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👗 Kristy on her date with Tristan during the concert?

[web-series]

Rainha do Verão

Clara se assusta ao ver seu pai, Gilmar, na festa da coração da Rainha do Verão.

[Clara]- pai?!

[Gilmar]- eu mesmo, meu bem, em carne e osso. Tá surpresa, né?

[Clara]- é claro que sim, muito. Que cê tá fazendo aqui?

[Gilmar]- ué, o mesmo que todo mundo. Vim prestigiar a sua festa. Já faz tanto tempo que a gente não se vê.

[Clara]- pois devia ter me avisado que viria antes.

[Gilmr]- pra quê? Pra você não deixar eu vir? Eu te conheço bem, filhota.

[Clara]- e a minha mãe?

[Gilmar]- você sabe que ela não gosta de festas. Preferiu ficar.

[Clara]- pensei que já tivessem se divorciado.

[Gilmar]- a gente nunca se amou mesmo. Mas aí entra uma coisa que se chama comodismo e eu acho que é nesse estágio que estamos. Vamos ver o que vem pela frente.

[Clara]- bom...preciso receber os demais convidados, daqui a pouco a ganhadora do concurso chega. Já que está aqui, divirta-se.

[Gilmar]- obrigado, meu bem. Tenho certeza de que vou, sim, me divertir muito.

Mariana conta para Cadu que mentiu pra polícia.

[Mariana]- fica tranquilo, chefinho. Ninguém tá sabendo de nada.

[Cadu]- ótimo. Continue enrolando eles pra eu ganhar tempo.

[Mariana]- já sabe o que pretende fazer? Se você voltar, com certeza vai dar ruim.

[Cadu]- não, voltar agora é inviável. Mas posso me vingar daqui mesmo. 

[Mariana]- mas como?

[Cadu]- preciso que se infiltre na casa da Dalila, e no momento certo, elimine a Tatiana.

[Mariana]- quê?! Tá me pedindo pra matar uma pessoa?! Não, desculpa, mas isso pra mim é demais!

[Cadu]- você é a única que pode fazer isso.

[Mariana]- não. Posso fazer qualquer coisa, mas matar, não.

[Cadu]- escuta aqui, sua desgraçada. Você vai fazer o que eu mandar, se não quiser perder todos os seus órgãos! Não tô com paciência pra esse seu mimimi do caralho!

Enquanto isso, Dalila e os amigos chegam na festa de Clara.

[Bianca]- gente, eu tô me sentindo muito estranha, nem conheço essas pessoas.

[Dalila]- fica de boa, amiga, EU sou a dona da porra toda e vocês estão comigo. Só pensem em se divertir.

[João]- amiga, cê não tá achando estranho olhando daqui, que NINGUÉM da festa está a caráter?

[Sara]- quem pediu pra gente vir de roupa de banho? Não era uma pool party?

[Dalila]- hum, já vi que a tal da Clara quis fazer com que a gente se passasse de ridículo. Eu sabia que tinha alguma coisa errada.

[Samuel]- porra, e agora? Todo mundo mó elegante e a gente aqui achando que tá em Salvador.

[Dalila]- fiquem tranquilos porque aqui quem manda somos nós. E eles vão dançar conforme o nosso ritmo.

[gentlepyrate]

@gilmre​

no one's ever sat him down and made him discuss sex before it happened, so stede can say with confidence that he has no idea what he is doing. he'd thought he had no idea what he was doing when he first starting having pleasurable sex, but at least he'd had vague ideas from mary, and some knowledge he'd picked up from conversation. now, he has truly no idea what he is doing, but he is trying his best.

    does that sound good to you?

" yes, it - it does. "    he's fiddling with his hands, crossed in front of him. light pink dusted over his cheeks. he doesn't even feel nervous, just . . . out of his depth. but he trusts gilmore, and he struck out from barbados without a single clue of how to actually sail, and now he's a pirate captain, he can surely figure out how to do this.

