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[livindeadgirlgrav]

Do you think Vincent can talk out of curiosity ? I like to think if he can he whispers mine in readers ear

Oooooooh I love this!

Do I think Vincent Sinclair can talk?

Honestly yes, I do think Vincent can speak. But I think he chooses not to. I mean we get to see how severe the physical damage left by his extraction from his twin brother, Bo was at the end of the movie. So I wouldn't doubt that Vinny doesn't have some type of speech problems like a speech impediment.

I like to think Vincent's mother wouldn't bully him for his speech but I'm not sure; But I wouldn't put it pass Bo to torment him enough to a point he just stops talking all together. I mean we see how Bo treats him; He's very narcissistic and manipulative. Just look at how Bo is able to abuse his brother enough to make him fall under his command and practically force/manipulate him to kill the towns people and anyone who wonders in. But regardless of all of the abuse his brother puts him through I truly think the siblings love each other just in their own ways.

Back to the topic, I do think Vincent can talk. But I don't see him shouting or yelling anytime soon. I like to think Vincent talks in a whisper/mumble forcing you to pay close attention to him. Also I think that would be the tell tell sign that he trust and loves you. If he does speak to you even in a whisper he's proving how comfortable he really is with you and that's a big accomplishment. I also love imaging what he would sound like, I think he would have a smooth deep voice with a thick accent like his brother. I also like to think he would possibly have a southern drawl kinda like Trace Adkins..(man I love a fine country men😩)

If I continue with my theories, it’s possible Vincent stopped talking to Bo and his father when he was little due to the abuse and it’s also possible Vincent went mute once his parents/mother died. Vincent was a good child and we hear in the movie that his mother thought he was talented(or was going to be talented). What I’m trying to say is that both boys loved their abusive mother, they are very much mama boys so I could definitely see them both suffering from losing her..I mean if we go back to the first time we meet Bo he’s in the church kneeling beside his dead mother (I believe it’s her due to the fact Bo apologizes when he’s in the church searching for Carly.)

But I could go on and on for days discussing my theories about the Sinclair brothers! Regardless I do think Vincent can speak he just doesn’t do it around new people or his mean abusive brother due to being scared of being made fun of. I love Vinny but just give him time to warm up to you and perhaps he’ll have a very small conversation with you. 🖤

Thank you tons for the request!! I love when you guys ask me questions like this! I love seeing others opinions and sharing my own! 🖤🖤

[triona-tribblescore]

I saw you wanted fluffy suggestions so here ya go:

Baby Mikey blabbering and Donnie responding like it’s a philosophical discussion.

Big! Sweaters! Big fluffy sweaters!

Disaster twins in the get along shirt

Raph and Leo in the get along shirt

Raph napping while Donnie happily rants to him

All boys walking together down an overgrown subway tunnel and relishing in sunlight and plants!(if ya need some background practice)

sooo uhhh, this ask may be four months old BUT! I was saving it for a rainy day and, would you look at that, its raining outside :D

some close-ups :)

[akanemnon]

They're (uwu)ing

Unfinished, and I'll probably send another one in (idk how long)

I really like how u draw them

Sorry if it's hard to see

[towerofluin]

For the extended sainw was donnie always the tallest? Or do they have to get used to his new height?

M: We'll catch up! at some point!

D: ...

[jasmineaoi]

I have to post about Him too.

I have to show this appreciation somewhere.

To the you who believes such nonsensical lies, and sailing away all by ypurself in such quiet sorrow.

I'll cry for you.

Your hyung would break for you, you idiot.

As distant as the family is, and as not-worked-out father, deruth is. They'll freaking cry for you.

To their death.

Krs will too.

(p/s: this would be such good material for a melancholic fanart. But, unfortunately, i cant draw.)

