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ratfest · 6 months
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Akutami Gege Devouring His Son
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linmelon · 1 month
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charli3emily · 16 days
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rdjismarvelous · 17 days
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Robert Downey Jr Academy Award Winner ✨
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puer-aurea · 2 months
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yippee!! hermitcraft s10!! what povs are everyone watching? im watching xisuma and keralis and i really wanna watch skizz but his episodes are soooo long and i have commitment issues (/j). im definitely gonna try to watch it whenever i feel like it excited to finally be a part of this fandom for the start of a new season <3
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2manyflannels · 6 months
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Got excited for the travel banter and then got hit with the:
Olberic: “You pray for the lizardman?”
Ophelia: “Yes. To the townspeople, they are fearsome monsters….but they are just creatures for all that and I would hope that they rest in peace”
Olberic:“Just so”
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Olberic: “Ophilia I have a favor to ask.”
Ophilia: “What is it?”
Olberic: “Would you also pray for me?”
Ophilia: “Why of course”
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monsterfloofs · 1 month
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I was re-reading all your maestro fics again for the manyth time and was stuck on how hopeful and excited he was when he heard a knock on the door thinking it was reader for it only to be Angelo. And I was thinking (though it’s well after Valentine’s Day) what if reader knocked on his door and was planning to just leave him a valentine’s flower and card. They had given a card to everyone in the group though never a flower but their anonymous goes awry when he excitedly answers the door, Thanks.
Maestro (He/They Harpy) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)
(Ah gosh can I do this?? Can I do this??? I am going to plead with my brain to be able to write something, because I feel like I am really flounding creatively lately. 😭 I shall try my bestest.)
The room was filled with music. A lilting melody that highly contrasted the poised figure playing at the piano. Their brow furrowed, with a concentrated glare that could almost burn a hole into the sheet music they were reading. There was a slight misstep, causing a wrong note to call out, like throwing a rock into a serene pond. Feathers ruffle angrily and his chest rises up in a deep sigh of frustration.
Again.
Do it again.
The hands snap back to the beginning and the sweet melody starts over, glaring at the page of music. Nose wrinkling in something like disgust, the hand pauses at a particular stanza, thoughtful. Tinkering with a few notes before he gives a scoff and snatches an eraser from the shelf, scrubbing at the paper before drawing a new note. He replays the section, eyes fluttering closed and nodding to himself.
Better. It’s getting better.
Strange to think that it has been a year since he had been struggling with this one piece of music. It was a fault of his that they knew too well, perfectionism would be the death of them. Yet, the more they attempted to rush and finish the piece, the more it eluded him completely. He wanted for it to be perfect, but days and weeks and months of a busy schedule allowed him only so much time to work on it. Perhaps it was fruitless after all. His tense shoulders began to fall, slouching and glared at the paper. It has been a year, and much can change in that span of time.
It’s weird to think about how much can change in a year. You think to yourself, marching up the stairs into the concert hall. It’s the weekend, not only is it the weekend, but it’s a Sunday. No one would be here on a Sunday right? You think about Maestro, how much of a work-a-holic he is and frantically wave the thought away. You assure yourself and the nervous voice in your head. You. Yes you, the one who is screeching that we should be running for the hills.
Not even he, in all of his frightening glory, would be here. There was nothing to worry about. At least. . . .You hoped so.
You pressed an ID card to the door scanner and you heard a chime before you pushed your way inside of the building. The sound of your shoes on the floor was unnerving, it was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that leaves you drowning in your thoughts.
Leave the card and goodies? Keep the card? Don’t sign the card and leave it anonymous. Perhaps running home and burying yourself out in the backyard would be best. No one would find your body there. You freeze, as the sound of music seeps from underneath his office.
He is here. Of course he is, why had you ever entertained the idea he wouldn’t be? You practically tiptoed up to the door, conscious of every step your feet made on the tiles. You stopped in front of his office door with it’s large square window. Staring at Jameson openly from the other side. You knew he was a composer, but you couldn’t recall hearing anything he wrote. Was he working on something now? You look down at the bag in your hand. Roses peeking out of the top and you could see pink card through the transparent plastic.
