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@taminnmacar

She had heard her father’s verdict; Banished. Just like her mother had been so many years ago. Though the circumstances were different, she could remember being that scared child, listening to the orders of a king as they stripped you of the one who held you close at night when fears of monsters kept you frightened.

She did not excuse Atarinkë or Tyelkormo for what they had tried to do and usurp the throne. Maybe if they had gathered their resources, their allies, and made a stronger stance, then they would still be here. They might even be the rulers of this land. But they had failed, and now it was back firing.

Finduilas ran to their quarters after watching the aftermath unfold. Tyelpë was still here. He was an innocent in this. She had stood in front of her father, in front of the crowd that had amassed at the banishing of Fëanorian blood, but the princes relented. Pleaded with her father that the young son of Curufin was innocent and did not deserve the punishment of his father. She knew that Tyelpë was not the small elfling like she had been all those years ago, but it was still the fear of the unknown…of what would come next.

“The sins of the father do not belong to the son!” Her argument had been. She raised the idea of Ereinion being punished for a crime that Orodreth might commit. Perish the thought, of course. But her father’s eyes stared an icy gaze at her, his jaw set and an unamused look upon his features at her outburst. But she would protect him. She would make sure he did not face the same punishment.

“Tyelpë! My lord!” The princess’ voice echoed in the chamber hall, her cheeks flush with frustration and exertion. Her shoes had long been abandoned and her once pristine gown held wrinkles at the hemline and each layer of the skirt was now bustled and bunched to allow for easier traversal of halls known like the back of her hand. As soon as she arrives within ear shot, she bows to him, swallowing hard as she catches her breath.

“You are still friend within these halls. I-I have petitioned for your safety, for your titles and rights to still incur favor within the Mountain. I know you may not wish to remain after your father and uncle have been banished…” she knew she wouldn’t, “but should you not wish to leave…you are still a guest…still allowed to remain in the guest wing, should you so desire…”

[morningflew]

"please don't insist on wearing your riding clothes to the fair. it's no ball, but i think it's still an occasion to dress up nicely for." rhaena, already dressed in her new lilac gown with her hair in a style reminiscent of her mother's, sits at the edge of baela's bed with an expectant look on her face. it wouldn't be for another two hours or so, but she knew she would have to prepare early if she was going to help her sister get ready in time for it — and properly. "if you will insist on it, then at least allow me to do your hair."

@brazenbaela ! starter call.

[moonglowmuses]

adam had just arrived home and hung up his jacket. "larry?" he called out prior to finding his boyfriend on their couch, a beer in his hand. "long day? lots of surgeries?" adam inquired. he knew that larry's hardest days tended to involve those. he had no idea the pressures that his lover was under. "hey, listen. this might cheer you up." adam's little crooked grin widened prior to adam making his proposal. "would you ever consider adopting a DOG?" adam paused, then. "there's a sweet BLACK LAB at my job who needs a good home. and i was thinking that... you and me could be a GOOD HOME."

@forafcrtnight

[electric-ecclectic-a]

Closed starter for @galactia || ❄️

She was certain neither of them had expected for the weather to take a turn for the worst. It had been bright and sunny up until the winds picked up, and their commission was simple enough that Signe was confident they could retrieve the artifacts they needed and return home by dusk. And while the commission wasn’t particularly difficult, it wasn’t without its troubles.

They’d taken shelter in a cave for the time being, at least until the storm wore down to a manageable level. Braving the weather in their condition wouldn’t do either of them any good, one would insist. As the witch watched the storm outside rage on, winds howling an angry chorus, she shifted closer to Kaeya, who looked particularly lost in thought.

“Should I try to start a fire?” she prompted, the intonation akin to someone tentatively testing rough waters. “We might be here a while.”

[facesblind]

@uro6oros  for  albert  wesker prompted:  "Since when have I had the power to stop you from doing anything?"

     𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 - 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄  𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀  𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿  𝗼𝗳  𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀  𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝗻  𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗻𝗲𝘄  𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀  —  a  sign  the  blissful  days  of  doing  nothing  but  drinking  tea  &&.  working  on  her  own  projects  are  over.  it's  not  like  mira's  about  to  complain  as  it  feels  like  she's  hit  a  wall  with  her  own  research.  unable  to  progress  further  and  come  up  with  new  solutions,  it's  refreshing  to  have  something  else  to  occupy  her  mind  with.

     except,  there's  a  tiny  detail.

     wesker.

     when  it  comes  to  dealing  with  issues  of  this  caliber,  she  brings  up  the  big  guns  —  takes  her  pretty  ass  and  pouty  lips  and  talks  to  superiors  of  the  superiors  &&.  higher  ups  above  the  higher  ups.  why,  of  all  people  capable  of  leading  the  project,  would  that  be  him  and  not  her?  and  why,  the  fuck,  would  she  be  given  the  role  of  his  assistant  rather  than  a  researcher?

     questions  she's  asked  were  left  unanswered  and  instead  of  doing  actual  meaningful  examinations  &&.  testing,  mira  was  left  with  the  boring  part  of  the  job,  and  when  she  finally  announced  she's  done  sitting  and  merely  overseeing  the  work  of  other's,  albert  had  the  audacity  to  say  this.

     ❝  since  when  have  i  had  the  power  to  stop  you  from  doing  anything?  ❞

     some  days,  she's  content  with  having  wesker  around;  with  covering  the  whole  desk  area  of  his  with  sticky  notes  or  aluminium  foil  —  or  sharing  brilliant  discoveries  between  one  another.  sometimes  though,  the  sight  of  him  makes  her  wanna  rip  his  throat.  today's...  well,  it's  safe  to  assume  she's  run  out  of  post  it  notes  &&.  patience.

     with  one  of  her  signature  smiles,  pretty  and  innocent,  mira  slides  a  piece  of  paper  across  albert's  desktop.  to  be  allowed  to  anything  other  than  assisting  him,  she's  got  to  have  his  signature;  she  would  commit  a  signature  forgery,  though  she  doesn't  want  to  lose  this  job.  so,  she  bats  eyelashes,  puts  her  hand  on  wesker's  arm  and  squeezes  it  not - so - gently,  displeasure  evident  in  her  tone  &&.  gestures.

     ❝  since  you're  the  lead.  let's  pretend  the  hierarchy's  preserved,  shall  we?  ❞

     point  is,  if  she  really  wanted  to,  she'd  refrain  from  putting  on  the  façade.  keeping  a  straight  face  and  having  her  body  language  under  complete  control  is  one  of  very  few  perks  coming  hand  in  hand  with  her  face  blindness,  thus  her  actions  and  speech  have  a  deeper  meaning.  probably.  who  knows?

[couch-house]

little comic for disability pride month! HoH rouge is a headcanon i've had for a while but I never do anything with it... tragic... well now I've changed that :)

[solardrake]

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

[soosoosoup]

Chord Striker Au by @thatbennybee

[chloesimaginationthings]

THE FULL SET IS COMPLETE YAY!

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE MORE OF THESE THREE?? (Phone dude, phone guy and tape girl)

Let me know on this post!!

[irate-iguana]

We need more weird historian rep in Doctor Who. The companions are too normal when faced with the prospect of time travel. I want a companion who makes a list of super specific historical destinations related to their dissertation. I want somebody whose first reaction to finding out that the Doctor is a time travelling alien is to create a Microsoft Word document and ask, “What caused the Late Bronze Age collapse?”

[flutteredvoid]

showtime!

[rb19]

[moonglowmuses]

"no, man. it's all good. we're JUST FRIENDS. just two friends who happen to live together." it was possible that his dear friend jaime saw straight through him. was he that transparent? it was possible. other people tended to know him before he'd even introduced himself. maybe that was a product of what he'd been through. "and even if i DID have romantic feelings for her..." god, was that an admission by itself? it probably was the first time that he was admitting it out loud that... well, maybe kana could become MORE to him. "she's been through a lot. it just doesn't feel right to add this to her pile of THINGS TO DEAL WITH, you know?"

