#Cannon in a way

[nightmarenova-writer]

~Story Drabble Pt.7~

(P.S. this is something of a draft for my project that I briefly mentioned in my pinned comment, I kinda impulsively decided to type this down because its been driving me a bit crazy due to how much I could work with this. And since by the time March comes around, this’ll be my 2nd year of constant and detailed planning with taking stuff out and putting stuff in. And I’m hoping by next year or by December I’ll have enough to start posting my stuff. BUT there is one important detail with my project. It’s actually a large scale fan-fic that’s gonna have roughly 10-11(?) parts or “installments” so if that isn’t your thing then you don’t have to feel obligated to read these okay? If its not your cup of tea, then no hard feelings. Also just a heads up my grammar might be a bit sucky. Even as a native English speaker my grammar does go down when I don’t write for a while! But I hope you enjoy this! Without further ado, lets get to it!)

—Also this one is a long one, so buckle up and get ready for the ride! Might be a bit confusing at some parts but i tried to make it make sense lol. Enjoy!!—

When I came to, there was nothing around me. Not in the sense of it just being pitch black and void of signs of anything, but literally nothing. No noise, no air, not one tree or silhouettes, not even color. Just…nothing.

‘Where am I?’, I couldn’t help but think.

After all, the last thing I remember was laying down on my brand new bed I just managed to get and conking out. The gentle sound of the wind blowing the trees limbs, and the delightful soft, fluffiness of my blankets engulfing my small frame. Laying snug against the wall facing my bedroom’s door. As I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence and chance to get a full nights rest.

But now I’m here. Alone, in a place that even though I know I’ve never been to, seems so painfully familiar. And no matter how much I called out or tried to find anything, anyone there was nothing. Alone…I was alone. Where am I? Where is this? Why am I here? What is happening?!

No matter how many times I asked I didn’t receive an answer. Alone. I was utterly alone.

‘Someone…anyone…please someone answer me!!’, I screamed helplessly in my mind.

I don’t want to be alone. Please, I just want a sign. A voice, a color, a tree or flower, a person, it doesn’t matter. Just give me a sign!

L̶o̷n̵e̴l̷y̸.̷ ̶I̴’̸m̷ ̵s̴o̵ ̴l̷o̵n̵e̸l̴y̵.̸ ̶W̸h̸y̵ ̷i̸s̸n̴’̶t̷ ̸t̵h̸e̷r̷e̵ ̴a̸n̷y̶t̵h̶i̸n̷g̵ ̸h̶e̶r̵e̴?̸ ̷W̴h̴y̵ ̷a̶m̶ ̶I̶ ̵a̵l̶l̵ ̷a̸l̸o̸n̸e̸?̸ ̵I̷ ̵c̷a̸n̶’̸t̵ ̶e̶v̵e̸n̷ ̸r̷e̵m̷e̷m̶b̶e̸r̶ ̴h̷o̶w̴ ̶I̶ ̷c̴a̸m̶e̴ ̵t̷o̵ ̷b̷e̶.̶ ̵S̴o̷ ̵w̸h̷y̴?̵…̷A̸h̶ ̴I̵ ̴s̵e̶e̷…̷s̵o̴ ̵t̵h̸i̵s̵ ̷i̸s̴…̵b̴u̸t̵ ̴h̷o̴w̶?̴

‘Who’s there?! How are you here!?’

D̸o̶n̷’̴t̸ ̶w̸o̶r̶r̶y̷,̴ ̷l̶i̸t̸t̷l̸e̴ ̴o̶n̶e̸.̷ ̵I̶’̵m̴ ̶h̸e̶r̴e̷ ̷t̶o̷ ̴h̸e̶l̸p̵.̴ ̸A̷n̸d̷ ̴w̷h̵o̷ ̶I̴ ̴a̷m̵…̵i̷s̷ ̵n̴o̵t̷ ̶i̸m̴p̸o̵r̴t̷a̷n̷t̷ ̸r̶i̸g̴h̷t̵ ̶k̸n̴o̷w̵.̴ ̷N̴o̸t̷ ̸y̴e̷t̶.̶

‘You…what do you mean? Why are you lonely? Why….’

