moniehon 2 days ago
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Fem Hualian on a date 馃
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pixlokita 2 days ago
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Out of context Glammike with baby Gregory -w-)馃挄
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see-arcane 2 days ago
Lucy, Mina, and Jonathan: The Childhood Friend Trio We Don鈥檛 Get to See
Because I saw your tag @marghen (and because I need little to no prompting on this)鈥攜es, everyone should absolutely keep in mind that Lucy, Mina, and Jonathan have been friends since childhood. I can鈥檛 be bothered to harvest all the scraps of text, but it鈥檚 mentioned more than once that Lucy and Mina have been close since they were little girls, and Mr. Hawkins will later mention the fact that he鈥檚 known Jonathan and Mina since they were small. They were all wee little kids together, all each others鈥 closest social circle up through adolescence and young adulthood. And, if the manner of their writing is any indication, they鈥檙e still each others鈥 closest friends.
Things to picture for maximum sweetness (and hindsight pain):
- Mina was the bridging friend between Jonathan and Lucy. As canon has established, both Jonathan and Lucy have the sweetheart gene, and likely took to each other like two golden retrievers meeting for the first time.
- Mina, while still being the mini mom friend, is also the scary friend. She鈥檚 the one who goes out of her way to read/stay up late to overhear the ghost stories too menacing for little children鈥檚 ears. She absolutely recites them to Jonathan and Lucy. They are both too smitten with her to mention they will have nightmares afterwards.
- Sometime around age 6, Lucy announces that she has already made plans for their home someday. Also their wedding鈥攖hey will need an especially wide chapel to fit everybody across the aisle, she鈥檚 decided. She draws out the situation on a big piece of butcher paper, illustrating little crayon Lucy holding Mina鈥檚 hand who is holding Jon鈥檚 hand. Lucy is also holding the hand of a stick figure with a question mark for a head. There are several such figures squashed in with the three of them, as placeholders for future people.
Lucy: 鈥淚n case we need to get more married,鈥 she explains. 鈥淲e鈥檒l need a very big house.鈥
- Jonathan causes more than one heart attack when he reveals himself as being part spider monkey. He once climbed a tree that was three floors tall to retrieve Mina鈥檚 hat that had blown up into the branches. Another time he climbed the outside of a house to get a stuck cat off the roof. He was 8.
- All three have individually fought for the others鈥 honor on separate occasions as they grew up. Insults and rumors varied, but generally had themes of implying unmanly weakness on Jonathan鈥檚 part, salacious man-stealing on Lucy鈥檚 part, and blindness to how foolish it is to let her man be friends with other women on Mina鈥檚 part. Rebuttals were always swift, venomous, and often required the insulted party frantically holding back their companions, lest the defensive duo commit something newsworthy against the mudslingers.
-聽Mina, hiding her left hand: 鈥淟ucy. You know that trip to Bournemouth Jonathan and I went on last week?鈥
Lucy, has been conspiring with Jonathan for the perfect setup for weeks, has been slowly dying with the effort Not to Blab: 鈥淢mhmm?鈥
Mina: 鈥淗e proposed to me there. In a graveyard.鈥
Lucy: 鈥淥h, my!鈥 :o
Mina, glowing: 鈥淚t was at Mary Shelley鈥檚 grave.鈥
Lucy, turning mental cartwheels: 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 say!鈥 :O
Mina, revealing a wedding band with gemstones set like a skull: 鈥淎nd just look at the ring!鈥
Lucy, straining with every fiber of her being not to break decorum by jumping on the caf茅 table and cheering at the sky: 鈥淚t鈥檚 gorgeous, congratulations!鈥 :D
Later, out of Mina鈥檚 earshot, everyone in a post celebration-wine buzz:
Jonathan, beaming: 鈥
Lucy, shit-eating grin: 鈥
Jonathan, for the 100th time: 鈥he said y-
Lucy, also for the 100th time: Fuck yeah, she said yes!
(They have been doing this for half an hour. At the full hour mark Lucy is giving a thorough monologue about why she should be both Maid of Honor and Best (Wo)man, it鈥檚 only fair, really, she鈥檚 known them both longest/best than any of his law school fellows鈥)
((Jonathan is still nodding at her when he falls asleep and off the chair.))
(((Mina herds them both to bed, silently promising herself never to mention she鈥檇 caught on to their plans from day one)))
I don鈥檛 know, I just really think it鈥檚 vital to recall that these characters are all just barely grazing young adulthood as of the novel鈥檚 time, and their entire lives have been spent growing up with each other. Even if the romantic context weren鈥檛 there, this is a certified found family trio鈥攚e just don鈥檛 get the chance to see and appreciate it within the novel due to certain vampiric prick circumstances.聽
Which is yet another strike against the bloodsucking bastard man. If it weren鈥檛 for Dracula, Jonathan would have gotten home on time and we鈥檇 have gotten a whole beach episode in Whitby with the three of them. Sigh.
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elysean a day ago
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Plant your feet, draw a charge. I've been wanting to meet this "King Steve" everybody's been telling me so much about.
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percyofcolour 2 days ago
crazy how people have a bigger deal with the idea of percy being poc being canon compliant when the entirety of the pjo timeline is messed up, nico changed skin tones, luke referred to annabeth as his cousin despite gods not having dna but the whole god family thing and being in romatic relationships as demigods is a little kooky anyway, percy鈥檚 school grade was messed up and silena changed hair colours.
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jekyllnahyena a day ago
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*4 minutes by madonna is playing, just distorted*
ehhhhhhhh, hi? have more murder fox
[It鈥檚 adigital drawing of commander Fox from star wars. She鈥檚 fully armored and holding a red lightsaber. She鈥檚 standing in a black pool or sorts with a black background. Above her is a fox head in profile, it鈥檚 mouth open and stretched around Fox鈥 head. Blood drips down from it鈥檚 teeth and it鈥檚 snout is smeared with more. The lightsaber lights Fox鈥 left side, in which hand she holds the weapon. She鈥檚 looking over her shoulder at the onlooker. She has bloodstains on her kama and armor. End I.D]
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anoriginalderivative 2 days ago
i love you intuitive eating, i love you being in touch with your body/feelings, i love you loving and accepting your health based on how you feel instead of how you look, i love you interpreting cravings as a potential nutritional need, i love you listening to your body the way you deserved to be listened to as a child
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oceanofflavor an hour ago
Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the Duffer Brothers creating Eddie Munson and bringing him into the show just to kill him off because they're too scared to kill off any of their main characters then it totally blowing up in their faces because everyone fell in love with him and he became the most talked about thing in season 4.
