#i need her grahhh

[venusinthesun]

Chat im dropping fem obey me borderline horny posting clear the area‼️

Lucifer whose mean gaze falters a bit as the new exchange student sits so perfectly in her lap, hands twitching slightly as kisses accompanied with small nips are pressed to her jaw and neck.

She told herself that this human was worth nothing, that it was just until the program was over but struggles to keep her thoughts focused at the sound of a whine from the girl in her lap.

“Still both of us fully clothed and yet you’re so needy already.”

She accidentally lets her claws dig into soft skin of your hips, barely keeping it together as you look up at her with those eyes. With a prideful smirk, Lucifer who takes a mental note to clear her schedule for tomorrow.

[glittarbomb]

i think satori's grief should be talked about more often , i mean if your sister who you acted mature for and cared for after your parents yk. Died .. ? just like. Up and disappeared without a trace yeah thats gonna probably leave you with a lot of grief, especially considering the fact that when and if she ever came back. shes a husk. a husk of her old self. koishi practically killed herself and satori is left with the grief of all of it. she loves and cares about her sister so much and they were quite literally eachothers best friends because they knew everything about eachother!! but now its not the same!!! man i just wish people would bring this up more ,,,

[bizarrescribblez]

can my grandma not bug me about getting a boyfriend/ask if I gave some guy I don’t even know my number .. (doesn’t she know I’m married to dethklok’s lead guitarist /j.. unless)

[smellpelt]

me going through the latest on the Justice tag as if I haven't already liked and reblogged every post of her

[astro-inthestars]

this is a reminder to myself to STOP FAWNING OVER MY FAVE MINECRAFT YOUTUBER AND GO DO RESEARCH!!!!!

[fruitsyrups]

I tried to type the word lives but accidentally said loves and then it autocorrected to lobes. What.

[meejijis]

“HOW DARE YOU MAKE HER LOOK LIKE A KID 😡😡😡” bruh she’s canonically short in the damn manga. She was drawn that way, it’s not my fault that the creator chose to make her be a short petite woman lol

[formerquestionmarkmp]

“Please tell me I’m not a puppet… a-and that I’m a good mom and- and- and that I’m not your pawn and- and I’m just a human being and- and…”

…

“Sorry…”

“You’re… a nice Bill, right? I uh… I really, really hate to ask, but mine really fucked me up throughout my teenage hood and I, uh…”

…

“Can I hug you so tight you nearly suffocate and cry so hard you’d think I was ten and not in my thirties?”

-@formerquestionmarkmp

(Slightly ooc for her but I can’t resist the temptation to have her attach herself to another Bill as a trauma response and damn it your Bill is so aesthetic I couldn’t help myself. I’d like to mention this is the twins mom btw)

[lexluvswriting]

ꔫ L'autunno.

☆ Ch: 1 [next page]

-> Pairing: Eris x ballet dancer!fem!reader.

-> Content Warning/CW: x fem!reader (she/her), slow-burn, rivals to lovers, tinkle of angst on occasion, fluff, non-specified identity Summer Court!reader, regarding canon ACOTAR time: after defeat of Hybern. live, laugh, love 2 lesbian mothers!!

-> Trigger Warnings/TW: Eris Vanserra, mentions of racism, mentions of discrimination, mentions of forced removal from homes (cant think of the name rn), Beron Vanserra is a massive cunt.

W/C: 2.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: omg eris fic is here grahhh!!! the title for this comes from Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerto album, which i do listen to while writing this, yes yes. Eris has is a massive dick, but i'd like to hope he's a massive dick for a reason that will (hopefully) be revealed better. Hopefully, reader holds him accountable & gives him a run for his money!! (you will). While reader is fem for this fic, there's no specified identity (except being from Summer Court). There are a few referrals to racism using the Courts of Prythian & the fae, so if this feels triggering or hurtful, please let me know if it feels like it's written badly/insincerely! i'm merely basing such references off of personal & researched experiences. TYSM for reading, please enjoy <3

A violin filled the studio, wafting around like a strong scent- hypnotic as you inhaled deeply, eyes shut to steel yourself and count in before your arms swung up and out, fingers and feet pointed within your ballet shoes as you began to dance. Careful, calculated steps sent you spinning around the room- the perfect prima of your time. A prime example for those who dream to even come close to your level.

