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[theatreribbons]

*she knocks on the door* gangle~! *she's excited, and holding the dress behind her*

(@ask-jaxy-boy)

*she opens the door and smiles when she sees jax* Jax!! hey! *she moves aside, letting her in*

[ask-pomni-things]

Elizabeth: *sees Ayuda talking to Pomni and watches until Ayuda leaves* Hmmm. *walks up to pomni* Hello, deary. You know An- Ayuda. Such a sweet dear *the last sentence seems to be forced*

uhm... yes-?

[fromtheberrybush]

beeeeerrry do you think if i were a fruit i'd be a sweet potato

@starsweremeantforfalling // drunk sig time

"I think you'd be lychee"

[builderbrotherspizza]

elliot!!! who are your most loyal customers at builder brothers pizza place?

‘‘Uh. The Mafia and ... I dunno who else.’’ - 🍕

[emberflit-alley-herald]

Do NOT rat me out on this.

He refused to give back my sweetmilk so I hit him where it hurt.

[molly-the-pokerescuer]

Really bad edit done by me!

Image text reads: [I bring a sort of "All pokémon are valuable regardless of their physical or behavioral traits" vibe to Rotomblr that competitive trainers don't really like]

[theautumnpicker]

@mystraguideme

It's his, by any rights. They'd taken an awfully long detour to find the book in the first place, and then it had been Astarion himself who had been sent to collect it, to carefully sever the connection between the pressure plate and the statues around it. Yet for all his effort— not to mention his very polite request— it was Gale who was rewarded with the treasure. And for what? It's undoubtedly just another bauble to him, the ravenous, power-mad fool.

Not that Astarion can really fault his ambition.

Of course, he showed no outward sign of his irritation. That wouldn't win him any points with their leader. Besides, he still had options. He meant to wait until they were at camp and swipe the thing while the others were eating. He even pitched his tent next to Gale's that night, watching the wizard closely as he set up all his worldly goods. Yet Gale seemed to keep the book with him, as if it were a bit of light reading he wanted to settle down with on a full belly.

So, giving up on his first plan, Asterion joined the group at supper after all, smiling and joking to disguise his poor appetite for the sort of food they have to offer. He went to bed directly afterwards, but he can't sleep, whether or not he wants to. Thoughts of the book invade his mind, almost calling out to him with the power it has to offer him. There has to be something in the pages of that tome that he can use against Cazador, or even just use for himself. Something to make his condition permanent, beyond the grace of these damned tadpoles that everyone else seems in such a rush to remove. He imagines returning home to his old master, telling him what he'd discovered and promising to share the secret— for surely even Cazador would envy his power now— only to watch him burn and writhe in the sun.

That does it. He is getting that damned book.

Astarion sits up and raises the flap of his tent, peering out and seeing to his satisfaction that all the others are asleep, or at the very least in their little beds, oblivious to all the world. He half crawls outside, keeping low to the ground in a prowl, as he steals over to Gale's tent and listens outside, ceasing to breathe as he listens for the sounds of the wizard's own breathing inside. He feels hungry suddenly, but whether he hungers for the knowledge close at hand or for the blood he can smell under Gale's skin as he stalks his quarry is hard to say.

The hunger makes him impatient. Astarion doesn't wait until he can hear that breathing slow, until he's sure Gale is fast asleep. Instead, he enters quickly and quietly, not even looking at the wizard at first as he scans the entirety of his surroundings in rapid search for his heart's desire. Even if the book remains on Gale's person now, Astarion fully intends to take it for his own.

[notavampire-carenthusiast]

"hungry again...."

[baffoonofthestreets]

*He's wandering through the park, adjusting his scarf absentmindedly because of the cold.*

-@sorrowful-sheep

Dazai is woefully underdressed and eyeing the scarf

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where are my other fire ghouls??? Or like...any older ghouls??? I miss my old pack....

[ask-jax-things]

”just going to inform you, your wish was overwritten by @askyourauntierosie”

NOOOO—

I CALL TO THEE ALMIGHTY MOE

[theatreribbons]

*walks up to her door, then knocks* OPEN UP

- @ask-jax-things

OKAY OKAY JEEZ- *she gets up and opens the door, immediately having the urge to shut it when she sees jax* ..what do you want?

[ask-pomni-things]

*whispering to himself* i’m not doing this because gangle told me to >:( *lets out a sigh before knocking on the door* hey pom?

- @ask-jax-things

*in the corner of the room in the dark, writing in her diary before hearing him knock and flinching, but doesn't get up to open the door*

[fromtheberrybush]

Berry's dragging some logs and old dusty paper by the river

[builderbrotherspizza]

‘‘BE QUIET! YOU CAN'T BE SPEAKING RIGHT NOW.’’ - 🍕

OHNO

The unpleasant virus came for you!

*There is a unpleasant in front of your house, at the door*

h e l l o

‘‘What are you?? Why are you on my front porch?????’’ - 🍕