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cartyrs · 4 months
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I marathoned the saw franchise and haven't been able to think about anything else in weeks. Dear god help.
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daily-trey · 3 months
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Can anyone get any privacy around here?!
K*-fi
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nem0-nee · 1 year
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“It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both." - Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince
One doesn't consider the loneliness such fear brings. What use is all the power in the world when you're lonely at the top?
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kawausei · 1 year
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this is how the masquerade event went right?
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suntails · 10 months
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meet me in a dream
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peachsayshi · 4 months
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🩵🩵🩵 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DAD GOJO HAS ME IN A DEATH GRIP
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)
satoru spoils his daughter; this mini me created out of the love he shares with you. it's the reason why he's standing in front of the florist and watching the man put together an obnoxious bouquet that's too large for his baby girl to even hold.
but she's obsessed with flowers and wanted to take some home.
"anything else, mochi?" her doting father asks. meanwhile, the florist hides a smile watching satoru in full submission to the small child in his arms.
she's pondering; one finger pressed to her lips, her other hand mindlessly ruffling her father's snowy hair. "hmmm," she thinks out loud, her yearning eyes taking in the rest of the flower shop. "yes, that one, please!"
satoru's expression melts because she has a cute little lisp when she speaks.
father and the florist turn to the bloom of blue hydrangeas, and the sorcerer shifts his gaze back towards the partially made bouquet of mismatched florals on the table. he sees the sympathetic expression in the florists' eyes. the hydrangeas clearly won't fit nicely, and the bouquet is already turning out to be quite pricey.
(not that the price matters, but he's learning that his daughter has expensive taste)
"you sure, my sweet?"
"uh-huh!" she exclaims with a nod, and proceeds to wrap her arms around her father's neck. "they look like you, papa!" she explains, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.
her father buckles from her tender, innocent affection. his cheeks turning slightly pink at the sound of her lips smacking against his skin.
you've always lectured that he needs to put his foot down, but...how can he say no to this kind of love?
the florist chuckles; he doesn't wait for permission, but simply walks around the counter to grab a stem of the hydrangeas and adds it to the bouquet.
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gummi-ships · 3 months
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - The World That Never Was
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llondonfog · 6 months
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Wailing about “you love me so you’ll love my child” but w melleanor and silver
"—and do not let Vanrouge within twenty meters of the kitchens, is that clear, Counselor? Inform the kitchen staff that they have my exact permission to maim him on sight with the nearest sharp object. Oh, do not duck your face like a quivering kitten as if I cannot see that grimace, Counselor— that man has survived much worse and scraped through with life and limb and still persists to terrorize us all with his presence, isn't that right, my dear one?"
From within her arms, Lilia's child coos and babbles something far more intelligent than her trailing, fretful advisors back at her, and she taps a dark painted talon delicately against its plush cheek in fond agreement.
Lilia's child.
Meleanor rolls the words silently within her mouth, holds them there to taste the strange, but pleasant, flavor of their meaning.
Of all the fae in all their lands, who would have ever dared to dream that Lilia Vanrouge would take to a child like a fish to water, or a fledgling to the skies?
She can still hear him now, grumbling and griping so about the burden of children, their helplessness and neediness as unnecessarily weak creatures. In a rare form of mercy, not once did she pry— for how could she, when she knew the answer even if it was not in specifics? When fae were perishing at the hands of humankind's avaricious cruelty, how could she dare chastise him when she was so certain that Lilia's bitterness only existed towards himself?
Her hypothesis had been proven correct when her most trusted General had been present for Malleus' hatching, a softness that she had only seen once before smoothing the harsh lines of his battle-weary gaze. Perhaps she had the right of bias; it was only correct that anyone melt at the sight of her darling son, chirping and mewling miniature fonts of emerald flame.
But that softness had reappeared tenfold when Lilia had knelt before her in the privacy of her chambers where no other fae save for two were ever allowed, revealing the swaddled contents of his cloak with a desperate, fervent need for approval.