In a room of fire, your movements were fluid. In a room of embers, you were a tidal wave. Your body poise and malleable as you stretched yourself alluringly to those who watched as you swayed for the sweet symphony of violins. Eyes watched you from a concealed viewing platform high above- russet spheres simmering with a flame of interest that was bound to end in a fiery mess.

“Her. I want her to perform for the Equinox.”

“She’s quite the star, isn’t she?” Your mentor nodded, eyes twinkling with pride, before he wore his favourite facade- an arrogant smirk on his lips as he inspected his manicured nails. Eris’ face was impassive, yet any trained, or similarly minded individual would see the need for greed in his russet eyes as he glared down at you, pupils flaring possessively.

“She’s my starlet, young Lord. I cannot let her perform without any… payment. She will be put through harsh training- stretching, extension of her muscles, and her diet will be limited- to ensure she is tamed and perfect for the Lord’s family. I know the Lady of Autumn thoroughly enjoys the…” He trailed off nervously as Eris held up a silencing hand, the young heir fixing him with a cold stare- despite the fire in his veins.

“Spare me. Your pocket will be stuffed accordingly. But I warn you,” With one hand he grabbed the collar of the weaker male’s shirt with a predatory grace,

 She must be perfect, or else we won’t have her, and the only old you’ll see is the Vanserra signet ring imprinted in your cheek.” His hand clenched accordingly, the Vanserra signet ring- the emblem of the Autumn Court banners carved in the pure gold, making Gustav still and nod compliantly. The heir dismissively waved for a servant to hand your instructor a list before storming out- ignoring your dancing figure.

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“Wrong! When we kick, our leg must come out-”

A cold hand clamped around your calf, another hand pushing just above your knee, the joint loose like a hinge. Your face was impassive- unmoving even as a small ‘pop’ echoed from somewhere in your knee. One of the junior dancers recoiled visibly, hiding her face behind her hands as a cluster of them watched you be used like a demonstration doll for your instructor.

“Stiff! Strong! Not flabby and weak. We are not caterpillars- we are butterflies. We are not brutish fires, we are?”

“Dancing flames.” The dancers replied in a drone of young feminine voices, with a few meek boys who looked like they were on the verge of clawing their eyes out. Gustav was being a right pain in the ass as always, but today he seemed more sharpened. Another lecture, another scolding, but it was always,

“For the better! I do this for your own good, my dears! When the Equinox arises and we are in front of your esteemed Lord, I know his lordship would enjoy seeing his dancers disciplined. Lean and poise. Controlled.”

The cold hand that held your leg squeezed once in warning- ‘I’m talking about you too’, before letting go, as your instructor sighed with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“That is why we dance the way we dance, and why I speak the way I do. Now leave me! And warm down appropriately or I will personally see to it that the muscles you take for granted will tear.” A curl of the lip in a low, warning snarl, before he waved with a sweeter disposition. 

“Adequate work today, my dears!” Footsteps echoed as the younger dancers left first, whispers filling the halls as they eagerly complained about their instructor. The older ones bid polite greetings of farewell as they followed, until you were the last to leave. The prima. Gus liked to call you the ‘Summer jewel in the Autumn box’.

“Ah, ah, ah! I mean it, my jewel. No going off and doing your own thing.” You pause. His voice carried a weariness of someone twice his age, before he covered it up with his usual airy arrogance, “The Lord will be hosting important families at this gathering. Something big is on the horizon and I know he will be watching you closely.”