D̷o̶n̵’̸t̷ ̵f̷r̵e̴t̵,̶ ̶y̵o̷u̴r̷ ̶a̴n̸s̵w̸e̴r̶s̶ ̶w̷i̵l̶l̶ ̸c̵o̵m̷e̶ ̷i̵n̷ ̵t̴i̷m̵e̸.̷ ̸H̵e̴r̶e̷ ̵t̷a̸k̴e̷ ̸m̷y̷ ̷h̵a̷n̴d̵ ̶I̷’̶l̵l̴ ̵l̶e̵a̶d̷ ̸y̸o̷u̵ ̵a̶w̴a̶y̸ ̴f̷r̵o̶m̴ ̸t̵h̶i̶s̶ ̷p̴l̸a̸c̸e̶,̸ ̸a̸n̵d̸ ̷b̴a̷c̷k̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̴y̷o̸u̸r̷ ̸h̶o̵m̸e̴.̴ ̶T̴o̶ ̸y̵o̷u̵r̷ ̴f̴r̷i̶e̷n̷d̵s̸,̷ ̶y̸o̸u̸r̸ ̵l̵o̷v̶e̶d̷ ̴o̶n̵e̷s̷.̷

Then, just like a higher being answered my prayers, a hand reached out to me. A small, fragile hand that waited for me to place mine in theirs greeted me. Their skin was pale, and when I looked up to see who this person was. I was met with a blank, white silhouette. No features, or details to show who this hand belonged to.

Even when I knew I should be cautious, be afraid, to be on guard. I couldn’t bring myself to. It was strange, it felt like I was somehow looking in a mirror. Myself but not myself. A feeling of a connection that I shouldn’t have discovered just yet. That the right time wasn’t now, but further in the future…

This person didn’t mean me any harm. But the aura around this person…was so sad, so lonely, so desperate, and resigned. My heart clenched at the sheer despair they where openly showing, the heart break, the grief, and the self-deprecation. I could see it all. I wanted nothing more than to hug this person, give them words of comfort, of self worth, of saying that it wasn’t their fault, it never was.

This person was featureless, but they didn’t need features or words for me to see. I just knew, even without their aura, I just somehow knew. Me, but not me. A mirror. I didn’t even know I had started crying until they pointed it out, voice filled with tender worry.

W̴h̵y̷ ̴a̸r̵e̴ ̶y̷o̵u̸ ̵c̶r̶y̵i̵n̴g̶ ̵l̷i̸t̸t̷l̷e̴ ̶o̸n̶e̵?̸ ̸

Placing my hands against my eyes, I could feel the waterfall tears fall down my face in big globs. Surprising me as to how much I was crying, more than as to why. I knew why, but I also didn’t. Frustration welled up, but also sympathy I held for them. It was like they where the other side to me, another side of the coin, the reflection of me I would see in the mirror every day I would wake up and get ready for another morning.

‘A-ah! I…I can’t help it. I don’t truly know why, but when I look at you I can’t really help but cry. It’s strange just how much it feels like I’m looking at myself in some way, that’s mainly why.’

Feeling the caress of a hand against my cheeks, brushing away the tears. I moved my hands from my face in favor of gazing at their face, lightly placing my hand on top their own, holding it in silent understanding. Blank, but was somehow still expressive, speaking not in words, or facial expressions, or the light in their eyes. But with a simple touch, and the aura they held said it all.

Lonely….they said they where lonely. Something I’m all too familiar with, but overcame with the bonds I made with others. Why are they so lonely? Why do they hurt so? I didn’t know, and I also knew they wouldn’t tell me why until it was time. I don’t want to leave them here alone. They shouldn’t have ever felt these awful emotions in the first place, but there was no changing what they had been through.

Was there truly no way to help them? To make them feel that they’re not truly alone? I racked my brain for any solution, any possible answer but there was none. As if there was already no possibility in the first place, that this person right in front of me already used that chance and was left as their current self.

But how do I known this? I’m sure I shouldn’t know this, and I’m already treading on dangerous territory the longer I stay in this place. Even now, my train of thought is changing, adding things to my thoughts as they come to me.

…I don’t care though. All I care about for is this person in front of me. Their touch is cold, when they speak it sounds lightly scrambled, their hand is soft yet has muscle. Committing all of these sensations to memory, although it would no doubt be locked away for the future.