He is such a stoic and intense man, you would have thought he’d prefer more dramatic songs. You hesitate, if you leave the bag on the door handle like you intended, once he goes to leave the handle will twist and dump everything onto the floor. The card and chocolate would be fine to take a tumble, but the roses. You dither, wondering if you set the bag on the floor, would he see it?
You begin to notice the silence in the room stretching on. Where was the piano? You slowly raise your head up to stare. Maestro was now also openly staring back at you. He typically smooth feathers where fluffed out and sticking up in funny places like he had just been a victim of static electricity.
The staring contest lasted longer than you had hoped for. Knees weak, you begin to sink. Your face in wide eyed terror as you slowly settle into a crouch, your saucer eyes the last thing to disappear from the view of the window.
What are you doing? Run you fool, run! Yet instead, you stay crouched in front of the door, staring at the crack between the polished wood and floor. Hoping beyond hope he would just ignore what he just saw. Heck, maybe he would think he hallucinated it! You hear a soft knocking from above and you look up to see Maestro staring down at you through the window.
“What are you doing?” He mouths at you, a look of concern and considerable confusion plastered on his face.
“I don’t know!” You managed to mouth back, your voice a whisper. Scrambling away from the door as the handle begins to turn. Maestro runs his hands through his feathered mane.
“It’s. . . “ He began then frowns.
“The weekend? Yeah.” You bounce on the heels of your feet before taking a deep breath and holding out the bag to him. Oh now he’s really looking like he got struck by lightning or something.
“Here,” Your voice tumbling over itself in a rush. “I know Valentine’s Day was days ago, but I just wanted to give you these and say thanks for working with all of us.”
He stared at the bag as if it would try and reach out and bit him.
“Oh.”
“Yeah! So uh– I’ll be on my way, I’msorrytodisturb.” Your words speeding up even faster as he puts a hand to his face.
“Did you. . . hear the song?”
The question had you taking in a gulp of air, so ready to continue on with the panicked apologized until your brain caught up to you.
“Song?” You echoed, “The song you were playing on the piano?”
He wiped his hand down his face, then squinted, staring promptly at a spot just behind your shoulder. “Yes,” He began slowly, “What did you. . . think of it?” You blink a couple of times to make sure you heard him right. He was asking you about the music?
“It, was lovely.” You admitted, treading slowly and carefully into your answer. “Did you write it?”
He hesitates before finally taking the bag from you, his hand lingering against yours longer than necessary. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his feathers again. Determined to smooth down the unruly plumage.
“Indeed.” He beckons to you, holding the door open. “Why. . . Why don’t you come in? I am sure it would sound better without any obstacles to block the music.”
You shuffled your feet before following him inside. Noticing a wilted bouquet of roses on the top of the piano. Even though the flowers were drooping, there was still an unmistakable sunshine orange. Just like the roses that were in the bag hanging from Maestro’s clawed hand.
You remember the website you had poured over when you were at the store. Red was for love, orange was for a crush, yellow for friendship, and pink was for appreciation. You had almost settled on pink, but then at the last second the orange ones caught your eye. You wondered, if someone else had been charmed by the brooding musician. Maestro glances at you, before gently lifting out the wilted flowers and replacing them into the water. He doesn’t look at the rest of the contents in the bag, setting them down on top of his desk before he takes a seat in front of the piano.
The music was gorgeous from what you had heard from outside, but being in the room and letting the notes hum around you. You closed your eyes, and listened, the casade of sound pulling on your heartstrings. “It’s beautiful,” You murmur out loud. You hadn’t expected that he would be able to hear you. Yet his voice replied. “Ah, good. Then I was able to convey it properly. . . It’s for you, you know."
