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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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Domestic bliss headcanons, you say? Please share, I'm on my knees right now begging you to post them

JUST SAW THIS. but my pleasure. my bad for how long this is haha, it's going under the cut.

r has to teach eddie all about apps, and he certainly gets payback when he gets tik tok by playing it just as loudly as she did in those first few chapters. while she's trying to study.

whenever they don't respond in the groupchat (once he's finally in it), he loves to just text the gang "sorry we were fuckin'." and r has to immediately say "WE WERE NOT WE WERE AT FUCKING COSTCO." of course, eddie has to correct her and say "we were *fucking at costco." he sleeps on the couch that night.

he loves to take candids of r. for old times sake. has an entire folder on his phone of them all.

they still bicker all the time. the group almost misses when they 'hated' each other because then at least they'd try to avoid each other. now it's just 24/7.

anytime one of them has to stay up and pull an all nighter for their school work, the other joins them, using the excuse 'we already did it once before, we can do it again.'

eddie constantly sneaks into r's dorm, until they get caught one too many times and she gets into serious trouble. he then devises an entire plan to convince her to just move into his apartment with him. has a powerpoint and everything.

if they ever managed to scrap together the money for disneyland, they'd be sure to save the extra cash to build lightsabers and battle each other in the middle of galaxy's edge. steve has to scold them when they nearly hit a kid, and eddie brags he totally won. r wacks him on the arm with her saber and nearly breaks it, making eddie cry laughing because now her saber "sits to the left" because it's bent.

they can always tell when the other had a bad day, and to not bicker like normal. usually results in soft naps and cuddles. if either's phone rings during it, the other immediately denies the calls or puts it on silent. it's their time to just... be.

eddie definitely goes out to all the girls nights and 100% puts those scary dog privileges to work for the girls.

girls night is actually a weekly occurrence, and the one week the girls decide for a night in, eddie is still invited. he ends up sitting there in a face mask, hair thrown into a ridiculously sloppy bun, gasping at all the groups latest gossip. even let's r paint his nails to match hers. it's adorable, and when the other guys try to tease him, he just smiles, no longer affected by their words because he got the girl. there's a selfie with all the girls, but he also takes one with just r, and it becomes his lockscreen. any time he's having a bad day, he looks at it, and everything's immediately okay.

#sorry if these suck but they're canon in my mind #they are the pest relationship #mean eddie just becomes pest eddie #thank u ily #twenty four hours #fun fact: when the series is over i'm willing to write these into full one shots :)

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cakesmelons · 10 months

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The MTT touching Error was not coincidental(I just couldn't resist like Error can't be excluded)

But but what if in the rizz tl Error gets a happy ending- with the help of Epic and Horror(maybe someone else like Ink or sum(def not the Dreamtale bros)) Error learns the better ways and becomes a better person(true love 💕)

Horror is probably the one most around Error- Dust would be a good listener but he's prob quiet and a lil distant and Killer is,,, busy with Nightmare(and maybe Dream)

Had to search up Hans' motivations bc he was such a minor character that I genuinely forgot everything about him(except a random moment in that one song he had with Anna) and honestly? It makes the idea even better(but I'm not going deeper into this bc lore and stuff isn't my thing-(liar liar pants on fire))

#I've never considered Horror x Error tbh.... probably because I exclude Error a lot- honestly kinda cute #when it's that Gordon Ramsey cuddly monster version of Horror ofc.....#let me give Error some kisses rq #submitted #NOT melons art #sunnymainecoon #Awww he they get the happy ending :')#oh but the apple twins DEFINITELY hate that error is part of the relationship. but all their other partners are happy so 😒#they helping with NOTHING when it comes to error #during breakfast for the poly: Error : “hey dream can you pass me the bread?” Dream : “hm? did someone say something?”#NM : “No. i think it was just an annoying pest that should've been squished to death the first time we saw it :)” Epic: “.....(⁠•⁠w⁠•⁠;⁠)”#frozen!au #dreamtale frozen au #frozen au #frozen harem au #frozen!error

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hel-phoenyx · 29 days

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Elijah/Sharon is the Almighty gf's character, Salimeh @noa-de-cajou's, Virgil @thal-ent's and Tomyris @soupedepates'

There is a TW suicide attempt at some point

"Mother, who is that?"

