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[fruitsxdreams]

"I LIVED BITCH!"

[losojos-decupido]

PSA: I KILL BAD FATHERS

[avrorean]

@valorcorrupt. 🎬 ↳ clips of the past (accepting!)

The girl had never truly felt cold before. Her house had always been a warm place, fit snugly on one of Nevarra’s layered hills with its bright blue door and the orange trees that grew outside her window, where she took naps to the sound of the rolling of the sea in the middle of the day. But there had been no orange trees once the Templars brought her across the ocean, and the sun had felt like it had lost all of its warmth.

Instead, it had just felt wet, which made the persistent cold even worse. It hadn’t rained, but the fog that had settled over the dark ground hadn’t lifted for days and had only ever grown worse once they reached the lake. The girl sniffled – whether from cold or the threat of new, miserable little tears it was hard to say – tugging the scratchy old blanket tighter around herself as another violent shiver shook her tiny body. That, at least, had garnered her the attention of the old man who had lent it to her, looking up from his place currently rowing the boat. 

(“Don’t you worry now, li’il one. Won’t be much longer now and that tower’ll have ya bundled up warm an’ proper. Promise from ol’ Kester.”) 

The little girl blinked her wide, wet eyes up at him. The old man’s smile was friendly, but it was no good despite his intent. The girl had barely started reading in her own language before she’d been taken, and she hardly understood a word of the common tongue as of yet. If she had caught one word in twenty when someone spoke to her mother or father, it was a success, and the old man’s accent was impossibly thick. The only person she could get any thought across to was her escort, Templar Alban; he wasn’t a cruel guardian, but he was cold. Cold as the lake and the wind and this hard green country, and despite speaking plain Nevarran, he didn’t seem to want to talk to her much at all unless he needed to. Not even to tell her what the old man had said. It had stopped disappointing her during the early days of the voyage, shortly after she’d finally stopped crying.

But the old man hadn’t been wrong, at least insofar as Alban would have known; the boat ride hadn’t taken too much longer before the knock of wood against the dock signaled their arrival, and the armored man lifted her out of the little wooden dinghy and, for once, carried her the rest of the way inside. His armor’s cold, too, the child thought as the large wooden doors parted before them.

Inside was indeed warmer, and reactively the girl shuddered in the Templar’s arms with relief as the warm air worked itself right away to combating the cold in her bones, but even that hadn’t dissuaded the rise of fear at the number of armored men waiting within the grey halls. There were only a dozen or so, but to her, it felt like a hundred. Cold and faceless in their helmets and still like statues. Just like the ones that chased mama, she thought, shrinking back into Alban’s arms. Even if he was a Templar too, at least he was familiar.

Alban clearly hadn’t felt the same, however. Gently, but unsympathetically, her templar escort peeled her off and sat her feet-first on the ground, pulling the scratchy blanket the old man had given her away and leaving her standing before two more old, bearded men. One was hard-faced and armored, the other in colorful robes that reminded her of the bright rugs in her house and laugh lines at his eyes beneath his long hair. 

“Hush now.” It had felt like forever since Alban had last said more than a few words to her, much less in her own tongue, so the girl stared up at him with a jump. “Do not cause a fuss. This is the last of it, so behave yourself.” 

(“Maker be praised for your safe return, Templar Alban. This is the mage from Nevarra?”) 

Though he addressed her escort, the Old Templar’s unflinching eyes had fallen firmly onto her, watchful and analytical, as though he’d found an animal in the woods and was debating on whether or not it would try and bite him. The little girl shrank beneath it and backed away several steps until she felt the light touch of Alban at her back, holding her in place.

(“Do not intimidate the poor girl, Greagoir. By your templar’s accounts, the journey has been an ordeal.”) The old man with a long beard chastised, which only made the Old Templar’s scowl deepen. (“Be welcome to your new home, █ █ █ █ █.”)

Alban translated the last part for her this time. The girl bit her lip sullenly, digging her chilled fingers into her muddied skirt and said nothing. The Bearded Man merely smiled in a way that seemed like understanding, before turning back to the Old Templar to mutter sharp words together. The girl didn’t think she wanted to know what they were arguing about. Instead her big purple eyes wandered the walls of her new environment. Tall and grand, yes, with its high walls that had no pictures or tapestries and bars on the few windows she could see. 

Colorless. Dull. 

