#And finally *Drumroll*

[ninadove]

💙 Clemmy Week - Day 5 💛

Friends to Lovers/Enemies to Lovers

-> Enemies to Friends to Lovers

“So I (29F) come back to London one day, and my friend/cousin/brother/former boss (43M) has taken in a terrorist (28M) and given him my job!!! And now that jerk has the audacity to say I am the one who needs to work on myself and take accountability for my past crimes??? Who the Hell does he think he is???

Anyways, we’re married now”

[iamrizaka]

there are more sketches with merman lee))

[nikkiissleepy]

birb

[userpreviouslyknownasbakudeku]

despite the circumstances, a truce holds just long enough to last through the night.

apparently refreshed from sleep, toga's previously gifted hatchet comes into play, chopping @livingtissue2 from the competition like a wannabe food network star. two remain standing in the name of bakudeku...

[fr3sh-c0rn]

I've never been good at gauging the quality of a show before lol (when I'd watch shows with people and they said that the show was running out of ideas or was lower quality I'd get very confused). Like people will complain and I'll see their (very valid) points (that I do agree with) and I don't really care? Like yeah it might not be a cinematic masterpiece but I enjoyed it and it was fun to watch

[fratalian-dinosaour]

the most fun thing about being under the trans umbrella is the name changes . whenever i make posts about me i would use "stories with asher" but now my names emmett . its actually so much fun bc i can see how long ive been on here . i dont remember the last time ive used the name asher but i still kept using it as my tag . no clue why but i kept it there . my first name was eren, then it was 2020 and i went down the noun for name rabbithole and it was fern, then i went to asher, then i started going by em in school (closest to b.n.) now im emmett because my friend grace started calling me emmett for fun and it sticked ! sometimes ill see friends who havent seen me in years and they'll call me asher and its HILARIOUS because its like a war flashback. i was crazy emo when i went by asher and now im fun and colorfull and silly and a major nerd! also i was obsessed with the lego movie as a kid and LOVED Emmet (first fixation) so . basically my life has made a full circle ! yay

beware of the yapping in the tags :3

[lyubochka]

i have 1 meal of solid food a day. the worst part is that its not financial insecurity causing this. its gross negligence on the part of people who control the financials in this household

[traditional-with-a-twist]

lx. Beauty and Her Beast

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The sea snake had run aground. 

Her ship smashed, her people scattered, bound and taken into captivity, Umihebi had never known such lows.

Essentially an opportunist, she had enjoyed the luxuries of her misdeeds, indulging in quick and casual violence to impose her will on anyone who thought of thwarting it.

Her real genius lay in evasion: a mix of cleverness and optimism that persisted when she found herself in the nastiest of scrapes.

It should have come as no surprise when she wriggled her way out of the crown’s clutches, because she was as slippery as her name.

...

She had not escaped unscathed, however. 

The princes and their people had made their mark: no longer could she boast herself infallible — here was the proof, and all her crew knew it, too.

Umihebi had slipped her shackles, but she knew herself a hunted woman, and she no longer trusted in the sea.

...

Instead she fled east, to the land she had abandoned as a child and never thought to set foot in again. 

She had fashioned herself in mockery of it, flaunting its every convention while retaining its trappings, making no secret of how she scorned the place — nor showing any enthusiasm for testing what might remain of its kindred affections for her.

True to character, the reversal in course did not trouble her.

She was a sly, shifting renegade, and here was a bolthole. Umihebi seized it as she would any other advantage.

...

Submitting to the land’s customs again, however — even only so far as to maintain her concealment — did little to sweeten Umihebi’s temper.

More given to grin than snarl, she was wont to flash out in anger only under pressure. The closer her enemies hemmed her in, the higher her fury climbed.

Trapped in the manor cave she had considered her impregnable refuse, she had been frothing in rage by the time defeat became undeniable. She had submitted; she had bowed herself in chains, but her anger had only banked, not abated.

The laconic grin had gone; vicious resentment smoldered in her every look.

...

One thought dominated her waking desires: to secure herself a nest, reclaim her immunity from the law by marking a place outside it to which she might always resort.

Before she could settle on somewhere, however, Umihebi wanted to be sure that she would not be pursued – that those who had smoked her from her previous den would not, could not come for her again.

She had hidden herself with her usual practicality, not according to taste or principle, but in the one place most likely to secure her: the private residence of a merchant who owed her his fortune. 

...

The damp greenery of his walled gardens, with their delicately curling vines, open-faced flowers, and clear pools, all proved he had made much of the opportunities she had given him.

He was wealthy —powerful, even, with a private army of sashed swordsmen who answered to his bidding, even as he had answered to her message.