They tried to play it safe like they do every season, by bringing in a new character and killing them off at the end of the season so they could have an emotional death, but avoid killing off any of the main characters whose deaths would actually impact the story and it finally backfired on them.
I have to laugh. It鈥檚 ridiculous. They鈥檙e ridiculous. Yes, I鈥檓 still crushed over Eddie鈥檚 death, it broke my heart, but this backlash they're getting is hilarious because their same old tricks finally caught up to them and they're never going to hear the end of it.
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rhaignjiron 4 hours ago
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Harrington the Hot Commodity
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husborth a day ago
I think movie!Vader鈥檚 relationship with movie!Emperor is definitely more complex than popular fanon. Many people see it only as master & slave, and that鈥檚 wrong when you鈥檙e considering the movies鈥攏otably, movie!Palpatine鈥檚 control over Vader is much subtler than either Legends or Disney鈥檚 content. George has implied that Vader, with the suit and the mask and all, loved that man鈥攍oved, and not once stopped loving. I think he very much still sees the Emperor as his friend, even though their relationship is hideously abusive. Like, just this excerpt of The Making of RotJ:
One of the significant lines added by Lucas covered Vader鈥檚 motivation and his relationship with the Emperor by having the latter say to him, 鈥淥nly together can we turn [Luke] to the dark side of the Force.鈥 Vader thus retains part of his motivation from Empire鈥攖o turn his son from the light鈥攂ut his earlier desire to overthrow the Emperor seems absent.
鈥淚 figured the Emperor and Darth Vader needed to be more like partners,鈥 Lucas would say. 鈥淭he Emperor could have given Vader a tongue-lashing, but it would have diminished Vader; if you had somebody whip him, that would have made him weak. Whereas if you say, 鈥楲ord Vader, you weren鈥檛 on your game, were you?鈥 鈥楴o, Master. I鈥檓 sorry,鈥 that鈥檚 a little different.鈥
I think it鈥檚 very much implied here that the Emperor doesn鈥檛 humiliate Vader physically or verbally, so there鈥檚 no Force lightning when his apprentice fails; by the contrary, he doesn鈥檛 even need to. I remember Ian McDiarmid saying that Anakin grew to see Palpatine as a father figure when Obi-Wan didn鈥檛 fill that role, and in The Making of RotS George Lucas mentions another thing:
鈥淚 will throw away everything that I have, everything that I鈥檝e grown to love鈥損rimarily the Emperor鈥揳nd throw away my life, to save this person.鈥
Movie!Emperor is such a boss of manipulation, gaslighting, and lying, that he made Vader love him (his own abuser).
i see it somewhere falling between the two, the extremes of legends and disney and the subtlety of the movies; because palpatine is such a non-entity in the narrative, all kinds of evil are possible, because his only narrative purpose is to be evil. thus by a similar metric his evil also has to be boundless, that there's not a hideousness he's not willing to do or has already done, because he is the very concept of evil itself. he embodies the ideology of the sith, which has become in later years of the franchise not just the power-seeking ambition and cutthroat violence george lucas started with, but an actual reverence and obsession with pain and suffering, even your own, and you know - i kind of like that. i like that as a convenient antithesis of the jedi, who try to cut out the feeling of pain entirely so as not to become the sith, who place suffering at the be-all end-all of everything in the galaxy, and the point of existence. who the hell would want to be those guys, for real?
but in that sense, there's a real religious element to actual, honest-to-god torture for palpatine. i read him as an absolute sadist who has bought into a religion that purports to turn agony into psychic energy, and is having the time of his life, because for him, cutting things open and watching them squirm is akin to an act of worship. so i do think that, while largely i think legends and disney content tends to be over-the-top with it in a way that misses the point, physical torture is part of what the emperor's toolbox, though definitely less frequent in my opinion than the psychological abuse. but i don't think it's frequently codified as punishment, because, you know, both vader and palpatine subscribe to an ideology where pain becomes power, where agony is highly prized, if palpatine decides physical torture is on the docket for the day, there is a strong likelihood that vader's assumption following that is, this will make me stronger. the emperor causing him pain is for his benefit as a sith; he derives psychic power from this.
it's also possible that vader loves the emperor more for that torment, because all vader has left for many years is his strength in the force and being powerful in order to better serve the empire, and anything that helps him accomplish that goal, even if it feels miserable, is venerated. i don't doubt that vader loves the emperor. he's loved palpatine as family for most of his life, and vader has done some unimaginably awful things for palpatine specifically, because palpatine asked him, because palpatine needed him to; i don't think vader can really ever stop loving the emperor because it would mean that rationale for all of these actions rings hollow, so in a lot of ways vader can't stop not only because palpatine's his only connection, but also because his love for the emperor is tied so closely to why he can never stop. and i mean, i think in a really awful way, the emperor cared a lot about vader; i don't read him as being as cold or clinical as he's written half the time, because the sith are supposed to be about an overabundance of passion, and then also vader is a black hole of human suffering, and what sith - embroiled in the ideas of the excess of agony - wouldn't be perpetually obsessed with that?
but, you know, when there's that much pain and mind-warping, hysterical circumstance tying two people together, i could talk about that shit all day. i think it gets really complicated. but i don't doubt for a second that vader really loved the emperor, and i think, in-universe, he's probably the only person who actually ever did. in some ways, ironically, vader is actually in the one position that exists to understand luke intimately; he, too, loves his father, who is an unbridled monster, both to his son personally and the galaxy.
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separatist-apologist 21 hours ago
A Mythical Thing
I'm begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans.
Summary: A creature of scales and shadows lurks just beyond the woods. Watching.
For a priestess bathed in light and the shimmering bond that tethers them together.
A moment of impulsivity drives them together, wrapping them in fates golden ribbon.
Azriel will do anything to make her his.
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CW: Dragon monster (more like shifter); past mentions of SA; human men.
