#adwell

[every-william-t-spears]

[theunseelieif]

aaaaa this if looks so exciting already!! could you describe each ro’s route with a trope or a word? can’t wait to learn more about this if and all of your lovely characters <3

This is unhinged I’m so sorry…

Kiran: Childhood friends to lovers with some identity crisis sprinkled in

Cam: Ex-friends with benefits/ex-friends to enemies to lovers (choice dependent)

Morgan: Friends/Lovers to…dead?

Aub: Forbidden romance/arranged marriage

Ryn: Not actually unrequited love (Ryn is just a traumatized dumbass)

Emery: Hidden truths

Kendall: Dark past but kind heart, feels unloveable but is SO loveable

Josie: Resistant to love + the entire coven going “OH MY GOD JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY”

Rei: Potential friends w/ benefits + protective & sad + doesn’t realize they’re in love

Connor: Major suspicion/distrust to love

[bzgirldiaries]

Lookbook 1: San Myshuno Model 🏙

meet isis adwell. she's a model sim living in san myshuno for my celebrity save (if something isn't listed, it's part of a previous link).

1: hair | earrings | necklace | outfit | watch (bg) | shoes

2: hair | earrings (bg) | dress | ring (bg) | shoes

3: headphones | hair (eco lifestyle) | top (island living) | shorts

4: hair | dress

5: top | shoes

6: hair | necklace | bikini | bracelet (bg)

7: hair | earrings (bg) | top

special thanks to these creators: @simcelebrity00 @arethabee @joliebean @madlensims @jius-sims @greenllamas @caio-cc @serenity-cc @akalukery @sentate @aharris00britney @b0t0xbrat

[connorsui]

✨️Consui insanity chronicles ✨️

Yall ever study soo much for a final exam that you feel like you gonna fail?! CUZ I SWEAR TO GOD IM LOOKING AT MY GIANT CHALKBOARD WALL AND NONE OF THESE EQUAtions ..are....making...sense ...I feel like I invented a new fucking formula that no one has ever seen before 💀💀

But I just know...I know this shit wrong 🤡 yall just watch as your girl consui becomes a stay at home wife ....TO HERSELF CUZ SHE KNOW NOTHING BESIDES COOKING AND CLEANING 😭😭💔

Imma be on those sugar bby forums asking dilfs if they need a maid 💀💀

I'll happily be sugurus sugar bby thooo ...

[benandstevesposts]

Eli Cooper: The Black Man Lynched for “Speaking in a Manner Offensive to White People” in 1919

In the summer of 1919, a black man named Eli Cooper was lynched in Georgia for allegedly making statements that offended the white community. His words, seen as a threat to the racial hierarchy of the time, ultimately led to his brutal murder and the destruction of black churches in the area.

By Uzonna Anele

Eli Cooper was described as a community leader, selected by a white mob for that very reason. On the night of Wednesday, August 27, he was forcibly removed from his home in Cadwell, Georgia, by a group of fifteen to twenty white men. They took him to a church several miles away in Early County, where he was lynched. After his murder, his body was thrown into the church, which the mob set on fire.

By the morning of Friday, August 29, the violence had escalated further. Three black churches and a community building were burned down in Ocmulgee, Georgia, where Cooper had been killed.

Cooper’s lynching was sparked by allegations that he had been speaking in a manner that was offensive to white people. According to local reports, Cooper had been making statements about the oppression of black people, claiming that “negroes had been run over for fifty years” and suggesting that this treatment would soon come to an end. These remarks, were interpreted as a call for an uprising or violent revolution, by some white people, leading to fear that ultimately resulted in his murder.

Following Cooper’s murder, four white men—C.G. Rogers (Coroner of Dodge County), C.C. Adwell, John Quillian, and Will Watson—were arrested in connection with the lynching. Despite the evidence and the horrific nature of the crime, all four men were quickly acquitted, which was not unusual for the time, as white mobs often faced no legal repercussions for lynching African Americans.

