#ic: conductor;

[pianokantzart]

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH!!!

[balladetto]

breath of the wild / accepting / @rathalascendant

"It's rare to see your kind around here."

     Link supposes that's a fair enough observation to make, even as his lips purse and his nose scrunches. Which isn't very polite of him, but—

     Look.

     These kinds of conversations come with the territory of being a train engineer, so it's not like he isn't aware she's just making friendly small talk. But after the time he's had? Being attacked by some monster he's never seen before; losing that battle 'cause it turns out there's only so much a cannon can do against whatever-the-heck-that-was before it gets busted, 'cause the train's busted, which means, duh, the goods are also busted; and ending up with way too long a path to walk to or back from both ends of his route—

     There's a limit to how much a guy can take before he's more tempted to scratch and I won't be HERE long in his logbook than he should be.

     Mari doesn't deserve this energy coiled in the set of Link's shoulders when she's already been so helpful though, so he tries getting it out by pressing at his fingertips with his nails. The tingly pressure helps, especially since his gloves have been put away in anticipation for their coming meals, and it's easier to follow his curiosity as he instead writes in response, What do you mean "my kind"?

[rantceratops]

Same old Dragon, new look.

Dragon is now my little ice macaque. She's just my oc I like to stick in different rps and worlds now, she has her own world she belongs to, I just haven't fleshed out much. I still stick her in LN ocs stuff sometimes of course, can't forget her roots.

Dragon belongs to me.

Conductor and Puppers belongs to @becauseimgabbeh-blog

[stellarcn]

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[twinxmasters-archived]

boomermania replied: basil vc: hEY DONT BULLY ALBERT LIKE THAT

"Sorry, am I interfering with your competition to see who can be the creepiest stalker? Does the incident at Lantern Rite need to be brought up?"

[nutsandtinsel]

How many different types of cocoa are served on the hot cocoa express?

<<well any kind you can imagine my dear>> he gave a proud grin <<we got milk chocolate, dark chocolate, cookies and cream, Carmel, Mexican hot chocolate, cioccolata calda, red, blue, green. You name it, the express will have it!>> He stretched his arms out wide as the express gave an excited toot toot. <<And not to mention the amount of toppings to add. No matter the preference, we'll deliver your cocoa right on tick tock time! And for those who don't like chocolate...we also have some warm cider>> he gave a wink and a warm chuckle

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[rcbberhose]

❝ What are you doing in my cab? You aren't my driver. ❞

@happylabs ❤️'d

[thebreakfastmuses]

Hey Basil, You Have a Decision to Make!

@boomermania

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"...No way. Not on your fucking life you piece of shit!"

Shintaro practically jolted from his seat as Devona tried to leave, tackling her to the wall. Spectators in their immediate proximity jumped up in shock, but those further down remained oblivious to the commotion in the wake of the earth-shattering revelations before them.

"You... No wonder you never got a Vision. There's not a damn soul inside you at all! You led Basil on, let him think this was all in the name of Egeria, but you stole him away from the life she wanted for him all along! And you don't even care! I think we've heard enough. Today you die, and you won't be able to poison another soul again!"

[darkhcrmony]

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[eternxlstar-archive]

Personal checklist, 3

feel free to ignore icon character below trying to think who I wanted to add who needs a icon style and who is done sorry for the OOC, thanks to the regular editor tumblr messed things up for me sooo I need to fix it for everyone <3

yukong

[srelectro]

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[readychilledwine]

hello!! please could i request one where the reader is an OG member of the IC and very close to azriel (she knows that he’s her mate, he doesn’t) and sister-like to the rest of the IC. once feyre and her sisters come about, she often confides with feyre so they’re also close.

anyway, there’s an important event for the reader on day and she expected the rest of the IC would join her (she invited them?) but no one turned up and she’s absolutely exhausted, emotionally and physically, by the end of the day.

when she’s back, everyone is together at the house having fun and one of them notices she so dressed up but looked exhausted. maybe someone says something snarky and there’s an argument. azriel defends the snarky person so reader and azriel have an argument (hurtful words towards the reader) and that’s when the mating bond snaps for az and he’s regretful. things happen but happy ending for the reader, az and the IC. thank you 🫶🏼💗

Odd One Out

Summary - After 500 years of friendship, the last thing you ever expected was the Inner circle to miss one of your symphonies. But you know what they say, time changes people.

