#thank you very kindly as always dearest friend

[ladyfocalors]

Good morning, Focalors-sama, I'm here with my second? request. Please kindly consider this Lyney (yes, I'm also down hard for this Pyro man) request: Your former best friend always had the habit of stealing your boyfriends. Now, she has her eyes set on destroying your relationship with Lyney.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

pairing: lyney x fem!reader

warning: homewrecking behaviour by ex-bestie, liar (ex-bestie), ooc, not proofread!

note: protective reader agenda, she is mad and lyney thinks it's hot, fluff, ex-bestie stands no chance, lyney is sweet,

Thank you @sailorstar9 for the request! This time this writing is not a product of my sleep deprivation. So hopefully it's better than the last one and I hope it's up to your standards. Take care :D

word count: 1.4k

On stage Lyney is referred to as the Greatest Magician, rightfully so as well. You have said that to him many times and so has others. Off stage, he is described as a caring brother, reliable friend and a loyal and charming boyfriend. Of course this description was again, by you as well. He seems to hold your words very dear to his heart.

Lynette had once commented, They are both lovesick, that’s why I don’t watch them, gesturing to both of you. Lyney had found himself agreeing with her comment. Although he was the more forward one with his advances and words, you were loud with your small actions, not words. He had no doubt that you loved him as much as he loved you.

So, never would he even imagine to be disloyal to you. Never.

“Do I know you?” he asked the girl who was clearly throwing advances at him.

The girl, with a smile that barely reached her eyes, responded, "Oh, has [Y/n] not told you, Lyney? I am her dearest friend!”

Lyney furrowed his brows in confusion. This encounter felt like an unexpected disruption to the routine he was accustomed to. He tried to dismiss the girl with his smile and a subtle step backward.

The girl wasn’t deterred, her eyes gleamed and her moves looked calculated.

“Well, she probably forgot to mention me. You know how it is, she and her secrets. Shame she still hides things from you as well,” she continued, her voice laced with sugary-sweetness and it almost seemed rehearsed. “I am Marianne. Your lovely girlfriend and I used to be best friends.”

Lyney felt uneasy but didn’t show it. He recalled the name Marianne from your previous conversations — all the vague mentions of that name always tinged with a hint of anger and sadness. Something must have gone wrong between you two but he never pushed you despite his curiosity.

Something about her felt off as well and she seemed awfully too close to him. It was also a odd place to meet at as well, nobody was allowed in to the backstage.

“I just wanted to say, even if she is my dear friend she has her problems and I wouldn’t want a charming man like you to suffer,” she said with a seemingly upset expression. “Let’s just say, she has a interesting dating history.”

Lyney quickly caught on to what exactly was going on. This girl didn’t care about you, no, she was here to try and sabotage his relationship with you. But he was intrigued, he was curious on how long would she act this out.

"Interesting dating history, you say?" he replied, his voice carrying a subtle edge. "Well, we all have our pasts. What's your point here?"

Marianne chuckled, her eyes narrowing as she sized him up. "Oh, Lyney, don't be so naive. I'm just looking out for you. After all, I've seen [Y/n] ruin relationships before, and I wouldn't want you to become her latest victim.”

“Her previous relationships have crumbled due to her overly ambitious dreams and prioritise her career over her love. Also, I shouldn’t be telling you this but she has a history of playing around with people’s feelings.”

Lyney's jaw tightened, sensing the toxicity behind her words. He couldn't let this continue, not when it threatened the trust he and you had built. He would never understand why someone would go out their way to sabotage someone’s relationship by spreading such vile misinformation, but he didn’t need to understand, he just had to stand up for you.

"I appreciate your concern, but I trust [Y/n]," he cut her off, his tone unwavering. "If there are issues, we'll work through them together. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a show to prepare for."

But her determination didn’t waver, she tried to stop him from leaving. “I just thought you should know the truth. Please hear me out”

Meanwhile, you were preparing for the show. A technician handed you a prop, and as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of Lyney engaged in conversation with a girl that looked familiar. You had to double take to make sure that what you were seeing was right. Your mood soured in an instant and anger bubbled over you.

What is she doing here? How does she even know about Lyney?

Hastily and somewhat aggressively putting the prop back into the hands of the confused technician, you walked towards them.

“What are you doing here?” your tone was low and cold. You put on a blank face, staring into her eyes, well more like into her soul from her perspective. Lyney and her were surprised by your sudden appearance.

“Oh, [Y/n]! My bestie,” her smile faltered a bit but she still continued with her act. “It’s good to-”

“Don’t ‘bestie’ me,” you cut her off with a frown. “You don’t get to refer me as that.”

This was truly a sight to behold. Lyney has never in his life saw you this upset and he swooned the way you immediately held his hand and stood in front of him as if like a shield protecting him. But now was not the time for that. He can save the swooning for later.

“What are you doing here, Marianne? Trying to play one of your games again?” you sighed this time, dropped your sharp gaze.

Marianne's smile wavered further, and she glanced nervously at Lyney, who was busy looking at you, not at her. She tried to regain control of the situation.

"[Y/n], I just wanted to warn Lyney. You have a history, and I didn't want him to be blindsided and heartbroken," she said, feigning innocence, as if she wasn’t responsible for your previous failed relationships.

You scoffed, your disbelief very evident. "Warn him? More like try to poison his mind against me. We're perfectly fine, and we don't need your interference."

Marianne's eyes flickered with annoyance, dropping her act, and she took a step closer, lowering her voice. "You always had a way of making things about you, didn't you? But fine, play the victim. Just remember, I tried to help."

She threw the last words towards Lyney who didn’t look amused at all, his expression different than what he would put up for his shows. She looked a bit unnerved seeing his expression.

You were visibly irritated and frustrated, ready to throw some insults at her but thankfully Lyney stepped in to diffuse the atmosphere.

“I believe we have heard enough from you,” he said stepping in. “I believe you are not part of the backstage crew, so I would advise you to leave as soon as possible.”

Marianne opened her mouth to retort, but Lyney swiftly cut in, "If you have any complaints about the magic show, kindly direct them to the complaint box. Otherwise, please leave. Your presence is causing distress to my girlfriend, and that's not something I take lightly.”

Marianne, was reluctant, glanced once more at Lyney and then at you. The intensity of your gaze seemed to convey a string of colourful words you wished to say loudly. And then, with a huff, she turned on her heel, making her way out of the backstage area.

“Who does she think she is?” you scoff after she leaves. “Waltzing in as if she owns the place and then trying to take you from me. The audacity!”

