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momodita · 18 days

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snapshots. [—hibari kyoya]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, a/o/b au, predator/prey elements, hibari being hibari, tyl setting, marriage run WC: 1,000 NOTE: hold on i gotta tell the me from 10+ yrs ago that i still have a thing for this guy...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI.

Hibari exhibits all the strength and ferocity of a real predator.

He knows only one truth: surrender. You’ve seen it countless times in different forms from his enemies: humiliated defeat; merciless death; bitter prostration. But never could you have imagined that his appetite for glory would extend to you.

Stinging air brushes the fine hairs on your nape when he swings at you—broad-knuckled hands weapon-free to align with the rules, but no less deadly. Forced to overcome your shock as he lunges, scent thick and roiling; you’ve caught whiffs during the run before your encounter, carried by the breeze. He’d caught you off guard—approaching fast during your leisurely stroll.

“Submit.”

Even the vibrations in his voice demand you forfeit. The rough baritone raising your hackles—instinct to fight overriding cordiality.

(In your mind, Hibari hadn’t even been in the realm of potential runners. But he’d come—arriving later than everyone else, standing far from the clumps of mingling alphas. And you briefly, only briefly, wondered if he planned to take it seriously.)

From the gleam in his eyes—the memory of his stare on your neck—you have no doubt he’d been aiming for this outcome all along. The bell has been ringing at steady intervals for the past ten minutes: formed pairs evacuating the designated area to leave the remaining participants in peace. It’s difficult to tell how many remain—where they might be wandering.

“Get real, Hibari.”

You expect him to snarl—your clash stoking the prideful venom that all alphas with a similar penchant for violence boast no shortage of. You expect anger: incredulity and the arrogance he carried with him into this mating run.

Instead, he smiles, and you realize with cold blood draining from your face that he doesn’t pursue surrender—but surrender comes to him.

No one else had looked in your direction for more than friendly acknowledgement. There’s a scrap of hopeful disbelief that he’s simply ignorant of the implications and has merely rushed in blind. That he chose to engage you for the familiarity of having fought side-by-side. After all, you could hardly fathom an alpha like him willingly pursue a beta.

The problem with Hibari is he does not chase. He hunts.

And it is impulsive—recklessness that would put you towards an early grave had he been an enemy—to abandon all momentum and test your hand against the Vongola’s most bloodthirsty Guardian.

You’ve sparred against him countless times before. The results were always as expected.

It’s laughable, almost, how quickly you realize your strength is no match for him.

You go down. And Hibari—like any man thirsty for conquest—is all too eager to partake in the sweet reward of his victory. The heel of his palm pressing on your sternum, right beside the tight rabbiting of your heart. Fingers splaying—a touch too inappropriate in its placement for the mannerly guidelines of this tradition.

Thrashing is easy. Struggling is easy. But Hibari is an immovable force above you, subduing his prey with practiced hands, holding you down against the mossy earth. His head ducks, aiming for the crook of your throat—and you suck in a breath, the impulse to fight betraying you as you freeze beneath him.

But he doesn’t bite.

Nothing will take if he does; you’ve no scent glands, no area primed for a claiming mark to officially tie the two of you together. You don’t even know how he found you amidst the plethora of other candidates. The only realistic outcome is the thorough verbal scolding you’d get from Gokudera.

Hibari leans close, so close the heat of his face melts into your own. He takes a breath—smelling you, you realize with no small amount of mortification—and speaks.

“Submit,” he commands once more. You almost laugh.

“Do you even know the purpose of this run?” His hair tickles, that choppy dark fringe dipping against your skin.

“What a foolish question,” he muses. “A hunt is a hunt.”

You suppress a groan. “Right. Okay. Well, this probably seems like a—competition of sorts, but that’s not what this is,” you explain, pulse showing no signs of slowing. “This is a marriage run, not a hunt. There’s no way to—you know. Win.”

“A claim,” he says, silencing your next thought. “When a claim is made, there is a clear winner, isn’t there?”

You nearly stop breathing. Hibari withdraws to stare at you.

(Tsuna’s earlier apprehension makes perfect sense. It occurs to you, then, that you were the one that hadn’t been taking it seriously from the beginning.)

“A claim here,” he continues—pleased; you’ve known him long enough to hear the subtle tang in his voice—reaching up to brush over your neck, “usually denotes a victor.”

“I am not a prize.” Your limbs go tense, preparing to fight. Hibari catches your wrist easily, his palm calloused and hot.

“You misunderstand,” he says, “this is not a matter of prizes. It’s one of choosing.” His thumb presses lightly into your wrist, where a scent gland would lay. Your pulse is lively under his hands and fingers.

This time, you do laugh, disbelieving. “You would choose this?”

“There is no one else.”

You’re tempted to laugh again. But his face does not betray a hint of sarcasm.

“There will be others,” you insist. “If not by your choice, then the famiglia’s.” His eyes narrow.

“They are irrelevant.”

Your mouth opens to argue. Hibari closes the distance again; his breath hits the pulse point in your throat. He does it so confidently you think—with a squeezing pressure in your chest—that he’s going to bite you for real this time.

For an insane, thoughtless moment, you almost tilt your head to let him.

Your eyes flutter shut, imagining it—almost craving it—and then, when they open, your gazes lock, and—with the prickling rush of adrenaline—you realize there’s nowhere else you could’ve fallen but into his clutches all along.

#hibari kyoya x reader #hibari x reader #reader insert #momodita fic #snapshot fic #khr fic #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn fic #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #cw omgegaverse

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angel-gone-south · 9 months

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Stan Marsh/Feminine!GN!Reader:

Shitfuck Downtown

ok. so i have no idea why the title is that. It was like 2? am when i wrote that plan list i think. this is so silly

cw: vomit, feminine reader (pronouns still ‘you’ or ‘they’)

【☆】★【☆】

You huffed. This was bullshit. Your mom had sent you to live with your cousin, Rebecca, in South Park. The state of Colorado put a sour taste in your mouth.

But here you were, stuck shopping with your cousin and her stupid airheaded friend, Bebe. (You promised you meant that in the best way possible. Mostly.) You felt a little guilty at the jealousy that brewed a little, but held both feelings down with an iron fist. You were not ruining your cousin’s chances: you saw how she looked at that girl.

So, you were a third wheel sometimes. But when you weren't, Bebe was really sweet, and helped you pick out some new clothes for when school starts the next week. They were cute! Some skirts with some leggings for underneath and cute graphic tees and some long sleeves that complimented your complexion. No wonder Red liked this girl so much, she was fashion-forward, people-smart, and gorgeous.

They went into the in-mall Red Robin, and you ditched so they could have a cute date. After putting your shit in Red's car, you puttered around the mall more.

【☆】★【☆】

Eventually you found a nice place and sat, wallet under your thigh as you sipped at a milkshake you'd gotten. You were perched gracefully, one thigh slung over the other, skirt flowing just over your knees.

Not so graceful, however, was the group of boys who walked up beside you. One wolf whistled, clapping another on the back.

"Maybe they can help you get over your elementary school girl, Stanley." His toothy smile earned him a glare from the boy he'd knocked to his knees in front of you with a hit.

"Shut up Kenny!" He clapped a large hand over his mouth, scrambling to stand and dashing towards the nearest bathroom. The whistler smirked at his fleeting form, turning towards you.

"Don't worry, sweets, that means he likes you."

【☆】★【☆】

You went home with Red soon after that, absolutely rocked by that encounter. Her response to you was only laughter when you'd told her, so you huffed and laid on your bed.

Your phone pinged, and you rolled on to your stomach with your feet pointed in the air, stockings still on but skirt exchanged in favor of short shorts. It was the group text your cousin had made with you and her girlfriends.

redpunk: im so srs rn guys (nickname) saw stan at the mall 2day. redpunk: he puked LOOOOL babe-ayy: wht?!?! srs?!? dam wendy hes finally off yr hype train!! wends: Thank goodness lol nickiboardgamez: kenny told clyde and clyde is telling, like EVERYONE that stan has a crush on the new kid heidihippie: woooow real romantic redpunk: its fkn grody!! STANLEY MARSH w my cousin?? unthinkable. he does not even meet the bar for good enough sanriomarj!!: aw shucks, it's kinda cute! what do you think, (name)? (username): uhhh idek who tf he is lol? all ik is he dated wendy off n on since elem. babe-ayy: so real. is he like, cute tho? wends: Lighten up Bebe! They don't have to say (username): no shez good. idk? i mean yeah hes cute but what if he was just sick? we dont even kno if hes ACTUALLY into me lolol babe-ayy: 🙄🙄🙄 ik ur new here but babe-ayy: he only pukes when he sees someone he likes (username): first time 4 everythin? redpunk: 🙄🙄🙄

You hummed. We would just have to see on Monday, wouldn't we?