He woke for me, she remembers her oldest friend confessing in a voice choked with awe and an emotion that had nearly frightened her (her!) with its intensity. Meleanor, do you understand what this means? He is the son of our enemy, lost and forgotten by time, and he woke for me.
Oh, she had understood as perfectly then as she does now. It was for that reason alone that she had stayed her hand from where it had been readied to smite the child from Lilia's arms, to strip it from existence out of fear that it had somehow bewitched the one fae with more reason to detest humanity than all the rest.
True love was so rare in this world; it had taken her centuries to find her heart's desire. How could she wrest that from Lilia, as he kneels before her and bares his soul, staring down at the sleeping infant cradled in his arms with a delicate strength she did not know him to possess and the dazed look of a parent struck with the dazzling knowledge that the child they hold is more perfect than any creature alive on the earth?
She could not— the proof of which rests in her arms and happily teethes on strands of her gleaming hair, warm and soft and heavy in the sweet way of babes.
"And that is why we cannot allow your pathetic wretch of a father to ruin the celebration of your first blessing, isn't that right— Silver?"
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merakiui · 5 months
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i’ve been looking at azul’s cards and ive always noticed how big his hands are….makes me insane
(*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡ zuzu hands...... perfect size for holding.
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hanafubukki · 10 months
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Dating Silver felt like you were dating a Disney prince, even though you knew he wouldn’t get the context unless you explained it to him.
It took time for him to get a handle of his unique magic, but at least now he would remember what dreams he would step into.
With the help of Lilia and Malleus, Silver was able to control his magic, and in time, fix his bond with Malleus.
You were happy to see them all happy and bonding again.
The time after Malleus’ OB was a mix of frenzy. Many tasks had to be done and many ruffled feathers had to be calmed.
In that time, you and Silver had gotten closer and started dating.
Now, after dealing with your daily tasks that the headmaster forced on you, you were snoozing on Silver’s shoulder.
Silver smiled fondly at you, knowing how hard you worked to survive and flourish in this world.
Gradually, the comfort brought by you, led Silver to fall asleep by your side.
Which is how he ended up in your dreams, with you and him in the house he grew up in.
With little patters of feet outside playing and he could hear Sebek rough housing along with them.
Out the window, Malleus and Lilia was watching them play fondly.
You smiled at him as you called to him and wrapped your arms around him and Silver knew this is what love in the storybooks talked about.
When Silver next awoke, he saw you blinking up at him, sleepily rubbing your eyes.
And he knew, he would do what he could to make that dream of yours come true.
Because that was now his dream too.
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tartppola · 7 months
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wheee all the new info from twst streamm 🫶🫶🫶
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jangmi-latte · 1 year
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H-H-H-H-H-H-HI !!!!!!! H-HELLO SIR!!! HAHAHA HI HELLO FOAMS IN THE MOUTH
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Can I request Rollo going on a Valentine's Day "date" with MC and having fun like an old married couple all the while the boys, and maybe even the staff, are screaming in denial?
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𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
author’s note : aaaa ok so, i wanted to make one of those big posts i do sometimes (where i include every nrc boy with hcs for each one) y’know, for a valentines special— but that didn’t work so we’re spending valentines with rollo instead (with a small mention of the nrc boys being jealous. probably punching walls and crying) (plus the staff being concerned dads)
—takes place in that one theory au thingy where rollo lives with you in ramshackle :) happy valentines day!
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the week before valentines day has been.. suffocating.
gifts and requests to be your valentine have been coming in like crazy. the desk in your room has become a mess, crowded with flowers, letters, and all sorts of sweets that all pile on top of each other.
all of them, you’re flattered to have received, but unfortunately don’t really want. you already have your eyes on someone, and it’s not anyone that’s already asked you out.