The lynching of Eli Cooper was part of a larger pattern of racial violence during the early 20th century. The summer of 1919 became infamous as “Red Summer,” a period marked by widespread racial violence and race riots across the United States, including in Chicago, Washington, D.C., and Arkansas. During this time, fears of black empowerment and resistance to Jim Crow laws fueled lynchings, attacks on black communities, and destruction of property.

Uzonna Anele

Anele is a web developer and a Pan-Africanist who believes bad leadership is the only thing keeping Africa from taking its rightful place in the modern world.

The story originally appeared on this site. Click to visit

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✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

OMF YAYYYT YOU ARE WONDERFUL ADWELL!! MWAH/p <33

[take-a-dip-in-the-deadpool]

I dont wanna upgrade my phone! Ive had the same iphone for like 5 years and it still has the button and i dont wanna get rid of the button. I dont want face id!! It took me teo years to get used to touch id and i cant go through that again.. stupid touch screen not working adwell anymore…. Stupid apple getting rid of buttons. Buttons are good. Love me a button. Why are we getting rid of them??

[ukuleleoftheday]

J. Adwell

[connorsui]

Now why u gotta do that too me!? ..I'm crying and my tears haven't hit the bottom of the earth yet I might adwell start violently sobbing by the second I try to crawl my away to the corner cuz ..like tell me why I can see sukuna treat that poor kitty as his only bestfriend who understands him? ..

Everybody else doesn't want to be around him let alone other children wanting to interact with him ..but the kitty? ..that kitty will stay beside him no matter what

Baby Sukuna with the double headed cat was supposed to be a little comic at first lol

[marchgraphics]

MARA ADWELL: The Island Killer

A mystery thriller I created and actually spent some hours on! It participated in a Wattpad contest, but it got tied with another story.

[thedwelling]

Will

Mr. Carras knew two things. One, it was way too damn hot for the season of autumn, sweat had already begun to swell on his forehead as he jumped out of his car, slamming the gray door shut and locking it with confirmation from the two beeps seconds later.

The second thing was that his nephew was always up to something. Anything that could annoy a man who just wanted to live day to day in work, but was always needing to tend to his sister’s son, who somehow always found his way into any trouble.

Swiping the sweat from his brows, Mr. Carras slowly walked towards St. Mary’s Hospital, the white stone of the building shining under the gaze of the sun.

Mr. Carras quickly moved from the glare of the heat of the sun, walking under the entryway of the building.

A soft ding blared inside his jean pocket and as he slowed his pace he realized it was his phone. Gripping it, Mr. Carras caught the phone before it could slip from his slicken grasp. A text message had been the cause of the muffled ding.

Slowly looking over the message, a small smile broke across his face.

Finally, after all these years of failed drafts, declined scripts, and hair pulling deadlines, one of his submissions was being noticed by a publisher. He glanced over the brief message once more, reading and analyzing each word written from Mrs. Nancy Goodman of the publishers BookRed.

Clicking off his phone, he could see the imprints of the sweat from his fingers on the darkened screen as he began to look up from it, right, yes, he was supposed to be checking on his wayward nephew.

The heat and the possible book deal were all the more reason to get this trip quickly over with.

As small dollops of sweat ate at the edges of his hair, the doors swiped open to the entrance of the hospital.

St. Mary’s Hospital was one of the two hospitals in the small town of Arbor Gulf, St. Mary being the more chosen one for it was closer to residents such as Mr. Carras. It was known for its small interior and white blinding lights.

Mr. Carras was immediately blasted with cool air as he stepped onto the mixed colored opening that led to another automatic door. He leisurely took his time walking to the second set of doors, absorbing all the air that he could, sweat evaporating from his skin.

The second set of doors opened, leading straight into a reception area, the white walls bouncing in his vision thanks to the equally white beaming lights.

Walking towards her, a woman dressed in blue scrubs sat behind a white and brown counter, counting away at the papers that sat on the countertop and squinted up at him as he approached.

Giving his reason for visit, the woman gave a strained smile. Mr. Carras could tell that she had been working here since earlier in the day, shadows had crept under her eyes and her golden hair that was wrapped in a bun seemed to have been ready to break loose at any moment.

