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147 pulls i hate him so badly 😭😭

girly I got malleus’s dorm card while pulling for rollo

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girly I got malleus’s dorm card while pulling for rollo

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omg I literally love him

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🍓 🍊!!!!

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Hi,

I hope you're doing well. ❤️

I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. 😢

Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like.

Our campaign has been verified by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet.

From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness. ❤️

please donate if you can!! share the gofundme link if you cant <3 free palestine

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deuce, sweetie, don’t give up ✊🏻🤧

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so………..the tweels new cards

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im writing a pirate au for twst but naming pirate ships has been so unnecessarily difficult ☹️ and then I’ve rewritten the plot over 294748 times hsjskaksksdnsj

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DON'T FALL OVER! COLLEGE!! YOU HAVE A JOB!! i hope youre taking extra care of yourself you really really deserve it

IM ON MY WAY TO SENIOR YEAR OF HS AND I THINK WE MET DURING MY EIGTH GRADE YEAR (covid was a haze like year) AND I'VE BEEN WELL!! i took junior year so seriously and dipped from the entire population BUT IM BACK :D

what do you mean it checks out that i'm a deuce kisser sobbing /nsrs he's just my silly little guy. and you had a hateship with idia??????

AUBURN HI! how are you fairing?? It’s been almost a year 😭

REMY MY BLOVED. OMFG ITS BEEN FOREVER. WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID I VISITED YOUR BLOG LIKE LAST WEEK BC I MISSED YOU. ofc youre a deuce kisser now that checks out

PLS I FEEL SO OLD.....DIDNT WE MEET LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO THAT LIKE. CRAZY TO ME. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN IM AN ADULT NOW!!! I HAVE A JOB!!!! I GO TO COLLEGE!!!!!!!! FALLS OVER. I HOPE YOUVE BEEN DOING OKAY RAHHHH

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we're so high...

...we're livin' in up in the sky

REMY ☆ she/her ☆ 17teen ☆ ace panro !!

and suddenly im a proud lilia and deuce kisser mwah (it was so random too like they just crept up on me and decided i should pull for all their cards now)

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Event: Campfire antics: Floyd (of course): let's go romantic maybe?

Sorry if I messed 5his up my brain go vrr rn

Campfire Antics; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some soft Floyd

Word Count; 700+

AN; I hope you enjoy your eel (and congrats on the wedding). Decided to go a lil ham on the romance aspect (kissing, you smooch an eel).

The crackling of wood burning and the crashing of the ocean waves filled the night air. The blue and purple flames of the salt-saturated wood lit the campsite in a gentle glow. You and Floyd sat near the fire, Floyd propping his long legs on your lap, stretching them out, all while stuffing his face with marshmallows.

“How many does that make,” you asked, laughing at how stuffed his cheeks had gotten. Honestly, how had he not choked yet?

He moved his mouth but all that came out of his mouth was incoherent mumbling. He instead flashed his hands twice; he had twenty marshmallows crammed into his mouth somehow. He waggled his eyebrows at you, spat out a few marshmallows and gave you a big toothy grin. “I win the bet, Shrimpy! You said that I couldn’t fit twenty of those marshmallows in my mouth, an’ that was twenty-one!~”

“Actually I believe it was ‘you’re a hazard to society and a coward, do twenty,” you quipped back, looking softly at Floyd. “But you’re my hazard to society. What do ya want your prize to be then?”

Floyd flicked a half-eaten marshmallow at you, snickering. “Hmm, how about you close your eyes and I’ll surprise you with something?~” There was some sort of emotion swimming in his eyes, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

You closed your eyes, waiting for this surprise. You felt Floyd remove his legs from your lap, and the shifting of sand.

“M’kay, Shrimpy, ya can open your eyes now!” Floyd called excitedly, coming from a bit from your right.

You opened your eyes and Floyd was gone from the fire, but you saw the faintest hints of light blue light coming from the rather large tide pool the two of you had decided to make your fire next to. And in the tide pool was Floyd in his merform, glowing due to his bioluminenscene. All of the blue light from both him and the fire made his yellow eye shine, and everything about him was captivating. He waved you over, beckoning for you to get closer.