Gwyneth Berdara had always been warned not to walk the woods. Not alone and especially not at night. It was a warning she鈥檇 heeded her entire life given that terrible, lurking beast had a taste for the flesh of maidens. As a priestess, Gwyn was expected to never take a lover, to never know the touch of a man. It made them all nervous that one day the monster might realize the temple at the edge of the realm was filled with nothing but maidens.聽
A veritable feast to be had.
But then he was found, paraded back into the city with a massive chain around his throat. Gwyn had watched, hidden beneath her hood. She鈥檇 expected a terrifying, scaled beast鈥ot a man in irons walking to his death. They said he鈥檇 defiled the last woman, had impregnated her. Gwyn heard the rumors that the woman had liked him, that the two were in love.
She鈥檇 seen the agony on that man's face when Lord Nolan taunted him before everyone that they鈥檇 find the missing woman. That they鈥檇 drag her back and remove the creature living in her body. How he鈥檇 remained utterly still, dressed only in a pair of loose fitting pants. His body was so strangely scaled in shimmering orange and gold, his eyes the oddest color of red and brown.聽
Gwyn liked to think she knew what love looked like. Nolan was devoid of it.
The monster was filled with it.
And that night, Gwyn decided to take the first walk she鈥檇 ever had outside the walls of the temple. Moonlight peeked through the snaking tree branches overhead, devoid of their usual greenery as winter approached. Gwyn went too far that first night, drunk on her own success. The monster loved the woman they鈥檇 sent him and, to hear it told, had released the rest.
Perhaps the only monsters were just the trees and this shifting, slipping shadows. It had been those grappling, creaking hands that tore at her cloak. The shredding material sent her running back for the walls, heart pounding desperately in her ears when she slammed the gate loudly behind her.
Tendrils of night seemed to drape themselves around her, curling gently against her moon pale skin. She turned her head, a friendly breeze ruffling the copper brown of her hair until it was pushed into her eyes. There was nothing out there but the men from the city, hunting down a terrified, pregnant woman. Gwyn wondered what it was like, to be so sure of something you鈥檇 turn your back on your entire way of life just to keep it.
And with a breathy sigh, she walked back to the arching silver doors of the temple. No one was awake save for her. Everyone else was a creature of the light the way their Mother Goddess demanded. Gwyn had tried. For fifteen years, she鈥檇 tried so desperately to be what was expected of her. Gwyn suspected she was the outcast because of the circumstances that had seen her dumped on the doorstep of the temple.
Living alone with just her sister had painted targets on their backs. Catrin had fought back but Gwyn鈥wyn had allowed those men to touch her, to do whatever they wanted while she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed it would all be over soon. That she would get through it. Too late and too often, Gwyn wondered if she鈥檇 fought back if those men would have let her join her sister.
Catrin was buried at the base of the mountains in the village she鈥檇 grown up in. She鈥檇 been given a proper burial by a populace more willing to mourn a dead, martyred woman than the very real living one who was now alone. The men were never punished but Gwyn was.聽
She鈥檇 been little more than a child, and yet she鈥檇 heard the way the older women spoke about her and Catrin. Women. Seductresses. Temptress.聽
She鈥檇 been thirteen.
Gwyn sighed, taking the steps up the winding tower to her bedroom. If the other priestesses had experienced anything similar, they鈥檇 never said. Everyone knew about her. She was safe, if that monster ever invaded but Gwyn liked to think that the creature could tell the difference between willingly handing something over and having it stolen from you. Even before she鈥檇 learned he was only a man, Gwyn had thought he might kill her, too.
That she could join Catrin and find some measure of peace.
Gwyn went out the second night and then the third. She considered, tramping against the dead, rotting leaves that were damp from the rain they鈥檇 gotten that morning. The earthen smell of autumn warred with approaching winter while that teasing wind greeted her with another playful ruffle of her hair. Gwyn鈥檚 steps were bouncy as she basked in the waning moonlight. There was no one out here to admonish, to call her Gwyneth in that disapproving tone.
Gwyneth, don鈥檛 sing while you do your chores
Gwyneth, why are you smiling during service?聽
Gwyneth, where are the scrolls I asked you for鈥
She grinned now, face tilted towards the sky. Opening her mouth, Gwyn sang the same song from that morning without worrying someone might overhear. Only the trees would witness her. She felt free, untethered and unbound.聽
Happy, without that usual guilt that she shouldn鈥檛, that she was betraying Catrin somehow, by finding joy when her sister could not. Out here, it was easy to hear Catrins voice urging her to indulge a little. Catrin had always been like that. Gwyn had been studious鈥攕erious, given how absent their mother was鈥攁nd Catrin had been fun. In her darker moments, she often thought it was a tragedy she鈥檇 survived and Catrin had not.
Catrin wouldn鈥檛 have stayed in the temple. She would have done something. She would have figured out how to move on, to keep laughing, smiling鈥攍iving. Gwyn鈥檚 voice softened, her emotion threatening to overwhelm her. The song changed to a familiar tune sung often in the villages.
Catrin鈥檚 favorite.聽
Gwyn鈥檚 steps took on a life of their own, pulling her towards a denser patch of trees where even shadows couldn鈥檛 penetrate. She went, if only to prove to herself that she could. That some small, tiny part of her wasn鈥檛 scared. There was nothing, she told herself. Only the dark, only night.聽
A soft snuffling stopped her the second she was enveloped. The leaves beneath her feet shifted as though something heavy dragged over them. All at once her singing died, her body utterly rooted into place.
鈥淗ello?鈥 she whispered. Silence was the only sound save for the soft, panting breath. She wasn鈥檛 alone anymore. Gwyn didn鈥檛 move, afraid if she turned and ran the thing would give chase.聽
Wide eyes cut through the dark, hazel and as bright as stars. She had a sense of this beast now, of the creature鈥檚 unfolding wings that made him sing twice as big as the forest itself. He raised himself upwards, tail sliding closer towards her. Gwyn鈥檚 heart was in her throat.
She鈥檇 been warned, hadn鈥檛 she?聽
Gwyn opened her mouth to scream, turning to run. The monster grabbed her, pulling her close against his warm, dark scales. His wings extended even further, betraying the sheer size of him as a thing so big it didn鈥檛 seem possible he鈥檇 ever been able to hide here. As he took to the air, Gwyn noticed his scales seemed to shift the most peculiar shade of wintry blue. She reached out one trembling, terrified hand and touched.
He bellowed in response, a ring of fire igniting the world beneath them. She exhaled a breath.
