#with: maven

[danielletylr]

— Oh, ¿crees que tenga brazos grandes y fuertes? —y suspiro fue exagerado sólo para efectos dramáticos, para luego sonreír de lado, bastante curiosa por misterio del post it. En otro momento, seguro ya tendría un nombre y dirección para saciarse. En este, había otras cosas por las que preocuparse, y ni ella tenía cabeza para hacer todo a la vez. Aceptó cilindro sin rechistar, tomándolo como suficiente invitación para avanzar y acomodarse en el columpio junto al contrario. Apretó labios en una sonrisa mal contenida—. No, de hecho, intento encontrar maneras creativas de hacerlo. Por ejemplo... —y alzó su mano sólo para dejar lamida en sus dedos, acercando estos al rostro contrario para estamparle su baba en la mejilla, si no se movía para esquivarla. Obvio que se rió al hacerlo, y luego empujó propio columpio a un lado como para alejarse de repercusiones. Desde ahí dio lenta calada. Trato no había sido que iba a dejar de molestarle, después de todo, y Dani esperaba que el joven no quisiese cambiar eso. Ella disfrutaba de esos pullas entre ambos. Y una pelea no cambiaría eso, al menos no después de haber tenido cierta conversación al respecto—. ¡Estoy con Lexa, de hecho! —fue lo primero que declaró, claramente contenta por eso, demostrado en tono y subida de comisuras—. De Litha, con Rhia, y con Polly —y le dedicó una combinación de mueca y mirada al cielo que seguro el contrario entendía. Aunque la americana no hubiese reaccionado abiertamente como los otros, le había enfurecido de igual forma—. Fuera de ellas, con Azula, Hari, Leonie, y un par más que no conozco... Prometo no molestar demasiado a tu hermana. A menos que así me lo pidas, por supuesto —dijo en tono ligero, bromista, mas tampoco quería asumir tanto de la relación de los Lim. Maven sólo había dicho que era complicado. Ofreció cigarrillo de vuelta—. ¿Y tú? Ya sé que estás con Jano y Caleb, ni me lo digas. La envidia no se ve bien en mí.

‘ puedo verte con le que te mandó el post it ’ entonó con un tono divertido, era triste lo acostumbrado que estaba a inventar realidades y emociones. casi podía sentirlas genuinamente, como si también hubiese aprendido a engañarse a sí mismo. era probable. tomó una nueva calada del cigarrillo, sus pies se encontraban casi enterrados en la tierra y no quiso decir mucho más, no quería volver a pelear con ella por un rato. aunque sea quería recuperarse de una para meterse en otra disputa. estiró automáticamente el brazo en su dirección para ofrecerle el cilindro de nicotina. ‘ todo tuyo ’ no quiso referirse al resto, no quería echarla ni mucho menos pedirle que se quedase de forma explícita. demasiado testarudo, sabía que lo que hacía era egoísta y se detestaba por eso. no le hacía bien a la litha. ‘ ¿no te cansas de darme besos indirectos?  ’ la molestó por costumbre y deseos de divertirse un rato, sus piernas se movieron de atrás a adelante, sólo para mover un poco el columpio sin alejarse nunca de la superficie embarrada. ‘ ¿con quién te tocó en tu equipo?  ’  

[queenoftheimps]

Had the absurd thought 'wouldn't it be funny if, in-universe, Todd in the Shadows did a video dissecting Lestat's music?' and then remembered that he's IRL friends with noted vampire expert Elisa Hansen/Maven of the Eventide

[kingofscoops]

JULIETTE LEWIS as IRON MAVEN Whip It [2009]

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do I have to do this again💀💀

Let people like their fictional characters guys we’re not gonna go on and support murderers I promise

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Reader is late getting home???? Worried huggy bear????

