#gaveth you

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Hi its me your boss. Just came to say i know i didnt train or support or guide you at any step in the process but why did you fuck it up so bad lol are you stupid or something? Ok good luck fixing it bye

[fitzembarrassingmoments]

THE WHOLE EPISODE WAS ABOUT A BUNCH OF CHARAVTERS BASICALLY BEING IN A LEE MOOD HELP MEEEEEE 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

[marcus--666]

Mohg, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip-

Varre: In our favorite piece of shit!

Baku: Doing 95!

Morgott: We’re gonna fucking die!

Morgott: Where art thou going? Mohg: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Morgott: Whom wouldst thou kill out of the four of us, Raine?

Raine: Varre, easily.

Varre, incredulous: What the fuck, man.

Raine: Well, Baku would be too easy. He’d probably be into it.

Baku, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Baku: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Raine made me get tested.

Morgott: H-how doth thee asketh someone out?

Baku: Well, first-

Varre: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Morgott: …And thou accepted?

Varre: Hey, can we stay in your palace tonight?

Raine: Why?

Varre: Baku fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Varre: Lord Mohg doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Raine: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Morgott: Twas I…

Raine: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Raine, walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone :

Baku: Hey, Raine, how was your day?

Raine picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Baku: Hell.

Morgott, watching this unfold, whispers: Who hurt thee?

Baku, Raine & Mohg: *screaming*

Varre, runs into the room: What's wrong, my Lord Mohg?!

Baku: Wait, why are you asking Mohg that when Raine and I are also here?

Varre: Because Lord Mohg wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Mohg: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Mohg: I will not yield.

Varre: I'm not that stupid! Baku: Varre, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Varre: LORD MOHG TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Baku, looks at Raine: Baby boy. Baby. Baku, looks at Varre: Evil.

Morgott, holding a rock: Raine gaveth this to me and hath said "I feeleth like thee des'rve the moon but all I can giveth thee is a rock"

Mohg: If you don't marry him, I will.

Raine: Why is Varre crying on the floor?

Mohg: He's drunk.

Raine: And?

Mohg: He saw a picture of Baku's husband.

Raine: But he's Baku's husband.

Mohg: I know.

[ppeonppeonhan]

My 2022 Spotify BL Dramas Wrapped Report: Best Scenes

BEST ONE-SIDED LOVE STORY: My Only 12%

Eiw displayed an incredible amount of self control considering his bff Cake had no understanding of the concept of personal space.

BEST RESISTANCE TO ROMANCE: Semantic Error

Jae Young is SUCH a tease. I absolutely loved how he gave Sang Woo a trial experience of what it would be like to date him, and then immediately cut it off. So savage.

BEST FLIRTATION: The Eclipse

Speaking of teases, Akk was going through it in this series. It took a WHILE for our boy Aye to win him over but he was a persistent king, and you had to respect his game.

BEST SLOW BURN: The Eclipse

This series also wins for the payoff of waiting for Akk to FINALLY initiate a kiss. And he doesn't just initiate, he does a callback to a series of kisses that Aye requested in the past. *chef's kiss*

BEST DECLARATION OF LOVE: KinnPorsche

Say what you will about the toxicity of how Vegas and Pete started their relationship. We were all holding our breaths after Vegas got shot, praying there was another scene. And boy did they deliver. Not only was he alive, Pete was at his side, ready to risk it all.

BEST ROMANTIC KISS: Bad Buddy

The world motherf*cking stopped. The gif Gods gaveth for weeks. Tearful, passionate, and briefly tragic -- it was everything.

BEST SEXY KISS: Rommates of Poongduck 304

I know it is wild of me -- in the era of KinnPorsche and Love in the Air -- to give this honor to a tame Korean BL that barely anyone saw, but THAT’S why it was so sexy. By the time you were done with those other shows, you were practically desensitized to kissing. This was unexpected, and left you wanting more. It could launch a 1,000 fan fics.