【☆】★【☆】

#south park x y/n #south park #south park fanfiction #south park gay #south park x reader #south park x you #emeto #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan x reader #south park stan #sp stan marsh #sp stan #➳ Mail’s In!♡

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idyllcy · 4 months

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hiii!! id like to request a matchup (w the batfam, preferably!!) if its not too late,,

i am newly 19 yrs old and have reddish-copper hair. i am tan and my eyes are a light green color. i am 5’6 (long legs >w<) and i have a thin build.

i am diagnosed w autism and adhd so i tend to get distracted easily. music helps me focus so i am almost always listening to it. i an a bitttt of a perfectionist and have an all-or-nothing mindset, so i tend to be very picky with things. id say im a nice person!! im very sensitive to how others feel and am very empathetic. though, if i reaaally dislike someone (4 like. bigotry & shit) i can be kinda apathetic. i also think im very self aware!!

i am prettyyyy sure im an ENFP!! havent taken the test in a while though 😓 my sun sign is an august virgo (though i know almost nothing abt zodiacs,, 💔)

my ideal type is a guy!! lol im not too picky. i would love someone who understands that i’m not the best at communicating how i feel and that i sometimes go nonverbal. this sounds pretty strange but i also always fall for people smarter (/more responsible?) than me,,

my ideal date is,, honestly whatever. my (receiving) love language is quality time so just spending time together would be great gor me. if it’s a first date, id prefer something that could let us get to know eachother better. i love learning about people and understanding them so someone who feels the same/i can at least have a deep conversation with at times (while still keeping the atmosphere lighthearted) would be wonderful !!!

lunch? brunch?

Dick looks at his watch, turning his head to you as you rush over, kicking your boots on as he opens the door for you.

"What time is our reservation again?"

"Fifteen minutes." He hums. "We'll be fine."

You let out a sigh of relief, and Dick closes the door behind him.

"What were you thinking to get?"

"I want a good sandwich." You mumble. "That sounds so good right now."

"Ugh, I bet." Dick mumbles. "I'm starving too."

Headcanons:

lots of brunch dates hehe

lots of deep convos and late night talks abt literally everything

never runs out of things to talk abt!! Dick is so talkative with you

also sometimes you guys bring haley for brunch and she's so sweet

oh yes. also :3 pillow fights (he lets you win dw but he starts them fs)

#dick grayson x reader #☾.events #☾.matchups

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milkstoner · 1 year

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Since like, this summer, I’ve had this vague concept of a mallesil modern au, and it never really inspired me. I realized last night, while my mind was plagued by insomnia, that it didn’t give anything because i didn’t really flesh out silver as much as malleus. So here’s the concept.

Malleus —> like, 24 yrs old, just starting a masters in architecture. He’s the guitar in pop music club’s band. Also plays just about any instrument. Tattoo artist on the side. Rich boy, dead parents, grandma lives in a huge mansion, idk what his family does and why theyre so wealthy honestly like. Granny is strict and she disapproves of mal being in a band and living on his own, but he dgaf. He knows hes going to have to inherit whatever role granny occupies and tbh he’s comfortable knowing hes going to have like, some sort of authority. But for now he enjoys being sort of rebellious.

Silver —> like 18 (we need to do our best to parallel the human slash fae age gap, sorry). In the process of making a career out of being a ballet dancer!!! (Also does fencing and rides horses). Also a rich boy! Im paralleling the theory that silver is a stolen prince by giving him rich parents. Overprotected, strict parents. Idk what his parents do, but they work in the same domain as mals grandmother. (Perhaps theyre politicians…? That could add a layer of mystery around mals parents oh ooh… assassination? Im not fully decided yet but imagine.)

Pop music club (a band in this au);

Cater —> lead vocals. Not wealthy, really. Middle class. The band is his main income and he works as a ride operator in the summers. 22 years old. Dreams of fame and wealth. Art history student, met mal in a class they had in common.

Kalim —> drums. Rich boy. Mal’s childhood friend. Might be the son of politicians similarly to my idea for mal’s and silver’s families, and that’s how they know each other. The band is his hobby. He calls the shots. Spends his share of the money he earns spoiling his friends. Sweet angel. 21 years old.

Lilia —> bass (whore). Mal’s uni friend. He has spent so many years in university. He’s 28, like dude please graduate soon. Very mysterious. We dont know anything about his upbringing. Just a little freaky dude. Nomad. Malleus has no idea where that man lives. He crashes his apartment sometimes. Goes on road trips unprovoked. When he doesn’t show up to practice, the other three wonder if he really was just a collective hallucination. Then he shows up the next week like, oh hey guys i was (insert crazy adventure). The boys are used to it by now.

And of course, sebek —> 17. Silver’s childhood friend. Son of a dentist so hes relatively rich, not as much as silver/malleus/kalim, but still upper class. They’ve been rivals (according to sebek) since they were very small. They met during their first ballet class. He’s a fan of pmc+malleus’ band, and is especially a huge mal fanboy.

Mallesil have met a few times before. Think like, formal parties and such. They’re the 1%. It’s rare granny draconia and her grandson are invited, but when they do attend a party, everything gets real quiet. So mallesil have… noticed each other as children, think like, silver was 6 when he first acknowledged malleus’ (12) existence. Obviously the age gap is kind of significant at that stage so its not a problem that their guardians forbid them from interacting. (Though there was one time, when silver was 8 and malleus was 14, where silver got lost somehow, and malle was the only one he recognized in this huge mass of adults. He’s actually very straightforward, like « im lost », and mal guides him back to his parents without a word lol)

It gets a bit more problematic as silver grows up. Stolen glances, damn hes hot… silver is 17. He’d always been sort of fascinated by malle’s stature, his long, black hair, and his pale skin. Its like hes wrapped in mystery. Obviously, since silver is older now, he can finally recognize hes feeling attraction. Malleus… he cant help still seeing a child in silver since. Yk. Their very rare and brief interactions took place when silver was a literal child. But hey he can admit silver is cute… he sees him drinking like, non alcoholic cider in a corner and he comes up to him kinda nervous like… hey… u come here often. Its another brief interaction, but they find a secluded spot and malleus offers him a sip of his wine (im obsessed with the concept of mal making silver drink SORRY), silver is a bit shy and flustered… (hes a sensitive little gay boy). They have one thing in common, and its that they think these 1% parties are boring. There’s something scandalous about them interacting when their families strictly forbids them to like, even look at each other. (If were going the route that theyre politicians, granny has probably put into mal’s head that his parents were assassinated by silver’s family. He… believes her, but he cant blame silver for it, can he?)

They dont see each other again until like. A year later, when sebek drags silver to pmc+malleus’ show. Its late and silver shouldn’t even be there—he snuck out. He had no idea what he was going to see until he saw fucking MALLEUS on the stage. He’s in awe… the dexterity of his fingers, his large arms, the bright lights making him fucking shine, like wowww if he didn’t have a crush before, this is definitely what sells malleus. Now, imagine mal’s shock seeing silver in the fucking crowd—they make EYE CONTACT honey. His fingers fumble; his bandmates look back at him like ? For a single second before acting like absolutely nothing happened.

After the show, malleus calls to silver and they talk a bit in the alley leading to backstage of the venue (idk how any of this works)… like… what are you doing here i didn’t know u were into rock?… oh yeah I’ve seen sebek a few times hes kind of annoying. Need a ride home?

Next thing u know, romantic little motorcycle scene oooohhhhhh. Finally they exchange numbers… malleus has no social media presence lol the only way to contact him is to call or text him. As they are both children of important people, they cant exactly meet in public, but mal knows a bunch of secluded spots and he takes silver to quiet places on his motorcycle yasssss. They talk about anything, its secret, its scandalous, its exciting. Silver’s rebellious era.