I̴t̴’̶s̶ ̵a̶l̴r̷i̴g̷h̵t̷,̴ ̶t̷h̴e̷r̷e̴’̴s̸ ̵n̷o̶ ̴n̷e̴e̶d̷ ̸t̵o̸ ̸c̴r̶y̶.̴ ̸I̸t̸’̷s̵ ̶t̶i̴m̶e̶ ̸f̵o̸r̴ ̸y̷o̸u̴ ̴t̴o̶ ̷g̴o̸ ̵h̶o̷m̸e̸.̶ ̷I̴ ̶h̷o̶p̴e̶ ̷t̷o̶ ̴s̷e̸e̵ ̸y̷o̵u̶ ̴w̸h̶e̷n̸ ̷t̴h̸e̶ ̴t̸i̶m̵e̷ ̴i̵s̸ ̵r̶i̸g̵h̷t̶.̶

‘Wait please, don’t let me leave you all alone again!’

I̴’̸m̸ ̷n̸e̷v̵e̵r̸ ̷t̸r̷u̵l̸y̴ ̶a̷l̸o̶n̵e̴,̴ ̴n̴o̸t̸ ̸w̵h̵e̵n̶ ̸I̷’̸m̸ ̸h̴e̴r̴e̵…̶.̵f̷a̶r̵e̷w̶e̵l̵l̸ ̵m̸y̵ ̸@̷$̷%̸#̴&̸!̸%̷!̵&̷.̴

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“Pa…wa…u! P…ge…w..ke…p! Page wake up!”

I woke up gasping for air, my lungs burning in need to the blessing of one of life’s driven forces. My body shaking, throat aching in protest, and my cheeks wet from the tears I shed in my sleep. Finally recognizing the feeling of hands pressed firmly on my shoulders, I looked at the person who woke me up with wide eyes.

“Hey, are you okay? Me and @#%! heard you crying from our room.”

“Oh, I’m sorry @!#$&%!^. I just…had a bad dream?”

“A bad dream? Do you want to talk about it? I wont mind if you don’t want to either of course. I don’t want to make you talk about it if you don’t want to. After all bad dreams suck.”

I chuckled at @!#$&%!^’s response. They always found a way to make me laugh, even it was unintentional. That’s the kind of person they are, I’m glad they’re my friend.

“Well I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Since I can’t even remember what the hell went on in it.”

“Well, that’s good I guess? I don’t know what else to say really since you don’t remember it. But do you want to go back to sleep or do you want to stay up for a bit to drink some hot cocoa to calm down?”

“Mmmm, I should try to go back to sleep. After all, we have the !@#&*@%@!#% !@#%$ to go to later on today.”

“Ah your right! Well I’ll go back to my room, goodnight Page. Sleep well.”

Before they could leave I grabbed onto the back of their shirt. I don’t want to be alone, I don’t think I could handle being alone right now. Even though I don’t remember my dream, I could still feel the powerful feeling of loneliness that came from it. As well as the feeling of being powerless. Two emotions I absolutely hate experiencing, as the memories attached to them are memories I wish I was able to erase completely.

Regardless, those moments made me who I am today, made me stronger. Made me more determined to protect my people. Even then, there are times where even I need comfort. Although I try to not let it show, I break down, I cry, I hurt too, away from their eyes.

Back then i wouldn’t even think of seeking comfort for these moments, my burdens, my promises, my duties. But now….I’m slowly beginning to let myself lean on my loved ones shoulders in times I need it. After all this time my older siblings told me that it’s alright to lean on others for comfort, to let them hold me as i cry, and tell me it’ll be alright. I’m slowly, but surely letting myself be more open, this moment being one more to add to my memories.

“Wait! Can you…do you think you could stay with me? I don’t…I don’t want to be alone right now…please.”, I whimpered.

A soft sigh was the response @!#$&%!^ gave me, small smile plastered on their face as they gave me a nod, “Yeah I can do that, let me get !@#& and well go to sleep alright?’

“Okay, bring a extra blanket with you too.”

“Hai hai.”

Watching @!#$&%!^ leave my room for theirs I laid back down in my spot against to wall, curled into the cool surface as i waited for them to come back. Listening to the soft murmurs and rustling come from their room, next door to mine. A small smile made its way to my face as I saw @!#$&%!^ come back into my room with !@#& in their arms, a royal blue blanket draped over their shoulder.