BEST EROTIC SCENE: KinnPorsche

I mean...need I say more. This series was such a raw and playful depiction of queer sex. It never tried too hard to be sexy. It felt like you were peeking in on private moments between a real couple who enjoyed exhibitionism.

BEST CHAOTIC SEX SCENE: Love in the Air

KinnPorsche def had an entire montage of chaotic lovemaking, but nothing will top baby-gay Rain domming his daddy Payu.

BEST BREAKUP: Love Mechanics

#JusticeforVee -- this man had more patience than any man I've ever seen in my life. And Mark knew how to tear out a man's heart with his words. Cut so deep he even hurt himself.

BEST PLOT TWISTS: Not Me

Love a twin plot. Love a crime plot. Love a thriller. And Gun was out here working overtime to serve us plot twists, double crosses, and misdirection. He deserves all the awards.

[murnswhyte]

T.T.L.G.

Today is ripe with consequence

We see it in each breath

To touch and feel, to truly feel-

What is life without death?

To begin again, again, again,

It tires a sharp mind

‘Cause when you lose what you had loved,

The world seems much less kind.

I speak not of a person’s death,

Or loss of a beloved

But of that creeping dying of

What another gaveth of-ed.

When you see through the charade and then,

The glass it has been shattered,

You realize the reflection you once had sought

Wasn’t the only thing that mattered.

Unpublished Works

Seppie

January 2014

[ofcelestialstories]

@pennedfairytales || Magnus & anyone

.｡.:*☆ “Some of the people here have no sense of fashion,” Magnus mused as he looked around, making a face as he did. “But, the drinks are nice, and they do play the right music. Who knows, maybe I can even steal some of the ideas for my own place.”

He shrugged and gavethe person standing next to him a grin. “Damn, I am sorry for the rambling. Mean, you certainly came here to have a good time. And not to hear me complain about the other clubbers around us - right?"

[dandelion-grl]

stop having playful banter…. i’m gonna be sick

transcriptions under the cut

IMAGE 1:

‘Thank you Grandma. And now show us where it speaks of the devil and what the book says about devils. This time ‘tis grateful i’d be to heareth more, for to learn the ways and meanes ye did use to deal with him most curious am I.’

‘Careful, Geralt’ chuckled Dandelion. ‘you’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s an infectious mannerism.’

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‘And who told you to give him so many?’ Dandelion was enraged. ‘It stands written in the book, one fistful to take. yet ye gaveth of balls a sackful! Ye furnished him with ammunition for two years, the fools ye be!’

‘Careful,’ smiled the witcher. ‘you’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s infectious.’

‘Thank you.’

[swoobatte]

you’re alive!! :)

amazing work

-vsa (not going to bother pinging the blog you know who i am)

Thank thou. I appreciate all the advice that thou gaveth me before hand :>

[virtualtoybox]

Only Boyfriend - Brendan Maclean || Like Real People Do - Hozier || The Rescue - The Mandalorian || Between The Breaths - Mitski 

[idealuk]

Bisexuals aren't ready for Sept. 20th.

We'll be getting Buck and Eddie back, we'll still have Michael (canonically bi), Alex (canonically gay/played by a bisexual), and Isobel (canonically bi), and then, at midnight, Adam Groff (canonically bi) is going to slap us in the face with his huge dick an entire season of being newly out and having a kick-ass boyfriend. Think about it. ALL of that bisexual energy in less than a single 24-hour cycle.

... And, before any one points out my own clear omittance of citation of Buck and Eddie’s queerness, consider that I could give citation to all of the others and ask yourself if you truly believe that they act any less queer - when putting under a microscope all of the heart!eyes that go both ways, the obvious jealousy/possessiveness, furtive ass stares, raising a whole-ass child together, and how the child acts as such - and tell me if you still feel strong in your argument. Michael and Alex are cosmically in love (and might finally be a couple by said time), Isobel has tried every position with Blaire, and Adam blew Eric, and wants to hold his hand as he makes him sparkle, but an other Blaire [A.K.A. Elf Helper (bring her back, Tim, bring her back!)] would have to just assume that Buck and Eddie are just as queer.

