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Soooo- đđI am here to formally confess so * clears throat dramatically*
I am standing here today to formally admit that I was a dsmp Stan during the time period of the 2020 coronavirus pandemic through the 3 months of 2021 đđđđ
( I still like to see whatâs going on with Tommy and tuboo for the record, probably am never going to stop ngl-. And um I donât really regret it chat ( Iâm so smart Ikr) it just hit different so no hate)
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME COURT
(Also RIP techno blade I miss you đĽ˛đĽš
( reblog if this is you I need to know đđ)
#dsmp#confessions#dsmp tommy#dsmp meme#dsmp fanart#dsmpblr#dsmp kinda hit back then ngl#I donât really regret it chat#fandoms#ex dsmp Stan#Tommy is a vibe tho#dreamwastaken#dream#quackity#no hate#technoblade#rip#i miss you#fuck cancer#dsmp tubbo#confession#blog#covid 19#2020s#cc: dream#idk what else to tag#general court#donât regret tbh#reblog#dsmp art
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They're turning a new feather!
@quiddie ACOFAF 2 when???
#kidding I would never pressure you or make demands I just LOVE THEM and this setting and your seasons in general thank u#acofaf#d20 acofaf#a court of fey and flowers#quiddie#aabria iyengar#d20 fanart#dimension 20 fanart#d20#d20 art#dimension 20#dropout tv#lady chirp featherfowl#lord squak airavis#dimension 20 acofaf#dimension 20 a court of fey and flowers#lou wilson#emily axford#COUSIN
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*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*
Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.
*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*
Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:
#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#Ludovica#vertopus#Vaschete lore#I may still tweak the markings this isn't 100% guaranteed final design#might make her colors a bit more reddish perhaps#but you know this is the general vibe#she was originally inspired by brittany spaniels and one of my old unused characters#to be fair the whole thing was built around the idea that she should have strong eyebrows and green theme color#again jury is still out on the renaissance hairstyle/head piece I'll try to come up with something#still trying to get a good grasp of the girlfriend too#she's most likely her lady-in-waiting or other court companion#essentially a woman of high social class whose job is to accompany a noblewoman and assist her on her daily activities#a best friend more or less#conch snail hours#she will kick anyone's ass. she will kick your ass. she will kick your dog's ass. she will kick her own ass.
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the curious incident of jean moreau finding out capitalism wasnât a state in america
#WHO CANT WE BEAT? A DEAD HORSE#how i feel when i draw the same character with a 0.5mm angle differnce to the last drawing#getting bored of this fandom mildly and disliking my art in general so if i become a sculptor or architect donât be suprised#all for the game#digital art#jean moreau fanart#jean moreau#digital painting#aftg fanart#aftg#the foxhole court#illustration#drawing
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No difference except , the zionists made it worse , they stripped them from their clothes
#palestine#gaza#israeli war crimes#war criminals#war crimes#free gaza#united nations#unicef#amnesty international#free palestine#crimes against humanity#human rights#human rights watch#united nations security council#united nations secretary general#the united nations#un security council#secretary general#un secretary general#unsc#international court of justice#the international court of justice#stop the genocide#stop genocide in gaza#ceasefire now#ceasfire now#jerusalem#colonialism#imperialism#humanitarian crisis
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âThank you, you were amazing.â
Individual panels and old versions below the cut
Part of Redraw-tober 2024: week 4, technically challenging
Iâve redrawn this once before but Iâve been wanting to redraw that version for a while
Version 2: May 29, 2021
Original: April 30, 2020
#my art#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil#digital art#fan art#the foxhole court#redraw challenge#this one gave me brain worms yall#especially channeling Neilâs thoughts into the middle panel#I had so much fun with that#and honestly just playing with effects in general
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Do you think General Lilia Vanrouge would leave the head of your enemy at your door?? You know, as a courting gift??
He wants to court you but doesnât know how. So he asked the two that are in a happy marriage (his first mistake) and Baul Zigvolt (his second mistake maybe).
Meleanor and Levanâs response: âThe head of your enemy.â (One of them is messing with him and the other is serious.)
Baul Zigvolt: âAnything from the Great Right General will be valued!â (Heâs being genuine)
AndâŚhe listens to them like a fool.
You wake up to see a box by your door one day. Lo and behold, a head!