P/s p/s: it is wishful thinking, but i want to think that sweet lovable twin cale, is out there finally with a little chibi hyung. Yup, even if it's only a piece of soul. I want to think that his hyung's Will and memories personification reunited finally with him. Happy twins, forever. (you better hear this wish God of Life-)

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

I'm listening to 'Blood Upon the Snow' and aside from the fact that I rage in my cage at Hozier's voice (nothing new here), there are these lyrics that remind me so much of Jia and Miraak and Various Things related to them and their story... I mean, "The winter sunrise, red on white//Like blood upon the snow" and "No rainfall, no sunshine//No blood upon the snow" and "I’ve no more hunger now to see where the road will go//I’ve no more kept my warmth//Than blood upon the snow"—

[gecko1011010]

Man, imagine if there was a scenario where the omen twins WEREN'T banished to the sewers.

The Golden Lineage Family is posing for a picture, and then there's itty bitty Mohg who is just...

How dare you scared me with my favorite Disney film

[phoenixkaptain]

I don’t know if you’re still doing prompts but could you do something with Padme and the twins?

My friend, I saw this and had the abrupt realization that I’ve never written anything focused primarily on Padme and the twins. Which is!!! Sinful.

So, I am rectifying the situation, but I don’t want you to think I didn’t see this message! It’s going to take a bit longer to finish, but I figured I’d share the beginning! A sneak peek, if you will :D

(I wasn’t sure if you wanted a specific ‘verse’s version of Padme and the twins, so I just made a new one :) I hope you like it)

The Force was not overly cruel.

Anakin lay shattered, willingly stuck under the thumb of a tyrant, as good as dead. Luke and Leia were split apart, to separate sides of the galaxy. Padme was dead.

The family was scattered. Torn apart. Was it the fault of the Force? Sidious? Anakin himself?

No matter. Blame wasn’t important. The galaxy could not spend its eternities trying to cast blame.

The important thing was to fix this. To fix all of this. There were already rebels rising in the shadows. The brightness of the Force lived on in Luke and Leia, in Obi-Wan and all the rest of the remnants of the Jedi. There was still hope.

The Force was not overly cruel. It knew that the hope, the twins, were separated for their own good. If Sidious was to get his hands on either of them, everything would be lost. No matter if they spent their time staring off into the stars at night, longing for another half that they didn’t have. That they might never have.

The galaxy was vast. The Force could only influence so much. Leia would never go to Tatooine, no matter how hard it pushed her to go there. Luke was too loyal. If his uncle kept demanding it, then Luke would never leave Tatooine. Their paths would never cross.

The Force couldn’t let this happen. It had to bridge them together. It couldn’t let these twin suns be separated. Not after all the effort it took for them to be born in the first place.

But, how?

Slowly, a plan formed. Gradually, the pieces fell into place. Finally, the future that was looming over them was to be mended.

And all it took was the meddling of the ultimate power in the universe.

Luke sat on the steps of his home. He was in trouble. Again. Uncle Owen was not happy that Luke had, once again, stolen a speeder.

Luke wasn’t convinced it was entirely his fault. If the guy didn’t want his speeder stolen, he shouldn’t have had the keys so obviously in his inner vest pocket. Just waiting to be pickpocketed by a small boy waiting for his uncle to be done shopping. And, the guy definitely should’ve used a thicker chain to keep his speeder in place. Something that wouldn’t be snapped after a few seconds. Really, the guy was asking for his speeder to be stolen.

Uncle Owen did not agree.

Thus, Luke was in time out. Luke was pretty sure it was more for Uncle Owen’s sake, so the man could calm himself down before he exploded. Uncle Owen didn’t like being mean to Luke, and he was always very apologetic whenever he lost his temper. Putting Luke in time out was the only way he could calm down enough to be reasonable. Luke’s time outs were incredibly long.

He hadn’t been outside very long, this time. Aunt Beru had been right inside when they got home, so she was helping to calm Uncle Owen down. Aunt Beru was pretty good at calming Uncle Owen down. She said very nice things in a very gentle voice and let Uncle Owen hug her and she never judged him when he screamed into a pillow. Luke didn’t think he’d be out here for much longer, not with Aunt Beru working her magic.

“At least this time he didn’t puncture the fuel tank,” Aunt Beru lilted.

She really was a master.