You got to the edge of the tide pool and Floyd swimmed up and placed a kiss to your nose. “Surprise!~” He shot you a wink before placing another kiss to your lips. 

You laughed. “So that was your plan-”

He shot up and dragged you into the tide pool. “Gotcha! Hehehehe, that was my surprise!” He wrapped himself around you, gentle though.

You spat out water at him, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Floyd helped you get out of the water and leaned on the edge of the tide pool. “Hmm,” he hummed to himself thinking. His eyes lit up and he dragged himself out of the water, still in his merform, and plopped himself in your lap. “I’m lucky that ya like me, Shrimpy.” He leaned his head back and smiled up at you. “I’m lucky that I have you.”

All of the joking was gone, Floyd was serious. And he was looking up at your face, which was illuminated softly by the campfire. He sighed and rolled back over to the tide pool, since he didn’t want to dry out. But instead of drying off by the fire you scooted over the edge, and placed your legs in.

Floyd swam over and propped himself up on your lap again. “Shrimpy?”

It’s not like we haven’t kissed before… And you captured his lips with yours. But it wasn’t soft like the previous ones, it conveyed all of the love in both your hearts and everything left unsaid. You pulled back first, sucking in large lung fulls of air. “I love you,” you stare into his eyes, seeing the blue flame from the campfire dance in them. 

He looked at you with lovestruck eyes, and crushed you into a tight hug, curling his tail around your legs. “I love you more, Shrimpy.”

Getting dry can wait for later, for now, nothing but enjoying this brief summer getaway mattered more. This perfect moment in time. And to think, this evolved from him trying to beat his personal best at the Fluffy Bunny challenge and wanting to try some s'mores with you.

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see you

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I like to think Floyd who is very affectionate in all manner of ways has these cute tendencies towards his s/o. Like yes, kisses and cuddles are very sweet but its the cute moments that make your heart go crazy and beating rapidly and all shy. Like for example, sometimes when he knows he's being overbearing, instead of kisses on your face he brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your knuckles, letting out a content hum. Or instead he ties your shoelaces for you when they get undone or he actually goes down to undo them just to redo them because "they aren't interesting enough." Perhaps when you're just mindlessly walking together he starts to hum a little tune and when asking about what it is he is singing he just responds with - "Nothin' in particular, jastuh' tune" - and it prompts you to add in your own little tune. It soon turns into a little beatboxing session and then you both are full on out singing with random made up lyrics and a handful of laughs and giggles. And then next thing you know you're in the halls, swinging from side to side and around as you slow dance to him humming a little soothing song. Its moments like these that you come to treasure your time with Floyd, the little things he does towards and with you.

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𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄

Starring | Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Lilia Vanrouge x GN Reader

Synopsis | Ever thought about your faves in a more fanatasy-esque au?

Format | Short drabbles/fics on each character

CW | Fluff (?), hints (stop lying to the people nyx) of angsts, rook hunt is in this fic, reader calls ruggi a peasant in his part, royalty setting, enemies to lovers sorta with lilia, hints of a sorta master-servant relationship with vil, another massive warning for ROOK HUNT

AN | tell me why i wanted to throw myself off a cliff when i thought of these four in a fairytale setting like theyre just made for the angst and the yearning and pining and-

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓

A manicured finger circles the rim of a golden goblet, the chalice filled with dark red wine the color of crimson blood.

Vil Schoenheit, king of one of the most powerful queendoms on the continent, sighs as he massages his temple, legs crossed as he leans wearily on his plush, velvet seat, his purple-tinted lips curling down into a frown.

"Is something the matter, your majesty?" The fire crackles softly in the fireplace as you whisper the words tentatively, and Vil turns his head towards your direction, his frown deepening as he inspects you.

"The matter is you have a grass stain on your uniform." He clicks his tongue as you try to find it, before giving up the search with a sheepish grin as you rub the back of your head with a hand. Vil rolls his eyes, his attention directing to the fireplace.