Ah, yes. Kicking out all the non-fae and those who hail from other courts. The nationalist prick seemed to have no lost winks of sleep as he commanded his soldiers to haul families out in the night, dispatching them at random borders with no cares for the creatures that lurked with a taste for fae flesh.

“I’m aware, Gus. No sudden movements, no flashy shows of skill, Mother forbid I reveal I’m not some worthless foreigner with no talent.” You mocked mirthlessly, earning a sigh of defeat. 

“Wait a moment.” He roused, and the fingers that curled around your bag strap tightened slightly, your pointed ears twitching at the tone of his voice. But you slowly turned, a scowl on your unimpressed face as you nodded airly.

“You were selected personally to perform for the Vanserra family. Something about honouring the magic in the Autumn Court territory with dance and such.”

You paused, mind blanking, yet your demeanour remained even, “And you’re looking at me like that, why?”

He winced, knowing how keen you were to snap at any male- or anyone, really, who rubbed you up the wrong way.

“They left a list of… expectations. As in, mandatory requirements or they won’t let you perform. They expect you to be… um… Be polite, and uh, as he put it, ‘socially acceptable’. Speak in turn and only when spoken to-”

“He?” You snapped, visibly unimpressed and ready to pull out completely. What kind of prick-

“I don’t let you anywhere near me on a good day, Gustav. What in the Cauldron makes you think I’ll just-”

“They’re offering coffers of gold. The Equinox… well, after Amarantha… they need to regenerate the magic of the Autumn Court specifically, so they want to use the Equinox.”

You cringed at the mention of that sick tyrant, yet you weren’t going to just roll over and lie down because someone jingled a purse of gold. “What of the Spring Court and Calanmai?”

“I didn’t ask, because I know my place. And don’t start. I didn’t exactly feel like getting ripped a new one by the son of the Autumn Lord, [Y/N]-”

“Son? As in, Eris Vanserra? That oaf- that misogynistic, foul-mouthed, mentally decayed pig was here? And he spoke to you about me?” You snarled, lip curling back as you advanced forward slowly like a fox- a wolf, eyes narrowed.

“He’s offering coffers on behalf of his father, [Y/N]! Enough for you to be paid out well, and then some for the studio.” Damn right he put you first on the pay list, otherwise he wouldn’t have a damned head. Though, you personally couldn’t give a flying fuck about the Vanserra coffers. You wanted nothing of it, as tempting as it might have sounded.

“Get Nerissa to do it.”

“He wanted you-”

“I thought the family wanted me.”

“I… oh, fuck it- Fine! Eris came here alone! Came here alone, saw you, insisted on you with this list in mind and he said either you or no one at all.”

You or no one. You or nothing. You made a retch of disgust, laughing at the mental image. Who did he think he was? “Then I will snap my leg in half and shatter my bones into teeny tiny pieces for good measure.”

“[Y/N]-”

“I will swan dive off the nearest staircase.”

“No.”

“I’m not performing personally for a good-for-nothing family that are backwards in everything they do.” You reaffirmed, shaking your head, but Gustav stepped forward.

“[Y/N].”

“They singled out the non-Autumn Court dancer to perform for them. What powers do I possess to help the court that doesn’t even want us? A ‘summery breeze’? A ‘foreigner’s’ complexion? Absolutely not-”

“Please. We…” Silence, before a sigh. A sigh that made you glare silently. “I received a letter last night from the building owner. I’ve been falling behind on payments, and Beron’s financiers are… hungry- they see this old building and want to knock it down for something else. Something miserable and drab.”

You frowned, blinking at your instructor. Well, fuck. Your shared silence was long- his pleading, hopeful silence swirled like smoke with your prideful refusal, that melted like wax the longer it lingered.

“... Fine. But only because I enjoy this damned studio.”

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Your life was, what you thought at least, a mixed bag. You were brought up in an orphanage- housing mostly Autumn children, all who seemed to smell the ‘impostor’ blood in your bones, weeding you out as an odd one out. Your appearance led the governess of the orphanage to believe you hailed from the Summer Court- as did russet and teal muslin you were wrapped in. You repurposed the seemingly sentimental piece of fabric into a scarf- letting it rest around your neck currently, as you walked down the path of the bustling town.