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jeo-dal · 8 months
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YOOOOOOOOOO
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chaotic-mystery · 1 month
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Bye I’m fucking crying
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meetmebyrhewillowtree · 3 months
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He found that damn fourth chaos emerald
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maris-snack-shop · 7 months
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PLEASE HELP SOMEONE!
Taku is blaming himself, Robin is getting flashbacks, Luigi and Kanna are crying, Palutena is...
And I don't even KNOW what's going on with Samus, Link, and Kirby!
T-Taku?!
Lady Palutena!?
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Hey... Take some deep breaths... It's going be okay.
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Okay... It's all gonna be okay...
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I'm going to talk to Robin. When you're ready, go to your son. He needs you.
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rosey100 · 3 months
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It had been almost a month since they started "hanging out" after the party and JJ and Varina have gotten closer each passing day, But unotified by both of them (mostly JJ) have been super close where they gave each other pet names while getting to know one another. It wasn't in til they're repeated siblings find out about them it was honestly( Zoe first) Mazzi and Vera who noticed how they act like Varina would be daydreaming out of nowhere with lovey dovey eyes or JJ could be making hearts with his breakfast. JJ was not sure if he could love someone else after the party but he gotten over it slowly and didn't wanna be hasty with anyone else and Varina wasn't sure that JJ would feel the same way about her.Mazzi agreed til she stated the times he was talking to someone on the phone way different when he would be if his friends and how he was going out almost literally of two and a half months without his skateboard or book bag and he would be all smiley when come home (JJ couldn't deny those facts ).For Varina though it was a shocker that her sister Vera figured out of all people who would notice she was the doodles she made and all the time she sneaks out when theirs parents are too busy or when everyone wasn't gonna be home (Varina couldn't try denying it).It took a lot of thinking and a lot of convincing (from mostly Mazzi then friends) for them to finally realize they're true feelings are to
"Just say it already!"
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(OK,just a casual night time picnic.. with a girl...just the two of us...alone together far away from your friends and now you're sweating now before you even get the chance to tell your feelings to her-)
*Running to JJ waving*
"JJ! HEY JJ!"
"VARINA! *cough* Varina Hey! I didn't see there."
"Got here sooner then I thought, man you have no idea how hard it was just to make sure my parents- "
Meanwhile JJ's mind
(Wow this is really really happening, she's actually here..with me..and I thought she wasn't gonna be able to come and i ¢an'tevenwa!ttot@llher- hold on J! JUST CLAM DOWN! Just clam down man! You got this J! You got this! )
"Not gonna tell you what took me so long to get here when I got the chance but thankfully I found a quick route here. So we're watching the fireworks form here? "
"Ha? Oh!! Yeah the fireworks! Yeah right here, watching them right here yeah!."
"Ok haha?"
"Hopefully you don't mind, *hovering a bag and shaking it* I thought I could bring some snacks for us tonight."
"Oh that's pretty good, I just got us some drinks too. It RC and lemon lime soda."🤷🏽
*Giggles* " Alright then you lay down the blanket, I'll see if we have enough snacks and we'll get ready. "
In JJ's mind
( WOW! I almost forgot how much smarter she is and she's so cute when she talks like that -)
"Alright you got the blanket?"
"Huh I got a blank chest!?"
*😳
"The Blanket! Did you bring a blanket to watch the fireworks on?!"
"Oh the blanket I think I..I ?!"
"Please... don't tell me, you forgot "
"I mean it's not like I am the one who has it- I did bring the blanket" *pulls out a dark blue plaid blanket out of his backpack*
"You can be sure a darling dork "
*Lays down the blanket on the ground*
**Sits on the blanket**
"Ahh I definitely picked the best place for tonight."
"It sure is, I haven't seen this many stars since I was 7."
"Oh really now?"
"Yay I was a Wild kid then a Wild Kratts kid to be exact."
"Cool, Hey was one too when I was 5, though my mom would be frantic for the stents and crazy things that I and the other get into" 😄
"Seriously I was the definition of a wild child" 😌
"Ya right Goody Two-shoes,even my sister Zoe couldn't lie like that time she was stuck in a cave to get a tarantula when she was 8 even my Uncle Chris almost went to get a jackhammer and she still got out with over six of them."
