#cat mom gwyn

[diejager]

I love your writings so much, I just can't get enough of it!

In Fantasy, where reader was transported into Simon's world, and left pregnant, what if their child got into the same accident as reader and fell into a broken portal that sent the kid to Simon's world, and discovered the truth, placing piece by piece together and found out how they were made. The kid having a hard time choosing between his mom or dad, your choice on what happens when he chooses one of them, or the both of them.

I just can't get enough! You write stuff that's better than any I've ever read before!

I… I’ve been meaning to post Fantasy pt2, but I’m not super proud of it so I’ve been stalling a lot..

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, past rape, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, locked away, isolation, tell me if I missed any.

They thought it was only a rumour, a little tale spun by people to explain their birth. You - their caring and loving mother - had always sang about them being a miracle, a gift that the universe had given you. It made them feel better, made them feel loved and graced, but there was always a growing curiosity, a nagging feeling that grew by every passing year. You always called them “my little miracle” and they never grew out of it, loving the soft lull of your voice and the affectionate tone you used. 

You named them Gwyneth, Tracer had given you the idea, but they often went with Gwyn, a shorter and easier name to say. Gwyn knew you loved them, adored them to the moon despite your busy schedule and life while fighting against Talon and Null Sector, but they’d seen the melancholic stare you gave them when you thought they weren’t looking at you, a sad and despondent gaze. It served to fuel Gwyn’s curiosity, driving them further and further down a hole of mystery and unanswered questions that they just knew you wouldn’t answer. Your pained grimace and slight tremble told them much, the strong and dependable mother that loved them shrinking into themselves and shuddering. It hurt them to see you like that.

That gear malfunction seemed to have sent them elsewhere, away from home and away from you, thrusted into a strange world and lost in the unknown. They were somewhere in England, some place in Manchester from what the maps they found told them, sharing the same street names and landmarks as the Manchester they visited in their world. Yet somehow, somehow, they found a man so familiar with them - suspiciously so - who had frantically asked hundreds of questions about you. 

There was a certain familiarity in the man, but they were apprehensive about how desperate he was, spewing information about himself and your time with him. He’d convinced them enough to make a trip to a military base to have his DNA taken, tested and matched, and Gwyn was… was shocked, they didn’t know if they were simply surprised or terrified. 

If this man - their father - who presented himself as Simon Riley, a dead man, said the truth about how he loved you and cared for you. The stories he shared about your relationship, from the days where he met you at the cafe you worked, your bright and bubbly smile lighting his days, to the lovesick gleam when he continued on to the nights at the bar, drinking and laughing. It sounded all so embellished, prettily drawn to stifle any suspicion from Gwyn, but if Simon was telling the truth, why were you so afraid of telling them who their father was, the way you met him or the time spent by his side?

Perhaps the truth was better left unsaid, left to collect dust and forget, but they had never been one to give up on something, Gwyn was a being of perseverance and curiosity, much like a cat. Maybe it would have saved them the heartache and trauma to uncover something as dark as the locked basement in Simon’s house. Gwyn couldn’t have known, they couldn’t, they simply followed their intuition and everything that Simon had strung up cracked, shattered and fell apart.

It was an… easy decision to make, to leave a broken man who had nearly broken their mother out of desperation and obsessive love, a deep-seated corruption of his being that scared them. Gwyn wanted to return home and embrace you, wrap their arms around your shoulder and sob out their horrible discovery, to apologise for something they hadn’t done but had been the result of. If only Gwyn could find a way back.

#x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #tw: dark content #dark content #dead dove do not eat #tw: dub con #tw: non con #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #yandere ghost #Overwatch crossover #ghost cod #tw: kidnapping #tw: forced pregnancy

[azrielsbxtch]

Modern Azriel Headcanons

[I saw @shadowriel make a modern Azriel aesthetic and some Headcanons came to mind. And of course I had to sprinkle in some Gwynriel…..]

Azriel loves cars. Driving them. Working on them. Whenever he wants to be alone you can find him in his massive garage tinkering or modifying his cars.

He lives alone in an old manor with a massive library. He has two cats. Noir and Blue. They’re mostly found in between the bookshelves in his library.

He plays the piano beautifully. He doesn’t like doing it in front of an audience but he makes an exception for his family.

Nobody can beat Azriel at Chess. Only Gwyn,Rhys and Cassian have come close but nobody has managed to win against him yet. Gwyn refuses to accept defeat and Azriel regularly teases her about it.

He’s an amazing cook. His mom taught him and whenever she visits you can always find them in the kitchen together experimenting on a new dish.

He wears mostly black and muted colors. Navy blues and dark greys. The only time he wears color is when he wears the neon yellow sweater Gwyn bought him as a joke.

He loves collecting art. His home is filled with old paintings. Some of them came with his house and the others he bought in numerous auctions.

He loves rainy days and spends them reading or writing new music. Gwyn comes over sometimes and she’s the only person he shares new music with.

He wears glasses when he reads and looks 10 times hotter with them.

#this has been in my drafts forever because I wanted to add more but it’s been months and I can’t think of any so here #azriel x gwyn #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara #gwyn x azriel #gywn berdara #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn and azriel #gwyn acosf #azgwyn

[bearbluebooks]

Gwynriel Christmas Fic Chapter 1

It had been fourteen years since she last stepped foot in Velaris. Fourteen years since she last felt at home. Fourteen years since she last saw him. When 29 year old Gwyn moves back to Velaris, her new neighbor turns out to be less new than she first expected. With a new bookstore and old debts, Gwyn finds herself in a world of trouble. Do Christmas miracles exist or do they only happen in books and movies? What role does the Grinch tech genius play in this?

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Chapter 1 – I’ll be home for Christmas

19:34

With peeping brakes the 2008 green Subaru came to a shrieking halt. Its suddenness had less to do with the ice on the road, and more with the overall excitement of what was at the end of it. Luckily, Mouse, her elderly munchkin cat, was safely tucked away in the backseat. One more look out of her foggy car window revealed the brick sidewalks, the winding roads, and the rushing river- just as she remembered. 

Velaris.

Excited hands opened the door to reveal the bustling city that was built atop steep hills. The elevation provided a privacy few cities shared. Christmas trees already littered both sides of the streets and every streetlamp was adorned with flashing lights that shifted between red, blue, and green.

A smile adorned her cold face as she took all her surroundings in. 

Home.

It had been fourteen years since she last stepped foot in Velaris- when her mum met her stepdad and they upended their entire lives for Adriata. Everything changed, except that lingering feeling that she was not where she was supposed to be.

A feeling that took root somewhere deep inside her body, and never left. 

Until now.

With her eyes closed, she inhaled the familiar scents of baked pastries and fresh pine trees.

Gwyn’s walk down memory lane came to a sudden halt as the weight of Mouse’s carrier grew heavy in her hand, and the sensation brought her back to earth. With a soft thud, she placed it next to her on the pavement. 

All her belongings fit inside her car, but Mouse was too important to leave behind, especially in the cold. With newfound strength, she picked up the heavy luggage and walked towards her destination.

Today marked December third, which meant only three more Sundays until Christmas day- her favorite time of the year. It was one of the few times her mother was truly happy. The usual anger-laden air made way for the smell of cookies and contentment. Even her stepdad seemed to lighten up at the prospect of presents and turkey.

With a soft shake of her head, she dispelled the space her stepdad occupied in her mind. 

Velaris, bookstore, new beginnings. Those words helped her to refocus on the present. To hear the soft murmur of the flowing river that winded through the city. Its sapphire color was truly a sight to behold- especially when the night sky and the thousands of stars reflected on its surface. She made a mental note to see its magnificence up close after she received the key to the bookshop a former family friend left Gwyn in her will.

Lilly died two months ago, and when Gwyn heard the news she was heartbroken. There weren’t many people in her life who occupied a place in her heart or took care of her soul but Lilly was one of them and when she died it felt like a piece of Gwyn died with her. 

Lilly was one of the few friends her mom had in Velaris. She was one of those women you could not imagine as a child- she seemed to be born wise and grey, kind and mature, loving and welcoming.

Whenever things got rough at home, Lilly opened her warm arms and allowed Gwyn and her twin Catrin to find refuge in her shop. 

Books became a hideaway from home and reality. 

When Gwyn became old enough to recognize the importance of that sanctuary, she vowed to repay that kindness in whichever way she could. Before she owned a store, she volunteered at a children’s hospital, where she read books to sick kids.

Now, for the first time in her life, she had something that was all hers. And she couldn’t be happier. Although the prospect of running a business terrified her, the knowledge that she finally had a path to follow filled her with more peace than she ever held possible.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” the executor of Lilly’s will said as she handed her the keys. “I hope it brings you as much joy as Lilly.”

“Thank you,” Gwyn said with a light smile.

With the keys in her hand, she took one last look at the sky and sent a silent thank-you towards it for this new beginning.

The old door swung open with some difficulty. A familiar bell chimed as she entered the dimly lit space. Her suitcase found a new home on the old antique counter at the beginning of the store. Right next to the brass register and the wilted plants.

The smell of old books hit her in an instant. The store was more disheveled than she remembered. A pang of sadness ran through her. The old glory was hidden beneath cardboard boxes, spider webs, and… water damage?

Chestnut bookshelves lined every wall. Hundreds of books were piled on top of each other, barely leaving room to navigate the small space. Her stomach sank at the prospect of her old sanctuary having undergone the same fate.