They are in a church, probably the most beautiful one of all Amsterdam. People talk when they see the family strolling through the benches, on the low voice of the terrified, the awed and the reverent.

None of the van Heels really care. Who would care about ants under their feet ?

Adelheid van Heel, probably the most haughty of all, bring down her eyes to those of her only son, emotionless meeting curious. He is pointing with his tiny finger the figure of the Christ, left on the cross to die, eyes close and head tilted. The eldest is deep into prayer, and the grandparents are showing Diederik and Felicia the altar, talking about the soon baptism of baby Justen not yet born.

She sighs, looking at the Christ with disdain. Never has she found interest in the scriptures her parents and brother wanted to sell her, finding their teachings too dated, to patriarcal for her goals. But the curiosity she sees gleaming on Emerens's face pleases her. He'll need that, to understand her world. And one who can understand her world can control it.

"That's Jesus Christ, sweetie. The son of God."

"Why is he on the cross ?"

"He was preaching a parole of love of the divine, and the Roman Empire with their pagan idols didn't like that. So, when he was betrayed, they executed him by nailing him on a cross and leaving him to die."

"That's... Painful."

He looks back to the figure of the Christ, his curiosity now tainted with reverence. That boy lets himself be too touched by these kinds of stories, she thinks. She will have to excise that later. Curiosity is not submission.

"Maybe. but it was not for nothing. The scripture says he died to pardon our sins, and when his martyr was over, God ascended him to godhood with Him."

"So God didn't abandon him ?"

She put her hand on the shoulder of her son, so tall arelad and yet so fragile. What would she feel if he was nailed on the cross for the simple crime of being ?

"Of course not. What parent would abandon their child?"

Emerens smiled, but his next question was cut short by the harsh voice of his grandmother.

'Adelheid, stop stalling and come over here. We have to think about little Mareva's baptism too."

A roll of her eyes, and she shooed her children towards her parents. If she had a word in this, she thought, neither Mareva or her two eldest would have undergone baptism. But she was still young, still under her parent's icy grip, and she needed to seem conciliant if she wanted to hide all of her work towards stripping them of all they took for granted.

She looked at her brother, so smug and petulant and limp in his trust fund he would never think about losing. Her parents, locked in an other age, wanting their children to adress them as milord and milady by their nobility rights she didn't see a point in.

She looked at Emerens and Elvira, so innocent, so little. They took from their father, so young but taller than any children their age. Elvira had his smile and laughter, and Emerens his way to ruffle his hair that she only sees when they're alone, far, far away from that world of lies and fake.

Her perfect weapons to take over and at the same time her tiny children that needed a mother.

"God won't save you, she mumbled under her breath. Him, nor traditions lost by time and uncertainty."

Nobody heard those words. But on her lips grew a little smile from the satisfaction of blasphemating in the House of the Lord.

***

"What are you doing?"

Startled, Emerens jumped a little. Elijah was sitting in the bed next to him, his eyes full of wonder brushing across the other one's position. Still on his knees, Emerens lifted his head, disjointing his hands locked in prayer.

"Oh, I'm praying!"

"That doesn't look like the prayers I'm used to, back home. What religion are you?"

"Christian protestant. I'm not practicing much, he laughed with an embarassed smile, but grandmother told me prayers helped people feel better by sharing their concerns with God, and that God would help me, so..."

Elijah lifted an eyebrow.

"Didn't take you for the type to ask for His help. is it that hard here ?"

He hesitated. Of course, it was hard. Saint-Cyr was eating him away, it was not difficult to realise. He hated everything, the classes, the teachers, the strict rules upheld everywhere. Curfew at this hour, eating at this one, and ressources are sparse so no second refills. No eating outside of hours, no candy for studying, no noise of any kind in the library, everyting was just a succession of interdictions evrn worse than in the Scriptures.

But he had friends, he had Elijah, and he had Thibault, so it couldn't be that hard. God may have put them in his path so he could bear the weight of his family's expectations, he doesn't know, and that won't stop him from praying.

Because such a gift cannot be ruined by worry and sadness.

He must be the happy one.

For their sake, and his own.

So, he just smiled a little.