Readily enough had he dispatched his men to guarantee her safe passage to his properties, where even the ruling powers of her native land would consider carefully before demanding entrance.

She knew enough about him to ruin him, after all: a long and sordid history, shared between them both, that would more than suffice to bring his little empire tumbling down around his ears.

For now, though, she did not choose that it should fall — she claimed it as shelter, only her due, yet dependent on her good will, in case he had forgotten.

...

All in all, the arrangement satisfied Umihebi’s insatiable demand that she and she alone hold the upper hand.

There would be no such compromise as to allow compromise; to her mind, negotiation was a swift and absolute assessment of which party possessed the might to crush the other — tested and proved by force, as necessary.

She may be a fugitive, a tolerated guest at best in this place, but the real power belonged with her. 

Most importantly, everyone knew it. 

...

Her tidy arrangement presented just a few small drawbacks. For one, skulking in bushes and courtyards was no life for a pirate queen. The twining lattices and twinkling fountains might enchant the eye and beguile the senses into believing the estates endless, but she felt the four walls making their enclosure as a dog knows when it is chained.

It was one thing to deliberately ground herself when she had a ship waiting to launch out over the waves so soon as she judged the horizon clear.

It was something else entirely when the foreseeable future held nothing but the stone and painted walls of the city.

...

Umihebi chafed to return to her native element, but the stronger instinct prevailed, as it always did with her: she chose self-preservation and would remain until the right opportunity presented itself. 

More provoking, then, was the price she paid for her familiarity with her host: he counted himself familiar with her, too.

“Viper!”

She did not bother to correct the name; to contest it would grant the deliberate error importance.

She only sat where she was, surrounded by the remnants of luncheon, her disinclination for unnecessary exertion turned indolent in her forced retirement.

...

The merchant’s lip curled as he approached. 

He liked to think himself above her, she knew; he had papered over his deeds with civility and high status, turned aside from the life of overt criminality as soon as it paid well enough to finance his entrance into other markets — though not above the occasional side-handed dealing, she was certain.

The Crab, she called him: more show than strength, incapable of advancing directly, yet quick enough when it served him. He preferred rather to burrow than fight, for all that he was powerful enough when roused.

She liked to think that a word from her would shatter the shell he had so carefully constructed around his treasures.

...

“Viper!” the merchant repeated, as he came upon her. “You try a man’s patience, my honored guest, for you know that you are very welcome here… and, of course, your loyal retainers… such as you might call them…”

She waited, examining his reflection in her wine glass. He would get to the point eventually.

“...but there are limits, my cunning friend, you must be reasonable…”

...

Umihebi yawned elaborately.

He sputtered, provoked. “A filthy vagabond!” the man choked. “A common thief — worse — on the threshold of my very chambers —”

She lowered the glass and examined him narrowly. “Oh? We have company?”

...

“No guest of mine, but you — your men —”

She rose, a spark of interest lighting her dull eye. “Show me,” Umihebi commanded.

“I? Not I, no servingman am I —”

“Then summon a servant,” she cut through his babble, “and show me to our uninvited guest.”

...

At the rear of the garden complex, where the lowliest of their society collected the refuse, a gaggle of her followers waited.

In their midst — bound, gagged, blindfolded — sagged a lean man with the look of hard use about him. He might not have kept his feet without the support of his captors.

Umihebi’s eyes narrowed. “What,” she spat, “can’t you dispose of the trash without my help?”

...

Her men shifted uneasily; they seemed to have entered suddenly on second thoughts. “He disrespected you, Captain,” one said at last.

“Then cut his tongue out and turn him onto the streets,” she shrugged.

“But—Captain—”

“What.”

“He—he knew you. And he was in Tanbarun.”

...

Her pupils narrowed to slits. White around the lips and nostrils, Umihebi strode forward and tore the hood off the prisoner.

His head lolled, and one eye was puffy, but Umihebi never forgot a face. She was in the business of selling them after all.

“Well, well,” she whispered, staring at a specter from the day that lived in her nightmares. “What have we here.”

[crocs-cringe-city]

...hi guys!

[sarcastic-clapping]

am i a joke to you? look me in the eyes.

[junkissed]

vampire!minghao halloween fic is up!!!

[dunmertwink]

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[eepysleepies]

god I love my weird ass dysfunctional family I love being the youngest child I love my reality show host dad I love my silly big bro who likes the other host better

I LOVE MY (not real) FAMILY!,!!!,!,!

[arolesbianism]

Ive been picking up a few new characters to fill out some side character roles in the dennie story and while that's been working out very well I also accidentally slipped and now I might have a new mini story oops

[a-bee-wizard]

This work week is going to be so bad

[kikizoshi]

Just found this a few days ago and I haven't been able to think about any other songs (or anything, really):