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🧀🌭 heh... (<- doing this to distract you from the fact this flag might take a little while)

Did 🧀 here (link) !

[ 🌭 ] ━　what is a term or some terms that you dont identify with but you really like?

Desmond LOVES the term butch a lot, along with maverique and neutrois .

Micah isn't sure, but it might be the nonbinary woman and man terms and queerplatonic .

[spacemanxpaninis]

☕ - If you and your F/O went to a cafe, what would your drink orders be?

🍓 - After your drinks, would you order desserts? What would you order?

AHHHHH DGCSDCVX I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DO IT 🥺 and yesterday I went to a local French café so this was perfectttttt ahem anyhoo!!!

☕️- Starting with me, I pretty much always get a london fog or a matcha latte 🖤 ya girl is not a coffee person 😆 but as far as The Squad™ goes:

❤️‍🔥: At first she’s just like a fuckin uhhhh coffee???? Then she learns she can get ✨flavors✨ and ✨SPRINKLES✨ and oh my god. One frappuccino for my frappu-queeno. Karlach dies when I say that and demands I say it to the barista too. She’s lucky I simp for her love her.

⚜️: My boy Louis is FRENCH so it’s going to depend on the time of day. Morning? Probably café au lait. Afternoon? Probably un noisette. I’m just sitting there with my tea of shame like woohoo babe you’re so authentic!!! like we’re not LITERALLY IN FRANCE AND I’M JUST THE AMERICAN WHO MARRIED INTO TS

👽: Insists it’s cringe to get anything other than a rEGuLAr cOFfeE but then sees me with my matcha and is like it’s green??? And I’m like yessir we love chlorophyll in this house isn’t it pretty 🥰 and suddenly both of us are always there in the café with our violently green cups because you cannot convince me this man isn’t a sucker for brightly colored shit look at him. Howard and I both love it when they draw stuff in the foam. Since we’re regulars the baristas have started surprising us with nerd shit on our nerd drinks!

📒: When starbucks released that lavender cold foam? Yeah that was for Annie actually. She loves it. Her absolute favorite is an iced latte with lavender cold foam and I often get a lavender matcha to match 🥰

💅🏼: Max is like Howard, he lowkey thinks it’s unmanly to get, like, not a black coffee. Thus it becomes a running joke that he gets a black coffee when he’s dressed what he deems ‘regular’ or even boring, and a fancy lil cinnamon chaiccino when he’s crossdressing. Thinks my matcha is sus AF becauss it’s green and teasingly gives me shit for it, but does give my London Fog a try.

⚔️: I also don’t think Eowyn would actually be a big coffee person. She prefers tea, something calming or floral usually. I can see her getting a good jasmine tea and really loving it 🥰 she also enjoys my London Fog, too, so sometimes we share our drinks!

🍓- I LOVE A BEAR CLAW 😤 anything almond like that? HELL YEAH. Or a chocolate croissant? HELL! YEAH! My dumbass just loves pastries though fr

❤️‍🔥: All the desserts! Ok, maybe not all, but we always get two or three to split. She also likes bear claws and thinks the name is badass, so we usually get one of those and something wonderfully impractical that we have no business consuming in the morning, like a long thin bar of dulce de leche cake or a cupcake that was so cute she needed it immediately.

⚜️: Oh Louis is with me on the croissants. Except those are not chocolate croissants, apparently it’s pain au chocolat and the Americans just don’t know what tf we’re talking about. I’d be offended if he wasn’t A. right B. cute C. buying me said pain au chocolat and also exposing me to chausson aux pommes another time 😌

👽: Bro you ever had? Fuckin BABKA? Very fire. Miss Howard with those tiny little starbucks scones, his mom knows a lady. Secondary location baby. Our asses are hitting up a legit bakery. Café day with Howard and I goes hard 😤 and if anything else looks good? He gets it he’s my lil princess 😌

📒: Little fruit tarts! Or if it’s early a strawberry and peach danish. We cut them in half and split them 🥰

💅🏼: It’s a fifty-fifty what dessert we get with our drinks, typically either a traditional dessert or just, like, wonderfully shitty donuts from the closest shop in Toledo. Lebanese sweets are so boss dude. Namoura or baklava is always a good choice! As far as the donuts we’d get, I love a maple donut or an old-fashioned (which given it’s the 1950s, maybe that’s just a donut 😂) and Max usually gets a chocolate one!

⚔️: Eowyn seems like an apple strudel or bear claw girlie too! She and I are also splitters and sharers, so the one of each cut in half works perfectly.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK 🥰

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// @starfleetsxvulcan. (You can pick which Spock!)

AOS Spock: Bluebird told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with

AOS Spock: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help. AOS Bluebird: I went to the park today. AOS Spock: There you go! I hope you got something from that. AOS Bluebird: *opening her coat* This duck.

*Pilot Spock and Pilot Bluebird's house is on fire, but they don't know it*

Pilot Spock: Damn, it's hot in here.

Pilot Bluebird: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!

Pilot Spock:

Pilot Spock: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is.

Pilot Bluebird: What?

Pilot Spock: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.

Pilot Bluebird: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Pilot Spock: Wow. They sound stupid. Pilot Bluebird: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Pilot Spock: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Pilot Bluebird: I guess you’re right. Hey Spock, I love you. Pilot Spock: See! Just say that! Pilot Bluebird: Holy fucking shit. Pilot Spock: If that flies over their head then, sorry Bluebird, but they're too dumb for you. Pilot Bluebird: Spock.

SNW Spock: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

SNW Bluebird: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

SNW Bluebird: Can we get a birthday cake? SNW Spock: It’s not your birthday. SNW Bluebird: The cake won’t know!

TOS Bluebird, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

TOS Spock, confused: I mean, this is my room, so yeah.

TOS Spock: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- TOS Bluebird: *blushes* What are your thoughts? TOS Spock: The fourth sentence- TOS Bluebird: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- TOS Spock: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

@starfleetsxvulcan

[chenguanrui]

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish (or just write the names of the songs) then send this to your favorite mutuals <3

thank you, elisabeth! 💕

i will name some of my current faves and only limit tracks from ten's mini to one so i don't just list the whole thing 😆

1. ten - bambola

2. jennie - start a war

3. infinite - umbrella

4. seulgi - better dayz

5. tempest - only one day

[yourdaddyfigur3]

Following you because you’re so stinkin sweeeeet

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Me sweet!? Naw I’m evil muhahaha 😈

[deathdetermineslife]

f/ovember ask game ~

♥️ - what's your absolute most favorite thing about s/i, if you had to narrow it down to one thing.

🐍 - if you two could own any pet, which pet would you own? is there any mythological pets or pets that are illegal to own where you live that you would like?