"You should know that as my personal servant, you must act and dress according to the status of your master.” His voice is reprimanding, and you silently wince, recounting all the times he had said those same words. It was practically branded in your mind.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," You mumble, still trying to find the stain on your clothes, and Vil sighs again, closing his eyes, before turning his attention back to you.

"The stain is on the right-no, not your right, my right-you missed it." You fumble with your clothes, and finally find it, a small speck amongst the white and black cloth. How Vil managed to find it was a mystery to you.

Vil rests his chin on the back of his hand, intelligent lavender eyes examining you, before he opens his mouth, gaze back to the fireplace. "I've been sent a marriage proposal."

"W-what?" You stiffen at Vil's words. It feels like your heart has stopped-and maybe it has. You've seen the letters, with delicate handwriting from princes, princess, and nobles all over the country, asking Vil for his hand in marriage. He had refused them all, never seeming to care of them. Until now.

He glances back at you, his violet eyes softening at the sight of you. He gets up from his seat, walking towards you with uncanny grace, with elegance fit for a queen. He places a pale hand on your cheek, and you lean into his cold touch, before he lets go, instead placing a slender finger under your chin, making you lift your eyes up towards his. Your eyes reflect in his, and you gulp not because your scared, but because of the way Vil looks at you with a sort of rueful gleam in his eyes.

"You are, of course, are coming with me." He states it like an order, and you nod.

"Of course, your majesty." The words leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

You had met the man at a hunting festival, not knowing who he was when your gaze landed on him. He was like a knight from a fairytale, shining under the autumn sun, and his emerald-green eyes had captivated you instantly, as did all the men and women had been when they met eyes with him.

He had presented his finest catch to you of all people. A fox, with fur as orange as the sun when it sets. He had smiled-quite charmingly. you grudgingly thought in your head-and had kissed the back of your hand. You had bashfully looked away, and the man had chuckled softly, his voice deep yet melodic. It made your heart thump in your chest, made you feel warm and your head spin liked you had taken a sip of sweet next and had immediately had fallen into a drunken stupor.

You didn't know who he was at the time.

Rook Hunt. The son of your father's worst nemesis, and, which made him your worst enemy too. It was your obligation, your duty, to hate him just like your father had hated Rook's father. Just like how your mother, who stirred her tea as she glanced at the Hunt family with disgust did. You shouldn't have been captivated with Rook's foxlike charm, with his devilish smile and his malicious eyes that had tempted you to sin against your family.

But you did. Your heart was guilty, weighed heavy with secrets as you couldn't help but take the blonde-haired man's gloved hand. Couldn't help it when your heart thrummed inside your chest when his lips ever so silently grazed you ears as he whispered sweet nothings. Couldn't help but smile when he laughed, the sound like sweet birdsong.

You shouldn't have snuck out at night to see him, or looked out from your balcony as he sang love poems. Shouldn't have been enamored with him from the start.

"You look lovely, my child." Your mother's eyes are filled with love, her lips formed into a smile. "Perfect for your wedding."

You glance at the mirror, looking at the fabric of your wedding clothes, at the insignia of your family set pridefully on your chest. You can hear your mother softly whispering, "The count is luckily to be married to you, my sweet child." And it rings in your head, taunting you for having be tempted with Rook Hunt's sweet words and glistening eyes.

The count was not Rook Hunt, your parents would have committed every sin in the book before that would happen. No-the count was some random man, someone who wasn't your beloved. Someone who you would stay for the rest of your life with.

You smile at your mother, weak and wavering. "Mother, please," you laugh, a small sound in the big room. "your laying the praise a little thick." Your mother clicks her tongue and squeezes your cheek.

Little did she know how you glance at a small vial on your stand, blue in color, corked and hidden away.

Little did she know how you take the vial, curling your hand around it as you make your way to the alter, the count already there and dressed to the nines.

Little did she know that her only child would meet their end in their marital chambers.

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

"You took my ring." You grit your teeth, extending out a gloved hand towards the skinny, raggedy boy-the thief who had stolen your ring in the first place. "I demand that you give it back, peasant."