I myself, was half-asleep when I wrote this! I hope it isn't a complete mess! 🫣

Quinn: It's after midnight, baby. Are you okay? (12:19am)

Quinn: Hello? (12:43am)

Quinn: Missed call. (12:46am)

Quinn: Missed call. (12:52am)

Quinn: Baby, you're worrying me. Please, text me. (12:54am)

Quinn: Missed call. (12:55am)

Quinn: Baby, please, call me. (12:58am)

Pacing the living room floor, Quinn kept checking his phone, the screen never turning off as he walked back and forth, endlessly. You had gone out with some girlfriends hours ago, and had told Quinn that you would be back before midnight. However, it was nearing one o'clock in the morning and there hadn't been word from you since slightly after eleven. Always one to keep your word, he never had reason to worry until now. Quinn hated messaging you repeatedly, and even worse, all of the missed calls. He never wanted you to feel smothered or like he was keeping tabs on you. Quinn trusted you fully, and he hoped that it would still remain that way after you saw everything. 

Unsure of what to do, other than remain pacing his apartment, Quinn decided to return to where you and your friends had gone for the evening, in hopes that maybe you were still there. Outside, it had been storming, pouring rain since dawn. He'd put on a hat and jacket before grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door. His palms were damp and his fingers trembled out of worry of what could have happened to you. 

It was so late, no one in the building was about and it was eerily quiet. He'd enter the elevator and select the wrong floor either due to nerves or exhaustion. The parking garage would be what he had wanted, but instead, Quinn would press the ground floor button. Each floor that ticked by, another scenario would cross his mind about where you could be, and each time it would pain his heart. The doors would open, and blindly, Quinn would walk out, his mind clouded. It would take several steps before he'd realize he wasn't on the right floor. That's when he noticed something, 

There, in one of the lobby's chairs, you were coiled up, asleep. He could have fallen to his knees in relief at the sight of you. 

"Oh, thank god," he muttered to himself, before exhaling the deepest breath. Making short work of the gap, Quinn rushed to your side while you remained asleep. There on the floor in front of you, was your phone. Had you still been holding it, it was possible all of his phone calls could have stirred you, however, that clearly hadn't been the case. 

"Wake up, sweetheart," he whispered, gently caressing your cheek, hoping to wake you without scaring you, "Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?" You were completely out of it when you finally came to. Blinking several times in quick succession, you'd finally realize it was Quinn who was talking to you. "Quinn? What-- what's going..on?"

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, it's me. I've been wondering where you've been!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Dropping your legs down from their tightly tucked position, you winced from the pain. "Oh, ow--!"

Quinn put his hand to your back, giving soft touches while you struggled to unfold yourself. "Take your time, you're okay," he smiled. "I was just about to come see if I could find you."

"Where's-- where's my, phone?"

"I have it, baby. It was on the floor."

You looked up at him so confused. "I fell asleep down here?"

Quinn would step in front of you and kneel down, putting his hands on your legs. His expression was so loving and caring, and trying to convey that everything was okay. He was just happy that he had found you. "Let's go home. Let's get you upstairs."

You nodded, taking his hand after he rose back to his feet. Quinn carried your clutch and phone as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, helping you steady yourself. He knew you had had a few drinks and just didn't want anything to happen to you while in his care or otherwise.

"I'm so sorry, baby," you apologized, laying your head on his shoulder once in the elevator. "I remember them dropping me off, then sitting down to fix the strap of my shoe... I guess I just somehow fell asleep. Your tone was that was shame and embarrassment, but Quinn harbored none of those feelings. 

"I'm just glad you're safe. That's all that matters to me, alright?" He reassured, placing his lips to your temple for a long kiss. 

"What time is it?"

"After one by now."

"One?" You whined. "Oh my gosh, Quinny! I'm sorry!"

"Shh, you're alright."

You wanted to cry! You remembered telling him you would have been home around eleven. Quinn tightened his grip on your waist slightly. His touch was warm, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading over your skin. He loved you so much; you were the most important thing in his life and he wanted nothing more than to protect you. You, however, in that moment, felt so ashamed at what you had done. You would stay quiet until he got you back inside his apartment. 

"Safe and sound," he whispered in your ear, standing directly behind you. "Time for bed?"

Staggering slightly, you turned around to face him, your eyelids so heavy with exhaustion. "Yes, please."

Quinn smiled, "Good, I've been ready."

In one quick movement, he'd pick you up and carry you to his bedroom, your head falling against his chest. He was your white knight. He'd sit you down on the bed and you would slump forward slightly, not having him to support you. 

"Here, let me help you," he said, kneeling again, but this time to remove your shoes. His touch was so soft and delicate, caressing every curve your body had to offer. "Can you stand for me, sweetheart?"