🕷️ - are either of you afraid of insects? who kills the spiders when one of you is scared? otherwise, who lets them out of the house?

⭐ - do either of you believe in zodiac signs? do you think your and s/is are compatible?

🌹 - what flower do you associate with s/i? if they were a field of flowers, what flowers would they be?

🌲 - do you have a favorite place to go with s/i? why Is it your favorite?

🐦‍⬛ - if you and s/i were birds, what kind of birds do you think you would be?

🌙 - do you like the nighttime? would you consider yourself a night owl? how about s/i?

🍒 - do you bake? do you and s/i bake together? do you have a go-to treat to make?

🐸 - ignoring s/is favorite animal, whats an animal that you associate with them?

🐈‍⬛ - do you prefer cats or dogs? is there any reason why?

⚜️ - have you and s/i ever traveled together before? is there anywhere you would like to take s/i?

🎀 - do you have a favorite outfit that s/i wears? what does it look like? do you ever help them pick out outfits?

🥬 - what's a meal, snack, or drink you introduced to s/i that they like? whats one that they introduced to you?

🖤 - has s/i ever told you a specific style of clothing that would look nice on you? what kind?

🐤 - would you and s/i ever live on a farm? what animals would you have? if you already do, what animals do you have currently?

🎈 - how do you like to celebrate s/i's birthday?

🌱 - do you like gardening? if so, what do you plant? and if you don't garden, whats something you would like to plant?

♣️ - do you ever play card games with s/i? do you have a favorite?

🐠 - do you like the ocean? do you have a favorite sea creature?

🖍️ - do you have a fun/silly pastime you like to engage in with s/i? what is it?

🍵 - do you ever make s/i tea or coffee? what kind? if you don't make them tea or coffee, is there something else you make for them? like hot chocolate?

✒️ - do you write s/i letters? or does s/i write you letters? both?

💛 - if you didnt know s/i, what would you guess their favorite color is?

💄 - what does a morning with you and s/i look like? do you have a routine, anything you two do together to get ready?

☘️ - do you have any superstitions? and quirks you do to follow those superstitions? (i.e, ringing bells before you leave the house to ask the spirits to watch over your home, knocking on wood to bring good luck, not opening umbrellas indoors, things like that.)

🎧 - is there any music that s/i listens to that youve started to like?

🌼 - do you give s/i flowers? how often do you give them flowers? what kind?

🍎 - is s/i picky? are you picky? if you go out to eat with s/i, is there any food you or they put on the others plate that you wont eat? (giving someone the pickles off of their burger, croutons off of their salad)

📗 - do you journal? what do you journal about? does s/i journal? have they ever let you read what they write?

🕸️ - do you like horror movies? does s/i like them? do you watch them together?

☀️ - how do you feel about the summertime?

feel free to use however you would like!!! please practice reblog karma and send an ask to someone if you reblog!!! I'm sure they would love some asks! feel free to send me some, as well, if you so choose.

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why are Gothamites obsessed with hiking boots. Last time I checked the only patch of wilderness they have was some mud puddle called Murder Grove or some other edgy shit

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Just arrived in Gotham. I thought the bat infestation thing was a joke.

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Yeah, every building in my borough has had to install spikes

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They aren’t doing anything about the pigs though

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Wait y’all got pigs

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Hey what’s that username in the first reblog

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*points* Gender critical miraculous ladybug blog

#she’s a poison ivy stan too 😭 #out of all the ecofascists #she had to have a crush on the trans one #why are TERFs so stupid

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thepeak of cineerma if you ask me…. Call me he but not him cus I’ll never be him(jigsswa)

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man these riddler impersonator blogs are getting lamer by the day

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okay I don’t exactly live in the safest side of town but a black van with a green question mark spray painted on it has shown up across the street. I really hope it’s some sort of joke or a publicity stunt because if it’s not I’m fucked

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RIP gayturret

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Do yoj think he made them solve one of those memory games that kill you

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Why the fuck is the riddler on tumblr anyway.

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Ummmmm.to pick out victims aand reblog saw gifstets duh 🙄

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Is it me or is the Mad Hatter kinda…..

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It is you. Seek therapy

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We got tickets for the Jekyll and Hyde musical at the Gotham East End 👍 we apologize in advance for who we will be for the next two weeks

[francicide]

💾 i want silliness !!! i love seeing headcanons for characters, esp. if it's from niche fandoms like the thing ... also got super tired of being anon, as i'm much more comfortable now !! but i was secretly (not at all) 🌀 anon, so hello !!

YAY HIII lucky you since you said that i'm going to do mac for this one :-3

【 💾 】- Give me your mogai headcanons for a character you like.

Macready is transmasc, malomasc, camofreak, antarctic, hyena, vincian, apothisexual, esthesiosexual, uniromantic, has SAD, has PTSD, has low empathy, has low remorse, and uses he/him.

Also my wife. i loveee him i love mac i love mac i have two figures of him next to my bed ehehehe. bonks our heads together.

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𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 | geto suguru chapter 1

⊱𖤓⊰ | In which you, a thief, meet the lost prince of the kingdom.

── ★ ˙ ̟ . ⚜️ .ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist

next–⊱

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭

chapter word count: 4.1k

content warnings: normal warnings for the tangled movie lol

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!!! He is ooc in this because he isn't racist ☺️ Anyway, I'm going to take this opportunity to thank P for not complaining when I send them Geto edits and when I rant about jjk. New chapter comes out tomorrow! 

Thanks for reading!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 your hair as you gaze upon the kingdom below you, the morning sun bathing the colorful houses all around. It is by all means a perfect day; the sky is clear, the air is warm, and you are about to be one of the richest people in the land. 

“Hey!” exclaims the voice of your partner, snapping you out of your daydreams. “The view is nice and all, but the longer we stay here, the higher the odds we get caught.”

“Since when have you ever cared about getting caught?” you ask, walking towards where Satoru stands. “I can recall at least five times where we almost got busted because of your idiotic tendencies.”

“But my dear Y/n, what you don't understand is that I have transformed into a new person,” he says. “My recent sabbatical really helped me ground myself in this–”

“You mean when you got caught and had to serve time until I helped you escape?”

“As I was saying! I am nothing but a law-abiding citizen, bound by the values of this kingdom.”

“That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard,” you say, tying the rope around your torso. “And I deal with you daily.”

You open the panel that sits directly on top of the stand that contains your objective. You scoff at the placement, wondering what dumb soul decided to compromise the circlet’s security with multiple removable panels. Still, if this piece of wood hadn’t been here, your job would be all the more difficult. And most normal people do not account for thieves on the roof.

“Yeah, keep talking and I’ll drop you,” Satoru says, gripping the rope to which you are attached. 