She hated this. She wanted to go home, to her mother and father and her little baby brother, who’d just started to crawl. To take a nap by her window with the orange tree and sneak figs from the big bowl in the kitchen. She wanted to feel her mother’s arms around her. The feeling of her father’s tightly wrapped hair beneath her fingers when he sat her on his shoulders, and the way he’d securely hold her legs to keep her from falling. Every time she asked Templar Alban when they could go back, he ignored her, which had only amplified her cries and tantrums on the ship, which Alban had simply let run their course by herself until she was too tired to cry anymore. The girl didn’t think she had anymore tears to cry, but as these strange, cold people talked around her, she felt them burn the corners of her eyes again. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

(“... the reidentification forms on my desk. Is that necessary? The child is-”)

(“Blame the girl’s family, Irving, not I.”)

Another sniffle, unbidden, snapped the attention of the Old Templar and the Bearded Man back to her. She shrank again. The two conferred again, quieter this time, and made a motion to the Templars she couldn't quite understand, but they clearly knew what to do.

Templar Alban nudged her again, giving a quiet command to walk to one of the vestibules by the door. As her tiny feet shuffled three steps for every one of his long, armored strides, she found herself distracted briefly by the intricate webbing of vine-line bars that caged it off from the rest of the room. It had been the first thing the girl might have called pretty.

But the hint of wonder was brief. When the Old Templar and the Bearded Man approached her again, it had felt as though all the coldness from without had come flooding back inside. She didn’t know why, but the Old Templar had begun to recite something; what it was, she couldn’t have begun to say, but she noticed that Templar Alban had stood straighter, his hands locked firmly behind his back in a soldier’s respect. And then they’d started pulling things out of a velvet lined box that another, faceless templar had brought them: a vial, a wooden medallion-like circle covered in strange writing, and something sharp. 

Terror seized her then, as the Old Templar’s recitation made the strange and scary objects begin to glow, but Templar Alban had a firm grip on her tiny wrist, keeping her palm stretched out no matter how hard she tried to wiggle free from his metal grip. She ignored the Bearded Man’s attempt to soothe her, thrashing and whimpering in the Templar’s hold. She could get out. She had to get out. If she could just run back out the door, the kind old man with the boat had to take her across, right? He could row her all the way back home, she bet. He had a boat and these faceless, armored men didn’t. But Alban held her firm. The words she wanted to plea wouldn’t come, but as the strange device glowed red, the whimpering was more than sufficient a plea to get across. The Templar was unmoved, but had the decency to look uncomfortable.

“Hold still,” he said quietly as the Bearded Man and the Old Templar approached her with their sharp and glowing things, finished with their chanting. “It will only hurt for a second.”

[travelthetrailblaze]

@beginngsining

"Makes me glad that I got connections to get ourselves a room fer the night..."

Boothill would have to thank the Astral Express crew for actually finding them a place in The Reverie Hotel of all things, despite that...well, his first time here wasn't exactly a good welcome. However, he was glad that trailblazer managed to clear things up.

The ranger then tipped his hat before looking at Kaia and grinned, "Anyways, since you did say you didn't really have a place to stay, figured as a gentleman, it is only right to offer you a room," He stated with another charming smile.

[fruitsxdreams]

"Of course I do! Suzume Mizuno is the name, yoooooo."

"That's a good flavor too. You got a name?"

[cupidbedsy]

OKAY OKAY !

what are all of your au's fave things to do at christmas timeee?

ooo okay! i honestly think most of these are going to correlate with what their fics are about.

so luke and phi is ice skating.

con and vi's is looking at christmas lights (plus with their anniversary being two days after christmas it would also be just buying each other presents).

jamie and bella's is decorating but a close second is baking cookies.

adam and eve's is also baking cookies along with their gingerbread houses.

molly, will, and gabe's is ofc watching christmas movies

jack and cassie's aren't huge fans of christmas in the sense that there's too much going on. so their favorite thing is to just spend time with each other with how much cassie has off from school.

chloe and trevor's is singing. anytime someone mentions christmas caroling, or christmas karaoke, they are jumping on that opportunity.

and luke and sab's is the snow! they love going out and having snowball fights, espeically with their competitive spirits.

[einwish]

Morning dawns.

In a certain boy's bedroom at the Itadori House, a suspicious lump lies beneath the bedding. As the weak rays of winter sun warms into something richer, the bump in the blanket rises and falls in regular intervals with every breath of its occupant.

Beneath the quilts, an incubator is sleeping.

⋆˚🐾˖ @kleinstar ⊹ . ݁˖ .

[kalihanded]

❝ My prince, are you enjoying yourself with the festivities thus far ? Should I retrieve anything for you in the meantime ? Please, let me know how ever I can continue for this night to bring you contentment. ❞

⤿ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 . / @pncsma

[fruitsxdreams]

"Sure. We can do that. We can figure out what to do from there." Suzume smiled. "So, it is your first time in this city? Well, I'm new here too." Suzume attempted to start a conversation to make things less awkward. "I came here to seek new opportunities. My life back in my old hometown just got too boring for my taste and I feel like I was suffocating, ya know? Once I arrived at this city, I felt free and I could breathe again. It's funny how fate plays out."

