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[ofbraithwaite]

i’m gonna leave this little notice: i won’t be able to do a lot of drafts / asks i received until monday. i have a surprise exam that day ( and the college was kind enough to let me know only a week earlier with three two-hundred pages books to study ) so i … need to study unless i want to die. so chances are that i might not even do drafts at all until then, and if i do, i definitely will give priority to threads i feel inspired for. this message counts for my other blog as well.

#reblogging here just in case! #i love you all #i may also have some wifi next week #and idk #stream some witcher

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  001 :   THE OUTSIDE .

NAME :   Atropo of Braithwaite.

EYE  COLOUR :    Unnaturally yellow.

HAIR  STYLE   /   COLOUR :   Black, silken locks, rarely restrained in tails and such but they’re often held in loose buns.

HEIGHT : 5′7.

CLOTHING  STYLE :  Atropo is broke so her clothing is poorly made, ill fitting, often too large for her. The only value in what little she owns is a light armour almost as old as her. It’s her second skin. Though she once was present in different courts under guise, Atropo never truly appreciated wearing finery; in that regard, she was always simple. She had never worn a gown before adulthood and could easily do without.

BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE :   Her face structure, if yall mean aesthetic.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  002 :  THE INSIDE .

FEARS :  Succumbing to someone else’s will again.

GUILTY  PLEASURE  :  Wine and ale.

BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE : Being talked over.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  003 :  THOUGHTS .

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP :  ‘Ugh.’

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  MOST :   Getting through the day.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED :   ‘Ugh’ ,  but softer.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS :   She can’t decide between her stealth and judgement. Other than being good at hiding and passing through unnoticed, Atropo thinks herself quite capable of knowing where to put her trust.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  004 :   WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES :   I don’t think she would do spectacularly well in a group date and I don’t thing she would enjoy them either.

TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED :    Being respected.

BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS :    Brains.

DOGS  OR  CATS :   Cats, though she doesn’t particularly like them either.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  005 :     DO THEY …

LIE :     On a daily basis when it concerns survival. It’s not a habit of hers, since she prefers avoiding the truth rather than telling a different story.

BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELVES :     She does.

BELIEVE  IN  LOVE :      She does, but she believes she can’t have it, either.

WANT  SOMEONE :    Yes, though she worries about the risks.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  006 :    HAVE THEY EVER …

BEEN  ON  STAGE :    No.

DONE  DRUGS :     Yes.

CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN :    During her time in Skellige, when living with her former lover. Otherwise, no.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  007 :   FAVOURITES .

FAVOURITE  COLOUR :     Copper/crimson.

FAVOURITE  ANIMAL :    Pythons.

FAVOURITE  BOOK :   

FAVOURITE  GAME :    Gwent.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  008 :   AGE .

DAY  THEIR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE :     December 11.

HOW  OLD  WILL  THEY  BE :    96 or something.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  009 :   FINISH THE SENTENCE .

I LOVE :      Winning.

I  FEEL :    Cursed by my childhood, by the trials.

I  HIDE :     Everywhere, at any given moment.

I  MISS :    Maeve.

I  WISH :    I wasn’t the only survivor in the Trials. I wish I died with the other children.

Tagged by:  @unsnted​    ty tesorino !!

Tagging:   @martyrsaiint,  @zagubionywilk​,  @ohkraken​,  @fechmistrz​  and idk who else. you should all steal this meme though, it’s great

#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍. Feline intuition.

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@unsnted​​​ sent a missive;   ❝ Darling, is that really as tight as you can make it? ❞

     𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘   to one’s spirit, especially if put among others emptied only moments earlier. The cat chuckles, amused — words put together in such an order can only cause surprise — amused dismay. She leans forward, taken by laughter, her hand brushes against the bear’s shoulder; the question, supposedly innocent, seemed exceedingly too good to be true.