“Poor kid, he was admitted here in the early morning, saw him get rolled in here myself. I checked up with the doctor who was treating him before he left, said that he was in a comatose state, but his vitals were stable.”

Mr. Carras nodded as Nurse Adwell handed his identification back and in return gave him papers to fill out while he waited for a nurse to call him back.

Sitting several feet from the desk was a waiting area, a room painted in muted gray, blue, and brown, the furniture matching the color.

Several men, women, children, waited for their names to be called back, a TV shouted from the corner where it was strung up onto the gray wall. Mr. Carras sat down in a stiff light blue bean bag, filling out the paperwork given to him.

Like a writer, it took him several minutes to fill out each question pointed at his nephew. William had only lived with him for a few years before he was taken to an institution where he could get better care for his schizophrenia. The condition caused Mr. Carras and him to have a strained relationship, that’s why he gave him away all those years ago.

Children loudly played with the toys that were displayed on the white, chipped tables. Toddlers banged them against anything, their eyes shining with delight and curiosity.

Another reason why many chose St. Mary’s Hospital was because it catered to all, young and old. If only Mr. Carras had had a relationship with his nephew, maybe he would cherish these outbursts more like the parents who tolerated their toddlers shouting and playing.

After scribbling rushed and half-hearted answers, Mr. Carras sat the clipboard down, and began to watch Cinderella, which beamed on the television screen.

Multiple people were called back within the time Mr. Carras had been sitting in the waiting room, to keep himself busy, he began to read his text of approval from the publishing company over and over again. He truly couldn’t believe that his work was being accepted.

“Oliver Carras?”

By the time Cinderella had run away from the ball and left her slipper on the staircase, Mr. Carras’ name was called. He peered up from his phone and pushed himself up from the hard material of the bean bag, dragging his heavy feet to the nurse.

He was much younger than Nurse Adwell and ushered him to a room further back in the hospital, one for critical patients.

“Dr. Brennan will be here in a minute to update you on his condition. For now I’ll leave you two alone.”

Mr. Carras nodded just as the nurse closed the door with his papers in his hand.

He finally looked towards his nephew.

The bed had white and blue dotted sheets that wrapped snugly around Will’s body, his skin was a similar color to the sheets, his light tan complexion faded.

Bandages were wrapped around the upper left side of his face, on his forehead, light red seeping through, his left hand was wrapped in a blue cast, along with his leg, but in a tighter cast, one that didn’t show the full extent of breaks and rips that were visible just from staring at his partially twisted features.

His eyes were sunken, darkness was shaded under them.

Mr. Carras stood for a few minutes, he had definitely gotten into trouble, bad, bad trouble this time. Even when Will was last in a hospital it wasn’t this bad.

Oliver felt…mad. His brows clumped together at what his nephew could possibly have done to get himself into this situation.

Now he would have to find a way to pay the bills, get medication, and find him a place to live because he sure as hell was not welcomed back into his home after this incident.

Especially not when he had a book deal possibly underway.

Each hair on his brows painted a picture of anger as Mr. Carras clamped down on the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white just from how hard he gripped the plastic material.

He stared at William for a while, until a light tap rapped on the wooden door.

A woman with blonde hair stepped inside, a somber smiling playing on her lips as she set her clipboard on a counter across from the bed.

“Mr. Carras,” they briefly shook hands before she let out a small sigh.

“As you can tell, your nephew is in critical condition, debris fell on him when a building collapsed,” she paused, searching for anything readable in Mr. Carras, before continuing.

“We immediately did surgery on him, putting pins and wrapping a cast onto both his leg and arm, his leg was the worse of the two. Then we stitched his upper forehead-

“I’m sorry, but where exactly did you find Will? I know there was an accident at the White Cathedral, but I didn’t think he was involved.�� Mr. Carras’ voice had raised an octave by the end of the sentence, irritation slowly creeping behind his carefully sewn mask.

Dr. Brennan nodded, slowly pulling the clipboard to read the patient file, “From what I’m reading he was involved in the White Cathedral accident, medics didn’t arrive until an hour later when the first call came in. Thankfully your nephew was alive, barely, but he had a steady pulse.” she looked downwards towards Will, then again at Mr. Carras

He was again clutching the bar on the bed, knuckles going pale from the pressure.