Scooting a bit more into the wall, as they place !@#& down on the bed first, before climbing in themself. Shuffling a bit to get comfortable, and turning to face me once they did. The air was soft, filled with comfort and warmth. It made me feel safe, made me feel like everything was going to be okay for the rest of the night. Reaching my hand out I latched me hand onto theirs, intertwining our fingers as I gave their hand a squeeze in thanks. They squeezed back, that small smile still on their face as i closed my eyes once more.

This time I wasn’t scared of anything that could happen inside my dreams. After all I have them next to me to make sure i don’t. I trust they will wake me if I do once more.

Once again i fell into the grasps of sleep, unaware of the soft, endearing look my friend held on their face as they watched me fall back asleep without any problem. Silently cheering that I didn’t put a strong front to hide my suffering. And was opening up with letting them comfort me whenever i needed it. They would have to let the others know about this, after all this was a big step not only for me, but for them too, and our ever blooming relationships.

[proxycrit]

Linktober day 10: the fire temple

Ghosts cry too, you know.

(The desecration of a loved one vs the undying determination to help preserve the future… a tale as old as time memorial. The sage of fire had sealed himself in his temple, preserving his soul in preparation for the day Rauru’s seals were to break with Mineru’s technology. But the Malice does what it does best— corrupt and twist, until nothing was left except a dying wish.)

Unfortunately, nobody knows ancient Goronese. So that story’s sort of going right over their heads and nailing rauru’s weepy ghost in the skull.

This au is called Familiar Familiar, and is totk without the time travel! I’m basically building my own lore at this point.

Patreon!

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[http-wolfstar]

"Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so."

[its-elioo]

I CAVED IN 🗣️

Never expected to make a Poppy Playtime OC but here we are! This is Celine, Ci for short! Prefers to express her emotions through actions, too tired to give a damn, very caring (literary the mom friend)

I call this the uhh... "Operation: Staying Alive" AU??

Basically, Ci adopts three living toys and officially becomes a parent :>

Screw the cannon, Dogday joins the girl squad! He is safe and all patched up 👏🏻

Their relationships are purely platonic so please no shipping.

Bonus:

[dannypocalipse]

Sleepy Danny after full Phantom-mode night

I had to redo this pic so many times, but I finished it!! Finally :D

Really like the colours on this art, guess I just enjoy softness???

[fireflysugarpie]

I think it would be funny if Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu decided to get married, not for tax purposes per se, but for marriage/sex curse immunity. secretly, of course ;)

why would they do this, you may ask? why wouldn't they? excluding aphrodisiacs, there are plenty of curses and/or magical objects just laying around the SVSSS world just waiting for an unsuspecting Peak Lord to trip over them. And since Shen Qingqiu has decided to travel to see all the worldbuilding and cool flora/fauna he missed out on in the original PIDW, he's dragging Shang Qinghua along with him for the ride. Of course, they would need protection against the more serious afflictions they could catch or be caught by, and getting married was the perfectly logical solution!

and if they ended up getting sex-pollened and needed to rail each other anyway? if they both said no-homo after, then it didn't count! and if they had started to sleep in the same bed and woke up in each other's arms, that's because it's cheaper than getting separate rooms! Who cared that Shang Qinghua started to sleep over at Shen Qingqiu's peak when they were both back at the sect? And brought him gifts and food? And that he reciprocated? They were obviously just hanging out as friends.

And friends are supposed to be affectionate and show care towards each other! They're the only transmigrators in this world, so they need to stick together! Watching the other jerk off can be a bonding activity, you know!

And if Shen Qingqiu noticed one day that they stopped saying no-homo? They already know they aren't gay, so it would be redundant to keep saying it. Carding your fingers through your fake (real) husband's hair while he lays in your lap and complains about the merchant's trying to weasel out of a deal with the sect is completely straight behavior!

[cry-ptidd]

Bang bang bang ‼️

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

how do wavewave kiss if shockwave has no mouth

I know this question has been answered before, but the idea is too cute that it bears repeating.

[aychama]

Crossing paths.

[trappednyourheart]

The wrong DNA test

( what if, Sheila wasn't really Jason's mother? The system is already corrupted, then what about the test?).

A huge brawl containing every rogue had started at the time of Halloween, causing the people from downtown to fled there home's as joker had clownized the whole neighborhood with his goon's.

Every bats had taken to groups to take out the three parts of Gotham's as the rogue's had started to make alliances, some had lasted quite long while had conflicts, and causing a big damage to Arkham asylum,

It didn't take long before they captured all of them, none of the bats questions as they observed Jason glowing green eyes starting to flick, they thought it was the pit again, growing wary of the cooperation, but Crime alley was involved and that mean business to Red hood's turf.

