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[roseadleyn]

CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO MORE YANDERE CASSIS FICS

i would never abandon you guys after you sent asks like these

i'm sorry if this took too long. i'm still busy and this took me time, i do hope it was worth the wait though!! enjoy <33

WHY DO I STILL FUCKING MISS YOU? || Cassis Pedelian.

tw: hints of abuse, sexual implications, said sexual implictions are dubcon, obsession, reader is on the breaking point and falls off of said breaking point

this is cassis after the timeskip

'Sweetheart.' His voice is like honey, sweet and rich and deep, but in your dazed and hazy state, all it does is pull at your sanity even more. 'I need to go.'

You hadn't slept.

How could you? How could you do anything except stare, and stare, and stare into blind nothingness, with hot, stinging eyes, because you were in the embrace of a man who claimed to love you, yet he isolated you from your life and the world and everyone you ever knew, and locked you up in dark, dark rooms where you were all alone, and did such unforgivable, terrible things to you? How could you sleep?

Your captor's hands ruffled your hair. You knew he had seen your state of unhappy consciousness, and you knew he was waiting for a reply.

The thing was... as messed up as it was... you didn't want him to leave. If Cassis left for the day like he usually did, it meant you would be doing nothing the entire day, just lying there in silk and lace, waiting for him like some kind of toy. When he was here — and when you actually behaved — it was at least a relief to have another human being in the same room, someone who ran their hands through your hair and rubbed your tired, weary shoulders, someone who talked and even told you stories about his day. You had read almost every book in the household, and there was only so much painting you could do, and because he had taken you to his own palace, you couldn't even see his family —

'Angel?' You could practically hear the smile in his tone, prompting you, warning you, to say something. To say what he wanted to hear.

You made your decision. Letting out a shuddering breath, you inched closer into his embrace. 'Stay.'

Cassis moved the hair away from your eyes. 'Yeah? You want me to stay?'

You nodded, tears forming at the thought of another day of just roaming your way too big home, doing absolutely nothing with your time and — no, wait — it was not your home. It was his home. This was just your house. Yes. That was it. 'Please.'

Cassis kissed your forehead. 'Are you sure?'

You reach pale, trembling hands around his shoulders and look up at him with wide, sleepless eyes. 'If you go… no… please…'

You didn't like this, but he really was all you had now. It was him, and it had been him for so long, and it was still going to be him, in the future, as far as you could see. Was it really wrong? Was it wrong to miss him when he left? Was it wrong to feel joy when he returned? Was it wrong to let him pull you close and wrap you in his cashmere sweaters that were way too big on you? Was it wrong to love him when he kissed you breathless?

No. It couldn't be. Cassis was good to you; you could talk to him. You could make it okay. He had never… never hurt you… even those long, long hours spent in the darkness of the room… he hadn't hurt you, he'd done it because — because you broke his heart first. How could you reject him so, when he loved you so much that it destroys him?

'So… you'll stay?' You ask, and your voice is both hopeful and heartbroken.

Well, if he heard the break in your voice, he chose to ignore it. He smiled, and that damned smile of his was pretty enough to make you tear up all over again. 'Of course. I would never leave you.'

That was all you needed, and you let Cassis hold you, kiss you, murmur praise in his low, calming voice into your ears, run his hands over your body and underneath your nightgown, to the place that still made you tremble — except this time, you did little to stop him.

You thought about how, a few months ago, you would've fought back against him — fought back against him fiercely and passionately, fought back like your very survival was on the line, only for Cassis to bring you down, calm you down, drag you back to the bed and remind you of who amongst you two was stronger, smarter, infinitely more capable, of to whom your pretty body and mind forever belonged to.

And as Cassis withdraws his hands — though still keeping them wrapped tightly around you — you thought about how you used to take every possible chance to escape. Windows, doors, basement trapdoors, even butter knives that you'd desperately try to fend Cassis off with. Nothing had ever worked. It only made things worse for you.

And as the pale, silken white curtains turn blue and pink and rose gold with the sunrise, and the entire room seems to glow in the silence, you thought about how beautiful Cassis is. He's divine, with pretty eyes of molten gold, and pale, pearly hair, and a smile so heavenly that it almost — almost — doesn't even suit him with what he did to you.