“The hospital bill and medication will once be talked over once William is in a stable condition.” Dr. Brennan quickly changed the topic, backing away to allow privacy for what she believed was an intimate moment.

“How many days?”

“What?”

“How much longer will he be here?” Mr. Carras’ eyes sharpened on Dr. Brennan, his voice rough and harsh.

“Dr. Elker believed that due to his various injuries and his current state, that he would most likely be staying for 3-4 weeks as a timeline, but it could be more based on how long he stays comatose.”

Four weeks.

Mr. Carras began to squeeze the bar again, this time to the point where the wheels of the bed began to squeak under his strength.

”I’ll leave you alone for now, take this sheet of paper up to the front desk before you leave so they can know that you are his legal guardian.” She waved the paper off her clipboard and onto the sink counter before closing the door with a swift nod.

Mr. Carras only heard the slow click of the door, he was too invested in his thoughts, in his lethal projections.

He would have to deal with this shit, his nephew, for however long Will luxurious sat on that bed, not having to worry about the bills or the threat of being ejected from his apartment.

Will was all take, take, take and never give, that's why he gave him away at a young age.

If he prayed maybe it would be the estimated three weeks, but the gods never listened now, so why would they start?

The bed squeaked louder as Mr. Carras pressed down harder on the edge of it, anger erupted from him, to the point where he whipped around to the side of the bed, crouching down to see his nephew better.

Up close, he could truly see the dark shadows under his eyes better, the scrapes and cuts that needed to be stitched closed.

It made him sick.

So sick that Mr. Carras began to poke at Will’s unharmed shoulder.

“Wake up,” his voice was soft at first, but when his nephew’s shoulder rolled back, limply, onto the bed, he began to press harder, voice raising, “Wake up!”

His jabbing became harder, as if this would wake Will from his deep slumber.

Will was comatose.

“Do you know how much this shit will cost, how much shit you have fucked up in my life,” Mr. Carras slammed his fists down onto the bed, causing it to ripple and causing the heart monitor to give a high pitched squeak.

A sick laugh escaped from Mr. Carras’ lips, slipping out through short huffs.

“First Annie, now you. I don’t have time for this shit, you're lucky, you know!” His eyes beamed into Will’s closed eyes, his sunken face unmoven and uninspired by Mr. Carras’ long winded rant.

He was still comatose.

Which only seemed to anger Mr. Carras even more as he stormed over to the edge of the bed and leaned over, raising his hand as if to strike a disobedient child, “You’ve fucked me over and now everything else in my life. You little shit.” He brought down his hand in an attempt to strike.

But Will was comato-

It happened in a split second, Mr. Carras’ hand froze midair, stopped by something. He looked down to see Will wide awake, but his eyes were…dark, black to almost the rim of his eyes, the only visible pupils were the small ones shaking in his socket.

“I knew you were faking it,” Mr. Carras breathed out a small laugh, “We’re leaving, get up, you’ve already wasted my time, I’ll tell the staff of your condition.”

Mr. Carras attempted to pull away from Will’s grip, but his arm was stiffly in the firm grip that he had on him.

“Let go-“ before Mr. Carras could finish his sentence, he peered down towards his nephew, his eyes were unmoving, they seemed to radiate black, somehow blacker than before, but the truly unnatural thing was that Will wasn’t grabbing Oliver’s arm, no it was frozen. Frozen in midair as if paused by some force.

Panic swept through Mr. Carras’ body, what was happening? He attempted to grab his arm, pulling and pulling, his eyes meeting his nephew’s darkened ones, but to no avail.

Pain started to ripple through his arm as he pulled harder, but when he stopped, his eyes were drawn back to Will’s, entranced in the black waves of them, even as pain threatened to break open his arm.

And it did.

In one motion, Oliver’s arm splintered open, blood, meat, and veins sprouting from the massive leak that was once his limb. He screamed, groaned in agony as red spilled everywhere, over the pearly white floors, the sheets of the pale bed, and onto Will’s unbroken stare, the most color that was vibrant on his face, sprayed on it.