Catherine todd love her son as her own even if not biological, Jason knew that. But her thing with drugs couldn't make her stop.

Sometimes after that, they could hear Jason humming a tune,a nice melody from Damian's statement saying that Jason muttered to him “ lullaby” as Jason continued to read his book, maybe it could be from Catherine,

they knew how Jason's past with Catherine todd, his mom even if not related, Catherine loves her son like her own kid but her doing drugs and... overdosing couldn't be stop.

Maybe Jason just remembered his mother maybe reminiscing atleast something familiar...even if it was a bad time.

Jason had constantly have been hearing a woman's? Man's? Voice, singing him a lullaby...it soothing, like as if he known and loved this melody...and that's where the dreams kept coming, there was a person, giving him kisses, Talkin to him stories, singing him lullabies and soothing him, he could dream that he was actually a baby, a baby from a normal couple, well don't count the luxurious baby room.

Jason had took out a conspiracies why he was getting this dreams, ( he swears he's not becoming Tim) and voices, maybe like a misshapen memories from the pits of victims? No it's to peaceful for that, maybe magic? He already contacted Constantine but surely hang up after knowing who it was-

Just how is he getting this dreams? Unless it wasn't.... So he proved again his point, he started a DNA test, again but none had records...of Sheila being his biological mother...that was weird, last time he had a test was from the time as robin..and before his-

So he went to that hospital who had said where Sheila had given birth to him, and most of shock is that no one knows a mother giving birth named Sheila haywood but had a document of a baby, of one Jason jay nightingale, the most believing part was that it's the same day he was born in.

His mother, Daniel F. Nightingale was said to be trans as the doctor who help his mother safely delivered him, And saying that his mother loved him,

one Sheila Haywood had the constant trick to get him and taken him as his own, because his mother's family was a wealthy one they practically sold him to her.

Jason had thought that maybe his mother's family never wanted him to have a son with a man from Gotham's crime alley.

Meanwhile Danny had just been YEETED to the DC universe before the start of Batman's justice thing and had been adopted by a very wealthy fruit loops couple as there kid, so he stayed as the couples daughter even pretending, because he owed ghost writer a favor for the last time, and as DC universe exist so it's story, and one thing for sure the child he had to give birth in this universe has a very complicated fate,

he did the one night stand from his supposed friend Willis Todd? He had to befriend him as Dalia F. nightingale the supposed Wealthy daughter who fell in love with a peasant trope, and gotten pregnant making it a scandal, and reaching to his ‘parents’ circle and getting that drama.

But he never thought he would care for his child, his little jay, his ghost side would purr in delight when they held Jason, he was a very hard sucker especially from his pacifier or his breast, it's so weird being in a women body,

but the way his ‘parents’ sold his son to the women who was supposed to get his son killed and being revived by cheap parody ass of ectoplasm.

He went feral, he had an argument to his ‘parents’ but all fell deaf ears, he couldn't find his son in one of the hotels nearby where that BXtch was.

And that time was where his part of the script was fulfilled, ghost writer already took him, both sides of his, were angry.

He. will. get. his. baby. back.

[speaking-riddlish]

Thinking about how Riddlish is handled in cannon and in fics. I've seen people just put random things that happen to ryhm anytime they want someone to be speaking Riddlish and it's like, a minor pet peeve of mine? But every time we see Riddlish spoken in cannon, it kind of makes sense in a way? Like, if you think about what is said, and try to piece together any symbolism based on context, you can kind of understand what they're saying. Like Maddie said, "Riddlish is not an exact language". Putting together the metaphor and symbolism gives you the general idea of what they're getting across. And whenever a fic does this well, it's like an instant favorite.

Let's look at and dicect some cannon examples (I've always kind of found these facinating):

"Feathers and Friends, together alone!"

"Feathers" could refer to Raven, since she's named after a bird. She also has feathers fairly prominent in her character design, so it'd make sense for Giles to say this even though he doesn't know her name yet.

"and Friends" probably refers to Maddie, since she's known him for a while and is presumably his friend. It could also refer to their friendship, and maybe even be a way of including Raven in.

"together, alone" They're here with him, joining him in his solitude.

Putting it all together we get "Raven and Maddie, you're here! You came to visit me!" Which lines up pretty well with Maddie's translation of "he says it's nice to have us here!"