With his hands extended, Quinn would help get you to your feet one more time and you'd fall into him slightly. With his arms around you, he'd find the zipper of your dress and drag it down to expose your back. Every time he touched you, it was so gentle and careful. Quinn was the only guy you had been with, who treated you with such compassion and tenderness. It seemed a lost art these days. 

From your shoulders, your dress would drop from your body and come to rest around your bare feet. You pulled him closer to you, more cold than exposed, and he was so warm. 

"Let me go get you something to sleep in, okay?" Quinn spoke softly, nose buried in your perfumed hair. 

"May I have one of your hoodies, please?"

He smiled, knowing just how much you loved to steal them. "Of course, baby, hold on one second okay?"

When he stepped away, you'd cross your arms across your chest to stay as warm as you could, standing there in only your underwear. The light in the room was dim and you'd kick the dress from your feet nearly tripping yourself up in the process, wobbly from the alcohol still lingering in your system. 

"Careful, careful," he cooed, making sure you didn't fall. "Here, how about this one?"

He'd help you get the hoodie on and down over your body, his hands lingering at the hem, just below the curve of your ass. With your face in the curve of your neck, the two of you would share a laugh as Quinn wasn't always the most...handsy...type. When he was, he got embarrassed and flustered, but you thought it was always adorable. 

"I need to take my makeup off," you mumbled, unwilling to part with him though you needed to. 

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I'll be okay. Thank you."

"You go do that, and then we'll go to bed," he hummed, sending chills through your body. Eventually, you'd find the strength to wander off to the bathroom and remove your makeup, but after sometime, Quinn joined you, already changed out of his street clothes.

"You're beautiful," he said, coming up behind you and after you had a clean face. "You don't need all of that stuff."

His arms snaked around your waist, his lips near your ear. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you replied, hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "You're too sweet."

"Come on, beautiful, time for bed?"

"Mhm."

After one more kiss, you'd follow him back to the bedroom where he had already pulled the covers back. You'd climb across his side of the bed to clumsily snuggle down into the covers.  

"Comfy?" He'd ask after you were settled, joining you shortly after. 

"I have the spins," you whined, feeling the room spin now that you were laying down. 

"Come here, baby. You'll be okay once you relax." 

Scooting over to Quinn, you'd put your hands against his chest and try to focus on his heartbeat rather than how your head was feeling. His warmth was so comforting and his touch addictive. Quinn's fingers trailed through your hair as your eyes finally fell closed. 

"I'm sorry about making you worry, Quinny," you whispered, fingers coiled in his shirt. 

"None of that matters now," he said, lips nearly touching your forehead. "I'm just glad I found you. I hate to sleep alone."

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Xaden tilts his head, studying the king. "Violet." My heart skips into double time. "My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else."

— You really think being Venin could change that? Some of his first full Venin thoughts still follow this track —

"What even am I? Hers."

[girllblogging777]

if i had a nickel everytime i read a romantasy book about a poor girl from the streets who got picked to participate in a trial between rich kids with superpowers, while having to live at the palace where the two brothers fell in love with her before she betrayed them and ran away, i'd have two nickels.

[dgsource]

[simandy]

"Now what is left from me? An old widow with a child missing from my nest. Survival is a painful experience, I wish I had perished to the past, too."

The Yen Royal Family (before and after the war)

Queen "Solari" Yen

Prince Consort "Kiran" Yen (deceased)

Princess Amaris Yen

Princess Serena Yen

Prince Nevan Yen

Princess "Lily" Yen (deceased)

Prince Oliver Yen

Prince "Chaos" Yen

"With the multiple tragic outcomes for the Yen family, Princess Amaris is expected to depart from her former home in Lumina to fill the empty throne left by Princess Lily, in Luften. The same is told for Prince Chaos, the youngest, about his father's previous role as the prince of Ild. The queen has refused to give further explanations."