Get ready for a stark(😉) uptick in bisexual representation, people, it is coming!🤲🏻 ... Let’s just hope that it all has a decent enough payout.🤞🏻

E.T.A.: Big oops to me. “Sex Education” actually comes back on the 17th. It’s some thing else that comes back on the 21st, but I can’t remember what, like that matters. Either way, we’re not ready for that week, and it better be all that we deserve.

Sad/mixed E.T.A.: Effoff taketh, but Malex gaveth, and Buddie's about to giveth some more.

[my-thinking-makes-it-so]

The Journal of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.

The foolish king is not knowing that of what he asks. That gent asks wh're the corpse of the fool lies, but if 't be true that he asks shouldst that gent not know the answ'r? F'r to not know the answ'r to a question that one asks wouldst mean that one wouldst not be able to bid if 't be true the p'rson answ'ring the questioneth w're falsing 'r telling the truth. And only a fool wouldst doth such a foolish thing. So at which hour about the wh'reabouts of the corse of the daws corse i respond'd yond t is enshielf. As that gent hadst nay way of telling wheth'r 'r not i wast being truthful, the fooleth, i gaveth that gent a hint. "You shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby," is what I hath said.

- Hamlet

[redphlox]

I'm disappointed there’s not another Spanish word in Dabi's dialogue in 302. The official English translation gaveth us Spanish-speaking Dabi, and it tooketh him away. My shitposts would have come full circle if Dabi had said, "Well, I did say adiós back then" instead of "it's just deserts." I never understood what that expression meant and now I'm even more confused and mourning the loss for more jokes I could have made that would make y’all block me. What’s even funnier to me is that Dabi DOES say “you reap what you sow” in the official Spanish translation lmao

[doomdaysdecays]

Hair

Original: Whumper ran their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "So soft. Just like a little kitten." Purred Whumper lovingly. Whumpee squirmed while laying in Whumper's lap.

Whumpee wasn't used to Whumper's touch being so inviting and soft. Whumpee knew they shouldn't, but they felt safe. The thought of feeling safe in their arms made Whumpee ridicule themselves. 

Whumper gave Whumpee's hair a harsh tug. As Whumpee yelped in pain, Whumper gave a giggle. "Can't have you enjoying yourself, now can we?" Questioned Whumper.

---

Shakespearean: Whump'r ranneth their fing'rs through whumpee's hair. "so soft. Just liketh a dram kitten. " purr'd whump'r lovingly. Whumpee squirm'd while laying in whump'r's lap. 

whumpee wasn't hath used to whump'r's toucheth being so inviting and soft. Whumpee kneweth those gents shouldn't, but those gents hath felt safe. The bethought of humour safe in their arms madeth whumpee ridicule themselves.

whump'r gaveth whumpee's hair a harsh tugeth. As whumpee yelp'd in teen, whump'r gaveth a giggle. "can't has't thee enjoying yourself, anon can we?" did question whump'r.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Gene Pool

(Read Anne as Courtney!Anne)

Word count: 2917

Prompt: Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

———————

A loud groaning noise vibrated through the walls of the theater, catching Anne’s attention as she was getting dressed to leave after that day’s evening show. To her left, Aragon wrinkled her nose in distaste.

“They still haven’t fixed those damn pipes?” She said. “Some high quality theater this is.”

“I think it’s fine,” Cleves shrugged. “It’s fun to tell young fans that it’s a ghost.”

“Of course you would do that.” Anne laughed.

“Shall we wait for you?” Aragon asked the green queen, as she and Cleves had finished changing.

“Nah, go without me,” Anne said. “I’ve got some things to do.”

In which, those “things” were cheering up a certain blonde girl.

Anne noticed Joan acting rather stressed and aloof for awhile, but it wasn’t until she spiraled into a panic attack out of nowhere the day before that she finally decided to really do something. She was going to treat the poor music director to a dinner of her choice and just be there for her, and hopefully get the truth of her current state out of her in the process.