With hesitant steps and sweaty palms, she made her way towards the end of the shop towards the small alcove where children’s books and safety resided. To her surprise, it was exactly as she remembered it. As if the small space was protected by the Gods, spared from Mother Nature and Father Time.

With a sigh of relief, she made her way back to the counter. When she turned to grab the suitcase from the counter, she saw a letter hidden under the counter. It was addressed to ‘my sunshine’, Lilly’s nickname for her.

With hurried hands, she opened the letter.

Dear Gwyn,

If you read this letter, I am dead or in Ibiza. Either way, don’t worry child. I’ve lived a long and happy life.

The bookstore was one of the main reasons for that. In my many years, I have seen so many faces light up as they entered a new world, hidden behind words and pages. All the children who discovered the joy of reading. The home that was my business. 

I could not think of anyone better to carry on that legacy than you dear Gwyn.

Before I let you go. I thought it would better come from me. Better to just come out with it, the store hasn’t been doing well dear. I thought I could survive the online shops and big businesses. Unfortunately, I couldn’t, and I had to borrow some money. All the details are in the envelope.

I know you’ll do better than me, Gwyn. You always were destined for greatness.

I loved you like my own. And I know you’ll do well.

All the best,

Lilly.

Gwyn had no idea things took this much of a turn. That Lilly had to loan money just to survive. When she explored the envelope further, a second letter was revealed.

It didn’t look like a normal bank statement. The only details on the piece of paper stated 25.000 dollars, Autumn Inc., and a date: December 24th, 2023, 12:00. 

That was in less than three weeks.

Her heart raced, and her entire body tensed. She had never owned anything even close to 25.000 dollars. How would she ever collect that much in three weeks?

It was not a problem she could figure out tonight. 

She urged her entire body to be still. To remember, everything in life happened one step at a time. She could fix this. She would fix this.

First, she checked out the apartment upstairs. When she made sure everything was safe and warm, she left Mouse to get used to their new home.

Just as she promised herself earlier, she headed towards the other place where she always felt at home: the Sidra River.

All possible solutions moved through her brain at lightning speed: another loan, a massive book sale, selling her car, selling a kidney.

She became so distracted that she didn’t notice the wall she walked into.

The wall that could speak, “Watch where you’re going,” the baritone voice demanded.

“I’m sorry,” she started to say before she looked up and saw another part of her past, “Azriel?”

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #acotar #acotar alternate universe #ao3 fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 6 - Future

Follow Gwyn, Azriel and their twins on a Friday afternoon.

A/N: A while ago I posted A Morning at the Berdara Household and since it's Gwyn Week (and Gwynriel owns my heart) I thought why not do another 🤷. If you haven't read the first one, the twins are 3 years old. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7k

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16.26 pm

Gwyn opens the door. But before she can even put one foot inside, two little kids run past her and enter the house first. ‘’Aren’t you forgetting something?’’ she asks her twins. And four little feet walk back towards the door again. Catrin and Eliot remove their dirty shoes and put them on the shoe rack next to the door before sprinting straight into the kitchen in their socks.

‘’Stop running,’’ Gwyn shouts.

Gwyn shakes her head when none of them listens. She wonders how they can have so much energy left after a long day at school. Well, the nap they have there a few hours after their lunch certainly helps. If only adults could have nap time at work as well.

Gwyn removes her own boots and follows her children in the kitchen. It is the same thing almost every day; Catrin and Eliot go to school from 9.00 am to 14.30 pm. After that, someone picks them up and takes them to Feyre’s painting studio where they spend more time with their friends. Then either their mom or dad picks them up at 16.00 pm. Today it was Gwyn’s turn since she only had training with the Valkyries. Today they have even walked in Velaris for a while before heading home.

‘’Mommy mommy look,’’ Catrin exclaims excitedly, waving the empty bowl that she has taken out of her bag at her mother. ‘’I ate all my sanwish.’’

‘’Good job sweetie.’’ Gwyn leans down to place a kiss on the little girl’s messy hair. The pigtail braids that she had on this morning are completely disheveled and she seems to have lost one of the bows that were in her hair. Knowing her, Catrin has either lost it while playing, or has given it to one of her friends.

Eli, who is struggling to get his water bottle out of his backpack, is in no better state than his sister. He has white paint in his red hair, and his blue shirt has traces of coloured pen in random places, even on his back. Gwyn sighs at the sight, knowing that it will be a struggle to get the stains out.

16.35 pm

After their lunch boxes are out of their bags and in the sink, the twins sit down at the kitchen table and wait for their afternoon snacks. ‘’What did you do at school today?’’ Gwyn asks as she pours milk in two glasses.

‘’I made a cloud like this,’’ Eli opens his hand as far they could reach to show how big the cloud was. That explains the white paint. Gwyn places their milk on the table before them along with some cookies.

‘’Cat hit Penny at school.’’

Gwyn’s butt freezes midway to her chair.

‘’HEEY,’’ Catrin pinches her brother, her face turning into a pout.

‘’Catrin, what did we say about hitting your friends?’’ her mother scolds.

‘’She is not my fwiend,’’ the pout on Catrin’s face is now a full on scowl.

‘’Catrin,’’ Gwyn scolds her again louder this time. Catrin’s wings droop behind her and she slides down a little on her chair, covering her face with her glass. Eli, not feeling concerned at all, just stuffs his face with cookies.

‘’I’m sowry,’’ Cat mumbles behind her glass.

Gwyn finally sits down with her own cup of tea and listens to the rest of her twins’ day at school.

17.05 pm

Gwyn only has the time to get out of her sweaty Illyrian leathers before the twins are banging at the door of her bedroom to ask her to play with them. She quickly slips into some comfy sweatpants and one her mate’s t-shirt and follows them to their room.

Once there, Eli sits on floor with his colouring book and Cat decides that her mom’s hair is more interesting than all of her toys. So Gwyn sits on the bed while her daughter stands behind her, pulling and tugging her long hair in every direction.

‘’Eli stop drawing on the floor,’’ Gwyn warns him.

17.30 pm

Gwyn and the twins have moved from the kids’ bedroom to the living room. Cat and Eli have decided to play hide and seek behind the furnitures, both screaming and giggling so loudly when they find the other that they could probably be heard from the House of Wind.

It is Friday which means family dinner at the River House. And since there is no need to prepare dinner for tonight, Gwyn lies down on the couch with a book while keeping an eye on her children.

‘’I win,’’ Eli laughs after he spots Catrin behind a curtain. It would not be as easy for Eli to win every time if Cat remembers to also hide her wings.

17.54 pm

‘’Daddy is back.’’

‘’Mommy look, it’s daddy.’’

Azriel hears the laughs of his twins even before he lands on their front lawn. And the screams of excitement start as soon as he does. Cat and Eli stand at the window with their faces glued to it, jumping up and down excitedly. Eager to see them too, Azriel quickly walks to the door.  One second is all it takes before both of his kids throw themselves at him. Eli latches onto his leg and Catrin flaps her wings as much as she can to reach him. Azriel catches her midflight and Cat immediately buries her face in her father's shoulder.

When he walks into the living room, Azriel is greeted with the sight of his mate smiling brightly at him from the couch. Gwyn’s hair has plenty of messy little braids with butterfly clips and colourful bows. It seems that Cat is getting better at doing braids. With one kid clinging to his neck, the other to his leg, and both of them telling him so many things at the same time that he can’t clearly make out a single one, Azriel walks to his mate and bends down to kiss her.

18.00 pm

Azriel lies on the couch with his head on his mate’s lap and his twins sitting right on top of him, both playing with his hands. He snorts when he hears the story of Catrin’s incident at school. Gwyn stops running her hand through his hair and glares down at him, warning him not to laugh. Of course he finds this funny. But Gwyn is right. As always. This behavior should stop before the other parents start to complain. Not that many of them would dare to complain about the kids of a Shadowsinger and a Valkyrie.

18.20 pm

Azriel helps Eli picks his clothes for the evening while Gwyn takes care of Catrin in the bathroom. Tonight, he settles for a pair of black pants and a sweater.

When Gwyn comes into the room with Cat, Azriel and Eli leave the room for the girls to get ready. Azriel picks up his son and brings him to the bathroom where most of the time in the bathtub is spent scrubbing all the paint off of Eli’s hair.

‘’Eli don’t drink that,’’ Azriel says when the boy scoops the bath water into his mouth.

18.35 pm

Azriel leaves Eli with Gwyn when she finishes with Catrin’s hair. Getting him ready is much quicker than dealing with his sister. Cat has taken ages to decide how she wants to wear her hair before settling on a ponytail with a hair tie that matches her skirt.

18.50 pm

Once Eli is dressed and Azriel is ready, Gwyn leaves the twins with her mate and goes to her room to get ready. While Azriel spends some time alone with them, Gwyn takes the time to take care of herself. She wears fighting leathers and her hair in a braid almost every day because of training and missions. So tonight, she decides to spend some extra time on her appearance.

19.20 pm

‘’Mommy,’’ a little voice calls on the other side. Before she can answer, the door opens and Catrin walks in. When her daughter stops beside her, Gwyn picks her up and places her on her lap before the vanity.

‘’Mommy?’’

‘’Yes, love.’’

‘’Can I have some,’’ Cat asks, pointing at the lipstick on her mother’s lips. Gwyn smiles at the way her daughter looks at her with her big teal eyes that are so similar to hers. She leans down and presses her lips against Catrin’s in a loud smooch that makes the little girl giggle.

