.

Those have become her rules. The ones she abides by and forever refuses to break. Breaking one might mean that she'd break another and another and she would loose jinx. No one else is worth it.

(Name) knows she'll probably waste her life away taking care of her undead girlfriend. She knows that such a high risk life may put her in the grave quicker than fate may have intended.

But she doesn't really care. Because she refuses to just bury Jinx. God she prays this apocalypse would never end.

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Okay so this one is obviously a bit worse than zombie gf, but I have excuses. I had to rewrite this TWICE because Tumblr refuses to connect to my WiFi. And I forgot what I wrote each time so I am just about done with this one shot.

Btw what happened to all the jinx stories, bring them back please the jinx x reader tag has been so dry lately.

powder after vi walked away at the end of episode 3

This is so cool!

📜⚜️«𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲» 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟯⚜️📜

❗Read with the soundtrack "Dracarys" by Ramin Djawadi❗

The next parts are already posted on my profile✨

Yo I saw ur zombie yn with jinx fic and IT.IS.SO.GOOD.

LIKE WOAH

Thanks!

I definitely wanted to expand more on the zombie au but also wanted to get it out in time for Halloween so I just felt it was very rushed. I'm so happy that you and a lot others seem to really like it, like it warms my heart.

Modern au

Nerd! Powder x Cheerleader Fem!reader

reader is written to be of any skin color or size.

this is very gay.

Vi is two years older than powder in this one, making her a senior and powder a sophomore. Caitlyn is a senior and reader is a junior.

Reader is down bad.

Small drabble.

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(Name) presses her perfectly manicured nails against the stall door and gives it a light push. Opening the door and revealing herself behind it.

The (haircolored) girl walking quickly through the small tagged arch and towards the sink in front of her. Washing her hands and reapplying her bubble gum pink lip gloss. The girls (colored) eyes connecting with soft grayish blue ones through the mirror. A feeling of bashfullness washing over the girl.

Powder Lucas.

(Name) stares into startled glacous blue irises for a few more seconds before flashing her a quick smile.

The girl behind her immediately looking down towards her chipped fingernail polish instead. (Name) hummed softly, wishing the girl behind her would catch her eyes again.

The bluenette wore paint and oil stained black overalls today, her dark navy hair braided into two double dutch braids instead of their usual long fishtail. Mud splattered black sneakers covered her feet, her shoes a little on the larger side. Slightly different from the ones she normally wore.

Not that (name) noticed of course.

The (skincolored) girl dries off her hands softly with a paper towel. Adjusting her skirt in the mirror and walking out the bathroom with another word. Wanting to get out of the situation before powder noticed the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

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Alexander slaps the tray from powder's hands, the blue plastic object clattering onto the floor without much of a struggle. The loud noise interrupts most of the chatter in the lunchroom, the students now staring at the interaction. Powder turns bright red at the attention and reaches down to pick up the fallen tray, alex kicks it away from her.

(Name) rolls her eyes and sits up in her seat. Here we go again.

Alexander Travis was a football player of course. Who believed his own bullshit and thought himself and other like him superior because of his clear financial advantage. In other words, he was an asshole.

An asshole who up until recently had a girlfriend that had left him for powder's troublemaker older sister. (Though, name thinks their relationship was fake the entire time, Caitlyn hadn't even pretended to be into him.)

An asshole who also got his teeth kicked in by powder's aforementioned troublemaker older sister who, because of it is now suspended for a month.

And since troublemaker Violet Lucas (who goes by 'Vi' to her very few friends) isn't here to kick his teeth in again, Alexander these past few days has taken to getting even through her much meeker younger sister.

Harassing her in gym, embarrassing her in front of teachers and overall being a huge dick to someone years younger than him.

The teachers look the other way because Alexander's the principals nephew and they don't want to lose their jobs. Students look the other way either because they, like alex, hate Vi and want to take it out on her or their just scared of the repercussions of standing against him.

(Name) tried to get him to stop behind the scenes quite a lot of times. Appealing to their past status as friends and even promising to go on a date with him if he'd just leave the poor girl alone. But he just shook his head and said that that 'poor ass family' had to pay and stopped to conversation at that.

The cheerleader pops the bubblegum loudly in her mouth, making sure it reaches the only two standing up in the middle of the lunchroom. The sound cuts off Alex's stupid ass taunts and makes him then towards the (haircolored) girl who cups one of her hands to her face and leans on the lunch table, obviously bored.

"Got something to say (lastname)?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, thin lips twitching downwards when (name) says nothing and instead just blows up another pink gum bubble.