Luke drew a little unhappy face in the sand with his finger. He wanted to go hang out with the Treadwell droid Uncle Owen had gotten. He wanted to see what it could do. He’d never seen a Treadwell before, and he was super excited to see it. The excitement was fading the longer he was stuck outside.

“Luke.”

Luke stopped moving. He went perfectly still for a moment, then he looked behind him in one sharp movement.

There was a lady there. Luke blinked, surprised. He hadn’t heard the sand crunching. Glancing at her feet, she was definitely standing on the sand, but there had been no noise and there were no footprints around them. She was a bit small, around the same size as Aunt Beru. Her hair was done up in some fancy way that Luke didn’t recognize, her clothes looked expensive, and she had a gentle smile on her face.

Luke felt that she was familiar. That she was safe. He was struck with the feelings of warmth and affection and loneliness and mourning and longing and heartbreak and-

His eyes welled up with tears. He hastily looked away and rubbed them with his sleeve. He felt an almost nonexistent weight on his shoulder, and saw that the lady had put her hand there. It was comforting. Luke scrubbed at his eyes for another second, then turned to face her fully.

“Are you lost?” he asked, because he had never seen such a fancy outfit before. It looked incredibly out of place amongst the endless expanses of sand.

“No, I’m right where I want to be,” she told him. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time. I’m so happy to finally see you.”

Luke absurdly felt like crying again. He sniffled a bit. Her hand cupped his cheek and she stroked the skin gently with her thumb, wiping away the dampness already there.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. “You’ve gotten so big.”

He clung to her for a moment, fingers digging into the smooth fabric of her dress. He buried his face in her shoulder. She rested her cheek atop his head.

“My Luke,” she said softly. “My son.”

Luke cried and cried and felt like he would never stop.

Leia sat on her bed in her room. She was in trouble. Again. Her father was very concerned about her stealing a speeder. Again.

Leia wasn’t convinced it was her fault. If the guy didn’t want his speeder stolen, he should’ve been less of a dick to her. He should’ve gotten a more recent model of speeder, instead of his “antique” one. Everyone knew that those old speeders were easy to hotwire. He should’ve spent less time being an asshole and more time thinking reasonably about his vehicle choices. Honestly, the guy was asking for his speeder to be stolen.

Leia’s father did not agree.

Thus, she was in time out. An occurrence that was happening more and more frequently with every person she bit and speeder she stole and fire she started. She still maintained that none of them were entirely her fault. The biting incidents were always provoked, as were the speeder incidents. The fires…

Well, the fires were probably Leia’s fault. But, the chefs had learned to hide their matches and lighters better, so wasn’t it a net positive, overall?

Leia twirled a loose thread on her blanket around her finger. Time out was so boring. She knew she was supposed to be reflecting on her crimes or whatever, but all she could actually reflect on was how boring it was to sit in her room with nothing to do. The droid outside of her door had great hearing, and always reported when she started playing with something. And it never took bribes, no matter what Leia tried.

Leia couldn’t help but feel like this all was unfair. Of course, the guy she’d stolen from was being punished too, for being a dick (her father knew she always did things for a reason, and always promised to try to make things better, and he hadn’t lied yet) butLeia doubted his punishment was as bad as this one. Nothing was worse than time out.

“Leia.”

Leia stiffened. She looked up, unsure of what she was expecting to see, and froze. She blinked.

The woman in front of her was familiar. Warm. She wore clothes that Leia vaguely recognized as popular in Nabooian politics, colourful and beautiful and eye-catching if not a few years out of date. The woman’s hair was done up in one of Naboo’s elaborate styles.

Leia had always been fascinated by Nabooian styles, which always made her father look sad in a wistful, melancholic sort of way.

Seeing the woman stirred some long forgotten memory in Leia. The memory of warmth, directed all at her and at… someone else. A smile that was sad, so sad, heartbreakingly sad. But there was love in the eyes that gazed upon her. There was affection in the way that face softened.

“Mo-“ Leia stopped.

