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andromeda stands ankle deep in the icy, salty beach sand; white curls whipping around with the salt breeze. the others are cleaning up, removing those who had foolishly given their lives for a blind devotion to a thing that discarded them the moment they became useless.
a foot in front of the other. and she stands, shoulder to shoulder with flayn in front of the monument- a marker that would one day be swallowed up and erased by saltwater. andromeda carries herself with a quiet, solemn air in the whipping wind; at a glance it would seem that the familial namesake seemed to have returned to the land of the living.
briefly, andromeda's mind drifts to her mother. she can't help wonder if her mother's spirit is restless- buried far from her siblings, and her land of birth. andromeda and her father spent many hours at her mother's gravesite- she wondered if it caused worry to flayn's mother that they were so far apart.
baroness aina von glaes couldn't be interred in the glaes family mausoleum; on order of the church- so the baroness rested amongst the many blooming roses of the estate; at her favorite spot, under a tree she had brought and planted from her homeland. it was a far more fitting place for aina nakamura-glaes, than a granite and stained glass tomb that andromeda would probably, hopefully, only enter twice more while alive.
"your and s-sir seteth's mother is b-buried nearby, r-right?" andromeda turns to look at flayn. "i h-heard you get u-upset during th-the battle," she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the mess behind them. "about them d-disturbing her r-rest. sh-shall we g-go and check o-on on her g-grave together?"
@amreality's flayn💖'd
#* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ in chara⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ stained glass cinderella ⠀ ❫#amreality#i think about this specific paralouge a lot and that they have so much in common....#death mention /#* ⠀ ⠀ 🔖⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ story: fódlan⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ the goddess loves you but not enough to save you ⠀ ❫
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@amreality / sam larusso.

HAZEL KNOWS SAM FROM AROUND SCHOOL. she doesn't think she's ever spoken to her, though. it's not in a way where either of them seemed to personally avoid the other, their circles just didn't mix. that is until miguel diaz moved to town. miguel becoming friends with eli and demetri made him friends with hazel, who wasn't always with them but spent a good amount of her lunches at their table. then miguel started dating sam, got into a fight in the cafeteria, made a huge number of students sign up for cobra kai, and kicked off what hazel refers to in her mind as the great karate war. it's not a particularly creative name for it, but it gets the job done. she has no idea how bad it's going to get.
hazel isn't exactly sure what compels her to speak to sam at moon's party. it's not like she actually thinks one friendship is enough to sway whatever fucking weird energy is here tonight, but she's a little buzzed and she's naturally friendly and sam seems like she's in an off mood. the cobra kai student approaches sam with a drink, something pink, and says, "hi! we've never, like, talked before really, but i thought---" she extends the drink toward sam, hazel eyes almost sparkling, she looks so pleased. "a peace offering. it's like... pink lemonade, i think? and vodka."
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@amreality → ♡
some days she missed the cyber cafe . . . that atmosphere had emulated everything that was unique about herself and phineus ; everything that they loved they put into that space together. letting go of that business had been painful --- but the reality was that it was more painful stepping back into the building when all was said and done. one foot in the door and october felt like she couldn't breathe. the feelings she had about her safe place had been tainted. so she'd sold out, took the money and skipped town to start a new life for herself. in time, with that new life came a new business - october would say it was a smart financial move, but if one was to pull back the curtain they'd see how much she craved the semi normalcy that was her life prior to the video game. another cyber cafe was out - she could go the rest of her life without being around video games in any capacity - so she'd invested in a bar. it was casual and small, somewhat of a "townie" bar, and october liked it that way. it felt familiar to be behind the bar, only in a slightly different way. it was one of those quiet nights, the ones where she leaned against the bartop and read while waiting for a patron to need something. there were a handful of customers out on the floor, spread out between tables. only one person was seated at the bar, and october made her way back over to him, a small smirk settled on her lips. ❛ looks like you've got a lot on your mind, sweetie. we thinking we want to talk about it, or drink it out of our system ? ❜
#amreality#amreality. tod#thread. october#hey ilu <3#if tod being at her bar does not work we can do somethin else just lmk !!
