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caramelmoony · 20 days

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i just finished season 2 of heartbreak high and bro this show is wild fr i love it

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tag-if · 5 months

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May I know what the RO's love language is?! and ahem- who is the bigger spoon in their relationship with MC cough cough-

omg hi!! sure!!

so i've answered the love languages one; here

but! as for your spoons;

BIG;

T. Bellefleur ; A. Bellefleur ; K. Valiev

LITTLE;

A. Caras ; M. Serrel ; K. Valiev

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devilart2199-aibi · 16 hours

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Are you getting a Cara account? Now that insta's feeding everyone's stuff to it's ai

I'll have to look more into it! But from what I've seen, it looks interesting! As for IG, disappointed, but not surprised 😔 It was only a matter of time.

I'm still going to post on IG occasionally for now. Even though I haven't really posted on anything besides stories for... a month? 😅 oops 😬

#aibi chats #aibi asks #there are so many different social medias rn its hard to keep up with #cara seems to be just for artists though? i think? i gave it a little look around earlier

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hildolf-art · 2 days

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WILL BE BACK SOON!

Exam season's hitting - I'll be less active here then probably will drastically post since art fight and such ya know~! seeing IG is getting disasters with this AI thingy makes me feel happy to crating this acc here! tho everyone's slowly going to use Cara i'll stick here a bit since i would never have energy to be active on many social platforms hah

#cara #instagram #chit chats #art

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catboy-quackity · 1 year

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I can't believe wilbur is late to his own event tehee what a silly guy i hope big q sends him a discord message i missed him very muALEXQUACKITY WHAT ARE YOI DOING WHAT IS THAT WAYPOIN

#qsmp #i was waiting on Wilbur's offline chat and everything #esta imbécil me vio la cara de estúpida

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heirbane · 2 months

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[ PIN ]: sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together. // 🐺🐇 hi

SPARRING.

He wished he had an opportunity to simply gaze upon Arye's weapon for more than a mere moment. The make of Eorzean gunblades still confounded him. They were both children of Ilsabardian Hrothgar, twins separated but standing nigh identical in composure. One of them had been passed down, a heirloom of skill very few earned the honor to learn.

The other had been stolen, he knew. It had been one of the few things the ethnic Garleans had stolen back from those who pushed them through into Garlemald: the knowledge and the capacity to recreate one of the weapons that had stayed at their backs.

Gaius had inherited his weapon upon appointment of becoming an officer. Arye had taken the blade along his quest at some point: it had not been the weapon he originally had faced the Black Wolf with, but he fought with it as if he, too, had honed his skill for the last thirty summers.

It was that selfsame skill and certainty that had raised the blade to Gaius' throat, head tilted just so as his hair cascaded off his shoulder.

"Come, Wolf. It isn't polite to stare."

It mattered not that the Warrior of Light stood a fulm his junior. Their weapons were nearly of the same size, if of vastly different builds. The dark, coppery sheen of his own blade picked up the sunlight overhead as he lazily mirrored the younger man's stance.

"You would take pride in defeating an old wolf a second time?" Gaius asked, the sword's thorn hovering but a breath from the apple in Arye's throat.

The curl of pale lips and the snarl of the teeth behind told him enough: yes, he quite would.

So be it. The words in his mind sounded tired, weary: nothing like the way his pulse thrummed, an odd sense of excitement coiling in his stomach.

Arye did not give him time to even roll his shoulders or shake out his bandaged arm, hoping that pinpricks of sensation could follow. He took three steps back and simply pounced.

The weapon of choice might have changed, but the Adventurer was still the same as he had been all those years ago: snapping jaws and sinew, a morbid sort of grace within the way he bore his teeth and lunged. He fired a cartridge and watched in amusement as Gaius first flinched, and then swung himself, uncertain if he were to be impaled or covered in a miasma of aether.

When Heirsbane nigh bounced off of the arcing shield, he realized it was neither.

Their scuffle was not simply a small thing. Metal clashed on metal; Gaius cursed under his breath with every step back he was forced to take, sweat accumulating on the back of his neck. It was a lucky break that had the Legatus able to thrust his blade against the other, the thorn catching in Arye's jacket and ripping through the fabric as he yanked.

Arye wasted no attempt to recoil. He simply moved with the momentum, another canister clicking into place -

A high-pitched whistle soared through the air. It was akin to the sound a mother would make to alert her children to dinner, and both men dumbly whipped their attention in it's direction, blades and spars be damned.