One day silver takes mal to like, the dancing studio, & he practices in front of him, aww… mal plays the piano, idk some melody he had in his mind, & silver goes off track and lets his song guide his body, its all very sweet and cute… Harold theyre gay

Their relationship evolves real quick… it’s silvers first crush. It’s cute and exciting . His desires give him butterflies in his stomach. Malleus is filled with dread however lol, he’s super dramatic and he WILL write countless songs for silver AND SING THEM to him, while playing the guitar or the piano… he can’t breathe w/o silver ok

The sex… ofc mal is older and he’s the top so he takes care of silver. He’s gentle at first but after a while he can’t help roughing him up bc he just loves him that much. Cute aggression. Silver is a total slut for malleus… he’s a secret pervert, so he’s in touch w his desires. He knows what parts of mal’s body he wants, what parts of himself he wants pleasured… malleus got his perversions from old, female-written erotica 😭 (stolen from granny draconia). Silver had the talk but he unfortunately slept through his sex ed class in high school. He doesn’t dare watch porn in case his parents find out. So his desires are very… basic, i would say, no dirty kinks, but still, it’s this very strong, pure feeling of wanting flesh and skin to meet, intertwined w love, so it’s very sweet and intimate and erotic. Mal’s desires are similar but he plays around with like, mild dirty talk (it’s just praise and dramatic love confessions while he’s balls deep inside silver😭), mild teasing (going slow when silver is justtttt on the edge), etc… they worship each others bodies oh my goodness

Their dates are mostly @ mal’s apartment. Takeout, Netflix, they talk for hours, one thing leads to another and WHEWW they spend the night together even tho silver was supposed to be home at 10. Obviously this raises a lot of questions. On the draconia side, granny is very happy to meet silver. She thinks he’s such a respectable, cute, sweet boy. She welcomes him💜

Silvers parents on the other hand… he knows they’ve said terrible TERRIBLE things about the draconias so obviously he doesn’t want to put mal through that. There’s also the fear of being disowned… silvers parents ask him if, yk, he’s in love, bc he’s changed and he doesn’t come home on time… eventually they find out of his relationship and it doesn’t go well :( they threaten to disown him if he doesn’t block mal… obv he’s very afraid, so he does… mal is heartbroken :,( he actually drives all the way to silver’s family’s mansion and he… throws rocks at his window CTFUUUU silver starts crying on the spot when he sees mal from his window… he sneaks out in his pajamas and mal puts his jacket on silvers shoulders and they go to one of mals spots.

So silver explains he could be disowned… malleus had a feeling :( silver is young… he’s torn between his family and the security that comes with it, or his exciting lover… they have sex outside in that secret spot teehee💜 most intense session ever, the thrill of being outside, risking being seen… it’s hot

Silver still sees mal in secret at night. Yea ok they can’t contact each other, but mal still meets him every night. Until they’re found out one night lol and that’s the last straw, silver gets kicked out. Honestly, he’s lucky mal has money, so he moves into mals apartment, and yes it’s rly traumatic, it takes time to get used to, but their passion is stronger than anything (amor vincit omnia)… silver does get a bit depressed but he still attends ballet classes. He gets a little part time job as a barista and malleus visits him sometimes… he steals a kiss over the counter hehehe. Silver goes to mal’s shows & helps the band however he can… very sweet, sweet boy

I think it takes a whole year for silver and his parents to talk again. Like, ok you can’t just throw away your only son like that, be for real. They’ve been super overprotective for years, so of course they’ll worry about silver a year later, only to find out he’s doing okay, all things considered, and he’s been paying for his ballet/fencing classes on his own, and malleus helps out bc he cares about silver. It’s not enough for them to accept him, that takes a lot more time, because they truly feel like silver betrayed them.

Silver is very sad, but malleus comforts him and gives him so much love. His love language is… all of them. Words, physical touch, gifts, everything. He spoils silver lol. There’s this urge inside him that makes him want to protect silver since he’s younger. And silver doesn’t mind bc he is a Disney princess and disney princesses are spoiled + they’re the main characters even tho they don’t realize.

Am i insane.

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus twst #twst malleus #mallesil #twst silver #twst au

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sgkophie · 2 years

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Dad!Carlos. That's the only thing I'll ask! And because I'm dying to read sooo much more about it, I'll push my luck 😅

5 moments with papa!Carlos and their little jalapeños;

5 moments papa!Carlos made GG's ovaries explode.

Ok obviously I am here for dad!Carlos!

1 more day of our 1k celebration!

5 moments with papa!Carlos and their little jalapeños

First time at the paddock. Carlos cannot WAIT to show off his son/daughter. They're wearing a Ferrari onesie with a Bugatti hat (because obvi) and the hat of course has a crown on it cause mom is a triple crown champion...! [Mahyem ensures because Uncle Lando keeps trying to STEAL the baby from Carlos... more on that later...]

Baby's First Words. Ironically it was in English because Aunt Lily has DEDICATED her time to making sure her godchild would say its first word in English... annoying both Georgia and Carlos. Carlos was shocked when his little child pointed at a car and said "car!"

Baby's First Steps. Walking around the paddock of course with Carlos chasing after the baby ... wondering how their kid is so fast, but like, they're formula 1 drivers, he should know why.

Baby's First Karting Win. Yes, obviously dad cried. Uncle Charles is especially invested in his niece/nephews karting abilities and spends a lot of time teaching them the tactics... which pays off since their little 4-yr old is DOMINATING the league

Baby's first cold. Carlos is a MESS. Georgia keeps telling him its fine, its a cold... the doctor said its fine, but Carlos gets NO sleep that night, opting to sleep in their Childs room just in case they needed him.

5 moments papa!Carlos made GG's ovaries explode.

Watching Carlos sit on the sofa, chatting to their little son or daughter, showing them all of the photos from her championship seasons. Carlos sits there telling their child what an amazing, accomplished driver their mother is and it warms her heart.

Watching Carlos do his daughters hair in pigtails. She insisted dad HAD to do it.... and he has obviously been practicing.

Watching Carlos teach their kids how to swim. He takes them on the family boat and they go to calm waters... so sweet!

Watching Carlos and their child napping on the couch... both of them looking so peaceful <3

Carlos getting up during the night to take care of the baby because he knows Georgia has a big race that weekend.

#sgkophiecelebrates1k

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kidfoundonstreets · 2 years

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last post AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY TALK TEHY TALK THEY TALK THEY TALK THJEYYYY >:D

HRLP.. casually asking his age that means that sirius couldve been waiting for dorothy for 10+ years.. damn THE “SO YOUNG” OK 500 YR OLD the only reason im not changing his name to old man is bc emo boy fits him more rlly like seeing them interact.. everybody here so interesting with each other

ALSO YEAH EXACTLY. it throws me off because ashe seems a lot more emotional in this one bro if hes still living in the past smacks ashe so much angst can fit in this bitch FLAHSBACK TIME!!!! i realized thgat its less the crystal and more him just replaying memories?? or its zooming more in on him idk its just my own take i guess someone hug him it feels like he isnt over whatever happened at all THE PIANO PLAYING PART HAHSAHDWQH “i guess this is my fate??” PIANO PLAYING ASHE WHEN calling it right now i think that she died in a fire somehow not from her illness. maybe. maybe

WAY I GRIMACED AT THIS LINE..............................

claire noticing devleopment i love her

even if its really scaring me right now okay that was precious even if it was really depressing ashe therapy speedrun challenge GO! im glad they get to genuinely talk in this one it feels a lot more different with whats going to happen and tbh im living for it

good luck ashe i guess i really still wanna hug you they wouldnt grant it anyway. its a good wish and demons dont grant goodness and even if he did get his wish he still would never be the same because of how brutally he killed a person to get it and i dont think his family is really as healthy as he says or thinks they are it feels a lot like denial OKAY HELL YES FINAL DAY FLASHBACK TIME

its such a good family

WAIT HOLKY SHIT. RICHARD DID YOU DO THIS PROBABLY NOT NO HE LET HIM KNOW BUT HOLY SHIT

THIS IS SO WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THIS??????????? I FEEL SO BAD FOR ASHE NONE OF THIS WAS EVEN DESERVEDI DONT GET IT THE WAY HE WOULDVE HURRIED STRAIGHT INTO THERE AND PROBABLY WOUDLVE DIED AS WELL IF PEOPLE DIDNT HOLKD HIM BACK THATS JUST CRUEL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU EWHGGSWGHGWHHHWHGWHWHW I HATE MATTY

DUDE. I GET IT. COMPARISONS SUCK ASS BUT THAT WAS HIS ENTIRE FAMILY HE EVEN TRIED TO HELP YOU THIS IS MESSED UP SO HE JUST ENDED UP HAVING BREAKDWONS AND DOING ALL OF THIS ITS NOT THAT I DONT FEEL SYMPATHY FOR EVERYTHING HES HAD TO DEAL WITH BUT HES RUINED SO MANY LIVES JFC the. thd resemblance with that face and the other faces he hallucinated on the others. what the fuck.