[Like a cat, he has brought you a gift. Look! Hasnât he done well? See how capable he is?? Lolol]
#fae courting is different from humans after all#whatâs the best gift than giving you your enemyâs head!!#shows how capable he if#I canât stop laughing lmaooo#general lilia vanrouge x reader#general Vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader
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One thing I love about Neil is that as much as he's good at pissing people off, he's also uncannily good at getting a lot of those same people to be on his side and even unite behind him. Whether it's through manipulation, cleverly persuading them or just genuinely inspiring them to follow his lead, the guy has a weird knack for getting people to do what he wants.
#and whats so interesting about how he approaches it is that he (generally) doesnt use threats or violence as a tactic#like yeah he'll put out a hit on someone if they've truly wronged him and his people#and yeah he'll pick fights he cant win#but if he wants someone to do something? or wants them to agree with him? he doesnt employ violence for that#because thats what the butcher would do#and for all that neil believes he looks like his father#he isnt the butcher#and never will be#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#neil josten
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oh ho ho i have looked up the massachusetts ballot questions and i am so personally excited to vote against the MCAS, the high school standardized test students must pass to graduate. it never impacted my own education because i was in the very last class not to have to take it (late 90s), but i was selected for the pool of beta testers the year before it was universally implemented.
i had a great time actuallyâget out of class for two days for a test that doesnât even matter? i enjoyed the process of taking standardized tests (when they didnât matter) because i had spent most of my pre-high-school days in a homeschool environment without grades, so they reminded of the trivia workbook pages that were rationed out and treated as rewards (in a one room schoolhouse with 5 kids, you take the thrills you could getâpublic school education was pretty amazing after that).
the most memorable part of it for me was that we got little boxes of raisins as a snack and mine had an inchworm in it. but even then as a dumbass teenager i remember giving feedback that this would be demoralizing and unfair if imposed on everyone. schools chose who would put in the test group, and every one was an A student! what kind of sample was that?
the MCAS wouldnât become a compulsory requirement for graduation until no child left behind, but it still immediately changed things. my sister was one year behind me, and her experience in the same classes i had taken the year before was so much less inspiring. history and civics teachers who had been painstakingly gathering copies of real articles for decades about historical events had to teach from state approved textbooks. the cross-disciplinary fun projects for multiple subjects were cancelled. older teachers started phoning it in and planned their retirement.
anyway, one of the things i have always felt most grateful for in my life is that i squeaked through my public education before state testing choked it. it was a small rural public school (pretty well funded though, there are a lot of fancy summer homes in property taxing distance), and had very passionate teachers who were having extra creative fun squeezing out the last of their independence, knowing that testing was coming. i was one of the canaries in the coal mine and i will take great pleasure if my vote helps shut it down.
#massachusetts#yes on 2!!#i have no idea what to do with question 1 though#(the one about the executive branch being able to audit the legislature)#the massachusetts legislature is pretty shady but the executive branch isnât any better#i donât really think the general population is qualified to answer questions of constitutionality#one of the main arguments against it seems to be that itâll be expensive to fight out the constitutional ramifications in the courts#but so iâll probably vote yes because expensive or not the courts are more qualified than me to answer this lol#vote vote vote
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Killing Me Softly
pairing: cassian x reader
[ part 2 ]
warnings: swearing, violence, blood, jealous themes, angst
summary: [based off that episode in greys were Mer got beaten by that patient who didnât remember anything when they woke up]
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It had started out as a normal fight.
Something small and fixable.