Mr. Carras scooted back, blood brushing the floor, reflecting it. He tried to press on the open wound, but pain only radiated from the open blemish.

His eyes bounced back to Will as he looked back at him, a smile playing on his face, one that grew as his casted hand rose, giving a sickening crack as he pushed it slightly over his head. And continued to grow as Mr. Carras’ anger finally turned into pure fear, dripping from his face.

That was when the first explosion broke out, the walls, the glass, and brick, the equipment, everything imploded onto itself, crushing onto Oliver and Will, then came the second implosion, then the third, then more explosions occurred around the hospital. Each a deafening blow as Mr. Carras slowly passed out.

It took minutes for Mr. Carras to come to, shock slightly making the pain of rubble piling on top of him, plus his severed arm, more bearable.

Oliver knew that it had been only a few minutes where he passed out, for he could still hear the screams of others. Gods, men, women, children, all of them trapped just as he was.

Smoke dusted his view as he looked to see what was left, the evening sky looked very red, orangy red to the point where it was unnatural.

Oliver continued to look at it, deciphering every piece of it as if he were writing an essay. Maybe, just maybe if the paramedics or police officers made it in just enough time, he could possibly make it out. Still write his debut novel, possibly write a biography, what would he name it? Trapped Within? Like he was now.

These thoughts all grasped him to reality, he could feel his body trying to doze him off to sleep, but if he slept it would be over, he most likely would not get help or be found until it was too late.

He continued to look upwards, trying to push his body slightly until he felt a jarring pain slicing through his back.

He began to move his attached arm towards his upper back, moving it slightly to ease the pain, stopping if the pain got worse. It took him several minutes until he was finally able to press down on it, receiving another round of pain, but this time shouting through his hand, it took him seconds to realize that it was possibly glass that had broken his back because he was standing behind a window before the explosion happened.

The explosion. Will. Oliver had almost forgotten him, the way he had smiled before it had happened. Where was he? Who had helped him with it? Was he the cause of the White Cathedral accident just like this one?

Oliver frantically looked around even with the waves of pain as he attempted to move, but metal and stony rubble only met his gaze, until he saw it, no, heard it.

The blazing sound of police officers, all of them riding in unison in speed, he could hear people screaming for help as they got closer, pulling around the thicket of trees, even he began to scream with a mixture of hope and relief as the cars slowed, but he stopped.

Just as the cars pulled to a stop and the officers stepped out to observe the area, pain started to twing in his severed arm, a burning sensation filling the void of limbless shoulder.

Something wasn’t right, he could feel. And as a groan escaped his mouth, he looked upwards to see a figure, one dressed in a hospital gown from head to toe, covering them in a mixture of red and stark white.

As the figure limped over to the officers, everything quieted, the air had cleared of the smoke as if the world wanted the conscious survivors to watch this miraculous moment of someone who was able to break free from the crumbled debris.

But that’s when Oliver noticed the blue cast, even from feets away he could see the raging flames from a distance casting the blue into view. No, no, nonononono.

Oliver wanted to scream, warn the men on duty that that was his nephew, the one who had caused this madness, but only groans and mumbles escaped his lips as his nephew raised his arms, bearing them outwards as if intending to give a hug.

But as the officers drew their guns, as if realizing the charade being played, Will brought his arms down in one swift motion.

There was nothing at first, but then a gun fired, not into Will, but into one of the police officer’s own head, a flare of light erupting underneath before his body crumpled onto the ground. The two other officers stood motionless, until the other abruptly turned and pulled the trigger on his own partner, causing the officer to stagger backwards and falling onto the concrete, lifeless, just like his comrade before him.

Oliver watched every second of it as shrills and shrieks escaped the other’s mouths, screams erupted as the final officer dropped his gun, mumbled words only Will could possibly hear, and walked into the open flames. It wasn’t until a few seconds before the officer began to wail, running out covered in flames, but succumbing to the burns that he had caused himself.

