You know who I'm choosing for the character bing (it's Raven ofc)
of course tumblr user ravensraven
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Blue Sargent hours
Also my commissions are still open if anyone was interested uwu
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gansey parents were not only republican but also insane cause if i was dirty rich and had an adorable son with silly gay little hyperfixations who also happen to have a severe case of death from bees we’d be moving so far from nature you can’t even imagine. like id make sure the downtown area we are living in is so bad the last butterfly died in 1936.
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Lenore: Annabel!! STOP THAT!
Annabel: What? I’m only stiming, pet?
Lenore: YEAH? WELL, STIM WITH OUT YOUR HAND ON MY TITS-
Annabel: …. Seems a little ableist but, ok.
Lenore: DON’T YOU START.
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Petition for Aabria Iyengar to get some fucking
Chill
Listening to Worlds Beyond Number - Suvi ruining me as this child thrust out of innocence by war and violence, reunited with childhood friends and they can't seem to grasp how she has changed. The young girl who spent hours chasing a magical chicken, kneels down in the dark and the storm to slit a woman's throat.
Watching The Ravening War as Karna, my beloved chili pepper, gets caught up on war as the inheritor of a spymaster's legacy. She is still a child, who in her own words is used to being treated as dispensable. Why was she not allowed to live as a child? Will she be made a hero and a martyr, or a symbol of resistance - will they forget that she was just a kid.
I can't help but think of Murphy from Naddpod (C1e97).
"The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honour. What an injustice. "
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got inspired by the gamer girl annabel modern au headcanons
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Beloved Prefect of NRC
Click.
Clack.
Up the step one goes.
Grunts of pain and disbelief heard.
Such relishing sounds.
In this one’s ears.
Tears streaming.
Bleeding in a pool of blood.
Horns broken.
A scarred eye.
My oh my, how the tables have turned.
For who could have seen you coming?
The truest villain amongst them all?
Maybe if you had held your hand out to them as they have held yours?
This wouldn’t have happened.
But it’s too late for regrets now, dearly beloveds.
For the true villain is here.
The most Beloved Prefect of NRC
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