[danielletylr]

— ¿No lo quieres? Bueno, lo revoco —declaró con corto asentimiento, como si tema estuviese zanjado, sin necesidad de explicar siquiera que uno más nunca había sido un problema en la casa Taylor. A veces sus amigos le enviaban fotos desde la casa de propios padres, sobre todo ahora que Dani les había pedido visitarles de vez en cuando—. Lo introdujiste tú el término, a mí no me culpes, Mavie —se atajó. Mirada fue dirigida al cielo, y soltó un lamento que más se parecía a un gruñido—. Bien, bien, me comportaré, obtendré mi título y más influencia para poder sacarle la lengua siempre que le veo —en realidad no iba a comportarse, como ambos sabían. Le había llegado un mensaje que le obligaba a hacer exactamente lo opuesto—. Aunque sí podría hacer otro trabajo. Estoy entrenada en montones de cosas... ¿Y no crees que sería excelente estafadora? —preguntó divertida. Claro, Dani había pasado mucho tiempo entre habilidades y opciones, buscando algo que realmente disfrutase. Nada como cuando encontró la investigación. El contrario tenía razón, ella tampoco se veía haciendo algo más. Negó con la cabeza, dos veces, antes de volver mirada al contrario—. ¿Cuándo me viste dar un paso atrás? —tono fue burlón, y ojos se quedaron un momento sobre él mientras este se encargaba de cerrar el paraguas. No sabía cómo convencerle de que no se sumase. Ella podría ser imprudente, mas no quería arrastrar a nadie por ello, menos que menos a Maven. Y de igual forma le tranquilizaba en parte, el saber que no habría manera de evitar que este fuese a esa reunión—. Bien, pero ten en cuenta que no podrás seguirme a cada lugar peligroso al que me meteré. Sobre todo porque no sabes pole dancing —dijo sin explicar más, con expresión fanfarrona. Ah, una de sus misiones más peligrosas lo había requerido, ¡qué tiempos! Soltó una risa ante reacción contraria, sin luchar por mantener agarre. Ya volvería a pedirle comida. E igual ella le robaría una porción de pepperoni. Continuó avanzando por camino que marcaba el contrario, contenta sólo por el hecho de ir a su lado, charlando como siempre, como si no tuviesen cosas de qué preocuparse—. ¡Qué desperdicio! Eras demasiado joven para disfrutarlo. De más grande, los clubes... uf, los italianos, ellos saben divertirse. Yo vine con Lexa hace unos años. En parte me alivia no haber quedado con ella esta actividad, porque no habríamos dejado de distraernos, recordando qué pasó en tal esquina y así —y no pudo evitar reír ante imagen, ante recuerdos cálidos que tenía bien cerca de sí—. Siempre podemos venir un fin de semana que tengamos libre. "El polículo vuelve de viaje, pero esta vez a donde ellos escogen" —presentó cual título informativo, ingresando al local, pasándose una mano por el cabello en simultáneo. Pero no había nada que hacer para aplastarlo. Se dirigió al mostrador, sonriendo amplio y preguntando si hablaban inglés. Pidió dos pizzas, una de pepperoni y otra de "esa del huevo y algo de un buey". La chica se rió y Dani quedó contenta—. ¿Tú con quién quedaste? Yo estoy con Zimo, ¿le conoces? Alto, guapo, pelo oscuro, supuestamente hace buen ramen con queso pero nunca lo confirmé —charló mientras se paraba a un lado a esperar pedido—. Ah, ¿y cómo estás? Además de destrozado por la separación, seguro temporal, de Litha. ¿Duermes bien sin Kirsten?