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funeral - phoebe bridgers featuring @amreality's john stoppard
" i keep havin' this dream where i'm screamin' underwater, while all my friends are wavin' from the shore. . . and now i dunno if i believe in those little hidden details people like to claim dreams have, but do you think there's any real meaning in that? "
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a caller arrives in the form of @amreality.
the oxford estate acts a second home to the bridgerton girl, an escape from thunderous footsteps and roaring voices that come from the full and lively bridgerton family home. SHE ADORES IT, but the peace and quiet of the estate always brought comfort to her worst anxieties. IT'S DIFFERENT NOW to step foot into what once held such comfort that now brings forth the same anxieties she ran from. conrad's gone - off to fetch something or another, sign another document or whatever he does in his free time. that's left the girl with her father, whom she's been avoiding since her left ring finger gained a permanent fixture. guilt weighs heavy on her shoulders for all that has quickly taken over their lives. though, eloise never has been one to keep her mouth shut for too long. "I'M SORRY." it escapes fast, not allowing her brain to catch up for fear it might silence what she needs off her chest. "it was reckless, what we did. sneaking out without a chaperone in a public place, no matter how private it may have seemed to us." heart thumping against the cage of her chest with the difficulty of attempting to maintain eye contact to show the sincerity in her eyes, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. "it's easy to forget what conrad's status is in society. a testament to your upbringing, but it is not an excuse. we should've been more careful, or not even gone at all. WE'RE LUCKY that an easy solution was there for us, but in the same vein, i've taken something from both of us that... while i may know is impossible to have, we now will never truly know. and for that, i am sorry."
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@amreality hit the heart for a starter!
The music filling Mav's kitchen is comfortable, familiar. It's the same songs his mom would play on the weekend during the few hours she carved out for cleaning before baseball games and trips to the park kept them out. Comforting as it might be, there's no ignoring the tension that lies beneath it.
They lapsed into silence thirty minutes ago and neither has tried to break it. Not even to sing along.
Reaching over the table, Bradley shuts off the music. "I appreciate you inviting me over," he starts before trailing off. "But I should probably go." Honestly, he isn't sure why he hasn't. There's nothing stopping him from leaving. Nothing but foolish hope, at least.
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todd is certain his heart is about to hammer out of his chest. without even looking, he can hear the slight tremble of the script between his fingers, papers that dare fly from his grasp if he doesn't will himself to grip tighter. he attempts to keep his eyes on neil ⸻ filling in and replying on cue, despite todd's lack of experience in theatre. he's growing more flustered, and the poor man isn't even considering auditioning alongside neil. ❝ with love’s light wings did i . . . o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out, ❞ he says, squinting at the script, ❝ wait. i thought you were auditioning for romeo. why am i reading his lines to you? ❞
starter call for @amreality !
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from guillermo, this is so funny
{ @amreality ;;
but what if they go out to see the horses? what if he teaches him how to ride a horse? what if he teaches him all he knows about horses? what if they got a horse.
that would just leave them with 1 empty box.
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i didn't know you could do that. / madeline to dreadwing
The machine towering above her smaller form and says nothing, initially. He isn't sure what to even reply with as he hadn't expected to be seen nor to have to talk to any unwitting witness. Great, really. Fortunately for her, his days of simply squashing an inconvenience are long behind him though the thought does filter in for a brief moment. Death generally creates more problems than the action is worth.
"And it will be our secret," he replies, glad that the airfield is otherwise empty. How did she even get in here?
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˗ˏˋ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ· dear marta cabrera , let me get a good look at you. | sincerely , @amreality as benoit blanc.