‘’Here,’’ Gwyn says, turning Cat towards the mirror. Her daughter gasps and her face breaks into the widest smile at the faint trace of colour on her lips.

19.30 pm

‘’No sweets before dinner baby.’’ Eli pouts when Azriel refuses to give him a candy. ‘’What is your mother doing?’’ he asks and his son shrugs like he doesn't care.

Before Azriel can call for his mate, she walks into the kitchen with Cat. ‘’I’m ready.’’ Azriel gapes at her for a moment. She wears a simple green dress but one that hugs her body to perfection. Combined with her long copper hair swiped over one shoulder and her light makeup, Gwyn looks exquisite. Azriel walks to her and kisses her on the cheek. ‘’You look beautiful.’’

Gwyn beams and blushes at the compliment. And that blush, even after years, still does things to him that he cannot mention in front of the kids. The surge of heat that suddenly flows through their bond makes Gwyn blush even harder. She tugs on the bond and Azriel smirks as he understands the promise behind.

‘’Daddy let’s go,’’ Eli complains, pulling on his father’s hand.

Azriel winks at his mate and follows Eli to the door.

19.32 pm

The door is closed, the ward is checked and everyone is ready to go.

‘’Ok let’s g-‘’

‘’Wait,’’ Gwyn interrupts. ‘’Did I lock the door properly?’’

Before Azriel can say anything, Gwyn is already placing Catrin in his other arm and rushing towards the door.

‘’QUICK MOMMY,’’ Cat shouts as if her mother was not just two steps before them.

Gwyn reaches the door, turns the knob and finds that it is properly locked. ‘’At least now I know,’’ she says as she returns to her mate and children.

‘’We can go.’’

Azriel sighs ‘’You sure?’’

‘’YES,’’ Eli says so loudly that Azriel winces at the assault on his ear. Eli stretches his arms towards Gwyn who then takes her son in her arms. Catrin wraps her arms tightly around her father’s neck once Eli is passed on to their mother. Then Azriel laces his fingers through Gwyn’s and winnows them all to the River House.

#gwynweek2023 #day 6: future #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel #Gwynriel babies #♥️♥️♥️

[reeeallygood]

911 Lone Star Rewatch: 2x08

This episode is one of the best this season, I’m so pumped.

Can you believe that Ronen had just been in a car accident when he filmed this scene???

Carlos honestly looks very surprised that TK mentioned him explicitly in his little speech. His eyebrows raise and everything. So of course he’s gotta give him a little smooch in the background.

Carlos getting all teary eyed when that guy is begging him to let him go!!! God!!

TK immediately getting worried that something happened to the baby. And also being worried that his dad said something nasty to Gwyn about the baby being Enzo’s. He’s such a sweet boy.

(My cat is aggressively cuddling with me right now. And it is making typing rather difficult).

Gabriel. You know I like you. But you can catch these hands for how you treated Carlos in that interrogation room. I just…. I know that Gabriel and Carlos had conversations with this kind of tone when he was growing up. When their relationship was a bit more rocky. Ugh. Carlos just wants his dad to be proud of him. And he is!! He just is so so bad at telling him.

Ahhh Owen is still Captain Strand to Carlos!! So strange to hear him say!! And all the ‘sirs’

I wonder if Gabriel said that he thought Carlos was too soft? Or if that’s something that Carlos inferred?

You know… we don’t see them do a ton of fires. And I really like the fire calls! It really shows the stress of their job.

Ongoing investigation my ass, Gabriel!!!!!! Stick up for your boy!!!!!

That pasta Carlos has looks homemade! Do we think Carlos makes his own pasta?? Making his fancy little dinner for date night.

Tommy is such a badass under pressure. Honestly she is so cool.

So interesting that Carlos calls Gwyn by her name so easily, but can’t call Owen by his name. Speaks volumes honestly.

DETECTIVE CARLOS WHEN 😠

Tommy immediately protecting Nancy. She is so mom shaped when it comes to Nancy and TK. She would never let anything happen to them.

Oh wow I briefly forgot that Gabriel doesn’t “know” about TK yet. Like he doesn’t know why Carlos is so intent on going after the robbers

I FORGOT ABOUT THE CAR CRASH. Also Judd’s impression of his dad is so good. And look at them talking about having a baby!! Man what a cliff hanger. I can’t imagine watching that live.

Wow, what a good episode, next one is great too! 7, 8, and 9 are really a winning steak in season 2.

Previous episode thoughts

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch 2024

[lady-of-imladris]

Get to know me

Thank you for tagging me @lazymeriadoc, it is definitely time to update this!

Part 1:

Are you named after anyone: Nope, my mom just went with Roman names

When was the last time you cried: Two days ago when I had Cornelia Street queued a little tear ran down my face. But properly cried? Haven't done that in a while

Do you have kids: No, and I probably never will

Do you use sarcasm a lot: All the time

What's the first thing you notice about people: Their clothes, and vibes in general

What's your eye colour: I have blue eyes, and central heterochromia, so they are yellow-ish around the irises

Scary movies or happy endings: happy endings (bittersweet is my favourite)

Any special talents: bullshitting my way through life, gaslighting male professors (during an exam, had no idea, acted like a weak little girl and that dude explained everything to me. shoutout to him 10/10). I am good at fabric related crafts (embroidery, sewing, crochet, knitting).

Where were you born: Austria (the one in Europe, not Australia)

What are your hobbies: Fabric related crafts, reading, drawing (I doodle pretty much 24/7)

Have any pets: I have a cat

What sports do you play/have you played: I used to play tennis

How tall are you: 1.70cm ish. Does my answer change everytime. Yes it does, I have no actual idea how tall I am. My passport says 167, but that was 7 years ago, when I was 14.

Favourite subject in school: French. Had the most amazing teacher. Also English, because I was always good at that.

Dream job: To quote someone else's tumblr post. "I do not dream of labour", but if I have to, UX/UI design.

Part 2:

First ship: Can't remember and I probably said something else last time but Gwyn/Arthur from Merlin??

Three ships: Helnik (Six of Crows, Crooked Kingdom, Shadow and Bone Netflix), Haladriel (missing them </3), Faramir x Eowyn <3 ("I would not have this world end now, or loose so soon what I have found", seriously read the books)

Last (current) song:

Last movie: Dungeons and Dragons Honor among Thieves

Currently reading: If you scroll my profile, you can find my TBR stack. I am currently reading Pride and Prejudice and David Day's "The Atlas of Tolkien"

Currently watching: Myself spiral into madness as I face the unending horrors (laundry day)

Currently consuming: oat-based chocolate ice cream

Currently craving: Someone who loves me like Faramir loves Eowyn?? Is that too much to ask??? Also I am craving the ability to get my SIX (yes 6) assignments done.

I am tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass, @thranduilswifesblog and @fenharel-enaste I have no idea who has done this recently, sorry if you got double tagged <3

#get to know me game #get to know me #Spotify

[carlos-in-glasses]

First Line Game Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @good-ways and @paperstorm You're such beautiful writers 🥰

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Afterglow of a Supernova

Carlos speeds into the cul-de-sac and pulls up in his unit before the ambulance arrives at the scene.

To him, the McMansion appears more characterful than the staid identikit houses that flank it, beautified with hanging baskets and a climbing rose. Borders of vibrant summer blooms surround a tranquil water feature in the center of the lawn. Ceramic flowerpots either side of the porch step are lively with rotating pastel pinwheels and miniature Lone Star flags that flutter in the warm breeze. A basketball hoop fixed above the garage door sparks a memory that Carlos tries to ignore, shrugging off the past like an invisible hand on his shoulder.

Man to Man

Carlos doesn’t know where he’s going. When he reaches the end of the long drive, he has three options: turn left towards the city of Austin, turn right onto a potholed dirt track and enter the deeper darkness, or turn around and go back home. He turns right.

On an overcast night like tonight, the dark is a serious, sucking thing, like a black hole on earth. He looks up at a fractal of moonlight – a small dusty shimmer far above. Meaningless. It’s no company. But he doesn’t want company. That’s the whole point. He wants to be alone in a way that he can control, and to achieve this he had to get out, run, self-create the distance that caused his parents’ calling voices to fade to nothing behind him. Does it feel good? No. But it doesn’t feel bad, either. And that’s new. Most days he feels bad about something – and this is the worst thing he’s done for a long time.

Chasers

“Hey.” TK reaches out, brushes his fingers against the earthy red cotton of Carlos’ jacket as he turns towards the door. Carlos stops, meeting TK’s look of adoration with his warm brown eyes. They stand as if suspended in each other’s gravity, glowing for each other like stars.

“Thank you.” TK whispers, meaning his gratitude soul-deep, slightly frustrated that the words don’t convey it enough. So, he follows with, “I love you,” – really wanting to press how he feels into Carlos, so Carlos may never forget and never doubt it – although these words seem insufficient also.

The Ruins of Wonderland

The storm lands north-east of Travis County, sparing Austin the predicted chaos that for several days the emergency services have been primed to contain, with the increasing adrenaline that rises from high alerts. Instead, the city experiences the mere edge of the blizzard – a soft snowfall that settles prettily on roofs and verges. There’s a few instances of vehicles sliding out of control on icy roads, but largely the salt spreading trucks have prevented disaster. That aside, people in inappropriate footwear, totally unused to freezing conditions, slip up and bang knees and wrists, which means an uptick in X-rays at St. David’s – but TK’s Paragon EMS crew hasn’t seen much action.