“All she said was nonsense, okay?" you continued. "I mean, talking about my 'interesting dating history' and trying to paint me as the villain? She's got some nerve considering her history. And did you see her trying to play the concerned friend act? It's like she's reading from a terribly written script."

Lyney chuckled, thoroughly amused by your rant, but he knew it was time to bring a halt to it otherwise you won’t stop. So, he decided to stop with a gesture that spoke louder than words. He quickly pressed his lips onto yours, a gentle yet firm kiss that silenced the flow of words from your frustration. The warmth of the kiss felt nice, erasing the bitter words from your mouth.

“Easy there,” Lyney said. “She was just trying to get on your nerves. I personally think you should be focused on me more. I need some kisses to make up for the torture of having to listen to her ridiculous plot.”

You rolled your eyes but a smile threatened to form on your face. “And you are back to normal again,” you huffed. “I don’t want to hear about your kisses for therapy agenda again.”

“Oh, come on-”

“Oh, shush! Save your charm for the stage,” you said placing your palm against his mouth. “Let’s focus on the show, idiot. I can’t stall around anymore.”

Lyney grinned at your words. He was satisfied knowing that he successfully got you to smile again. He gently kissed your hand and let it go. He was satisfied with this.

© ladyfocalors

#𐙚 : genshin boys #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact #fontaine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney

[searchingforakeythatdoesntexist]

Day 10: “After my Turtledove!Aziraphale... Meet the Ineffable Birds!” – Good Omens

While we were talking about this dear Turtledove!Aziraphale, one of my followers @ineffablebirds, mentioned that they would have like to see Crowley as a black-billed magpie… the idea kept running a looong way through my head. So… here is a little gift, my friend! :-D

Meet Magpie!Crowley !

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Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours instead of 8-20 on my previous projects (2 hours for each of these sketches! I had a lot of free time this day :-p)

Today's theme chosen by me: So, of course Crowley is linked to the crow – and even more so since his little trick in the Job minisode, and the headcanon (?) about how he chose to change Crawly in “Crowley” in remembrance of this first adventure / collaboration with Aziraphale.

Buuut, Aziraphale is often associated with a dove (white hair, purity, Heaven and so on) and yet, yours truly decided that the turtledove was more appropriated (It happened right here!)

So why stop there ?

My reasons? Even if the crow is indeed very classy and matches well with Crowley, the Magpie does too. A specie said to be intelligent and altruistic, a signature chattering that is easily worth Crowley’s sniggering, and some touches of white in its plumage which furiously remind me of our demon’s not so dark alignment…

And then there is this old tale about how the magpies like to steal everything that shines. Between Crowley’s often showy getups and the fact that he did climbed the bloody Eden’s wall to capture the attention of the most luminous of all the angels, I don’t really know what more to say :-p

Upcoming Very soon, my human Turtledove!Aziraphale ! (Edit: he's here! link!)

(And a big, big THANK YOU to my dearest @malohkeh-main who always kindly translate my babblerings!)

#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #Aziracrow #Ineffable husbands #Ineffable lovers #Ineffable dumbasses #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #ElenPersonnalChallenge #Ineffable Birds #Magpie!Crowley #Turtledove!Aziraphale #ElenthyaGallery

[theold-ultraviolence]

*chanting*

Valentine's day ficlet fest!

Valentine's day ficlet fest!

Hi friend!

I was wondering if you could write a smutty Aemond fic with the plot of either Secret admirers Or love confession, to Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode (great music selection btw!).

P.S. thank you for doing this. V-day usually makes me sad, but I’m really looking forward to this ♥️♥️

Words Are Very Uneccessary • Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary:Your dearest friend has always been quiet, but never with you...unless he was in pain. NSFW Warning: there is nothing explicit and sex is only alluded to but to be on the safe side: allusion to public sex and cheating (?) not on Aemond though.  // Song prompt: Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode + vday prompts: love confessions, secret admirers.  •2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Words like violence

Break the silence

Leading up to the spring dance, Aemond had been inexplicably silent with you all week. 

Your dearest friend has always been quiet, but never with you – unless he was in pain, or merely preferred to communicate with you through timid gestures and faint touches. 

Now, you kindly excuse yourself from the arms of the young lord that was to become your betrothed and with whom you’d been dancing all evening, heading straight to Aemond’s own sanctuary within the walls of the Red Keep. 

Come crashing in

Into my little world

You find him hidden among stacks of books, sat by the fire in the library. The room is so quiet that the sound of your heels seem to resound way louder than the actual strength of your step. 

His profile looks sharper, highlighted by the auburn color of the flames – its cracking sound more audible than normal, even more so than your beating heart. 

You don’t utter a single vowel, for fear of crashing into his little world, slicing through his safe haven of silence with words sharper than Aemond’s own blade. 

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Either he isn’t aware of your existence or he’s ignoring you, but it hurts just the same. Feels like your heart is breaking agonizingly slow, cracking loudly piece by piece, seconds from shattering to the ground with a deafening clang. 

You gather up your courage and finally speak. 

“Aemond?” 

Still, his eye remains glued to his book – not even humming in acknowledgement. 

Finally you decide to end this game, striding to him and closing the book on his lap – Aemond immediately rises to his feet with flaring nostrils and a murderous gaze, mere inches from your face. 

Only you’re not scared of him.

You stand your ground, lifting your head high and matching the potency of his gaze. 

“What is it!?” you demand. “Why haven’t you spoken to me all week? What have I done to you, Aemond!?” 

Your words come out like vicious growls you hadn’t intended, and upon seeing his lips quiver, you tentatively rest your palm on the unscarred side of his face.

“My dearest friend, why won’t you talk to me?” 

He looks down for an eternal moment, with furrowed brows and forced inhales of breath, before he gives in. 

“You’re betrothed now. It’s too late.” He shakes his head, placing his hand atop yours where it rests on his cheek, before moving to place a timid kiss along the deep love lines of your palm. 

“It’s not.” You whisper. “Not yet. No vows have been spoken yet. And even so…”

You gather his hands in yours, giving them a tight squeeze before leaving them to frame his face instead, and lean closer to where the tips of your noses almost touch.  

“Vows are spoken to be broken…it is you that I want, Aemond. It is you whom I love.” 

You wrap your arms around him, fully leaning your body against him and walking him backwards until his shoulders are cushioned against a stack of books. His arms envelop you tightly, hands getting itchy and anxious to grip your skin.

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms…” You whisper right into his ear.

He flips your bodies over so that you're now supported by the bookshelf, hiking up your legs, prompting you to snake around him – cling to him as he gathers up the skirt of your dress to grind against your core in a desperate plea for you to see how much you affect him. 

How much he wants you.

