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[vulpixisananimal]

Isapays fluff, the Thrilling Sequel.

[BETWEEN ACT 1 AND ACT 2]

"We'll be back in a bit Isa!"

"Alright! Take care!"

(With that, Nille and Bonnie headed off to the farm down the road for some fresh food. That was the nice thing about this little temporary cabin, it was close to everywhere in the little town! You could rent it out for a night, stay in, have a nice dinner and explore around, and then move on! For parties like yours, it was perect!)

(Mirabelle was already out meeting the locals, Odile had dissapeared for alone time, naturally, Ramos was exploring around the town, and Siffrin had yet to come out of their room. That was alright, you were happy staying here. You had your own little hobby to work on. And you were working on it right now!)

(You were working on a hat. It was one for Sif, well, Mal du Pays technicaly. You had started making a few for the three of them, the idea was maybe giving them an easier way to see who's who. But that didn't mean they couldn't be practical! You knew the sun hurt Mals eyes, so, right now you were sewing dark cloth to the rim to make a veil.)

(It had been hard to find a good material, one that was light, but could also blot out the sun. Luckily, it wasn't anything a bit of craft stitching couldn't fix. You had tried mimicing the type that Siffrin had on their cloak, but that was way too advanced. But you made do.)

(You continued sewing. It wasn't that far from done, actually. You could probably finish it today or tomorrow. But, don't rush it. Take your time to make sure it was perfect. It was intricate work, but nice. You continued on for a few minutes before pausing and leaning back where you were sitting.)

(You nearly jumped out of your skin when you turned to see Siffrin was there staring at you.)

"O-oh! Good morning!" (You say.)

(They waved softly and walked over. Oh! Not Siffrin, Mal. It was getting easier to tell who's who every day. Mal du Pays didn't talk, rarely showed up, and was stuck with a resting neutral face, to be polite about it.)

(And, well. You two, had, that one time.)

"Everything alright?" (The other thing you'd noticed was that Mal came out usually when something had gone wrong. You'd been told it does come out casually sometimes, but you'd yet to see it, really.)

(It held up crossed fingers. "I'm ok.")

"W-well. . ." (Oh Change, you still didn't know how to talk to it.) "Well you're free to stick around, if you want!"

(It nodded, and sat down next to you.)

(. . . Change, you were fine! Oh you were really fine! Sure, it had sat with you before like this, but, but it had been a few days since, since that encounter you two had. And you, really had no idea what to think about it still!)

(You continue sewing. Was it. . . Hopeful thinking? That it liked you? Well, maybe it did! It did want to kiss you after all. But, but then it needed to pull away. You knew it was probably just too much touch but, but what if it wasn't? You might have done something wrong, or. . .)

(You feel a gentle poke, making you jolt and turn, Mal was looking at you.)

"O-oh! Sorry! What's up?" (you reply, a little nervous.)

(It looked at you for a second, then held two fingers to their chest, then drew a line above their eyes and clasped both hands together. "That's a veil, for me?")

"O-oh! Yeah, it is! I wanted to make you something nice, Loop mentioned the sun bothers you, so. . ."

(It blinks at you, its face impossible to read. It tapped its temple. "Why.")

"Huh? W-well, I don't want you to hurt your eyes so-"

(It shook its head, tapped its temple again, pointed at you, then made a circle motion with both hands. "No, why do you care?")

"H-huh? Why wouldn't I?"

(It just looked at you. Its gaze felt cold, looking into your soul. It was, really terrifying sometimes. But that was ok! You continue,) "I just, wanted to make you something nice, b-because."

(It's still just, looking at you.)

". . . I just, want you to feel comfortable."

(It pauses, then taps their temple again. "Why?")

"B-because, because you deserve to?"

(Another tap.)

"You deserve to because everyone does! Everyone should be able to feel comfortable."

(It pauses, and considers you for a moment. Then tapped its chest. "Me?")

(You nod.) "Yes! you! I know you guys have gone through a lot, so-"

(It waves a hand, cutting you off. Tapping its chest and wiggling an open palm, then splayed it open. "I can't relax.")