The survivors began to scream, Oliver could hear the sounds of people trying to shake and struggle against the fallen debris off them to escape this horror, this fate that was laid in front of them, but he kept his eyes all on his nephew.

It felt like he could hear him, his breath pressed against his ear, a chorus of voices awakening in his arrival.

Oliver wanted it all to stop and so he began to attempt to pull off the debris on his legs, but the strain was too much.

Minutes dragged by as his nephew stood and watched the open field across from the once standing hospital, until he turned to Oliver, meeting his eyes. Oh, how black they were as he began to stride across the concrete, each step labored with pain, but unfaltered.

The screaming rose as Will continued, but with a small flick, everything quieted, the wind seemed to be the only thing alive, carrying the sound into Oliver.

This is when he truly started panicking. This wasn’t a joke anymore like he had once thought, this was all real, all terribly real, he wasn’t going to make it. He wasn’t going to see his book deal, he wasn’t going to see another day, he wasn’t going to do anything.

The last thing he would see was his nephew, somehow the herald of all this chaos all on his own.

Even with this thought Oliver pulled more against his restraints, even as Will gazed down at him. It wasn’t until he crouched down did he stop.

He peered at Will, meeting those black eyes that seemed to grow even more with the seconds that he looked into them. It felt as if each layer of black created a darker version of itself.

They stayed like this for several minutes until Will lifted his uncle’s chin, cupping his hands onto his dust covered cheeks and then mumbled a set of incoherent words directly into his ear, then placed his head down on the pavement, lightly patting it and giving a small smile, one that read a thousand ways.

As Will backed up, Oliver was stunned with shock, but then joy overcame him.

He had survived, he could hear sirens in the distance, their sharp tone playing in his ears.

He had done it! He had escaped death! A smile crept onto his face as his nephew disappeared into the thickets of the woods engulfed in flames, shrouding his figure as he walked through them, disappearing along with the trees that burned to cinder.

He would be caught and taken away, while Oliver would be saved. Able to publish his book, finally making a name for himself.

A smile remained across his face as he dreamed of the thoughts, one that remained as Oliver rested his head on the pavement, heat singed his forehead, but he laid there, slumber quietly over taking his body.

Even though he tried to remind himself that sleeping could jeopardize his life, possibly being the thing that could kill him, the draw of the silence and the wind seemed to lull him to sleep, calling him to.

It wasn’t until his eyes peeled shut that he realized his mistake, another trick threaded by his nephew when he touched him, it wasn’t until this thought emerged

that he, he heard the sirens turn into screams that

he, he realized, he-

Mr. Carras knew two things.

Sunday Dose

Tragedy In Arbor Gulf

Sunday, November 2nd, Year of the Ara

Twenty-one people have been found dead after an explosion in St. Mary’s Hospital in Arbor Gulf, Louisiana. Twenty-seven of the thirty-one people's bodies were found, but grotesque and misshapen, each one seeming to bare a mark. While in total of the thirty-one people said to be at the hospital at the time of the accident, only six seemed to be in critical conditions and four are unaccounted for.

Police are investigating the scene to see if this was an act of terrorism, similar to a scene early in the day yesterday at the White Cathedral where an identical explosion took place, killing fifteen people and severely injuring at least three. One of the injured found at the scene of the White Cathedral was rushed to St. Mary’s Hospital, police are currently trying to track his whereabouts to see if he is connected to both explosions.

One of the police officers was said to have been helping a woman who miraculously was alive as he was helping her up from the rubble. Sarah Adwell is the reported woman who is in critical condition with a few others, but as the police officer commented he stated this:

“Her eyes were just pure white from one end to another, her back was broken pretty good and she was bloody everywhere. As I was carrying her to the paramedics, I heard her whispering incoherent things.

“I asked her if she was alright and she grabbed me with her hand and stared me dead in the eye and began to scream. It sounded like multiple voices screaming. It was only before the paramedics came to pull her away that she said ‘Y'all believe in God and all of its acolytes, but the devil is just as real, I saw him tonight disguised as a poor boy.’ And then she passed out.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that ever since.”