"Oh no, not that much. But it feels good talking to God. I haven't got an answer as humans would give me, but I can talk, at least."

He can't be ungrateful towards his only source of happiness. He can't ruin God's gift by making them sad. What would be the point of a gift, then?

***

He's alone, in his room, his hands joined in prayer. Blood is circling his wrists like it once did to the Christ, but the Christ didn't cry, the Christ didn't begged, and the Christ was answered to with godhood.

How cruel must one be to take back a gift? He's alone in his room, Elijah away who knows where, and the letters stopped coming a long time ago. He knows his cousin is there, somewhere, in the school, but seeking her was worth nothing. No one is answering his prayers.

He's alone, on his knees, the blood dripping from his arms. He didn't cut that deep, he didn't sat in a bathtub like that upperclassman told him was the most efficient method, and he's waiting for a bliss and a rest that doesn't come, prostred on the floor, tears blended with vermillon.

Nothing came to support the weight.

Nothing came to soothe the pain.

He called for his mother, for Thibault, for Elijah. For the Christ, for God, for anyone kind enough to help him.

But nobody came.

When they found him, he was already out of it, dazed by the blood loss. It was not too late to save him, and emergency services weren't needed, the school infirmary and rest would be enough. But he was not awarded one, or the other. Only a stern speech, his wrist bandaged in tainted white, on the necessity to not disturb the ones that were strong enough to work.

***

He woke up in the hospital, the tears creasing his face, not as deep as what's under the bandages. He remembers calling for help, Thibault's name heavy on his tongue, the first one coming out of his mouth. He remembers crying out for Elijah, sobs hurting his throat that he can now feel, now that he's not numbed by that emptiness in his head.

He remembers the word of God rolling past his lips.

But in front of him, there is no God, no Thibault, no Elijah. No mother. Onl a man in a white coat looking at him with concern on his face hurt by fatigue and age.

"You're up, kid. How are you feeling?"

There's so much in that question, now that he can't feel the cutter on his hand. The doctor, since a man in a white coat in a room whiter than him must be a doctor, certainly did feel its weight, though. How else to explain the pain seeping through the wrinkles?

He tries to lift his arms. The pain instantly stops him. Pain, everywhere on his bandaged forearms. he remembers how deep the pain cut, how far he guided it upon his flesh.

He doesn't answer.

The doctor sighs.

"At least you can try to move a little, I guess that's a good sign. You really scared me there, kid. A teen, with your wounds, and so much blood lost... I thought you were done for."

That would have been better. Or is it ? He doesn't know. Only thing that he's sure of is that there will be no godhood for him. Only loneliness in oblivion.

Is that was thr Christ felt on the cross ?

In that case, why didn't He helped, why didn't He soothe ? Didn't He die so no one would ever be sujected to His martyr?

Why didn't anybody answer his prayers?

A creak. The chair of the doctor rolls towards him, not too much, only so he can see the marks on his face. Tears scrubbed hastily so no one can see them. But he always saw too much.

Why did that doctor cry?

"Look, i'm not gonna ask what led you there. I see a lot of kids like you, that think they don't have any other choice. But if you ever want help, I'll try to help, even if it's talking about something unrelated."

A little smile grew on the man's lips as he was saying this.

"By the way, if you're wondering about your personal effects, the nurse will bring them to you when you'll be out of reanimation. There's that pretty necklace and a notebook. Blood tainted the cover but I think most of the words are intact."

Right. The necklace, and the manuscript. The only thing left from a time where he was happy.

He knows the doctor is not talking about his cross. Because he threw it away in a pool of blood.

***

"By God that doesn't exist, i'm surrounded by idiots."

No other head turned towards him than Tomyris', a pensive expression on her soft face. He's not exaclty friends with her, per say, they are opposites in every point of view. But Sharon and Salimeh wanted a little polycule outing. Salimeh brought Tomyris. And Sharon brought him.

So now he's talking with the giant girl, his metamour once removed. Well, not giant for him, or he would have to give that adjective to Elvira, too. How would he admit that his sister is five inches taller than him at least?

