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[sakuraandscales]

A certian hedgie is asleep right now after a long day of gardening. Her hands are sore from all the digging she did to repot some flowers. And she still smells like dirt...

[crossed-worlds]

"As usual...only once the warm weather finally hits do all of the simians awaken. Not that I'm complaining but I've been awake all alone out here. Not sure if I should be annoyed or glad...."

[sakuraandscales]

"Yeah! Mama Tangle's tail is so fluffy and long!"

Nearby a chameleon just choked on her tea hearing what Charmette just called the lemur

" Great thing about being a Lemur--- i'm as tall as my tail is long! and baby this tail is LOOOOONNG! "

[byanyan]

when will my motivation & energy for writing return....

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[whereheartscollide]

".....What the quiznack???"

[flamesignite]

“A brat? Couldn’t be me.”

[chocopretzelcookie]

> @sapphire-on-air reacting to this

"We have people who want to marry us? I thought they wanted to--"

"Don't say it."

"Draw us very nicely!"

"...Suureee..."

"What were you thinking, hm~?"

"Obviously nothing that will inflate your ego."

"Aww, come on dear, don't be like that~ Just say you're jealous."

"Yeah right!! You wish I was!"

[adeptvsastartes]

Holy shit there's more of himself. And this one was a stoner like HE was in his youth!

HOLY SHIT!!

HE FINALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SEEN AS A GOD!!! HE CAN FINALLY SHARE AYAHUASCA WITH SOMEONE!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!

[unhinged-greed-a]

Once again he is watching some human realm tv, continuing Supernatural.

Some ghost manifestation; I'm an angel. My name is Lucifer. Nick (Lucifer's vessel in the series): Sure. Naturally. Um...Could you do me a favor there SATAN-...

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"The fuck did that cunt just say?"

[sakuraandscales]

"Am I....really the only Chaotix bee that chose to be a scientist instead of a detective? I mean I started out doing that, then I got into forensics, and then I discovered my first fossil and it all spiraled from there...."

[crossed-worlds]

Is staring at his double but thinks better of it. "....I have no right to complain. I've never even dated, so... I have no say on what goes on with other foxes." A handful of puppy love crushes does not true love make...

[captainseamech]

[heartbinders]

He can't help chuckling at @tenebriism's adorable reaction to compliments. Prompto gets teased his fair share; it's only fair he gets to return the favor now and then. Here, have a gentle peck on the cheek as an apology.

[grottogiirl]

[byanyan]

❣ the results are in.

ㅤstanding on the edge of their side of the room, byan stares in silence at their belongings, perplexed. something feels... off. like there are a few things missing.

ㅤㅤ" hey, dork, "ㅤthey address the boy on the other side of the room — their roommate, si-u — while stepping toward their bed. there's a pause as they take a moment to count the plushies piled atop their blankets.

ㅤㅤ" ...were any'a the other kids in here today? "ㅤglance cast back to the other, they're met with little more than an uncomfortable shrug. huffing, irritability creeping up on them, they begin grabbing plushies one by one, counting them now by hand like they need to make sure they haven't made a mistake.ㅤ" 'cause i'm missin' at least, like... three'a my kuromis. —an' where the fuck is my phone charger?! "