And if she drew another, she didn鈥檛 know.聽
Darkness overtook her, dragging her into the blackened abyss.聽
He hadn鈥檛 believed Lucien when he showed up with the female claiming her as his mate. Gold ribboning her neck, belly filled with child and still Azriel had assumed him to be a liar. Tired of waiting for a female of their own kind to show up, he鈥檇 merely bent the magic to his will and taken a human instead. And though Azriel was certainly curious, he hadn鈥檛 truly thought he had a mate, either. Like so many other males that had agreed to fight with Cassian, he鈥檇 decided to see the woman.聽
Perhaps cajole one into joining him as a pseudo-mate. It wouldn鈥檛 be the same and yet better than centuries of loneliness. If nothing else, he鈥檇 told himself he鈥檇 get to punish the mortal males that were responsible for the slaughter of his people. That had been reason enough to don his armor and hide among the trees, waiting for the prince to offer a command.
It had been her singing that had drawn him away from the ranks. He鈥檇 crept closer, swearing he was only curious as to the sort of female that would wander the woods alone at night. He didn鈥檛 think the humans were that brave, not when they were so afraid of Lucien, of all people.聽
Standing in a patch of moonlight, Azriel had felt that snapping oof, had inhaled her bright scent and had just known.聽
The smiling, fragile little thing belonged to him and was, without even meaning to, wandering towards an army of males who had likely never seen anything half as beautiful as her. He鈥檇 panicked, snatching her up and bellowing a warning when Cassian came chasing after him. He still felt that wildness, that urge to claw out the throat of any male that came too close to the now sleeping human female in his bed.聽
Azriel didn鈥檛 know what to do with her or even how to explain why he鈥檇 just kidnapped her. It was all wrong, he mused, but perhaps not unsalvageable. From what Elain had said, humans didn鈥檛 know they could be mates鈥攈ad no concept for it. Perhaps, though, if he explained, she would understand why he鈥檇 taken her.聽
If he offered her a little token, something pretty and small, she might not be so afraid when she woke up. He was torn between leaving her in his home, an isolated cabin at the far end of the mountains. No one but his own kind could get to her up here and, at least for the moment, they were occupied with their war with the humans.
Azriel took one last look at his mate鈥攂eautiful, with her long, coppery brown hair and her freckled, pale skin. She was draped in soft blue and he wondered what his own shade might look like imprinted over her skin. If she鈥檇 be ribboned like Lucien鈥檚 mate was or if it would show up in some other way. Azriel swallowed.
There would be time for it.聽
He didn鈥檛 want her to fear him. More than anything, Azriel wanted to see her smile at him, to sing for him. He wasn鈥檛 stupid. He knew she鈥檇 cry if she woke and he was pacing like a monster, demanding she accept him as her mate without doing any of the work that was required to make a mate feel safe, loved, or cherished.
Heart lighter than it had been in centuries, Azriel stepped into shin deep snow and took to the skies. He wished he knew what she liked. As he made his way to his own city, cut against the tallest mountain, Azriel decided to just get everything he could think of. Shining baubles and clothes and books and jewels were shoved indiscriminately into a bag. His people loved these things鈥攕urely humans must, too?
Azriel returned to find her still tucked in the bed鈥攈is bed鈥攁nd he wondered when the last time she鈥檇 had any sleep was. He sat on the edge of the mattress, one scarred hand flat on the thick, black blanket. It had been a well-guarded dream, imagining a mate. A female who might curl beneath his sheets.
Who might belong to him.
His chest tightened, not with pleasure but with fear. He鈥檇 kidnapped his mate. Panic flooded through him all over again. She was going to wake up and hate him and rightly so. She鈥檇 demand he take her back and he鈥檇 be forced to relinquish her, doomed to watch her age and die. Perhaps most horrible, at least to Azriel鈥檚 mind, was the fear she鈥檇 take a different mate, would find happiness with that male.
Some not insignificant part of him wondered if he didn鈥檛 deserve that. After all, Azriel had done horrible things in his life. Things he wasn鈥檛 ashamed of, would never feel sorry for. The humans had come when he鈥檇 been a boy. They鈥檇 killed his mother slowly, torturing her in a tower while she pleaded and begged for them to spare him.聽
They鈥檇 kept him locked up for five miserable years. Five years without another living soul to speak with, subjected to their every cruel and mercurial whim. They poked and prodded, sliced and tore. And once, they鈥檇 doused him in flame just to see what might happen, scarring his hands before he鈥檇 been able to put it out. The humans didn鈥檛 understand that boys eventually became men. His kind was no different. Azriel had bade his time until his form was so massive he could tear that tower apart stone by stone, reducing it to rubble.
And then he鈥檇 had his revenge, stalking into the village and destroying every human without mercy. It was retribution for more than just his suffering but his mother, who had been soft and kind. Who had died trying to keep her only son safe. What would his mate think if she knew how soaked in blood he was?聽
What would she think of him if she knew he鈥檇 gone, first and foremost, to taste their blood again?聽
She shifted, fingers curling around a fluffy pillow. Deciding he would do whatever she demanded, that he would atone however she asked, he waited breathlessly. She was the most beautiful female he鈥檇 ever seen, her eyes the color of sparkling, sun warmed water. Rosy lips parted as she looked around the bedroom, taking in her new surroundings.
Taking in him.
Azriel had to fight not to shift, to spread his wings and show her how large he was. He had the sense that would only scare her, though had she been one of his own, she would have understood that males spread their wings to show their females what good protectors they were鈥nd, perhaps, to preen, if only a little. Azriel鈥檚 wingspan was large. Some small, vain part of him wanted to see her flush with pleasure when she realized that extended to all parts of him.聽
She exhaled a sweet scented breath. She reminded him of fresh dawn breaking over the mountains and she smelled like home before the humans came. Like berry soaked pine needles and fresh fallen snow. Azriel鈥檚 fingers twitched and he had to fight to keep himself from burying his face in the crook of her neck.聽
鈥淵ou鈥︹ she swallowed hard, sitting up very, very slowly. Drawing her knees to her chest, he had the sense she was trying to protect the softness of her body from him. 鈥淵ou are also a man.鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 he agreed, noting how she flinched when she heard him speak. The scent of her fear rolled off her in waves. Standing quickly, Azriel went for the bag of things. 鈥淚 got you a gift.鈥
He heard her exhale sharply.