‘ ¿miembro honorario de los taylor? ¿en qué momento me adoptaste? ’ se ríe a carcajadas, incluso cuando logra esquivar su golpe en la frente, siente el impulso de probar otro, pero en su lugar devuelve su mano al interior de su bolsillo. ‘ no me digas así ’ se queja con una molestía inventada, hasta suelta un bufido y todo. ‘ no solamente eso, tiene más influencias que tú y puede que tengas que buscar otra cosa a la que dedicarte, y no te veo haciendo algo más ’ eleva una de sus cejas, la expresión burlesca en su rostro es evidente, se lo dice como un consejo y un ataque, ambos. no puede pasar tanto tiempo sin molestar a la litha o siente que el aire comienza a escaparse de sus pulmones. dobla un poco su brazo, para servir de soporte en caso que lo necesitara; era su forma de decirle que no importaba que pasara, él siempre la iba a agarrar. ‘ pensé que ibas a dar un paso a atrás ’ hace una mueca, su mirada sube un poco hacia el cielo y se ve obligado a tirar sutilmente el paraguas hacia atrás, entonces se da cuenta que la lluvia ha parado: baja el artículo y lo cierra. ‘ no me quedaré fuera, si tú vas, yo voy. ya te lo dije ’ danielle era imprudente, jamás podrá quedarse tranquilo si existía la posibilidad de que pudiese estar en peligro de alguna forma. y aunque quizás no podría ayudarla, quería al menos intentarlo. porque sabía que ella haría lo mismo por él, una y mil veces. se detiene para sacudir un poco el paraguas cerrado y con la ayuda de su otra mano le pone el seguro, pero no termina de volverlo más compacto. ‘ ¿dices que me expulsarán? no me molestaría, me gusta más verona ’ suelta entre un par de risas. ‘ ¿un huevo en medio? por qué eres asquerosa, suéltame ’ empieza a tirar de su brazo hacia arriba para buscar alejarse de su agarre. ‘ y hablas de ojos, eres repulsiva, taylor ’ continúa entre risas, la verdad es que le provocaba hasta curiosidad y sabía que terminaría pidiéndole un trozo. ‘ también quiero con pepperoni ’ generalmente no era la primera elección del belga, pero podría serlo esta vez. ‘ no, pero vi la pizzeria cuando estaba devolviéndome ’ se ríe, apunta en dirección al local que ve unas tiendas más cerca de la scala. ‘ vine cuando tenía como seis o siete años, no es como que aprendiese mucho de las calles ’ fue más bien un viaje familiar, en el que cumplió cada uno de los sueños fotográficos de su madre, en cada local al que fueron. se detiene frente a la tienda y vuelve a sacudir el paraguas, una vez más, antes de abrir la puerta para que ella pasara primero. 

[neokamui414]

[maveys-baby]

no bc the part in War Storm, right after they capture Maven and they're carrying him away and he's talking to the voice in his head saying, "I did as you said, I did as you said" breaks my heart into a million pieces every single time omg.

[lenstarsx3]

mare after being told “you have terrible taste in men”

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Would you consider writing a story about quinnxreader. She faints in his apartment and he find her when he comes home after training or a game or something. Hes on the phone with his parents and freaks out?

I had to do some research on fainting! I hope this is okay! 🩷

"Yeah, I'm just now getting back home," Quinn answered his mother, trying to unlock his apartment's door without dropping his phone while he fumbled with his keys. "Yeah, me too. It's been a long couple of weeks. Feels good to be back."

Ellen continued to talk to her eldest son as he pushed his suitcase across the threshold. After such long trips, he was accustomed to seeing you first thing -- a guilty comfort you had spoiled him with -- so when he didn't, Quinn looked around hoping you just hadn't heard him come in. However, when he found you, it wasn't at all how he had expected. 

"Y|N!?" He said breathlessly, upon seeing you laying on your side, on the floor between the kitchen and living room. The suitcase rolled forward on its own, with Quinn having kicked it when he rushed over to you; his mother questioning him about what was going on. 

"I don't know! I just found her laying on the floor!" He brushed the hair from across your face and touched your cheek. You're warm to his touch but his heart was still racing. "Let me, um...I'll call you back. Ye--...yeah, I love you, too. I'll let you know. O-- Okay, love you. Bye."

Quinn's phone tumbled to the floor after ending the call with his mother. You weren't responsive to his touch or to his words, no matter what he tried.

"Honey, wake up! Please, please, wake up!" Gently, he'd give your shoulder a shake, but it didn't do anything either. "Shit! Baby, come on! Come on, come on, come on!"

His hands were trembling as he touched your face again. You were breathing which comforted him only slightly, seeing as he had no idea what was wrong with you. The seconds that ticked by felt like hours, but he never left your side -- almost like he was unable to do anything but wait. Quinn knew he should have called for an ambulance but he was frozen, looking down at you like you were just having a nap. 

Eventually, your eyes would flutter open and Quinn would breathe the heaviest sigh of relief. 

"Oh my god, sweetheart!" He exclaimed, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours. "What happened? Are you alright? Oh, you scared the shit out of me!"

