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[fell-down-the-well]

PLUCKS one of her little notebooks and pens when she is not aware. Another for his growing collection.

Eh, he can come back for the shards later.

❝Who the heck took my notebook and pens?! This is just like when my math textbook disappeared! Except--that happened at home...

❝Inuyaaashaaa?! DID YOU DO THIS?!❞

Clearly she has no idea who did it~! And who knows if she'd believe it if she did!

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. @arrachnes, @inufangs

[w-iidvw]

don't make me beg you to stay ( from Yelena )

' I NEED MORE TIME WITH YOU '

            *+:｡.｡　Romanoff　｡.｡:+* ╾╾╾

❛ Моя сестра, I don't believe you are one to beg but more so one to get what she wants ❜ 

It was a simple statement, yet one that held back far too many emotions for even the spy knew farewell always meant for years. Natasha didn't want to do this again, not to Yelena but matters called and the widow couldn't have her younger sibling getting hurt -- regardless of how capable the woman was, Nat still worried.

❛ Yelena, сестра. This isn't goodbye forever, only for a time. We both have our work to do ❜ 

[kuumogassen]

ha yeah

[hexsrealityarchived]

@hamcrtia inquired: ❛ What a peculiar thing you are. ❜ ( from aegon ii )

SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS / SEASONS 4 - 5 ⤷ Accepting!!

“It’s not nice to refer to someone as a thing, your Grace.” Wanda smirked cheekily to the king. Aegon the second was certainly wasn't eloquent with words, but maybe once he finished his glass of wine, that would change. A daughter of a minor Dornish house, she had come to court with her Prince of Dorne after the coronation. Though, the relationship between Dorne and the Targaryens was still a rocky affair. Even now, they were amicable at best with the new king, but no one from Dorne had felt he was the rightful king. Wanda, like the rest of Dorne, wanted no part in what may come, but she too was a supporter of Rhaenyra being the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

She was quite surprised that she had even caught the attention of the King. In such a crowded banquet hall, it was a miracle that she was even seen in the sea of bodies dancing and mingling. Wanda wasn't sure what it was that attracted King Aegon ii, but here he was before her, speaking to her at the center of room where Wanda was speaking to some of the other women in court. She had, of course, curtsied to the king upon the realization he had come all this way to see her. Wanda had minded her manners and had been nothing but courteous to Aegon about his coronation.

[xstrange]

@iinventor​  asked  :    9

#9  :    exes  and  why’s    --    meg  deangelis

tony's   arrival   was   at   a   decidedly..      awkward,      time.      clea   had   just   left      —      the   two   of   them   likely   having   seen   each   other   leave   and   enter   the   sanctum,      respectively.      once   found   the   sorcerer   appeared   rather   confused,      as   usual   after   a   visit   from   his   ex-wife,      but   this   time   he   looked   a   touch   more   angry.      he   was   all   but   pacing   in   front   of   his   desk   as   he   ground   his   teeth   in   silent   agitation,      head   whipping   up   with   a   glare   at   the   sound   of   the   door   opening   once   more   before   his   expression   faltered   at   it   being   tony   who   stood   in   the   doorway.

"      ah..      tony,      "      he   began,      though   it   quickly   became   evident   that   he   didn't   quite   know   what   to   say   when   the   silence   was   never   filled   further.

[feyfire]

macabrepuppet sent:  ❛  we weren’t trying to be heroes.  ❜

“you were just trying to survive and make it back to us.”  fearne gets it.  not every action has to be for something.  sometimes interactions are purely transactional,  and that’s how life has always been for the faun.

laudna still looks a little lost,  and fearne wishes she knew how to make her feel better.  she doesn’t like seeing her friends upset,  and she’s so used to seeing laudna smile her way through almost any situation.  this shift is jarring.  fearne reaches out and gently touches laudna’s shoulder.

suddenly,  her eyes widen and she straightens a bit.  “would a poisonous flower make you feel better?”  she and laudna have an affinity for weird things.  after all,  they’re both weird beings.  she removes her hand from laudna’s shoulder and reaches up into her hair,  carefully removing one of the many flowers adorning her head.  she only keeps poisonous ones on her person.  little mister peeks out from under her hair at the sudden shift.

she produces a pretty pink oleander and holds it out to laudna,  a smile on her lips.

