#little bit of windows 7 paint fun!!!!

[msponies]

the ol swap-a-rooni.bmp

[ghostfaceprincess]

Here’s Some General Head Cans. About Them:

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TW: Mention of NSFW themes and language.

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Michael Myers:

• Does eventually take his mask off around you and it’s actually the sweetest moment ever. He does it slowly and hesitantly, and then gives the smallest blush when you first see him.

• Actually does let you do his hair. Wash it, comb it, detangle it, etc.

• Likes it when you cook for him. He’ll sit in the kitchen and watch you do it, because he genuinely enjoys it.

• He’ll do all the yard work. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he’ll do it, especially when you ask him to. He likes when you ask, it makes him feel needed.

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Freddy Krueger:

• Goes into your dreams constantly just to mess with you. He finds it funny to play pranks on you and scare you, just a little bit, at times.

• Actually really enjoys to cuddle you, especially in bed. Turn the fan on, with silk sheets; ooo, he loves it.

• 100% uses his glove as an eating utensil as well. You can’t stop him.

• If you’re having a nightmare, he’ll come in and make it better. 🥺

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Jason Voorhees:

• Brings you little cute baby animals, like bunnies and birds he finds that have been abandoned.

• Teaches you how to fish in the lake.

• Likes helping you do the dishes because you two can jam out to music.

• Let’s you completely decorate the cabin you two live in.

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Billy Loomis:

• Still sneaks into your window to this day, just because it’s fun.

• Enjoys shower sex. 🥵

• Absolutely adores your pet and is always hanging out with them.

• Is the type to suggest making pizzas from scratch together for dinner.

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Stu Macher:

• Uses the word “shit” in every other sentence somehow.

• Has fairy lights in his room that change color so you cause can have the best, coziest movie nights.

• Enjoys to send you Instagram reels while he’s taking a shit in the bathroom. You can even hear him laugh through the wall at some of them as he watches. (Aka, my own bf 💀)

• Is always laying his head in your lap every chance he gets.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• Is always cleaning his gun in front of you, as he hums to himself.

• Does in fact let you do face masks on him, and occasionally paint his nails.

• Is always walking around the house in his underwear.

• Literally wants Swedish meatballs every other night.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• Reads Tarot for you every year on your birthday and every year on New Year’s Day.

• Paints your nails to match hers. She’s got purple acrylics? She’s painting your nails purple to match!

• Cooks for you literally every night.

• Always begging you to watch a classic horror with her; it’s a nightly thing.

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Always bringing you flowers, little cute bugs, etc.

• Loves to cook for you, and also loves to help you cook. Same thing with the dishes!

• Loves to lay his head in your lap, he gets overly happy about it.

• Likes when you give him compliments. He’ll give you a kiss in return for each compliment you give him.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Likes to sleep in with you, curled up as he wears just his sweatpants and no shirt.

• Makes the best meals for you, with tons of flavor.

• Enjoys napping with you, he could nap any time of the day.

• Likes when you show him new movies. He’s gonna hyper focus on any new one you show him.

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Art the Clown:

• With him, you have personal protection 24/7.

• He’s always making you laugh and smile, any chance he gets, no matter where you guys are.

• Any time he paints your nails, he paints an A on both of your ring finger nails.

• Speaking of painting, he enjoys painting with you as well as painting you! There’s tons of paintings of you hanging in the house!

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The Creeper:

• Flying together is a nightly tradition.

• Does not like if people stare at you and will take their eyes because of it.

• Is always wanting you to sing to him, he doesn’t care how you sound, he loves it!

• Does let you braid the little hair he has.

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Thanks for reading! 🦇🖤

[sinnabarmoth]

Worthy of Devotion (9/9)

(A/N: Just wanted to give a quick thanks to everyone that has been reading this little fic of mine. This was a lot of fun and I appreciate any and all love you showed it!)

Pairing: Sea God|Rafayel x Worshipper|Reader (fem)

Summary: The life of the Sea God and his high priestess after they return to the ocean.

Content Warnings: Adult language. P in V.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Read on AO3

When you and Rafayel had descended back into the sea you had thought that he was going to take you straight to Lemuria, but he didn’t. You coasted through the water, Rafayel holding you close and kissing you over and over again.

“I have three years to make up for.” he had said, sucking a bruise onto your neck. “They have been nothing short of an agony, my heart.”

“Well now, we don’t have to be apart again.” you didn’t think you’d be able to let him go for at least a couple days now that you were together again. “I am excited to see Lemuria.”

“I can’t wait to show you around. You’re going to love it, but first we need to make a quick stop somewhere.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” It took a few minutes but you eventually ended up on a very familiar coast.

“The Pearl Temple?” you asked as you waded onto the shore. “Why are we here?”

“I figured you would want to see everything your followers have done. It’s actually quite impressive.” he took you by the hand and pulled you towards the temple. Your heart swelled seeing the temple again. Memories echoed off of every surface.