鈥淎 gift?鈥
He set the bag gently on the bed, careful not to touch her. Thinking it might be better if he stayed off it entirely, he instead dragged a chair at the far end of his bedroom, the one he kept by the window, and sat down once he was as close as he dared to get.聽
She waited a moment before scooting towards it, grabbing the edge and dragging it towards her. With curious fingers, his mate pulled open the flap and just dumped everything onto the bed. He caught her delight, smothered quickly.
鈥淭his is鈥︹
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know what you liked,鈥 he admitted, watching her carefully. She picked through the baubles and jewels and clothes until she came to the book. Azriel鈥檚 whole body ignited with pleasure watching her draw it up, examining the spine. She exhaled softly.
鈥淲e鈥檙e not allowed to read for pleasure,鈥 she whispered.
鈥淲hy?鈥 he asked quickly, sitting so close to the edge of his chair he was in danger of falling out. She looked over at him, her long hair spilling over her delicate shoulders. Biting her bottom lip, Azriel guessed she was wondering if she should tell him what she thought. If he was safe or if this was all a ruse. He slumped, curling in on himself, hoping it made him seem smaller by comparison. One day she鈥檇 learned to appreciate his size鈥ut perhaps today she needed to see him as someone that would not hurt her.
鈥淥ur lives are dedicated to the Great Mother,鈥 she finally said, her eyes glazing for a moment. A priestess? He hadn鈥檛 realized, though the shimmering robes made sense to him now. His kind hadn鈥檛 seen one in centuries鈥hey had been the first to go, undefended and isolated as they were.聽
Azriel couldn鈥檛 help but wonder if the goddess didn鈥檛 have a sense of humor, pairing him, a creature soaked in darkness, with a female dedicated to worshiping the light. Perhaps this female was meant to be his salvation.聽
Did that make him her ruination?
鈥淲hat is your name?鈥 he asked her, hoping very much he was wrong.
鈥淕wyneth,鈥 she whispered. 鈥淥r鈥wyn, I think. Just Gwyn. That was what my sister called me.鈥
Sadness stole over her features and her hands, once so tight around the book he鈥檇 given, now dropped it into her lap.
鈥淎re you going to kill me?鈥 she asked him, her fear pungent again.
鈥淣o,鈥 he said hastily. Placing a hand to his black tuniced chest, he added, 鈥淢y name is Azriel.鈥
鈥淎zriel,鈥 she repeated.聽
He shivered in response.聽
鈥淲hy鈥︹ she gulped down the rest of her words. 鈥淗ow long do you plan to keep me?鈥
He was terrified, heart hammering in his throat, as he asked, 鈥淗ow long would you stay?鈥
鈥淭hat depends,鈥 she said, pushing aside the items he鈥檇 brought her carefully.
鈥淲hy you took me in the first place and what you intend to do with me.鈥澛
She was shaking so hard he could hear her teeth rattling.聽
Azriel swallowed. His voice a rasping whisper, he said, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e my mate.鈥
Whatever she鈥檇 imagined, it clearly hadn鈥檛 been that. He took advantage of her stunned silence to add, 鈥淚 just鈥 just want to spend time with you. I won鈥檛 hurt you. I鈥︹ Gods, it was all coming out wrong. 鈥淵ou can trust me.鈥
鈥淭rust takes time,鈥 she said, looking at her fingers. 鈥淚f I did stay鈥ay鈥or a week. Where would you sleep?鈥
鈥淎nywhere,鈥 he replied, certain she was not inviting him into her bed. 鈥淥utside, even, if that would make you feel safe.鈥
He could guard the door for threats, which might also make him feel safe. Gwyn鈥檚 eyes slid towards the window, curtains pulled open to reveal the snow capped mountains lined with that swaying pine forest.
鈥淚t鈥檚 too cold to sleep outside. Maybe just鈥ot in here?鈥
He nodded, trying to swallow his eager relief. 鈥淥kay.鈥
鈥淎nd鈥︹ she was still fidgeting. 鈥淎nd you鈥檙e not allowed to touch me unless you ask first. Ever.鈥
Azriel went so still. He could still scent that fear, sharper than before. Who had touched his mate without asking?聽
鈥淚 swear,鈥 he whispered, vowing one day, when she felt safe, he would cajole the names from her. He would offer her the same revenge he鈥檇 given his mother and if she wanted, he would put the knife in her hand. He didn鈥檛 think she wanted to know what manner of creature he was, how too often he flew alongside death itself as both friend and companion.
鈥淥ne month,鈥 she added. 鈥淎nd I can go home any time.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not a prisoner,鈥 he agreed. 鈥淚 will take you anywhere you like, even if you want to leave.鈥
鈥淲ill you show me this place? Let me see?鈥
Azriel stood slowly, watching as she clambered out of bed and smoothed out her dress.聽
鈥淚 will do anything you ask.鈥
He would do anything to keep his mate.
Gwyn half thought that perhaps she had hallucinated the fire breathing dragon that had snatched her in the night. Azriel didn鈥檛 seem capable of kidnapping someone. Had it not been for the wintry blue scales that gilded over his body, she might have thought him just a regular man. A very polite man, but a man nonetheless. She was so curious about his scales, how they edged over his bare, muscular arms before vanishing behind his clothes. The appeared again up his neck and over the side of his face before disappearing once again in his inky black hair.聽
She was most fascinated by the burns on his hands, scarred and, in places, scaled like the rest of him. They seemed to shine in the light so beautifully it made her chest ache. That was the only reason she鈥檇 agreed to stay with him to begin with. Azriel was stunning, so handsome she could hardly believe he was real at all. He seemed to be cut from the same cold stone lurking in the distance, as if the goddess herself had taken the time to lovingly place each feature. Gwyn hadn鈥檛 seen a man so close in fifteen years and never one with his high cheekbones, his full, curved lips, or his wide, hazel eyes, his skin the loveliest shade of warm brown she鈥檇 ever seen. He was taller than her by a good head and shoulders, his body muscular and broad. All muscle, if the bare arms crossed against his chest was any indication. A warrior, she thought, studying him when he wasn鈥檛 watching.聽
And quiet. His voice was dark and smoky, the sort of thing she swore lingered in the air like shadow. When she spoke Azriel seemed to vibrate, hanging off her every word, but he offered very little outside of his reassurances he did not mean to hurt her and his unending questions about her, her life.