But somewhere along the way, things had snowballed and the playful Cassian youâd always known had disappeared before your very eyes. âYou have a responsibility,â His tone is firm; slightly condescending and you can feel the attitude beginning to form when his arms cross over his chest. Cassian shoulders squared out, spine straight and wings pulled taut as he stood his ground. âThe answer is no.â
âCass, youâre not even listening. I told you I had this planned a week ago,â It comes out rushed, brows furrowed as you tried to meet something else besides that hard wall behind hazel eyes. âBesides itâs the med wing, they always have volunteers coming in to helpâitâs just one date.â
âThis really isnât up for discussion,â His steely exterior nearly crumbles to pieces when he sees the way you visibly deflate, fingers grazing over the pretty dress youâd spent three days searching for with Mor and Cass had to pretend to be thrilled when you came barreling through his bedroom door with it in hand. You were beaming, smile so wide he thought your cheeks would split in two. âNow, go get changed.â
Guilt bubbles in his belly at the sight of you, jaw clenched tight and eyes blinking furiously to push back the frustrated tears; you had been really excited. You say nothing when you breeze past him, making sure not to touch him or make eye contact when you disappear back where you came and Cass doesnât even need to turn around to know the way Azriel is looking at him. âThought you said the med-wing was fully staffed? Easy day, you said.â
âDonât even start.â
âIt was just one date, she bought a dress and everything.â Az doesnât buckle at the remorse that begins to scrunch at hard features, hands that clench and unclench at his sides as Cass battled a war that didnât take prisoners. âIf you wonât act on your feelings for her then leave her be so she can be happy.â
âSeriously, mind your fucking business.â Cassian all but snarls, golden eyes like burning lava when regarding his brother; the words hitting much harder than and punch. âShe had a job to do and sheâll be here doing it. We donât have time for stupid dresses and dates when people are dying.â
You donât speak when you re-emerge in something more sturdy, medical equipment neatly organized in a bag that you held loosely in one hand. A whole folder of papers had been shoved in your grasp from a brooding General, inky hair flying away from his face when the wind cut through on his speedy departure. Frustration builds but you donât allow it to overcome you, ignoring Azrielâs inquisitive stare, arms crossed over his chest and thick leathers hugging muscular thighs. âYou okay?â
You sigh, gesturing to the stack of papers while you begin down the hall. âIâm busy.â
Times flows significantly slower now that youâre aware youâre missing something of importance; youâd really been looking forward to dressing up. Taking special time on your hair and the dark kohl that Mor insisted would make your eyes pop. The bittersweet daydream of what couldâve been is interrupted by the ruffled patient, his body covered in a serious of wrappings and notes near his side table on the tonics heâd been givenâheavy duty sedatives and even stronger pain alleviants. Dosages so high there was no was he shouldâve been moving, eyes blinking into consciousness and slurred speech stumbling from his tongue. âWhere am I?â
âSir, itâs okay just relax. Iâm only here to help.â
âI shouldnât be here,â Your hands are gentle when they reach out for him in attempts to soothe but it only makes him more agitated, arms whipping around wildly and his volume steadily increases. âWho are you? Why am I here?â
âSir, please. If you just calm down I can explainâyou were hurt, Iâm only here to help.â
Rational thought and logic make no home in the frantic patients mind, his terrifyingly sturdy grip latches onto your shoulder. Youâre jostled in close, bandages and antiseptic falling from your grasp and you only have time for one sharp yelp before his hands are wrapped around your neck. It takes alarmingly little effort for him to get to his feet, slamming your form down on the cot heâd been recovering in for days. Broken noises pull from your throat, nails scratching at his arms and face and whatever skin you can get your hands on, punching and kicking and reaching for anything to help and just as a black spots line your vision you finally get a good kick in, enough to push you from his hands and your body tumbles to the floor with a thud.
Deep heaving breaths pull from you, sucking in as much oxygen as your lungs will allow and tears you didnât even realize youâd let out are streaming down the curve of your cheeks as you struggle to gain your footing, to get out of the room but hands are back around your arms. A broken cry fills the air when your face is shoved into the wall, heavy weight pushing you over and over until blood pooled from your temple and choked noises caught in your throat.
You canât even remember when it stopped, a darkness overtaking you but even thatâs abruptly ripped away from you for what feels like just seconds later. Someone screaming, strangled, pain filled shouts when you feel a set of hands on your body, lifting you from the floor and setting you on a cool table. âSheâs awake,â You hear Madja firmly speak, hands quick yet sturdy when reaching into her bag to pull out medical grade scissors. âAnyone not necessary needs to leave.â
âSheâs family, we arenât leaving her.â Azriel retorts even stronger, leaving no room for discussion and you can feel the warmth of his hands on your own when he looks down at you. âYouâre going to be okay, weâre here. Weâre all here.â
You canât even form words, eyes watery and panicked when darting between both of his own and the grip you have on his fingers when the healer pressed down on your abdomen is enough to have him barking at her for pain relief. âI canât just give her things without a full assessment.â
âAssess fasterâsheâs in too much pain.â
Everything goes in one ear and out the other; you keep trying to speak, to beg them to please stop poking there and prodding at that bruise and asking if it hurt there, because it hurt everywhere. Broken whines pull from your throat, chest heaving and limbs trembling so hard the table shook. âI can feel threeâno four broken ribs, collarbone fracture on the right side, shoulders dislocated on the right as well.â Madja begins, voice almost void of any emotion as she drifts from a person to a woman in charge. The High Lord in standing near your head, murmuring encouraging words while soaking in the information, a grim expression shared between him and the shadowsinger. âDamage to the brain is possible with such intense trauma to her head; two males had to physically pull the patient off of her.â
âWhy would he even do this?â Rhys takes the warm cloth handed to him and gently begins to drag it over your forehead, trying his best to comfort you through the agony. âSheâs harmlessâshe wouldnât have hurt a fly.â
âIt was the first time heâd been lucid since weâd found him; he doesn���t even remember what happened.â
Half a dozen more healers filter in the room with handfuls of equipment, eyes filled with worry when regarding one of their own but they quickly shake it off and step into line to assist. Azriel snarls at Madjaâs words, stomach clenching in disdain at the helpless groans you let out, head lolling from side to side, tears treading trails into your hair as the pain overwhelms you.