"Someone who has a problem with us probably. The only thing is I can't even think of who or why. I haven't aggravated anyone. Then again I guess my existence does that on it's own."

Eventually standing up, she offers Suzume a hand to help her up too. "I have some headache medicine back at the house if you stop by I can give you some. I'm gonna need some myself anyway. Whoever it was though we'll find out eventually. And I'm fine, just a little sore. I'll manage."

[fruitsxdreams]

@ask-dark-monita​ ( Immature Frieza)

“Hey,  Immature Frieza! I got a gun with your name on it! Happy New Years. Tee hee hee hee hee....BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” 

[thyunalloyed]

Boops you and runs away!

[losojos-decupido]

...iiiiiis now a good time to plug the rumor mill?

[avrorean]

@theshirallen. [ approval ] - ian volunteers to be the one to go into the Fade after connor in redcliffe ↳Approval memes (not accepting)

Nanna knows by heart now how many days it takes to travel from Redcliffe to the Tower; she had spent more than enough time practicing the route when she'd been hunched over a map with Alistair in clumsy attempts to parse out how to navigate it. But here, as she stood before the dais of the arl of Redcliffe with near a dozen mages standing at the ready, watching her for the signal to proceed, Nanna found she couldn't remember when exactly they'd gotten back. After that first night out of the Tower, everything had been a blur of footfalls and murmured reassurances to the group that followed her. Had the trip been slower this time? Had she slept? She wasn't sure. She still wasn't sure she was even awake right now.

"Nanna?" The soft voice broke through the white noise of her thoughts and the empty stare at the ritual site, similar if not the same as the Harrowing, to look at Ian. "You don't have to go back in the Fade. I can-"

"You needn't do that." Her tone was sharp and dull all at once, turning back only briefly to look at him without really looking. She watched him press his lips together, contemplating. From the corner of her eye, she saw Irving looking her over, sombre, but nodding. It was ready. The question to be asked was, was she? Nanna didn't think she wanted the answer.

"You are still recovering from..." The words stuck in her throat. They knew, they both knew, but Nanna couldn't say it. It was still too fresh, and if she let a single thought sit upon it, the emotional sticks holding back the dam of her grief would crumble and cripple her. They wouldn't be able to count on her. So she forced her eyes forward. She didn't need to wait, didn't need a second opinion, didn't need someone else to pick up her slack. She needed to do. She was fine. It was fine. What was one more demon to stare down with their hands in a mage? What was one more time lost in the fade? Nothing. Nothing.

Connor wouldn't be like the others in the bones of the Tower.

This one wouldn't die.

"I can endure the ritual, Ian. Thank you."

Nanna Disapproves (but will appreciate it later)

[travelthetrailblaze]

@beginngsining

Continued from HERE~!

"Honestly, you can try," He smiled a little as he was holding himself as cool as a cucumber, but he knew he'll break eventually. After all, Kaia was a beautiful woman and her charm makes her ten times more lethal when it comes to saying sweet word. Oh boy...

[cupidbedsy]

➪ walking on sunshine { luke hughes x ophelia rae zegras } ; where ophelia zegras and luke hughes are friends first and lovers last

➪ flowers { connor bedard x violet anne fantilli } ; where violet fantilli runs into connor bedard on his draft day and they find love at first sight

➪ once in nine lives { moritz seider x aubrey nicole debrincat } ; where aubrey debrincat and moritz seider sleep together... and then do it eight more times

➪ and they were roommates { jamie drysdale x bella elizabeth hughes } ; where bella hughes does a favor for her best friend not knowing she would end up falling for her roommate

➪ baby bear { evelyn 'baby bear' brooke hughes (x adam fantilli) } ; where the hughes brothers do their best to help their little sister navigate in the world and then he comes along

➪ the film effect { will smith x molly bennett x gabe perreault } ; where molly bennett has a bunch of meet cutes with will smith and gabe perreault and the rest is history

➪ champagne coast { cassanova 'cassie' grey x jack hughes } ; where cassanova 'cassie' grey and jack hughes are in the messiest relationship but can't help themselves

➪ ice bound { trevor zegras x chloe michelle hughes } ; where chloe hughes falls for her brother's best friend, and things don't go as planned

➪ up all night { luke hughes x sabrina leanne porter } ; where sabrina porter is jack hughes' biggest fan and ends up falling in love with his little brother

[einwish]

Small, short, and very much grounded, the Incubator cranes his neck to look up at the man towering above him and exposes the tragic truth:

§ No, I can't fly. §

§ But if you wished hard enough, one day it might come true! §

⋆˚🐾˖ @roshield ⊹ . ݁˖ .