it isnt his fault he was just trying to help lillian the amount of survivors guilt ashe must be feeling right now. that’s families and even your family carrying on your back. what the hell matty. getting burned to death is one of my worst fears and the way that this just happened so easily and his family could do nothing about it and all ashe could do was stare and struggle and watch this isnt his fault at all its mattys fault for being so careless with other peoples lives or it could just be noones fault but UGGHHHJHJHEUIYU this is just too messed up. no wonder ashe can’t accept it and is so desperate

ashe

i dont blame him for reacting like that at all. he had his entire life burn before him and just clung to the thing that couldve helped him get it back

the way that limes just in awe of how dead inside he looks i cant get over this woah richard trying to reach out to him. that’s sweet but he’s too buried in his own mind

how long has he been doing this. long enough to grow a huge braid i guess

dude i cant take this i didnt exit out and just go speechless but i still died the fact that ashe in all of these try again try agains just kills claire over nad over hes done so much for his family and im sure that when he found out killing claire was what he had to do next his mind just thought of that as the next goal to do to get everything he wanted back i guess when he started laughing and stuff when he killed claire im taking this from reaper it was more based on adrenaline and the thought that he could finally have a good ending and not need to face the reality that everything he’s worked up to at this point + how he left his entire life behind for this + how one of his childhood best friends who he thought he could trust and tutor just full out backstabbed him by setting up the fire for certain deaths in the first place would all just crush him and hes justnjhjkhkj ashe deserved so much better. they all desevred so much better with the cards they were dealt and honestly? they all could take the witch’s heart and use it for a reasonable purpose i really like ashe. the actions he has done to achieve what he’s trying to do im sure hasn’t been pleasant or morally good but he’s desperate and doesn’t want his life to slip him by like that when it’s already too late he’s stuck himself on the stage of denial so deep that even if he does go back he won’t ever be completely healed im sure the thought scares him as well anyway good game. goodcharacter i feel so empty and im bad at essays but im sure thge feelings will hit me hard later on another note

i love how shocked charlotte is at claire’s genuine kindness and sympathy. i think that makes a good dynamic with her and claire jokes on you bitch youre talking to the softest angel and you dont even know

charlotte has a point but being heartless is just something that claire wouldnt do tbh

#kid's heart

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Capricorn Season Chapter Fifteen Part One

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It’s Gwen’s birthday! Just a cute little chapter before Bron Yr Aur. Enjoy...

My eyes open and I am greeted with the sight of the boathouse, the place I have been staying for the last four months. I have come to know it as home. My apartment stays cold and desolate, a place I do not wish to stay. Although it was ultimately nicer and prettier, cleanlier too, I like to stay here because it reminds me of him.

I turned over in the nest of the bed we built and see him. He was smiling already, cheeks red, and sent me a silent wish with his eyes. They were twinkling and bright.

"Good morning, my love." His face was pressed against my chest, sweet and child-like I gave him a giggle as he looked up at me with his drooping eyes, laden with thick sleep. He looked like he had a good rest, one he needed desperately.

He was home for just a short time. Soon he'd be off to Bron Yr Aur. He'd been home for a week now and I was enjoying our quiet bliss. I didn't think I would have been so relieved to see him, but I was. "Good morning, my little Jimmy." "Happy birthday!" "Thank you." I bloomed like the flowers outside our windows. The Spring air was in full effect, Summer on its way. A thin melon-slice smile played on my face. Today would be a good day. It would be the first good birthday I'd had in many years. I knew this because he assured me and I had no reason to not believe him. "Do we have any plans for today?" "As you've requested, it shall be just us for most of the day. But the guys wanted to stop by to see you for a little bit and wish you a happy birthday." "Awe, that's so sweet!"

I played with a loose thread on our sheets. The sun was coming in from around the edge of our drawn curtains, painting shapes on the carpet. "I am going to give you your first of many presents today." He reached over to the side table and produced a joint. It wasn't wrapped very neatly, so I could tell it was done by him. Robert had better rolling skills than either of us. "Oh, thank you!" I took it from his hands and admired his poor craftsmanship. It was sweet that he tried.

We shared the joint, passing it back and forth until there was nothing but a smoking stub left. He pressed the remainder into an ashtray that was perched on his bedside table. It was a marvelous way to start my birthday. When the ashtray was firmly tucked away on the bedside table, next to the tiffany lamp, he turned to me and spoke, "Now we have breakfast." "You've prepared breakfast?" "Of course. It's on the table, all ready for us." His smile was sweet and rested comfortably on his face. "Well, we better make sure Lucy doesn't gobble it all up before we get down there."

We made for the stairs. We walked together, his steps trailing behind me, and soon reached the bottom of the steps. When we got down to the kitchen the meal was pristine and untouched. Lucy sat on one of the white chairs, her front paws on the edge of the table, creeping her way onto the cloth.

She was quick, but not quick enough. I scooped her up before she could snatch anything up.

"When it's your birthday, we'll make you breakfast. Not today though." I held her in my arms long enough for her to start purring. The rumbling radiating from her body was sweet and made my heart swell. I placed her on the ground and sat at the table, ready to eat. "This all looks so good!" He made a wonderful spread of all my favorites. Waffles topped with whipped cream and fruit, eggs, a breakfast sausage I did not know the name of, and fruit juice. It was plated nicely with chocolate syrup on the side for my waffles and flowers placed in the middle of the table in a vase. He told me they were for me.

The arrangement was beautiful. Blooms of purple, yellow, and pink were spread evenly in the glass vase. I tapped my fingers against the sturdy container, listening to the twinkling sound it produced. The herb was working its way through my system to full effect, causing me to devour my plate. I was gluttonous and greedy on my special day. I didn't care for table manners. I sang in pleasure as I ate. The fruit was so sweet and soft, tasting as if it were a perfect Summer day in July. I was curious how he got berries that tasted so delightfully. They couldn't have been normal fruits, they must've been picked from wavering trees in the backyards of gods older than the sun. I thought maybe he had gathered them himself, fighting through millennia of carnage to retrieve the fruit. What could he have encountered on this journey for my breakfast? Perhaps ancient and sentient beings much larger than him, things unfathomable by the human mind. I thought of him moving through space and time to join me here, with his great gifts. He returned at just the right hour to celebrate my birthday, bringing with him wonderful news and of course, the magical berries. Forever the memory of the sugary delights would stain my tongue. I fear the magic of fruit would be tainted, no Summery gift being as wonderful as this one. I pushed that thought aside and ate my eggs and sausage. "So, how was it?" He asked when I was finished.

"It was great, thank you. Just what I needed." I said as I sat my fork down. I was full and longed for a nap.

He stood from the table and collected our plates, planting a kiss on the crown of my head as he went.

- After breakfast was finished and our plates were clean we sat back at the table to read. He was reading A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe. It was gothic horror, combining psychological terror and poetry to create a chilling tale of death and betrayal. It seemed to be Jimmy's kind of book, a real page-turner. It was published in 1790, as old as he seemed to be. I was not too fond of reading novels as I found my attention span hard to suspend. But this book I had was special. I was reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, a recently published autobiography, written by a new writer named Maya Angelou. She was a black woman from San Fransisco who had a penchant for storytelling. I found the book excellent so far. Ross, a dear photographer friend from California, had given it to me as an early gift. I received it in the mail just two days ago. The kitchen was quiet as we sat in chairs next to each other, our knees pressed close together. The sun was shining expertly, the only way it knew how to, and illuminated our books. I could hear the occasional turning of a page from Jimmy and the waves down below the boathouse. I was filled with an aura of peace, perhaps tranquility. I had never known such a sweet silence. Lucy joined us, starting first by wrapping her soft body around our legs and then jumping up on the table. She took a seat in front of me and began chattering to get my attention. When I only gave her a passing glance and a pat on the head she turned to Jimmy. She sat in front of him and started chattering once more. She was a loud cat, often alerting me to her presence when I got home from work. My day was never complete unless I heard her cries for attention from the next room. He laughed and sat his book down, placing a mark on his page, then picked her up. He held her like the baby she was and scratched her under her chin. She threw her head back in simple pleasure, the kind only a cat could experience. We smiled at her cuteness, fawning over the creature was saw as our child. She really was, so desperate for our love and always hungry, just like a baby. I feared her toddler years of destruction and energy. "So cute," He murmured as he set her back on the table. She jumped down, contented with the love she had received and went back to wherever she wanted to be. We returned to our reading and remained that way for almost another hour. When I finally grew tired of reading I sat my book down and yawned, leaning my head on his shoulder. He mirrored my actions and sat his book down, turning his attention to me. "Robert and Jonesy should be here soon." "Can we put on some music and prepare the tea?" "I've trained you so well. I can hear the accent coming in already." He wiped nonexistent tears from his eyes and feigned a sob. "It's fookin' tea time!" I belted, slamming my hands onto the kitchen table.

