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[ellies-enrichment]

The Bear + Text Posts

[noughticalcrossings]

Thomas Blanky

What in the name of God took you so fucking long

[virtual-boy]

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"Mmm, tasty! More, MORE!!!"

maestro from doctor who stimboard with dessert stims inspired by @leostimstuff's maestro cake board!

[mollyhale]

IT'S @mxlinoe DAY!!!!

[wingedjewels]

Thalurania furcata by Michel GIRAUD-AUDINE Via Flickr: Dryade à queue fourchue, Fork-tailed Woodnymph

[thevalicemultiverse]

To the group:

If you guys could turn into weapons, what kind of weapon or weapons would you want to turn into?

(VD would 100% be a sword)

Victor: [laughs] Is that because of my height, or... That being said, I guess I wouldn't mind being a sword. I'm not sure what kind, though.

Alice: Perhaps a rapier because you're so thin? And you can be pretty fast and agile when you want to be...me, I'd like to be my Vorpal Blade -- it's never let me down in a fight in Wonderland, and it's quite beautiful to boot.

Smiler: I'm not sure what I'd want to be -- I'm not really a fighter is the thing. I guess I'd want to be some sort of stunning weapon?

Victor: All I can picture is a big pole with a spinning spiral disc on it.

Smiler: [laughs] Yeah, that'd do!

[floripire]

@mvndrvke didn't ask but gets a starter anyway for bella

"are you sure you want to talk about this? emmett's right. i am a nerd. could talk for hours about different vampire strains and vampiric cultures - eastern ones, specifically. hence the existence of the vampire vade mecum i'm working on. surely there's a better way for you to spend your afternoon? like... hanging out with the wolves? i like wolves. well, one wolf in particular. but that's a very long story."

flori's eyes widen, then.

"not that i want you gone!" because that's the last thing the newest cullen wants (she'll keep her own last name, a tribute to the human family she's lost). "i figured it'd be only fair to give you a head's up."

[welcometothevale]

idea for a small farce of a thread:

Rose gets trapped in a store after closing and is starting to feel the effects of being contained in iron and shit. So she’d frantically texting your muse, but there’s not much service in the store (the never is, right?). So, all the texts lag going through, and when they do appear on your muse’s phone the texts are all out of order bc technology man.

Eventually rose is rescued from the store then that’s about it.

It’d be relatively short and quick.

[spaciebabie]

@kabra-malvada

❤️💖💛💙

[knashingmawz]

I should be paid to be this mentally ill and still sober

[quotation--marks]

What should I deserve to have thought of me, if I could sit down idly, and tamely wait the return of my jailor? No! liberty is one of the rights I put on when I put on the form of a man, and no event is of power to dissolve or abdicate that right.

William Godwin, St Leon: A Tale of the Sixteenth Century

[genpact-kinfessions]

This one is a left field fun fact, but I actually had an arranged marriage with Ayaka.

Wild right? Me having an arranged marriage with a Kamisato? It was some weird business thing between my father and her parents, and while arranged marriages weren't common in Mondstadt, they very much were in Inazuma. It quickly fell through when rhe Kamisatos almost fell apart, which ended up around the time my father died. Then also the nation closing off almost all trade ruined any possibility of a marriage, especially since the Kanjou Commission made it impossible to get anything from Mondstadt into Inazuma.

Which was unfortunate because Thoma was a childhood friend and he ended up being sent out to Inazuma with his parents for the arranged marriage, something about teaching Ayaka Mondstadt customs and culture. - #🕊🔥

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[floripire]

"when you find yourself the center of attention... it's not that they hate you. it's that... well. we're different."

practical magic › @wastheheart

there is no way she's going to fill the vade mecum of vampires in this lifetime. there are simply too many strains out there, and too many rules and regulations.