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👀 - How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

For Huali, Dazai, Kyu and Tao Zai

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

For Lunae, Chien, and Baizhu!

A Ghost's Simple Tale: Huali/San Lang/Crimson Flower, Tao Zainan

Strays To The World: Dazai, Kyu Adwell

Among The Stars: Lunae/Je Li

The Kingdom of Light: Chien River, Baizhu Chen

👀 - How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

Huali, as San Lang: Long black hair, often tied back. Often seen wearing red, with white underlayers. Heterochromia, left eye is blue on the lower half and brown on the upper, right eye is more heavily brown, with some blue on the left side.

Dazai: 180 cm (5′10′′). Short brown hair, hazel eyes. He typically wears a light blue shirt with a black waistcoat and a light brown trench coat on top. His trousers match the coat. He has a black ribbon with a blue pendant holding it together rather than a tie, like everyone else.

Kyu: Short hair, the right side is white, left side is black, their right eye is blue and their left eye is brown. They often wear a light blue shirt with the collar button undone, a dark blue leather jacket with a zip, a pastel yellow scarf which is tied at the right side, black ankle boots with silver buckles on the outsides and short zips on the insides, black shorts that stop just before their knees and are attached to black suspenders that go over their shirt. They have a small red side bag, usually with a doll in it, unless they are carrying the doll. They have two pink bows in their hair which match Lucy’s.

Tao Zai: Usually shrouded in black mist, so true appearance is rarely seen. Medium length, black hair. Green eyes, often wears dark clothing.

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

Lunae: He would be confused, then largely ignore it.

Chien: Wouldn't respond, but would leave it on his desk.

Baizhu: As a doctor, would address it if it came from a patient, otherwise would ignroe it.

[theunseelieif]

Sooooo what are their romance theme songs?

To summarize their individual romance routes in one song…

Kiran: Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

I am just a line without a hook; oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you, I need you here to stay

Cam: Don't You Worry by Oh Wonder

Then I knew you were the one I couldn't live without, if I'm honest, it felt like love; and you said, "Stay here, darling, don't you worry 'bout a thing, don't you worry 'bout a thing; I'm right here, darling"

Ryn: NFWMB by Hozier

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze? Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?

Josie: Treacherous by Taylor Swift

I can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away; I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay; all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you're friction

Connor: Alone With Me by Vance Joy

Here we are, I'm doing things with you I never thought we'd do, I'm seeing into you; oh, you're the shape of all my days, you're my holy place

Emery: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

You call the shots, babe, I just wanna be yours; secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought

Rei: Don't You Know by James Young

'Cause I know all the ways to appreciate your design; I'm a damn good lover, shivers up your spine; I don't want you to go, I need more of you in my life

Kendall: Like Real People Do by Hozier

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you; honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do

Aub: Movement by Hozier

When you move, I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be; when you move, I could never define all that you are to me; so move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree, you do it naturally

Morgan: Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish

Our love is six feet under; I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain would roses bloom? Could roses bloom again?

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Government of Sint Maarten ** Minister of Finance - Adwell Irion **

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Names generated from English surnames and orc (TES) names

Abeadesten Aberton Adwel Aison Aldebee Allinweld Arkham Aryhuler Ashragoom Ashummegog Askead Ateph Attsoneks Azdardger Azgoledge Azgun...