For you to understand, without the need to talk. That while his feelings are intense, words are trivial to describe them.

So intense, he’ll gladly face the wrath of the Seven. He’ll dare become a sacrilegious man if that’s what it takes for you to see that words are unneccessary to express what you incite in him.

Neither speak, save for the language of his hard thrusts, deep inside of you in a frantic pace; your sighs and moans, like confession between the two of you. Silence has never been this loud and rapturous. 

And tomorrow you might worry about the consequences, but for now, words can only do harm. Except for Aemond’s last exhale after reaching his peak, as it drips down your leg like a sealing of fate. 

He breaks the silence by quietly echoing your own words back to you, 

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms.” 

A/N: Besties!!! thank you so much for requesting this!! (also the gif usage is TOP TIER lol). I wish you a happy valentine's day, and sending you lots of hugs in thanks for participating in my ficlet fest! hope this was worth the wait, x

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #reader insert #fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #vday ficlet fest #my writing

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Survival/Wilderness Fic & Hair Brushing/Braiding

Happy New Year everyone! It's me, same as yesterday, no rest for the wicked!

@fellowshipofthefics is back with a new monthly event...so here I am <3

Thank you kindly to @cilil for always indulging me <3

Prompts: Survival/Wilderness Fic & Hair Brushing/Braiding

Pairing: Aiwendil x Curumo

Requester: @cilil, my beloved

Words: 1 100

Warnings: sexual innuendo, tension

At first, Aiwendil didn’t want to say anything—he was so happy and proud that Curumo had agreed to accompany him on a foraging expedition that he was afraid that any criticism he might have expressed regarding the outfit and general demeanour of his friend would only end up dismaying the prideful Maia.

Even worse, Curumo could decide that this whole enterprise was too silly for him and return home to his forge and hardy companions, leaving Aiwendil heartbroken and alone.

Usually, Yavanna’s devoted, soft-spoken Maia would not have thought of himself either as a coward or as a disingenuous creature, but—when it came to Curumo—he had to admit that many of his best resolutions and most solid moral principles were insidiously amended and corrupted by the overwhelming desire to please and impress one so accomplished and masterful in his own right.

As they made their way through an increasingly dense patch of wild underbrush, though, Aiwendil’s soft, compassionate heart was no longer able to bear the muted grunts of discomfort and pain his diligent companion uttered time and again.

“Dearest,” he said very softly, lifting a tender hand to express his benevolence and controlling his face to erase even the last vestige of patronising indulgence. “I should have warned you that it would not be an easy trek—forgive me for being so thoughtless!”

Turning around to Curumo, he caught sight of a multi-coloured array of twigs and leaves, deeply enmeshed in the silken strands of his fellow’s unbound hair. Indeed, Aiwendil could retrace their whole path by analysing the entangled layers of greenery and nought else.

“I’m quite all right,” Curumo declared haughtily, but—in a moment of weakness and vanity—he tried nevertheless to extirpate a particularly pesky branch that was dangling mockingly from a lock falling messily into his dour face. “There is no need to change anything to your habits on my account!”

“I am not,” Aiwendil cried immediately, waving his sensitive, soft hands to and fro. “Nevertheless, allow me to take care of your beautiful hair."

Curumo’s face froze into a mask of unequivocal vexation.

“We’re halfway there, and the weather will hold. Surely, you would not deny me a break? Remember, unlike you, I am not used to strenuous physical exertion,” Aiwendil cooed and started moving again, leading his beloved friend, for whom he harboured the most tender, vulnerable, and laughably hopeful affection, to a sunny clearing within a ring of benevolent old growths.

Uttering a deep sigh of feigned fatigue, he let himself drop to the soft grass and looked up at Curumo expectantly. “Join me, please!”

“If you so say so,” Curumo muttered under his breath—his face was high in colour, and Aiwendil would have loved to know whether it had been his offer or the tiring trek through the foliage that had painted that stern, angular visage such a gorgeous shade of sunset pink.

It was not customary for Maiar of different vocations to touch one another in so intimate a fashion if there was no immediate, pressing need for such an intervention, and they were both painfully aware of that fact when Curumo wordlessly slotted himself between the other’s spread thighs.

His back was straight and tense, and his long-fingered, skilled hands were folded neatly in his lap as he waited for the unspeakable to happen.

Overhead, a few birds chirped their alarm.

“You have such a beautiful voice,” Aiwendil whispered into Curumo’s ear. “Compelling, mighty, enchanting—would it be too impertinent of me to ask for a song? My friends are surprised to find you here, and they would certainly love to hear you sing.”

Unseen—for he still had his back resolutely turned to those soft, pleading eyes—Curumo gave a low grunt of annoyance; he was hardly the kind of being who easily countermanded his dignity by warbling to foolish, feathered creatures.

Before he could make his refusal known, though, warm fingers slid into the hopelessly knotted strands of his hair. With the skill and delicacy of a small critter foraging for berries, Aiwendil had begun the arduous task of freeing Curumo’s head from the manyfold mementoes of their forest walk.

The silence—only disturbed by the demanding chatter of the birds and the muted rustle of discarded greenery—soon became unbearable, so Curumo resigned himself to his unseemly fate of serenading the avian inhabitants of the idyllic meadow while his most cherished friend carded his diligent digits through his messy hair.

Every time Aiwendil’s blunt nails raked across his scalp, Curumo’s harmony faltered a little as he had to bite down a visceral moan of pleasure and illicit greed—Aiwendil, he thought, was far too seductive for his own good.

No doubt, the little fellow thought of himself as being a good, helpful friend even as Curumo battled the least amicably pure thoughts he had ever conceived.

“Will you permit me to braid your hair?” Aiwendil asked, a little breathlessly, when he had finally finished fishing out the last debris. Curumo’s hair ran like a magical waterfall—warm but dry—across his palms, and his heart broke at the mere thought of having to let those smooth locks fall to bony shoulders never to be touched again.

“Braid?” Curumo mused aloud, astonished and discombobulated. He had always admired the intricate hairdos Mairon favoured, and—admitting that Aiwendil probably knew best what lay ahead of them yet—he ultimately agreed.

“I think we’ll take the scenic view,” Aiwendil babbled as he started plaiting with calm, rhythmical efficiency. “It will take a little longer, but at least the path is wide and mostly clear.”

“Thank you,” Curumo croaked throatily. “I think I’d like that. How did you enjoy my performance then?”

He was desperate to distract both of them from the heat flaring in his cheeks and gnawing on his insides.

“I loved it,” Aiwendil admitted with unashamed enthusiasm. “It was beautiful, as everything else about you. There—I am done. If I may say so myself, this is quite a successful tress.”

