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[rheaxsethi]

Rhea swirled her drink absentmindedly, watching the light catch the rim of the glass before glancing back at her friend with a small, knowing smile. “God, yes. The whole ‘strong woman must be broken down or conquered’ thing? Exhausting. Sometimes I think people forget we don’t need fixing—we just need to be met where we are.”

Her tone softened as she leaned in a little, a flicker of something unguarded showing through. “It’s wild, right? That moment when someone actually sees you—like really sees you—and doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t try to package you up into something easier to carry. Just stands there, steady, and says, ‘Yeah, I’ll take all of it. Even the sharp edges.’ It’s rare. And terrifying. But when it happens…” She trailed off for a second, lips curling into a wistful smile. “It makes all the past bruises worth it.”

She raised her glass in a mock-toast, eyes glinting with something both playful and sincere. “To the ones who don’t flinch. And to us—for daring to hope again, even when we know better.” Then, with a cheeky grin: “Besides, I think you and I both know we’re not the kind of women who get collected. We set our own price. And honey, we are absolutely priceless.” She clinked her glass gently against hers, the sound a quiet affirmation between friends.

People really did have a talent for oversimplifying complex emotions into neat little boxes. "Being seen as untouchable because of your job—that's such a tired assumption." The glass in front of her sat forgotten as she focused on their conversation. Dating had always seemed like such a foreign concept until Ace bulldozed into her life. Now she understood exactly what Rhea meant about those rare people who looked past the surface. "It's fascinating how everyone wants to either fix us or collect us like some exotic trophy. God forbid we just exist as complete human beings with actual feelings." She thought about all the failed attempts to connect with someone before she learned to keep her heart more closed. Those claiming they could handle complexity until reality proved otherwise.

"I get what you mean about handing someone a loaded gun. Every time I opened up in the past, I basically handed them an instruction manual on how to hurt me. But sometimes you meet someone who makes you want to risk it anyway." She like how her friend spoke about hope without sugar-coating the reality. No fairy tales, just the raw truth about choosing to be vulnerable despite knowing better. "Keep that never say never mindset. Feelings sneak up on you when you least expect them. Trust me, I'm living proof that cynics can find their person when they stop looking so hard."

[f1daydreamer]

I love drivers with kids interactions (like I love they’re reactions to drivers, it’s so cute 🥹🫶🏻)

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[myonlyangel13]

Whattttt😭😭😭 100k interactions in less than a week??? Insane I love you so much thanks💋💋💋💋💋

[asksprunkiestvineria]

...so you don't know me, but Simon's asked me to ask you to meet him for a dinner.

@grillintimesforall

( Also, @asksprunkiestsimon )

10 thousand years later, and here I am. I was originally intending to make a full on drawing, but I got caught on other asks that I needed to do before this one. I guess have a non-drawn answer?? Vineria didn't even bother to open the door, she didn't want to terrify the anon by her miserable appearance, and so she answered from behind the door. "A.. dinner, huh..? mm.. I.. guess I could come.. do you happened to know why he invited me to one?"

[rheaxsethi]

She couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh, the kind that made her shoulders shake and her whole face light up. “Rhinestones in inappropriate places? Babe, that’s exactly the energy I want on my tombstone. ‘She died the way she lived—sparkling and slightly sticky from frosting.’” She mimed holding up a scorecard like an Olympic judge, already committing to the bit. “Emotional damage: 9.7. Crust-to-filling ratio: devastating. Childhood memory recall: sobbed in the parking lot. Sweet Fortune is not ready for our chaotic excellence.”

As Violeta described her pajama cream puff moment, Rhea let out another theatrical gasp, placing a hand over her heart. “He looked at you like you hung the moon with pastry cream on your face? Oh honey, that man’s not just delivering carbs—he’s delivering loyalty. That’s rare as hell. You better hang onto him like he’s the last éclair at brunch.”

She bumped her shoulder into Violeta’s, grinning. “Honestly, you just described my dream night. Ugly shirt, sugar disasters, and someone who still thinks you’re magic through it all? Sign me up. Dignity is overrated... for real.” Of course, her thoughts drifted—uninvited—to a certain someone who lingered in the shadows of her mind. But she pushed that thought away quickly. He was definitely not the type to bring her pastries at midnight. That path? She couldn’t afford to wander down it.