He did not find my impression humorous. But I threw my head back and cackled, tickled by my own joke. He simply rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the kitchen. "Oh, c'mon, it's my birthday, give me a break! I can't help that I wasn't born into this feeble nation." "I'll let that one slide since it is your birthday," he turned to me, hand still on the cupboard, "but I'm getting sick of your cheeky impressions." He ended with a toothy smile. I grinned back, barring my teeth the same as he. Robert and Jonesy did come by soon enough. I was a little embarrassed that they had brought me gifts, no matter how small. When they presented their boxes I covered my face and laughed into my hands. Robert told me not to be so meek, prodding at me until I dropped my barricades. He had given me a simple present, a bag of magical herb wrapped in a pretty package. It was tied with a curly red ribbon. Jonesy was less dissolute than the singer, opting instead to gift me with a book. It was a collection of poems by Emily Dickinson, a portly, pink volume of her completed works. I hugged them both and thanked them repeatedly, delivering kisses to their faces. I felt like someone's garish aunt, delivering sloppy smooches in a tight grip.

I hadn't read much Emily Dickinson. I was pleasantly surprised with the large edition, it must have been expensive! The binding was thick and the ink was regal. I brushed my fingers over the golden imprint on the cover, which sported the title and author. It was the nicest poetry book I'd owned. The guys must be making good money from Zeppelin with these gifts. Robert gave me a half, I can't imagine how much that cost!

I thanked them both a thousand times and rambled on and on about how much I loved their gifts. I must've sounded silly. They just laughed and shook their heads, telling me it was no trouble. I wondered where Bonzo was, but I chalked it up to us not knowing each other as well as the others. I took to Robert and Jonesy immediately and the friendship just stuck. What can I say? We were compatible! They didn't stay too long after they finished their tea. They said their goodbyes and took their voices and mirth with them. I was left in the living room with Lucy while Jimmy gathered the tea tray and took our discarded dishes to the sink. I absentmindedly pet her while I thought about how I'd spent this day in the past. One year stood out in particular. On my 14th trip around the sun, my first with my father's new family, I was still very scared of the new home I inhabited. It was not memorable for the lack of events or being misremembered. I had a party, and that was the issue. My step-mother treated it as a celebration of Summer, a time I just so happened to be born in. My cake, which I didn't eat because she chose vanilla knowing I hated it, didn't even have my name on it. I remember the feeling of sadness that filled me. I thought having a real party was going to be wonderful. I'd never had one, after all, unless you count the nights of my mother stumbling in late at night coming home from a party, smelling like alcohol. But even the downcast glances and displaced cheer were much better than spending my day alone wiping away tears. The day wouldn't have been too special to any other child, just another birthday spent by the pool if it hadn't been my first one with this new family I was forced into. I remember feeling so small and scared, so tempted to hide in my bed and shut the world out.

My step-mom was always so spiteful about me. I suppose being forced to raise a thirteen-year-old that was a long-harbored secret was not a pleasant ordeal, even if you could afford it. There were times that I had wished my mother would've just kept me, even if that meant I was left on my own often and with very little money. I thought, sometimes, that it would've been better than feeling like a floundering fish hoisted onto the scorched deck.

This was a similar feeling to my first birthday with my first love, Dominic. He wasn't one for big displays of affection but my birthday was a different story. He had thrown me a party which was quiet and elegant. He was not the type to throw a raging drug fest, unlike many of the parties happening in the early '60s. It was more of a cocktail party complete with formal wear and champagne. I felt saliant having such a fancy party thrown in my honor.

He invited the few friends I'd made during my first year at Berkely and some of his. I didn't like his friends too much, they were all snobby and intellectual, something they could tell I wasn't. I never felt quite good enough for Dom, and his friends were part of the reason.

My friends were the opposite. Carolyn, nicknamed Care, was an art major and a known socialite. I felt lucky to be so close to her. She'd taken me under her wing, one could say. She helped me slip into a friend group with people like Frankie, short for Francesca, and Liz, obviously short for Elizabeth. They were also art students but focused more on pottery and sculpture. They were kind to me from day one. I still miss them sometimes.

I found it hard to make friends with the people in my department. The psychology majors were largely male and horribly white. They were entirely obsessed with Freud's approach to academia, making it inacesseabile to the undereducated and non-white, which ironically made up most of the country. I suppose Dominic saw the disinterest in me for this line of thought and that's what attracted him. He was into all of that pan-Africanism and returning to the mother country stuff. It all sounds like a crusade to me now, a noble one, but a crusade nonetheless. As the night wained on he brought out a large white cake. It said "Happy Birthday Guinevere" in purple frosted lettering. After I blew my candles out he swiped a thick glob of frosting off the cake and dotted it on my nose. I giggled and wiped it off with the sleeve of my cardigan.

At that moment someone took a flash photo of us. It was taken on my polaroid camera but I never saw the photo. I felt like we were getting married. I was a beautiful bride on my birthday and he was a terribly dressed groom. I wonder where that photo ended up. I imagined it sitting in a shoebox in someone's attic or a landfill. I hoped for the former. I laughed at this memory. Never did I think I would have a day like this, spent basking in the warmth of someone I truly cared for. We gave equally, I got back what I put in. I'd never had that.

The memories of my first birthdays were lined up now, at Dad's, with Dom, and now with Jimmy. Of course, this day was the best I'd had, spending it with someone I felt truly understood and accepted me, but I couldn't help compare it to the first one at Dad's. It wasn't great, as I've already mentioned, but a wonderful thing happened to me that day. My step-mom, even through her cruelty, and dare I say wickedness, had gotten me my first camera that day.

I remember pulling it out of the box and being amazed. I had never really interacted with a camera of that quality. Mom only ever had enough money to pay the bills, buy food, and party away what was left, so I never got new things. I never got nice birthday presents, and we definitely didn't waste time pining after luxuries such as cameras or televisions. I had a record player, a tape recorder, and a library pass to fill my time.

I took hundreds of photos that Summer. Sophia, my step-mom, was not happy with the six rolls of film I devoured in one month, but I didn't care. I had a new lease on life, it seemed. I had a purpose. As long as I had that camera, I had a reason to get out of the house and talk to people. It was my way of sinking my teeth into the outer world around me, a way to escape from my head and drab room. I would ask people walking down the street if they could pose, I would ask them about their day and what they were up to and snap two or three photos in the process. It was my first introduction to the art of photography. And it was all me.

Out in that bustling town in California is where I attempted and perfected the techniques I still use today. I could loosen up strangers into telling me their business and posing for me. I learned very quickly how to get people to open up. Most people don't like having their photos taken, but they love to talk about themselves. So I combined the two and the result was lovely! "You ready for your gifts?" Jimmy asked, bringing me back to the present day. The memories faded. The faces of strangers and the lilting voice of an angry Sophia Banks washed away. She shouted something about "wasting money and film on people you don't even know" as she went. He had already brought out three boxes. I buried my face in my hands once more.

"Oh, don't do that, this is your special day. I want you to be happy." The boxes were stacked in his hands, resting innocently as I grinned.

"I know. I've just never had someone make me feel this special before." My face was hot and red. "Well I'm your boyfriend and I want to make you feel special on your special day." He sat next to me on the couch and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I was glowing at his insistence on our relationship.

"Say that one more time." I insisted.

"What? Boyfriend?" He smirked, looking at me from the corners of his almond eyes. They were glistening with vitality even from the side.

"Yeah."

"I'm your boyfriend."

I scrunched my nose and giggled. He was, wasn't he? My very own. Just mine.

"Go on, open 'em up!" He cried, watching over me as I picked up the first box. I unwrapped it with care, trying my best not to seem eager. I was pleased as punch when I finally pried the top of the gift box off.

Inside was a pair of white loafers with a heart on the back of each shoe. They were sturdy and well made, maybe the best pair of shoes I'd ever had the pleasure of holding. I slipped them on and they fit perfectly. Once again, I felt overwhelm by the simplicity of his care. It wasn't a grand display of cheerful romance but it wasn't underplayed either. It was small but incredibly wonderful.

"These are nice. I've never had shoes this nice. Wow! Thank you." I sat back down and hugged him. I had opened one gift and I was already wrought with emotion. I felt like crying. The second box was smaller and wrapped in turquoise foil. "These are wrapped very nicely. Lovely paper." I commented. He smiled a toothy grin and told me he'd done them himself. He was much better at gift-wrapping than joint rolling.

Inside the box was a beautiful ring. It was gold-banded with a glittering green stone. I slipped it on immediately. It fit on my middle finger snugly.

"Oh my god, you are like the best gift-giver!" "Go on, open the last one."