The conversation wandered a bit, on the school, the matchmakers, Tomyris' life with Jennifer now that they were finally together, and now, Bastien and Virgil's whole pining problem. Since Tomyris knew Virgil, she herself had a lot to say about it, and gave Emerens an insight on the vampire hunter's thinking he wouldn't even have thought about. But even she would agree with that last sentence, even when she understood better than him the religious trauma of the one that grew up in a cult.

Still, her face was dubitative.

"I have a question to ask of you, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

"What is it with you and God? Everytime you mention His name, it is to add that He doesn't exist. I find that... Off-putting."

"Did I offend you?"

The question was genuine, even though he couldn't stop that little spike of sarcasm to mark his words. Luckily, Tomyris is not familiar with sarcasm, especially the soft, unnoticeable one he's used to when he's pissed.

"No, not really. I... Understand people don't believe. But atheists usually don't feel the need to add "that doesn't exist" after every mention of Him. So I was... Curious."

Fair enough. He is among the most overzealous atheists he knows, after all, and even people that don't believe don't make it a point to remind people they don't. But that urge is always compelling him, ever since that day when his prayers were left unanswered.

"You're not obligated to answer, added precipitally Tomyris in front of his silence. That was just bugging me, I figured I could ask you."

"Oh, no, it's okay. It's just... Well. I was Christian once."

"Catholic?"

"Protestant. Family tradition, even though mother never forced it on me. I was a believer for a long time."

"Why did you stop?"

"Stopped seeing a point."

No need to add more. That is supposed to be enough. And certainly, for Tomyris, that is enough. Nonetheless, her face went pensive, almost like she was trying, and managing, to understand his point of view on the situation.

"I never though there was a... Point, in faith. It's a strenght you carry with you, that soothes you and follows you through the hardships. Everyone has their own faith, and in different forms, like Salimeh's and Sharon's belief in Islam's values. But the strenght behind faith is the same, even though the expression is different."

"I thought so once, but it just felt so... Empty, at some point."

"I don't want to lecture you, promise. But dropping all of it to that extreme maybe wasn't the solution... There may be another way to adapt your faith?"

"if there was a goddamn way, why didn't anybody answer me ?!"

He didn't mean to shout. But that, even though Tomyris was well-intentioned, was the breaking point. That was rubbing in his face everything he thought at the hospital, every moment he believed he failed, and was cast aside by the one he seeked so badly during all those months.

Tomyris' face contracted. She held a hand in pardon, or in an attempt to make him shut up, but it was to late. The gates were open and every feeling he held for so long was flooding through.

"I did everything by the book, goddamnit. I prayed, I offered my belief, I tried to see faith as that strenght you, my family, Saint-Cyr was selling me, the support in hardships, the power to rest upon! And where was that strenght where I needed it?!"

Something is hurting his eyes. Tears. The same tears he cried years ago.

"What god is cruel enough to let a child die alone and abandoned by everything he once cherished?! What god takes back what he offers day after day after day?! If there is a god, Tomyris, if something up there heard my prayers while I was bleeding out, he abandoned me like everything else did and I can't bear that, you get it?!"

The tears are now streaming down his face, lost in sobs and claws deep in his throat, in his arms, everywhere. Only thing that doesn't hurt, that doesn't burn, is a soft palm on his shoulder, warm behind the cold fabric, big enough to break his neck but comforting like one does to a child.

The comfort that lacked so many years ago.

"If there is a god, Tomyris, it is kinder to me to imagine he isn't there, rather than he was and left me to rot. Kinder to me, and kinder to Him, and every other that like me thought He would help."

She didn't say anything else.

What even was there to be said ?

#hel is talking #la peste moderne #hel ocs #lpm #hel stories #hel writing #Posting that on easter #the irony #maybe somehow the date inspired me to think about Emerens' relationship to God lmao #I'm not even a believer but I think it can be interesting to explore #sorry Tomyris you've been a scapegoat

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shcherbatskayas · 6 months

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"smart of me to burn them rather than eat them, i think. you're a surgeon-you would have dug it all out of my gut." and what if you did eat them, idiot? what if you did eat the orders thinking that there's no way artemy would get to you in time to dig them out--by the time he gets to you, stomach acid would make any orders illegible. but surprise! fuck you! you are now having improvised intestinal obstruction removal in lara ravel's parlor right next to the corpses of the men you killed! wake up again and surprise, the polyhedron is now dust and the only capable doctor who can help post-surgery is the one who gave you the surgery and got the tower torn down in the first place! what a situation! what to do with this situation!