You were lucky to be recognised for your artistic performative abilities, earning a grant to allow you to perform in the Autumn Court’s national dance academy, as well as live in one the apartments they provided. Two old ladies next door adopted you as their honorary daughter, and you were grateful for their familial company, even if there was no blood relation. One of them, Ordelia, even pushed you to study at the grand scholar’s library, using her former connections to grant you access to all the education you could need.

It wasn’t wonderful. But it could be worse. At least you were making it on your own, sort of.

“Afternoon little doe! Will you come for dinner? Delia-dearest made pumpkin and feta soup the way you like it!” ‘Madame’ Primrose, one of your makeshift mothers, waved to you from her balcony, and you offered a small wave.

“Not tonight, I’m afraid. I’m on a strict diet of greens and grains.” You pat your stomach with a sympathetic wince- greens and grains. Like a bloody farm animal. The silver haired fae seemed to nod sympathetically and wave a hand.

“You’re always welcome, dearie.” 

You stopped for a moment, looking at an old fae sitting on the corner of the little road, a vendor selling flowers. The sun was dipping behind the horizon, staining the sky pink amidst the grey from the overcast weather that settled. You smiled at the older male who offered you a bouquet of lavender stalks and crocus bulbs.

Pretty.

Your eyes widened slightly as you beheld the bouquet, cradling it against your arm while you fished out payment. As you dropped some coins into his hand, a scream made you both look to one of the older complexes, where a woman was pulled out by some Autumn Court guards with two wailing children behind her. Any passersby walked quicker, ducking their heads, and when you looked back at the old male you realised he had been watching you. He gave you a nod, as if you’d know what it meant, and you swallowed before walking past, your head lower than before.

Beauty was hard to come by in the Autumn court, no matter how colourful it looked.

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“Oh, it’s nasty business, it really is. My darling Ordelia was telling me how shameful he is- that Beron Vanserra. Nasty business. I remember his father- he wasn’t much better, but certainly more handsome.” You had succumbed to the dinner with your neighbour-mothers, though your portion of soup was smaller, as the sprouts and stalks you miserably chewed filled most of your stomach.

“You know, I could have married Beron.”

Your eyes widened, hand shooting up to cover your mouth as you didn't know whether to choke or chortle. “Primrose!” Ordelia huffed,

“I could have, you know! But I wasn’t interested in a man with no morals.” ‘Madame’ Primrose sighed wistfully, and you laughed softly behind your mouth while her wife rolled her eyes. While Ordelia had raven hair in a tight, disciplined bun, Primrose wore hers in a loose braid that cosied on her shoulder- her silver hair glistening in the gentle faelight of the small dining room you all sat in.

“You know, I hear that Lord Vanserra is looking for some pretty girls to match his sons. The heir will be attending the Equinox alone, can you believe it?” Primrose hummed, thriving off the gossip, but Ordelia watched you with a knowing stare- amused at the soft snort you let out.

“How fares the paper? Arwen mentioned that you were hitting some brilliant points. Politics might be your strong suit, should you grow tired of glamorous costumes and fast dances.” The Autumn-born female brought up your most recent studies, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she heard her wife scoff.

At a first glance, you used to wonder how they could possibly be mated. Ordelia, with her firm, reserved rigidness and disciplined personality, and Primrose- a Spring Court fae who was gossipy and eclectic, always buzzing with something to share. Ordelia was a former scholar for Beron’s family before she retired, while Primrose was the prima ballerina of her time, moving to Autumn in search of a grander role where she met her mate. Their love-story made you sigh a little every time you heard it, but you shook your head of distractions as you answered Ordelia.