Fingering the thick braid falling over his shoulder now, Curumo smiled to himself. His hair smelled like verdant plants and wildflowers, and he would relish the scent for as long as he could.

Reconciled and merry, they took up their wandering once more.

“Oh, I just remembered,” Aiwendil then said when they reached a plateau, overlooking the vast valley at their feet. “We’ll soon pass a hot spring…Do you care to take a bath to soothe those sore muscles?”

Curumo pondered an instant. “Will you redo my braid after?” he grinned.

@fellowshipofthefics Here's the first one. 01/01/2024 - I am punctual!

Lots of love from me!

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#og post #FOTFICS January #FOTFICS 2024 #January Trope Roulette #2024 #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #Curuwendil #Aiwendil #Curumo #Saruman #Radagast #Survival/Wilderness AU #Hair Brushing/Braiding

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

i really adore your hcs with lance so can i ask for some hcs with him as a spouse :) thank you kindly

Hey hey 👋 Sure thing, I still have a couple of headcanon ideas for our pink-haired gallant adventurer. Thanks for your kind words! Enjoy 😊

Lance will still write letters to the Farmer when he is away from home for more than one day (Guild business or Castle Village). And it's not even that he has not mastered advanced technologies very well, like his dearest spouse. Just exchanging letters with each other adds charm and romance to the lives of both, and if the Farmer also really likes it, then the adventurer will continue to write letters about how his day away from home was. In the future, he and the Farmer will sit by the fireplace at home, reread all the saved letters over a mug of hot tea, laugh and fondly remember this funny impulse of knightly romance.

It's pretty obvious that Farmer and Lance are a power couple among friends and co-workers. And Lance will not miss a single opportunity to praise the Farmer for their intelligence, fighting qualities and mastery of magic. He also smiles every time his spouse proves their skills to those people who think that Lance praises the Farmer just because they are his partner. Lance is never gloating by nature, but he always has a smirk on his face when his handsome Farmer kicks some upstart's ass. Also proudly tells the others that "that's my spouse!"

He is serious about the Farmer's health, so if Lance finds out that the Farmer has been injured or caught a cold and hard work on the farm is contraindicated at the moment, then he will be adamant - his partner will rest and take medicine. Period. Also, he will NOT give his spouse special elixirs for instant recovery instead of regular medicines, because he knows what they consist of and what side effects can be. They were generally created in case when an adventurer urgently needs to recover and go on a mission, but many began to abuse this potion, which affected their health. So Lance will prefer the good old medicine, even if the Farmer acted up about it. Moreover, they also need to rest sometimes, therefore, in addition to taking medicine, various healthy sweets, hot teas, a warm blanket and hugs are provided to the Farmer.

#thanks for asking! #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve headcanons #sve lance #stardew valley #sdv

[fictionkinfessions]

I've discovered I've had this kin for... a very very long time. And now everything makes sense, but I haven't seen any svds kins in forever, it seems.. I feel like I missed my chance to ever meet my friends again. Let alone my family. (Though, they were all my family, in all honesty).

Mr. Meliodas, thank you for being an amazing comrade and friend. And for being there for my sister. I know nothing could stop you from caring for her, but I still want to thank you. I hope this reincarnation is kind to you, and that you're safe and happy.

Zeldris... I miss you. Ban said he'd kick your ass if you ever broke another promise to me, remember? So... please stay safe. If only to avoid that. I miss you so much, and I hope you're okay. I hope you're able to openly be kind in this life, and that your cooking is just as horrible/lh. Though, maybe it'd be best if your cooking was better this time, since I can't be there for you to make better food.

Elizabeth, my awesome sister.. I can't believe we keep being separated /lh. I hope you're safe, and have people around you to keep you happy and protected. Your brother misses you, and thinks of you often. Do you still have your earring? I'm thinking of getting one. Though, I'm not sure if I'd be able to find a green one. It'd be nice if I could, wouldn't it? Then we'd be together again in that small way... I hope this life is full of amazing things, and that you're doing okay. I hope someone is there to look after you in my stead.

Ban... man, where do I begin. You were an amazing friend, and I considered you a brother. You were always there for me, and your support meant the world to me, even now. You taught me how to cook, and trained with me... and even though you didn't trust Zeldris, you trusted me enough to give him a chance. You're so cool, lol. I miss you, Ban. I hope humans are treating you better this time. If not I'll kick their ass, okay? It's about time I protected you for once /lh. And don't worry about Elaine, okay? I'm sure she's doing great, and you two will be reunited again. You always find each other, and I know you'll find each other again.

To the other sins, my dearest friends... If you're out there, I hope you know how deeply I miss you all. How much I miss being on the road with you, and all the nights we spent laughing at the Boars Hat. Have you found each other again, I wonder? Are you happy? I hope so. From the bottom of my heart, I truly hope so. Maybe one day we'll all find each other again, and we can spend even just one night together, just like we used to. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? I hope this life is treating you all kindly, and that you're safe and surrounded by wonderful people. It's what you all deserve.

To my father, and my older sisters... I hope you're okay. It hurts to know I may not see you again, but I'm staying hopeful. I miss our dinners in the castle when we got reunited. Everything felt so perfect, and I was so happy to be with my family again, and to see you were all safe.. I hope you're still safe, in this life. I have no idea if you're out there, or if you remember me, but either way I'll always hope for your happiness. I miss you.

- Finnian Liones #🌙✨

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#🌙✨ #finnianlioneskin #mod party cat #fictionkin #fictionkinfessions #chara love #nanatsunotaizaikin #fourknightsoftheapocalypsekin #thank you!

[pedropascalsx]

Happy birthday week, @radiowallet!

Posting this early because quite frankly one day isn’t long enough to celebrate the wonder that is you.

I just wanted to take a few moments to wish you a very Happy Birthday for the 17th and thank you for being such a beacon of light in this fandom.

You give out love and support to so many so freely, and expect nothing in return and we are so lucky to have someone with a heart of kind as yours here with us.

On top of your genuine kindness you have the most phenomenal writing talent and you bless us with so many of your stories and I know that so many, myself included, are so grateful to have discovered you and your brilliant mind through your writing.

Thank you so much for everything you do, thank you so much for being here and most of all; thank you for being you.

And now I just want to take a second to share all of your wonderful work.

@radiowallet | @catepagewrites​ | Masterlist | AO3

We love you so much and a few of your friends have kindly sent in some messages to wish you the happiest of birthdays which I have posted underneath this cut.