You choose to simply stick out your tongue rather than retort, for you are already being lowered into the hall and you’d rather not alert the guards prematurely. After you had the circlet, all was fair game. 

You would never say this out loud, but you are very thankful it was Satoru who botched one of your firsts jobs when you were teenagers. You were nimble, too gangly to steal anything big, but smart enough to manage on your own. Then Satoru entered the picture and something clicked. 

The boy could have chosen to leave you behind and escape himself, but instead he chose to create a distraction so you could escape too. You had left that job with no valuables except for a new partner in crime and a change in name, courtesy of Satoru.

The story went like this. In the middle of the job you both had bickered over who takes what, him calling you Starlight when you refused to give out your name, you calling him Six Eyes when he tripped over a bump in the carpet in the middle of the hall. This had continued until guards started to pursue you, and in the confusion, had christened you with those names on your new and shiny wanted posters. 

Those didn’t come until much later, when both you and Satoru were rising fast through local murmurs, and he threw a fit when your insult for him had taken the form of his identity. You didn’t mind, as you were completely comfortable with leaving Y/n behind, with only Satoru calling you that as a result of exchanging names in a show of trust. Which takes you to the situation at hand. 

The throne room you are being dropped into is lavishly decorated, full of banners with the royal crest, a circle that contains four swirling lines that converge into the small circle in the middle, symbolizing the sun. They are painted gold and a dark purple, almost blue, which combines with the stained glass windows that line the walls. 

You are carefully lowered by Satoru until you reach the stand placed in front of the thrones, where a royal circlet stands, the key to your newfound lifestyle. It is gold, lathered in jewels that range from dark amethysts to indigo sapphires, but it is surprisingly light when you pick it up. 

A guard sneezes and you get the wonderful idea to mess with them a little bit. Satoru couldn’t fault you; you were only following his example. 

“Bless you,” you say politely as you tug on the rope to signal Satoru to lift you, circlet already in your satchel.

“Thanks,” the guard says, unbothered. You snort when he whirls around moments later, managing to catch only the soles of your boots as you make your escape on the roof. 

You laugh as the guard shouts at you to wait, but you’re already sliding down the walls of the castle, making a quick getaway through alleyways and unused roads. You pivot on a corner, grabbing Satoru by the arm so he isn’t caught unprepared for the sharp turn, and he hoists you up to a roof when all the roads are blocked by guards. 

“So much for not getting caught, huh?” Satoru shouts at you while you make your escape to the nearby forest. 

“That’s my bad,” you respond, a grin betraying your lack of guilt. “Besides, look how productive we’ve been! It's what, eight? And we are already set for life!”

Satoru rolls his eyes as you dart through the foliage, amusement evident in the creases of his face. “I never want to hear you complain about my recklessness again.”

You shove him with a smile, when two posters nailed to a tree catch your eye. If the faces didn't spoil it, the names sure do; Starlight and Six Eyes, wanted dead or alive. Now, personally, you would prefer to not be caught at all, but it was nice that alive was still an option. You just have one grievance. 

“Geez. Does my hair look that frizzy to you?” you ask Satoru, ripping the poster of the tree and holding it next to your face for comparison. He shrugs, to which you call out his name with force.

“What? I didn’t draw that,” he says. “Why are you mad at me?” 

“Oh, it's easy for you to say,” you answer, ripping up his poster and waving it around. “I guess the illustrators must have a crush on you or something, because this looks like–”

“Like the real me? Thank you very much, it's genetics.”

“No dumbass, like a weird, exaggerated fantasy of a fairy tale prince,” you say.

Satoru snorts. “Please, as if a prince would ever affiliate himself with us.”

“True. Hey, aren’t those the Curses?” you ask, pointing to another poster depicting two guys, one with an eyepatch and another covered in stitches. “I didn’t know they escaped.”

“Oh shit, really?” Satoru grimaces. “All the more reason we need to lay low. I doubt they’ve forgiven us for that little stint we pulled at the port.”

“No shit, you nearly decapitated the guy–!” 

You are interrupted by the neigh of a horse, and when you whirl around you can see the head of the royal guard charging towards you and Satoru. You are quick to stash your poster in your satchel and to follow him deeper into the forest, dodging arrows as they are fired from crossbows. 

The guards do not slow down, and their horses only seem to get closer to you by the second, so you send a quick glance to Satoru and you both nod. He pivots left and you pivot right, buying a few seconds of confusion from your entourage. 

You’ll find him again—you always do—but in moments like this, crucial seconds can make the difference. An added bonus is the way one of you will help the other if they get caught, although now that your target was the royal palace and not some rando’s house you doubted your punishment would be something as simple as jail time. 

So you sprint through the forest, up hills and around spiky bushes as you try to lose your pursuers. And of course, with your rotten luck, the head of the guard has decided you’re the bigger threat, being the one with the satchel where the circlet is stashed, so he is now after you instead of Satoru. 

You hear the horses neigh just as you slide underneath a fallen trunk, barely dodging arrows meant for you. A stray vine almost makes you trip, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins replenishes the air in your lungs fast enough for you to keep running as fast as you can. 

Your eyes dart around, looking for anything that could stop at least the horses from pursuing after you. You weren’t confident in winning against them, but you could totally outrun the guards on foot. There, in the distance, a tree stands tall in the middle of your path, blocking off the free space at its sides.

You grin, grunting when you manage to jump through its branches, before you resume your sprint. You are tempted to let out a whoop, although all your hopes are crushed away when you glance back and notice the chief is still hot on your trail. 

Somehow, with the rush of adrenaline still in your blood, you manage to climb up a tree on the edge of the foliage. The chief doesn’t have time to think when you lunge at him from the tree, effectively knocking him off his horse and taking it for your own. 

You let out a gloating laugh, which is quickly extinguished when the horse stops dead on its tracks. It turns to look at you, and its eyes shine weirdly in the sun, making its pupils seem almost golden colored while its white pelt turns almost rainbow where the sun hits it.

“Go,” you say with urgency. “Come on, lets go–”

The horse cuts you off when his—his?—eyes zero in on your satchel, and he starts doing strange twirling movements to both get you off and grab it, somehow knowing the circlet is hidden there. His eyes dart from it to you for a moment, lunging for it at the same time you try not to lose your equilibrium. 

“Wha—Hey! Stop it!” you exclaim as the horse starts to twirl and jump and move forward. It is in one of those movements that the satchel flies away from your hands and into the cliff up front. 

You exhale when it is caught by a strangely large branch that stretches out into nothingness, and from there on, it's a battle between you and the horse to get to it first. Satoru would mock you if he could see you right now, something about fighting your equal or such leaving his mouth as he struggles to maintain his composure. 