“It’s um… definitely going. I feel a little foolish writing it but every time I hear about another family getting kicked out, I get even angrier, and determined to write more. Although… um, Gustav spoke to me about… performing a solo dance for the Vanserras. A part of the Equinox celebration-”

Primrose gaped at that, as if she had been asked to dance herself, “Oh, little dove! Well, what did you say? You worked for that position- I’ll tell you that for free! I can’t fit on my fingers the times I had to remedy your torn muscles. Did you say yes? Did you accept?” 

Ordelia nodded, taking a thoughtful sip of her soup before chuckling softly. “I would not be surprised if your radiance catches the heir’s eye. You’d be a different splash compared to the other dames he usually parades around on his arm. I think you’d certainly give him a run for his father’s money.”

“Ordelia dearest! What makes you think our little summer shell would even consider him?” Primrose voiced the disdain etched on your face, and you joked dryly, “I didn’t think you believed in fate and whatnot.” The Autumn female scoffed softly, shaking her head, “I don’t believe in fate, or destiny. I believe in the laws of attraction. You are everything his family lack, thus making you a match. Opposites attract.” You glanced at Primrose, and both of you made a childish noise of disgust as you shuddered, shaking your head as you finished off your meal.

“I’d rather have a kelpie as a bedside companion than Eris Vanserra.” You muttered, before taking all three plates to be cleaned. Laughter sounded softly behind you, and as you felt a small smile curl on your face, you abhorred the idea of being anywhere near the Lord of the Autumn Court and his family.

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After bidding your goodnights, you retired to your own apartment, basking happily in the moonlight that shone through the silent space. Peace and quiet. The best way to finish off a bleak day. Your calendar stared you in the face, the Equinox marked in an angry scribble of orange ink. ‘End of the week!!’

What a day. You rubbed your face, feeling a stirring in your stomach as you thought about the Autumn Court. You glanced at the daily paper slid under your door, seeing Eris’ face on the front page- his smug, arrogant, wicked, slightly crooked, unnecessarily charming grin staring you in the face, making your stomach tug. ‘Eugh. Imagine being fated to that beast?’ You’d rather eat glass.

You looked at the paper, baring your teeth at the male’s face before ripping it off and crumpling it up. A swift kick sent it across the small apartment, under your couch, and stayed there for a while as you grumbled softly. You got ready for bed eagerly, excited for the day to be over, only to reach under the small sofa it had rolled under and pick it up again, making a face at it before leaving it on the small table.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i think that's all for now!! readers, pls let me know how we feel about this!!! (privately, in comments, on inbox, i don't mind)!! also in search for a beta reader [i draft everything on google docs, don't hurt me] (T-T)

[kafus]

and okay. i know i posted about this scene earlier yelling about how liko and dot need to get married already. but i do actually have some more grounded things to say about it, lol. you knew i had to make at least ONE likodot themed post in response to this episode... who would i be if i didn't smh

first of all, as always, i love to see the relationship dot has with kanuchan. i think most people's first impression would be like liko's first impression, that dot was simply struggling with her, but as her confidence grows in general, so too does her confidence in handling kanuchan. i think it's also meaningful here that she recognizes kanuchan would be perfect for picking out a good griddle (and is so affectionate about it too, they're so sweet oh my god), considering that they initially bonded over dot understanding her fixation behavior with iron like no one else.

and, moving onto the topic of liko and dot's dynamic... i think it's interesting that liko notices dot being good with kanuchan like this, specifically because liko had a similar running theme with mibrim in the past. she values her own ability to be compassionate with these small and timid pokemon (though kanuchan is much more chaotic and timid in her own separate way lol) and she is recognizing that quality in dot, and therefore also pointing it out to the audience, that dot has the ability to be compassionate and caring for pokemon as well. it brings to mind the interview with dot's VA where she talks about not wanting dot to come off like a nasty person - she really isn't!