Most darling Cat,

Your birthday merits celebrations of the highest order, so I hope you take some time this week to honor the wonderful person that you are. Your incredible talents, your brilliant wit, and your observant insights are just a few of the things I’ve come to appreciate about you so, so much. Most of all, I’m so happy to have your friendship. Whether it’s talking ourselves through long, thankless days at work, worldbuilding within our DMs, or sending each other silly TikToks, my days are infinitely better with you in them. Here’s to another trip around the sun—let’s make it a good one!

Happy Birthday!

All my love,

Jess - @jazzelsaur

"Happy birthday to the best Cat of ''em all, you're the greatest friend a clown can ask for, and I hope you have the best day, month and year because nobody deserves it more.  Love CiCi"

CiCi - @astroboots

cat ❤️

happiest of birthdays to you. you truly are one of the brightest lights in my life. thank you for your support and love and kindness and of course your willingness to whore around whenever. I love you

❤️

Kirby - @write-and-buried

“Dearest Cat, Thank you for always being such a warm and supportive presence! You are truly such a bright spot and I am so happy that you were born. Wishing you a year of wonderful things ahead. Happy birthday!! Love, Ren”

Ren - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Happy birthday, Cat! I am so endlessly proud of you and your talent. Have a lovely day 💚💚💚

Maia - @honestly-shite

Happiest of birthdays, Cat! Your writing has meant a great deal to so many people, myself included. PWC was one of the first stories I really got into when I joined the fandom. It is so inspiring to see someone so dedicated to storytelling and writing characters who are beautifully flawed. I hope that you have a relaxing celebration surrounded by those you love, and know that all of your internet friends wish they could be there as well!

Laura - @lowlights

“Happiest of happy birthdays to one of the most talented writers I’ve gotten the chance to know. Every story, new and old, speaks so clearly to me, and each time I get to dive in I know I’m in for a treat. Thank you for sharing your immense talent and for being a kind, thoughtful person in our fandom! Enjoy your day!”

LJ - @prolix-yuy

Happy birthday to my Catigail! You are not only incredibly talented but a sweet friend and support! I am so glad our paths crossed in this wild fandom! 💚hazel

Hazel - @grogusmom

Happy birthday, Cat! I love you and I love your kind and brilliant mind. Love Penny.

Penny - @whataperfectwasteoftime

“Cat my love, my pumpkin wife!! Your friendship means the literal world to me and I’m so so happy to be one of many people wishing you the very happiest of birthdays. You are an incredible writer and an amazing friend, and I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you very much!! I hope you have the best day!”

Emma - @magpie-to-the-morning

Happy Happy Birthday, Cat!

I've loved following you on your writing journey. You're so talented and I look forward to reading more of your work in 2023. XOXO Charnie

Charnie - @charnelhouse

"Happy birthday Cat! I don’t say this enough but you’re one of the kindest, most talented people I know and you inspire me daily. I’m so happy that we’ve met and I hope you have the best birthday ever! ❤️🍾"

Sil - @psychedelic-ink

Happy Birthday Cat!!! You’re one of my most favorite people here and I feel so honored to be able to call you a friend. You’ve always been immensely supportive and kind towards everyone, and seeing you on my dash every day truly is so lovely. On top of being one of the kindest people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, you are undoubtedly one of those most creative and talented as well. Reading your fics is always a pleasure and a masterclass in writing all in one. Thank you so much for sharing your works and your presence with us all. I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Miranda - @pennyserenade

Tell her a secret admirer in Austin loooooooooves Funny Girl! 💖💜💖

"Happiest of birthdays to you, Cat! I hope it comes with all the love, all the fun, all the joy that you bring to my life and to the many many people here on Tumblr that love you just like I do. You're an incredible friend, a huge inspiration, and if I could I would hire Pedro to hide in cake for you!"

Kelly - @chaoticgeminate

Cat,

I hope you have the most wonderful birthday! I have to tell you that you are amazing. A wonderfully talented addition to our little fandom and it makes me grin every time I see your posts roll across my dash. ❤️❤️❤️

Keri - @absurdthirst

If Cat were a cat she’d be my kind of cat, bright and purring and playful, a nice kind of cat. She’d wake me in the morning with a pat of her paw and sleep in the sunshine along the north wall. But Cat’s not a cat, she’s a wonderful pal, sweet and supportive, full of talent et al. Sometimes she’s sad, and of course that’s okay, we all have our feelings and our very bad days. But mostly she writes like her heart is on fire, tales of heroes and lovers and things poorly wired. I get lost in her moments and wander her tales, I often feel that next to her my writing pales. But how can one hold one art next to another? Cat is unique—writer, author, and mother. The way that her stories can stir up the feels, I make her my queen, to this Cat I kneel. Please all raise a glass to our Cat, birthday queen! The loveliest, kindest, most amusing and brilliant, balanced and giving Cat I’ve ever seen. <3

Adira - @oonajaeadira​ 

Happiest of birthdays Cat! If you asked me, you have no business being so sweet, so kind and so talented all at once. I hope you have the most amazing day and a wonderful Christmas ❤️

Cee - @fuckyeahdindjarin​ 

"Dear wonderful Cat, thankyou for being such a lovely pal and an a+ human. Lots of love, Kitty xx"

Kitty - @yespolkadotkitty​

Cat!! I hope you have the very best of birthdays! Seeing you on my dash never fails to put a smile on my face, and it has been a true honor to watch your writing grow and flourish over the last year and a half that I’ve been following you. Thank you for sharing your work with us, and thank you for being the wonderful person you are💗

Ash - @mandoblowmybackout​

[lumi-procrastinate]

Quiet Chatterbox - a helory fluff

For as long as he could remember, not that many people handled Memory's densely talkative attitude well. He can go on for hours just talking about things that he finds interesting or some random observations that he noticed.

Out of all of the things he said, none of them was ever more than merely trivial matters to his listeners. Despite that, he'll always end any silence with random subjects that he could think of. That is until someone decided to shut him up.

One of the very few people that could tolerate him is Helian. For every subject that Memory brought into the conversation, Helian would always listen attentively. He's the type of person you wouldn't see talking much. Some would argue that he's cold and reserved, but Memory could never view him that way. Why would he? He's one of the dearest friends that he could ever wish for.

Little canary - that's the nickname Helian gave to him. It's one of the many things that he liked about Helian; the fact that he's able to treat him so kindly, without underestimating him in the slightest. Generally, canaries don't speak, but they sing as much as Memory would when he's talking. Which usually would be true, until...

The two have been walking together through a meadow for the past ten minutes for their hangout. Usually, Memory would dump any information that he could think about. But this time, their walk is only accompanied by the serene sound of nature as breezes of spring gust all around them.