But this horse plays dirty. It chews the edges of your pants, trips you, anything to bring you down. You use your nimbleness to elude the majority of his attacks, but just as you are about to reach the satchel, the branch cracks and snaps, sending both of you plummeting down to the forest below. 

You scream as you fall down, losing your grip of the branch when a rock from the cliffside splits it in half. You grunt when you land on the grass, managing to roll off what could be grave injuries, before quickly getting on your feet and on the move. That horse would not give up, so you either needed to regroup with Satoru or find a place where you could lay low. 

Thuds alert you before you see the horse again, so you duck on the side of a rock, crouched in between it and a wall covered in vines, and wait for him to walk away. You hold your breath as he somehow loses track of your scent and heads to the other side, maybe in search of its rider. 

You straighten up when he leaves, walking backwards in order to maybe grab some vines and climb the wall. Only that the wall is not really a wall. 

You yelp when you fall through, but your instinct makes you step inside the hidden cave when the sounds you made signal the horse of something in the vicinity. You watch as he moves around, his figure easily distinguished by the shadow he puts off against the vines. Your shoulders tense, but this time he leaves and you think it's for good. 

“Why did I–?” you ask yourself when you check your satchel and notice the wanted poster next to the circlet. You shrug and stuff it back down, heading deeper into the cave. But like the wall not being a wall, the cave is not a cave, and so you walk towards the light, expecting a small clearing or a skylight. 

You couldn’t be more wrong when you finally come face to face with the view, stealing what little breath you had left.

The valley surrounded by mountains is lush with green, multiple small ponds and grass patches and trees dotting it at random. In the end there is a waterfall, and the sound of water flowing calms you down, but even that can’t compare with the true star of the scenery. 

A magnificent tower stands tall in the middle of it all, with vines climbing all over its foundations, hit just the right way by the sun that peeks from above. It is beautiful, yes, but also the perfect place to hide. 

You dash across the valley, running side to side with the river flowing down from the waterfall. You take out stray arrows that had somehow found their way to your satchel—stashed by Satoru probably, as his idea of a prank—and manage to climb up the wall of the tower, using them as leverage to get you up. 

You grunt as you do this, lamenting that having your partner with you would probably make it easier, but you press on, seeing the window—not the door because of course it couldn’t have one. Noo, everything just had to be difficult—and just so managing to throw your body over it with your last whispers of strength.

You close the shutters with a bang, finally having time to catch your breath. Ha! you think. “I’d like to see you climb that,” you murmur with a grin, not even perplexed by the fact that you are beefing with a horse. Then you feel a quick flash of pain on the back of your skull and everything goes black. 

You are rudely woken up by a weird sensation in your ear, making your eyes snap open as you shudder. Chills run through your body as you notice you are tied with a weird ass rope to a chair, which, if you didn’t know better, is reminiscent of black, ebony hair. 

It can’t be hair though because a, it is not possible for someone’s hair to be that long, and even if they didn’t cut it their whole lives, it wouldn't be as silky. And b, because hair doesn’t change colors when light hits it, and this strange black fiber is interrupted at times by golden strands that turn black again when it shifts in place.  

You follow the rope—hair?—with your eyes, until your surroundings get too dark for you to distinguish it, only catching glimpses of gold when it shuffles. Okay, pause. Shuffles?

“What the fuck?” you ask out loud, breaking the silence you had found yourself in.

“Struggling… struggling is pointless,” a man’s voice answers from the darkness, prompting you to look in its direction. “This is not your turf,” he continues, which only makes you more confused. Is he chiding you for trespassing his home?

“Look, uh, sir,” you start, spinning a lie as fast as you speak. “I’m just a weary traveler–”

“I don’t believe you,” the voice cuts you off, and the owner’s clothes rustle as he stands, coming into the light. “Who are you and how did you find me?”

You are momentarily stunned by him. He looks about your age, with a deep indigo vest over a long sleeved cream shirt. His pants are the color of burnt umber, held in place by a lighter brown belt. But his clothes are nothing compared to the man itself. 

Maybe it's your taste in people, but even Satoru cannot compare with him. His eyes are the color of deep purple, swirling with galaxies in its iris, framed by long, black eyelashes. His face is as sculpted as some of the most impressive sculptures you’ve ever seen, and his eyebrows frame his features perfectly, black like his hair. 

But his hair is not pure ebony either. You note that it is the same thing that is binding you to the chair, proving right your earlier supposition of it being hair. Now that you know its hair, it's all the more interesting. It's black and gold and everything in between, and where the lights hit the top of his head, it seems to glow. 

“Find you?” you ask confused after a beat. “I didn’t—are you on the run too?”

“On the run?” he repeats, eyes narrowing. “So you are a criminal then.”

“Okay, first,” you say, extending your pointer finger, “criminal is a hurtful label and totally not true–”

“So this wanted poster isn’t yours then? Starlight?” 

He waves a crumpled up paper around, and you catch a glimpse of the same poster you had ripped from the tree earlier. 

“That's not mine…” you immediately deny, trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.

“Suguru,” he says. “Don’t wear it off.”

“Well, Suguru,” you say, “if you could just graciously let me explain—Wait, where did you get that? That was in—” You curse mentally when you notice your satchel isn’t with you anymore, wildly looking around the room you find yourself in. “Hey! That was in my satchel! What did you do to it?”

“I hid it,” Suguru answers, a small grin finding its way to his face. “Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

You scan the room with your eyes, your brain automatically registering any and all places, both obvious and not, where the satchel could be stashed. In the corner of your eye you notice a strangely placed pot, which, combined with the guy’s apparent lack of common sense, tells you it's the perfect hiding place.

“It's in the pot, right?” you dead pan, gesturing to the pot with your head. 

You hear a clang and everything goes black again. 

“Ow!” is the first thing you grumble when you regain consciousness again. “Keep going and I’ll have no brain cells left, princess.”

“I am neither a princess nor a girl,” Suguru says, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you respond. “Where then, is my satchel?”

“Now it's somewhere you’ll never find. But no matter,” he continues. “The real question here is what do you want with my hair?”

“Your hair?” You let out a small, unbelieving laugh. “Believe me, the only thing I want with your hair is to get out of it. Literally,” you finish, gesturing to your binded wrists as a way to emphasize your point.

He raises an eyebrow, like he somehow can’t accept that you aren't here to steal his hair. Wow, it sounds ridiculous just thinking about it. He circles you with his weapon of choice, an old pan, walking in and out of your field of vision. What weird hermit’s house had you broken into? 

“You don't… want to sell my hair?”