“Oh, m’lady!” Anne chirped, prancing into Joan’s dressing room. “Gath'r thy belongings, mine own lief! It’s timeth to wend!”

She stopped in the doorway, noticing that Joan was still in her costume.

The girl didn’t acknowledge her...or maybe she didn’t even hear her. She just remained hunched over her desk. Anne thought she may have been asleep, as she did sometimes nod off, but she saw the subtle twitch of her shoulders and heard the smallest sniff emit from her timid music director.

“The young wench gaveth nay cleareth response.” Anne narrated. She dramatically leaned against the wall. “Ign'r'd by mine own owneth kin! Thee curs'd robe stealeth'r! How couldst thee doth this to me?!”

No response.

Anne pursed her lips and stepped closer.

“Prithee! Doth not doth this to me! Pri— Joan?”

Anne stopped her charade when she heard the tiniest whimper. In an instant, her maternal instincts are kicked in and she sets a hand on Joan’s shoulder, which causes a second whimper to bubble up. Then, Joan is twisting around in her chair and burying her head against her stomach, weeping.

“Anne— Oh, Anne, I-I messed up! I-I thought I could—” Joan’s strange babbling broke off into incoherent sobbing.

“Hey, hey,” Anne wrapped her arms around the trembling girl. “Hey, shh... Shh... It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” Joan ripped away. Her eyes are wide with terror. “I-it’s not okay! I-I...”

She looked down at her hands as if they were drenched in blood and broke down into a fresh fit of tears.

“Come here, sweet girl...” Anne gathered Joan back into her arms and held her tightly. She rubs her back comfortingly. “Shh, shh... I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“A-Annie,” Joan squeaked out. “I-I’m s-so sorry...”

“It’s okay, Joan. You’re allowed to cry.”

“N-no—“ Joan sniffled. “N-not...not about that. About...”

Anne furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

“What?”

Joan leaned back. She’s hugging herself tightly, not making eye contact. Then, her gaze shifts to her desk, and Anne follows.

Joan’s work table is always a mess, but now it just looks like a hurricane had blown across it. Dozens of papers are scattered across the top, and there are several more that are crumpled into balls or ripped or completely shredded. Ink of various colors is splattered on the white wood, staining it permanently. Books are open and leaned against the wall- books about human anatomy and skeletons and body parts.

It takes a moment for Anne to realize that this was not music director work.

“Joan, what’s all this?” Anne asked. She picked up the nearest paper and read it over.

The paper had a crude drawing of a human at the center with notes written all over the sides, several of which were scribbled out, seemingly incorrect. The person had an animal skull over the head, which Anne assumed to be a deer’s. On the top, a few words were written, “Cadaver?? Deer??? Stag??”

“Are you taking up an interest in forensics?” Anne laughed slightly. “Joan, sweetheart, that’s nothing to be ashamed of! Bessie already—”

“No!” Joan cried. “Y-you don’t...” She gripped her forearms tightly and rocked back and forth in the chair. Something was making the poor thing very distressed. “I-I can’t... I can’t hide this from you anymore, can I?”

Anne blinked. She slowly set the paper down and cupped Joan’s tear stained face.

“Joan, baby, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

A few fresh tears slipped out of Joan’s eyes. Anne gingerly wiped them away with her thumb.

“Talk to me, darling.” Anne murmured to her. “Please. I’m worried about you.”

Joan sniffled. She pulled away from Anne and scrubbed at her eyes before standing up.

“Okay,” She whispered. “Do you have any food?”

“Food?” Anne blinked

“Yeah.”

Confused, Anne dug through her purse and pulled out an energy bar. Joan smiled weakly and took it from her, then also swiped a small journal from underneath a pile of papers, causing it to topple over in an avalanche of white.

“Thanks. Come on.”

Anne followed Joan out of the dressing room, down a hallway, and towards a back section of the theater that nobody really went to just because it seemed creepy. And they were right to think that, because Joan opened a set of double doors that were usually always locked with a key she slips out from her back pocket.