"Hey, little canary–" Helian spoke, finally breaking the silence "-is everything alright?"

Memory was confounded, the amount of time when Helian would start a conversation could be counted on the fingers of one hand. It made him feel somewhat honoured.

"Why of course it is, I get to hang out with you today, what could be better than that?" He smiled radiantly, hopping ever so nonchalantly after answering the question.

Helian looked away, trying to hide his flustered face upon hearing his answer.

"I-it's just that," he added, fidgeting with his clothes, "you're just usually not this quiet before, s-so I'm kind of worried."

Memory's smile widens instantly, and he giggles as he gets closer to hug him.

"Awwww thank you for worrying hely." He looked up at him with an endearing little grin.

"But there's nothing wrong really because as long as I'm with you, even silence won't be dull," he added with a sincere smile.

Helian beamed in an instant, feeling relieved after hearing Memory's sentiment about him.

Memory himself couldn't help but blush lightly as he sees Helian's smile, his soul would skip a beat or two whenever he does that, and he hasn't figured out why.

Afterwards, they continue their hangout, bonding over books that they read together under the shade of a blooming hawthorn tree.

Fin.

Helian!sans and Underblood by @foxalone

Memory!sans and Memorytale by yours truly

#helian!sans #memory!sans #helian x memory #helory #my writing #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #fluff #this feels so cheesy and sappy akahskajjaka #but that's how you write fluff #right?

[local-vampire-enjoyer]

Have a photo of Astarion biting Fall :D (I need to get more photos) Day 4, Halloween party

Rating: Fluff???? Idk Maybe some slight angst, is there such a thing as an angsttober prompt list? Sister dearest hasn't even opened the Google doc will all the prompts to at least read them, so not beta read. Once again, I was a tired gremlin when I wrote this. Though if anyone has any tips for writing. DM me

Once again spoilers for the ending/Act 3

Male Drow Tav, Charlatan background, Paladin Class, Oath of Vengence.

Fall and Astarion arrive at the noble's house, “Oh by the nine hells… Astarion, love, my favorite biting friend. I remember very clearly stealing from this place about 20 years ago.” Fall refused to take another step towards the house. He remembered the entrance of this place way too well. Maybe he was also trying to get out of talking to people that he wouldn’t be able to relate to in any way. 

“Darling, they are humans. They are up to an age where they forget. I don’t think they’ll recognize you.”Astarion sighed, the moonlight offered a foggy look to the place. 

“Fine, but if I get jailed. I’ll be agitated” Fall sighed as he grabbed Astarion’s arm gently and dragged him into the place. The place was extravagant, like all the places in the upper city, it was just painted with festivities that would fit Feast of the Moon.

Fall moved slightly closer to Astarion when the two of them entered a crowded room. His eyes checked for exits and any possible threats. “There he is! The hero!” An old noble lady smiled brightly coming up to the two elves who were basically the odd ones out due to their history. It was not easy for two traumatized men to go back to life who did not care for them.

“Thank you for inviting us, Lady Vevosk,” Fall remembered the first time he saw the lady, the years treated her kindly it seemed. Fall knew a god or goddess had to be looking out for him since she did not seem to remember Fall from all those years ago. 

“Of course, what type of person would I be if I didn’t invite the man who saved our great city?” Lady Vevosk looked at Fall and then Astarion before clearing her throat. “I hope you two enjoy your time here.”

Fall started to breathe normally once the lady left. “Too late to leave?” Astarion grinned as he looked over at Fall. “This party seems a bit too formal, we could strike some chaos, darling.” 

Fall loved the sound of that, though he did not want the lady’s memory to start working like clockwork again. “Astarion, I would love to do that. But maybe something small… something that the woman would just think she misplaced something.”

—-

Fall would never admit that he is actually having fun at this party. Someone would have to threaten him greatly before he admits it.  The two elves were now strolling in one of the many halls that the place had to offer. “These times were always Nordove’s favorite time to cause chaos.” Fall just randomly spoke out, Nordove was a half-drow that he grew close with. His old partner in crime and he saw her as a little sister. They both had no one before each other met. 

“I would’ve loved to meet her.”

“She would’ve hated you. Especially since how we originally acted around one another.” Fall admitted, Astarion chuckled. When Fall and Astarion first met, Astarion did not like Fall since he tried to disarm him. Fall had a good reason considering the knife was at his neck. “Fair enough.”

“Though, she would’ve grown to like you. You would’ve started to hate her… I hope that her case can see the light one day.” 

Astarion and Fall then arrived on a balcony, it looked over the city that was slowly being rebuilt. The view was something though, the stars shined brightly. Astarion looked over at his drow lover, the pain in his autumn-colored eyes showed how much this small conversation still opened a wound that still had yet to heal. The vampire-spawn thought about what to do for a second and thought of the ways that Fall comforted him.

Fall felt the arm of his lover wrap around his shoulders, then a small gentle kiss on his head. Fall welcomed the comfort as it never really welcomed him. It felt like a small weight was lifted off his shoulders. It was one simple gesture, but it showed how much this night weighed on him. “Thank you.”

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 drow #drow tav #omg lore #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #sleep deprived af #I need to make a list of tags I swear #promptober

[rvchelking]

It's been a while since I've done these, thank you dearest @stacispratt for thinking of me! I was tagged to take a few quizzes (what is your true role in the story and i'll tell you when you get your soft, italicized, "Oh.")

I've done both for my (not so recently) new OCs - the Hill siblings from Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes.

Now, Samantha is a very talented archaelogist and Christopher's younger sister. She's strong and mighty, but she's extremly bad at emotions and everything that goes with them. Her undefined relationship with Jason Kolchek is a true battlefield: they are both stubborn, impulsive and frankly, toxic - but they do make an amazing couple if I say so. Both of them cgange drastically, and when the time comes - they finally talk and discuss everything. The only survivors finally find their peace despite the hell they went through.

the one at the crossroads.

questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

the unrelated moment

you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.

Christopher is a leader, he's been in air force for as long as he remembers and when he becomes a colonel, he knows he has to fight for his only sister, for their dead parents, for Samantha's future and for his team. He sacrifices everything he has so Samantha could live and escape the hell they've discovered - just like any leader would do. The choice is hard to make, but he knows Jason Kolchek would take care of Samantha and he trusts him the most important person in his life. He dies as a hero everyone will remember.

the "chosen one"

back again young one? still not comfortable with your new title? yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you. oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. you did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core. but alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. for they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor. but "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." you, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. but what was your say on the matter? I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. but destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you. but their adoration isn't blind my dear. you are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. when you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. do not run from your purpose, seek it. and I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself. if wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no…

the late-night talk

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy… it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

#oc: samantha hill #oc: christopher hill #thank you so much trin i had so much fun! #ngl i literally cried when i was taking quizzes as Chris because holy fuck...