Six tarantulas at 8 are not even crazy for anyone who would try🫢😆
I'm not joking it happened my dad was the one trying to wake up my mom when she faded.🤣
|*Both laying down laughing and talking for a half hour when waiting for the fireworks to come was getting more different*|
"The sky really pretty at night"
"Yah sure is pretty"
"Varina? I want to come clean."
"Yes J?"
"I didn't tell you to come to just see fireworks."😔
"Huh?!"
"I lured you here to..to -"
"JJ? *nervously*
"I wanted to tell you that I...I "
"You what JJ!!"
I love you
*😧
"You uh Love me*😳
"I..I mean... I love UVD lights"
JJ
"I mean you just a friend for comfort after all, I mean"😅
" I think I should go* stand up walking away angrily*
Huh what!?
*quickly walks to her after realizing*
"You know? It's not every day you could've said it's shright before you got me over here!!"😡
"No! Wait Varina!"
"Leave me out of this JJ!"
"No! Listen I'm sorry I didn't mean it"
"Oh I'm sorry*turns around* , Guess you mean a friend for laughs huh!"
"No Varina it's not like at all"
"Then what do you want for me "
" If you listen to me I'll tell you if you weren't yelling at me and Why you are getting mad for was it because what I said!"
"It's not that "
"Then what did I do "
"You're so serious"🤦‍♀️
*😑🙎🏽
*Whisper to herself * "Cause I love you "
You lor-
"CUZ I LOVE YOU!!!
*🫢
"I..I You love me?!?!"
*😮‍💨 "Cats out the f**king bag "
"Ya but I threw him out first."
"Look I'm sor-
"No Varina listen"
"I know I said that time I was love with her and all that but I was love blind then, I never saw her the way I see her now and tha-
*😤😔
"That's over now, I don't have those feelings her I have for her ever since that party and I never thought it'd would be you"
*🥺
"There not once I haven't stopped thinking of you, I never once thought about anything else it was you, but you were already heartbroken and at first I figured nothing but me feeling sorry for you."
"I didn't think I would feel the way I do or if I ever know how I feel now!?"
"I didn't know if you felt the same way I thought no one would since the night but you were first person to be there for (besides my friends and my little sister who planned to kill her if she knows where she live) me."
"And here I think you're going with me to get a rich kit friend fam."
"Varina, I never thought you felt that way"
"As rich kit"
"As just a friend "
*😔 "Varina"
"You are the best thing that ever happened in my life and you're passionate, you're inventive , you're kindhearted and you're the most beautiful person I've seen inside and out."
"Wow! 🥺 Its just feels so strange yet better to let all that ou-
*Places both hands on her face pulling her to his lips *
*Kiss*
**😳**
*Steps back*
"I..I'm sorry I just got.. ugh I uh." 😨
Jimmy?
Yes
"Have you ever been closer to someone?"
"For a hug?"
A kiss * come close to him hand on his chest*
"Well.. I guess...I don't know...we should you know?"
*🥹
"Just shut up you big dum dumbing head"
*Pulls him by the caller*
Kiss
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Varina and Vera Varmitech belongs to @jokerislandgirl32
Zoe, JJ, Mazzi Z belongs to me @rosey100
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guybitesatgames · 5 months
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strawbsandkisses · 7 months
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dean saying “i hate you” to mary. “i had to be a father and a mother to sam because you weren’t there” i’m actually crying. it’s not even just the fact that it hits so close to home with things from my own family experience. like for so long he put the memory of her on a pedestal, and now that he’s finally faced with the physical version of her all these things are coming to the forefront. and he realizes that she is a liar and she never truly mothered them even when she was there. he had to be a parent both for himself and for sammy and he was just a fucking kid. and i just. i’m crying.
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thebiggestidoit · 14 days
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