“Where are we going?” Anne asked as they walked down another corridor, this one much more rundown and dim.

“The basement.” Joan answered grimly.

“This place has a basement?”

“...Yeah.” There’s anxiety flashing through Joan’s eyes. Anne tried to calm her by placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but it did little to help. “Anne— I-“ The words die. Joan has to think for a moment before she tries to speak again. “I was...alone for a long time before you came along and took me under your wing. I had a lot of time to think. And one thing I could never get out of my head was how we got here. Reincarnation, I mean.”

“Yeah...?” Anne said, not really understanding.

Joan stopped at a staircase that seemingly led into a pitch black void. She spun around to face Anne. An unreadable emotion has replaced the anxiety in her bloodshot grey eyes.

“If we could be brought back to life, could the same happen to other people?” She said. “I— I was so fascinated by this that I started coming up with all these scenarios.” She opened the journal and showed Anne a page scrawled with pictures of humans and skeletons, triangles, beams of light, and other strange symbols. She’s smiling slightly. “I call it the ‘reincarnation theory.’ It’s what I’ve been using as an answer for all of this.” She points to three lightning bolts. “Think of it like Frankenstein. With enough electricity, a person can be revived. But what about a person who’s been dead for five hundred years?”

Anne wasn’t sure how to answer that, but Joan wasn’t looking for a reply.

“And do they have to be important? Like you and the other queens! Perhaps you being here is the ‘electricity’ that me and the ladies in waiting needed to come back. So would that work with other people, too? Other- other people from our time? People close to us?”

Then, her grin fell. A look of guilt and fear twists her features again.

“I...I haven’t been staying late to work on music director stuff.” She whispered.

Joan spun around and promptly walked down the staircase, nothing bothering to turn on any lights. If there were lights at all.

Anne hesitated, then followed.

“What are you talking about?” She asked. She had never been so confused and unnerved in her life.

Joan doesn’t answer. All she does is look at Anne pitifully, then turns her gaze forward again.

After a few seconds of walking, Joan opens another locked door at the bottom of the staircase, and they step into a nearly pitch-black room. The only light inside was a furnace-like piece of machinery in the back, which glowed a soft orange color. It seemed to be a boiler room of sorts.

“Joan...” Anne whispered warily.

She quickly realized why Joan hadn’t been speaking.

The low groan of the leaky pipes rumbled from somewhere in the darkness.

But it wasn’t the pipes.

Anne watched in frozen horror as something slinked out of the shadows. Its greyish skin and misshapen figure was like anything she had ever seen before. Inhumanly long fingers with hooked nails scratched quietly against the cracked tile in front of it. Long, disjointed feet pushed the rest of its scraggly, naked body along. When it raised its head, it had no eyes, just black sockets, and an stubby, elongated nose and mouth, like a bat snout of sorts. Patches of wiry brown hair that seemed more like fur stuck up along the head. It almost looked like a very large hairless dog in a weird sort of way.

The thing crawled on all fours out of the darkness, sniffing loudly as it went. Then, it jumped up, nearly making Anne run out from the scare of the jarring movements, and perched on a low hanging pipe. It extended a bony hand towards the pair, making loud noises as it waved it in the air. Joan gently squeezed the hand and then let the creature feel her head and face. It seemed to recognize her that way and let out a delighted hum, leaning over to nuzzle her cheek.

“Hey, Johnny Boy,” Joan murmured, smiling softly. “Sorry I’m a little late.”

“Joan—” Anne choked out. She’s backed up to the doorway, ready to run. “What the fuck?”

“Anne-” Joan whirled around to face the queen. The creature above her head began to growl. It sounded like when a human tried to imitate a dog, which made it that much more terrifying. “Please don’t run.”

“What the fuck?” Anne whispered again. Her eyes don’t leave the thing sitting on the pipes like a jungle bird.