Madja skims a knuckle over your jaw on accident when accessing the harsh bruising at your throat and the yelp that pulls is absolutely devastating. âGrab the restraints and hold her down,â The healer commands to the others, insisting they wrap them tighter while ignoring the deep shouts of the two males guarding you like their lives depended on it. âHer jaw is broken,â A heavy sigh pulls from Madja, dark hair tightly braided behind her shoulders. ââI have to set it and it wonât be fun so help me or get out of the room so we can do our jobs.â
Rhysandâs fingers are running through your hair, Azrielâs thumb rubbing soothing circles along the back of your hands and you feel the exact moment they both go stiff, heads turning to face the towering figure that stuttered to a stop in the doorway. âIâll hold her arms,â The shadowsinger holds your arms with a firmness you hadnât experienced from him before, soft apologies being whispered into your ears when your heart rate surges. âCass, hold her legs. She needs to be still.â
The General doesnât move, eyes wide and mouth hung open when he takes in your form. The clothes that were cut from your body, the countless amounts of thick gauze and medical towels soaked with your blood pooling in piles on the floor. Warbled streaks of crimson red is a stark contrast against the white floors; the smeared print of ten fingers and two palms drag along the wall, the small side table and the around door handleâyouâd just nearly gotten away. âCassian,â Azriel snaps, the rough tone ripping him from his trance. âHold down her legs, now.â
The shock doesnât wear off even if he does do as heâs told, golden eyes stuck on every bruise, ears painfully attuned to every whimper, every cry and gut-wrenching scream when your jaw was forced open, the bone shifting with a deafening crunch. âPlease, please, please.â You barely get the words out; speech slurred, sweat lacing your forehead, body shaking so hard from the pain you couldnât tell what was up from down. âPlease, make it stop. Please, Iâll do anythingâplease stop.â
âGive her something!â Rhys snapped, wiping away tears and bracing you from moving around too much.
Madja scoffs, outnumbered and overwhelmed she calls for a tonic, allowing a higher dose than normal and your relief is instant. Deep cries fade to drawn out whimpers before your whole form goes eerily limp. âThis will not be an easy recovery; if you think that was bad, just wait.â Quick hands make work of setting your shoulder with a sharp jolt and another healer is wrapping it in thick bandages to keep it in place. âWhy was she even in here? The form specifically stated that supervision was required for this patientâshe shouldnât have been alone.â
âShe shouldnât have been here at all,â One of the healers muttered under her breath, hands quick and careful when tucking your hair behind your ear and dabbing your face clean of the blood that had started drying. ââshe had a date today. I took this shift for her so she could go. Sheâs been talking about it all week.â
A silence fills the room and Rhys follows the sharp stare Azriel had trained on the General whoâd been stuck in place at your feet. His hands shake where they rest near your calves, gaze seemly stuck on the socks you wore, fabric torn and stained in your own blood and he can just picture how hard youâd struggled trying to escape. Cassian says nothing, not when the others seem to catch on; putting together a piece of the puzzle in his silenceâthe shock that settles in every pore and the guilt that radiated from his burly form.
He only watches as they collect the soiled gauze off the floor, antiseptic filling the space when they begin to scrub your handprints off the wall, sweeping up the drywall that gave way from the pure strength put into smashing your body to pieces. âFour broken ribs,â Azrielâs voice is unnervingly calm when the last of the healers filter out, the door shutting behind with a soft click. ââa fractured collarbone; she was thrown into the wall so hard her shoulder popped out of socket.â Rhys takes a step forward, a hand raised to stop the shadowsinger but heâs sharply cut off, Azâs tone getting just a bit deeper when he stalks towards Cassian like predators did their prey. âHe nearly shattered her skullâsheâd be dead if it werenât for one of the other patients. They heard her scream and found me.â Inky shadows slink around Azrielâs shoulders, but itâs the hand that pushes Cassian a step away from you that finally gains his attention.