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t be wrong. Her eyes welled up with tears, even as she rubbed them to try and stop it. She already had a mom, she didn’t need another one. She didn’t need to know where or who she came from, she didn’t- she didn’t-

The woman hugged her. She wrapped Leia in a warm embrace, one that Leia automatically tried to latch onto. She dug her fingers into the fabric of her dress. She buried her face in her shoulder. The woman rested her cheek atop Leia’s head, and Leia trembled.

“Leia,” she murmured.

“M-Mom?” she whispered.

A chuckle. “You recognize me.”

It wasn’t a question. But, it was an answer. Leia clung to her, tears dripping down her face.

“I’ve got you,” her mother promised. “I’m here. I’m sorry I left you, but I’m here now. It’ll all be okay.”

Leia cried and cried and felt like she would never stop.

[hymnoire]

hug - muse a ( gaya ) embraces muse b ( minwoo )

Kaeleena's gentle touch dabs away the last traces of blood from Minwoo’s face, her voice still carrying that tender, motherly tone, even as a flicker of something dark stirs within her. She hums softly, her eyes never leaving his features, searching for any hint of the thoughts that might be swirling behind those cold, indifferent eyes of his. She saw something earlier, panic, fear... Does he remember? And .. has she managed to soothe that down? But before she can speak again, the door bursts open, the serene atmosphere turns into chaos. “Minwoo!”

Gaya’s voice slices through the air like a blade, sharp. The Black Swan is a storm, her eyes wide and wild on the scene before her. Without a second thought, Gaya rushes to Minwoo's side, her movements frantic, her hands already pulling him into a tight embrace. “What THE FUCK are you doing?” Gaya’s voice is almost a growl as she glares at Kaeleena, her arms wrapped protectively around Minwoo. Her eyes are blazing with a fury that makes Kaeleena take a step back, confusion washing over the white swan. “I’m not—” Kaeleena starts, but Gaya cuts her off, her voice even louder and filled with rage. “Stay away from him!” Gaya’s scream is raw, filled with a hatred Kaeleena has never seen her sister direct towards her before. One that slices through Kaeleena, leaving her voiceless, her hands trembling at her sides. “Don’t you dare touch him, don’t you dare harm him!” Keeps on yelling Gaya, menacing, threatening.

wordless prompts // still accepting.

Kaeleena feels as though she’s been struck. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around her chest, hurt flickers across her face, but it’s quickly replaced by a flash of anger. “I’m not harming him!” Kaeleena’s voice cracks as she yells back, her eyes stinging. “I would never—” But Gaya doesn’t listen, her focus entirely on Minwoo, her hands cupping his face. Kaeleena’s heart twists at the sight, the deep bond between Gaya and Minwoo playing out in front of her, a bond that seems to exclude her entirely. She silently watches as Gaya pulls Minwoo to his feet, her arms still wrapped around him as though she can shield him from the world, from Kaeleena herself. The pain in Kaeleena’s chest sharpens, a dull ache that spreads through her like wildfire. She wants to scream, to beg Gaya to believe her, but the words get caught in her throat. “Gaya, please,” Kaeleena’s voice is barely a whisper now, her hands reaching out but stopping short of touching. The desperation in her voice is palpable, her eyes wide and pleading. “I was only trying to help.” In return, Gaya’s eyes are usually cold but they grew even colder with the years, mistrustful. “Help? Is that what you call it? I've seen you watch him like he's your little pet project. I know what you do to the animals in the forest you crazy psychopath, what now? You're going to do the same to him HUH? Cut him open?? See what's inside yeah? You think I don't know?!” Her voice is laced with venom, each word dripping with a contempt that cuts Kaeleena to the core. “Stay away from him, Kae. Just stay the fuck away for fuck sake.” And with that, Gaya turns, pulling Achilles with her as she heads for the door. Kaeleena’s hand drops to her side as she stands, frozen. Her chest tightens, a dull ache spreading through her, but she forces herself to remain steady, her hands clenched into fists and the room feels suddenly colder, emptier, empty. “I was only trying to help,” she whispers to the empty room, the words falling flat against the silence. She can’t understand why Gaya reacted the way she did, why she saw something sinister in what was only meant as care. The hurt threatens to surface, but Kaeleena forces it down, steeling herself against the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. The white swan stands there for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t quite grasp, emotions she’s not sure how to handle. The nursery, once a place of quiet care, now feels like a cage, the walls pressing in on her as if to mock her failed attempt at compassion. She won't cry. Not this time.