“Why the hell would I want to do that?” you say. “Look, I was in a hurry and in need of a place to stay. I saw a tower, I climbed it, and now I’m here. End of story.”

Suguru looks you up and down, weighing your words now against the obvious lies you told him at the beginning. “You’re being genuine,” he finally says. 

“No duh,” you answer, recoiling when he points the pan at you and a small lizard stands on its edge, glaring at you with its slimy eyes. You freeze, following its movements with your eyes when Sugure takes the pan back, retreating to the darkness. 

He turns his back to you, slightly slouching down to talk with… is that the lizard? On his shoulder? Man, this place is just getting weirder and weirder by the second. He mumbles, and you only manage to catch truth and strangely fangs.

“Okay then, Starlight,” he says. “I’d be willing to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes. A deal.”

You watch as Suguru climbs the fireplace, your chair coming dangerously close to toppling over when he moves his hair to shift you in his direction. Your eyes are now more or less used to the lack of light, so you use that movement to look around. The walls of the tower are completely covered in paintings, ranging from people doing various things to multiple objects strewn about. 

“This,” he says, revealing a mural covered by a curtain, “is what I want to see.”

The scene is that of a night sky framed by a forest, with who you assume to be Suguru perched on top of a tree. The night sky is filled with lights and you quickly recognize what it is he is referring to. 

“You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince?” you ask.

“They’re lanterns?” he questions, looking back at his paintings. “In retrospect, it's kinda dumb to think they were stars, huh?”

“Stars don’t move,” you say. “Nor do they only appear once a year.”

“That's what I said!” he exclaims, turning to you. “Well, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow these… lanterns will appear and I want you to escort me to and back from the light show. Then, and only then,” he emphasizes, “will I return your precious satchel. Do we have a deal, Starlight?”

“Yeah, no,” you say, much to his dismay. “I’ll get lynched if I come as close as five meters from the kingdom. That is not a figure of speech.”

He looks you up and down, chewing his bottom lip, contemplating. “We find ourselves at odds then,” Suguru says. “You can’t leave without your satchel and I won’t give it to you unless we have a deal.”

“I don't know what brought you here,” he continues, jumping down from the fireplace’s mantle. “A poet would say fate, others would say destiny—”

“A horse did.”

“But against all common sense,” he says, completely smoothing over what you said, “I have made the decision to trust you.”

“You are right,” you say. “It is against common sense to trust me.”

Suguru scoffs, using his hair to bring your chair closer and closer to him. “So in return, you can trust me when I say that you can destroy this room, tear the tower brick by brick,” he says, punctuating each statement with a pull. “But without my help? Oh, you never find your precious satchel.” 

You huff, looking down to escape the drilling holes of Suguru’s gaze, his face so close to you you swear you can see entire galaxies in his eyes. You meditate on your options for a moment; it's either lose what you almost gave up your freedom to get, or possibly get sent to the gallows for stealing from the royal family. 

“You’re not going to budge, huh, princess?” you ask after a beat, relishing in the way the corner of his left eye twitches when you call him by the nickname. 

“What do you think?” he retorts, tiling his head to the side with an irritated grin.

You hum, taking in his question. “Can we compromise on me giving you directions?”

“No.”

You groan. “What? There's, like, nothing out there that could harm you. Notice how I'm talking about you here?” you say, craning your neck to get closer. “With me, however, it's a given I’ll end up next in line to get hanged.”

“Not my problem,” he says. “If the poster is anything to get by, then you probably deserve it.”

His words would cut more if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pretty sure he is extremely sheltered, and so, he doesn’t know neither your life nor the context in which it was written. So you simply shrug and sigh, ready to accept his deal. Hell, maybe you could show him something to be scared about and he’ll abandon his childish quest of seeing the lanterns. 

“Fine,” you say, not missing the slight twinkle in his eyes when you agree. “I’ll take you to see the lanterns or whatever. And then you'll give me my satchel.”

“Deal,” Suguru says with a grin.

[hellaarknight]

Something called love

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Genre: angst Warnings: swearing

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A king has to be flawless.

That's something Callisto Regulus has heard all his life. Don't show your vulnerability, don't show your emotions, don't show you're hurt, don't show you care. These words are engraved in Callisto's mind, in his behaviors, in his heart, whether he likes it or not. It's not like he ever had a choice in the matter. But then why does he hate it so much right now when he's seeing you spit blood?

A king has to be flawless.

That's why he agreed with the arranged marriage with you, a marriage plotted by the empress to keep him in check. Or at least that's what he thought at first.

"Fuck this" he thought as he run to pick up your bloodied body from the ground. His body just moved on his own, his voice screamed for a physician, but he was stuck on your beautiful eyes which were losing their light.

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"I don't want this marriage as much as you. Unfortunately for you, Your Highness, I'm just a paw for my family, one they'll discard given the chance. I entered this marriage with the sole purpose of getting out of that mansion that I called home. Believe it or not, the thought of dying by your hands on a whim of your attitude is merciful in comparison with the living I had there. So, if you feel merciful today, swing that sword harder and actually cut my throat, don't just give me false hope".

Callisto was certainly taken aback by your words. He just wanted to scare you, his new so called fiancee, to run back home crying as he did not have the wish nor patience to play the game the empress had in mind. So, taking advantage of his infamous reputation, he put his sword at your throat, asking for a reason why he shouldn't just kill you on a whim. If you intended to peak his interest, you did.

" So you're telling me, that you're treating the next emperor as a way out of a bad family situation? Am I a joke to you?" He was amused, a smirk gracing his handsome face. Even though now he was sure you would not be a thorn in his side, at least for now, he wanted to make sure that you knew your place, and be afraid of him. He does have a reputation as a tyrant, after all.

" If I have to be sincere, Your Highness, then yes, I have used you... No, even better, I am using you as a way out of that place. The ducy is not particularly fond of their illegitimate daughter, you see. Even a prisoner of the Empire has a better life than I did. You may do whatever you want with this information and if your wish is to punish me with the death penalty, I'd gladly take it."

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Callisto was definitely fond of your first encounter after you entered the palace as his fiancee. While staying by your unconscious side day after day, he reminiscent more of those moments he kept very close to his heart. Your fiery attitude, your sharp mind and your quick witted responses to his provocation made him fall in love with you, without even realizing it. He, who had a duty to carry, a revenge to fight for, deemed that it was impossible to fall in love. He was sure his marriage will be a political one to straighten his power once he becomes emperor and still he found himself waiting for your encounters, waiting to see your smile and now hoping for you to wake up.

A king has to be flawless.

Everyone around him wanted to see his desperation now that his esteemed fiancee was on the verge of death. But he did not show any. Not around others, of course. But when he remains alone with you, holding your frail hand, kissing your pale temples, he pleads with the gods to have you back.