(the volturi, for one. those aligned with the night world, for another.)

of course, it won't do for one nosy neonate to reveal this preternatural world of theirs to unsuspecting humans. (certainly there are those who know, but those people often hail from families who've been entangled with this for generations now, like the gilberts.)

there is no way she's going to fill the vade mecum of vampires in this lifetime. but that doesn't mean she won't try. if anything, it's a way to distract herself from the fact that everyone - well, almost everyone - in this coven seems to hate her.

and it's like esme is the mind-reader, instead of edward, because the cullen matriarch - who is, in fact, so much more than a mere matriarch, though she carries the title well, wraps it around her like a cloak of feathers - needs only look at the newest member of the coven once to clock the problem.

"when you find yourself the center of attention..."

esme's voice is soft. sweet. pleasant. like a breeze on a hot summer day. not that forks sees very many of those, what with it's perpetual state of cloudiness. floribeth misses hot summer days.

the younger of the two lets out an almost mirthless chuckle. esme's not wrong. she's different. all of them are different. different strains of the same species, though there are subtle similarities.

"i just---" floribeth's fingers are no longer flying across the keyboard, though her laptop is still open on her lap. "---i've never been good with being the center of attention. and, honestly, i don't want to make things more... difficult for everyone by being here."

she wants a home.

she wants a place where her sire, derek machado, can't reach her.

she wants a place that her ex-boyfriend - a very human hunter, hell-bent on avenging his late sister - doesn't know about. (because if he doesn't know, he can't tell the fellow hunters that he runs with: a witch and another human, respectively.)

she wants a place to be safe from triad industries, because she'll die. she'll simply die before she goes back to their detention facility.

most of all, she wants a mom and a dad, and siblings. floribeth's never had siblings before, ever, what with her being an only child. and certainly, certainly, she's got relatives out there, witch-relatives, but they've not yet came forward to claim her.

perhaps they don't know about her. or perhaps, and this makes more sense in her mind, they simply don't want her.

"'cause the rules, they're set in place for a reason, right? i don't want those crusty italian vampires knocking on your door and i certainly don't want triad industries to catch wind of, well, you all existing and, ah, maintaining a vegan lifestyle." a beat and then: "if it really causes this much tension and strife, i---i can go. i can pack my things right now and i'll be gone by nightfall."

"...it's not that they hate you. it's that... well. we're different."

esme's words finally land, then, and any other day it would've been comical, the way floribeth's gazing up at her, mouth open, like she's just seen fish fly.

(there are actually flying fish out there in the world - parexocoetus brachypterus - but that's neither here nor there.)

"but...but i thought, i mean, all this time." her lower lip quivers. her eyes fill with tears. between one heartbeat and the next, the laptop is placed down onto the coffee table with utmost care and floribeth leans over to give esme a hug.

"thank you."

[welcometothevale]

Fun Game I Keep Seeing on the Dash

Are you Myra or Rose's types?

[manyfucks]

"excuse me." she is wearing the garb of this land: a lab coat. a visitor's 'pass'. miranda's old boney forefinger points at the canteen's plastic cutlery container. at the fork. mia winters, years prior to her true destiny that neither she nor miranda can yet know, is in her way. the woman starts as she means to go on.

@terrorgone didn't ask for a starter but. pass the fork

[baeshijima]

imagine being a baker stationed in marmoreal market, okhema.

it has been a few months since you first started the business. as is with most, it was a slow start. in the beginning only few took interest, probably curious about the new the dessert shop popping up from seemingly nowhere. you’d garnered a loyal set of regulars, however, who always came for either something sweet to kickstart their day before work, or to treat themselves before they went back home.

in between those times? sparse. but you made it work… somehow.

what it did allow for, however, was the trial and error of new desserts! you can’t always be following the same recipes as everyone else; you have to put you and your craft out there!

…which brings you to now.

“so?” you prod, fiddling with the hem of your apron as you watch mydei chew a piece of the freshly baked golden honeycake. “how is it?”

having mydei in your shop is nothing new. he was the first to know about you wanting to open this shop in the first place, after all — back when you were an aspiring baker and he a runaway crown prince trying to find refuge for his people in okhema. despite his duties as a chrysos heir, he still manages to pop in every day when not away for a mission. how? well, you chalk it up to his sweet tooth and appointed position as your official taste tester.

a pleased hum escapes him; the soft clinks of cutlery rings out once more.