(Huh?) "Why not? You're not in danger right now or anything."

(It's staring at you, you think you see its eye twitch. It turns away from you.)

"Mal. . .?" (You wait for a moment, trying to give it space, but, you're worried. Did you say something wrong? After a minute you lean over to try and see if it's ok.)

(It's. . . Crying.)

"Are you, are you sure you're ok?"

(No response, it's not looking at you, its breathing is getting heavier. You try and very gently offer a hand out.)

(It slaps your hand away and-)

"&$*#%^###$"

(You wince. Ow! It, it talked? R-right, that's why it didn't talk. Island language. You look away and hold your head, Ow ow ow. . .)

(It slapped your hand away.)

(You're looking down at the veil your sewing as you hold your head. It slaped your hand away. Did, did it not want you around? O-or, or did you just take it by surprise? O-or maybe even. . .)

(You feel a touch on your shoulder. A hand. You turn around.)

(Mal has its hand on your shoulder. It's crying, and shaking a lot; its face that was always neutral is showing cracks. It holds up a fist over its heart. "Sorry.")

(. . .You place your hand over Mals.) "I-its, it's alright."

(It shook its head, and looked away. Finally, it tapped its chest, and made a grabbing fist. "Can I trust you?")

"I- O-of course you can!"

(It glared at you.)

"Promise! I promise!! I haven't given away our secret right? Even if some people are relentless about it."

(It stares at you for a long time, as if considering something. It drew a horizontal line, then made a motion like breaking a stick. "Do not break it.")

"I promise, I really do, alright?" (You smile at Mal.) "I, I don't want to hurt you, okay? I promise, from the bottom of my heart."

(Mal looks you up and down. Takes a moment, breathing in, and out. It patted its chest with an open palm. "I'm scared.")

"Whuh?" (Mal? Afraid?) "W-what of? Did someone-"

(It shook its head, it held up a hand, paused, then continued. It patted its chest again, and then made a hand motion from you to it.)

("I'm scared of falling in love with you.")

(Your eyes widen and your breathing quickens. What?!? could that mean??? What could that possibly mean?!?)

"Y-you're. . ."

(It nodded, it was shaking.)

(You were, so, so confused. A-and, worried, and. . .) ". . . Do you, want, to talk about it?"

(It took a minute to reply, taking it's other hand back, it shakily took a hand and tapped its chest, drawing a line, then made a slashing motion. "I don't want to be hurt.")

"You're. . . Worried about me hurting you?" (Why would you hurt it?)

(It placed a cupped hand over the other, open palms moving away. It pauses, then pats its chest, and makes a slashing motion. "I protect Sleepwalker, I'm scared I'll fail.")

(Sleepwalker? Oh Right! That was Siffrin! It was hard to do full names in sign language so, nicknames. It was scared it couldn't protect Siffrin if it. . . Oh.)

(It raises it's hand, stops, unsure what to say. It looks away, shaking even harder.)

". . . Mal?"

(It looks at you.)

"You're, you're scared that, i-if, you and me are, a-a, a thing, then. . ."

(It nods.)

(It wants to protect Siffrin, more than anything. That's, that's what it is after all, right? A protector? Someone who takes care of the body, the host, Siffrin. It's done that job so well, so. . . Personal. It's, it's surpressing everything including you, but.)

(But that's something you can both agree on!)

"Let me help you then!!" (You lean in close.) "I-I, I want to make sure Sif's safe too! I want him to be happy a-and, and not to have to worry about these loops or memories, or anything! So, so. . ."

(It's looking at you, bewilderment having broken through that mask of neutrality. It opens its mouth, and closes it.)

". . . Please."

(It's looking at you, its face, it's, hard to describe. It does so well at hiding it's emotions, even though it's mask is cracking more and more with each word you say. Eventually, it gently claps its hands and holds a palm to you. "Promise?")

(You take its hand and hold it close.) "I promise! I-I promise with all my life! A-and. . ." (Oh Change come on Isabeau, no, don't freeze up now, just say it!)

(Say it! Say it!!)