And Rafayel was right, it looked amazing. Instead of the simple boards you had put up to keep out the elements a new ceiling had been patched in and painted, windows replaced, floors scrubbed and maintained, it looked exactly like you had pictured it when you first heard stories of this place. It was a ruin no longer.

There were some followers on the island now. You had remembered they had been sent some days ago and would not have had a chance to learn that you were leaving the church. When you entered and they saw you their eyes lit up immediately. “High priestess!” one of them called to you, “What are you doing here? And who is--” the young man, whose name you remembered was Leo, went silent as he took in Rafayel by your side.

“Rafayel, pleasure to meet you.” Rafayel nodded to the young man.

“You--you--you--” they stammered, eyes wide in disbelief. The others from other parts of the temple ran in from where they were studying and working to see what was happening. Their reactions to seeing you and Rafayel were about the same.

“Everyone,” you clapped your hands to get their attention. “Please don’t gawk.”

“Sorry, high priestess,” Leo said. “We just had no idea that you would--and the Sea God--what are you doing here? Has something happened?”

“Oh yes. Right. The short of it is that I am no longer high priestess and Rafayel and I were just stopping here for a bit to see the temple before leaving for Lemuria.”

“You’re no longer high priestess?” one of the girls said, tears in her eyes. “But why?”

“Because she can hardly be high priestess if she is living in Lemuria.” Rafayel answered. “And three years was enough time away, I don’t feel like sharing her anymore. Now, I am sure you have many questions but I would like to show my bride something upstairs. Go back to work and please do not disturb us.”

“What is upstairs?” you asked.

“The bedroom.” he scooped you up again. “It has been three years after all, clownfish. And when we get to Lemuria my people are not going to let us have a moment of peace so I’m taking the time I can get now.”

“Raf! You can’t just say that in front of them!” you hissed at him.

Everyone’s gaze shifted back and forth between you and Rafayel. Some averted their gaze entirely.

“Why not? They should be happy to know their god is in love.” He said as he started carrying you up the stairs.

When you got to the door of the bedroom you fished the key out of your pocket. You had been carrying it around on your person for three years as a lucky charm. Now it finally had purpose again. The room was exactly as you had left it. You felt your face heat a little as you saw the dirtied bedsheets you had stripped off the bed the morning after you made love still in a crumpled pile in the corner. Right…no one would have been able to come in and clean anything since you had the only key.

None of it mattered now though. Now you were truly alone together for the first time in three years. Rafayel had kicked the door closed behind you and dropped you on the sheetless bed. “Now you,” he said as he started removing all the ornamentation you decided to wear for your reunion, “You owe me an apology, clownfish.”

“What do I need to apologize for?” you asked, stripping him as well.

“You know damn well what.” he pulled your shirt free of your chest. “Those very special prayers you sent me. I know you knew I could hear them. The way you said my name, your whimpers and moans ringing so loudly only for me to be able to hear…”

“You’re saying you didn’t appreciate them even a little bit?” you reached for his pants, moving the material down his legs.

“I damn near swam to the mainland to abduct you every time I got one of those prayers.” he hovered over you, taking in your naked form. “If you wanted to drive me insane you succeeded, now I want an apology.”

“I’m sorry.” you said. You craned your body up to kiss his chest. “I won’t do it again. I promise. And to show you just how sorry I am--” you grabbed hold of him and flipped the pair of you over so you were on top. “I’ll show you exactly what I was thinking about when I was touching myself, wishing it was you instead.”

His eyes widened and you noticed that little spark of light in his eyes that you had missed so much. “Please do, cor meum.” He laid back, running his hands up and down the smoothness of your thighs.

You had many fantasies while you were separated and yet now that you had a chance to make them a reality you were stuck. Your body had only known this intimacy once and it was long ago now. He sensed your hesitation and propped himself up on his elbows. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, just nervous. I’ve been building this up in my head for years and I don’t want it to be bad.”

“It never could be. We can just take it slow.” he took your hand and brought it to your cunt. “You can start by showing me how you touched yourself.”

Your face lit once again. Your immediate reaction was to object but it was Rafayel. He had been hearing you do this numerous times over the course of three years. There was no shame here.

You leaned back, taking a deep breath as you began to circle your clit. Knowing that he wasn’t just listening but actually watching you turned you on even more. You swiped your clit a little faster and you could feel arousal pooling further down. You dipped your hand down to gather some of the slick arousal and went back to playing with your clit.

Rafayel shifted on the bed, his breathing getting heavier as he watched you. You dipped down again, passing over your cunt but not entering, teasing yourself. Your fingers were coated in your arousal and you felt your body start to tremble with need. A need to be filled in a way you hadn’t been in years.