And as Cassis's sleeping form entangled itself with your much smaller, much softer one, you thought about was how much you used to fear Cassis, and yet — if Cassis were to leave you, then…

Well, you're not very sure about what you'd do, but… it might just break you.

tagging ; @mysticmeena, @writerig, @loekas, @loekas, @ykassu, @dion-s-lawyer, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @yourlocalintrovertt, @orlic1a, @hmerus, @cerisearan, @dxmoness, @salvatvre, @d10nsaint, @meow-meow-potato, @parkykwho, @izumi-astra-123, @ithil-lucien, and @palaceofghosts.

#꒰ ☽︎ ꒱ — stars. #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #yandere twtptflob #yandere manhwa #cassis pedelian #yandere cassis pedelian #cassis x reader #— on queue. #i hate this (singsong voice)

[darby-rowe]

p link !!

https://x.com/brattysubsins/status/1729944567951007877?s=46 why is this actually sejanus.

cw link leads to explicit sexual content | x

stoppp anon i literally giggled when i opened this LINKKKKKKKKKKK. ugh ugh sej would be the biggest munch ever i knoowwww that man cant survive without eating pussy 😩

#☽｡⋆ dally’s asks; #☁︎ — dally’s busy! ; queue #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plint smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

[ruinakete]

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ・ accepting! ( warning for discussion or mentions of pregnancies, childbirth, child neglect / abuse, religious trauma, and bad parenting overall )

there are two answers to this depending on pre-death and post-death Zephia, so i'll answer this question twice, elaborate on both, and compare the expectation between the two, as slight as it might be. the order will be PRE-DEATH → POST-DEATH → COMPARISON. warning for rambling and long paragraphs, too 💕

first off, a "happy life" in PRE-DEATH Zephia's eyes would be pretty basic and concise. she would bear a child by Lord Sombron and heal her loneliness. but that's where it ends. she hadn't thought of anything after gracing a womb with a child, thus, after her child would be born, what then? what would she want after? though this "happy life" would consist of Sombron giving in to her wish, would he not expect her child to become a pawn if she taught them the ways of the Fell Dragon? but if she didn't, if she tried to be a mother like her mother once was, would her child not snap their jaws at the world like it was theirs?

no matter how many children she has, there is no place for the Four Hounds in this happy life. they were temporary in her real conquest and, thus, would be discarded once she was deemed pregnant. after all, her only reason to be Sombron's follower in the first place was for him to realize how good of a mother he could make her, right? there's a question of where she and her child go but for that, she has no answer. whatever it be, it would be nowhere close to a Fell Church. that much was for certain. she saw the treatment they gave children—took part in it, even. but she would be damned if anyone besides herself hurt her child. this, likely, extends to Sombron. she chose him as a father simply because of how absent he is in the lives of his own children so it should be the same for hers. he won't care and her child's entire world will revolve around her.

but, a "happy life" in POST-DEATH Zephia's eyes is more thought-out but less sensical. her conquest of bearing a Lord Sombron's child is still a priority, but she does not know where it stands among the others. because, now, she realizes that she does have other people she cares for. whether she has one child or plenty, the Four Hounds deserve a place at her side, however, she doesn't know where or how that is. would she take them far from the Fell Church? even after its damages have already been done? would she name Griss as the godfather of her child? Mauvier? would she forgive Marni and, in some twisted form of fate, pronounce her the dead godmother? either way, she will have a child ( because, to her, she needs to start over. a clean new slate. a clean new family. ) but where would she go to raise them?

after her death, Zephia doesn't really understand her goals or desires. she's realized that the Four Hounds were the family she wanted, yes, but would they be enough? especially after she had such an influence in all of their fates? what's to say that Griss would even be a good godfather? and if he isn't, what would she do? it isn't his fault that he's the way he is as much as it's her fault for encouraging his desires. would she discard him from the new life or would she see her child as the problem?

