#a storm. dammit.

[cha-mij]

Attempting to resist the overwhelming urge to spend another several hundred hours playing the three Witchers by listening to the soundtracks is probably not the best tactic.

[jazzkrebber]

shskwndksndksns when Jesper tells Wylan "this isn't your fight, you know" and yes it's obvious my boy's hopelessly in love and is worried ab his bf but I WILL NEVER GET OVER THE FACT THAT IT REALLY ISNT WYLAN'S FIGHT HE'S JUST IN IT FOR PROTECTION FROM HIS FATHER AND JESPER DOESN'T KNOW AND THEN WYLAN CHANGES THE SUBJECT WITH THE "Jesper Fahey are you worried about me?" AHHHHHHHHHHHH

[toanw]

my "main" fanseries (i.e. the oldest and most developed) PikaPika Tropica Precure! finally got to polishing their designs ✨

[stormbreaker-290]

H

Hey chat

Hey guys wait a minute

P lease

Theres no way one of my random Mal simpage text posts is in my TOP THREE MOST POPULAR POSTS--

[avengingannie]

*laces up clown shoes*

Okay, so if the final mystery slot in the Bells Hells merch graphic here is, in fact, a piece of Dorian merch (makes sense, based on color), I would bet anything that Robbie's back at the table either the final episode in March or the first episode in April.

The Fearne duster dropped week one of March. Orym jacket dropped week one of February. Chetney hoodie dropped week two of January, but only because CR wasn't back on air till that week.

Assuming they intend to time the merch release with Dorian's return, AND they stick to the monthly merch drop they've established in 2024, it'll probably happen after Robbie's back, so that timing makes sense to me.

*honks loudly in clown*

[reassambled-dragoon]

GUYS I THINK I FUCKED UP--

[loomsims]

The day ends with Eddy eating dinner all pitifully like he didn't just let this man steal his tiki torch and toilet. The robber hasn't shown his face since! He must know that i'm not gonna let this slide...

[auguststormstories]

August 29th, in the year 2024

Famous? Rich? Known?

None of the things she wanted were going the way that she hoped when she desperately needed them to. The rent was important; it needed to be paid but there wasn’t a hurry up button on her paycheck. No one seemed to have an attitude of “oh we’ll give you a couple of days.” No, it was now or prepare to be escorted by the police out of the house. Well giddyup, she thought with a nervous sneer, thanks for making up my mind.

The way to get to the solution was through that door, one that she knew intimately since the day her husband left. She stared at it with painful longing; what was her life was immediately saddled with the realization that her life was fundamentally different. Again with the nervous sneer, this time at the spotless life her replacement gave her former partner willingly and with some sense of self-respect. How was she able to manage such a smile with knowing her success was hurting her with all the effect of a hornet’s sting. A hornet’s sting? I don’t even know what that feels life, she mumbled in her head. What the fuck is a hornet?

What was her name? That was a question she was muddling through. The name Addison was new and familiar but that was not a name she could use with any seriousness. She tried it on once more and with it typed the following letter:

To Whom It May Concern:

Due to my ex husband running out on me and taking our mutual partner on a lavish trip, I am unable to maintain the property agreement that we had agreed to when we were together. As I am the only participant left in the contract, I would like to be released from the duty of owing the remainder of the leasing agreement. Please call me at XXX-XXX-XXXX to acknowledge receipt of this notice.

Thank you,

Addison Paul

With the letter written with her chosen name, she decided to make known to the community that her departure was imminent. Moreover, there was the problem of seeing to the magic that was still causing a black hole to grow in her living room. At least that wasn’t the worst thing today.

--from A Dark Place by LandBear June

[duchesskatriel]

Guys

Guys

Guys

1. 2.

[marshalforgotten]

What's Attractive About You?

Her mentor warned her about this. Perhaps she should consider being crueler? She supposed the gardenia and zaluzianskya scents have yet to leave her as well, otherwise why else would aroma be mentioned?

[wall-legion]

You know, Fortnite kind of sucks, but I wish other games would take notes from them and let you buy emotes and dances. I would dump so many gems into ArenaNet's pockets for the ability to finally swap off racially locked dances and make Garrus hit the gritty or some shit.