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"You should really stop hiding in the library"

Callisto found your secret hideout in the castle library, somewhere in the back, all cozy with some blankets and pillows. You intrigued him, you stood your ground in front of him, even in front of the empress. He discovered that you loved reading, so he granted you access to the imperial library. He found out a lot about his fiancee these past months.

" You should stop following me around, Your Highness. Don't you have something better to do, like fighting the nobles and beating the monsters?"

"What now? I'm not allowed to spend time with my own fiancee?"

"Careful now. If someone hears you might think that you actually have feelings for me"

Calisto scoffed, avoiding your gaze and immediately changing the subject, while sitting near you in your cozy space. A very illegal cozy space, the librarian throwing a fit over it, but he made sure that you'd be allowed to keep it. After all, he was keeping you in check so you wouldn't conspire with the empress, or that's the lie he keeps telling around.

" What are you reading today?"

" Honestly, something about the monster from the Empire and magic. "

" Oh no, did you get bored of the lovey dovey stories you read until now?"

You playfully smacked his arm, something you've done once in frustration and since you did not lose your head, you continued doing it. Callisto was rather amused by it, so he allowed it, after all it was one of the few physical interactions you two had.

" No, no I did not. I just need a break from all that, you know, get back on earth with my head. Don't wanna fool myself into believing that something called love exists."

Foolish girl, were the words that never left Calisto's lips that day. Instead, he felt so at peace that he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. And you never spoke about it after his awakening, but it definitely became your little secret that kept happening every now and then.

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This was the third time Calisto felt fear when it came to you. The first time was when the monster attacked at the hunting competition. The second time was when your family came to visit. He remembered that when you heard the news that they came unannounced you paled, your complexion being almost the same shade that you had now while on the verge of death. It was more than six months into your engagement when they made their presence at the palace, if he remembers correctly.

"Do you remember that time when you were so scared of hearing the news that you gripped yourself to my side and did not want to let go?"

Calisto smiled to himself while pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. How the tables have turned, now he's the one glued to your side, not wanting to let go.

"Do you remember the promise I made you that day? That I'll help you be free from your family with or without our engagement? This was not the freedom I was talking about..."

His voice cracked.

He remembered when he first saw the scars on your back. An accident, really, he was at the wrong place and wrong time... Or should it be the right place at the right time? He never could have guessed that you were carrying such a burdensome secret. Then it all made sense, why you weren't afraid to lose your head at his hand, the way you called him being merciful for taking away your life.

" I'm sorry, Your Highness... You should not have seen that. Unfortunately, my body is not the most pleasurable one to look at..." A sad smile. " I'm full of old scars. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not the beauty they promised you."

Your voice still rang in his head as he recalled his foolish action at the time.

" Don't cover up!" He made you turn your back to him. He hated that you were putting yourself down for something you did not have any control over. He also had scars from battle, would you find them ugly when you eventually would get to see them? He placed a kiss on your back then quietly whispered making you shiver.

" You're nothing less than perfect in my eyes and your scars only tell the story of how powerful you really are. Don't ever try to hide yourself from me"

Callisto was going crazy, having all these flashbacks of the moments he secretly cherished. He placed another kiss on your hand, then whispered in your ear.

" Please come back to me, and I promise to kiss every scar that there is on your body and I'll promise that something called love does actually exist"

[anxiousthoughts365]

thanks for taking these story requests! can you pls write drarry and blaise/ron on a double date~ thank you!

Not a problem, I'm really enjoying doing them! Of course, here you go :)

~🐍Drarry⚡️and ⚜️ Blairon 👑 & Double Date ~

Mature content - mildly suggestive language, minors DNI

'Good Godric, my eyes!'

Blaise jumped at the loud and dramatic exclamation that his boyfriend had interrupted their conversation with, and leaned back as Ron's long, often unco-ordinated arms rose swiftly so that he could press his large hands over the aforementioned eyes. And even though Blaise was already quite used to his boyfriend's dramatics, he couldn't quite ignore the surge of concern that flooded his abdomen.

'What is it?' he asked, allowing his eyes to scan the room for any signs of danger. When he couldn't immediately spot anything that might constitute a threat, he returned his attention to his boyfriend. In the time that Blaise had been looking away, the Auror had moved one of his hands to cover both of his eyes. The other hand was pointing across the booth from them, and Blaise followed the direction of his finger to find out what had so distressed the man.

He sighed heavily when his gaze landed on the offending scene. Surprise surprise, it was Draco and Harry. Again.

'Come on, now, Ronald,' Blaise chided, wrapping one hand around Ron's freckled wrist and attempting to tug his hand away from his eyes. The infuriating man refused to be moved, so Blaise gave up and huffed, 'Surely you're used to this by now?'

'I'm used to the idea that they're dating,' Ron grumbled. 'Doesn't mean I want to have to watch them sucking face on my night off, does it?'

Blaise glanced back at the couple and, to be fair, he really could not contest Ron's description. It looked like the two men had been starving for days and had finally decided to just eat each others' faces. Blaise had been able to tolerate these frequent and very public displays of affection by reminding himself that it was a worthy payment to see Draco so truly happy. Apparently, Ron had not been able to adopt this mindset yet.

'You don't have to watch them, you know,' Blaise drawled, rolling his eyes when Ron made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat and kept his hand firmly in place. Suddenly, an idea sprung to Blaise's mind, and he leaned closer to murmur in Ron's ear, 'You could just look at me instead.'

At that, Ron seemed to pause, and Blaise only had to wait for a few seconds before the man's hand was slowly lowering. He tilted his head to the side and put on his most charming smile, and for a moment, Ron seemed content. But then, as if by design, the sounds of particularly involved kissing from the other side of the table increased, and Ron grimaced and gritted out, 'C'mon, you can't deny that it's disturbing.'

'Disturbing?' Blaise snorted through his long nose at the choice of words, but he wasn't ready to give up on his game yet, so he made sure that he had Ron's full attention by purring, 'So you're telling me that if I climbed into your lap right now and demanded that you kiss me, that it would be disgusting?'

He smirked when his words had Ron sitting bolt upright, his ears already turning pillar-box red. Salazar, the man was so incredibly predictable, so much fun to play with. Blaise had always enjoyed toying with his food, and from their very first date almost a month ago, Ronald Weasley had proved to be a damned feast, one that he believed that he would never tire of.

He was therefore quite surprised when Ron met his gaze steadily and insisted, with no hint of embarrassment, 'Gods, no. I'd have to be insane to do that. I mean, look at you.'