âAzrielââ Rhysand begins to intercept but abruptly pauses when the spymaster continues, fingers pointed at the leader of the Night Courts armies.
âYou made her stay today because you were jealous.â
The High Lord goes still, violet eyes sliding from one friend to the other. âWhat?â
âShe had a date and Cass was jealous because he has feelings for her and is too afraid to say anything.â Azriel canât seem to stop once heâs started; such pure rage burning beneath his skin at the selfishness that resulted in such unimaginable pain.
âYou think any of that matters right now?â Cassian doesnât even sound like himself; no booming voice or need to make his point, no logical facts and carefully thought out points. He canât even stop looking at you, eyes glassy and shoulders slumped when remembering what youâd looked like just two hours earlier. âI thought I didnât deserve her before but nowâafter this? I know I donât.â
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar x reader#acotar x you#acotar#cassian#cassian acosf#cassian x you#cassian angst#cassian x reader#cassian acotar#acotar fanfiction#cassian fanfic#general of the night court
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When Melissa tried to flirt with Neil:
#or really just in general#man had a one track mind#his brain was all about Andrew and honestly?#cant blame him#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil#the kings men#tkm#the raven king#trk#the foxhole court#tfc#aftg shitpost#all for the game incorrect quotes#all for the gay#all for the game my beloved#aftg meme#trk meme#tfc meme
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Serenity Found
Cassian X Fem Reader
Summary: A quiet night in, causes the General of the Night Court to Reveal his true feelings to you.
Content Warning: None
Word count: 592
A/N: I'm sorry I keep promising things and not delivering. I'm juggling a lot and writing has been put to the back burner so much so I cried about it today. So here is a cute fluffy drabble for you. If you see any mistakes...no you didn't.
Dividers by the beautiful @tsunami-of-tears
ACOTAR MASTERLIST Taglist Request
The warmth from the flames in the library fought against the winter chill that had blanketed Velaris. Tucked into a blanket, your head finding purchase in the lap of your best friend, The General of the Night Courtâs Armies. His fingers were idly gliding through your hair as he read his novel. Looking up at him for a moment; you were entranced by Cassianâs rugged beauty.
Illuminated by the fire crackling in the hearth, his face had a golden glow, his hair up in a bun, a few stray pieces framing his face that now held stubble after going days without shaving. His wings were relaxed against the couch. You fought the urge to press your thumb against the crease between his eyebrows as his Hazel irises focused on his book. Unable to resist the urge much longer you reached up to do just that when his free hand gripped your wrist. âKnock it off.â His tone was light, and a smile appeared causing your heart to flutter. He resembled one of the old gods that Rhysâ mom would tell you about, handsome, kind and exudes raw power off his body. All those attributes describe your best friend of centuries. You were the moment he smiled at you and remained his when he had rescued you from the cruel fate of servitude. If only he realized he had your heart in the palm of his hands.
He remained unaware and you were left with a void in your heart the size of an Illyrian warrior.
The Mother was a cruel vixen.
âSweetheart?â You blinked and noticed his smile had disappeared, replaced with a look of concern. âWhere did you go?â
You smiled, âNo where, I just missed you,â You turned back to your own book.
His hand grazed your arm, the soft scrap of his callouses against your skin, causing a shiver to race down your spine. âI promise to not be away for so long. I missed our reading nights. Being near you brings me suchâŚâ
âSerenity?â You glanced back to see him give a curt nod. Heat crept to your face at his admission, âMe too.â
Cassianâ lightly pulled your arm so you were facing him once more, âI have a confession to make.â
âOkay?â I rose from my spot to give him my full attention.