The final gift was my favorite. It was a painting, a messy landscape of the Thames. There was a scene with a picnic blanket on which two figures were seated. One had flowing red hair and the other had curly black locks. The dark-haired person was playing guitar and the other was listening intently. It was our first date.

"This is beautiful. Jimmy, you're gonna make me cry." I put my face back into my hands and leaned into his shoulder. He was a pillar of mushy emotion. I could practically see the pink love hearts bubbling around us. "I did that myself." He was proud with a smile resting on his face. "You made this? Oh my god, I'm really gonna cry." I put the painting aside and buried my head in his chest. I couldn't keep the tears from coming. After a few escaped the floodgates had opened. I kept my face in his chest for a few minutes, wetting his shirt with my well of flowing emotion. He pets my hair and rocked me side to side, letting me enjoy a peaceful moment where I felt loved. "This is the best birthday I've ever had." I wiped the tears from my face and laughed. I laughed so I wouldn't cry again. I didn't expect such a visceral reaction, but I also didn't expect such lovely gifts. It wasn't the idea of money spent or the gesture of gift-giving, it was the time allotted to the careful search and execution of each present that made emotion well within me. "I'm glad I could make it so good for you. You made my birthday wonderful and I was returning the favor. You're such a lovely person, you deserve it." "I couldn't ask for someone better."

He made dinner for us that night. It was a nice spread of pasta and homemade garlic bread, another one of my favorites. It was the same meal he made for our first date. I don't know if that was on purpose, but I loved it either way. Lucy joined us for this meal as well. She cried for attention the whole time we ate. This chorus was a wonderful soundtrack for my birthday meal.

Because he let me pick our activities, we were going on a walk after dinner. I decided a walk would help our food digest and tire me out before bed. The streets of Pangbourne were illuminated wonderfully by the moon and the temperature was nice. It was the perfect night for a stroll.

I allowed Lucy to come with us as well. I had to hold her but it was worth it. She loved going outside. I held her under my arm as we walked, keeping her tight in my grasp even when she squirmed around. I have taken her on walks before but she had a leash then. It was at my apartment with the rest of her things.

"You're so peculiar with that cat. A real witch."

"I think it would be better if she had black fur." I retorted.

"Nonsense! She's perfect just the way she is." He feigned open-mouthed offense.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's true. But I meant I would be more witchy."

"Don't let her hear you. She'll curse you." He covered her little ears. She squirmed again, trying to wriggle herself free from our hands.

"I don't think cats can do that."

"I don't want to find out." His tone was dramatic and he shook his head. He was always acting silly like this, making me laugh.

The smell of a campfire was thick in the air. I imagined a group of people surrounding the glowing pit, a circle of friends and relatives. I hoped it was a time of serenity and memory-making. I was in such high spirits that I wanted to spread that joy, even on a molecular level.

We walked along for a little while longer, just enough time to be refilled by the sweet blowing wind and gaze at the moon. We had gotten our fill of fresh air and made our way back to the house. I wore my new shoes, which were already giving me a blister. I would have to break them in before wearing them out of the house again. They were so lovely that I didn't mind.

It was time for cake now. He was in front of me and it was the most unusual cake I'd ever seen. It didn't have candles, instead incense sticks stuck out of the top. I furrowed my brow and looked at him from across the table.

"Did you not have any candles?"

"No. Now blow them out before the ash drops into the icing."

"There should be twenty-six sticks."

"I didn't have that many."

I couldn't blow them out, obviously, so I just lifted them out of the cake. I sat them aside and made a wish in my head. The wish was for happiness, just as I had thought on Mabon. I knew I would get this wish, for it was already happening. It was Jimmy. He was my happiness.

And happiness had never looked so beautiful. He rested his chin on his hand, looking intently at me as I worked carefully to remove the incense. A soft smile sat upon his features. His hair looked wonderful today, and his eyes were shimmering in the reflection of the kitchen light. I leaned over the cake and kissed him, a special thank-you for all he had done today.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"For being the best boyfriend."

He kissed me, "That's for being the best girlfriend." It was terribly cheesy, a banal display of romance but I didn't care. For once, I was happy with cliche. Life had been endlessly disappointing and out of the norm, I could handle some decorum.

"This is so good!" I sat back in my chair, eyes closed, and savored the sweet taste. It was the best I'd gotten yet. It was a chocolate cake with green frosting. He had listened to me when I told him in passing that I didn't like vanilla. Another small detail he hadn't spared.

We ended the night in bed, where he sang me a soft song, his voice low in my ear. Lucy was cuddled between us and I drifted into a peaceful sleep, feeling more loved than ever. It was certainly the best birthday I'd had yet.

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dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition · 1 year

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69 for everyone. its okay if it takes one million years

i mentioned this on disc, but while i usually answer these ooc, this is gonna be some ic stuff because i love silly goofin. no raisa here because when it comes down to it she is effectively their temporary medic and she knows she cannot judge these people, except for elegy being very nice and lel being a little bit of a dick. also if my players want major npcs. send yr own ask and i'll do it.

eirlys -

sicarii: a good friend. it's nice to have someone who understands me as well as he does around... i worry for him, but i know he worries for me too, so all's fair.

sunder: it is probably understandable why i was wary of them at first, but they're too wonderful to be frightened of. having kitty around is good for my nerves, i think. and their conviction and curiosity reminds me of better times.

nara: she's the captain! i think she is very sweet and i am glad she has a family that is supportive of her. she is also terribly brave, which i both admire and worry about.

aandine: i think he has a lot of wisdom, but he is so quiet. his comfort with death is jarring, but admirable. i wish he was a bit less grouchy, but i'm in no position to complain.

nobody -

tobu: the kindest young man. we all understand that he is to be protected. the ways my mother has hurt him infuriate me, and that recovering my name led to his exile too is something i regret more than anything. also he is rhubarb's favorite, and my favorite too.

haru: he is a well-intentioned boy, but he does not seem to be aware of his immaturity. we could be more honest with him, but he could be more accepting of us as well. i am worried that he will he unreasonable about his brother. and also his art is nice.

anton: i worry for what will happen once we kill his mother--she seems the type to tie her reborn to herself. i can't blame him for his mother, nor can i blame him for being too naïve to realize her cruelties. he is so young--i wonder how he first died? i also wonder about how his gears function, because it seems far beyond the abilities of an elemental without additional arcane training.

deliverance: i am a little bit upset that she is leaving us, because she promised we would be friends. but, zag and silas are still my friends (i think), so maybe we can be friends from far away. she is so pretty and powerful, and i wish i was more like her, but we are too different for that to be possible, i think. i'll miss having someone else who understands the workings of magic!

zag: i need to talk with him, but i worry that invading his dreams will seem too similar to our mutual acquaintance. he is large and strong and i think we are friends. if nothing else, we are bound by the monstrousness that lives in our skulls. i wish he were with us now; i miss his aura.

silas: i understand why she left, but i still think it's strange that someone as interesting and important as her is willing to be a background player to someone else. if she ever returns, i think we will have good conversations and better ways to calm ourselves. i'd like to study with someone again.

ibis: we are the same, in a way. it is less lonely to become if you do it with someone else. i think they are so powerful, and they are kind to me. i understand them, i think. their feelings for yaros frustrate me, because they can cloud their reason. they are more than they allow themselves to be, even now, and i want them to realize that potential. i think that they are very.

des -

fish: i love them. i need to find them. i would marry them again in a heartbeat.

priscilla: her wealth, however much she tries to be the ally of the working class, is frustrating. but she means well, and i'm sure she's helped a lot of people. her family seems... complicated.

la noyee: i don't miss him.

aggie: sweet, but she's kinda condescending. i don't think she sees me as an adult. cool magic, though?

titfortat: i think my dad is trying to consume them? which isn't great. i need to protect them from that, even if it's kinda terrifying.

keeper -

morgan: i want to know her better! she is so interesting but so withholding. i understand if she has issues with herself, but that doesn't mean i have issues with her. she seems so powerful, and the bees sing for the thought of her.

shepherd: he is so nice and i am so worried for him so often!!! he was such a great houseguest too. i feel bad for hurting him with my magic. the bees love him for his carrion.

metonymy: makes me a little bit uncomfortable, but i guess they're just a very attentive person. i'm not sure why they've latched onto me over shep and morgue, but i suppose it's kind of flattering?

aelwyd -

aria: i'll bring her back if she lets me. hot. suspicious, but we have similar interests, and who am i to judge?

blank: deserves better. i will protect them and help them avenge thenselves. i'm glad they trust me. i hope i can maintain that, for once.

chini: can't be trusted. kind of an asshole even before the whole dedicated to bela thing.

ira: she and i get along well. her magic is fascinating and her situation is familiar to me, in a certain way. i know she'll see sense.