#sorry i think about this possibility a lot #i know daniil would 100% actually die if he got improv intestinal obstruction surgery in lara's parlor but a girl can dream #i want them to be the husbands ever and i also want them to have the most toxic mess of a gay relationship to ever plague town-on-gorkhon #the real sand pest is burakhovsky

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coochiequeens · 2 months

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Dear men: Sex is NOT a need

They've only been together for 3 months and she's already guilt tripping her for more sex?! Of course it's all about him, no real reasons why she's not in the mood, ex does she have a physically demanding job? Kids from a prior relationship? Does he try to initiate sex when he can clearly she she's busy? Did he start initiatating sex too early in the relationship? Do he do anything to create the romantic feeling?

Also if they have only been dating 3 months then most likely they still live apart. Does he "need" sex as soon as she steps through the door?

#Reddit #Relationships #Sex is not a need #Men saying they have a high libido to justify being a sex pest

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headphonemouse · 1 year

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I'm having feelings over the fact that the most selfless thing Kim Dokja could do is to live, wholly, as himself, in good health and with the people he loves most, who love him the most. How everyone gets to be angry at him for leaving, angry at the world for taking him away, and yet that anger can never have a real target so his companions become angry at themselves. I really enjoyed the range of emotions displayed from all the supporting and side characters, how they each got time for us to see how they react to their world ending once with the apocalypse, and then again and again when they become devoted to a man who loves them to death and back. And they just. Keep going. None of them want a world without Kim Dokja but they live through it anyways and they carry on, day by day, year by year, yelling, crying, playing pranks on each other, sharing stories with each other, fighting each other, fighting for each other.

#talking tag #orv #my favorites are Jung Heewon and Lee Gilyoung #im not including the main trio in the favorites list because their narrative significance outweighs personal favorability #orv spoilers #Kim Dokja makes me insane. hes some guy. hes someones son. brother. companion. equal. savior. god. pest. father. weird uncle.#Lee Jihye calls Kyrgios Rodgraim 'Grandfather' and im not sure if thats because of Kyrgios' ambiguous relationship with Namgung Minyoung or #if its because she sees Kim Dokja as a semi-master. the spouse of her master or a master in his own right. that either puts Kim Dokja as #Lee Jihye's uncle-in-law or as her step-parent. English doesnt really have good words for this but you get what i mean #or it could have nothing to do with any of that and Lee Jihye just calls Kyrgios 'Grabdfather' as a sign of respect like 'youre so cool and #respectable that im going to worship you like an ancestor' kind of way #it's so cute though #these kids all end up with like 5 new grandparents

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aroacettorney · 2 months

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another thing i feel bitter about the aup manhwa adaption is that fact casey was portrayed to initiate her attack at ludger first during the baltanung arc and the delica arc when it wasnt at all the case in novel. although the hostility was indeed only one-sided from casey, ludger was still the actual aggressor. his act of making the first move was meant to symbolize his determination to burn the bridge and leave no room for negotiation/reconciliation. it drives me up the wall that manhwa readers are blaming casey for not investigating the delica incidents properly when ludger was the one who used everything in his power to commit obstruction of justice and take all the blame himself. ffs.

#there is lost in translation and then there is lost in adaption 😔#manhwa!casey got dumbed down to some annoying pest who got in the way of ludgers revenge lmfao #meanwhile novel!caseys hesitation to fight against moriarty was painfully transparent despite ''her determination to exterminate the evil''#there are so many subtexts wrt ludgercasey relationship #you cannot simply change or remove them and expect the outcome to be the same #*sighs*#rant #i guess

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soupedepates · 5 months

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"Hi mama."

She sat on the grave before caressing the tombstone. "Olesja Brejnev, née Nichovskiya".

"I'm leaving the city for good. I can't live that anymore. I've packed my stuff and I have money. I'm going back to baboushka's. Easier times for all of us, weren't they?"

Anastasia closed her eyes, trying to imaging the embrace of her mother. Olesja would've been 35 to this day. She had her daughter at 20, she got married in a hurry with the wrong man even though baboushka always was against that. "You could've married a proper Estonian man but you chose a Russian rascal like your father!", Anastasia once heard. She never knew her grandfather, but baboushka confessed to her that women in their family were cursed.