Well. If that didn't make Blaise's insides positively melt. How was it that this man, who was often quite heavy-handed with his choice of words, always managed to find just the right thing to say to make him feel like he was slipping? It was a feeling he'd been experiencing with increasing frequency, and as his mother's son, Blaise had always kept himself aloof and distant in his romantic endeavours. But with Ron ...

In the span of just over four weeks, Blaise could already feel himself falling for this ridiculous, hot-headed, funny, loyal man. And he didn't want to look too closely at what that meant. So, in an attempt to ignore that thought once more, Blaise cleared his throat and asked, 'So why -'

'No one should be forced to watch their best mate copping off, should they?' Ron glanced back over at the entangled pair, grimaced again, then leaned closer to Blaise and murmured, 'Especially when they're being so ... Enthusiastic about it.'

Blaise laughed at that, soft and low, and nudged Ron with his elbow. 'Want to get out of here, then?'

The grin that split Ron's freckled face in two made Blaise's heart stagger, and then the redhead's fingers were twining through his. He had no choice but to follow as Ron stood and tugged him out of the booth, still grinning manically as he said, 'I thought you'd never ask. My place or yours?'

[asher-agere]

AAA CONTRATS ON MILESTONE !! Most ppls do challeges or events for getting followers, yu can lookat editblr for inspiration maybe ? Or ask games too. But only if you wanna do something, its not rwquired because celebration or not, we are very prioud of you!!!!

This… Gives idea. I’ve been obsessed with ask games recently, so what if…

ASHER’S AGERE ASK GAME

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

🍄 - What would you do if you could play outside without judgement?

🚨 - How do you like to be treated during a tantrum?

🍼 - Bottle or Sippy cup?

🦄 - What animal do you have the most plushies of?

🍒 - Are you a picky eater?

🎡 - What’s something nostalgic you do when regressed?

🔥 - Babble about someone you really love!

⭐️ - What protects you from the dark?

❄️ - What’s your favorite season?

🌷 - When/why did you start regressing?

⚡️ - How much energy do you have when you’re regressed?

💎 - What’s your most used regression item?

🧸 - How many stuffies do you have? Remember to check if any are exploring under the bed!

💠 - Do you have specific outfits for when you’re regressed?

⚓️ - What do you like to babble about when you’re regressed?

☀️ - What’s your favorite type of weather?

🎃 - What’s your favorite holiday?

🍰 - What’s your favorite snack while regressed?

🌸 - How sensitive are you when regressed/what might upset you?

🍀 - Who’s someone you’re lucky to have met?

👑 - How do you like to play when regressed?

🍪 - Would you enjoy baking while regressed/how much could you do on your own?

🏵️ - What’s your favorite thing to watch when you’re regressed?

⚜️ - What’s your favorite toy?

🧶 - Do you have any pets?

🐸 - What’s your favorite animal?

🦋 - What do you think about bugs?

🐣 - What age range do you regress to?

🎀 - Do you like feminine, masculine, or androgynous compliments while regressed?

🫧 - What’s your ideal regression experience?

🩰 - How coordinated are you when regressed?

🌼 - Milk or Juice?

🍙 - Pacifiers or teethers?

Yay ask game! This was supposed to be posted last night but my caregiver started babying me like a very rude person and writing very quickly became impossible. Gosh my caregiver is such a bully guys (They’re not, love you <3) Anyway! Feel free to ask me these, reblog to have people ask you them, whatever you’d like hehe

[emeritusemeritus]

Emeritusemeritus’

Fred Weasley Masterlist

Weasley Twins Taglist requests

All Taglist requests

Fred Weasley moodboard ✨

Fred Headcanons SFW & NSFW ✨

🥀{Angst}

🤍{Fluff}

⚜️{Implied sexual themes} 18+, Minors DNI.

🌹{Smut} 18+, minors DNI.

Property of Fred G Weasley 🤍⚜️

Summary: Gryffindor!reader is tired of people not knowing which twin she is in a relationship with. She makes a public declaration to counter this and her boyfriend sees it all, luckily for her.

How can you tell them apart? 🤍

Summary: Reader is the only person able to tell Fred and George apart and the twins have never known how she was able to, until one of them overhears, learning a little more than he had intended.

Girlfriend Wars 🤍⚜️

Summary: Angelina Johnson, girlfriend of George Weasley, struggles telling her boyfriend and his twin brother apart. Reader, girlfriend of Fred, does not. Only a game of blind testing can determine who is better at telling the twins apart.

Me, however. 🤍⚜️

Summary: Ginny doesn’t find ginger men attractive, the same can’t be said for her friends.

Why aren’t you drinking? 🤍

Summary: The party is in full swing above Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, but Fred’s girlfriend just can’t seem to relax and enjoy herself.

Art of Deception 🤍

Summary: Cormac McLaggen won’t take no for an answer, insert fake dating trope with Fred Weasley.

The little one? 🤍⚜️

Summary: A wedding brings out all the extended Weasley family, and their incessant questions about when you would start your family.

Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed. 🤍🌹

Summary: Weddings always bring out the best in people, but you hadn’t expected it to bring out something else entirely within Fred.

Since never 🤍

Summary: George meddles and Fred finally finds the courage to ask you to the Ball, not liking the idea of anyone else taking you. Inspired by TikTok, based on movie canon.

One, Two, Three 🤍

Summary: Fred gets up to mischief pretending to be his twin.

Hey Little Train [5 part mini series] 🥀

Summary: The memoirs of a broken woman after the death of her beloved.

Can we ever just be friends? 🤍⚜️

A token of appreciation 🤍

Nice sweater 🤍🥀

Friday Night Dinner 🤍

His Firecracker🤍

You think you know someone 🥀

Spellbound 🤍

Call me by your name (Malfoy!Reader) 🥀

Breed like Gnomes ⚜️

Charming witches ⚜️

You know what you’ll get [Breeding kink Fred]🌹

Ties that bind [Fred x Slytherin!Reader]🤍

Milestones [Dad!Fred] 🤍

Stupefied [Muggle!Reader x Fred]⚜️🥀

You feel like home [Soft sex with Fred] 🌹

Give you everything [Burrow fluff with Fred] 🤍

The princess and the period [Reader on her period]🤍

Pacify Her ⚜️

Let it be me [BulliedVirgin!Reader] 🥀

A cold heart and a warm jumper [Jealous Fred] ⚜️

Fire and Ice [insecure reader]🥀

But who can name the face? [Hufflepuff!Bestfriend]🤍

Masquerade: you can fool any friend who ever knew you [Hufflepuff!Bestfriend part 2] 🤍

Ginger Root [pet cat fluff] 🤍

The eye of the snake [SiriusDaughter!Reader] 🤍

Breaking the ice [friend!reader falls through ice] 🤍

Perfect Prefect [GryffindorPrefect!Reader] 🤍

Hufflepuff Painter Headcanons

Just the Muggle [PregnantmuggleWife!reader] 🤍🥀

Happy Haunts Materialise [Slytherin!Reader] ⚜️🎃

When the smoke goes down [Muggle!reader]

[srbachchan]

DAY 6009

Jalsa, Mumbai July 31, 2024/Aug 1 Wed/Thu 1:21 pm

🪔 ,

July 31 .. birthday greetings to Ef Reyhan Rezaei from Iran 🇮🇷 .. 🌷🙏🏻❤️🚩

August 01 .. birthday greetings to Ef Shital Patel from California 🇺🇸 .. 🙏🏻🚩

..