Violeta bursts out laughing at Rhea's theatrical gesture, already imagining their bakery takeover in full sequined glory. "Geeze, I need rhinestones in inappropriate places immediately. We're gonna be finding glitter in our food for weeks and I'm completely here for it," she says, mentally sorting through her closet for anything sufficiently ridiculous. The rating system sounds divine. Exactly her kind of nonsense. "Emotional damage per bite is genius. I'll make us scorecards with extra space for our most brutal comments. Poor Sweet Fortune won't know what hit them." She feels a rush of fondness when Rhea validates her midnight pastry situation with Christian. Nobody's ever quite gotten why it matters so much to her. "Midnight carb delivery really is next level, isn't it? Took me forever to realize that's not standard boyfriend behaviour." The pajama cream puff disaster makes her grin even wider. "You should've seen the absolute state of me that night. Hair sticking up, old t-shirt with holes, face covered in cream, and this man still looked at me like I hung the moon. Pretty sure I had sugar in places sugar should never be." She nudges Rhea playfully, appreciating how her friend gets it without judgment. "And honestly, those undignified sugar moments beat fancy dinners any day. Who needs dignity when we have pastries? Life's too short for proper behavior when there's dessert involved. Besides, sequined bibs are definitely the fashion statement this town's been missing."

[rosxabbott]

Open Starter (2/3) Location: Hogsmeade

Despite the fact that Ros wasn't that much of a fan of holidays, she did know that she had to decorate the Three Broomsticks accordingly. It felt like only yesterday when she had removed the Christmas decorations and today, she was putting up the Easter decorations already. Time went by way to soon, or at least it felt like it.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please hand me that?" She asked the person passing by, her wand in one hand and her other hand holding something else.

[ishikaxmehra]

closed for @labyrinthinesyndicatex location: gavin's hospital room

She didn’t want the nurse’s help—not really. But arguing would only waste energy she barely had to begin with. So Ishika let herself be wheeled down the hall, arms folded as best she could, loosely across her lap, the pale-blue hospital gown layered over her skin doing little to disguise the bruises mottling her skin. Her ribs still ached with every breath, her shoulder throbbed like clockwork, but none of it mattered—not right now. What mattered was him.

The nurse gave a polite knock on Gavin’s door before easing it open, and Ishika tried to lift her hand slightly in greeting as she was rolled inside. “Room service,” she quipped softly, her voice still a little hoarse but touched with warmth. “Hope you didn’t order anything fancy.”

The nurse parked the chair by the side of his bed and left them alone with a quiet smile. Ishika glanced around the room—impersonal, sterile, lit too brightly by midday sun—but her attention drifted quickly back to him. The flowers she'd insisted her assistant place in his room were there, but even they felt like a weak offering. Nothing was enough in a situation like this.“You look like hell,” she said, half-grinning, half-grimacing. “Though, I guess I’m not exactly winning any beauty contests either.”

She paused, eyes softening. “I just… needed to see you. That’s all.” A beat passed, her voice quieter now. “You kept reaching for me even when they were still hitting you...Gavin, I just--I'm so sorry this happened.” Her hand moved to rest against his, praying he wouldn't pull away thanks to what had happened.

[valeria-flint]

Open Starter

Turning thirty had not been necessary to Val. It was another day older. Another day that her father was complaining about the fact that she wasn't married yet. Which only grew more and more with her number of age as well.

Another thing that had not been necessary to her, was the fact that her mother believed that thirty was an important age and that at least a small gathering was necessary. So 20 people from the Pureblood community had been invited over for hr birthday and Val was ready to disappear into thin air.

She had finally found a place to lay low, a bottle of firewhiskey in her hand to make the party a bit more bearable when someone found her hiding place. "If you're here because my mother send you, please tell her that you haven't seen me, okay."

[scarzoftime]

Nem mesmo o egocentrismo de Volkan era capaz de fazê-lo se atentar a falta de empatia em determinados momentos. Bom, não podia conseguia se cobrar demais devido aos privilégios e tampouco se interessava em preocupar-se com outrem, apesar de estar muito mais curioso do que o que era possível admitir. "Na verdade, não." Ele pausou momentaneamente para denotar alguma expressão do homem à frente. Estava claramente bravo, isso era óbvio, por isso tentou manter a compostura e um semblante mais calmo. "Tenho plena consciência de que nenhum de nós saberá de fato o que aconteceu. Eu só... queria entender o que aconteceu lá fora no dia. Pelos seus olhos." Salientou. Claro, poderia estar sendo cruel que pedisse ao outro para reviver o acontecido e era possível que ele nem mesmo dissesse, mas valeria a opção de tentar. "Só preciso certificar de que o que sonhei era verdade ou não."