In Your Adorable Glasses

Before sunrise on Christmas Eve morning, Carlos jolts awake. His eyes adjust to the dark as he stretches beneath the warm white quilt and pats around for TK, finding him low down in the bed and curled up against him like a cat. He strokes through TK's hair delicately, and when TK doesn't move Carlos slips out from under the sheets.

Folded on the chair there’s a pair of green tartan pajama pants his mom bought him last Christmas. He pulls them on quickly for warmth, and from his dresser he chooses the fleecy brown sweater that TK loves because it makes him look like a grizzly bear.

Wrestling Angels

It happens less often these days, which is some mercy, but there are times – out of nowhere – when Gwyn's death floors TK. Invisible arms lift him high off the ground, turn him upside down and slam him onto his back. He is shocked, winded, his nerves crackle with pain. Still, the abruptness of this grief playing out in front of people is rare. It usually topples him at night, at home, when he can’t occupy his mind with work. He'll slink away like a wounded cat, re-emerging only when Carlos reminds him to have dinner.

Because of the intensity of the wedding build-up, Gwyn’s loss feels greater, more recent, and lately it spikes without warning.

A Naked House

“You know we can’t roll up naked to this thing,” Carlos says, pulling on a snug pair of smoky purple boxers and turning to the bedroom mirror to smooth his hair.

TK basks stark nude on the end of the bed and grins ruefully, like he’s been presented with a challenge he knows he’ll breeze.

Carlos stays expressionless, pretending to ignore him as he heads for the closet, but TK pounces and wraps his arms around him from behind. Carlos hums, settling into TK’s warm breath against his neck.

TK sticks his tongue out and licks his ear.

Carlos chuckles from the tickle but jerks his head. “Babe, stop – we have to focus.”

Teardrop on the Fire

Thursday February 24, 2022

The 5:30 a.m. alarm doesn’t stir TK. He remains deeply asleep and curled up in the fetal position when Carlos is ready to leave for his shift.

Another twenty seconds, Carlos grants himself, to look at TK in the cool blue dawn. He leans down and softly kisses TK’s cheek, his neck, his exposed shoulder. He leaves a handwritten note next to TK on his own pillow, and reluctantly backs away.

Bathtime and Black Magic

TK had been lying awake for an hour – maybe more at this point – wondering what was wrong and why the silent-treatment. It must have been a particularly traumatic shift. All he knew for certain was that this had never happened before, and tonight broke the stable pattern of all his nights with Carlos prior.

A Rainy Day in Austin

Carlos finished his coffee and cleared up their breakfast things while TK said his wistful goodbyes to Lou, the wild alligator lizard he’d bonded with (in the way only TK could) during a medical call where he helped extract him from a gaping leg wound.

Although setting Lou free had been TK's suggestion, Carlos was tight-chested with guilt, tense in his shoulders. Not to the extent of deciding Lou could stay, but still.

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[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Nesta Archeron (Harry Potter AU)- Chapter 21 (Christmas)

Summary: It’s been over a month and now all of the students are heading home including Emerie. But Emerie’s journey home starts off rocker than she expected.

December 14, 2001

Christmas has arrived at Hogwarts and everyone was excited. The kids were able to go home for the break and visit their families. Everyone was busy catching the train, their luggage in tow. The ghosts around the school were singing Christmas carols while the students that weren’t going home this year rested in the Great Hall.

Emerie, luggage behind her, headed towards the Great Hall to say goodbye to her friends. Nesta was with Nora, Bryce, and the Bedara twins. The Hufflepuff twins were in the middle of a chess game while the Slytherins watched as the match unfolded. “Knight to E5.” Catrin said as she smirked at her sister who chuckled. “You never choose your horses Catrin. Queen to E5.” Gwyn gleefully cheered as her red queen moved on its own and knocked away the knight using her chair.

The Slytherins cheered for Gwyn as Catrin and Emerie looked at her dumbfound. “That’s totally barbaric.” she exclaimed as everyone laughed. “It’s a wizard’s chess.”

“All done packing Emerie?”

“Yep. Train leaves in 20 minutes. Aren’t you gonna pack?” Emerie asked as the twins shook their heads. “Nope.”

“Our mom got caught up with the Night Court. She’s gonna send our Christmas presents on the 20th.” Catrin explained as Nora and Bryce continued for her. “My mom says that I need to spend time with my brother Ruhn. He’s in the Gryffindor house with his girlfriend Lidia.”

“I’m here because I didn’t want Nesta to be alone.” Nora said as Nesta blushed. Right, Nesta didn’t like her muggle family. Emerie looked smudged to hide the disappointment on her face. “I see. Well then, I guess this means that you all can help Nesta with her research on Tarquin the Third.”

Nesta told her Slytherin pals about their encounter with Eris as long as they promise not to tell anyone else. The young Slytherins agreed to help them with their search on Tarquin’s grand father. Unfortunately, they all came up fruitless. They searched in the library for hours. Even during their study hours. Not a single book talked or even mentioned Tarquin the Third.

Everyone groaned. “Come on Em, give us a break. It’s Christmas.”

“We looked a hundred times.” Bryce complained as Emerie smirked. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was listening and whispered, “Not in the restricted section.” Everyone’s expression turned cold and wide. The restricted books were locked up for a reason. Even Emerie didn’t dare venture there. But, the girls were desperate. Who wouldn’t be?

Flipping her hair back, Emerie replied, “Happy Christmas.” and turned her hell to the entrance to the Great Hall.

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As Emerie sat on the train, she thought about her previous memories while watching the last of the students walk out of Hogwarts. The students were going to return in January, however, Emerie wasn’t too happy about staying away from her friends for too long. Normally, she would be excited to see her family for the break. And to read her books. But after her...accident, she haven’t been in contact with her family so much.

When the train whistled, it creeped up slowly and began its journey to the muggle world. Emerie placed her luggage next to her and pulled out one of the magic books she was going to read. She didn’t make it through the first page of the book when she felt someone sitting next to her. Emerie looked up from her book and saw Morrigan smirking down at her like a Cheshire cat. Emerie also took note of three other Gryffindors as well. Lucien Vansarra, Maeve Graymark, and Armen Longjaw.

Emerie groaned. “What do you guys want?” Emerie asked, completely annoyed by the Gryffindors.

Morrigan rolled her eyes. “Oh nothing. You’re just sitting in our usual spot. That’s all.” Emerie sighed, slamming her book shut. “Fine, then I’ll move.”

“Not so fast.” Armen said smirking like Mor as she gripped Emerie’s shoulder and pulled her closer to her. Emerie winced. “What the bloody hell are you doing?!” she asked as Armen very lightly traced her finger down her wing. Touching an Illyrian's wings was considered a very inappropriate gesture. So inappropriate that if anyone dared to touch the wings, the groper would lose that hand completely. No exceptions.

Armen poked at the Illyrian's sharp edges on her devil wings. “You poor thing. It must be a shame to have been born with such a huge disappointment.”

“Stop it!” Emerie cried, blushing red all over with embarrassment.

Maeve, who was sitting across from them giggling her ivy make up matching the Christmas theme glow of the train. “Aw, she’s scared. Maybe, we should give her something to eat. Right Luci?” Lucien went into his bag and grabbed a handful of worms. Emerie looked outrageously disgusted. “What’re you doing with those?”

“Giving you a snack. It always cheers me up.” Lucien evilly smiles shoving the worms in Emerie’s mouth.

Emerie choked on the worms, desperately trying to get the worms out of her mouth. She heard the Gryffindor’s laughing as she barfed up every single worm Lucien shoved in her mouth. Falling to the floor Emerie cough up more worm chunks and clenched her stomach. “Aw, she’s crying.”

“Maybe we forgot to spice the worms. Armen ‘innocently’ remarked as the kids laughed at her pain.

The teasing and bickering was interrupted by a shout. Emerie noticed that Lucien, Maeve, and Armen ran to the next train cart. Only Morrigan remained. “Hey, come back. Why’re you guys running?”

“Probably because I’m behind you.”

There he was. The Ravenclaw Perfect. Azriel Shadowsinger. Emerie knew him the first day of Hogwarts. Though, she was told to stay away from him due to her Ravenclaw peers. According to them, Azriel was a demon child. They heard stories of him possessing a Gryffindor student, making them steal books from the restricted section of the library. No one knew why, but some say that he would practice dark magic in the far side of the library.

Mor froze, refusing to turn around to face the scolding 3rd year. Emerie didn’t blame her, he looked very livid. “Mor, why the hell are my shadows saying that they saw you and your crew tormenting a student?” he asked rather calmly, but Emerie knew he was angry. And so did Mor.

“Turn around.” he requested. No, ordered. Morrigan hesitated before slowly turning her gaze to Azriel. Emerie could hear the shiver in her voice. “A-A-Azriel. W-Wha-”

“I’m gonna give you 5 seconds to run back to your original spot.”

“O-Or w-what?” Mor stuttered. She tried to have more venom in her voice but it only came out as a whimper. Emerie would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the sharp pain in her stomach.

Azriel’s shadows floated around Mor, trapping she and Azriel into a dark circle. Almost immediately, the circle disintegrated and Mor was left pale and terrified. Emerie also noticed a trail of piss running down her legs. After a moment, Morrigan turned and ran down the train cart, swiftly avoiding the fallen Ravenclaw. Emerie may have imagined it, but she could’ve sworn she saw tears running down Mor’s eyes.