kairii: adorable, but unwise. reminds me of mae in ways i can't figure out. i hope she realizes that she's doomed if she doesn't act soon.

stras: self-obsessed asshole who considers himself more enlightened than the rest of us. which he is not. takes himself too seriously, on top of all that.

stray -

clem: i hope she can find comfort in the world soon!!! i am so upset about how the church treated her and i am glad i can help her.

emile: so nice and so strong! they seem very mature and smart too. i wish she let herself have more fun, and i want to know more about her. i wonder why she left her old work but regardless i love that she has big claws sometimes.

posy: she's like me! obviously we aren't from the same place but she's really cool and beautiful and good at magic. i look up to her, but i hope that she's okay with that because i wouldn't want to intrude or anything.

ragamuffin: i wish i could feel feelings as grandly as he does! she and splat always make me smile with their performances. his clown outfits are so delicate and pretty, too.... i like the way she carries herself a lot.

xochi: i worry about him in fights a lot. he's powerful with magic but his body is not ready for the world! or at least the cold. if he has to look at the stars, i hope he likes them. he is very sweet and his jokes make me laugh.

solace: i owe her so much! i think her old god hurt her in ways that gods should never hurt, and i think that her hurt loves to eat her alive. i don't know if she understands how much i value her but i think she is so amazing and her wizardly spells are really incredible. i hope she stops hurting. i hope i never make her hurt again.

#dnd talk #that's a lot! but i was on airplane.#eirlys #keeper #nobody #aelwyd #stray #des eolen

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Ive quickly traded royal au in for Swap!

Welcome Jester Vivianne!

Spoilers for A Fools Endeavor by @mable-stitchpunk ! ! !

Things go mostly the same as the book, the queen has Lure, then dies in childbirth with Vivianne.

Elia knows the truth and tells Lure, they find a way to hide the baby girl while the king is distracted with greif.

Lure does prince stuff and studying but makes sure to make time for Vivianne when he can, playing with her and teaching her things.

When the kingdom is attacked Lure hides her in the chest again.

The guards grab him and leave, not caring to look for a jester once they have the prince.

The next day the castle is empty so she goes to coffcords house, the only place she knows outside the castle.

She packs her little backpack and declares shes going to rescue the Prince.

Coffcord's like 'yeah sure you are, basalm go keep an eye on her please'.

He expects them to walk around the neighborhood for a bit them come back.

Unfortunately Basalm MASSIVELY misinterpets 'go keep an eye on her' and they set off on the journey to Olalylark.

On the way they find the camp and Viviannes like !! We made it to Olaylark!

And Basalm has to be like 'uhhh not quite'

They pick up Morrick, who is utterly confused so as to why this little girl and a guy she doesnt know are trying to rescue the kidnapped Prince.

Baslam's like 'no its ok Coffcord said we could'

And Morricks like 'damn, who am I to argue with the head alchemist I guess' and goes with them.

Various shenanagins of Vivianne walking directly into danger and the two adults desperately trying to save this 8 yr old girl from immenant death every five minutes.

Morrick and Basalm are woefully unprepared to be babysitters😆

Yves wondering why two grown men in the middle of the woods are taking orders from a miniature clown

Anyway they get to Olaylark and Lure is NOT the sweet older brother figure Vivianne has been describing, but an absolute *nuisance* and is litterally gagged in the middle of the courtroom and still making a mess.

Uhhhhh they save him

Hes ecstatic to see Vivianne is safe and grateful they rescued him but wHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS OK TO BRING A CHILD ALL THEY WAY TO OLAYLARK WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUGHT SNAKES AND ALMOST DROWNED MULTIPLE TIMES??!?!?!!?

Morrick has 0 tollerance for his bullshit and they immediately start their old married couples bickering.

The journey back is eventful and it is very easy to see where Vivianne gets her chaotic whirlwind nature from.

They make it back home and Cofcord almost kills them all himself.

WTF HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ACTUALLY WENT I TOLD YOU TO TAKE HER ON A WALK OR SOMETHING NOT DIRECTLY TO OLAYLARK WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ACTUALLY SAVED THE PRINCE WHO ARE THESE GUYS

#ive decide Yves looks like hunter from owl house #for some reason i dont know what basalm looks like #princess vivianne #jester lure #jester vivianne #prince lure #a fools endeavor #sir morrick #apprentice basalm #lure afe #afe #morrick afe #basalm afe #vivianne afe #swap au #royal au

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i was rlly rlly enjoying that it felt like s11-esque SP again which, my personal fav seasons are like s6-s12 n around there so i was having a blast and then that ending just. pulled down its pants and projectile-shit all over me. it wasnt bad ig it was just. gross which i mean i'd expect nothing less but. yeah idk this is my way of saying cartman nipples ruined a whole special for me. that being said tho that was. probs my fav special yet? ending aside gkfkf

cartman went back to his roots a bit and i LOVED it (pointing guns at people, correctly deducing a situation like a little genius but then drawing a wildly inaccurate conclusion about it like a little moron, I MISSED HIMM), he even bullied butters into helping him like the good ol days n the cartmanbutterstoken combo like christian rock hard made me SO happy theyre such a good trio. cartman w the two boys who call him by his first name... speaking of i love how token calls him eric even tho he hates him.

i love token sm actually he was so good in this special. hes been rlly good lately in general actually, the one good thing to come out of the weed plot has been the black family (...ahh...) getting more screentime and development. tokens highkey the stan of craig and those guys which rlly Makes the rival weed farm parallel bc theyre both just. the normal ass kids next door dealing w insane bullshit. i LOVED his compassion for the little. chuck chuck creature it reminded me of the goonies and it was cute. cartman scoffing in the background was funny but it was rlly sweet n did remind me a lot of goonies which. childhood nostalgia always good. also im a child and the thing squirt-shitting made me laugh KGFKFK toilet humor will always get me bc im a 8 yr old boy ig

it was cool to have an overarching villain again i do think SP handles narratives with like. Big Bads well? idk i never see it praised but i personally enjoy those plots and i liked how it was done here. tho this is a bit morbid, the, er, conclusion of pipi's story reminded me of that ummmmm verruckt incident in kansas (if u kno u kno; if u dont and u google, sorry) and it made me wince. im sure it wasnt intentional but my macabre lil mind drew the parallel n i cringed fff. but i enjoyed the rest of that story

and oh my goodness it was nice to see south park shit on celebrities again FKFKF like TRULY getting back to its roots. felt like classic sp mockery i loved it a ton

ummm what else. OH RANDY oh my lord. when he went back to normal i was like. holy hell i missed this. tht was nice to have back. modern randy can be plenty funny but he's overwhelmingly annoying and played out and the meta behind his plot made me wonder if m&t agree w that sentiment? ik they started using randy as a mouthpiece for themselves once they hit. 40 or 45 or whatever idk when it started but them acknowledging the weed shit was played out (when previous recent eps had had more of a "haha we know u hate the weed shit and WE DONT CARE LOL!!!" stance) was kewl. ik randy reverted by the end but im hoping maybe smth might carry over. and it was nice to see the marshes being. normal n supportive n smiling again. i dont rmr the last time i saw sharon smile ;( and the sacrifice stan made of letting randy do what he needed to do... he sounded so sad. he'd only jus got his dad back. man i luv stan hhh poor kiddo

the karen shit actually made me laugh i thought it was funny. i don't hav any deep thoughts on it it jus amused me

ummm anything else. oh the fucken. cartmans boobs fkfkf just the boob physics. the way they bounced i was so distracted by them FKDKFK that was cursed but also real af tbh

ok thats all goodbye til more sp content luvs

#sp spoilers #mine #txt

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ZADIEEE!! My love!!! My babydoll 🥹 how are you habibi? I miss you so much and it’s been so long. I’ve been dealing with a lot going on in my personal life and just been super busy with work and everything! I’m so sorry you’re getting such mean anons again, you’d think they’d get over themselves atp it’s crazyyy. You did such an amazing job with CH as you do with all your other works cause you’re THAT girl and I’m so so soooo proud of you for standing up for yourself!

I got some 🍵 👀 my poor mum has been getting multiple marriage proposals or questions thrown her way by some of the aunties in the mosque who’ve known me for like 10 yrs and part of me is offended and kinda tired of hearing the old school belief of me getting “old” and out of my “prime” (cause they never say that about the guys even though 90% of the time they’re older) but also slightly flattered they think these guys would want me as a wife heheh 🤭 Still a lil annoyed they’re bothering my mum and not my baba though 🤨 like aunty the Quran and Allah literally say that if a man is interested in getting to know me he needs to talk to my baba get with the program sis 💅🏼

On the bright side though I’ve been seeing my nephew a lot recently and wallahi lil man has my entire heart I have so many pics and vids I took of him with his cutie patootie self and he’s so intelligent it blows my mind 😭 I feel like he’s growing too fast everytime I see him.