“Anne, listen to me,” Joan said. She walked forward and took Anne’s hands. “You— You have to let him smell you. Or else he’ll think you’re a threat and—” She broke off.

“And what?” Anne asked fearfully.

“You...don’t want to know.” Joan said grimly. “Now please. I promise he won’t hurt you if you do this.”

Anne looked at Joan, searched her eyes for the same malicious glint Henry had in them when he sent her to his death, but found nothing. The girl was genuinely trying to help her.

Tentatively, on wobbling knees, Anne took a step forward. Joan helps her along, keeping on hand on her elbow and the other on her wrist. They slowly approach the creature on the pipes.

“Hey, Johnny,” Joan murmured sweetly. The creature turns its head in her direction, rumbling in acknowledgment. “I have a friend here to meet you. Her name is Anne. You remember Anne, don’t you? The queen?”

The creature chuffed in recognition.

Anne’s hand is held out to it and it sniffs her gingerly. Then, it leans forward, fingers and toes curling around the pipe for stability, and begins to smell the rest of Anne. It took everything in Anne not to run away when it feels her facial features and hair with one of its cold, bony hands.

“See?” Joan said to her, smiling in relief. “Was that so hard?”

“I-I don’t... I don’t understand.” Anne whispered.

“I’m not expecting you to,” Joan said. “This is my brother. John. I tried to bring him back when the loneliness became too much and it...kinda worked.”

“Why does he look like that?” Anne asked, earning an offended snort from John. “Sorry.”

“I...I don’t know.” Joan admitted. “I’ve been trying to figure that part out. So...I’ve been...testing more...”

Anne’s breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, Joan, no-”

A clicking noise cut her off. She slowly looked over her shoulder into the darkness of the boiler room and searched the shadows. It took her a moment, but she eventually found what had been mimicking the sounds The Predator would make.

It lunged out at Anne, screeching inhumanly. Anne screamed, too, as she’s knocked back against the wall. The thing was clinging to her body, nails pressed into her shoulders and thighs as it raised above her hand and-

“Juana, stop!!”

Joan shoved the creature away and it toppled backwards. Its long brown limbs flail widely in the air before it manages to roll over and back away on all fours, arching its bony spiny up like a cat.

The thing is humanoid like John, but not as bony, has darker skin, similar to Aragon’s tone, with a yellowish-bronze tint, and its legs are more noticeably hock-jointed. Its shoulder blades are grotesquely stretched out to inhuman lengths like wings that are waiting to sprout. The tailbone is extended, too, and waved back and forth in the air as some kind of warning. Tufts of something are sprouted along the nape of the neck, collarbone, elbows, and knees. A gas mask is attached to the face, shielding any facial features.

“Will you cut that—” Joan sighed and looked at Anne, who is horrified all over again. “Sorry. Juana is a little cranky sometimes.” She makes sure that’s directed to the creature, who clicks angrily. “Umm. This is Juana. Aragon’s sister.”

“Ara— What?!”

John hisses and Juana clicked when Anne yelled. She quickly shut her eyes and just stared at Joan with wide eyes. The music director anxiously rubs her sweaty palms against her pants.

“I didn’t have anyone else from my life I could test my theory on.” She said. “So...I started using others. Because maybe if I could bring back down siblings then everyone would like me.”

“Joan, that’s— that’s insane!” Anne exclaimed. “Why would you—”

“I don’t know, okay?!” Joan snapped. Tears were brimming in her eyes again. “I don’t know! It was stupid, I get it! But there’s nothing I can do about it now! They’re here. And I can’t just get rid of them. They’re alive, Anne.”

Anne is silent for a moment.

“Who else is here?” She asked quietly.

“There’s four in total.” Joan answered. “Isabel is another.”

“Isabel...?”

“Leigh.” Joan specified. “Kat’s sister.”

From further back in the room, there’s a creaking noise, followed by a low grumbling.

A tall creature with shiny black skin with grey speckles lumbers out of the shadows. It’s so large it bonks its head on one of the pipes, causing it to rear back in surprise before ducking under the oppressive piece of metal. When it gets close enough, Anne could see horn-like formations curling out of the top of the bald head. The only facial features it has is solid, piercing blue eyes.