Baboushka came to Estonia at fourteen because the Soviet Union had said so. She was born near Saint Petersburg. She married a young man she met through the komsomol and they had Olesja. The young man soon became violent. So baboushka did what she had to do to protect her daughter and herself: she shot him in the head and buried him in the forest. Nobody came looking for him.

"Olesja is too sweet for that, Anoushka", baboushka had confessed to her. "She would never hurt anyone. Even your father."

Baboushka also admitted that when Olesja said she gave birth to a baby boy she was relieved. But the baby boy turns out to be a bubbly young girl, and then baboushka couldn't stop repeating, "Stay away from men, Anoushka, we women of our lineage are cursed!".

"I promised to baboushka to finish the job with him. I... I didn't. I just ran away. I am sorry mama. I didn't avenge you."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I miss you. I think about you everyday. I've bought a dress you would have loved. I am too shy to wear it for now but... One day. For you. I want you to see from Heaven that I am becoming a good woman against all odd."

She nervously passed her hand in her hair.

"He cut it, you know. Now it's growing back, but it still looks bad. Wearing your hair accessories helps a bit."

Anastasia got up finally, and kissed the stone.

"Good bye mama, I promise I'll be good."

#oc #lpm #tw implied domestique abuse #la peste moderne #my poor baby anastasia #bittersweet #actually a good relationship with her mother #too bad mom is dead

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daenystheedreamer · 1 year

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oversharing era was funny tho, go gurl obliterate that twink

unfortunately it was extremely funny 😭 im back to thinking hey it would be REALLY funny to date him. also so i have access to his white suburban mother so i have someone to talk about pride and prejudice with. i just have to keep reminding myself that it's 'fucked up' and 'kinda autistic' to view your life as a series of episodes you script and make your friends have character arcs cos you feel like they need character development. he IS a twink too and bisexual but i think hes just going through a phase ngl :/ i think he just wants to get pegged

#you guys would understand if u knew this guy irl. hes an art student at uni hes a redhead #he was the homewrecker in our friends' relationship and he was like 'no idk :( i thought it would turn out ok :('#hes lefty and thats good but in a cringe irony leftist twitter way. hes kind of a sex pest& hes british #omg and the yellow fever thing.... ok so for ages i made fun of him for mostly dating asian girls #IN JEST its mostly cos our school had a large asian population. anyway he was like 'stop its not true it makes me feel bad 😭'#and i was like ok whatever nerd. and then it turns out hes liked me forever and suspiciously #he liked/dated all these girls during this time. okay!#anyway. i love him hes a good guy i just dont. i dont rlly respect him. hes like a pet to me hes so normal #jesus. im insane. and oversharing. i must sound insane. sorry.#yinnie oversharing #yinnie whining #yinnie insane moments #mean yinnie #ask #anonymous

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hel-phoenyx · 22 days

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Emerens' and Nicomaque's (@soupedepates ) dynamic is a combination of "I can't fix him. I can fuck him tho. That may calm him down" and "I can make him worse" coming from both sides

#hel is talking #la peste moderne #hel ocs #lpm #hel stories #their relationship is like a hard drug #destroying each other for a fleeting instant of soothing #and boy are they addicts.......#(litteraly. they are each clinically addicted to something.)#not my ocs

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overthinkingtaleblr · 1 year

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Honestly, how many times do you think Maloney’s accidentally ease-dropped on people he knows while doing normal bird stuff?

Also considering one of the traits of being the bird is just straight-up apathy, he probably could’ve seen or heard really criminalizing stuff and just… forgot about it bc he didn’t care at the time. Or he turns back into a person after a long day of bird-ing and realizes that he straight-up saw someone committing arson. And just flew away…

Would a bird-alien with ADHD just never get anything done—

#taleblr #officer Maloney #Maloney has a fun character #and the same name as Jimmy casket #well. same first name #but I’m considering shifting his job to a different public service bc of his relationship with firearms #like. that ongoing gag is… kinda insensitive y’know?#considering pest control bc of his time trying to clear pikachus out of the sewers

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