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Dearest, "Recognizing The Voiceless"...

I thank you deeply, for the opportunity to share my work with you and your readers. I'm simply, just another broken soul, who wishes to share what's left of the tattered remnants within me. I am relatively new to tumblr, and've no followers or friends really. I hope I've not in anyway bothered you. I thank you dearly for sharing me, if you of course choose to. Bless you kindly. Very Sincerely.....  

                      ... Jeff Smith

~~~~~~~~Endless Emotion~~~~~~~~

           Written May 8th, 2022

    #2,079, File# 24-2  Cat# 23-A

              Artwork and Lyrics:

                 Jeff Smith

   **All Rights Reserved (C) 2022**

 

~~~~~~~~ Endless Emotion ~~~~~~~~

How can I stop this pen from bleeding

      when it's all, it seems to know, 

How do I stop my scars from showing

if through my pen their blood so flows,

How can I stop this pain, from hurting

      if there's so much of it to bare,

How can I give, what's left deep in me

if no other souls, whom wish to share,

My words they flow with such an ease

      much like feathers in the wind,

Though every time, they'll always land

deep inside the pain I'm caught within,

It seems that, from when I was a child

       writing was my dearest friend,

It didnt judge me, and always listened

and it helped me ease, the pain within,

Tho' that same pain it's never stopped

       yet my pen, it served me well,

Helped me express my shattered soul

and made some sense of my own hell,

And tho' my words, may flow w/speed

        and w/wisdom from my pain,

Every word I bleed, comes with a cost

In livin' through that pain, yet all again,

My ink's just somethin' that won't stop

         thus, a never ending course,

What some may see as being blessed

is often just a, hurtful, curse like force,

Within these years, and all their tears

        deep and buried in this soul,

To share them bleeding deep and raw

it's really all that's left for me to show,

All these bleeding, bludgeoned words

        bleedin' out upon your page,

Are from all the years living in silence

that all were trapped, deep in my rage,

What should I do to stop my bleeding

        w/a pen, stuck in this heart,

Will it take my death, to be my means

for all the aching pain, and me to part,

Should I just, sever both these hands

        to stop these words of pain,

Because my bleeding, just won't stop

my pen I hold's, my hearts, main vein,

And though I'd made this very choice

        to share my, darkened pain,

So the others know, they aren't alone

within their own cold, blackened rain,

Is it really worth my endless torment

         does anybody, really care,

Or am I seen as just, the circus freak

within his effing pain, alone to share,

Yeah I could write ten million poems

       would it really mean a thing,

If I hadn't tried to touch and love you

deep within your own, unspoken rain,

And as this pen again starts dripping

        within its neverending flow,

There is something that I wish tell ya'

somethin' that I wish for you to know,

That is, these words of, my own pain

       from behind my eyes of blue,

For all you trapped within a darkness

this pain I've bled, bleeds for you too,

Know w/in your pain you're not alone

       tho' your heart I cannot hold,

Still I can touch 'em, as they're beatin'