" i- "  nervous laughter, hand on his thighs, now, pressing down onto the fabric as if he's noticed he's fiddling with his hands like a child.   " honestly, all i really want is for you to be happy. to - to be good for you. "

he's actually not sure if he has any preferences at all, or at least not any that he knows about. except for the fact that as soon as he thinks that, a few things come to mind, like the way he feels when he receives praise, adoration. yes, he wants his partner to feel good, but a great bit of that is wanting to know that's his doing. that he made them feel good. the way he feels when his partner presses him down, the weight of it, the feeling of being pinned and on display, used as desired.

forcing that information out of himself feels a bit like pushing an object that’s simply too heavy to move, so stede ends up simply breathing out, biting his lip, and looking down at his sleeves where he has begun paying with the ruffles there.

without looking directly at gilmore, it's easier, he finds.

" i like praise, "   he manages in a quiet voice. dear lord, they aren't even naked or touching, and stede already feels more vulnerable than he's possibly ever been. whenever they actually start, he's going to be wholly ruined, and he's rather looking forward to it.

[lovcalivc]

@gilmre​

Vax’ildan wasn’t the kind of person to get angry easily. He had spent years honing a calm, collected facade-mostly so he didn’t alarm Vex with emotions that were too strong when they were growing up. When Vax came upon Gilmore being attacked by some thugs, however, to say he was angry would’ve been a gross understatement. As far as he was concerned, Gilmore was the nicest, kindest, most thoughtful and generous person Vax had met in a very long time. He didn’t deserve to be treated that way.

Unsheathing one of his many daggers, he hurried in their direction and, after a brief scuffle, managed to chase them off. He was breathing heavily, angry, when he felt gentle hands grasp his face and give him a kiss on the lips.

Gilmore.

Almost immediately, he felt himself calm down as he returned the kiss. “How badly are you hurt?” He asked softly when he broke the kiss for some much needed air that he hadn’t realized he needed in the moment.

[krakean-a]

                            “ sajan ! ”    the door to shop bursts open, heavy thud of boots on expensive wood, the laugh that splits lips is a jolly one, seeing @gilmre​ is a highlight of stopping in emon, and one of the only reasons blackbeard himself leaves the ship   ( izzy is rather good at keeping things going without the captain, though his loyalty is undeniable. )    “ i’ve brought you a gift. ”    rude as piracy has made him he does not show up empty handed.    -  🖤  !

[snowsurvive-aa]

@gilmre​ ( gilmore )     :     vacation  starter

cassandra  feels . . . brittle .     it’s  the  best  word  for  it ,  probably ,  if  she  really  thinks  about  it  --  she’s  in  one  piece ,  but  pieces  that  would  be  easy  to  fracture  and  crumble  around  her  ears .     this . . . vulnerability  is  probably  part  of  why  she’s  been  sent  away  --  forced  to  take  a  break ,  to  walk  away ,  to  being  her  back  to  herself  and  to  some  semblance  of  balance .     emon  was  an  understandable  choice  for  an  early  foray ,  a  place  with  more  people  she’s  familiar  with  --  though  not  familiar  with  the  place  ( familiar  with  no  place  beyond  whitestone ,  not  before  now )  .

even  so ,  the  smile  that  she  offers  gilmore  on  sight  is  one  of  the  most  genuine  and  excited  that  she’s  managed  in . . . well .     over  a  year  at  this  point .          “ gilmore , ”          she  says ,  voice  warm  as  she  takes  a  step  towards  him .          “ it’s  a  pleasure  to  see  you  again . ”          and  under  better  terms .