Gwyn had questions of her own. She waited until they were on the bottom level of his home, seated at a square dining table. He鈥檇 made a simple dinner and was, as always, watching her with his unguarded fascination. She thought of the golden man that had likely been executed by General Nolan and his anguish when Nolan had promised to find the pregnant, hiding woman. Had they been mates, too?聽
鈥淲hy are your scales blue?鈥 she asked instead, too afraid to ask what she really wanted to know. Azriel鈥檚 thick brows shot skyward, his mouth shaping into an oh. He glanced down at his hands before curling them into fists and hiding them beneath the table.
鈥淢y kind鈥撯
鈥淵our kind?鈥
鈥淢ountain dwellers,鈥 he amended patiently in that rich, deep voice. She shivered without meaning to. 鈥淲e are typically blue or red鈥ery occasionally purple.鈥
鈥淚 wonder what color I would be,鈥 she wondered out loud. Hazel eyes flashed with delight.
鈥淏lue,鈥 he declared, eyes sliding down her neck. He looked no further before his gaze returned to her face and Gwyn could admit she appreciated the way he didn鈥檛 seem to ogle her. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she decided to be brave.
鈥淎nd what are mates?鈥澛
He didn鈥檛 hesitate. 鈥淚 am yours, and you are mine.鈥
It was oddly sweet. 鈥淟ike marriage?鈥
He wrinkled his nose.聽
鈥淣ot like marriage?鈥 she pressed. He opened his mouth and closed it again, clearly struggling.聽
鈥淚t is鈥t is a connection between souls. Blessed by the Mother Goddess herself,鈥 he added hastily, clearly trying to make this phenomenon make sense to her. 鈥淚 can feel it here.鈥
His broad, golden brown hand pressed against his chest. She didn鈥檛 mention she didn鈥檛 feel it, though Gwyn had to admit she did feel something. Drawn to him, perhaps. It had been enough to make her agree to stay when he鈥檇 so readily agreed to her terms. There was still danger in the decision given that night was falling rapidly and he might go back on his promise.
鈥淲hat if you don鈥檛 want it?鈥
He went so, so still in that unnatural way of his. 鈥淵ou want to reject it?鈥 he rasped.聽
鈥淣o,鈥 she said quickly, though that wasn鈥檛 entirely true either. Gwyn was merely curious. 鈥淚 just鈥 want to know about it, I guess. It鈥檚 different for us.鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 he said with a quick roll of his eyes. 鈥淚 have heard about how human males court their females.鈥
She smothered a smile. 鈥淣ot a fan, I take it?鈥
鈥淭hey do not appreciate what they have,鈥 came his surprising response. 鈥淭hey are cruel to their females, so certain they could just have another should the mood strike them.鈥
Azriel didn鈥檛 know the half of it. Her attackers had remained with their wives, who had protected them. Those women had led the charge to have Gwyn removed, unable to stand the sight of her鈥攐f the reminder that their husbands were bad people. The girls were blamed, the men protected, coddled and still respected.聽
鈥淎nd your kind don鈥檛?鈥
She didn鈥檛 believe there was any world in which men cared about women let alone venerated them. Azriel鈥檚 eyes darkened for a moment, as if he knew exactly why she鈥檇 asked that question. Like he would have committed violence on her behalf. It ought to have scared her.聽
鈥淭here are not enough females anymore,鈥 he began carefully. 鈥淐enturies ago, when the humans decided they no longer wished to live among them, they slaughtered them first. Children, as well. What remains are the warriors who beat them back. Even if we had an abundance, though鈥ates are rare. Cherished,鈥 he added too pointedly, as if he needed her to understand what she meant to him. Gwyn swallowed.聽
鈥淚 would rather let you remove my wings than harm you.鈥
Pretty words, she thought with too much cynicism. She鈥檇 wait to see how the night played out before she dared to trust him.聽
鈥淭here was a man like you鈥撯
鈥淟ucien,鈥 he said quickly. 鈥淗e is a different sort of dragon.鈥
That, she supposed, explained why Lucien had been gold and Azriel blue.聽
鈥淎nd the woman? Is she鈥?鈥
鈥淗is mate?鈥 Azriel asked softly. 鈥淵es. He is protecting her and their child as any good mate should. While the humans busy themselves with killing him, Elain will have time to escape.鈥
鈥淥h,鈥 she whispered. It was all so sweet, in a strange way. She couldn鈥檛 imagine self-sacrificing in the hope that your wife and child would escape and yet Gwyn so badly wanted to believe in a world where that was possible. A place built differently. She would never forgive him if it was all a lie.聽
She hadn鈥檛 had hope in fifteen years. Gwyn hadn鈥檛 dared, not after everything. Not after Catrin. Staring down Azriel who was, in turn, watching her eat, Gwyn could feel it blooming in her chest. That warm want, that desire to find good in the world. She鈥檇 been smothering all of it in ash all these years, had buried it right alongside Catrin.
鈥淒o you like being a priestess?鈥 he asked, unaware of what was happening with her internally. Curiosity still danced over his features and when Gwyn set her wooden spoon inside the carved bowl, finished with the stew, Azriel was on his feet so quickly to give her more.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 not鈥ou don鈥檛 have to serve me,鈥 she mumbled, embarrassment flushing over her. Azriel dropped back into his chair, supremely pleased with himself.聽
鈥淒o you like being a priestess?鈥 he asked again, his eyes sparkling with mischief.聽
鈥淣o,鈥 she admitted. 鈥淣ot really. I鈥︹
He leaned forward on his elbows, nearly spilling his own half-eaten food. No one had ever looked at her with such interest before. Gwyn鈥檚 eyes dropped to her bowl.
鈥淚 like parts of it. I just don鈥檛 know that I belong, I guess.鈥
She didn鈥檛 know him. Why was she confiding these things? Gwyn forced herself to smile. 鈥淚鈥檓 still figuring myself out, I suppose.鈥
Some of his interest shifted, his expression becoming guarded again. They lapsed into silence while she ate though she could practically hear the grinding gears of his mind. He stood when she finished but this time, aware that he intended to feed her until she puked, stopped him.
鈥淣o more,鈥 she said. He eyed her warily.