Warnings - I warned you all to watch out for angst, right? Elain being catty, reader feeling lonely, Azriel being an idiot

A/N - I promise Bound by Fate is still coming. I'm just constantly rereading it and not happy with where it's at. It's probably because I needed this out of my system. I hope this is close enough to what you were looking for! It wrote itself, so I'm worried it may stray too far from the ask! Please let me know if it did.

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Odd One Out pt 2

Maybe you had asked too much again. You looked to where the empty seats for the Inner Circle and Archeron sisters sat one last time before moving forward. You had worked too hard on this symphony to let this stop you. You were the last to go on stage, the conductor in her gorgeous sparkling gown and heels. You were the picture perfect face of composure as you bowed before turning and raising your hands.

You were introduced to Rhysand at a young age, and the two of you were quickly friends, so when he became High Lord, a place at his side was handed to you without question. You were eloquent, elegant, and kind. You were perfect for the position of emissary, and you single handedly won him friendships and alliances among every court aside from Spring.

He had never stopped you from pursuing passion, though. Your father had forced you into harp lessons from the tender age of 4 until his untimely death. He sat by your side for hours, teaching you to speak through letters written on a sheet that so fee could truly understand. It was an escape that turned into a career. One Rhysand specifically built the amphitheater you currently stood on for. The music you wrote woke emotion on the High Lord and all of Velaris, quickly making you one of the most popular females in the City of Starlight.

No one enjoyed your music more than Azriel's shadows, though. Nor did anyone enjoy you the way they did. How they knew you two were mates while he sat clueless and doting on Elain would never make sense to you, but the shadow turning your sheet music for you tonight was at least a small comfort, even if your family, mainly his master, was not here in their resevered High box seats.

You were exhausted when your arms lowered for the close of the show. You stood to the side, plastering a small faked smile on your graceful features as you held your arm to the orchestra, signaling for their bows before taking your own and leaving. You were the last one there, sharing thank yous and goodbyes as you musicians left. You chose to be alone for a while on the harp that sat in your sound room at the theater. You had a song in your mind, and you needed to let it speak before it left. Even if it was created from a place of raw emotion. It was near midnight when you finished, leaving the new composition to sit until you returned tomorrow.

You could hear the drunken laughter the second you walked into the old Riverhouse, the one you and Azriel made home as the mates of the Inner Circle began occupying the other houses, and signed as you removed your heels and picked them up into white tipped manicured nails. "Y/n!" Cassian's booming drunk voice slammed into you as he did. "Where have you been, baby?"

It was Nesta who gasped, looking at the clock on the wall before whispering a soft oh no as she saw your dress. Nesta who covered her mouth, eyes beginning to water as she shook her head and stared. Nesta who glared to Feyre.

"Why do you look so dolled up?" Rhys had a slight flush to his face, a wide smile as he took you in. "Hot date?"

You couldn't help but stare, shaking your head as your throat tightened. "You all seriously don't remember." Rhys knitted his brow thinking, and his face slowly fell.

"Y/n Darling, I am-"

You put your hand up to him before he could finish, shaking your head as the tears actually fell. "Save it. Spare me your lies and excuses." Cassian looked to Nesta and then Rhys, his own face falling next as he remembered.

"The symphony."

"Was beautiful, regardless of my support system deciding wine and board games were more important than the first live art performance in Velaris since our high lord was captured." Your voice was shaking as you looked up, avoiding Hazel eyes that were wide in shock as every single ounce of heart ache you felt hit him.