"Can a musical chair change its tone, when the tablet of granite is inscribed with a bone?"

"Can a musical chair change it's tone" The music in musical chairs is integral to the game, yet the song played does not come from the chair, but from the people playing. The tone of a musical chair is something fundamental about itself, and also something imposed by something outside itself. Can it change? Can something change something about itself that someone else has decided is fundamental?

"When the tablet of granite is inscribed with a bone?" A tablet of granite inscribed with something is literally that thing being written in stone, another reference to destiny and inevitability. And what's written on that stone is a bone, is death. Death is what is written in stone. Death is supposedly inevitable here.

From Raven's tone and terrified body language when asking Maddie to translate for her, it's fairly clear that the thing that wants to change is referring to Raven.

Putting it all together we get "Can Raven change from what others have said she's supposed to be, or is death the inevitable consequence of that like we've been told it is?" Which lines up pretty well with what Maddie was asked to translate: "What'll happen to me if I don't sign the book, am I really gonna disapear?"

"The king that sings with pages of sky fears too much the dawn that rises with lies"

"pages of sky" is in reference to the book, and maybe the fairytales themselves. The sky is often used to symbolically reference heaven and the divine. The book, determining people's destinies, fits fairly well into that category. It's almost like he's referring to the book as being from above.

"The king that sings with pages of sky" would then be Headmaster Grim. He's in a position of authority over the students like a king is to his subjects. He "sings with" the book/the stories with his constant insistence that people must sign the book and follow their stories, speaking in unison with them.

"fears too much" this part is fairly clear, Milton's paranoid. The consequences he thinks are inevitable aren't as inevitable as he claims.

"the dawn that rises with" would mean something like "the consequences of" or "the fallout from". Then there's one of two ways the rest could be. "lies" could refer to that which is contrary to what the stories say will happen. If you take the stories as "truth" then changing the stories would be "lies". Or, "rises with lies" could mean the consequences coming from Milton's lies being brought to light. The dawn rises as Milton's lies rise.

Yet the whole thing sounds rather foreboding, giving the impression that something is seriously wrong.

Bringing it all together, we either get "Headmaster Grim told you to follow your destiny because he's paranoid about what'll happen if you don't. But those fears are unfounded. Also something is very wrong." or "Headmaster Grim told you to follow your destiny because he's afraid of what will happen when people find out why you don't need to (and its emplied that that reason is something very bad)" This lines up fairly well with Maddie's translation of "There's something wrong with the book, and if you don't sign, your story will continue... I think". I like the touch that Maddie wasn't as confident in this translation, since the last phrase is more ambiguous. It's not really clear how the foreboding tone integrates into the message without more context than Maddie has, so Maddie doesn't really know what it means.

"The baby bird flies. The snake, it slithers. But the cage holds both, to die and to wither."

"The baby bird flies. The snake, it slithers." The baby bird and the snake are two very different creatures, they move and interact with the world in two totally different ways. Most people also would look more favorably on the baby bird than on the snake.

"but the cage holds both, to die and to wither." the cage doesn't care what is inside of it, it will indiscriminately hold them both captive. The things that make the baby bird different from the snake, and the adorable charms of the baby bird will not free the baby bird from the cage, nor will they protect the baby bird from the grisly fate that awaits it in the cage.

The context is also relevant, since she's talking to Alastair and Bunny, two of her subjects who have just been arrested, but also two of her daughter's friends.

Putting this all together we get "Yes, you enjoy privileges that others do not have, but my affection for you will not compromise my judgement. You are not above the law. I am not above punishing you like I would anynother citizen." While we don't have a cannon translation to compare this to, it seems to make sense. Its immediately followed up with her letting them off with a warning, and despite this interaction, Bunny later tells Lizzie that her mom really is a good queen, but that the curse has stressed her out. I think the Queen of Hearts probably made exploring illegal to protect people from the curse. If she really is a good queen, then this type of objectivity ("I don't care if you're my daughter's friends, crime is crime") would make total sense.

[savvage-arts]

Catboy Taylor cannon

[cosmicwhoreo]

Idk I wanted to play around with the "robot spider" thingy he's got goin on-

[caslutz]

Ted Lasso Text Posts: Part #8 (AFC Himbo’s version)

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[mokassins]

Something about waking up warm and loved 🥰