鈥淎re you sure?鈥
鈥淚 swear,鈥 she agreed. 鈥淚鈥斺 she was suddenly too scared to say she wanted to go back up the stairs, to close the door and pace while she gathered herself. What if he decided he didn鈥檛 care what she wanted? If he meant to just鈥onsummate this faux marriage regardless.聽
鈥淪leep?鈥 he murmured, guessing her thoughts. 鈥淲ould you like water for the bath?鈥
鈥淣o!鈥 she replied hastily, wrapping her arms around her chest as she backed for the archway leading to the living room.聽
鈥淚n the morning?鈥 he pressed, so earnestly it made her stomach churn softly.聽
鈥淢aybe,鈥 she whispered. 鈥淚 uh鈥︹
鈥淪leep,鈥 he said again, firmer this time. She took a step, unable to turn her back to him but Azriel remained between the table and the kitchen, watching her with such soft eyes her heart was in danger of splattering at her feet. Gwyn took another, and then another but Azriel didn鈥檛 move at all.
And when she darted up the steps, she swore she heard him sigh softly. With disappointment. What was it like to end up with her as a mate? She imagined he鈥檇 been hoping for this his entire life, had dreamt of it the way she鈥檇 once dreamt of her future husband. And Azriel had ended up with her.
Gwyn heard the door beneath her open once she was locked up in Azriels room. She walked to the window and watched him stand in the snow, hands on his hips as he stared out into the distance. The air around him rippled and then that massive, scaled monster was just in front of the door. He paced in a circle three times, stamping the snow beneath his black clawed feet, before plopping to the ground with a huff.聽
Gwyn unlatched the window, pushing it open to look down at him. Azriel turned his massive head, those hazel eyes peering up with curiosity.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you cold?鈥 she asked. He huffed a steaming breath, big enough she could reach down and touch his scaled head. Fair was fair, she thought, as she asked, 鈥淐an I touch you?鈥
His head bobbed up and down. Gwyn leaned from the perch on the ledge and ran her hand over him. He was hot and his scales soft. She鈥檇 thought they might be sharp like knives but instead found them a flexible plating that, when she ran a finger over the edges, didn鈥檛 slice open her skin.聽
He snorted softly, angling his head so he could look, taking a deep inhale of the air around him. Gwyn didn鈥檛 know why, but she thought she liked him better this way. At least she knew what he was capable of. With his spiked tail and his massive teeth there was no denying the monster. As the man, though鈥s the man, Gwyn had to wonder what lurked beneath the veneer of civility.聽
鈥淚 think I am too in love with the dark to ever be a good priestess,鈥 she whispered, telling the beast what she could not say to the man. He blinked, eyes sliding from the pretty hazel into azure for only a moment.
And then he was back, nuzzling her hand with his massive snout.聽
I know what you mean, he seemed to say.
And Gwyn believed he did.聽
Azriel had never slept better in his life. His mate had touched him. Hesitantly, sure, and still bathed in that stench of fear and yet she鈥檇 done it all the same. He鈥檇 woken like king of the mountain, splaying out his wings for the gods so they, at least, could appreciate what he was guarding just inside. Perhaps she鈥檇 touch him again, fingers caressing his scales as she mapped him out. Azriel would let her, would stay in his winged form if that pleased her.
He wanted very badly for his form to please her, both as dragon and male. He didn鈥檛 dare offer to show her the other, not until she asked to see it. He came inside and waited in the living room, one leg bouncing eagerly when he heard her moving overhead. He wanted her to come down before he offered her bathwater again.聽
The door creaked open. 鈥淎zriel?鈥 she whispered into the early morning glow. 鈥淎re you awake?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 he replied, standing at the bottom of the steps. Invite me up. Let me see you.聽
鈥淚 um鈥︹ he could hear her voice tremble. What was wrong? He gripped the railing, waiting for her to ask him to take her home.
鈥淚 need your help.鈥
鈥淥h,鈥 he murmured, taking the steps with easy, soft steps so he wouldn鈥檛 seem too eager. Gwyn was in the doorway in her same dress, arms wrapped around her torso. Had she not wanted any of the clothes he鈥檇 gotten? Azriel opened his mouth to ask but Gwyn spun quickly, gathering her long, thick mass of hair and holding it over her shoulders.
鈥淚 can鈥檛鈥︹ she gulped down a breath, her whole body trembling visibly. 鈥淐an you鈥?鈥
He had to bury his fury that someone had seen his perfect, sweet mate and had done something so irrevocably awful that the thought of his touch made her pant with fear.
鈥淵es,鈥 he agreed, reaching for the blue knots with extreme care. Each new tugged revealed unblemished, freckled skin and Azriel did not dare touch it鈥攏ot even with his knuckles. He wanted to. All he wanted was to push the dress from her shoulders and see her. She had only asked him to undo the laces and he had sworn not to touch unless she asked. Azriel was a male of his word.
He would not harm his mate.聽
She turned when she felt that last tug, holding the front against her chest.
鈥淲ould you like water for a bath?鈥 he asked her. 鈥淚 have to turn it on鈥ou can wait in the hall, if you like?鈥
She nodded quickly, ducking benath his arm as he stepped into the room. His chest expanded when he realized she had put away all the things he鈥檇 given her. Clothes were folded in the chest beside his own, the trinkets lining the top of the dresser. The book was at the very end of the bed and Azriel nearly burst with pleasure knowing not only had she slept in his bed, but she enjoyed something he鈥檇 given her.聽
Stepping into the bathing chamber, Azriel pulled down a nice towel and a little candle, lighting it with a snap of his fingers. He set it beside the sink before turning the rusting nob. Cold water poured, good enough for him but hardly conducive for his soft mate. He waited, sitting against the lip of the tub, until it was filled before dipping his hand inside and warming that, too.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 ready,鈥 he told her, stepping back into the hall so she knew he did not mean to follow her. Gwyn watched, backing away like before as though she did not trust him enough to present her back. Azriel swallowed that outrage, too, tallying it in his mind against the human males ledger he would one day see die.聽
She closed the door behind her and Azriel all but ran from his house, shifting the second his feet hit the snow. If she liked books, he鈥檇 bring her more. He鈥檇 build her an entire library if that was what it would take for her to look up at him with trust instead of fear.聽
Azriel would have done anything. Digging out books was hardly anything at all. A small thing, a little token he could offer as proof he was sincere. That she meant more to him than anything he鈥檇 ever had. Gwyn was a gift, special.