The boys blue-gray eyes are laced with mischief, and he leans in, hands behind his back. "What ring?" He drawls. "I think you got the wrong person." He toothily grins, and you can feel your eyes twitch. The audacity-

"Don't play dumb with me." You tap your heeled boots on the gravely road as you look down at him, and he tilts his head. So he wants to play innocent, huh? "If you don't give me back my ring, I'll call the guards. Maybe then you'll fess up."

The boy rubs his bruised arm in thought, and you gaze at it with a pang of guilt. You didn't cause those wounds-no, you weren't that heartless-, yet it still made you feel sympathy. The boy catches you looking, and hides his arm away, concealing the swift moment with a charming smile.

"Is their some sentimental value with this ring or something?" The boy asks. "'cause most nobles wouldn't really care. I mean, they can always afford a new one." He says the last part with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"It's my engagement ring." The words leave your mouth, leaving a sour feeling on your tongue. "Look, I won't call the guards. I'll pay you for the ring, how about that?"

The boy places a finger on his chin, thinking before tossing you a small, shiny ring. The ring had a diamond, embedded with sapphires around it shaped like a star, and you fumble with the tiny thing before holding it firm in your grasp.

"So, may I know what your name is, peasant?" You smile. "I believe I should know the name of the person I'm gonna be sending who knows how much gold to."

"Ruggie, Ruggie Bucchi." The boy-Ruggie, grins. "And yours?"

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 - 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘

It is a known fact that faes and humans cannot coexist peacefully with eachother.

The faes are to petty, to fickle of a creature. To deny them is to wound their pride, their oh-so precious ego that they stroke. They are creatures of magic and beauty, of fantasy and fiction. They believd they are better, more superior, and thus cannot be trusted when they whisper sugared words in your ear.

The humans are to destructive, to ruinous. They come to the lands, and destroy everything in sight, from trees and flowers to women and children. They come and pillage, destroying the world's flora and fauna. They are made from mud and dust, and cannot compare to the fae's beauty in the slightest.

That is why war was inevitable.

Yet here you are, in the fae capital with a battalion at hand and your leader as you negotiate peace, and your eyes meet the pink-red of the general besides the enemy queen, and you scowl. He, however, smiles quite charmingly, and you bite your tongue trying to prevent a curse from slipping out of your mouth.

Lilia Vanrouge, or better known as General Vanrouge, is the right-hand of his queen. He led his armies to war, and was-no, is, a ruthless killer. Someone who does not show mercy, and even though you practically begged your king not to go into fae territory to negotiate peace, the absolute nut-job had agreed to.

The meeting is adjourned, the queen of the fae already disappearing in a haze of green flame-probably disgusted by having to stay another second where nasty, little humans are, and your can hear your king's footsteps echo softly as he leaves the room. No one remains, and the silence is deafening, except for one other in the huge chamber besides you.

"Don't you want to accompany your ruler? I'm sure he is wondering where his little dog is." Lilia drawls, chin resting on his hand as his eyes-those damn, blood-red eyes-gazed upon you with mild interest.

"He has soldiers accompanying him," You reply, voice stiff. You frown as he leans in, eyes alight in the dim lighting of the room.

"Do you think mere humans could stand against the fae?" He doesn't say it mockingly, his voice is filled with curiosity that irks you. The fact that he thinks its impossible.

You walk up to him, and his eyes widen in what seems to be surprise. Surprise that you relish in, as you look down upon him. "Theres more then one way to bring down a fae, General Vanrouge," you whisper, the words echoing in the silent chamber. "Iron isn't the only thing that can kill."

Lilia's lips curl up into a grin.

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how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

save palestine - islamic relief canada

click to donate - arab.org

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

NOTE: journalists based in gaza are saying that donations are not going to help atm. what will help is a demand for ceasefire. so please contact your local MPs every single day demanding as such. palestine need a ceasefire right now, not money (i will update when monetary help is needed)

if you want to donate, do this instead:

help buy e-sims for people in gaza (you can follow this tutorial. if the simly app is not accepting donations or “gifts” then you can check out holafly. those are the only two that are working well right now. if you would like to stay updated, please follow @/Mirna_elhelbawi on twitter)

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

they have been deleting private pro-palestine posts

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians | (very very important please share + read the sources provided)

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

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