"Her ears stood up proudly, their rouged tips unmarred by over-gaudy jewlery."
Wait, I'm sorry, are you telling me that elves apply makeup to their ear tips?
Or their ears in general? Like are there different styles of ear makeup? Types?
Has this gone out of fashion since the time of the last elven empires, or is it still considered fashionable to have rosy ear tips?
...come to think of it I do remember Ed Greenwood saying that the tips are an erogenous zone... I guess you know an elf is on a night out when they're drawing attention to their ears?
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Got all my blankets in my tub. My pillows too. I also brought my laptop with me. I'm going to have a good night tonight. I will. I have a movie on and everything. I am having fun. I'm sleepy.
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Nobody's here for Egon x Peter but it happened
Peter pins him to the wall.
“Egon. Honey. Handsome. Sweetie. How long have we known each other?”
“Enough to have the talk, I presume.”
“Right. Tell me when was the last time you shared clothing with a woman.”
This again. Egon can't believe it.
“Kindergarten", he states. "My sister would regularly steal my sweatshirts.”
“Mm. And when was the last time a woman spent the night with you?”
Oh, this is brilliant. Egon smiles.
“Funny you should ask that. Dorothy May, the girl from Accounting you dated? She kipped in my room after she got drunk and passed out one night. She confused me for her roommate for some reason, which was strange because I am pretty sure I do not exhibit prominent female qualities. Nevertheless, she crashed on my bed and I tried to study all night. She left in the morning, cursing. It’s not my fondest memory.”
Peter is quiet for a moment. Whether its because he has no recollection of the girl or remembers her all too well, Egon can't decipher. What matters is, his mouth is shut for good fifteen seconds before Venkman sighs and says:
“Ah, yes. Dottie, a fever dream. Yeah, a real sweetheart. So, on the campus.”
“Yes.”
“All those years without, say, borrowing pajamas? Sharing a bed? Cuddling? Sleeping together? All that… hormone- adjacent stuff?”
“You claim to know me, Venkman. Take a guess.”
Thing is, Egon’s stare is much stronger than Peter’s and he doesn’t feel like sharing the details of his private life out loud. There are lots of things they don’t know about each other— and it’s okay, it’s not like you should scrape every little thing out of your bestie’s past. With that in mind, Egon’s silence grinds forever and finally pushes Peter into submission.
“…Alright. Okay, I see what’s going on. I’m not preaching”, Pete sighs, then puts both hands on Egon’s shoulders. “But I’ll name what I see and I see this: the bags under your eyes are gone. Your cheeks are rosy. You fucking smile, Egie. You never smile! So I’m kinda petrified— but hey, who am I to judge. All I’m saying is: think about it. Yeah? Old uncle Pete’s advice. I’ve made many mistakes so that people like you can learn from them.”
“Done?” Egon asks, not even blinking. “Wonderful. Focus now. I need you downstairs in five. The subject is about to wake up. It requires a qualified parapsychologist with a particularly invasive personality.”
"I love you too, honey."
"Five minutes."
Peter blows him a kiss and disappears behind the corner.
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I'd love to see your take on some of the maternity wear you've been posting, maybe something themed like a 80s-90s horror b-movie with someone in an amorphous maternity outfit stretching around an alien or monster-filled tummy
ough this prompt is so good...i went kind of a hyperpreg direction with it..
i am imagining a stereotypical horror movie opening, this character out on a date, maybe at a movie theater? or a drive-in? and has 'a weird dream' about sleeping with an alien or monster...something kind of like the creature in the movie they were watching...when they find out they're pregnant they THINK it's b/c of the date but quickly find out the baby is not human. sorry, babies. and it's a TON of them.
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@wisadom asked: when did you learn how to do that? / akira for owen, about his revival thing
❛ Hah? ❜
You look at them with an unreadable emotion. It is strange to be asked. Though, they are very prone to asking questions. Sometimes it's amusing... other times it's just annoying. Like a bug annoyingly buzzing in your ear, yet at other times it feels like how the birds chirp at you, wanting to talk about nothing of importance. You'd never admit either out loud... you just stare before a smile finally spreads across your face. They want to know how you learned to not die? Well, sure, you can tell them. You can tell them a wonderful story about your life and death. The many deaths you've had.
Maybe it will make them finally stop asking your questions.
❛ What a cruel thing to ask me, Dear master Sage~ Especially when I've told you that I remember nothing of my life. Don't you even feel a little sorry for me? I can see what sort of person you really are. ❜ The words fall out of your mouth without a second thought. You don't think as you speak, you just do. Whatever you think may be just a bit cutting. Not so deep that someone would instantly run away, by enough that they start to dread your next words. ❛ But, since you asked about this... I can tell you what I do remember. ❜
Maybe they'll be relieved. They can finally learn something new about you, right? Yet you have no plans to make it easy for them as you move in closer, a hand carassassing their chin and tilting their head up slightly.
❛ I was starving, So hungry. So cold, I remember just how powerless I felt in that moment. Alone, dying, helpless. ❜ Your words are barely above a whisper as you speak. ❛ And as if I were cursing myself, I spoke the only thing I remember speaking. "I don't want to die alone"... And it seems the spirits of the north thought that it was so funny that I can't die now~ ❜
You move away from the sage now. Giving them back their personal space as you laugh.
❛ Is that a good enough answer for you~? Do you believe me~? ❜
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Time to drink my now-daily liter of Rhys dropping his towel and Feyre smashing their foreheads to try to kiss him because I love when they’re idiots in love. Also if you take requests I request Rhys calling her baby in every Feysand thing you write going forward even if it doesn’t make sense because this instance rewired my brain. Haha just kidding. Unless?
But for real I love that Drabble and thank you for being willing to write those drabbles they’ve brought me such joy :,) Hope you are well.
ACOTAR rewrite "Hello Feyre, baby."
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First celebrity, outfit, quote and aesthetic pic on your pinterest is your vibe -
- tagged by @il-antieroe ♡♡♡
- tagging @lyricstoojesus @r1ghtwhereyouleftme and @bftaylr
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