Azriel walked over to Emerie bending down to check on her. “Are you okay?” he asked, his threatening voice vanishing into thin air. Emerie tried to stand up but couldn’t so Azriel picked her up and placed her back on the booth she was in before. Immediately after she sat up, she puked up all of the remaining digested worms that she accidentally swallowed.

Soothing her back (careful to avoid her wings), Azriel softly whispered, “It’s okay. Let it all out.” Emerie sucked in a breath of air, her wings spreading apart like a graceful swan. She leaned her head on the cushion of the booth. “Do Illryians eat worms?” she asked before drifting off to sleep.

#emerie #nesta #gwyn #catrin #OC nora #bryce #azriel #morrigan #lucien #maeve #armenta #Nesta Archeron (Harry Potter AU)

[aprofeshunal]

The Wonderful Terrible D&D party I’m in as cat pins (and an unfinished DM kitty).

#d&d #sewing #from left to right we have #quest the team mom with perfect skin #gwyn the rowdy cinnamon roll bard #clive the croissant bard #lyra the tree who deserves a gun #soril (rick) astley (we are never gonna give that nickname up) #our DM who probably hates us ❤ #val.... the rogue who will bang anyone 7/10 and above #why val #felt #my stuff #will I ever sew anything other than dumb lil cat pins? who knows #tumblr pls don't mess w my formatting

[jvwhyte]

Girl or Boy mom/dad energy, ACOTAR

Cassian -> Girl Dad

Nesta -> Girl Mom

Gwyn -> Boy Mom (i am a firm believer in this, she radiates them biggest boy mom vibes.)

Emerie -> I cant decide ??? 😩😩

Mor -> Girl Mom

Azriel -> Boy/Girl Dad (but specifically like three/four boys and one girl)

Feyre -> Boy/Girl Mom (has equal amounts boys and girls)

Rhys -> Boy/Girl Dad (has equal amounts of boys and girls)

Lucien -> Girl Dad (i can see him with boys too but then again i want him to have like seven daughters?? 😩)

Elain -> Girl/Boy Mom (Majority girls but has maybe one or two boys)

Amren/Varian -> would be against having children but then has a suprise daughter ? (or they have zero kids, i can't decide.) Varian seems like a cat dad tho.

Eris -> He radiates big girl dad energy but i can see him having like three+ girls and one boy.

Tamlin -> He doesn't even deserve the sperm in his ballsack so i say therapy.

#acotar #gwynriel #feysand #nessian #elucien #vamren #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #azriel berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #gwyneth berdara #nesta archeron #cassian #cassian archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #amren #amrenofvelaris #amren acotar #varian

[sunshinebingo]

Hello! Hello! 🎅

I’m officially done with your gift (though I say this with slight hesitance because I will be doing a final read through next week and may or may not change some things 😂) BUT for the most part, I’m done 🤗

I had a lot of fun putting everything together! (The playlist was surprisingly the hardest to put together, but I feel pretty great with the song choices. Hopefully you’ll like it 😓)

☃️☃️☃️☃️

Do you have any exiting plans for the upcoming weekend? (I’m going to see Avatar: The Way of Water)

What is another book series that you think Emerie, Gwyn, and Nesta would be perfect in?

Which of SJM’s characters are dog people? And which are cat people?

Hello! Hello!

Ooh I'm so excited 😄

I'm dying to go see Avatar : The Way of Water. The first Avatar is one of my favourite movies ever and I really hope I can see the new one this weekend. Fingers crossed 🤞 Apart from that I'll probably spend my weekend at home with my mom and my sister, having a drink and watching a show/movie that we can laugh at like idiots.

Hmm let me think about that one 🤔... I think they would fit well in the Harry Potter universe. Imagine them as teens at hogwarts who would often get in trouble. Like Gwyn and Emerie covering for Nesta while she sneaks out after curfew to meet with her boyfriend. Them pranking said boyfriend when he dares do something to their sister.

Dog people 🐶: Nesta, Cassian, Emerie, Mor, Rhys, Feyre, Gwyn, Aelin, Dorian, Lorcan, Chaol, Lysandra, Evangeline, Fenrys and Ithan (they are almost dog themselves so...), The frat boys, Bryce, Hunt

Cat people 🙀: Gwyn (again. She would probably be a duck people as well), Azriel, Amren, Lucien, Elain, Manon, Rowan, Elide, Yrene, Aedion, Evangeline (like Gwyn, she is an all-animal people), Ithan

I think Nesta, Rowan, Lorcan, Feyre, Azriel and probably Lysandra are the type to go like "No we are not getting a pet" but will end up giving up and have the pet anyway. Gwyn, Elain and Ithan are the type to find any lost or injured animal and bring them home.

[darklove9314-blog]

Underneath My Skin:A Nessian fanfiction

Author’s note: Hey guys!!! Welcome to day 7 of Nessian month, ( This one is late) today’s prompt is Tattoo Artist AU. If you want to participate in Nessian Month, all prompts are on @illyrianet page

“Are you nervous?” Gwyn asked as Nesta looked over to her, Emerie sitting in the next chair, scrolling through her feed on her phone.

“Why would I be nervous?” Nesta asked leading through the book she had brought with her.

Today had been the day that Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie had made the spontaneous decision to each get a tattoo. It was all their first and each of them had an appointment with a different tattoo artist who they had talked with over the phone and sent the rough idea of what they wanted done.

“Well it is your first tattoo and I know most people are nervous for theirs.” Nesta shrugged.

“Nesta?” A voice asked as her eyes flickered up to see one of the hottest males she had ever seen. She put her book away looking up at him with a smile. His hazel eyes looking down at her.

“That’s me.” She answered with a grin as Emerie gave her a knowing smirk. “I’m all set up whenever you’re ready.” He told her as Nesta stood up, Cassian was going back towards the booth in the corner Gwyn whispered

“Of course Nesta would get the hot one.“ She sighed as her name was called from the other side her eyes widened.

“I stand corrected.” Gwyn grinned standing up and calmly making her way to the other side of the parlor shaking another attractive mans hand. Introducing himself as Azriel. Nesta gave her a subtle wink. Emerie sighed,

“Of course you and Gwyn got the hot ones knowing my luck I’ll probably get-“

A blonde woman emerged calling Emerie’s name as Emerie’s eyes swept up and down, a shy smile crossing her face as she commented,

“I love this place.” She sprang up almost tripping over her chair as she quickly recovered following the blonde woman into her section as Nesta headed towards where Cassian was stationed.

Nesta looked at the stencil in his hand with the design she had emailed him about, a small book that had one of her favorite quotes written on the front of it. A quote that meant a lot to her and her friends. Nesta smiled at the design as she looked into Cassian‘s hazel brown eyes. Gosh, he really was handsome. If she had been at a bar instead of a tattoo parlor, she would have offered to buy him a drink, but she guessed talking to him while getting her tattoo done would do.

“Did you decide where you wanted your tattoo?” He asked as Nesta pointed to a specific placement on her forearm.

“Right here will do.” she told him as he placed the stencil on her to test out whether or not she liked it. the gentle brushing of his fingers sending shivers up her spine. She shouldn’t be thinking all the thoughts she was thinking with a total stranger. It wasn’t like her.

“Does that look good?” He asked his voice seeming an octave lower, she ignored it dutifully and stared at the tattoo that would be inked permanently to her skin in an hour or so.

She nodded eager to get started.

“Alright, go ahead and sit on the chair facing me.” He instructed as she sat in the chair.

Cassian grabbed his stool pulling it closer to her as he looked at his inks. she had chosen to do a tattoo with colors, so she knew he was setting up his black, gray, blue, and silver ink. She had seen his work online, knew that he was good at it. she was fully prepared.

“Just remember we can stop whenever you want to. We don’t have to get this all done today just in case you’re not feeling up to it.” He smiled.

She smiled at him at the challenge. “Oh I’m more than prepared for this.” Nesta answered him. His smile grew.

“In that case, let’s get started.” He replied as she felt the first prickle to her skin. It felt similar to a cat scratch. with barely any pain there, but she knew that there could potentially be a difference between how she felt while he was outlining vs how she’d feel when he was shading, some claimed the outline hurt some the opposite, but she knew that it would be worth it in the end,

“So how long have you been a tattoo artist?” She asked

“Going on six years.” He answered.

“Impressive.”

He gave her a slight smile illuminating his face. She notice the tattoos that inked his light brown skin and the scars that marred them.

“Do you have a favorite piece?” She asked after a few silent moments had passed.

“Of my work or the tattoos I’ve received?”

“Both.” She asked intrigued to hear his answers.

“I’ve done a lot of tattoos, as for a favorite-“ He shrugged, “I like hearing the meaning behind the tattoo, I like people sharing their stories, Don’t get me wrong, I love my craft, but the people are what makes this job worth it.“

She tilted her head at that wincing slightly as the needle went over where the bone was, she was told that would hurt the worst, so she distracted herself.

“So what’s the story on your favorite tattoo?” She asked watching his hands as he worked.

“Me and foster brothers have wings on our backs to symbolize our relationship that way no matter how far we go or what city we may end up in, we’ll always have something to remember each other by.“ He answered as Nesta felt a pang in her chest. She had heard stories about the foster care system. knew how tough it could be for the children who were in them, but she knew it wasn’t her place to ask and that it was his story to tell so she simply asked.