"A-and, and I'll protect you too!! B-because I love you!!"

(It's shocked, you're shocked too, honestly. You didn't think you'd have, have the courage to, t-to just say that! Here! Now! But now your words are falling effortlessly out of our mouth.)

"I-I've, I've been thinking about when we kissed every day and! A-and about all you went through in Jouvente, a-and! And I don't want you to think you're alone in this!! One of the first things I learned as a Defender was to find someone to have your back. To find someone you can trust a-and-" (Oh Change, you had butterflies in your stomach.)

(You continue.) "I-I want to be that person for you! I want you to, t-to be able to feel safe! Like you don't need to fight the world on your own!! Because, b-because I trust you! And I love you! And I'll always be there to fight the world right by your side!!"

(That. . . That was a lot wow, ok. How long have you been holding all THAT in, Isabeau? You take a second to catch your breath.) "I-I, I know, that, that was a lot, but-"

(It shuts you up with a kiss.)

(. . . . . You, you just forgot everything you were about to say. I-it, it's kisisng you, it, it's kissing you and isn't moving away quite y-yet a and that's MORE than fine by you t-that's, that's, oh you're gonna just die here and now!)

(You put an arm gently on it's side, it flinches, but doesn't move. It puts a hand to your chest, it's cold, but that's ok. Oh, oh you feel so hot, you're deffinatly blushing! Eventually, it moves away, it's mouth hanging open a little, showing more emotion than it ever has before. It pats its chest with a fist. "Sorry.")

(It takes you a moment to register it, you were extremely flustered and still catching up.) "I- n-no! N-nono no need for sorry I, was, surprised, b-but a good surprised like! Like a surprise gift, o-or a-"

(It kisses you again!)

(This time for much shorter but! B-but it still, kissed you! again!! When it moved back again you squeaked out a reply.) "O-okgotitmessagerecieved."

(It smiled at you. Actually smiled. This, this was a first! You were trying really hard not to, well, loose it just a little bit! With one hand, it made a rising gesture from its chest towards you. "I love you.")

"I love you, too." (You say effortlessly.)

(It looks at you, and tilts its head, considering somthing . . . It made a grabbing fist, then tapped itself. "Trust me?")

(You nod enthusiastically.) "Of course trust you!"

(Mal breathes in, and out. It pauses for a minute, then grabs your hand, and lays it out flat, palm up. It does the same with it's own palm.)

(With its other hand, it draws its dagger, and places the sharp edge against its own palm. It looks up to you, for. . . Confirmation? What was it doing?)

(You nod. Mal cuts open its palm, it doesnt flinch, there's blood. It moves the dagger to your hand where it hesitates for longer before cutting your hand open as well. You wince, ouch. Looking up at Mals face, it looked a bit sad that it hurt you. You smile at it, that makes it feel better.)

(You look down to you and Mals wounded hands, an elaborate ritual that Mal Du Pays would want to share with you? Was, was it a wish? If it was, should you just follow Mals example? Should you wish for something?)

(You do, don't you. And you knew what it would be. The same thing you wished for back in Dormont. You wished that Siffrin, Mal, and everyone else who was sharing that head would be okay. That's what you wanted.)

(Mal Du Pays held it's hand up, bloody palm facing you. You do the same back, it nods in approval. A moment, later, your hands are entwined, it stings, but that's ok. Mal closed it's eyes, you do the same. This was where you wished, righ?)

(It was. You could feel it.)

(You wish that they're ok, you wish that they're ok, you wish that they're ok. . .)

(It's. What. You. Want.)

(. . . It, it must really trust you. You knew it was protective of it's memories and wishes. After all, it keep nearly destroying countries.)

(Your hand still stings from the cut, that's ok. You feel a tap on your arm and open your eyes, Mal's smiling at you.)

"Y-you ok?" (It nods, almost enthusiastically.) "h-ha, that was, u-uh-, that was a wish, right?"

(It nods, clapping it's hands and putting a palm to you, then with it's thumbs and index fingers makes a star. "A promise Wish.")

"O-oh!" (You blush a bit more, looking to the side.) "I-I, I won't break it. Promise."