“you have quite the amount of admirers, prefect.” rollo acknowledges the large mound of items, sifting through it with your permission. he grimaces at all the love letters you’ve gotten. “do you reciprocate any of their feelings?”
you shake your head, and he lets out a small sigh of relief, glad to know he hasn’t lost you to anyone.
as rollo turns his attention back to looking through the pile, you’re hyping yourself up, trying to channel the confidence of everyone who confessed to you combined. with just one day before valentines, you’ve gotta shoot your shot now.
there’s nothing to lose, right?
“i’ve been thinking,” you start. you almost consider chickening out when you meet eyes with rollo. he’s so unintentionally intimidating with his soulless (but pretty) eyes. “since neither of us have a valentine.. we should be each others. i-if you wanna be! totallyokayifyoudon’twantto—”
“i’d like that.” he interjects. he covers up his quickly reddening face, but you can still spot some blush on the tips of his ears. you hardly pay attention to it though since you’re too busy silently celebrating.
“it’s decided then.” you giggle. rollo nods, lowering his handkerchief to reveal a soft smile, looking uncharacteristically adorable.
you’d just have to try and keep this a secret from the other boys. they’d probably hate him even more if they found out about this, and you’d die if all the forced getting-along you made them do went to waste.
you actually thought you’d be able to keep your “date” hidden, but then you told grim about it— a terrible mistake.
the biggest rule in the book : never trust grim to keep his mouth closed.
the first people he blabbed to was ace and deuce, who spread the word to the rest of the first years, who spread it to their dorm leaders— and not before long, the rest knew. even the staff managed to get word of it too.
the boys were, as you’d expected, sulky. you chose rollo over him? did rollo go against what he constantly preaches and cast a spell on you?
they all go about their days valentine-less and ill tempered thinking about you and rollo being all lovey-dovey.
meanwhile, the staff are somewhat worried. rollo has no intentions of harming you, they’re aware. but the thought of (what might as well be) their child becoming romantically involved with someone who tried to strip the world of magic has them feeling troubled.
you and rollo are completely oblivious to any of this, though. at least until you get back from your date out at the town.
“so this is the town,” rollo says. “i’ve never had a chance to come down here until today.”
“hehe. what do you think? isn’t it nice down here?”
he nods, eyes scanning all the different buildings until they stop and linger on a bakery. a patisserie, to be exact. through the window, there are several sweets and baked goods on display, and he’s got his eye right on the croissants. you follow where he’s looking and giggle.
“wanna go to that patisserie?” you ask.
“if you don’t mind.”
after purchasing a croissant per rollo’s silent request, you two sit on a bench. he rips the good, giving you the bigger half and you thank him.
“this reminds me of that time at the trip!” you hum. “you were showing me around and we stopped by that bakery to buy a croissant, we even split it and ate it on a bench exactly like we are right now.”
“i remember. it’s perhaps the only moment of the symposium i look back fondly on.”
of course, that’s a lie. every moment at the symposium he shared with you is a moment he looks back fondly on. he’d feel far too embarrassed to say it out loud though.
“it’s such a simple, but sweet memory.”
“the way you’re reminiscing it almost makes it feel as though this was ages ago.”
“i know i know, this was just a little over a month ago. but it’s kind of crazy to me.” you smile. rollo tilts his head, nonverbally asking you to explain. “what i meant by that was.. it feels like we’ve known each other for much longer than a measly little month and a half. don’t you think?”
for what feels like the millionth time to rollo, he gets flustered. even more so when you put your hand on top of his.
but he ponders your question. it really does feel like you’ve known each other for far longer. it’s odd to him how quickly he warmed up to you— rollo’s never been one to get along easily with others. and with that, he’s never been one to open up easily either. but you were able to crack his shell.
“i agree.” he slowly smiles. “happy valentines day, prefect.”
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qwakque · 7 months
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he watched the disney fireworks!!! again!!!
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suntails · 6 months
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⚔️🐬
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prince-kallisto · 5 months
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Just in case y’all thought I was joking about the Crowley and Honest John (Honest Fellow? Fero?) parallels 🦊🐦‍⬛🦊🐦‍⬛🦊🐦‍⬛
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