“Do you all still talk to each other?”

He had finished the outline and now had started on the shading. It stung slightly but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

“We’re roommates actually. One of them is actually working on your friend now.” He told her.

“The one by the name of Azriel?” She asked him. He nodded.

“That’s the one. He and I have always worked together. Rhys however, he works for the courthouse.”

“Didn’t want to be a tattoo artist like the rest of you?” She teased as a small smirk crossed his lips.

“He lacks the skills to do so.” He answered as Nesta felt another pang in her chest, One of a different sort.

“I can relate. I was more of the studious one in my family. My sister Feyre was the artist.” She answered.

“Does your sister live in the city?” He asked.

“Yes, but ugh, we’re not that close, it’s complicated.“ she answered not willing to elaborat. it wasn’t that her and Feyre didn’t love each other, it was just that having two neglectful parents made them seek comfort elsewhere. Anywhere else besides each other. Had made their fight horrid, both slewing out venomous words that they weren’t sure if they meant or not. It had been the worst when they both were teens, Feyre had been three years younger, but still accomplishing her goals had always been easier for Feyre, for Nesta, not so much.

Her and Elain were closer, but not by much. To Elain, Nesta had been overbearing. and she didn’t blame her for the thought. It was either she suffocated the people that she loved, becoming a burden or she hadn’t loved them enough. Both of which she had worked on in therapy or rather what she was still working on.

“I get complicated families.“ He said, a sad look in his eyes.

“I was always the complicated one.“ She told him. Not sure why she had done it. He was a complete stranger. but for whatever reason she felt as if she could talk to him about anything.

“So was I.” He confided in her. Making her eyes meet his. “Out of me, Rhys, and Azriel, I took things the hardest and I didn’t always handle them in the best ways. I always got into trouble. Said some awful things to them and the others, it took me time. And it wasn’t until I had a foster mom who gave a shit about why I was hurting that I truly started to heal. So I get being the complicated one, The way you feel like a burden even when you’re not.“

His thumb smoothed over the skin, checking on the ink there as she felt a calming reassurance in her chest. knowing that this would end soon. that this was probably the last time they would see each other.

“It looks like we’re almost done.” He told her changing to a lighter topic. Not knowing how they had gotten onto a heavier one,

“Looks like it.” She had told him. Looking at the book on her forearm.

“So I take it you’re a reader?” He asked, working on the last of her touchups.

“Have been since I was old enough to read.” She confirmed.

“Is this a quote from a book?” He asked gesturing to the quote there.

“Ugh no. It’s just the motto for us that my friend Gwyn came up with.” she told him as he read it.

“We are the rock against which the surf crashes and nothing can break us.” He smiled admiring the tattoo. “I like it.”

She wasn’t sure why the blush had crept on her cheeks at his words but it had.

“Thank you.” She told him hiding her blush from him. Normally she didn’t blush when a man gave her a compliment, but Cassian somehow was different.

“Well it looks like you’re done.” He answered. as she got up and went over to the full length mirror observing her tattoo, a book with her and her friends motto on it. They had all chosen the design together because as Gwyn had said herself, all their stories deserved to be told and all of them had a love for books.

“I love it. Thank you.“ She smiled as she glanced up at him.

“It was my pleasure.” He stated wrapping up her tattoo.

“Now you’re going to want to keep this wrapped for a couple of hours and then follow the instructions I give you on the paper you’ll leave with for tattoo after care, but besides that, you are free to go.”

After Nesta had paid and Gwyn and Emerie had finished with theirs. Gwyn and Emerie chatted happily about their tattoos looking at the colors they had chosen them in. the same colors as their friendship bracelets, Nesta smiled turning towards Cassian as she extended her hand to him.

“It was a pleasure meeting you.” Nesta told him as his hand slipped into hers, giving it a slight shake,

“The pleasure was all mine- Nesta-“

“Archeron.” She finished. A little more quickly then she would have liked.

“Nesta Archeron, the name does have a ring to it,” He answered giving her a wicked grin, Was he-Was he flirting with her? “Well Nesta Archeron, I hope we see each other again.” He stated and before she could answer his other client arrived as he went to tend to them and Gwyn and Emerie flocked her while they were outside,

“Do you ever think you’ll see him again?” Gwyn asked as Nesta looked back at the tattoo parlor with a smile on her face,

“I’m not sure, but I hope so,“

#nesta archeron #nesta #cassain #nessianmonth #nessian

[aelin-world-walker]

Some headcanons I have post-ACOSF

(don’t ask where this comes from i’m just aching because i finished rereading acosf and thinking headcanons is my coping mechanism)

(i wrote “some” in the title but they are like a million????)

(like now this is a master list of headcanons i have...)

BE AWARE OF ACOSF SPOILERS!!!

*Probably I’ll edit it pretty often because headcanons come whenever they like.

*i’ll probably add feysand headcanons in the future but not now because there’re A LOT out here but know I have some like feysand beign parents is too cute to ignore.

*sorry if there are some spelling errors, English is not my first language.

The cabin headcanons

(yes the cabin has its own subtitle)

Cassian takes Nesta to the cabin after their mating bond ceremony and then happens chapter 55 but Nesta adapted. There’s no soup but a biscuit.

When Nyx is a little older he starts participating in the snowball fight. Rhys, Cassian and Az let him win.

In one of her visits, Feyre paints her sisters and Nyx’s eyes beside the IC ones, because they are now part of the Court of Dreams (this one made me cry a little honestly)

Whenever one of the IC’s couples wants to take a break they go to the cabin. Sometimes Az goes too to play chaperone. Spoiler: it doesn’t work (especially NOT with Nessian) (this one made me laugh)

Nesta likes the cabin’s vibes to read, so she goes often. Sometimes Cassian joins her but he bores to death so he wouldn’t let her read (if you get what i mean)

I can imagine the IC visiting it, long nights bonding in front of a fire and playing board games. Rhys, Nesta and Azriel are so competitive that stay awake til one of them wins. (actually Rhys and Azriel competitive spirit over board games is canon) (i just imagine Nesta playing the courtier to win) (then she loses and is cranky for a day). Meanwhile, Mor and Cassian drink themselves silly, and Feyre and Elain play with Nyx. Amren just purrs sitting in Varian’s lap. (Amren as the house cat)

The girls decide to do their own snowball fight honestly i don’t know why this is not canon yet. One year they decide to do girls vs. boys. The girls win and the boys don’t want to play against them again.

Nyx and his cousins learning to fly in a summer vacation there. (yeah because nessian’s children are happening in the future and they are in some of my headcanons sorry)

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie go there sometimes (not so often because they prefer staying with the House please never forget they are all friends) and go hiking.

When Nyx and Nessian’s children are older and misbehave their parents send them to the cabin. Then whoever of them didn’t got to be grounded slips alcohol to the ones inside. (Actually i can see them doing this??? Rhys and Mor did the same. Also I can see Nyx and his cousins having a relationship similar to Rhys and Mor’s and Aelin and Aedion’s)

Inner Circle couples and the sauna. Not gonna say anything else, but just know it’s hella weird there’re no scenes in there...

The House of Wind headcanons

(big house deserved its own headcanons)

Nesta installs a dance studio in there and whenever she can she goes and dance for hours.

Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie and the House start a monthly sleep-over in the private library. The House always conjures the miniature pegasus without being asked.

Can we talk about the fact that in the future the House of Wind will have a nursery???? because i have to talk about it. don’t know if i’ll be able to do so without crying but just- nessian’s babies nation

When Nessian’s children are born the House would conjure anything just to please them and will protect them at all costs. The House as a babysitter and mother-hen.

The House starts talking to Cassian and recommends him smut books. He reads them and find them pretty interesting. He also recommends the House books but as they are of warfare the House finds them boring.

When Cassian and Nesta fight the House would be angry with Cassian for some days and would serve his food cold.

The House of Wind is Nyx’s favorite place in the city. Cassian and Nesta even give him a room when he is older. He loves it for the same reason Rhys did: flying. He also likes asking the House ridiculous things -the House loves his petitions-

Azriel keeps his room of course, but playing the chaperone is useless now (it always was)

Mor befriends the house and together they plan jokes to Cassian.

Feyre loves going to the House because it reminds her that her sister is happy and will never be alone.

Nessian headcanons

(of course there are nessian’s headcanons)

While sleeping, Cassian is very restless while Nesta sleeps in a ball, but they make it work. Also, Cassian takes all the blankets so Nesta ends up beside him and his wings.

The two of them loves sleeping in. Cassian would never admit it because he would never hear the end of it from the ic. (i know he said in acomaf that daylight is precious but now that he has found his mate he has change a liiitle his opinion about that. like now wake up beside his love is more precious than anything!!!!!)

I think it’s not fair we didn’t got a smut scene in the bathtub.

And in Windhaven.

Aaaaand in the cabin.

When Nesta has a nightmare, Cassian would hug her and comfort her while remind her it was a dream, and now she got out, and is loved and cherished by a lot of people.

Nesta loves that Cassian strokes her head, more when her hair is down. (i really like that nesta prefers updo hairstyles tho)

Nesta sitting on Cassian’s lap. That’s all I need for a next book. (i also need more domestic scenes between them like the one in Winter Solstice when Nesta hangs their coats) (also i need to read nessian from another pov i want to know how they look like from outside their pov)

Nessian dancing into the darkest hours, losing themselves into the music and their embrace. (i need a slow dancing fanfic thx)

Nesta is still a little uncomfortable to venture into Velaris so she asks Cassian to fly her over the city whenever she needs to go out and doesnt want to tangle in the multitude.