& once again , sherlock has reunited with his watson ━━ an inevitable duo that always managed to cross paths regardless of where life takes them. marta recently read about blanc's last case regarding miles bron & it felt good to know that he adjusted so well after the pandemic truly shook their worlds , forcing them to remain locked inside for an indefinite amount of time. blanc never struck her as someone who could really stay in one place for too long without going insane , so she was happy to see him working & doing well to continue to make a name for himself. she herself has become a sort of big name too , handling harlan's publishing company on top of adjusting to her new life of luxury. marta still struggles with all these new responsibilities added to her life , but at least she doesn't struggle alone , having moved in her mother & sister into the mansion once covid began & ever since then , they just sort of stayed there . honestly , marta's glad for it. the mansion felt so lonely now that harlan was gone & she's found herself with few friends & even less ever since she inherited harlan's fortune. seeing blanc was more than just a treat , it was a godsend ━━ finally , a friend she could spend time with & who won't try to haggle money out of her.
marta smiles as she stands straight with her arms outstretched slightly , giving the detective a small twirl as she showcases the dress she chose for the occasion. catching marta in a dress or any formal wear is rare considering she so often enjoys her colorful pants & sweaters , but she's been trying to spice up her wardrobe a bit , wanting to try something different for once & maybe to also appease her mother who always wants her & her sister to dress in something more ❛ eye catching. ❜ her mother so wants her to find a husband , but honestly , that couldn't be furthest from her mind. ❝ am i doing a good job playing the part of a millionaire ? ❞ she teases , though she prays he says no. even with all these changes , she wants to remain humble. ❝ you've been keeping yourself busy , blanc. i'm happy for you. how's phillip by the way ? you still need to introduce me to him soon. i would love to try this homemade sourdough you keep mentioning he makes. ❞
#amreality#˗ˏˋ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶤᵃᵗᵉˢ· benoit blanc.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· answered ﹕ words are not enough.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˢ· working for the knife ﹕ the good nurse.#i love two good friends ok#but marta pls make friends ur own age#she just loves old people huh gndngkjdjkgndkjg
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im on the wrong blog but i did this for ashe

"there i-is a marriage proposal on the way t-to your h-house right now."
andi bingo! // @amreality
#🥀 * in. ‣ stained glass cinderella.#🥀 * answered. ‣ the end of the fairytale.#amreality#she is kissing him. passionately
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something i really want out of cobra kai s6 is for miguel to confront terry one on one. this dude traumatized both of his senseis and has been following kreese the whole time, who he already knows is a bad person. he's gotten angry at kreese, why not terry? i'll write it, netflix, please
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@amreality ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚
ㅤㅤshe feels a bit as though she's standing on uneven ground, unused to and unsure how to interact with one so seemingly sweet and innocent. it's only thanks to years of being what others expect her to be that she's able to plant a bright expression on her face, expression warm. ❛❛ got a knack for writing, do you? what's your favorite thing to write about? ❜❜
#for madeline <3 ur of course welcome to message me if u'd like to plot!#amreality#aurora.#aurora — writings.#aurora — arc one.
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@amreality hit the heart for a starter!
Between the waves and their loud breathing, there isn't much room for conversation. Which is just fine with Bob; he isn't one for social runs, the kind that are more for gossip than sport. He does, though, enjoy the company. He likes having someone to keep pace with, even compete against.
Eyeing their agreed upon finish line, Bob speeds up without a second glance. He pushes himself hard through the final stretch before slowing. Breathing hard, he tosses a wide grin over at Bradley.
"I win!"
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think you're impressed now, just watch. / wash to shark !!
Perhaps it is for the best that Wash cannot see the unbothered expression which lies beneath the red and black helmet, how the Shark could not possibly be any less impressed, might be impressive itself. Shifting his weight slightly and tipping the front of his helm downward slightly it might very well look as if he is glaring at the former Freelancer.
"Hopefully, you can do better than that."
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@amreality requested a one liner. / johnny cade &. angela shepard.
as. " tell me about the others and i’ll carry the weight. "
#amreality#muse. / angela shepard.#threads. / ( writing. )#dyn. : johnny cade. / ( amreality. )#she cares about the boys /#she care so much she would carry all their burden for them /
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