(It reaches you out to you, and gently turns your head back to it. It's smiling, and leans in close. Your heart, you can feel it beat out of your chest. It's. . . It looks so beautiful. You lean in close and-)

(You hear a click from the front door.)

(You blink and Mal was standing a few steps away, face back to its usual neutrality. After your brain catches up to you, you frantically start work on the veil again as the door opens.)

"I'm home!!" (It was Mirabelle.)

"M-Mira! Welcome back!" (You say in your most convincing voice.)

"Hi Isabeau!" (Mirabelle walked into the room.) "Did the siblings go out- oh! Mourning sif."

(Mal waved a hello, then turned and left. Change, it was such a better actor than you.)

"O-oh, sorry, I-I meant-"

"I-its alright, Mira." (You smile, trying to stay normal.) "We're just, all getting used to it!"

"I-I know, just- AAH!!" (Mirabelle rushes over to you.) "Y-your hand!! What happened!!!"

"Wh-" (You look down, CRAB!!! You forgot the cut!! Uh, u-uh-) "O-oh! Oh it's nothing! I-I just cut myself sewing, it's no big deal!"

"Don't be silly! Here, let me see." (She put a hand over yours, and with a bit of healing craft the cut closes. You open and close your hand a few times.) "How is the veil coming along?"

"Well. . ." (Your hand tingles a bit. What a morning is been. . . You and Mal are, well, a thing now! A-and, you made a wish together! Even if, you didn't know what it wished for.)

(You breathe in, and out.) "It's, it's going well! Very, very well."

[darkcloudsatnight]

*takes deep breath*

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Are you America?

Because I couldn't scream that I love you every day !!!!!🔥🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🔥🇺🇲🦅🔥🇺🇲🇺🇲

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[dailydemonspotlight]

Where's that buzzing noise coming from...?

[piploopsy]

w2h art dump ,, theze r all from like , maybe march? very old but i have no new onez to share..😿😿

ill go back to sp postz after thiz i just need to get the w2h out of my system sometimez hehehehehehe

[neccara-1]

In the mirror world where they're just doing typical siblings things

jia huan and jia baoyu doodle yea.

They're not even a real brother in the book but, boy, let me just.

[beatriceportinari]

on the plus side, birthday weekend and I've done all my work in advance :) nail paintings and conclave methinks...

[senerist]

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep. tellius au

"You should rest," Darios decides to lead with as feathers float on the wind and he descends to where Soren sits. "If you go for much longer, it'll get worse." Regardless of if Soren did or not...it was likely going to leave him worse for wear. Songs only half learned gently reverberated through his chest. He was still too far removed for it to do much other than sound like the beginnings of a lullaby. "The sooner you rest, the sooner you return."

caring for the sick || accepting forever tbh

soren is sick.  The whole army probably knows by now.  he hasn't slowed down in the slightest, even as he sways on his feet and occasionally flushes red with another fever.  he always hides his cough in his sleeve, but he doesn't always cough this much.

It's miserable work, more than usual.  soren only hates that he can't work himself as hard as he usually might, and not for lack of trying.  Even now, as the fourth person tries to tell him to rest, he merely offers a glassy-eyed glare as he gestures to the papers in front of him.

“i haven't gone anywhere,” he says, voice raspy and dry.  he could explain further, but that would cut into the effort he wants to put into his actual work.

he coughs again, into his elbow, and he feels… something.  it isn't the same as an oncoming storm on the breeze.  it isn't the same as the first two words of a spell.  but it's similar.

his eyes glance back to Darios for just a moment - holding a question soren does not waste his breath in asking yet.  Then they return to his actual work.  he doesn't have the extra energy to waste on distractions.