“Here she is.” Joan said. “Isabel, this is Anne. She’s Kat’s cousin.”

Isabel tilted her head slowly, almost like a dog. She lifted one of her clawed hands, which is as big as Anne’s face, and tentatively touched one of Anne’s spacebuns. She makes a low cooing noise and then waved her head to look at the other two malformed reincarnated creatures nearby.

“Are they...in pain?” Anne asked. “Does this hurt them?”

“I don’t think so,” Joan answered. “They aren’t bad, I just— I messed up.” She lowered her head. “I want to help them, I just don’t know how and I-I keep making it worse. I can’t bring them out because-“ She gestured vaguely for the trip. “You know…” She raised a hand and Isabel pressed her cold, black cheek into it. “But...they’re my friends.”

John clambered across a pipe and leaned over to nuzzle Joan’s temple with his bat-like snout. Joan smiled weakly and gave him the energy bar she had gotten from Anne. His empty sockets widen when he realizes what’s being offered to him and he snatches it up, devouring the treat with the wrapper still on.

“You have to tell the others.” Anne said.

“What?!” Joan looked at her, startled. “N-no! I can’t! Do you know how they’ll react? Especially Aragon! This— this is basically black magic!”

“They can’t arrest you or anything for it.”

“But they can shun me!”

“They deserve to know!” Anne argued.

She was getting angry. Joan knee she shouldn’t have told her.

“No, they don’t!” Joan cried. Her tears spill over. “Why don’t you deal with your family member before you tell me what to do with theirs!”

Anne froze. Her eyes go wide. There’s a low, but harmless and curious growl from the darkness behind her.

“Wh...what?”

Joan sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. John hangs over her head, and she can hear Juana and Isabel’s claws clack against the tile floor as they stand behind her, watching Anne.

“I told you there were four.” She mumbled hoarsely.

Anne was frozen for a tense half second before she slowly turned around and watched as a humanoid with a deer skull head, the thing from the drawing on Joan’s desk, stepped out of the shadows towards her. It tilts its head like a puppy and the bony jaws open up in a small smile.

“Anne... This is George.”

Tears start to rapidly fall down Anne’s cheeks.

“Your brother.”

[blesscdbliss]

“ put your hands where i can see them. now!” Miriam @freedom-muses (used to be judgement-of-wrath but gavethe blog a name change when I made it mulitmuse)

interrogation / law enforcement starters pt. 2. // Accepting

With her back turned to the deputy behind her, it was impossible to see the sickly sweet smile that found its way onto Faith's face. Arms raised slowly, hands stretched wide to show the lack of a weapon.

"I know you, Miriam," she cooed, "I know you don't want to do this. This is what your sheriff wants, not you. You don't want to hurt anyone. Don't let them pull you into temptation. Let yourself be loved. Let yourself be happy."

[coinsandmedicine]

Oh here’s a fun one! If you all had to date one traveler of the same gender, who would it be and why?

Tressa: Ophilia! She’s absolutely the sweetest, and despite out differences we get along very, very well!

Cyrus: Hmm, whoever I choose would most likely know me the most personally, so I’ll go off personal bonding and choose Alfyn.

Primrose: *thinks a little* I’d choose H’aanit. We have similar opinions regarding a lot of different things, and we talk a lot about personal things.

Therion: ...Alfyn. He’s an okay person.

H’aanit: I shall chooseth Primrose for the same reason she gaveth, and that we seemeth very alike.

Olberic: I would choose Cyrus because while we have different interests and different strengths, we both love to discuss with each other a lot, and I get to share a lot of my past and upbringing to him.

Ophilia: If I were to date a traveler of the same gender, I would choose... H’aanit! She gives off a very caring aura, and I love having calm chats with her!

Alfyn: I’d actually pick Therion! Despite his backgrounds being very different from all of us and all, I really enjoy talking to him!