now for the COMPARISON. let it be known that imagining Xephia with a child is a dangerous game, as her own traumas are only repressed, not healed, and putting a child under her care would only prove how inept she is at motherhood. she wasn't made or taught how to properly love someone and her definition of parenthood is a transaction of obligation from the child for being born so... yeah.

pre-death Zephia is selfish whereas post-death Zephia is not as blind to her prior desires. this has nothing to do with Sombron, unfortunately, as she still wants to have his child. that will not change. for over a thousand years, that was her goal and, likely, will not change until a thousand more years of self-introspection occur. however, post-death Zephia does now see the Four Hounds as a family, though her understanding of this doesn't reflect that. she doesn't fully recognize the impact Griss, Mauvier, and Marni had on her conscious. so while she definitely imagines them being a part of a "happy life", in comparison to pre-death Zephia who will not think of them as anything beyond what they are, i don't think she knows what or where they'll be. because, after all, Marni's death was by her hands and Mauvier is nowhere to be found.

it's simple to assume that a "happy life" in Zephia's eyes would be something cruel and purposefully full of malice ( ex. founding a Fell Church of her own, or another faction of followers, or reviving Sombron completely ) but the only goal in life that she can remember having is to bear a child and live a life of fullness with them. the specifics aren't and were never thought out fully.

#queue tag tba. #ofradiances #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her teeth ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #she needs anything that isn't motherhood ( probably therapy ) but man... #thinking of her with a child and trying to heal from the transactional view of parenthood she had for centuries is inchresting.. #fortunately.. for her and the child.. that will never happen but it's nice to wonder about #especially considering that she is and will always be a villain and her child would have to bear the burden of either similar ideologies + #or understanding that they are / can be different. plus the wedge that realization would put between them and zephia #similar to the wedge she put between her & the hounds tho i tentatively disregard griss since ree mentioned his view on marni's death #anywho no more tag rambling. just know i think a lot about her actually becoming a mother

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ is it because you like me so much ? / mike @ jeremy! ❞ ( fic sentence starters )

The question was met with a near immediate grin, Jeremy's spot stretched out across the bed granting him a warm patch of sun through the partly-open window. "How'd you know?" He settled his hands behind his head, eyes drifting shut despite the smile still tugging at his lips. Content. Comfortable.

"I know you're tryin' to be funny, but you're not wrong." He had liked Michael from the moment he saw him, a gut feeling only sharpened by actually getting to know him. "I bet you could talk me into anything." He was joking now, but only partly. One set of eyelids peeking open in Mike's direction, he added, "Michael Afton, you're going to be the death of me. Just make sure it's a fun time."

#☽—— ⸢ ask ⸥ #f n a f / #florietiae #˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( jeremy fitzgerald ) #☆ —— verse ↳ s t o r m b o u n d. #((what the fuck why did this make me emotional fskdafhsdjsdakhl)) #((jeremy: finds comfort in michael / me: grabs my heart)) #((they mean everything to me. nothing bad should ever happen to them. i'm blocking canon out of my memory)) #☽—— ⸢ queue ⸥

[revclver-jesus]

{{ sometimes i look at the grunge aesthetic tag and fill takaya's queue with cute pictures to remember what im fighting for sdkgjshkgh }}

#so if my queue just starts posting 2010 tumblr aesthetics that's why #✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽

[fizzyrph]

my phones are gonna be shut off tomorrow if i can't help pull together some funds , so pls if you can signal boost this post , commission me during this sale , or even small donations anything would be massively appreciated so i don't lose my phone service + wifi access entirely .

#( my bf starts getting paid for this new job NEXT WEEK & then finally things ) #( won't be such a struggle & i won't have to keep doing this but it's my only means. ) #( of helping to bring in any funds to help our situation so PLS if you could do any of the ) #( things listed above that would be SO appreciated . im gonna put this in queue to post again as well ) #* ⠀ ── ⠀☽⠀ 、 ⠀ sale ⠀ ! #* ⠀ ── ⠀☽⠀ 、 ⠀ psa ⠀ ! #* ⠀ ── ⠀☽⠀ 、 ⠀ commission examples ⠀ ! #signal boost .