They had barely a moment of realization before Arye caught Gaius off-footed. Their gunblades collided and cackled as they settled into the cobbles, just as compromised as the hare and his prey.

A mess of pink hair and a second loud whistle told Gaius all he needed to know. The sun above was wholly blotted out by the man atop his chest, long locks haloed in blinding white. Had he not just had the wind knocked out of him, Gaius would have sworn that gazing at the Warrior of Light was akin to watching the stars fall and fade.

"If you boys wished to play with your swords," Krile called, "you could have chosen somewhere more private."

There was a wheeze of laughter from the pink-haired Lalafell. He scantly heard any of it, gathering his wits and his ability to speak all the same. He licked his lips, reaching up with his numb appendage to wipe sweat from his brow.

Arye was still dazzling, sun-white and feral, shoulders wet with sweat and his fringe sticking to his forehead.

"Mayhaps they have the right of it," Gaius said simply.

@daizure

#violence tw #weapons tw #guns tw #lol #ⅩⅣ responsa ( answers.)#ⅩⅣ cara lepus / cari lupum ( a/g. )#hi. yes i wrote this off of our chat. mwah #also me pulling dubious lore out of my ass. always!

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hearts4cara · 1 year

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what did taylor just post on her youtube channel 😭

#chat is this real #cara says stuff #taylor swift

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stargarland · 1 year

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hey abi i have a moral wyr question for u 🤗

If your child was switched at birth but you only found out one year later, would you want to switch back with your genetic child or keep the one you cared for?

have fun answering LOLOL

cara hi!

THIS WAS TOUGH oh man. assuming each kid has a wonderful and loving home i think i’d keep the one i’ve been caring for. i don’t think family has to be like genetic / blood related so if all is well i wouldn’t want to like mess anything up if that makes sense? i feel like there’s so many what ifs w this one IM RLLY PONDERING

#this gives me major switched at birth like that abc family show vibes #THIS WAS SO TOUGH #i rlly was thinking thinking #lmk what u would do #cara <33 #bestie chats !

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charfletchh · 5 months

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who: @cara-mrrsn

where: a fraternity party, first week of classes

charlie was maudlin in the way she got when she had too much wine and not enough tequila, overlayed with the realization that for real, this could be her last fall at ogden, her last first week of classes. it better be, if she wanted her dad to keep bankrolling tuition. draping herself over cara, she found herself distracted by the blonde of her hair, pouting that it no longer matched hers. "cara, am i too old to be here?"

#ft: cara #♦‘ﾟ‣ {.chats } — ❝ i’m spiraling all over the place ❞

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caramelmoony · 1 month

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i have a sims save that i’ve had for ages which is wolfstar but they’re lesbians and i love them so much i think about them every day

#sim sirius is so beautiful im really obsessed with her #they have 5 kids 😭#4 girls and a boy #and a dog obvs #i’ve been having way too much fun #sorry i just like female sims more than male sims and i was stuck with what to do and i ended up here #cara chats

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logiyande · 8 months

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who: @cara-mrrsn

where: g's rave

"sorry," logan was less apologetic than normal as she barreled past cara, more focused on the pipe above her- the same pipe she'd seen in the upper corner of the picture she'd just received on her phone. "did you see them?" no need for an explanation- she could see everyone around her griping at their phones at what she assumed was the text from g. she was sure cara would know what she was talking about. "the picture had to be taken literally right here, did you see someone take one?"

#ft: cara #{.chats } — ❝ i come back to the start ❞

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ehloquence · 2 years

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thinking about taylor swift settling in with her wine to watch the new season of her bestie’s show. and then getting to the end of episode two and then. watching her bestie make out with another one of her longtime friends

#only murders in the building #what was that phone call like when selena got the script i MUST know #‘taylor you’re never going to believe it we’ve cast the love interest for this season and you’ll never guess who it is’#i’m screaming i love this for them #please tell me selena cara and taylor are in a group chat or something still bc i can’t

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kenmolly · 1 year

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Hi :)

Do you do whump prompts ?

hello hello! im so sorry for the extremely late reply, but may I ask what are those? i can think about it depending if it fits into my rules :)

#have a chat with cara ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳#♡ || anons !