Baaul Badwaisard Bager Bagrakh Balacks Balketard Balton Bamuk Bandug Barand Bargod Barlynak Barnerris Barood Bartielley Barzbar Batery Baulweeson Bayher Baywomboga Bazok Beagaslew Bealbes Bearg Bedge Bekerfee Belut Berimosh Billson Birbugban Birese Bitcher Blardixle Blist Bodbagush Bogdurlyne Borkh Bormagruk Borman Brads Bragge Broblegoly Brott Brownbe Buane Bugnag Bugruk Bulard Buntocks Buretwild Burne Burnewelog Burzurgraw Buzgay Caireed Callemps Canlyley Capshbak Caswor Catenick Chakh Chcons Cherroyton Chewelph Chiley Chitch Chitton Chowells Chubes Chwer Clasiers Clorghthel Cockley Comava Combis Comps Coodha Copkin Cothon Coury Coxie Coxton Crash Craston Crootell Croth Crulg Crull Daleson Dazielby Dentreton Derlander Dieley Dosbornar Drich Drood Dugoord Dukul Dummon Durawinse Durulmanda Durve Dusker Eambur Earlat Easte Eattegg Eckhrox Edgeriston Elburzol Ellivell Emashn Enneedgs Fainer Falliff Fardul Faugh Feencer Fellagley Fimmer Flilt Flose Forby Forgush Forpenor Fulravery Gabestery Galdiney Garden Gardwally Garku Garrolett Garzogdush Gaudgey Ghorlant Gibne Gidher Giker Gilkst Gington Glamantill Glaylowoon Glove Glugbron Gober Goglurcy Goldwes Golfield Golielword Gortheris Gragluck Graidd Grallon Grass Grichivent Grick Groody Growell Grudrinson Grugdringd Grulg Gugraley Gulub Guransbrak Hagug Harkul Harve Harwoorce Hassongha Hazesh Herle Heton Hette Hiandy Hielwralg Hiptomley Hirkey Hiterymese Hixby Holbazull Holkelbery Holumber Holvidge Hossle Hothbury Hounson Hoxson Hozwugord Hudne Hugodbell Hulzung Husson Iianashuf Jefie Jeridger Kellows Kerats Khrugrutt Kiltorrog Kimoray Kington Kinnienton Kinsby Kiter Ladco Lagash Laing Lanton Lasher Latwool Lighty Lingtorth Lipforeack Listilin Locks Lowell Lubatga Ludley Lugura Lugushens Lukaby Madsongton Makenorr Makis Malis Mance Mandson Mandy Manston Maratterg Margam Maumb Maver Mircer Mittervell Mogharkh Mollmaxon Moloe Morbye Morgbestes Morther Motsonde Muloomersh Murbee Murndy Murnege Nabekh Nakley Nallette Nardurndes Narsley Narwortins Nington Nippe Nogush Nothur Obdakh Odendowale Ogton Olbza Olson Oreet Ornagall Osson Ottea Owell Pardrooll Parnson Pearob Pestat Pherforell Piney Pinge Pingurga Pinson Pitch Pixon Poarce Pocke Poile Popence Prestall Prizemmes Prown Pulzarga Puraitt Pushar Puterton Pyneldong Raham Railes Raings Rakloveste Rangthwirk Rasfish Ravejostin Rawcoovers Reettight Relly Relton Rhycoe Riardyer Rield Rimblanson Ripman Risby Riter Rittson Robbilins Rollake Romaugh Rookeek Rooldor Roothga Rourd Rusharad Sabby Sabnak Safth Samorn Saxha Scall Scher Scockmors Scoley Seavesh Sellon Semps Shamell Sharating Shbalgater Shbaxey Shbul Sheavis Shighught Shmuley Shnarmob Siddess Sitte Skaunks Skubron Slyfison Smille Smithmuka Smitton Snaka Snarmon Snowlinfin Sprimpkin Stapham Stearwood Stokidge Stophiltan Struut Stubbire Stuns Stwye Summon Swarrag Swing Sworbuk Tains Tamorne Tannagard Tappashard Therson Thoddine Throusham Thumboll Ticks Tills Tishfiell Tivellison Torashazog Trakall Trooth Trownle Tubard Tugby Tuloversey Twellice Ugbrands Ulbza Ulgrag Uluzugbux Ulzash Umlerhol Umpson Unatug Upcher Upeavel Upshum Upter Urgillseel Urshnegeon Uudon Vaigger Velwordson Wadge Waimmord Waley Washill Watcher Wayneraley Waysoull Weardes Wedlue Wesder Whider Whigg Whill Whilson Whimer Whing Wigholg Wighturnh Willill Willin Winkidge Winsh Witking Wookh Wortley Wreenp Yarch Yarmer Yearry Zugrisong

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As always, Gray is up to no good (and I’ve been drawing it because hell, why not).