聽Azriel gathered a few groceries in town, wondering if Gwyn liked things that were sweet. He couldn鈥檛 bake but thought it couldn鈥檛 be that hard to figure out. Perhaps, he reasoned, it was something they could do together. She could teach him to make a pie鈥nd he could teach her how to disembowel a human male. That thought excited Azriel more than the baking, though he shoved it down.
Maybe he鈥檇 wait on that one.
Azriel arrived back at the cottage, certain Gwyn must be finished bathing. He had clothes that had buttons in the front so she couldn鈥檛 have to ask him to unlace her again. Not unless she wanted to, at any rate. He was pulling out a pretty green one, thinking it would look nice against the red of her hair, when the door flung open.
Her face was blotchy and tear stained. She had a dress over her frame, held by one hand, the ends of her curling strands dripping against the fabric and the floor. Azriel dropped it all to the ground, spinning in a circle to see what had caused this onslaught of fear.
鈥淲here did you go?鈥 she asked, her voice squeaky. He froze.
鈥淚鈥︹ This was his fault? Hastily, he picked the bag back up, showing her the dress. 鈥淚t has buttons,鈥 he tried to explain. She stared for a moment, another tear sliding down her cheek. His legs shook at the sight.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 he whispered.
鈥淲hat if鈥ou left and I鈥︹
鈥淵ou鈥檙e safe here,鈥 she said, stepping forward to close the door behind her. 鈥淣o one can get to you without wings and no other male would dare.鈥
His reputation ensured that, if nothing else. Gwyn nodded, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her dress. She took the green down and darted back up the steps, leaving him feeling stupid and confused. He hadn鈥檛 thought she鈥檇 notice and if she had, he鈥檇 just assumed she鈥檇 be grateful knowing he wasn鈥檛 lurking around trying to see something she shouldn鈥檛.聽
He blew out a breath. Maybe he would have better luck, he reasoned, if he sent her back and tried courting her the way a human male would. Azriel meant to offer when she returned, so devastatingly pretty in the green that Azriel could have died. She didn鈥檛 hesitate, launching herself against him, arms wrapped around his middle.
He did, though. She squeezed while his arms hung uselessly in the air, brain struggling to keep up. Had anyone ever dared to touch him like this? It took a moment for him to decide to touch her back, one hand spanning the middle of her back, the other tangled softly in her silky, wet hair.
鈥淣ext time, will you tell me when you go?鈥
鈥淵ou can come with me,鈥 he promised hoarsely. She was touching him again. Fear didn鈥檛 ripple off her, clogging his senses. Only that sweet softness greeted his nose. He lowered his head, resting his chin against her scalp so he could breathe it deeper.
鈥淚 would like that. I want to see more of this world,鈥 she whispered, cheek to his chest. He heard her swallow and then she was stepping out of the embrace, her cheeks the prettiest shade of pink he鈥檇 ever seen.聽
鈥淢y mate is scared,鈥 he murmured, studying her carefully. She froze, eyes wide even as he stepped from the hall to the living room. He could feel her just behind, watching as he ducked around the couch for the fireplace and the knife sitting against the carved mantle.聽
He brought it to her, pressing the silver hilt into her hand.
鈥淎z, I鈥︹
Az. He sucked in a breath at the nickname. 鈥淥ne day you will trust me,鈥 he murmured. 鈥淎nd you will tell me what they did to you.鈥
She blinked those big, teal eyes up at him, lips parted ever so slightly. Daring to touch, Azriel reached for her soft chin, holding it between his thumb and his finger.
鈥淚 will lay them at your feet for daring to harm you. And if you like, I will teach you to become the sort of creature that haunt their very nightmares.鈥
She leaned ever so slightly into the touch. 鈥淚 would like that a lot.鈥
He dropped his hand before he gave in to instinct and touched her lips. Azriel smiled at her. He knew what they said about him. He was cold鈥攃ruel. Unforgiving. All of it was true.
But not to her.
Never her.
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homoqueerjewhobbit 2 days ago
It's extremely offensive to assert that the Jews killed Jesus. Because it wasn't the Jews, it was one Jew, singular. Me. It was me. I killed Jesus all alone and no one helped me.
Please stop giving the rest of the Jews credit for all my hard work. You think Bibi Netanyahu and Tiffany Haddish helped me build a time machine in my basement out of old record players and microwaves that I bought at yard sales? No, I did that myself. Did Andy Samberg and Barbra Streisand teach me how to use a sniper rifle? No, I learned on YouTube. Did my father support any of my ambitions and aspirations? Three guesses.
I killed Jesus of Nazareth all by myself so please give me all the credit.
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bratty-painkiller a day ago
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I got this Ann Taylor sweater and it gives me big Trini vibes. Going to get yellow thigh highs and shorties to go with it and will take cooler photos where I look more polished then but I wanted to show it off. 馃挍馃挍馃挍
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kitty-c4t 2 days ago
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fruitsnackart 2 days ago
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so uh.. yea.. I鈥檓 at 2k now聽 鉁ㄢ湪馃帄馃帄馃帄 thank you guys so much!!聽
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yourpalwhale 2 days ago
It's been officially deemed that Stratos is, at the current moment, not safe for Hermes. With Stratos on the near brink of war and Joel being, well. On a bit of a villain arc for a while, that means Hermes now has two kingdoms he can go to, Sanctuary and Animalia. Here's the thing:
Hermes does not know Lizzie nearly as well as he knows his dads. He has barely interacted with her, and while I'm sure she'd be happy to take care of him for a while, he's not her kid.
What if Hermes misses Joel? What if he gets a little bit antsy, and decides that he'd rather risk Stratos than spend more time in an empire where he can't even talk to the locals, and just dips?
What if he finally makes it to Stratos after sneaking out, just to see ruins? He sees fire and war and people far-too still to be sleeping. The thunder isn't his dad doing a fun little trick anymore, strangers aren't friendly and he's stuck in the middle of it. No one to rescue him, his dad too far to reach.
The child of the enemy would be a valuable bargain, there's no morals in war, and if the worst comes to worst and mistakes are made they can always say it was a casualty.
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soubidou a day ago
Raise of hand if you have a huge crush on Emily Axford 鉁嬸煆
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