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plethodontidae · 1 year

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love how mando just collects lesbians

#chit chat #LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO!!!!#cara fennec bo-katan koska 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#they’re all so meow #me next

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heirbane · 6 months

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[🌨️] 🐺🐇 ‼️‼️

[🌨️] our muses get caught in the first snow of the season

Garlemald's summer had been mild and wet for as long as he could remember. When he was a youth, he believed all lands to be similar: freezing for three-quarters of the year, with the warmth of spring just enough to thaw the land and grow the hardiest of vegetation. Summer heat was but a fleeting few weeks, and then the descent into cold came once again.

He hadn't truly experienced summer until his occupation of Ala Mhigo. While his homeland held winter as its birthright, the new land he had captured for his own was the direct opposite.

Summer in Ala Mhigo and Thavnair meant cold treats and hand-held fans; iced beverages and shade, if one could find a sliver. It meant sleeping past midday and staying up until the moon proffered a sliver of relief.

Summer in Garlemald meant slush and mud, something he had always despised. With age and aching bones, however, he had come to resent one season and dread the other in equal measure.

The weather seemed to continue it's tradition, no matter if he was underfoot or not. The 1st Legion's remains had planted a community garden, the Alliance importing seedlings from Gridania and La Noscea to encourage self-sufficiency and biodiversity, and in the few weeks between the last frost and the next first, it blossomed.

It would not be enough to last the frozen months, but it was a start.

At least, that was what he had heard. The last harvest had been a moon and a half ago, the tenth moon of the year waiting, patiently, for permission to strike. And so it did. The Alliance had barely pulled the last pumpkin from it's curling tendrils when ghostly cold hit, the sky gray but toothless.

It would not snow, they believed. They still had further ground to cover, further supplies to retrieve from the outskirts of their territory, and more meat to salt for rations, the commander of the 1st explained. Few knew the lands they were born onto, however: many a soldier knew the map and geography of the lands they conquered but not the land they stood upon now, having only leaved the city of Garlemald to go into barbaric lands.

Such knowledge was not lost on those who were old enough to remember when the city was barely a village, but few of them remained.

Gaius was one of them - and if he were to help gather usable supplies, he was not wont to go alone into the cold dark.

(He was not wont to ignore the ache and tenderness of his broken pieces, how his knee clicked with every step forward and the echoes of Agrius' fall still heard in the tightness of his jaw.

But he was not one to say no, either, not in his motherland, not to the savages that had been ground under heel and still held out their palms to aid. He could handle his pains. It was the least he could do, returning here.)

"It'll snow," Gaius groused, voice just loud enough to reach the Warrior, trudging along ahead of the Garlean with a stride fully intended to separate them.

"A bell - ... or some. Keep watch."

He received little more than the knife of seaglass irises, the Viera's eyes on him just long enough to convey he heard, lest Gaius speak again and grate upon his fraying constitution any further.

And snow it did.

The gray, flat sky became freckled with clouds, swift moving and hanging low. There was no visible sun for him to track time with, and the silence stretched between them for no small measure.

When the flakes started to fall, they were miniscule things, as if testing the waters for their return. It did not take long for the dam to break and fat pieces of snow to accumulate on the ground they tred.

Once, as a boy, such a sight would have enamoured him. Without coat nor gloves he would have happily trapeized into the bluster, only returning into his home when his fingertips became prickly with cold.

Now, however, it unsettled him, a wariness that spoke of how many dangerous winters he had already been through.

"Do you want to keep walking - ... perhaps find an old home," Gaius called, "or set up camp?"

You lead, Champion. He need not speak the words for them to exist, placing his trust in a man who had seen more of the world than even himself.

If he believed such weather to be traversable, then so be it - the cold would reach them, regardless.

@daizure

#when i saw this at work i misinterpreted the emoji and thought it meant snowstorm. ope #oh well. i'm committing to my ignorance. and our disc0rd chat kfnkgnk #ⅩⅣ loqui ( asks. )#ⅩⅣ cara lepus / cari lupum ( a/g. )#daizure

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dailyordem · 1 year

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eu nao acredito q colocaram SARRADA NA FLORESTA ACÚSTICO pra tocar

#eu to passando mal #q musicão #simplesmente genial #eu imagino se chegaram no matheus vps tipo cara manda a braba só q medieval #n sei se foi ele msm q fez mas ta mt bom #melhor é o chat cantando #o speedrun na floresta #meus

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