The bond finally snaps, his shadows hissed. We've been reminding you all day. And now you've hurt our mate. Ours. We went. Where were you?

"Maybe if you were actually good at writing music, we would have remembered." Mor's glass of wine hit the floor as your breath stilled. Rhys felt his hands fall from Feyre's lap as she audibly said Elain's name in an insulted tone. Amren was immediately held back by Varian. "Obviously, if the people who you claim you're so important to did not see making time to go a priority, we did not miss much."

Cassian heard your breath shutter. You stared to Azriel, waiting for him to come to your defense and not realizing his silence was due to shock from the bond and Elain's sudden cattiness. "Very well. I see I am no longer wanted, and I will not stay where I am not wanted," the whisper was all anyone could hear as you turned and walked away. The door shut behind you, and as if the Mother truly hated you, rain began falling softly, and you made your way back to the amphitheater.

Azriel had never shoved someone off his lap as quickly as he did Elain in that moment. But it was Rhysand who spoke, "How. Dare. You." The High lord went to stand, grabbing his jacket. "When your sister was dying, I sent her y/n's music. The mobile you play for our son every night, is y/n's music. The music that plays in Hewn City is y/n's music. She is an essential part of my circle, my family. How dare you tell her that her passion, her joy, and her career mean nothing to us."

Azriel backed away from Elain. "Your true colors disgust me, Elain Archeron." He studied her, truly studied her for the first time as the door slammed shut following Rhysand's exit. "That is my friend, my closest friend. You just hurt her like it was nothing. Cut her so deeply you will never be able to repair it."

"Well, if she mattered so much you all would have remembered."

Feyre spoke then, between heavy sobs, "I wrote down the wrong date. I wrong down tomorrow night for opening night. We were going to take her to dinner. It was supposed to be Nyx's first concert. This is my fault."

"Again, proof it didn't matter." Elain sipped her white wine as if Feyre had all but solidified her opinion.

"Get out," the growl from Azriel took everyone by surprise. "Get out of my home. You are no longer welcome here."

He was out the door, running to catch up to Rhysand in the rain, but missing the High Lord. He entered the amphitheater drenched and in silence, sitting next to where Rhysand was in the dark.

You were on stage playing violin as you always did when your heart was breaking. Every stroke of the strings had the bond growing tight before you dimmed it on your end, as if each movement of the bow, each note, was you whispering goodbye. "She told me she is leaving," Rhysand rubbed his face next to Azriel. It was then he saw the tears staining the perfect features of the High Lord. "She said this is my last performance before she leaves for Dawn."

"There's nothing we can do then?" Rhysand shook his head at the question before his head fell into his hands and his shoulders wrecked into sobs. "She's my mate."

"I know," Rhysand looked to the stars. "I've known for years. She never said anything, and now she never will. What little piece we had left is gone. Her light had been blown out by Elain's statements."

"Let me-"

"Just please stop talking and let me enjoy this."

It was the song he had sent Feyre under the mountain. A score that read of hope through pain.

And hope was all Azriel could hold on to as you stood and bowed, winnowing away as soon as you were finished.

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[cosmicheartz]

Felt like going on a small rantyish tangent abt a post I saw when looking through a cookie run characters tag relating to the ice juggler age debacle so here goes ig:

While yes i agree to an extent a character not being a kid doesn’t always mean they’re an adult the whole “ oh kids stop believing in Santa and shit after a certain point “ argument doesn’t work in the cookie run lore since “ Santa “ is an actual character that multiple people know

[nutsandtinsel]

what's your favourite holiday tradition?

<<oh that's easy!!>> The small squirrel pushed up the spectacles that slid down his nose a bit. <<Having a nice hot cup of cocoa with the family. You can be surprised with how many different toppings combinations there are. I myself am a nutmeg and cinnamon kind of fellow but my sister 'mallow enjoys her sweets and well...marshmallows!>> He let out a soft and hearty chuckle. <<Graham however in the other hand just likes the toppings>>