The girl pops it again and chews loudly. "Yeah actually, when are you gonna leave that poor girl alone?" She uncrosses her legs and prepares to stand up.

"What?" Alexander let's out a little snicker, surprised that she's so blunt in public. He turns to the cheerleader, forgetting the glaring bluenette behind him.

(Name) stands up, smoothing her skirt out and letting it fall to her knees. "I mean, I get it Vi literally stole your girl and handed your ass to you on a silver platter, but it's done- it's over now, just let it go dude."

Powder behind him stops attempting the impossible task of picking up the sticky mess of cheesy mashed potatoes from the tiled floor and instead stares ahead, her mouth opened slightly showing off her cutely gapped teeth.

Alex scoffs at her words and crosses his arms. "Your really sticking up for this bootlicker and her jailbird of a sister?" He questions, the threat clear in his words.

(Name) shrugged. "Nobody else seems to be." And with that the conversation is over. The (haircolored) girl brushing past him and bending over slightly, offering the girl on the floor a hand that she takes with shaking fingers.

A tingle flows through (name)'s body where their fingers touch and the girl bites back a gasp. Suddenly a lot more self conscious after successfully grabbing the hand of her kinda sorta maybe longtime crush.

Slowly, she pulls the bluenette off the ground until she's standing up right in front of her. The cheerleader awkwardly picking off chunks if mashed potatoes from powder's outfit and clearing her throat. "There. Good as new." (Name) flashes another (hopefully comforting, most likely off putting) smile at powder's bewildered face and picks the lunch tray up. Not even bothering with the food on the ground.

The older girl, in front of everyone, gestures to her own table where there's only her lunch box. "Wanna come sit? I don't think I can fix this." She lifts the tray in question and looks over to the food on the floor. "But I have packed an extra lunch with me."

Powder blinks and stares for a few seconds at the offer and (name) grows even more embarrassed at the amount of eyes still on them. She'd never invited another person back over to her table before. Caitlyn has, most of the other cheerleaders have, but the girl never really felt comfortable talking to somebody else while eating.

"Yes." Powder's voice is soft, a slight rasp curls around her words and a monotonous edge is imbedded in the sound. Her voice brings a small fluttery feeling to her chest and nestles butterflies in her previously settled stomach.

This isn't even close to the first time (name) has ever heard the younger girls voice, not even close. But it's the first time it's actually directed at her and the acknowledgement is what sends her over the moon.

(Name) nods a little too quickly and forces off the smile threatening to pull at her cheeks. "Cool." She hopes powder can't hear the voice crack. The cheerleader bounces on her feet, feeling as if she won a million dollars as she pulls the sophomore over to her vacated table.

Powder stumbles over a little less gracefully and sits down. Bunching away from the older girl almost immediately and drawing in on herself. Barley visible light pink blush dotting her perfect freckled cheeks.

(Name) thinks nothing of it, not offended at the girls blatant closed offness and pulls a nicely wrapped pretty calzone out of her pink bag, chips and a small drink leaving it after and she hands it to her junior.

Powder takes it slowly, as if thinking (name) would snatch it back and laugh in her face if she moves to quickly. (Name) would never.

Eventually she takes it, their fingers brushing against each other and making both girls shiver at the touch. Powder gently unwraps the calzone and takes a small nimble of it, her eyes lighting up when the flavors touches her tongue and she goes back immediately to take a larger one.

(Name) discreetly watches her, not even touching her own messily put together homemade burger, pride filling her while watching powder happily stuff her cheeks.

She stayed up all night perfecting that recipe she pawned off of cait who got it from Vi. That damned thing was a lot harder to make than it seemed and (name) gained even more respect for the pink haired girl who made it perfectly everytime. The cheese grating in and of itself nearly had the (hair color) quitting at multiple points during the night.

The cheerleader fiddles with her multiple hello kitty bandaids while she subtly watches the girl eat. Elated all the hard work paid off and she didn't chicken out yet again on actually giving it to the bluenette.

"T-thank you." The younger girl's voice breaks through her thoughts easily and (name) pretends like she hadn't been staring. A small blush be falling her face at powder's piercing blue eyes. Her cheeks has small smudges of grease on them and her breath smells of pepperoni.

"I- anytime." The cheerleader nods. Happy to have the bluenettes attention for the first time in the six years that she's liked her. Her leg bounces under the table while powder absentmindedly comes slightly closer, their bodies no where near touching but there's a change in the air around them, a strange relaxation flowing through them both. The start of something new.

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Yes, older powder is a kind of difficult character for me to write🥲

But it's not really my fault okay-