and I shall move, your precious souls,

And though I've only got these words

      they're bleeding raw devotion,

They are my pain, that just won't stop

within this deep, ...."Endless Emotion"

~~~~~~~~Endless Emotion~~~~~~~~

           Written May 8th, 2022

    #2,079, File# 24-2, Cat# 23-A

              Artwork and Lyrics:

                 Jeff Smith

  **All Rights Reserved (C) 2022**

#poetry #prose #submission

[mccnstruck]

zee!! bubs!! hello hello!

hehe, it's been a WHILE since i last visited you're inbox! feels like home and very nice to chat again! :D

how've you been as of late dear? i hope all has been well and that the past few days have been treating you all the more kindly and lovingly! if not then give this letter to heizou and yanfei, tell them to defend me in court <3 (boutta smack the living shit out the universe's kneecaps /lh /j)

in case the past few days haven't been so kind to you then i am so, so so sorry to hear that dearest <:( here's a virtual hug to hopefully cheer you up and a personally made patch of sakura macaroons! it will be okay bub, you're doing amazing regardless and i am wishing you the best! 🫂

and now a moment of silence for dramatic effect

...YOU'RE OMORI THEME I AM IN LOVE OH MY GOD

listen as an omori lover i absolutely adore and love you're theme it's GORGEOUS I LOVE IT SO MUCH 🥺🤍

i am wishing you the best with everything dear, stay safe and remember to take all the time you need for yourself, okay? love you! mwa mwa! 💗

— much love, yoi.

YOI !!!!! it’s so good to see you !!! it’s been a hot minute (besides the fact i DIDNT EVEN HAVE MY ASKS ON </3) it’s nice to catch up with you (i really should be checking up on you instead!!) how have you been ? i hope everything is going good dear <3

i’ve been tired from work and school,,, but i do have the long weekend so i get to relax :) don’t worry, i’ll have heizou and yanfei on speed dial if i ever need to get you out of court 😌😌

*subtly takes your sakura macaroons* 👀👀 aw thank you for the kind words yoi <333

moment of silence……. are you waiting for something to happen?

there’s like this one tiktok audio where the original voice is rating people based on their likes / mains? it’s hard to explain but one of them he says “you know that one?? let’s be friends” and that was literally me when i saw you liked omori

AHHHH i’m so glad you like it !!! it’s still in works with the tags and the different sections but AHHH im so happy

it’s like that one thing where it goes “hey (with the intention of telling you my literary and character analysis on hit game omori)” /j

i wish you the best as well <333 may the world bless you in favor of your wishes, and if not, may you always find even a small amount of comfort anywhere you go <3

#[ in the heart of the forest ] #[ friend: kazeyu ] #I FINALLY GET TO USE THESE TAGS !1111!!!!

[thirstworldproblemss]

Dearest most beloved 🍑👁️🐏

Happiest of Birthdays to you!! 🥳🎉👯‍♀️

Thank you for another year of absolute nonsense, of waking up in the early days after my dog has stomped around in bed and woken me with smelly farts and I can ran about it with you on my phone while still in bed trying to fall asleep.

Thank you for keeping me company while I try my hardest to stay away into the early hours of dawn, because 💤🚌 simply will not come.

Thank you for being a wonderful friend, person, and virtual sister I could have ever asked for and being a support person in my pocket through what has been a very up and down year, and for being there through the worst and best of it, a presence that made me feel a little bit less lonely and always so much more comforted and happy because I know, as Randy Newman has put it but reverse, I have a friend in you!

I know this year has been -- to put it mildly and PG13 so we do not summon Tumblr moderators -- a shitfest at the best of times. And I'm so grateful to you that through it all you'd still find the time to want to talk nonsense with me whether it's about moonboys, or helicopter dick or peachy asses, or just ranting about daily life and tourist crowds or whatever I am moaning about on the day.

You always put a smile on my face, you always have a perspective that makes me see things a bit more kindly, and you always make me a better, more well adjusted and happier person, and I'm so incredibly grateful to have you.

I love you and despite the lack of showers, I hope you have an amazing day today.

So I have to make this quick bc I am answering in between supervising rounds of archery, but….

Ma’am….. ma’am…. I cannot even with this?!? I Please… have mercy! I’m already tearing up, and the girls are going to start asking what’s wrong if I start full on sobbing into my camp pack over how lovely you are.

I will never ever ever stop screaming about how lucky I am to know you. You’re right that these last couple years have been a wild (sometimes really, really crappy) ride, but even on the crappiest of days (even when we are adding yet another chapter to RF) knowing that I have you in my pocket always makes things a little bit better and brighter.

I love you so.

🧡 your stinky 🤡💖💖💖🤡 sister

#answered asks #birthdays #love parade #astroboots #cici is a joy and a menace #and i love her so even when she makes me cry #🤡💖🤡 #to keep forever

[tex-treasures]

HELLO TEXIE. Since I was invited over to talk to u about my day I will do just that.

My friend Alex got a surprise party thrown for them yesterday, it was emotional and I got to make New Friends and dance!! Which I rarely do cause im very self concious about how I look, But!!! I had fun! And wore these cool thigh highs with a skirt and it made me feel super good about my body. (Having to take them off for school tomorrow is gonna be weeeeird).

And all I can think of is my f/os (specially my f/os from house.of.ashes. the two werewolves from love.death.and.robots. and my MGHO, who are all military men ) being like 👉👈👉👈👉👈 just stunned bcs im!!!so!!!pretty!!! And I look so good, just all these imposing tough as shit men being stunned by a 5'5 latina dancing her own version of merengue and having fun.

Im super happy despite having a long week, cause I feel good about my body, and I had a super fun weekend. And though im dreading tomorrow I hope its gonna be okay, ill need all my strenght for these Next months bcs winter break doesnt start till the last few weeks of july for us;;;. I hope youre doing well and that that injury you got in the kitchen is ok!!! Sending u love

Also!! Its been getting cold as shit in Argentina (I think rn the temperature rn is like 6°C so like 42.8 F, im also writing this before I go to bed) And im hoping once we reach winter we Will have snow!!! It hasnt snowed here since 2006? Or 2005? Im so excited!!! Ill send u pictures of the snow in case it happends! Maybe even a little snowman!

Heres my puppy being a sleepy gal from some weeks ago.

~Nova🌌

My dearest Nova,

Oh my stars I'm so zazzed for you that you made some new friends at your friend's party- I'm so, so proud of you for putting yourself out there to meet new people!!! I'm also zazzed to know you felt confident enough to dance and have fun!!

It's so wonderful to me that you experienced some major body positivity with your frankly awesome sounding shoes, that is FANTASTIC 😍👏🏽!!!!!!! Sobre sus f/os--- órale ¡por supuesto! ¡Eres una sol! You shine so magnificently, especially when you're in your own element and feeling comfortable, your F/Os are so in awe of you and proud of you and they love you!!!

I'll be rooting for you to get through till the end of July- it's... not my favorite month either :') 💔 Let's both try our best to get through it, okay?✨💚✨🧡

Thank you for your well wishes :') I have a little 'c' on my hand from where I accidentally grated it and to make light of the situation, I'm saying the 'c' stands for "Chica,,,, eres clUMSY" 😂

I can't believe it's wintery there that's so wild to me :o I love how diverse our planet is.... here it's hot out virtually all the time- I hope you stay warm and that you get to enjoy some snow ;----;✨🧡❄️!!! I haven't experienced snow since 2017, when I graduated Uni fkjfifkf if you do get snow, I'd love if you tagged me in some pics if you take any!

Thank you kindly for your lovely pupper photo, she is so beautiful ;---;

Here pls have these in exchange- one is a poor quality photo of one of the many exotic lizard species that lives here-- it was blocking me from entering my house bc i didn't want to disturb it 😂 beside that is some aes palm trees :]

Thank you again for reaching out, it's always a pleasure to see you in my Ask box ✨🧡🥺!!!

-Nikki✨💚🍀🤠

#tex talks #tex answers #crowned scoundrel | jerico #again please know im rooting for you!!! #dog tw #injury ment tw

[simpforroses]

To my dearest first friend in this vast Tumblr world;

To the person who first sent me a message on this platform, who kindly built a friendship even if we are miles apart. To the person I could talk ages about Law and will never get tired cause she loves him as much as I do. For the love of the grumpy doctor, the doctor that united us!

Today is your birthday, a year more, a year more of walking through the extents of this world. A world that wakes up every day so happy to have you in it! But you know, the world isn’t the only one happy to have you here… I’m so happy to have you as my friend! Because I know that you will be there, because I know that we could laugh hours and hours and we can also plan the celebration for some “fake god” downfall… 😏😜

I adore you, Michelle. Seriously. And I wish you all the love, all the happiness, all of the good things in this world, today and every day. Cause, my dear, you deserve it!

Happy Birthday, shining star! Bright as beautifully as always, in a dark sky and in a beautiful blue, endless one! 💙

Ps: I was walking through the hospital and Dr. Trafalgar asked me to give you this:

(Dear Lord, Mich… prepare yourself! 😲😳)

Sashi, thank you for the well-wishes & happy birthday!! 🥺😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹🌹I hope everything is going well on your end! 🥺 You were one of my first few friends here and those who have been with me since the beginning will always have a special priority and place in my heart. I am grateful that through the up-and-down experiences on this site that we are still able to be friends, talk, share, and laugh about things, whether it ranges from fandoms or certain revelries involving when Le Reign of Terror finally comes to an end by its own hands 😏 Thank you for sharing your zeal for One Piece with all of us and for making my day all the more brighter 🥺❤️ I appreciate it very much!

Oh, what a romantic note (readies the candles, robes, and leather boots & gloves) 😏❤️🌹🩺 I thank you for delivering this to me, my lovely friend. I, too, happened to tap into another dimension while reviewing the things in the dream world, and I think you should see this @sashi-ya 👀

#birthday #it's my birthday! #sashi-ya #friendship #kindness #appreciation #thank you so much love! #thank you for everything and i am so grateful! #askbox #ask #blessed

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