“i prefer your version of the golden honeycake compared to the traditional one,” he comments, taking another bite of the pancake. lifting his gaze to meet yours, a fork is outstretched towards you, a neatly cut square of the golden honeycake skewered on its prongs. “what made you want to change the recipe?”

“oh, that?” arms braced against the small two-person table, you lean towards the fork. a soft sweetness coats your tongue as you concoct a reply. “well, i wanted to make something you would like as a little thank you. you’ve supported me to pursue this dream for a while now. if it weren’t for you…” your voice tapers, eyes softening and lips spreading into an appreciative smile as you meet his slightly widened eyes. “if it weren’t for you, i doubt i would’ve had the courage to make it this far. so thank you, mydei, for being with me during this time.”

“it’s… it’s no problem.” mydei responds after a brief silence, the words briefly interrupted by a swift clearing of his throat as he glances away. “think nothing of it.”

save for your pleased hums, idle comments on new recipes you want to try, and the bustle of marmoreal market just beyond the walls, tranquility befalls your space.

when mydei calls out your name, you halt at the unusually resolute tone. “your efforts will come to fruition. i will make sure of that.”

---

well. sure enough, his words came true. the sight of the shop filled with customers and the long queue trickling into marmoreal market is evident proof of that.

when faced with the sudden influx of customers just two weeks ago, you thought it might’ve been a hallucination concocted by zagreus themself to torment you.

it was only after the thirteenth order of golden honeycake did you start to suspect zagreus wouldn’t waste their time on such a trivial matter on a speck of dust such as yourself. the real nail in the coffin was when you overheard some rather telling chatter between two ladies.

“wow! this modified version of the golden honeycake really is amazing! no wonder crown prince mydeimos loves it!”

“i wonder how they managed to get him to promote it…”

…if you knew having mydei say a few good words about your baked goods would boost your sales exponentially, you would have asked if he wanted to be a part-timer back when you first opened! looking at his withering stare and rather prominent frown as he waits for you to finish your closing shift, however, has you rethinking the choice.

(well, even with him being a prude, mydei would still undeniably draw in customers, so maybe asking him wouldn’t do any harm…)

unbeknownst to you, mydei’s down-trodden mood has to do with the very customers you’re trying to draw in. maybe if he wasn’t so weak to your dismayed gaze and kicked puppy demeanour when a less than satisfactory number of customers came into the shop every now and then, he wouldn’t be feeling so neglected by the attention you’re giving to the crowds of customers now barging their way into your shop.

a subtle grimace flashed across his features. what are they, a bunch of starving dogs fighting to get their meals? don’t they know basic manners? etiquette?

seriously, just until recently it was always quiet in the mornings. it was always just you baking and getting the store ready, and him watching you do your craft, helping out wherever he could — namely in taste-testing said baked goods.

in spite of the part of himself which regrets spreading the word of your talents and having them hog all your attention, the larger part of himself knows you deserve all of this at the very least.

he has witnessed your dedication and continuous efforts to make this dream of yours come true throughout the years you’ve known each other, and it certainly would be no lie if he said you’d weasled your way into his heart. from that day you’d offered him and his people baked goods and drinks upon their arrival in okhema, mydei should have known there would be no escape from seeking you out, ultimately causing this all-consuming fondness for you to grow by the day.

leaning back with a heavy sigh, mydei glances over at the counter where you’re still hard at work. really, your closing hours are soon. should he perhaps stand menacingly at your side to shoo away the customers? no, maybe just directly making them leave would be the most efficient. and—

a torrent of warmth engulfs him, clinging to his skin. mouth slightly agape, he can only gaze wordlessly at your joyful interactions.

…perhaps a few more customers would do no harm. just a few, though.

(curse that heart-melting smile of yours. it truly is the bane of his existence.)