[wolfwidow]

— like real people do, hozier : a worm was slowly crawling its way across lex's hand and she watched with a mildly interested look. soil had been pushed under the beds of all her nails and dirt was streaked in great stripes over her tight, shield-issued, work suit. dark eyes slowly lifted from the ground to seek out and find Alice amongst the dirt and wreckage of the plane that they had taken down. even as friends, and roommates, lex didn't often dig where she felt she wasn't wanted. she groaned and pulled herself up gently to stand on earth that slid under her feet – unsteady from the force of impact – and wandered to the blonde's side, ' come on, the bugs and the dirt are trying to pull us under. '

— @heroeslogic : 59 !

#heroeslogic #⋆｡☽˚⋆. best american girl ! ( super spy. ) #⋆｡☽˚⋆. don't wait for me ! ( queue. )

[strictlycanon]

@magicveiled asked: “Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?” // morgan @ shadow moon?

[ ☾ ]

"Maybe a little. But who isn't when they don't know the unknown?"

This war between the old gods and new gods did frighten him a little. Just because it was a battle between gods. Who wouldn't be afraid of that? And Shadow was smack dab in the middle of all of it.

#★ please leave a message after the beep; queue ★ #magicveiled #☾ v; what do you believe; main ☽ #☾ shining one; interactions shadow ☽ #★ don't have a regrettii have some spaghetti; asks ★ #Thanks for sending one in!

[strictlyoc]

[ 🌕 ]

"Top five at least right?"

River loved all kinds of animals, hence why he decided to become a vet. But Corgi's had a special place in his heart. They were just an amazing breed, always up to something. Without a word, River got out his phone and pulled up a good picture of the tan and white corgi to show Ky.

"That's my Corky. She's such a ham."

Once she was done looking at the picture, River closed the picture and then put his phone back in his pocket as Ky spoke.

"So stress can cause you to turn? I'm glad you have a coping mechanism then."

There was still a lot River didn't know about being a werewolf. He's only ever turned on a full moon. His job could be pretty stressful but he's never wolfed out from it. Which he was glad he hasn't.

"Oh yeah? That is a good thing, makes you prepared in case some guy isn't all that nice to you."

@lunarruled continued from x

#✥ please leave a message after the beep; queue ✥ #lunarruled #☾ v; to prove them wrong; spn ☽ #☾ ahhooo; interactions river ☽

[roseadleyn]

i still remember your order. || callisto regulus.

Callisto still remembers the day he fell in love with you.

It was the brightest day of summer, the sun was boiling hot, the sky a crystalline blue, and all of the plants either bright green or dull brown. He was incredibly irritated, having dealt with the nobles and their ceaseless list of complaints, then running into his stepmother and being forced to listen to her endless tirade.

They're all so bothersome. He thought to himself, trying to contain his anger and frustration. Annoying.

He decided that he'd take some time off in town to cool down his temper. He'd been working so hard for the past week, he deserved it; and so he dropped off a curt message to Cedric to finish up the paperwork for the new school they were organizing to open in the village - "Your Highness! You can't just run off like that-!" - and then headed downtown.

He'd only gone a few steps into the market, feeling the tension in his muscles unwind and letting out a deep sigh as he relaxed, when he heard a very, very familiar voice.

"Callisto! Hi!"

He turned and had scarcely a moment to process... well, anything, before you - a sweet student who had once healed his wounds - tackled him in a crushing hug. People stopped to openly stare and he threatened them with his eyes before ruffling your hair.

"Good afternoon." He responded, good naturedly. "I see that the summer heat has failed to lower your energy."

"And you're as grouchy as ever," You counter, frowning at him. You're the only person he allows to talk to him like that - if it was anyone else, he would have separated their head from their shoulders a long time ago. Slipping your hand into your pocket, you offer, "I was going to get myself a drink, if you're willing to come along?"

He considers the proposal before agreeing with a shrug. It's not like he has anywhere else to be. "Alright."

As you two make your way to the nearest little café, his thoughts wander back to when your way-too-cheerful presence actually became tolerable to him, actually became something he looked forward to. He had met you when an assasination attack had caught him off-guard, and though he'd managed to kill them, his wounds were just a little bit too deep. He'd staggered into the more remote parts of the village, fighting against his pounding head, when he'd stumbled into you. You'd given only one shriek of surprise before he'd shut your mouth with one of his satin black gloves, mumbling at you to not 'cause a ruckus' before promptly passing out.