[baeshijima]

no bc i love them sm none of u understand just how dear they are to me 😭

[sleepynegress]

So, I just saw on my timeline that a young black goth artist who I am rooting for, Baby Storme is complaining because she got kicked out of a Target for trying to film a video there and... As an old... Um, what happened to the weird kids actually being weird? WTH are you doing trying to film in a Target of all places in the first place??? I mean you did the obvious thing and filmed in a graveyard already, but there are still crooked trees, ugly statues, public fountains, rumored haunted places... Hell, even a dumpsite would be more interesting. But a TARGET? Use your imagination, chica.

[rubiesintherough]

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[stormbreaker-290]

Bestie I don’t think either of us are very normal if we think wireplay is cool and intamite

😔😔

[x-luscious-lucius-x]

The Fallout ....

It had been days since they'd last seen Phoebus, they had been unable to find him, just waiting for news of him for so long. Anything could have happened. What if they couldn't find him? What if they did but they were too late?

Bella and Lucius were all but out of their minds, as was Axe. Her and Bella had wanted to keep Phoebus's disappearing act from Lucius and her husband, but as the hours passed they'd had to tell them what had transpired. Vittoria had done her best to placate them all to tell them all that she was sure he was fine but the more she said it the more she doubted herself.

The hours had turned into days and the days passed with no word from him, slowly they had all had to face the possibility that they may have lost him.

Vittoria's head was swimming with thoughts as she walked through the hospital in search of Phoebus. What if it was now him she found in a hospital bed? What if she found his lifeless body? She couldn't bear this any longer, it was torture.

She'd already checked the hospital when he first went missing but at the time he and the girl were nowhere to be found.

She didn't know what she'd do were she to actually find her reckless grandson. Part of her wanted to throttle him, the other just wanted to hold him tightly. She could only hope he was safe, hiding somewhere, and the Dark Lord hadn't actually set his daughter out to trap her grandson in some awful plot to kill him.

Then another awful thought crossed her mind, what if he had done as his father had done all those years ago? When she and Axe had forbidden him from seeing Bella ever again? He had said she was like family to him, clearly he was besotted, whether that was genuine or because of the girls Vela powers remained to be seen. Vela's could easily drive a man to killing himself - what about a young impressionable man like her Grandson, her Phoebus?

No! A shiver ran down her spine. No, she couldn't think upon it, she couldn't bear it, she shook her head, willing the thoughts to dissipate.

She had asked the hospital to inform her if they heard anything about Phoebus, or the girl.

Finally she had been contacted and informed that the girl was now here after being admitted, no one was to be told and it was being keep very hush hush, but being the owner of the hospital did indeed have some perks.

Just as she'd suspected, Theodore had arranged to bring the girl in. Vittoria was just making her way towards the girls room when she saw a tuft of thick brown curl hair out of the corner of her eye, her heart sunk it couldn't be? She whipped around to see that it was indeed her feckless grandson.

She couldn't deny the relief that washed over her to see him alive, seemingly unhurt. She rushed over, making her way to him, though she couldn't be seen with him, not like this, not here: she was too well known. So she walked behind him silently, making sure not to alert him, she waited until he was completely alone and no one was looking before she grabbed him, turning and apperating them both away with a pop before anyone noticed.

Vittoria took them to one her many apartments, she'd had it long before she married Axe. Her father gave it to her as a present for her seventh birthday, to help her build her property portfolio, she'd always cherished it deeply because it was the first thing she'd properly owned. That being said, she also knew it would be the last place any one else would look for her and for now, she wanted to be alone with Phoebus. Before her wilful Grandson could escape or pop off once more she was around him casting every charm she could muster. Making sure no one could come in - nor out of the property until she decided they could.

She clicked her fingers and summoned her most trusted elf,

"Go and tell Mistress Malfoy that I have Phoebus, tell her he is alive, he is safe and that I will send for her when I am ready, you are not to bring anyone here nor tell anyone where we are. You are not allowed back until I summon you, I forbid it, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." The elf squeaked and popped from sight.

Finally, she threw her arms around her Grandson and hugged him, truly so grateful to know that he was alive, "I am so so happy you're ok, well, alive, you certainly don't look ok." she held him tightly for a long while, before pushing him back to arms length and shaking him,

"How could you be so stupid, oh my darling boy what have you done?" She sighed defeatedly, releasing him. "Don't even think of running, you don't know where we are, and you are trapped with me, until I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear Phoebus?" She said to him sternly, raising her eyebrow at him.