@demongemz

[rissouu]

could you do a plug! eren x reader where eren gets super overprotective 🩷

yesss ofc! im sorry this took a while i just had to get some damn motivation 😭 i been slacking.. my bad pookies!

his hands stayed wrapped around your waist as you walked through the mall, he promised to take you on a shopping spree. and right now the only thing you really needed were shoes— so foot locker it was.

it was like eren could sense all the stares you were getting, in his eyes those tiny ass the shorts you wore barely covered up anything.. (he was just being dramatic, the shorts weren’t that tiny but he still hated them.) he made a mental note to toss the shorts out as soon as you two made it home.

he tried getting you to change before you guys even arrived at the mall, but of course you weren’t going to listen to him— you never did. that’s one of the characteristics he loved about you but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

when you finally reached the famous shoe store, you couldn’t hide your excitement. you’d always been a sneaker head after all, always having the newest pair of dunks or jordan’s, a lot of people envied you because of it honestly, but oh well.

you couldn’t resist snatching out of eren’s hold and practically running towards the shoes on display. the dunks that you’d been wanting for months finally dropped, and you just had to get them before they sold out.

“ma you know how i feel ‘bout you walkin’ off on your own,” he made his way back over to you, annoyance evident on his face. eren hated when you did this, he wanted(needed) to be by your side at all times. why couldn’t you understand that?

“im sorry babyyy, i just really need to check if they have my size!” you bent over to take the shoe off the rack— completely forgetting that your shorts were the type to rise up when you did so.

you didn’t think too much about it and stayed in your current position— throughly inspecting the shoe. the color looked better online but shit, it was still cute.

eren eventually got tired of standing, he knew how you got when it came to shoes. he’d be standing there for a whole damn hour fucking with you, so he just sat down on one of the benches used to try on shoes.

he always got so bored coming to stores with you because you always tuned him out and wandered off on your own. you were addicting to shopping and even more addicted to shoes.. the only thing he could do was sit down and go on his phone, since you’d clearly be taking forever.

you were so focused on the baby blue shoes that you hardly even noticed anyone’s presence behind you, turns out one of the workers had been eyeing you for quite a while now.. waiting for his chance to make a move. your beauty caught him off guard and he knew he couldn’t let a fine thing like you just walk away.

“hello welcome, did you need help with- oh god damn..”

that was enough to finally get eren’s attention off his phone as his eyes snapped towards the scrawny dude licking his lips— enjoying the sight of your shorts working against you.

with a low chuckle your man stood from his seat, slowly inching towards you to make his presence known. he snatched you by your waist— easily causing your form to straighten out. he took his eyes off you for one second and you’re bent over with them little ass shorts on?

he had half a mind to just fuck you right here and now to let all these muh’ fucka’s know who you belong to, but luckily he had enough self restraint.

“i’ll kill you right now man, ion even play like that. better walk yo’ ass on somewhere,” eren slightly lifted his black tee— flashing his gun that was strapped on his waist. he roughly yanked you behind him so the fucker wouldn’t dare to look at you again, and the only thing you could do was let him.

not that you would’ve resited anyway, you loved when eren got aggressive like this (not that you’d ever admit it).

“o-oh that’s you? i apologize i didn’t-“

“’fuck up talkin’ to me yo, you got five seconds to walk away before i put a bullet in you.” one death glare from eren was enough to send the worker running off in fear.

you stayed silent because you knew better than to say anything when he got like this, you were in for it once you got back home.. that’s for sure.

“fuck those shoes, we’re leaving. and as soon as we get in the car i want them shorts off,”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[tee-dohrnii]

This line is just so silly

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Silly Gale doodle to make me feel better about my art :")