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#the ol switcheroo
uesp · 5 months
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"Khajiit has gold if you have wares!"
--Fezez
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radishhqueen · 8 months
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chapter 5 – liar liar (redux)
Casey was raised by six different adults; you'd think he'd be used to the intricate web of secrets they kept from him. Somehow it still always catches him off-guard.
Casey Jones Jr is familiar with losing people. He’s familiar with grief. But what is he supposed to do with grief for the death of a person sitting right in front of him?
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rocksanddeadflowers · 9 months
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when I finally started listening to the amazing devil (more than just the song the horror and the wild on loop I mean) i was already sorta hyper fixating on the mechanisms so uuuuhhhh that may have lead to only being able to mentally picture joey batey as gunpowder tim while listening. do with that what you will?
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Wait so you're telling me Daphne and Velma pulled a Chad and Ryan?
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shiftythrifting · 1 year
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American flag eagle thank you for your service playing card deck. This was inside the box of uno cards I thought I was buying
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crucioslut · 3 months
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Narcissa eyed Bellatrix with a wary expression, her otherwise perfect complexion drawn with frown lines as she watched her sister attempt to drink away a stubborn virus that had the sadistic enchantress's throat in a tight knot for weeks now. Narcissa exhaled deeply as thunder clapped in the distance, partly buffered by the marble walls. The sisters were sitting in the soft-lit sitting room, illuminated only by the enormous fireplace and the beams of moonlight pouring in between the curtains. She bit her bottom lip as Bellatrix rested what was now another empty tot of fire whisky down on the coffee table. "Another," She demanded, did not ask. "Bella," Narcissa tried carefully. "I don't doubt your ability to outdrink a platoon of men, but you are still bone-thin from Azkaban, be reasonable. Won't be good to the Dark Lord if you choke in your sleep from alcohol poisoning." Leaning back in her arm chair, she tried to offer her sister an understanding look. Voldemort had told Bellatrix that she could not leave the Malfoy Estate, with or without him until her cough was gone. And it was dangerous to get potions with the ministry now breathing down their neck since her husband's arrest.
There was little that Bellatrix hated more than being sick. Over days the witch had tried everything, but this virus was stubborn and unrelenting, letting her know it intended to run its full course before any recovery would take place. Thankfully, Bella did not become ill often. As it were, her head pounded and her chest rattled with every cough, pointed aristocratic nose cherry red. She felt pathetic and useless, disgusted by the fact such an affliction could render her such a whiny pup. An affliction that would make a couch potato of an every day muggle. And yet, there she was, wrapped in a blanket on the sofa shivering beneath its engulfing warmth.
It had only been a month and a half since Bellatrix had given birth. Because of this, the Dark Lord was still more-or-less excluding his greatest asset from combat, and just when it seemed she may finally get in on the action again, of course. The fucking illness. The whole situation leaving Madame Lestrange absolutely miserable.
Bellatrix turned towards her sister, scowling faintly whilst looking Narcissa dead in the eye and summoning the house elf to fill her up once more. As if to spite her, Bellatrix downed the round of firewhiskey, slamming her glass down.
"Oops. You were saying, Cissy?"
Bella lay down to sprawl her achy bones out over the sofa. "Alcohol is a disinfectant," she muttered, face down into the throw pillow, knowing well that wasn't exactly how it worked.
She twisted around like a cat to face her sister once more. Bella began to laugh, then dissolved into a coughing fit. "You cow. Don't act as if you suddenly care about whether or not I'm useful to the Dark Lord. You've never once supported this. Your involvement goes only as far as your husband's, which isn't far, in fact. He's useless." She hissed her last words as her blood boiled at the thought of Lucius Malfoy currently leading the missions. They'd be doomed.
"It's you isn't it? Hmm, Cissy? Making me ill. So you can keep me around for longer." Bella felt a small smirk tugging at her unusually pale lips while teasing Narcissa. Getting a rise out of her was so entertaining, and the ice blonde made it so easy.
"That's always been the root of your anguish. The Dark Lord taking away everything you love from you.. one by one. Your sister, your husband, and now, your little boy... I sincerely hope for your sake my sweet Cissy, that the poor baby doesn't take after his daddy."
As soon as Bella watched the color drain of Narcissa's face, indicating her emotional response to Bella's words, she moved herself back to create a tiny bit of extra room on the sofa she lay.
"Come, Cissy. Come now.. come lay with me." When narcissa hesitated, Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"You can cut the theatrics. You know you want to."
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toxx-apex-727 · 4 months
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ASDFSAGFDASDFG LMAO -Skel
me when
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softsnzstuff · 1 year
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Person A goes on a trip (maybe for work), going out and being around people. Person B stays at home and mans the fort until A comes home.
Both are fully expecting A to have gotten sick on the trip or develop a cold upon returning - only to learn a few days later that Person B gets sick.
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I think the only bit of reddit culture I'd like to find a way to recreate here is the ol' switcheroo.
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milimeters-morales · 9 months
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Trans masc 42!Miles and trans fem 1610!Miles??
do whatever u want 👍🏾
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cammyluvss · 4 months
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how i feel knowing i look like a girl sound like a girl but am not
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bapydemonprincess · 7 months
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What if you sneezed when you felt like someone was watching you and felt a chill up your spine when someone was talking about you
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radishhqueen · 14 days
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chapter 11 – nose to the grindstone
Stubbornness is a Jones family tradition, and Casey aims to embody it wholly. After all, what problem can't be solved through sheer determination?
Casey Jones Jr is familiar with losing people. He’s familiar with grief. But what is he supposed to do with grief for the death of a person sitting right in front of him?
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shysideho · 8 months
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apple-dandy · 2 years
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"I 'identify' as an adult human female / adult human male [smug]" ok I mean kinda sounds kinky ngl you do you tho YKINMKATOK
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potatospanner · 1 month
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