[pandoa]

PANDO YOUR MAN GROOVY IS HERE

HE IS HERE OMGOMGOMGOMG HI HELLO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVELY POOKIE <333

IT'S THE GOOD FARIES AAAA I LOVE IT BUT WHY DOES LILIA LOOK LIKE HE AS SOME KIND OF BEEF WITH THEM, HIS EYES LOOK SO MENACING 💀

BUT EITHER WAY MUAH MUAH MUAH HI LILIA I LOVE YOU YOUR FANGS ARE ADORABLE AS ALWAYS LET ME PAT YOU ON THE HEAD MY CUTE GRANDPA

[cerealmonster15]

GASLIGHTS U GASLIGHTS U IVE BEEN GASLIGHTING U GHIS WHOLE TIME 💡🔥💡🔥💡🔥💡🔥💡 THW MOON LANDING ISNT REAL JFK DODGED THE BULLET TAYLOR SWIFT IS BISEXUAL 👱🏻‍♀️🏳️‍🌈

[inaudiblesounds]

@coveitous sent 💬 and gets the twins:

"What a thing to say - and on our birthday!" They say in unison, with the same expression but with mannerism - Nikolena crosses arms over her chest while Alena rests her hand on her hip.

They could either be faking their vexed expressions or being 100% serious.

It's not their birthday, by the way.

[fingertipsmp3]

Guys I am fucking blasted

[neathyingenue]

6 and 11 for the oc ask ✨️

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Silvia's pretty trusting, as long as she doesn't have a specific reason to mistrust you. In general, any pretty girl could tell her anything and she'd be like "Yep sounds good!!" More specifically, she always listens to @thedandy-detective even if she doesn't always agree with how careless Brett can be with his safety. They met like the week after she got out of New Newgate, and he's never misled her yet.

But Silvia will never, ever listen to a constable. Nor her ne'er-do-well cousin, Winslow Velázquez, my twin's player character ;)

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

This sort of happened recently--after the Estival Event, she got some item (I forget which) that went for over 300 echoes, and she blew it all and then some on a Parabola-Linen Gown. So yeah, she'd spend a sizeable chunk on something ludicrous, redistribute some because of Revolutionary Guilt, and then save what she thinks is a sensible amount but really won't last her all that long.

[yeyayeya]

Thracia 776, but Ayra hid in Leonster (because she did get along with Quan), and therefore, Leif was raised alongside the twins. Seliph was raised with both Nordions. Thots?

(Sorry I was a bit busy earlier so apologies for not answering earlier)

Wait a sec, I am listening

I somehow forgot that convo between Ayra and Quan. So basically, Ayra and Lachesis switch places. This would add some more character development for the Nordion siblings and the Isaachian twins. Shannan thinking that his younger cousins were dead or gone, but wanting to search for them being his main goal. Larcei and Scáthach meeting their other relatives Mareeta and Galzus, and meeting Shannam and thinking he was their royal cousin.

It would definitely change some things, but I am lowkey interested in this now.

Wait now I am going to think about this for a while thanks bestie

[despairforme]

Catch Ulquiorra definitely not sneaking into Nnoitra's room late at night because he cannot get enough of this mantis.

Naturally, it was impossible to approach Nnoitra without him noticing. His senses were too sharp. He was hyper-sensitive to changes in reiatsu around him. He could tell that Ulquiorra was approaching his living quarters from the hallway. It was late at night. Not that Nnoitra followed a specific sleep schedule. A small grin settled on his face. It was obvious why Ulquiorra would visit him at night.

Nnoitra remained laying on the bed, arms behind his head, comfortably waiting for the Cuatro to enter the room. Was he a little bit smug about having the other come to him for sex? YEAH, of course. It was stroking his ego. He was going to bully Ulquiorra for being so needy. But - he was also going to give him what he wanted. The Cuatro came here to get fucked - so that was exactly what he was gonna get.