âCan I show you?â My head tilted, âIts better if I show you.â
You werenât sure if your heart was beating, âOf course, Cassian. I trust you.â
Cassianâs Hazelâs eyes held your gaze with an intensity that wasnât there a moment previously. âGood.â He cupped your face, and, in a moment, his lips were on yours. Quickly grip his waist in your hands he pulled you close. Pulling away before you could deepen the kiss, Cassian wraps a muscled arm around your waist and places his forehead to yours. âI couldnât keep it in any longer.â
âCassian.â You whispered your chest warming as the gold thread tethered your soul to his. You pushed him slightly as if you could see the thing tethering you two together. âYouâre my-
You looked up to find the Generalâs face morph from shock to pure happiness, âMate. Youâre mine.â
No longer fighting your urge you slid into his lap and peppered his stubbled face with kisses. âYours. Iâve always been yours.â
And as the night went on you two sat in the library, in each otherâs arms fast asleep. As two lonely souls morphed into one. Calmness falling between them as sleep consumed them.
Finding Serenity at last.
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genuinely would love for some of the "both parties are the same" people to name me a single election in the entirety of the twenty first century where the outcome for the country wouldn't have been better if a democrat had won
#personal#like come on we all know shit would have been amazingly better if the supreme court hadn't couped al gore#kerry would have also been infinitely better than bush too#i'm very glad we got two years of obama rather than a mccain presidency or a romney presidency#and honestly if you think hillary would have been worse than trump or that biden has been worse than trump#or that kamala will somehow be worse than trump 2.0 as he attempts to install himself as fascist dictator for life#you're not a serious person and shouldn't be allowed outside without an adult and also should probably get smacked in the head#with a cast iron pan#every american presidential election for my entire life has very obviously been 'the democrat is infinitely better than the republican'#and has only gotten moreso as i've grown up#hell every election in general is still showing that dems are better than republicans#democrats control the house? they get stuff down#republicans control the house? they go to recess early and are legit gearing up to shut down the government in october#(of an ELECTION YEAR god please let republicans singlehandedly shut down the government a month before election day)#(as a republican tries to take back the white house please god it would be so fucking funny to watch them deal with that)#but like yeah literally vote blue no matter who because i've been alive for twenty five whole years#and in those twenty five years never once has the republican been remotely the better option or even the 'lesser of two evils' option
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What did you say?
Summary: He needs to stop saying thank you.
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Word Count: 1047
Warnings: none, unless you can say tooth rotting fluff and domestic cass x reader counts?
A/n: this is just adorable i loved writing this so muchđĽšđĽšđĽš
cassian is just so pookie and i love him sm đ someone get me a cassian please as a birthday git đ
anyways, ENJOYđĽš
(p.s: this is like the one fic i didnt discuss with berry my love becos i changed the plan for cass's fic like 5 days before posting and wrote this thang in basically a few hours lol i forgot to yap my bad sorry đ)
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Being a five hundred year old fae, not many thingâs excited Y/n. But there were also a lot of things that did excite Y/n, and one of them was watching her husband fumble around trying to make her smile.
That morning, Y/n had woken up with a raging headache, the pounding in her head beating her brain like a wardrum. Add to the mix her hormones were all over the place at not finding herself waking up in the comforting embrace of her giant teddy bear.
She had been in a pissy mood all morning when Cassian returned home after his training session with the valkyries that lasted longer than usual.
Y/n had been glaring down at her plate of fried eggs that were not as runny as she liked, having lost touch with cooking them for herself because Cassian insisted on making her breakfast everyday when he walked in through the door to their marital home.
Of course, he did not realise that she was in a very bad mood and tried to joke around, trying to get her spirits to lift as usually that seemed to work.
"Looks like someone woke on the wrong side of the bed today, huh?"
Y/n turned sharply to glare at her husband who did not even have the decency to apologise for not being there for her when she woke with the headache that still refused to leave before making fun of her. The fucking audacity.
She had only glared at him for a long moment before turning and leaving to their bedroom, but that moment was enough for Cassian to catch onto the fact that she was mad mad.
It also allowed Y/n a glimpse of panic flashing in his eyes, for which she had felt guilty but she knew she needed time to calm down before talking to him.
And now, it was evening, and the puppy eyes Cassian watched Y/n with were making her heart melt.
How could someone be this adorable?
Heâd been at it the whole day. Bringing her her favourite pastries from a nearby bakery, running her a hot bath and slipping a note into the bedroom from under the door, making her dinner. When she had come down after a relaxing bath, he had even offered her a back massage.
His voice had been so light, but she heard the softness, the caution in it.
And Y/n had almost agreed to that massage that sounded so heavenly, but watching her husband be sad over her behaviour that morning ate her alive, and agreeing to let him cater to all her wants without realising that she was not mad at him felt like she was using him.