Quick rant but I missed you so much and hopefully I’ll have some more time soon to pick back up on writing my own stuff and chatting with you! I love you so so much and hope you’ve been taking care of yourself! Make sure you’re getting lots of rest and eating well!! Mwahhh 💋💗

SIMMI MY BABY!!!!😭😭😭🤍

first of all thank you so, so much for your sweet feedback, yk your words always mean the world to me and always make me so so happy. i love and appreciate you so much 🥺🤍🌥️✨

URGHHHH please you're SO real for the emotional dilemma those marriage proposals come with because i've literally been the same 😭🤕 honestly it's always interesting to see which aunties come up to the mom because damn??? but then again it's like DAMN🤭🤭 but you're so right for the part with your baba because it's honestly lowkey disappointing bc it feels like its less serious then yk? anyway you never know, you might find one of them interesting enough to have a look 🫣🫣🫣

mashallah to your nephew, as an aunty to two little girls myself i know exactly how you feel and know the joys of being around them so much no matter how exhausting they get 😫 may allah bless him and you in the best ways possible my love, you deserve the best!

tysm for your sweet words baby, i love you sm and hope you have a wonderful weekend!!!!😭😭🤍

#; mailbox 📬

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garrisondelgado14 · 2 months

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The best squishmallows Diaries

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crystallineirises · 3 months

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Emmy 2024 Liveblog

We high, we got snacks, we filled out a physical ballot lets see if i can figure out my mom's tv

heyyyyy a brother for MLK day

I do think about how he marched for me, a black girl, to say "step on me" about white women on the internet *black power fist*

I'm bored already lol

I turned the volume down lower so i can eat my little nosh

Why does the Fox camera never look as good as the other cameras, this has got an American Idol glow on it

I was like "is that Pete Davidson"

MOM

FOLLOWED BY SARAH

CHRISTINA why have not finished Dead To Me oh yeah cause I don't want it to end

ROUND OF APPLAUSE AND TEARS

TWO HITS DISABILITY AND OZEMPIC GO AWF

OH J - no it's not it's comedy

I'm rooting for everybody black actually I'm rooting for everyone this is stacked

AYO GET YR ASS UP HERE

Oooh Padma is looking fine

The energy of this is already better than the whole GG

CAAAAROOOOLLLL

They should just stay standing up

She looks so GOOD and that joke hit PERFECTLY women are better at everything

I don't really know which way this is gonna go

I still need to watch Poker Face I keep forgetting

QUINTAAAAA she looks so sweet

Damn Sarah got that ICE round her neck alright rap star girlfriend

SHERYL LOOKING REGAL

Didn't prepare nothing I love it

I really don't need to annotate the physical ballot and live blog but WHO CARES this is for me

Can these commercials stop the Discord said this is J's category and I know its not gonna be her but what if it *was*

I'm that meme of "Bruh thinks he's on the team" I've been nervous all DAY

Sam Seaborn what's up why are you hosting weird shit

*adds Sopranos to watch list*

Oh they have props money

OMG it's the mom from Rizzoli and Isles!!! OMG HEY

Hoooooo here we go

THESE GAYS

Eighty damn people in this category

GASP if you're gonna lose lose to Jennifer love this for us *CAW*

ALL THE EVIL GAYS

Your arm still broken damn

Someone give us the bleeped version plz but also he nailed that stare

Alan with his rocks and insects speech tho

SARAHHHH LOL TOMGREGS WINNING

DAMN that theme song sounds banging on this soundbar I really should learn how to use this tv

How is Curb still on the air? Not that it's bad, it just seems like it's been a very long time lol

Someone on Discord just said they wondered if they're gonna do a Friends thing for Matthew OH MY HEART in memoriam is gonna be roughhh

I'm not high enough lol

AYEEE EBON

Also that leather jacket is sickkk

I like the lack of commentary as they walk up, can we keep this shit classy

FIRST AD let's shout out the tech TEAMS

BLACKPEOPLEEE

I didn't realize Jeremy was also a small man lol I kinda would have loved for OMITB to win something but it's cool

sweet baby full of LOVE

AMY AND TINA

Smoke break

A pyramid lol

That woman behind him in the navy dress looked hot oh it's in a suburbs kinda way that's a great fucking dress though

OH she's not here? SHE ALWAYS HERE that's how black moms work

BEANS DONT BURN ON THE GRILL

Hannah's face and Kieran's face

BLACK DONT CRACK AND ITS NEVER TOO LATE

This is the blackest show i've ever seen without that many black people nominated

So many babes in this category

MORE BLACK WOMEN BLACK QUEER WOMEN

THIS SPEECH IS GOING OFFFFFFF

AND HER MOM I need to have all the black moms in the audience in a glamour shot together

oh and NOW we are high let's get into it YUH *rock on emoji*

WHERE EVERYBODY KNOW YR NAME

NORM

I love The Bear but I do like when things get spread out a bit? There's so many shows out there

*survivor yell*

YAY FOR THE GAYS AND GWORLS AND KWEENS AND THEYZ

Arsenio looks GOOD

Who is this beautiful woman

ALWAYS SUNNY THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF MY HEART and they look AMAZING

JUNO YOU LOOK SO HOT that hair swoop is STRONG

LOL can we get a full transcript of all bleeped things

shouts to all the negative bank account hoes out here

GREYZ BEBEZ where's Kate Walsh

BARZ

OH GOD GILLIAN i am about to lose it

Just kidding they just threw us off with x files theme that's fucked up

MAD MEN THEME ANOTHER BANGER

NOT THE HUG

*twerk team* also Sarah Snook

omg the boy from 30 rock his face is me

this speech was boring but that shot of J was great

Beef is so good so far but I'm only two episodes in

Not enough people have been chased off the stage honestly

Amy and Tina you look GREAT

ELTON JOHN EGOT GAYS IS WINNING

Ryan is chaotic evil lol but he sure has given us some shit to watch

Secondary Beef sweeeep

That's the thing, you get one good role and then you win all three awards it can get a little boring

you're gonna make it after aaaaaaallllllll

and a HAPPY MLK DAY TO US ALL

Jessica nominated for something in every awards show and every time she's just sitting around being pretty and chill

JOAN AND TARAJI DREAM BLUNT ROTATION

invited everyone you kneewwwooooooowww you would SEE the biggest gift would be from ME and the caaaardd attached would SAY thank U for being a friiiiieeeeeennnddddddEEEEENNDDDDD *dah*

How is there another 50 minutes of this I'm pretty much over it

Also this new show with Diane Lane *gay panic*

not a compilation video of TV lol

WAG THEME

*we ARE welcome*

GOD look at her why am I always in the room with my mother when she's on stage lol

Yay gay people winning again

YES THEY DID BABY TRENT DID HIS THANG

Looking at her titties looking at her nails looking at her ass looking at her dress i am so femme and so gay and also so femme

I love that *this* is why they had the WAG theme that didn't register at first lol

Is RuPaul singing this song in the background wait maybe thats Titus or Billie who IS that lol which black gay is that

What up Sarah Kate that's a very gay outfit lol

Okay we have another 40 minutes though so like...unless we're gonna have Sarah speak for like seventeen minutes

They also keep panning to Jessica Chastain because she just looks beautiful at all times at all angles in all and it doesn't make any sense

LOL they found Bella like quick where's an enby quick, lol panning to Jenna holding a girl's hand

OMG Babette from GG love her guitar jacket that's camp

"Why is this always so fuckin SAD" - crystallineirses on in memoriam segments

LESLIE

PAUL

IRENE

I am gonna CRY how dare they

not the collage like it's top model

I came back to some random dance sequence lol what up Calista

oh LORD it's Kieran's time *MANIFEST*

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

SO MUCH KISSING BRIAN WHAT

SHIRTS OFF SHIT

MO GAYS

THE DEEP SIGH

MANIFEST

TEAM SHIV

SHIV BABIES WE DID IT

THIS IS OUR TIME

EMMY WINNERS SARAH AND KIERAN

"MLK allowed me to celebrate a bunch of white people depicting even worse white people" - crystallineirses on the Succession wins

MEN KISSING ON TV

FX IS TIGHT

GO J GO

get your way to him lol

Why are they off screen lol

Not me just watching J and Kieran shuffling around

DAMN Hannah

it's been real yall

Just more hugs for all the boys

MLK IN THE CREDITS

#emmys 2024

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