You were happy to see him, but you found yourself confused by his shock and worry, then you were reminded of what had happened prior to the grey-out. 

"Hi, baby," you squeaked out, trying to sit up but he wouldn't let you. Your eyelids felt heavy; everything felt so heavy.

"Shh, shh, take your time. What happened? I came home and I couldn't wake you!"

It was hard, but you had to break eye contact with him for a moment. "It was just a fainting spell, Quinny. I'm alright."

"A fainting spell?" He questioned, deep worry painting his expression once again. "I don't remember you having those before."

Realizing that you were still laid out on the floor, Quinn pulled your body into his arms and cradled you against his chest. His concern was so intense as he held you, a slight rocking motion in his movements. This was a first for him and something he didn't know how to deal with which was why he found himself struggling so much. 

"They just started happening again," you confessed, leaning your head against him as you looked up into his eyes. "I'm okay, I promise."

"Are you sick?" He pressed, his hand holding your face, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. 

"No, baby, I'm okay."

"But you fainted."

"I know," You reassured, knowing you needed to tell him what was going on, but you feared his reaction -- he was already dealing with so much. "My blood sugar is probably just low."

Quinn's brows furrowed, "Low? Why is it low?"

You said nothing as you looked away again, knowing how guilty it made you appear. 

"Baby?" He pleaded, "Talk to me, please? I'm not upset with you. I just want to know what's going on. How long have you been dealing with this?"

"Since just after you left." 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to make you worry while you were away." When you looked back up at him afterwards, it pained you so much. His concern for you was as strong as his love and it was made evident with how he gazed at you, even during uncomfortable times such as these. 

"I'll always worry about you, sweetheart. It's because I love you!"

"I love you, too, baby. I promise I'm okay. I'm just...tired" You said, breathlessly. 

Upon saying that, Quinn put his arm under your bent legs and carried you to the sofa where he laid you down against the numerous awaiting pillows. He would kneel beside you, holding your hand in both of his. 

"Will you please tell me what's going on?"

You swallowed hard, knowing he wasn't going to let it go until you told him. "I just haven't been eating much."

"Why, baby?"

"It's a stupid reason."

He didn't say anything because he didn't have to. His expression had said enough. 

"I get sad when you're gone and I forget to eat," you finally confessed.

Quinn frowned, lifting your hand to his lips. "Oh, sweetheart. You've got to eat."

"I know..."

"How many times as this happened?" He asked, now putting your palm to his cheek and holding it there. 

"Probably a dozen or so. I can always tell when it's going to happen, so I have a second or two to brace for it." 

He was still looking at you with tense worry in his face, still holding your hand gently. Quinn wouldn't tell you, but his own stomach was twisting out of concern for you. He was so deeply troubled that his absence affected you so much, that he couldn't help feeling guilty about the whole thing. 

"I'm sorry, baby," you sighed, eyes stinging from welling tears. "The whole thing is so stupid."

Quinn shook his head, trying to give you a reassuring smile. "It's not stupid, sweetheart. I'll try and be more proactive in checking in with you when I'm gone, okay? Would you like me to give you little reminders, maybe?"

"You have enough to worry about, though," you said, shaking your head.

"And I worry about you the most. You're everything to me, Y|N."

"Quinny--," you whined, tears breaking through with the guilt. "I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"I know you didn't." With his free hand, Quinn wiped away the teardrops from your skin. "I'm okay so as long as you are. But, you have to promise me that you'll stop skipping meals, okay? I don't want something more serious to happen to you. You're all alone up here, you know?"

You gave him a nod, biting your bottom lip. 

"You promise me you're alright?"

You nod again, this time with a sniffle. "I am."

He pushed forward to ask a kiss from you which you obliged in giving. "Good. Now, you lay here and rest for a minute, okay? I need to call mom back then we'll see what we can do about dinner."

"Okay," you whimpered, realizing that he must have been on the phone when he found you. 

"Everything's okay, babe. I promise. I'm here now."

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rest in peace to the real ones (mare barrow and runin fang) for having to put up with their crazy rich bratty mentally unstable ex-situationships whose betrayals shifted the entire narrative and who couldn’t help but induce psychological warfare through the messiest, most passive-aggressive letters

[headcanongarbagedump]

Maven Black Briar steals candy from babies for fun