Cassian reading an Illyrian report while Nesta reads a romance book. Domestic mates part one hundred.

Nesta loves flying (WHY THIS IS NOT CANON SARAH) (like i would have been awesome to read nesta liking flying after that scene with rhys in acowar)

I love that is canon they like chocolate cake idk just wanted to say that.

Nesta headcanons

(my daughter deserves them)

Every Starfall, Nesta would take the stairs down and up just to remind herself the way up is long but by the end she would find happiness.

She is really protective over the House. She wouldn’t let anyone spill anything or mess around.

She starts taking dancing lessons again, even though she doesn’t need them. It’s her favorite part of the week. I can imagine Gwyn joining her. Emerie prefers watching them and smirk while drinking tea.

She visits her father’s tomb more than her sisters, and tells him every aspect of her life because she didn’t do it when he was alive.

She doesn’t like the Court of Nightmares, but the Winter Solstice ball in there is one of her favorites events of the year.

She goes back to being a courtier/emmisary for the Night Court and loves tormenting the people she has to deal with. (just imagine Nesta in Vallahan, they would sign the treaty in a second)

She continues working in the Library because she is still healing and the Library is such a big part of that. She continues fighting with Merrill too (gwyn is please of that)

Also she starts practicing with Amren to use her powers, even if there is not a lot to master (tho i think she is still very powerful but let’s wait for the next book to confirm this)

ALSO Nesta as a mother: she gives her children a lot of love because she remembers how it is to have a cold mother and doesn’t want to repeat the story.

Nessian’s children headcanon

(tho i imagine they have at least a daughter so she is gonna appear a lot in my hc sorry)

I can imagine them having an unexpected pregnancy idk why they would be very happy tho (like chaolene’s) (not so soon after acosf, they would enjoy some free-of-babies-years)

Now I want a fanfic about nessian finding out they are pregnant please writers do it

Tho I can imagine its during training.

Nessian’s baby would sleep between them. Cassian loves that and even though Nesta says the contrary, privately she loves it too.

Nesta teaching their daughter to dance, while Cassian teaches her to fly. Together, they teach her to fight. Their daughter wants to be a Valkyrie like her mom and aunts.

Also Nesta reading her daughter to bed and then getting asleep. Cassian would find the two of them sleeping and would cover them with a quilt.

Their daughter loves to hear the stories about Nessian’s Blood Rites, and would ask everyone about them.

Their daughter is their number 1 fan im crying in softness

She also wants to hear the stories of her uncles and aunts even though some are sad, because she knows they are happy and together now.

I can see Nessian wanting another baby tbh but let’s stop in one until Sarah shows us the contrary.

But just imagine Nessian’s children + Nyx playing hide-and-seek on the House of the Wind and the House helping them hide.

Nessian’s daugther loves hearing Gwyn sing, and is particularly obsessed with Emerie because she sees herself in Emerie (like they are both Illyrians i’m crying nessian’s daughter doesnt understand why her aunt can’t fly).

She has spring allergies too.

#thinking headcanons is my coping mechanism #in case you didnt notice i sink with nessian #i sink with nesta too #azriel didnt even try to be a chaperone #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #cassian #headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #feyre archeron #rhysand #inner circle #night court #nessian #feysand #the house of wind #velaris #azriel #acosf spoilers

[acourtcfmuses]

OC Starter Call! 

See the list under the cut! Please specify who you’d like!

ACOTAR:

Rhea Berdara (Gwyn & Catrin’s mom)

Orion (Feyre & Rhys son)

Koa (Mor & Emerie adopted son)

Amberle (Miryam & Drakon adopted daughter)

Asta (Amern & Varian daughter)

Calista (Gwyn & Az daughter)

Eirwan (Vivaine & Kallias son)

Neve (Vivaine & Kallias daughter)

Roux (Autumn Court guard)

Teen Wolf:

Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Lahey (Isaac’s twin)

Nathan ‘Nate’ Dunbar (Liam’s older brother)

Aoife Argent (Agent Cousin)

Veronica ‘Roni’ Meyers (Satomi’s emissary)

Aurora Lycan

Silver Lycan

Lycus Lycan 

Rhudi Lycan

Greyson ‘Grey’ Martin (Lydia’s cousin)

Julie and the Phantoms

Tomas Gajos (verse either as Reggie’s brother 1995 verse or Reggie’s nephew 2020 verse)

MCU:

Megha Novikova (Red Room OC)

Descendants:

Harriet Jones (Semi-Canon HC based - Hook’s daughter)

Lilith Gato (Lucifer the Cat’s daughter)

Hannah Hightopp (Mad Hatter’s Daughter)

Alfreda ‘Freddie’ Facilier (Semi-Canon HC based - Dr Facilier’s daughter)

Sammy Smee (Semi-Canon HC based - Smee’s son)

Derek Bergmann (Dopey’s son)

Matthias Gothel (Mother Gothel’s son)

Julia Darling (John Darling’s daughter)

Jonathan Darling (John Darling’s son)

Alissa Kingsleigh (Alice Kingsleigh’s daughter)

Alistair Kingsleigh (Alice Kingsleigh’s son)

King Club (Son of a Card Guard)

Victor Heart (King of Hearts)

Chesney Cheshire (Cheshire Cat’s son)

Fleur Faery (Fauna’s daughter)

Ruby Fitzherbert (Semi-Canon HC based - Rapunzel’s daughter)

Braxton Snatch (Bandersnatch’s son)

Briar Snatch (Bandersnatch’s daughter)

Kris Bjorgman (Anna & Kristoff’s son)

Astrid Bjorgman (Anna & Kristoff’s daughter)

Gaspard Legume (Gaston’s son)

Jenny Skellington (Jack & Sally’s daughter)

Diana Moors (Diaval’s daughter)

Urina Tow (Undertow’s daughter)

Damian Jones (Davy Jones’ son)

Edwin Hyde (Edward Hyde’s son)

Pace Ratigan (Professor Ratigan’s son)

Lyra Sanderson (Sarah Sanderson’s daughter)

Castor Sanderson (Winifred Sanderson’s son)

Olwen Marmoreal (Mirana Marmoreal’s daughter)

Wesley Clayton (Clayton’s son)

Piotr Potts (Mrs Potts’ son)

Hela Sinclair (Helga Sinclair’s daughter)

Primrose McLeach (Percival McLeach’s daughter)

#☀️ [ starter call ]

[controloffandoms]

The Writers are out to play today

-the fact Veronica lives in the same apartment building as Buck

-Buck to Albert "We have to move"

-That whole Turkey scene with Buck and Eddie (I'm still laughing about it)

-That look Hen and Buck gave each other as the Turkey call ended

-The fact that there was a Turkey call in the first place

-That one woman that was listing off all the people she gave synthesized weed to

-Albert giving TV relationship advice

-Buck's whole date, I felt so bad for him

-"But I was there first"

-"I think he's onto us" - May Grant

-Bobby running with Michael's idea

-The trash run (omg, so fucking hilarious)

-"Michael did help me break into a bank vault once"

-(Though this story line of the off the books surgery stuff is not funny, but I love the fact that it's Michael, David, and Bobby all together figuring this shit out...but they needed to loop in Athena)

-(I support the amatuer detectives)

-(I don't like Hen's mom rn)

-(Loving the Hen and Karen moments)

-Athena's look when Michael congratulates his Detective skills

-(Now I feel a little bad about my previous judgement of Hen's mom, but I stand by it because it wasn't right for her to treat Hen that way when she was younger. Like, because she was proud, she shouldn't have made those demeaning comments towards her "isn't she too old for Med School")

-"Sometimes tomorrow shows up and bites you in the ass" -story of my life

-(I do want Hen and her mom to have a relationship though...it seems like it could be good for both of them)

-(I love the compilation at the end)

-OMG ALBERT AND VERONICA

-Buck: "Now I NEED TO MOVE" is the sentiment of that look Buck gave Albert

___

LS

-the saturation drop is the funniest

-"Have I hit the arc of the covenent? Have I gone too far?"

- Lmao owen and gwyn's conversations always get me - it moves so fast and it always has a joke or two during it

-"did you just call me fat?" (call back to Buck's disaster date earlier)

- "there's gonna be swapping?"

-Owen is a little bit of a control freak

-(LOVE PARAMEDIC TK)

-"I don't need to check the other one, right?"

-(Detective Paul at your service, love it)

-The blenders? Owen, seriously? XD

-"This is a hostile takeover"

-(I have a cat slow tea steeper, so I support that addition)

-"You shoot one holiday play vertically..."

-TK antagonizing the team, lol

-(Nancy is trying...and I think she likes having TK on board, but she has some grief to also work through...and I think TK needs to read the room a little to see that)

-but the "Live in it a minute" line sent me

-"no offense, but is this your first day?"

-"TK, any metal in your body I need to know about?"

-lol, underdressed firemen and paramedics

-(Nancy is jealous, which she doesn't need to be...they're a team)

-lol, the cups are at the station

-"the hillbilly grin"

-"New little Texan" - I love you Judd

-"tiny coffee cups"

-TK is being a rule pusher

-Omg, TK, that's not what the siren is for

-(oof, I feel equally bad for Tommy and her kid)

-But the "are you going to ask," Nancy throws TK...I did let out a small laugh

-(TARLOS!!!!!!!!!)