@macabrepuppet​      /      meme

[pyrrhicmessiah]

@myhiraeth​ said :   “  i  think  you  should  come  live  with  me  and  we  can  be  pirates.  ”   from lou   //   honestly i have no idea.

his efforts to take her mind off the dilemmas currently occupying the forefront of her mind succeed in making her laugh,   shaking her head and looking up at him.   the suggestion takes her back,   before the ground,   before the skybox   ---    before everything had become so incredibly fucked.   back to two alpha kids reading the old books so carefully preserved in the ark’s library;   back to sneaking them out under tshirts to read in their favorite alcove with a view of the moon rising.    stories of pirates sailing seven seas that they’d likely never get to experience,   considering the aftereffects of praimfiya.   still,   she can’t help her amused smile as the memories surface,   lips twitching despite her trying to remain serious in her response.   “   pirates haven’t been around for a long time,   lou.   i’m not sure now’s the time to bring them back.   ”

[addie1arue]

@rihtual sent: 'i've done bad things.' from norman ellison.

and this is what makes her job here not only lucrative, but possible — the desire to be seen. in a world torn by war, on a planet where no where feels safe anymore, adeline has a particular privilege in her anonymity. the secrets she fosters from place to place, from one side to the other, were safest with her because no one could remember what they had told or where they had heard it.

and something in her features seemed to bring the truth out of men. maybe it was the innocence they perceived there; the smattering of freckles that gave her a girlish charm or the youth on her features that was as much a farce as the names she gave or the accent she posed as she parted her soft pink lips (all part of the facade) to reply,

"war makes good men do things they never imagined they would do, not in a thousand years." and she had seen plenty of war now to know. "but i like to believe absolution is possible for anyone."

[a-m-archived]

damocles has been awake recently but I'm tired as fuck. so like this post and i send a ask.

please specify if you want it to he angst or fluff based. if neither or stated it will be a neutral ask.

[fell-down-the-well]

"Your secret is safe." [ a bit late, i hope that's okay !]

𝒜𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂: 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

. @arrachnes

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Her gingerbread irises peered up at him as he said that. She wasn't sure if he was being sincere--or if he was being sarcastically snarky. Normally she'd lean toward the latter, but a small hidden something in his tone made her question that. Weird as it was. She pursed her lips a bit.

But she also wondered--how he knew any of her secrets? Or did he even know a secret she held?

❝....What secret of mine would you have to keep...?❞

She asked, a tad warily, as was called for.

[divinitysheart]

WHAT COLOR DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE?

soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too.

You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better.

You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future.

It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

TAGGED BY (Stole from): @evcnthorizon​

TAGGING: Steal it from me !! >:3c

[deathrazed-moved]

          a   frustrated   groan   comes    from   the   redhead,    the   pan   of   mutated   soufflé    is   tossed   unceremoniously   on   a   table   in   the   home - ec   classroom.    the   teacher   allows   Georgia   to   bake   after   school,    learning   that   the   girl   is   often   left   home   alone   for   hours   on   end,    she   only   asks   for   a   piece   of   whatever   Georgia   makes.    fingers   rub   at   her   temples,    annoyance   growing    as   everything   seems   to   be   falling   apart    &    watches   how   the   soufflé   deflates   before   her   eyes.

@outahell​  ( eddie  →  georgia ) :  ❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

          head   snaps   to   the   doorway,    Eddie   Munson   leaning   against   the   frame    &    a   half - hearted   sigh   escapes   her.    ❝  you   have   no   idea.  ❞    straightening   up,    Georgia   frowns   momentarily   at   the   collapsed   dish   before   fully   facing   her   fellow   student.    ❝  how’s   your   day   going,    Eddie ?  ❞    wiping   her   hands   down   the   front   of   her   apron,    she   begins   the   process   of   making   a   cake       a   safer   bet   to   be   fully   successful.    ❝  wanna   help ?  ❞

[hexsrealityarchived]

The only April Fool’s joke happening here is me trying to get through all my February and March inbox messages and my drafts.

[xstrange]

@iorast​  asked  :    13

#13  :    devil’s  backbone    --    the  civil  wars

shaken   hands   creak   from   the   strain   upon   them   in   fists   made   of   stress,      the   sorcerer   sitting   on   the   bedside   and   leaning   over   a   previously-fallen   trickster.      mismatched   eyes   gleamed   with   magicks   as   he   siphoned   energy   from   himself,      and   into   loki   with   a   light   sheen   of   sweat   over   his   brow   in   exertion.      for   as   much   as   he   loathed   to   admit..   

"      i   don't   care   if   you're   a   bastard,      just   wake   up..      "      he   whispered   to   a   seemingly-unconscious   silver   tongue,      his   magicks   stopping   once   it   appeared   death   released   her   immediate   interest.

[pyrrhicmessiah]

muse a suffers an extreme trauma and wakes up with no memories but muse b at their side

send me a trope and i'll rate it from 1 - 10 on how likely i am to write it

lost memory trope!!!! ugh the spice, the ANGST. it's a 8/10 from me only because it makes me so sad but also pls sign me up immediately