    What were they even talking about?  ❝ 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 — ❞  Wine does have impact on one’s clearness, indeed.  ❝ —that is not how it works. ❞  It seems a moment, as good as any, to tease the other a bit, despite jest being in company of malice.  ❝ You could always see for yourself if that interested you. ❞

#unsnted #𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍. Restless anger. #io sono ubriaca? lo è anche atropo #pffft

[ofbraithwaite]

the addams family (2019) … sentence starters

“What a nervous man.“

“I won’t tell if you won’t.“

“What a lovely morning!“

“I need help, aren’t I people?“

“You’re welcome in advance.“

“It was my youth. I made mistakes!“

“No one torments my family but me.“

“Your hand is as cold as a dead fish!“

“I know that tone, dig up your brother.”

“I’ll never forget you, although I will try.”

“You put your underwear in the freezer.“

“Give my creature life! Live! I tell you, live!“

“Don’t forget to kick your father goodnight.“

“I’ve practiced that move in a lot of houses.“

“Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that.”

“I haven’t bathed in 2 weeks… or is it months?“

“You don’t have a cellphone? That is so weird.“

“It’s easy to be happy when you have no choice.“

“How do you know what cotton candy tastes like?“

“Darling, is that really as tight as you can make it?“

“This day is becoming most wonderfully disruptive…“

“Tomorrow, you’ll become a man, and I’ll be a fugitive.“

“I wish something would liven this already tedious day.“

“It appears she’s worked everybody up into a crazed mob.“

“These people are monsters! They’ll ruin the neighborhood.“

“I’m not locked here with you, you’re locked in here with me.“

“If I’d known you were coming I could’ve made up the dungeon.“

“You’re just grumpy because you haven’t had your morning coffee.”

“Ah, I have read about those in my Abnormal Psychology journals.“

“I think that woman is deranged. Her face reminds me of a death mask.“

“Rasp-berry preserves… must be some kind of scented embalming fluid.“

“You have got to try these coffee grounds, they have a certain grit to them!“

“What’s so great about being yourself, when you can be like everyone else?“

“My mom has a lair and a jail? I knew I should’ve picked to live with my dad.”

“I always kind of knew it’d end like this, I just didn’t think it would be this soon.“

“Strange. There’s usually a murderous clown attached to the other end of these.“

“When you’re all grown up, you can travel all you want, but for now it’s safer here.”

“Who’d ever think a man like me, a total zero, would wind up with you, also a zero?“

“Deranged? Death mask? If you say she has bad breath, I’m hearing wedding bells!“

“It’s not (name) I’m worried about, it’s all the others. We may have to provide an alibi.”

“Everyone all right? No missing limbs that weren’t already missing before you came?“

“Don’t worry about me, I can just sleep in the attic and you’ll never even know I’m here.”

“Hand over all your explosives, and the TNT, and the M-80s, and the Roman candles…“

“I may not have a… cell-phone, but you don’t have a crossbow, and I thought everybody did.“

“Well not exactly, there are restrictions. I’m not allowed to go into a mall, the zoo, a building…”

“Not much. Friends turning against each other, girls making other girls feel bad about themselves, you know, typical junior high.“

#𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. Send a missive. #hey send me memes i'll reply drunk

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MORGAN PENDRAGON in CAMELOT 1.03

#𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. One crude glare. #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄. All in due time.

[ofbraithwaite]

imma have myself a nap and get back to the thesis but. hey look at tiny atropos. she deserved better from everything and everyone

#out for the day but: #tiny atropo

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#𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎. Hear hear! #cat witcher! #i bow in respect

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   —   𝐧 𝐨    𝐬 𝐰 𝐞 𝐞 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫    𝐬 𝐨 𝐮 𝐧 𝐝    𝐭 𝐡 𝐚 𝐧    𝐭 𝐡 𝐞    𝐡 𝐨 𝐫 𝐧 𝐬    𝐨 𝐟    𝐰 𝐚 𝐫 .