it's also nice to see liko recognizing positive qualities in dot that aren't the things that make her cool. like liko has always been dot's #1 believer when it comes to her battle skills and intelligence, but here she is recognizing dot's capability to be tender and thoughtful, and i think that's important. dot has grown so much and now this loops back around to liko updating her viewpoint on dot.

and if you'll allow me some pure shipping thoughts... GRAHHH liko's voice acting is so soft here while she thinks of dot, i can't take it?? the way she says dot's name... THE FACE SHE MAKES... and when the camera pans back out you can even see that she's making a face no one else is making. this is liko's reaction and liko's reaction alone. frankly i think the writers are shipping this shit with me because they didn't have to put this scene here but they did. i'm eating my phone

[skybristle]

REBLOGS > LIKES [tags appreciated]

GRAHHH,,,, i <3 women who r homicidal,,, cooking its lore in my head its a bit flimsy since obviously gc's story isn't completely Out yet but its soo fucked up <3 oo you wanna ask me abt her so bad /lh i tried to sprinkle bits and bobs of her lore in here where they were relevant

+as always, its toyhouse icon too!

honestly the teal on this surprised me too i just couldnt get straight gold/red to work ,,, i think it probably needed black but the teal rlly grew on me and it needed to be high contrast with the skin sooo

also @lord-oyster-cookie since you asked. here it is!!!! :3

[daylightdelirium]

Do you ever think about Kyoka giving her rabbit plush to Atsushi to sleep with when he's not feeling well or if he's struggling mentally...or he's asleep already and she slips it into his arms 🥺

GRAHHH OH I'LL CRY...... her giving him her comfort item, something that symbolises safety and happiness for her in hopes that it'll make him feel better. I need to sit down

[blighted-lights]

i would love to know more about your oc byline like bruh all your ocs are GRAHHH good

EHEHEHE HII RADIAT 👋

SO. BYLINE.

byline is a character who doesn't have too much story quite yet? she is an idw1 oc, forged pre-war, and was part of the disposable class with a mobile computer altmode. basically a super computer on legs. she spent most of her early live working under a senate-backed journaist named knack who spewed absolute bullshit propaganda, and continued working with him even after dominus ambus helped elevate the disposable class because she just. couldn't find anywhere else to go. byline acted as knack's personal data holder and, later on, ghost-wrote several of his pieces.

and then she got sick of writing for the senate and started writing her own works criticizing knack, the senate, the functionalist council, the primes- anything she could, really. she wrote all of it under a different name and got pretty popular in certain circles, but byline wasn't really doing it to be popular or even to change people's minds or inform them. she was angry. most of her writings were vent works.

knack eventually discovered what byline was doing and ratted her out to the senate. she was publicly revealed to be the author of her works, slandered to hell and back, labeled as being a domestic terrorist, and empurta'd. she was originally going to be made into a sleeper agent through shadowplay to gather information on others who were anti-senate, but she was rescued from the insitute by a group of decepticons before it could be fully enacted. byline lost her face, her hands, some of her memories, and they even fucked with her ability to write. all of her anger crumbled into sadness, and she took on a very apathetic view after she joined the decepticons.

byline isn't even a big supporter of the decepticons. she got roped in with them because they rescued her and liked her for her writings. she isn't a fighter, either. she spent the entire war hating quite literally everyone on both sides. buuuttt yeah! that's her. sad old lady who needs a nap and a hug. and a girlfriend but that's not here or there

[charmanderxerneas]

can people get it thru their heads that you can like fnaf while hating scott cawthon? Imo its not fucking immoral to like fnaf like it is with harry potter or some shit

Like. Yes scott is a republican who gets money from fnaf, thats not good that money is going to republican candidates

but first of all like. theres no such thing as ethical consumption under capitalism (as much as i hate it: i assume at least some of my money is going to republicans from buying at certain stores or restaurants or something). You cannot exist without at least SOME of your money going towards that, it sucks.