[flyingupward]

       ❝ SHE’S GONE, shaun. ❞ those who know the arcanist well will know how out of character the utter defeat in her voice is. those who know her as well as gilmore will know she’s completely shattered, broken in a way most don’t think possible for her. ❝ she’s gone and it’s MY FAULT. ❞

@gilmre​ // liked for a starter

[gloomstalk]

@gilmre​ ( gilmore )     :     mind if I close my eyes for a bit ?     i’m exhausted.

kima  gives  a  stiff  nod ,  leaning  back  in  her  chair .          “ yeah ,  do  what  you  need . ”          he  and  allura  are  tearing  themselves  apart  at  the  seams  to  keep  the  people  of  whitestone  safe ,  the  least  thing  she  can  do  is  to  keep  an  eye  on  him  --  and  their  surroundings  --  as  he  takes  a  rare  moment  for  himself .          “ need  anything ,  or  just  some  shuteye ? ”          there’s  a  million  things  that  they  all  need ,  she  knows ,  and  no  way  to  get  all  ( if  any )  of  them ,  but  hey ,  there’s  no  harm  in  asking .     

[moondrropsa]

   The Lavish Chateau is a place full of magic.  Everywhere Mollymauk looks there is something glittering, something colorful and picturesque.  There’s something familiar about the place, but it’s hard to pinpoint what exactly that is.  All he knows is everything he sees of this places makes him giddy.  Fills him with Joy.

How’d he even get in here?  He’s not entirely sure but he’s glad his quiet entrance went unnoticed for the time being.  Hood covers the curve of his horns, the glint of his golden jewelry as he tucks himself into a corner.  The lights dim and out steps the Ruby of the Sea.  She’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen; she sounds like a siren who stepped onto land.

So enraptured is he in this spell, he doesn’t notice the purple and gold garb of the other person at the table as he falls into the nearest free chair.  Leans on his forearms, mouth slightly agape.

“ Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your entire life? “

@gilmre / x.

[gentlepyrate]

for @gilmre <3

" good morning ! "  stede says in a loud sing-song voice to an empty room. it's not empty, though, it's full of flowers, and those are, of course, the intended recipient of his cheerful greeting, as well as, perhaps, the morning sun. however, as he walks into the front of the shop, he sees a man standing there among the flowers as well.

" oh! good morning to you as well, "   stede says, already a little flustered. he hadn't realized anyone was here, certainly not the most handsome well-dressed looking man he’s ever seen in his life. he really needs to invest in that doorbell that he'd forgotten about.

stede slides the glasses off of the tip of his nose, tucking them into his vest so he can see better and holds the clipboard he’d been reading from (seed catalogs and such) to his chest.

" just let me know if you need any assistance, hm? "

[lovcalivc]

@gilmre​

Pike beamed at him. “Of course I do!” She said without hesitation. “You’ve been so helpful to us, helping you get settled in here for a bit while we figure everything out is really the least we can do for you.” Even if Vax didn’t have a soft spot for him. Pike knew that every other member of Vox Machina (herself included) had nothing but respect for Gilmore. “Can I get you anything else?”

[krakean-a]

                                   izzy isn’t here to buffer, he took fang and ivan off to gather supplies some time ago. the captain himself had decided to stay behind, let the underlings take care of it. so blackbeard watches gilmore carefully, eyes dancing over the sorcerer with no small amount of supposed disdain.    they move to the railing, looking down at him, eyes cold.   the kraken’s grip on them has tightened, it has taken his heartbreak and used it. coiled into him without mercy. their boots are heavy on the deck, on a ship that isn’t their own, but is flying their flag.   changed.   adjusted.    corrected.    “ you shouldn’t be here, gilmore. ”    name like oil on their tongue, malice like poison in their tone.

