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[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."

[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?"

[xgoldina]

Medina didn’t flinch when he stumbled—just took another sip, letting the quiet grin play on her lips like he’d passed some ridiculous test she never announced. “A pity pour,” she echoed, swirling the glass once before taking a long, deliberate drink. “How charming. Should I return the favor with a sympathy secret? Something easy on the brain?” She gave him a beat to prepare before leaning in just slightly, enough for the words to feel like something just for him. “I once told a man I cursed his blood so it would taste like bleach to vampires. Watched him spiral for weeks. No spell, obviously—just salt in his tea every time he looked away.” She straightened again, entirely casual. “People believe what they’re afraid of. That’s a real secret.” A slight lift of her glass. “Cheers to conversational excellence.”

Avi snorts, shakes his head and reaches for a bottle he knows has more bite, something a step above cheap liquor since apparently, she has standards. He has his moments, too, so he doesn't complain.

"That's not a secret, that's indecision."

Avi begins to pour, knowing he'll probably hear about this from Kingsley or an irate bartender later who can't reconcile the end-of-night inventory, but it's nothing he can't fix with his pockets. "You get a pity pour," and he sets the full glass down in front of her before topping his own off. He takes a sip, tops it off again. Another sip, another pour. His throat burns but his veins feel hot and his head swims. There, that'll do. He's sufficiently buzzed for now, so he hops back over the counter, though with a a little bit of a stumble.

"Now, then. What's this deal with this half-baked secret of yours, hm? I promise, I'm an excellent conversationalist." Humble too, obviously.

[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.

[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."

[pressure-thechasm]

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

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

@voidruby

[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”.

[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

[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.

[goldstien]

“yeah, but only if i get to wear headphones or something. my hearing's already shot, don't need it to go out fully.” though the more he sees elliot around, the idea of learning sign language isn't such a bad idea. seems useful at the very least, if not more communicative in other ways. hm. “out of punishment, yeah, maybe something like a habitual embarrassment thing more than anything else. dunno, people think different things fit other things. you're braver than me for havin' a kid.” maybe if kiernan wasn't so young, he'd be thinking different — elias seemed to have a decent head on his shoulder, and cece was funny if not a little bit endearing, so all seems well in their circles. “see, like, that's true. don't be fuckin' stingy and mopey if you're expecting gucci inside of an easter egg.” is that what they were talking about again? “yeah - might find a kindergarten teacher and give it to her for those rewards or something. better than getting a gold star on a piece of paper.” 

follows behind her like a good little duck. and if cece was the real ticket to getting good prizes? then, well, maybe kiernan'd be damned. kid was smart. quick, even, if she wanted even more credit. he blinks once, three times. “okay, well, damn kid. they're all yours. i think you kind of deserve it if you're playin' this on easy mode.” he clearly was not.

"Sometimes think why can't adults also scream out in public. Some days call for it, y'know?" Eli chuckled, shaking his head. If only that'd be a thing. "Out of embarrassment or punishment? If it's punishment that's wild to me. Talk about not fitting the crime." Cece rolled her eyes, "people that shouldn't participate. If you're already rich then what are you doing. Whatever, maybe stingy people get bogus prizes." she sighed and shrugged tiny shoulders. "It was fun end of the day. Most towns don't do this so we are lucky. I might just give it to a shelter. It's still food."

He smiled as she walked faster than him trying to get behind a child, no older than three he supposed, who had dropped a few eggs as they walked. Cece turned to look at Kiernan and pointed at the forgotten eggs dropped. Standing proudly beside it, cece grinned. "See, easy. You tried too hard."

[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

[amareillmare]

@lordblacktyde The Lord of Il Mare had accompanied the Royal Family, his family, to Valtolia for better or potentially worse. He'd made a promise to Aurelius that this trip would be one of decompress after the king assumed that Amare remained too high strung regardless of this new era of peace.

ALLEGED new era of peace. Even as he stood among the intermingled people of all the nations, he remained with a fluke in his hand, passing glares to those around him as if he was just waiting for malice of one of the foreign powers to finally give...

As he finally turns, he finds himself standing face to face with the Medesi Master of Coin. An acquaintance for years at this point in his life; one he found enough joy in to actually crack a smile.

"Lord Blacktyde. So you've traveled here as well? A pleasure to see another familiar face from home. How have the days been treating you?"