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Sabrina Carpenter

GRAMMY Awards | February 2 2025

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SABRINA CARPENTER photographed for Sabrina's Strawberry Daydream Refresher at Dunkin’

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*shows you microorganism thana as compensation for being mia*

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happy munday ft sarabi helping me cook and looking at me menacingly from my bathtub

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Lately I've been seeing stars.

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thana caelus, gracing your press event? more likely than you think!

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being really brave rn but ........... like this post if you're okay with me writing little solo drabbles of our characters. these could be anywhere from 300 words to 1k, random scenes or whatnot. sometimes i just have the urge to write out a plot or scene but i feel mildly crazy if i just show a fully written thing unprompted KDNFGKJSDG

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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Sabrina Carpenter

MTV Video Music Awards | September 11 2024

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DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

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[ offer ], sender offers their arm for receiver to join them somewhere.

with a healthy amount of sketchy alcohol in their body, thana swivels their stool to face @luminarm, standing by the bar with his arm outstretched. a gentlemanly gesture, one that garners a short giggle and a hop from their stool. landing awkwardly on their heel, thana not-so-gracefully falls against him with a “ whoa! ” the brief rush of adrenaline is mildly sobering, and they straighten up to adjust their hold to something, hopefully, more elegant.

turning to face the girls still working, thana waves broadly and blows kisses in farewell. “ have a fun night, ladies! ” a number of girls give a courteous wave, some return the kiss, and a select few notice thana attached to gustave's arm and whistle in approval. thana winks in response, allowing themself to be pulled along when gustave tires of the attention and endless goodbyes.

“ don'cha jus' love them girls? darlin's, and tha's not jus' 'cause the free drinks! ” though their slur has cleared up from earlier, their accent is out in full force, as if thana had arrived in night city that day. leaning their head on his shoulder as they strolled down the street, content with the distance to the metro station that'll reach the glen, they murmur, “ how's th' girl you took a gander at? she gon' be okay? ”

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taking the camera with both hands, they pause to consider its rather hefty weight for such a small thing. it would be worth bringing one when they all leave costa del sol, thana notes, because they're bound to see more camera-worthy things out there. lifting it to their eye, they quickly angle their body to bring the cactuar into the frame. a satisfying click, and thana passes back the camera.

“ yeah, yeah, i got it! don't doubt my skills. we should ask to keep the camera. or buy one 'round here. y'know, in case we see cool shit out there. anyway, was that the last cactuar? ”

❛   huh  ?   ❜   thana's  enthusiasm  pulls  him  from  his  sense  of  spaced  -  out  unbelonging  ,  tossing  him  right  into  the  throes  of  confusion  as  he's  faced  with   .   .   .   whatever's  going  on  right  now  .      -        right  .  cactuars  .  cameras  .  photos  of  cactuars  .  makes  sense  . 

he  releases  the  camera  from  his  grip  into  theirs  with  a  half  -  sigh  ,  despite  his  demeanor  showing  just  slightly  that  he's  excited  to  see  how  the  picture'll  turn  out  .   ❛   oh  .  yeah  ,  sure  .  just  ,  lemme  see  when  you're  done  .  gotta  make  sure  you  got  it  . ❜

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❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞

their eyes scan over him once, twice, a third time before they shrug. not very apologetically, but no amount of looking at @ragesense would bring any sense of recognition. could he be a civilian they saved? they don't know how spider-man does it; all these humans blur together the more you save them from burning buildings, robberies, what-have-you. thana adjusts the groceries on their hip, a comically normal sight, and are about to dismiss him when it comes to mind. they snap in his direction.

“ parker peterson! ” they nod confidently. “ yes, i do remember now. i hope you patched up your ceiling after i put a hole in it. ” not intentionally, but still. thana looks over him again, now mildly more concerned than before. vaguely, a voice that sounds like spider-man tells them to check in with the citizen, like a hero would. “ do you need something? ”

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at their core, a researcher like lune, they held a hope for this expedition to answer some questions, even if not all. like for lune, every new encounter meant a chance for understanding, for evolution, for knowledge to pass on to those who came next in the event of their failure. but though thana expected new questions, as with any scientific process, verso is a question that grew, quickly, to an intimidating magnitude. the complication of his father, the man on the beach, the man who took gustave from them, confirms the nagging in the back of their mind: he is hiding something from us.

to their bitter delight, they've struck a nerve. not that it was particularly difficult, given how rattled verso had been when thana reappeared from that place (not dark, not cold, but oppressively bright and uncomfortably warm), but it feels like progress. their eyes glance at the white streaks amidst the black, and a hand drifts to their own hair, out of its ponytail and draped over their shoulders. they scowl at him fiercely. “ me? i'm stirring up trouble? either you're leading us around for your own agenda, or you have no idea what you're doing! and i can't figure out which is worse! ”

frustrated, their hands play with curled strands in an effort to keep their tone steady. “ i know what he's done to me, damnit. ” in every watery reflection, in every metallic sheen, thana is greeted by someone they have never known. “ but with everything you haven't told us, i'm not believing for a second that you're not hiding something else now. like what your father, ” thana hisses, lacing the word with whatever malice they can muster, “ meant by musicians. i don't even know how to play an instrument! ”

❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞

verso dessendre does not often get defensive.    he has learnt to walk alone for five decades and,    as such,    discerned how to tune down the fever pitch of his agitations whenever they struck.    he claims little to his nerves nowadays.    the peace,    perhaps,    of not being around humans in several years.

but tensions have been high ever since their travels through old lumière,    ever since the expedition had learnt the truth of who his father was.    although they haven't told him outright,    he can tell that thana,    in particular,    holds a chip on their shoulder.    perhaps on account of their white hair and the unsettling state of their gaze.    verso finds it ironic,    in a drily humourous sort of way.

❝    you and i must have very different definitions of what 'sense' is.    what did they teach you in lumière ? 'how to lack the sensibilities your good birth granted you and toss it all aside on the off chance someone you don't know,    who has been in mostly good graces since you've met,    knows more than you think he does' ?!    ❞        verso runs his fingers through his hair,    tugging at his own white strands.    sometimes,    he'd like to yank his head right off his shoulders.        ❝    i don't know what he meant about the musicians.    and,    contrary to what you might believe,    i still won't know no matter how many times you ask !    ❞        a half-lie.    he knows,    vaguely,    of this war fought outside their precarious,    erasable world.    he does not know the details :    only that it is why he's here now,    gesturing at thana with an accusatory finger.        ❝    you're doing nothing but stirring up trouble.    what little sense it makes to you doesn't make me the villain.    you should be more worried about renoir.    look at what he's done to you.    ❞

༉‧₊˚. ` blood and darkness .  /  𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

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“ that's the point, though. what's the point of feeding my gengar some poké puffs i didn't make? ” well, the burnt smell from the oven and the charred puffs might be a good reason. “ but if you really want to take over, i'm not gonna stop you. ”

“ please, can’t you just let me help you?   you don’t have to do it all by yourself! ” / @vtriol ... ♡

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the deal, as always, is a farcical endeavor for them both. without a moment's extra thought, thana agrees, “ deal. my time is yours, matsukawa issei of the dawn court. ” the words are a formality, a vessel for the familiar sensation of issei's magic bleeding over through their connection. the tattoo's final placement and form are a result of that intermingling, and thana scans their arms to see if anything unexpected happened. wherever the tattoo ended up, it's not clearly visible from where they sit. “ you'd better entertain me 'til you're gone, or i'll consider this agreement painfully null. where did it end up? did i get the choker instead? ” on issei, however, the tattoo is subtle: a band appears around his left ring finger, spiked like a black sunburst around a red gem-cut center. they pick up his hand to admire it, smiling broadly.

@vtriol, continued —— this is a practiced routine by now, of course; all that issei has to do is give it his best shot. ❝ what about this then? promise to spend every day with me in valeris until i have to go. ❞ like he hasn't already. but this game of theirs has always been a bit silly, a bit of an inside joke—— the high priestesses might call it sacrilegious. issei thinks they're just no fun. ❝ i'll get awfully bored and lonely without you, you see. and if we make this bargain, then my traveling companions can't call me away for any nonsense they have planned. isn't that a good deal? it means we get to spend the rest of my vacation together. ❞

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[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by (from hypatia)

weary from a day of training, negotiating, and defusing tensions between the mages and former templars, thana looks toward the sky and notes that the sun is barely beyond mid-day—for all the work they've done, a full day still lies ahead, and thana can only sigh to themself as they trudge up the fortress steps. as they do, a voice becomes clearer in the distance, regal and polite and firm. @warplanet is busy too, they muse, reaching the open doors and scanning for the inquisitor.

rather than at her throne, she stands off to the side with the emissaries demanding her attention that day. the red dress and simple adornments display a casual sense of authority, a comfortability afforded only within the confines of skyhold these days. as thana crosses the distance from the entrance to the smaller, inconspicuous side door that leads to the inquisitor's chambers, they feel a temptation to interrupt, if only to throw hypatia off her feet in that way only they could. but she's the inquisitor, after all, and likely in a necessary meeting. they pass with a brief nod, ending with a smile if hypatia did not suddenly grab their wrist and bring them closer for a kiss to their cheek.

bewildered, thana just catches the light twist of her lips before she turns back to her conversation. the nobles seem just as confused, though likely from knowing nothing about the mage the inquisitor is involved with. schooling their expression back to something at least moderately neutral, they continue to hypatia's chambers, hoping she'll put an end to her meeting before long.