                                  “ i’d think coming to port twice without a visit would be enough subtlety, mate. ”    he looks different, he looks tired,    he looks angry. it’s faux rage, brought on by pain,  by sorrow and repression, a desire not to feel it.   it’s a dangerous sort of fury,  and now, it is directed at sajan.    “ get off my fuckin’ ship. ”

@gilmre​

[snowsurvive-aa]

@gilmre​ ( gilmore )     :     healing  is  not  linear , but  it’s  always  moving  forward .

cassandra  doesn’t  respond  for  a  long  moment ,  diverting  her  attention  instead  to  straightening  her  sleeves ,  the  hem  of  her  jacket ,  anything  that  could  possibly  be  askew  --  anything  that  would  be  easy  to  fix .     running  whitestone  is  hardly  easy ,  but  at  least  it’s  something  she’s  come  to  understand . . . her  own  trauma  and  experiences  are  a  different  beast  entirely .

it  isn’t  often  that  she  disagrees  with  him ,  but  today  may  be  an  exception .     perhaps  it’s  rather  nihilistic  of  her ,  but  perhaps  she  can  be  forgiven  for  that ,  given . . . everything .          “ i’m  not  certain  that’s  true , ”          she  admits ,  eyes  only  half - focused  as  she  looks  out  the  window .          “ well .     perhaps  there’s  merit  in  the  non - linearity  of  it  all  --  that  much  is  certainly  true . ”          today  is  certainly  one  of  cassandra’s  good  days ,  where  she  can  get  to  her  feet  and  get  dressed  and  fully  participate  in  a  conversation ,  in  the  work  that  means  so  much  to  her .     but  that  does  not  mean  that  tomorrow  will  be  one  as  well ,  nor  the  day  after  that .     cassandra  will  work  through  it  --  she  always  does .     she’d  never  been  good  at  taking  breaks ,  even  as  a  child . . . and  then ,  it  didn’t  particularly  matter .     now ,  even  with  the  council ,  the  day - to - day  concerns  of  her  people  rely  on  her  pulling  it  together .     and  she  will ,  for  them .

“ but  sometimes . . . ”          the  words  are  heavy  on  her  tongue ,  awkward ,  and  she  shakes  her  head  to  clear  it .     the  de  rolos  had  never  been  taught  how  to  express  emotions ,  and  life  with  the  briarwoods  ( if  you  could  call  it  life )  hadn’t  exactly  been . . . well .     she  doesn’t  want  to  think  about  it .          “ it  feels  rather  one  step  forward ,  two  steps  back . ”

[flyingupward]

@gilmre​ said: “It’s not fair for you to put your issues onto literal inanimate objects.” for allura LMAO

       a heavy sigh as she casts a look to THE OLD BOOK she’s thrown halfway across the library. she watches as eskil picks it up, shooting her a dirty look as he does so. she offers an apologetic wave and the older man walks away, shaking his head.

       allura looks back at gilmore and practically sinks into a nearby chair. ❝ I’M SORRY, SHAUN. you know i hate to lose my temper like that, i just... it’s driving me mad being cooped up here while thordak is out there doing gods know what and kima- ❞ she stops short and this time the air that falls from her lips is more frustrated. ❝ well only BAHAMUT knows what that woman is up to. something stupid and reckless, i’m sure... i just... this is our mess, my mess. it shouldn’t be VOX MACHINA’S burden to bear. ❞

[mrsgilmoredanes]

luke + bringing food to lorelai

merry christmas, @gilmre! from your gg secret santa 🎅🏻

[hlsng]

                                                  he is greeted by the smell of incense when he enters, and he knows will be clinging to his coat, in his hair, when he leaves. that he’ll have to find time to shower before sundown lest his master find out.   ( though really, nandor has never noticed. )    it’s becoming familiar to him, like a routine and something in that is thrilling, and something in that is terrifying. this secret life of his. 

                                                  guillermo moves into the shop, glancing over items with the same sense of wonderment he feels anytime he sees them, he tries not to get distracted, tries not to look too hard because really he’s only got until sundown before he’s missed at the house.    guillermo shakes his head, drawing his attention back to gilmore with the same little smile he always wears when thinking about hunting. it’s nervous and fragile and a little odd, but it’s genuine. because gilmore is always nice to him, even if guillermo is convinced it’s a marketing tactic, but honestly, it’s working.     “ sorry, i know i feel like i was just here, it’s . . . just a busy week, i guess. ”       @gilmre​  -   💜 ! ​