#i did one (1) ic post that should suffice

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𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐄.​

@ofbraithwaite​ said:    I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

    And she can see it, clear as day. The woman in front of her carries her scars like badges of honor, like trophies of past conquests, defiant of her history, accepting and willing to share her time. Meanwhile, Sigrid finds herself lacking, fingers grazing the scar that connects the corner of her lips to her cheekbone. And it still hurts, despite the countless years that had passed. Despite the bigger, more evident wounds that plagued her body. Marred flesh, held together by an alchemical formula. Sometimes, she could not help but describe herself as that. Always better than the usual insults being thrown her way by others.

    “Aye, that you did.”  She looks down, gazing as the city stretched far below them, purple light encasing them both in a shroud, making everything feel more private, more personal, deepening their conversation with its mere presence. Novigrad is a lot different from Skellige, and she had yet to get accustomed to cities, and to its people.  “Guess we all did, in the end. Endured blood, carnage, death, just to be able to look at ourselves in the mirror and say ‘I’m still standing’.”  Her tone lowers to a whisper, and at the end, it’s barely audible. Death had followed her, every step of the way. Sunk its talons into her skin, seeping into her clothes, carving its vices into the back of her pupils. At this point, she was sure. She was more dead, than alive.  “You’re not alone, Cat.”

   𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍  as the lights of dusk surrounds them, far above the rest of the city. The other hesitates in her gestures, Atropo sees it clearly enough to let her. Strange how a bear could flinch at the touch — let alone the sight — of her own scars. It was an odd sight altogether, the two of them, anyone would have thought that. There was a veil of pride that Atropo never concealed — and to find another without a single sign of it? It was enough to gain her full attention, for hostile eyes to turn gentle, if only for a moment — if only for her.

    ❝ The contrary would have been terribly lonesome. ❞  A slight grin defines her features for a moment, just before vanishing. Her feline gaze, instead, turns to the city below, the soft lights in the distance are easy on her sight.  ❝ To stand solely for the sake of it — isn’t it tiring? ❞  At times, at least. One could always run out of pride, out of spite, find themselves in doubt and misery. Those were, however, the cat’s reason to go on; she wondered, pondered, about the other. Eyes turn back to her, pupils wide, an odd glint within.  ❝ I can see it in you, She-Bear. You’ve never had a sense of purpose that was yours alone. I’d hate to see that consume you. ❞

#unsnted #𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍. Restless anger. #SIKE i couldnt not respond here #sig è così. #preziosa #dio solo sa quanto atropo si stia trattenendo :/

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HER BIOGRAPHY IS COMPLETE!    verses will be added too. eventually.

#I am awake! #Friendly reminder.

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imma have myself a nap and get back to the thesis but. hey look at tiny atropos. she deserved better from everything and everyone

#𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. One crude glare. #𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓. One of many.

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HER BIOGRAPHY IS COMPLETE!    verses will be added too. eventually.

#𝐎𝐎𝐂. Gone for the night. #/update

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𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄,  ©     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞.

#𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓. One of many. #𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. One crude glare. #i am. #i need to stop

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i can ... leave.... my house....... on sunday ... my birthday ........ finally ... my quarantine is almost over. though, until then, i’m keeping this shit sleeping schedule while i work on my thesis and play the witcher. yall are welcome to come and chat on discord! (if my mobile data doesn’t drop again, that is. in that case, i apologise in advance.)

𝑱 𝑰 𝑵 𝑵 .#1244

#𝐎𝐎𝐂. Gone for the night.

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Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

#𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃 && 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎. Come to me and abate my torment; give me all I long for.

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local lesbian witchers have a hard time loving each other  /  @unsnted​

#unsnted #𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓. One of many. #cioè. #somebody help these lesbians

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anyways, i bless photoshop for existing and here’s what atropos is supposed to look like, including her facial scars.

#𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. One crude glare. #𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓. One of many. #and now for: what is i doing instead of drafts.