And .. for the nostalgic days of Scout .. August 01 be World Scout Scarf Day .. and .. the Salute and greetings .. 🫡 .. ⚜️

... oh gosh those were the days at BHS, Allahabad .. and the scouting experiences with the troop and the visitor of the head of the Scouts from Australia and how he remembered the number of autographs he signed .. quite remarkable ..

and these 👆🏼 pictures of all rather grim looking scouts .. 🤣 .. even I find it difficult to recognise me .. though I still remember most of the others ..

strange is it not how you remember those early days and have problems remembering the recent meets ..

And the run in to work continues ..

.. the meets with some of the contestants a great learning and a moral social education .. coming from them is such a huge joy and a pride for us all .. how they survive their circumstances .. what the winnings mean for them .. what lessons they give to all that see our programme and the modest simplicity these exude ..

heartbreaking at times .. but then their resolve and grit gives us courage to keep going and appreciating and lauding their resolve to thrive .. and be a winner .. truly truly amazing ..

all set and kept in the thoughts of the game and its importance for the others ..

AND ..

this simple labour worker parent Father of the young contestant, who had never ever stepped out of his village .. seen planes flying above in the skies and describes with great pride how his daughter now selected to play the game has provided him the opportunity to be actually seated in a plane for the very first time .. and how he describes these aircrafts , in his own understanding :

He was saying :

हमने तो कभी सपने में भी नहीं सोचा था, की इस चील गाड़ी को कभी देख पायेंगे और उसपर बैठ पायेंगे !!!!

चील गाड़ी ??

What an amazing description of an aeroplane in the simplicity of one that has only lived and worked as a labourer who does पुताई of homes and does not have one of his own ..

He is an ordinary labourer that paints home walls ..

I believe this description should be introduced in the Hindi Dictionary ..

The cheel - चील , the eagle .. that is all he can refer to as the flying object to relate it to a flying bird .. and the fact that he discovers, is that, it is a flying vehicle that carries people !!!`

You tend to smile at it at first .. but then it deepens in the heart and mind and its simplicity and the lack of the exactness due to the circumstances, just smacks you in the face .. !!!

ORIGINAL .. YES .. SIMPLE YES .. BUT DRIVEN BY THE INNOCENCE OF THE CIRCUMSTANCE

... and amongst all the life that goes on around you , this is what remains ..

On being asked by me , after the daughter had won a decent sizeable amount what she would do with the earnings .. she said :

"I want to give my Father a pair of shoes like you are wearing, the sneakers, because he walks to his work each day and he has an age old chappal - a sandal - that has worn out and she wants to make his feet comfortable when he has to walk to work, because his sandals have worn out and he has to manage with those torn ones .."

Another contestant did not bring her father as a Companion on the show , even though he was invited, because she said by coming he would lose the daily work day at his village and they survive on his daily earnings .. !!!!

You come back and .. just wonder .. and do in your own little way how their lives could be improved ..

Love

Amitabh Bachchan

[ryzheling]

haii moots am doing an ask game so if u wannaaa, send me a ⚜️ with your selfship and i'll assign you some lyrics from my rygm playlist favourite songs with a little present in your inbox <3

everything will be fully based on vibes btw!

[novantinuum]

Some Themed Asks for your Gem OCs

I always enjoy these little ask games to help build up lore about my characters, but so many of them are too human in scope for my Gem OCs- thus, I decided to throw together a set of Steven Universe specific questions for all of your OC and gemsona desires.

Questions are sorted into "eras" thematically. Enjoy!

Era 1:

⚜️Which court does your Gem belong to, if any? 🎆What is your Gem’s planet of origin and given designation? (Ex: Facet-2F5L Cut-5XG… Facet-5, Cut 8XM… Facet-413, Cabochon-12…) 💎Describe your Gem’s gemstone. What color, shape, facet pattern, and placement does it have? 🛠️What is your Gem’s given role under the Diamond Authority? 📌Where does your Gem perform their duties? Do they travel a lot for their role, or mostly stay in one place? 🧦Does your Gem get along with others of the same cut? 🖇️Has your Gem ever partaken in fusion with someone of the same cut? 💼Does your Gem report to anyone below the Diamonds? What do they think about this authority figure? 💥Has your Gem ever been rejuvenated? If so, how many times? 🪦Does your Gem harbor any hidden desires they think might get them shattered?

Era 2:

🌸Was your Gem incubated before Pink Diamond’s shattering, or after? If after, does your Gem differ from others of their cut due to Homeworld’s Diamond essence shortage? 🔎Does your Gem like the role they were given, or is there another role in society they would rather have? 🪢Does your Gem have any friends outside their cut? 🪄Can your Gem summon any weapon or special item? 🌍Has your Gem ever heard of the rebellion on Earth? If so, do they have any opinions on it? 🪩Has your Gem ever partaken in fusion with someone of a different cut? If so, do they defy Homeworld’s fusion rules openly or keep it secret? 🏝️Your Gem has been reassigned to perform their duty on a planet or settlement of their choice. Where do they go? 🫧Has your Gem ever been poofed? How? 🙈Your Gem discovers that someone they work alongside is off-color in some fashion. Do they narc to a superior, or keep this secret? 🪓Does your Gem know anyone who’s been shattered?

Era 3:

👑In the wake of this brand new era, where does your Gem’s loyalty lie? (The Diamonds? Themself? Someone else?) 🎓Would your Gem ever consider attending Little Homeschool, why or why not? ⭐️What is your Gem’s honest opinion of Steven, if they are aware of his role in Gem history? 🪁Name three hobbies your Gem partakes in. 🌄Describe your Gem’s idea of a perfect day. ⚧️Imagine your Gem is presented with the concept of human gender. Do they have any preference in how they are perceived or addressed? 🐌Does your Gem have any non-Gem friends? 🌙Would your Gem ever consider living as a permafusion? 🍕Has your Gem ever tried ingesting food or liquid? If so, what is their opinion on this activity? 🎻Assign your Gem an instrument. What type of sound do you feel best captures their vibe?