You'd managed to haul him to your cozy little house, somehow, with much groaning and cursing. You had then set yourself, rather determinedly, to the task of healing him, and even though it had taken you three hours whole, you had done it.

Callisto had woken up in your small, comfortable bedroom, hazy and dazed. He'd wondered why the walls were wooden instead of smooth white marble, why the bedsheets were cotton instead of pure silk, and why on Earth there was a small, sleepy commoner dozing off at the foot of the bed with a bottle of medicine swinging from her hand.

"Oi, you. Wake up."

You had stirred and then abruptly sitten up, as though remembering who was there with you. "Your Highness. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, but... were you the one who healed me?"

You had laughed. "Yes, sorry to disappoint you."

He rouses himself from the memory as you push open the door to the little café. He doesn't quite understand why his heartbeat speeds up, why he nervously watches you ask for your drink as though it's an exact science, why his stomach seems to be performing somersaults by just looking at you.

You order casually and without event — a milk tea with sugary pearls and extra sugar — and he orders a matcha tea with honey and milk.

The hot milk and warm honey remind him of himself. You take a sip of your drink and look so delighted that he wonders if he can ever make you look happier than you are right now and then resolves to try his best. Desperate to say something but not knowing what to say, he says, "Your drink looks sweet. That fits."

You flush pink and grin at him.

That look on your face is one he'll never forget.

——

'So, Your Majesty ordered a matcha tea with honey and milk, along with a milk tea with chocolate sugar pearls and extra sugar, is that right?'

Callisto nods. The first drink — matcha tea with honey and milk — isn't necessarily his favorite, but he orders it out of habit everytime he comes by to this place. The woman behind the counter places both drinks on the table, and the little girl in his lap begins to squirm and reaches for your drink with small chubby hands.

"No, silly," He chides his daughter, "that's for mama, remember? You're too small."

The woman makes a sound of surprise and looks abashed as he glances up, but he only explains, "She's only a few months old. Choking hazard."

She laughs but gives a solemn nod. "Yes, it's bad for the baby princess."

Callisto smiles and thanks her before stepping outside, wanting to get home and surprise you with the drink as soon as possible.

The summer is still bright as ever.

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tagging ; @writerig, @loekas, @dxmoness, @primordixl, @ykassu, @dion-s-lawyer, @orpheusdionodin, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @hmerus, @cerisearan, @dxmoness, @lvmxlee, @d10nsaint, @meow-meow-potato, @parkykwho, @izumi-astra-123, and @palaceofghosts.

[ originally posted on wattpad first ]

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#꒰ ☽︎ ꒱ — stars. #villains are destined to die #villains are destined to die callisto #vadtd #vadd #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv #ditoeftv x reader #villains are destined to die x reader #villains are destined to die callisto x reader #vadtd x reader #vadd x reader #death is the only ending for the villainess x reader #callisto regulus #callisto regulus x reader #death is the only ending for the villainess callisto #manhwa x reader #manhwa #— on queue.

[darby-rowe]

I’m so sorry if I’m spamming cuz I literally just liked nearly everything on your Coriolanus snow master list😭😭

omg anon don’t apologize !! i luv spam bc that means that yall enjoy what i have to say 🥹

#☽｡⋆ dally’s asks; #☁︎ — dally’s busy! ; queue #seriously i have my notifs off for this app anyway #so logging in to see a shit ton of notifs makes me 🥹

[malicedarkened]

quick doodle warmup of the ink goo boi from a few days ago!

#| self promo | ✍︎ #✹☽ aesthetic ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ | #❝ ooc? like ‘we’re out of milk’ but it’s ‘we’re out of a character’? ❞ | ℬ𝑙𝑢𝑒 | {☕︎} #| 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 №⁹⁶〈𝑦𝖔𝕦 ᵈºᴺᵗ 𝓀𝔫𝑜𝕨 ᵐᴱ〉 #[ queue *] #| My Art! ] #(( my pen was dying so I had to rush the end and forgot his earring #it’s been driving me cRAZY agshdh but what can ya do ))

[ladyseidr]

Like this post for 2-4 memes from Quinn. Although she has fn.af verses, she's open to crossovers with any muses. Open to all mutuals. Multis: please specify muse(s) you'd like memes for, or I won't send you any.