“Didn't work, whatever that was,” he says vaguely, and his voice cracks open on the third word.  soren merely sighs, and his pen hits the parchment in front of him once again.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Finally started reading the Phantom of the Opera and my glasses started reflecting a rainbow and I managed to direct it and take a pic—

[sunhalf]

@hourdive : “ there, ” cheng xiaoshi smiles as he hands xixi back her little pink cat plush ( or was it a bear? he couldn’t tell, but he won’t admit that ), “ good as new! and the fluffiness stayed in tact too. ” that smile turns into a proud grin as he leans over, “ whattya say to big brother cheng xiaoshi~? ”

"Ah...!" It's a small sound, hands reaching out and to grasp her toy the moment it's offered back to her. It's a precious gift, and one of the last pieces she has left of a time before everything got very - bad, or even - worse. She takes the plush and hugs it tightly to her chest, giggling something fragile and relieved. She'd been so worried, when the poor kitty got hurt. She was afraid nobody could fix it. Sometimes hurt things can't get fixed, and that's scary.

Cheng Xiaoshi is good at all sorts of things, though. Girls are supposed to be good at fixing this kind of stuff, not boys — that was what Papa said, at least, before he ( ... ) — but Qiao Ling says that kind of thinking is wrong, so Tianxi doesn't second - guess the gift. Just smiles and crushes the toy close to her chest.

Her eyes raise, lips parting, still smiling — smiling — smiling — until the other's words process. Big brother Cheng Xiaoshi. Her expression stills, smile frozen to her face, stuck like old glue. Big brother? It's dangerous to let men know you don't like what they said. Keep smiling. Cheng Xiaoshi is like a big brother. A lot like her big brother was, when they were little, before the hurting got even - worse. Doting and careful and kind. He teaches her a lot. Cheng Xiaoshi is ike a big brother. Does that mean that Cheng Xiaoshi is a little like —— Tianchen?

She doesn't like that thought. Pink eyes widen and pink head ducks, burying in the plush as if to hide. Her hands shake. She loves Tianchen, who made her kill people. She loves Tianchen, who protected her from Qian Jin — but she only had to be protected from Qian Jin because Tianchen handed the both of them back to another father who hated them. She loves Tianchen, who — who ———

It's not a very grown - up thing, to be angry that he abandoned her when she was the one to tell him to.

She wants a family that doesn't hurt or use her. She wants a big brother that doesn't hurt or use her. But every family she's ever had has done just that. She can't picture a family that doesn't. She doesn't want Cheng Xiaoshi, who's so kind, to be like Tianchen was. She isn't sure if any other kind of big brother exists.

Would it be bad, if she said that? No one here has ever tried to hit her — or Qiao Ling, which had been her greatest fear, and she'd watched how the boys treated her with suspicion and terror heavy in her gut — or yelled at her or told her she's bad. Would she get in trouble? Is it safe to risk saying the bad things? She's seen Qiao Ling's memories, and she knows Qiao Ling has never been afraid of either of them. Let alone Cheng Xiaoshi. All of Qiao Ling's memories of him were warm and sweet and full of grief.

Her head doesn't raise, but her hands do. It's a little clumsy, the thank you she signs. They stay raised, hesitating. She doesn't know how to ask him to promise he'll be a good brother. She can't live without a good brother.

[i-mybrunettelady]

It's Icebrood Saga hours baybee I missed my extremely faulty but so lovable story section 💕💕

Rounding up the last of the DRMs for that sweet, sweet Arson Man Icebrood wrap

[fricklefracklefloof]

i love when i reblog things and then my friends send me the posts immediately afterward

[shiroselia]

IT IS SO FUCKING OVER FOR YOU PEOPLE ONCE I HAVE RELEASED MY FIRESTELLE TWO PARTER

[asksintheapartment]

but you remember other stuff like your family and friends? -ca

no..?

[jailpuppy]

Hehehe a guy in my class is cute ehehehhehew

[lumen-tellus]

HELLO MY SCRUNGLY

[princess--kira]

its all over

mother just opened my discord, today is not a good day i am not about to come out to her, BUT SHES LIKE SO MYSTERIOUS??? ok so like i had a bunch of fem clothes in my room and one day they're just gone?? did mother take them?? SO DOES THIS MEAN SHE KNOWS?? oh god but also she can be so ignorant SO MAYBE JUST MAYBE SHE DIDNT NOTICE MY PROFILE OK

maybe...