It had almost been an hour since he had offered, and since theyâd had dinner and moved to the living room. She had tried to make conversation with him, but he seemed lost in his own mind, offering her short responses before his eyes turned distant again.
Y/n did not need that bond between her and her husband to know that he was trying to figure out what heâd done wrong.
"Cass?"
He blinked, then looked away from her, his ears darkening before he met her gaze again. "Sorry, I didnât mean to stare."
Y/n raised a brow. "And so what if you did?" his brows furrowed, so Y/n hastened to add in case he thought she was still mad. "Iâm your wife, your mate. You can look however much you want."
"I⌠yeah."
Y/n sighed, then stood from the couch and walked over to the oversized armchair adjacent to the fireplace that Cassian occupied and settled down in his lap, trying to focus on formulating a coherent sentence and not on the way his warm hands immediately wrapped around her waist.
He watched her quietly, his eyes slightly wide.
Though those beautiful eyes fluttered shut when Y/n leaned in and kissed him.
It was not a full on kiss, if she had to be honest. It was just a tiny peck, even that faint brush of their lips sending pleasant warmth shooting through her veins.
"Thank you-" Y/n paused, watching her husband blurt out the two words with her brows tugging together.
"What- what did you say?"
He blinked, blood climbing up his neck. "I⌠thank you?"
Y/n could not help it anymore. She threw her head back and laughed, unable to control the shaking of her body.
"Cass, are you thanking me for kissing you?"
"Yeah? You were mad at me-"
"I wasnât."
He blinked again, then leaned back in the armchair. "What do you mean- why were you upset in the morning then?"
Y/n sighed, dropping her head into the junction between his shoulder and neck. "I had a raging headache when I woke up, and then I wanted to cuddle with you but you were gone. I was just upset at that."
He exhaled, raising his hands to run through Y/nâs unbound hair. "Iâm sorry love, I had to go. You know the blood rite is coming soon, and a lot more priestesses and illyrian women want to partake this year. Azâs been running himself ragged, and Gwynâs been so worried for him."
Y/n pulled back to meet his eyes. "Donât apologise for being you, Cass. I know you love to help and train, and I am not mad when I am blessed with the most amazing husband in all of prythian."
Cassianâs eyes turned glassy at that, and he softly kissed her forehead.
"Thank you-"
Y/n groaned, standing up again.
"I swear to the mother if you say that one more time Iâm going to bite you."
HIs expression morphed into a serious one, smile fading, and Y/n was once again reminded of his position in the night court. He looked more like his scheming general self that her sweet, adorable husband who pouted everytime Y/n did not give him five more minutes of cuddles.
"Y/n⌠thank you."
Y/n burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as she watched him leap out of his preferred seat and bolted up the stairs to their bedroom.
"Oh you cunning ass!"
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thinking about how feyre literally told rhys âto keep out of itâ during nestaâs intervention and almost IMMEDIATELY he opens his big mouth and starts meddling. and not just that but he also starts going on about brawling nesta and going âhead to headâ with herâŚ.??? my brother in christ that is your mateâs sister why are you acting like this .
#âYou want to go head-to-head Nesta Archeron?â no sheâs a traumatized war survivor leave her alone#rhys literally threatening to âŚfight a woman ???#and just in general going against feyreâs requests#has this man EVER listened to her#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#nesta archeron#anti rhysand#pro nesta#acosf#god itâs been ages since iâve been a hater#let me hate once more
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My Feemor proposal
A popular headcanon for Feemor is that he's a Jedi Shadow. Shadows are spies and basically detectives. Feemor's lineage has a reputation for being eccentric, infamous, and finding trouble everywhere they go. So, walk with me here, Feemor's an eccentric, famous, blonde detective.
This is Feemor.
#i can't stop giggling over this#sure feemor gets hints from the force but that's not admissible in court so he has to do it the regular way and he's damn good at it#feemor figuring out palpatine is the sith master and his Grand Evil Plan like âit's so dumb it's brilliant!â âNO! it's just dumb.â#many space tweets have been made going#âwas anyone going to tell me that galaxy famous detective Feemor is not only a Jedi but brother to a High General AND grandson of DOOKU??â#sound off on who you think should be the phillip to his blanc i personally think it should be a famous space actor ala hugh grant#yeah i think benoit blanc is married to real life actor hugh grant phillip's just his middle name#feemor#star wars
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