and he at least claims to love all his fans regardless of gender or race or sexuality (does not excuse his donations or mean hes a good person) but at least its better than like. jkr who has antisemitic and racism BAKED into her series lore and who actively spouts anti trans hatespeech. if you play fnaf at freddys its not like. shoving republican ideas down your throat. and hes letting steel wool and just other people in general the series now, stepping down from it (though of course hes still behind the scenes, his story so his lore goes).

i just. ugh you can like something flawed with a flawed creator 😭 its okay. its not as bad as something awful like harry potter and theres usually Some flaw behind every creator yknow? all that said i dont like scott. dont get me wrong, im not defending him. i Dont Like Scott. but grahhh makes me mad that i cant enjoy fnaf in peace without people crying at me about it

(i am trans dont fucking come at me about that shit. i just needed to rant)

[danys-minztermind]

WHOS THIS DIVA😍(I DIDNT KNOW TODAY WAS TGE 19th SRRY GRAHHH) anyways I need a full in-depth character description so I can write her properly for ao3

“Aww, diva?”

“I’m flattered! :3”

Anyways, mental/emotional description

As of the ‘present’ she’s still pretty anxious and paranoid, but she tends to push it away and put up a front for her army and friends

Hence “Even through war, we stay silly”

She’s pretty funny, gets emotional easily (especially when it’s something to do with her personal life), non-confrontational (even when problems arise), she got that mom type in her (or aunt depending on the kid).

And that’s all I can think of

But the #frop lore tag has more stuff from way back when

Edit: she’s also very bouncy and can be very affectionate at times (or the complete opposite)

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

[lilligant...? mail!]

a lilligant presumeably hildas walks up to anthea and concordia holding a present with four envelopes ontop while hilda walks beside her carrying the other three presents all three have labels one for anthea one for concordia one for n then finally one for rood and a poffin case ontop of the presents hilda held! lillith the lilligant proudly holds the present shes holding up to the two harmonia siblings causeing the envalopes to slip a bit so hilda helps lillith keep the cards stable while trying to keep ahold of the other presents...mustve been last minute but it all has effort!!

inside roods gift is a blanket for him to cozy up with on his chair (based on that one post of him in that arm chair with herdier :D)

inside concordias gift is knitting supply

inside antheas gift is purple christmas pajamas presumeably to match dawn (I TRIED TO THINK OF SOMETHING HELP IM SORRY...)

and inside ns gift was a shiny zorua plushie...she wanted to include n as she wouldve felt bad for leaveing him out purely due to the fact hes missing in her universe and such...

each christmas card had the type of picture u would see on cards in the 2000s and such: beautiful christmas themes/art!

each card is written in a diffrent color she wanted them to be unique! for anthea its pink for concordia its blue since yellow wouldnt show up good for rood its black (she doesnt know rood well but shes trying) and for n its green! her handwriteing isnt joint or insanely fancy but its readable

in the poffin case is many flavors some even repeat flavors from the first batch she sent via pelipper mail!

hilda then pulls out her phone and types "i hope u enjoy the gifts i tryed my best ^^" then passes her phone to either anthea or concordia so they can respond since she had her ear defenders on and wouldnt hear them

( @yangdragonwielder )

(GRAHHH THIS IS WHY I NEEDED TO KNOW WHOEVER CROCHETTED (EVEN IF IT WAS KNITTING...) MY MIND KEPT BLANKING AND THINKING OF ANTHEA BUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE)

[Anthea takes the phone and types back, "Tysm! These are lovely. Can't wait to open them!" It shows Hilda the phone, then takes it back and types, "Follow me, I'll show you where the quiet room is."

Connie smiles brightly and goes off to stash the presents somewhere safe, to open later. Anthea hands Hilda the phone back and leads her through the kitchen, into a hallway, and then into a cozy sitting room full of comfortable-looking couches and armchairs. Two unown blink sleepily from one of the walls. The sounds of the party are very muffled from in here.

Anthea pulls out her own phone and types to show Hilda, "Feel free to come and go from here as you please. Whatever makes you comfortable."]