Thorn revirou os olhos ao escutar as palavras do mais velho, a última coisa que precisava era uma lição de moral sobre educação e afins. “Sabe como é, faltei às aulas de etiqueta”, respondeu de forma claramente debochada. Com tanta coisa acontecendo naquele momento, Trinket não ligava se estava sendo educado ou não, se suas respostas agradavam os outros ou não. Havia coisas mais urgentes e importantes para lidar. O changeling ignorou o pequeno discurso sobre o poder das palavras, pois, considerando sua experiência de vida, aquela teoria apenas provava o contrário. Não passava de uma superstição. “Ela está bem”, disse de forma curta e grossa. Se algo mais grave tivesse acontecido com Azula… Bem, Trinket nem considerava a possibilidade e nem sequer poderia imaginar o que sentiria. “Se você veio até mim para encontrar respostas, sinto te decepcionar. Estou tão confuso quanto você”.

[pressure-thechasm]

"Hi, Jett!! How ya doooiinn'? :)" -Void Ruby

" ..Oh. Void. Uh " " Now isn't the best time "

@voidruby

[giselle-archive]

@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.

You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

starter call. I @chloevlinder

[goldstien]

“stealing from toddlers?” brow quirked, slightly. though maybe it's probably something kiernan would have come up with if given more than an ounce of bordem and contempt for the idea. “that's kinda a new low, man, come on. they can't even defend themselves. what're they gonna do? spit on you? bite your ankles?” if he wanted to truly hate his life, kiernan would make a joke about how her knees were the height of their faces, but he actually likes living, maybe, so he doesn't. “see, fighting babies would make you even worse. they're like .. infants.” yeah. “at least i steal from the older kids, it helps build character. you get an ego crush, i get a egg full of jellybeans.” a shrug, he digs through his basket. “is the trench coat just because i'm tall? 6'3 isn't that bad, i don't think. not a disney villian. what's that trenchcoat guy's name from meet the robinsons? though i'd love some goggles. it'd be like – i dunno, inspector gadget. what ‘bout you? you give me knock off lightsaber vibes. like you’d have a weapon but only use it for good, or something.” he's never seen star wars.

camila’s got one knee propped up on the chair beside her, chin resting in hand, the other twirling a lollipop she definitely didn’t find in any egg — just swiped from a table inside like a normal person with no shame. “honestly? i gave up like twenty minutes ago and started stealing from toddlers.” a beat, then a small smirk. “kidding. mostly.” her eyes flick toward kiernan’s sad little basket, then back to him with a dramatic wince. “damn, that’s rough though. i think the last egg i found was under a stroller, and i wasn’t about to risk a whole baby fight for a reese’s cup.” she leans back with a sigh, lollipop now stuck between her teeth. “if they wanted this to be fair, they should’ve split us into age brackets or something. or at least let us use, like, x-ray goggles.” a pause, her gaze narrowing playfully. “you do look like you’d rock some spy gear, though. trench coat, secret candy stash, the works.”

[loveless-actone]

starter com: @twcfaced

local: arredores do castelo

A morte de Meritaten nunca passou por sua cabeça, mas no instante em que presenciou o fatídico momento diante de seus olhos, conseguiu vislumbrar-se em meio ao caos que sucederia dali. Se dissesse para si mesmo que não esperava ter sido convocado como protetor de um príncipe tão irritante, seria mentira, pois, nada mais justo e poético do que sofrer as consequências por ser um vira-casaca. Entretanto, não estava nos seus planos virar babá dos demais membros da realeza, e assim que viu os fios loiros diante de si alguns metros, em trajes estranhos e uma postura nada habitual, enxergou-se nessa posição. "Princesa Elewen?" Prontamente aproximou-se da outra, tomando a liberdade de olhar ao redor em busca da guarda desta. Ora, se tiveram que redobrar a proteção, por que esta não tinha ninguém por perto? "Aconteceu alguma coisa, vossa alteza? Posso lhe escoltar até seus aposentos, se assim desejar." Ele já sabia que ela poderia estar aprontando algo, uma vez que o próprio Seamus lhe orientou das diversas escapadas que seus filhos deram. Quem sabe o quê ela iria fazer...? E, claro, se isso tivesse algo haver com Vincent, que era seu protegido, então ele estava no canto certo, na hora certa.

[opt1mistic]

Ellabs x reader smut then fluff im not talking abt they fuck and then u end it with fluff im talking about they fuck and then there’s at least FIVE MINUTES OF FLUFF TO READ LIKE CUDDLING AND KISSES AND REASSURING. Mb I just see too much where it’s like and then they hold each other. the end. ykwim?

okay listen, im a big ellabs hater(not sorry), like down to the root. so i wrote it with just ellie, hope thats okay!! you can read it here