-"Nancy hates my guts" (TK, she doesn't hate you...she's still grieving.) (it's like you're now her younger sibling, she's going through the mini crisis you had when you found out about your brother)

-(love Carlos trying to being the sensible one) (Beautiful Tarlos scene)

-(Good Grace and Tommy)

-(Enzo? Seriously? Same, Owen, agreed. He gets to be a little pissed.)

-The bowl "it's too beautiful"

-"I need you to spit in this cup" and Owen's face (though I hate that they're having this drama. Like, please *eye roll*)

- (Charles, I support him supporting Tommy...don't be mad at him, he was trying to help)

-lmao, food fight (love that) (the family feels!!!!!)

-(TK bringing everyone together!!!! I freaking support it!!!! This is part of the reason why I love the idea of Paramedic!TK)

-Sloth Tea steeper! Love it!

-"the otter...""It's a sloth"

-"It's sloth urine"

-(one thing, the baby isn't an it. We found out it's a boy.)

-(I don't like this pregnancy storyline, but seriously?)

-(Owen, no but I feel)

-(I don't feel safe after the promo)

#9-1-1 #9 1 1 spoilers #9 1 1: lone star #9 1 1 lonestar spoilers #the writers threw us drama with humor #i'm okay with that #buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #michael grant #david #athena grant #hen wilson #karen wilson #albert han #chimney han #maddie buckley #baby mango #veronica #grace ryder #judd ryder #judson ryder #owen strand #tommy vega #nancy #tk strand #carlos reyes #gwyneth morgan #mateo chavez

[lordxgrinnyxboy]

rewatching tgm for the umpteenth time: wifi's not working edition 1/?

ngl i've Never, In My LIFE, done any singing or acting outside of puppet shows when i was in like the 3rd grade but every time i watch TGM i'm more and more like "GOD i wanna be cast as Barkilphedro" and i don't even know why? like why would i want to be the greasy clown nasty? He has No Rights? I Don't Like Him Or Sympathize With Him At All? And Yet???? It must be a calling.

there's like. two barrels on the stage.

uggggggh i love Ensemble!Maskell and Ensemble!Obianyo they're both so pretty

FEEL SO LOW YOUR PULSE NEEDS CHECKING

ngl Barkilphedro has No Rights and he gets No Sympathy from me but i do feel sorry for him when he talks about his mother. also sucks for him that he wasted so much time hoping his loyalty to Clarence would pay off, only to get nothing but mockery in return. also also as 'comical' as the Erotic Breakfast Dance scene is played it's still...really gross and Not Okay. This dude's 100% culpable for his actions and he made his own choices and is absolutely slimy but it's like those bits in LotR when they talk about Bilbo pitying Gollum. idk i just kinda hate that ol' Barky let himself be twisted into such a wretched creature. He crossed the No Rights line the night he decided to carve up a kid's face tho and just kept right on going.

ensemble!maskell is so cute send help

it's the eye makeup and the lighting it's just. a really good look

ms. obianyo pls

just noticed Bark's little pose on "obsessed with the pursuit of beauty"

okay so i've seen some comments around about Clarence's "How do you keep your pecker up" remark and just thought i'd- dude's fingernails. wow they're so shiny. ahem -mention here that i've looked into this expression before and it's actually a term that i guess is mainly used in England or something and it's like nose = beak = 'pecker' as in birds which ‘peck’ things with their beaks. It's basically the same as "keep your chin up". Snufkin says it to Moomin. I mean with Clarence i wouldn't put it past him to mean it another way but also given where the show is set it makes sense he would use such a term.

ngl i want to Know about Angelica tho like. why is she Brutalized. why did Clarence send her awaey. i actually want to know about the whole family. I feel like it's a three separate moms situation but even if it's only two separate moms Where Are The Moms. did Clarence send Them awaey too? Did one or more of them Die? Were they Killed? oh god what if it's like in Light Princess and he actually Had (one of/)Them Executed. I think it's interesting that Clarence Lorded Dirry-Moir. we don't get to know about how he treated Josiana, but none of his kids even turn up to his funeral and the only one who talks about him at all only does so to denounce him.

also thinking about the differences yet similarities between the Green Box Family and the Royal Family but i can't articulate worth anything rn so i'll just *pins for later*

love Ensemble!Brisson

also ngl even if the whole Royal Introduction/Lords on Palace Hill bit isn't 100% literal it still paints a pretty clear picture of the kind of toxic and vapid society that's encouraged under Clarence's reign.

does 'bonnie prince' mean anything specific or

ugh i love Osric

wait i just noticed the stripies on dirry--moir's shirt. nice. i'd wear that.

not as much as i'd wear the heck out of Osric's coat though. actually his whole outfit. add Osric/Lord Trelaw to Roles I Wanna Be Cast For In The Timeline Where I Sing And Act

the face Dirry-Moir makes while Osric's getting started introducing the fair tho. he looks like a kid trying to fit in with a cool new friend group.

the way Mr Maskell sings "we have a huge collection of the crippled and the dabbed" tho it sounds like he's got a cold

i'm gonna need somebody to meet me irl just to do that lil dance that Dirry-Moir and Osric do after "If you've got the money/I've got the misery" it looks fun!

au where Mr. Maskell stays on stage through the end of Laughter is the Beast Medicine. i need to See him do the choreo for this part.

had a real cursed idea right here but no it's Too cursed

the look on Osric's face when Bark grabs his bad arm tho

this whole "imagine laughing without any cruelty at all" is such a weird bit tbh

have i already said that i love the whole look of the "the poor soul who stands before you" part like idk if it's the pose or what but Gwyn Looks Really Good In This Scene

okay but the way puppet!Gwyn holds out his hand toward his mom and then she goes to- hangon i can’t describe lemme see if separate post separate post

okay

ngl im real curious as to whether this bit on the pirate ship (idk why i’ve always defaulted to ‘pirates’ for these cats) actually happened or if Ursus fully made it up like we really Don’t get to Know how much of this has any basis in what really happened that night do we u-u

kay but the fact that Dea’s mom’s lying there with her eyes open and the way they emphasize her frozen-ness by having her arm stay up like. wow.

wait a minute is that Born Broken playing for lil baby Dea? i think it is.

yeah sing it hazlit

interesting how Ursus has little!Gwyn sing “they put blood in my nightmares” but also vow to find the man who cut him. which i mean singular ‘they’ is obviously a thing but as i doubt the intention was for Gwyn to have decided that whoever cut him must be a they/them man i just think it’s interesting that even the wording in the puppet show points to the fact that there was Someone Else There, even if it does then swerve back to a single perpetrator. But also it’s still accurate because while it was only one man who cut Gwyn’s face, it was both Barkilphedro and Ursus who contributed to putting blood in his nightmares.

honest question why is Mr. Maskell’s voice Like That like who gave him the right

love how puppet!Gwyn and puppeteer!Gwyn and later real!Gwyn all do that same little motion with their head on the word “disgrace”

OH HEY we’re at the part where Lon Don picks up NICE

add Mojo Puppeteer to my list of dream roles

wait ohmygod there’s this thing kind of hanging off the cart and i was squinting at it like “what is that” and then the cart turned around and i realize that’s the body that goes to the head-on-a-shelf ursus what the hell

wait so Dirry-Moir genuinely thinks Dea went blind from looking at Gwyn’s face but he also wants to see it? although granted Ursus said she went blind from “gazing too long” so maybe Dirry-Moir assumes he’ll be safe if it’s only a quick look. still. Concept: Post-Show Dirry-Moir having this tendency to Not Look At Gwyn very much until eventually either he explains why and somebody has to Tell Him, or maybe at some point he’s like “wait a minute. that was made up wasn’t it” and everyone has a bit of a laff

ngl i love the inside of the cart and how there’s like four, maybe five puppets, counting Beauty and Beast, and also some of the shadow puppets...all kinds of vials and bottles and what looks like painting supplies...what looks suspiciously like crimson lethe on the stove...looks like some cabinets and extra storage up very top. im curious about the layout since we only get to see one part of the cart at a time.

wait why’s the song called stars in the sky when does he say th- why isn’t it called “New World” or “dreams” or something why stars in the sky he doesn’t even say- does he say it in the reprise???  *skips ahead* NO?

does the Disney Chorus Say It??

THEY DON’T

WHY IS THE SONG CALLED STARS IN THE SKY? WHY HAVE I BEEN UNQUESTIONINGLY CALLING IT STARS IN THE- WHEN ARE STARS MENTIONED??

IS THE TITLE A REFERENCE TO THE FACT THAT URSUS IS ONE OF THE ONES WHO ASSISTED IN STRIPPING STARS FROM THE SKY? IDK BOSS IT FEELS KINDA WEAK TO ME

ugh i love ms obianyo

“to help them forget themselves” yeah that’s what you want him to do huh Ursus

“not now, Grinpayne”‘s a p curious line to include and only the fact that Gwyn’s still using his puppet!Gwyn voice while complaining is keeping me from being like “lol Gwyn’s lil rant was actually him breaking character and then Ursus just went with it like it was part of the show lol lol”

cutting here for length uwu Dea finishes the word ‘skies’ at exactly 30 minutes in which is nice bc i didn’t even have to interrupt her mid-word in order to pause for post-length.