#☽—— ⸢ ask call ⸥ #☽—— ⸢ queue ⸥

[revclver-jesus]

{{ still can't get over the mental image of opening a door to where takaya was sleeping and just seeing this Thing, this absolute Cryptid of a man, with his uncombed hair half over his face and the glowing eyes of a wild deer in headlights

undoubtedly cursing you out for waking him up while he has a splitting headache sdkhgdsh }}

#persona 3 #takaya sakaki #✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ headcanons. ☾ ✞ ☽ #{{ i have some ask memes in the queue for tomorrow !! it is 2 in the morning right now please ignore me sdkghdsds }}

[ruinakete]

aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ・ accepting! ( asked also by @sublimeflowoftime and @enarmor! ) ( brief warning for very small suicide attempt mention in second paragraph )

though i want to say her reaction would be extreme, it actually isn't. in fact, it's the opposite? her handle on grief, reaction-wise, is quite calculated despite the immediate dissociation as if her heart doesn't fully understand that she's supposed to be grieving.

likewise, the only times i can remember Zephia being forced to grieve, with her whole heart, is after the destruction of her village and before Griss' death ( as she had bled out before he did ). her instinct in light of both incidents was to take back control; younger her immediately tried to destroy her Dragonstone and, to an extent, herself instead of idly carrying or being the cause of her parents' deaths while pre-death her used the rest of her magic to create a crystal for Alear, more to spite Sombron than to help Alear despite it doing just that and her words insinuating the latter.

so, in a way, it could be argued that Zephia doesn't really acknowledge grief properly until a loooong time passes. her first instinct will always be to regain the control she lost from "grieving" in the first place. and by not recognizing grief as an actual emotion until centuries pass, she tends to forget exactly what brought the grief upon her in the first place. and that kind of just... ruins the whole healing process. it's like a continuous cycle.

I wish I could give a more elaborate answer but Zephia, at her core, is a person who doesn't waste much time on the human aspects that make her, her. that's just not who she is or who she was raised to be; both by her tribe and Sombron.

for example, instead of actually being sad about Marni's betrayal ( which I can confidently say had an impact on her, no matter if the said impact was big or not ), she immediately killed the hound instead of wasting time to wonder what drove Marni to act the way she did. while that was cruel and Zephia's uncaring comments on it were heartless, I truly believe that it was her form of grieving. taking back the control she loses is the only comfort she deems necessary to helping her feel better.

however, another factor might just be that she didn't really care that much for Marni at that time since she had yet to realize the dynamic they had was what she had wanted all along. so, to Zephia of the past and present, that incident wouldn't even be counted as something to grieve over. but there is no doubt that she does care about her.

anywho, my last note on this is to reiterate that grief likely isn't an emotion she's been subjected to a lot, which, in her thousands of years alive, wouldn't make her as responsive or familiar with it.

#queue tag tba. #aubins #sublimeflowoftime #enarmor #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her teeth ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #engage spoilers #about half of her character is me making shit up since little is known about her in canon and she's not the type to pour out her feelings #thank goodness zelestia exists PLUS she and griss had their heart-to-heart and she died... finally an honest woman #really wanna make a meta post on the four hounds ( recruitment / bonds / impact ) but that will never happen i fear #also the readmore is only on these posts bc they get kind of long :pray:

[wolfwidow]

— @smertzimy : ' no it's okay, I have gauze on me, ' lex said, eyebrows dipping in a frown at the red streaks that she had suddenly noticed appear on the other. she swung her backpack off and started rooting through it, relieved at least that there was time for this further from the street she had been patrolling, ' how did you get it anyway ? ' ( continued from here )

#smertzimy #⋆｡☽˚⋆. best american girl ! ( super spy. ) #⋆｡☽˚⋆. don't wait for me ! ( queue. )