You were about to start fingering yourself when Rafayel grabbed your hand and pulled it to his mouth, licking your juices off. He moaned at the taste, “I’ve missed the taste of you.” he said in a husky whisper. “You taste so sweet.”

“Raf--” a hum of pleasure rocked your body as he took both fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

Your hips pressed down on him, feeling the heat of his erection grind against you. You could have stayed just like that, his cock wedge between you, the head grinding against your clit over and over as you smothered him in your honey. You might have had he not pulled your hips up.

“I need to be in you, cor meum.” he said. “Need to feel you all around me again.”

“Right…” your voice was as shaky as your legs. You took a calming breath and angled yourself up before letting yourself slide back down, taking every inch of his cock into your cunt once again. “Fuck!” you hissed as your body was stretched to accommodate him. It was not the same kind of pain you had experienced during your first time but your body had forgotten the shape of him the past couple years and you needed to breathe and center yourself again. Had he always been this big?

“So good,” he breathed out, hands holding your hips down. “I never want to leave you again.”

“Neither do I.” you braced your hands on his chest. You ground on him for a bit, shallowly thrusting and rutting against him as your body got used to being filled once more.

Your thrusts got a bit faster, a bit harder as you chased a burning pleasure that coursed through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Rafayel felt it too, he helped to move your hips, keeping you moving when you thought your legs would give out on the task.

“Fuck--” he threw his head back against the pillows, “Missed you so much! Never going to let you go again. Never again.”

“Never. Never again.” you scratched deep red lines down his pale torso. His eyes snapped back to yours and you yelped a bit when he thrust up into you.

“I’m gonna take you home…make you my wife…” he moaned, forcing you to move faster. “Then, I’m gonna lock us away for a month and make love to you every hour of the damn day.”

“Raf!” you could feel yourself getting close.

“Gonna put a baby in you.” he groaned. “I want to see that so bad. Want to see you with your belly swollen with our kid. Gonna pump a whole brood into you.”

“Please! Raf! I’m close! I’m so close!” you begged.

“You’re mine.” he pressed a thumb to your clit, rubbing it harshly. “You are ever only going to be mine. I love you! I love you so much! I need you to come now. Please, I need to feel you come around me. Need to feel you come so I can come. Need to feel you come so I can come!”

“Ah!” your throat was raw with the scream of your orgasm. Your body went slack, collapsing on top of him as you rode out the pleasure.

Rafayel was still fucking up into you, hands on your ass moving you up and down his cock rapidly. It only stood to draw your orgasm out longer before he finally came too. “Fuck…” he breathed out. “I uh…sorry about that. I think my dick took over my brain for a minute there. I said a lot about getting you pregnant and I’m starting to realize we never really talked about that part or--”

You cut him off with a kiss. “More than alright.” you rested your head on his shoulder. “And I would love to have your kids one day.”

“And if I got you pregnant right now?”

“Then that is fate’s design for us.” you gently pulled yourself off of him and curled into his side. “I will say, a part of me was disappointed you didn’t end up getting me pregnant our first time together all those years ago. It would have been the perfect excuse for me to abandon everything and come home to you. But I suppose it is better that we had to wait.”

“It was a tempting idea.” Rafayel sighed. “Lemurians have a certain amount of control over when they can breed so when we had sex I was making sure that the seed wasn't fertile. There’s still a chance it was but I didn’t want to trap you with me when I knew you had a mission.”

“And what kind did you just put in me?” you asked.

“I’m not actually sure. I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Good thing we’re getting married then.”

He smiled down at you, an eternity of love in his eyes. “Yes. A very good thing.”

~~~

In time, your story became another fantastic myth. The humble high priestess who had fallen in love with her god and was whisked away to the ocean to be his bride. In time the story would be warped and made even more fantastical. Carriages made out of pearl pulled by dolphins that came to deliver the priestess back to the mainland after her journey to a magical island where the Sea God lived. The tsunamis that devastated the city for twenty years while she was away from him, locked away by the corrupt elders. Each addition more ridiculous than the last. But at least through it all they had gotten one thing right, the Sea God returning to the continent to collect his bride and disappear with her into the ocean once again.

What the stories of the humans didn’t know was everything that had happened after.

They didn’t know about the happy life you shared in Lemuria. The magical wedding you had where you were officially made the wife of the Sea God.

They didn’t know about the baby girl you had a few months after that and how much Rafayel had cried when she was born. Or the twin boys a couple years later that were every bit as dramatic and tricky as their father.

“You lose again, daddy!” your daughter cackled as she sat across from Rafayel, a finished board game between them.

“You have to be cheating!” Rafayel said. “You and your mother both have to be cheating at this game! I cannot be this bad at freaking Jumping Shrimp!”

“After eight years of me whipping his butt you’d think he’d have gotten better at it, huh Neri?” you ruffled her hair as you passed. “Now Raf, if you’re done losing to the child can you grab the boys? We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

“We are going to have a rematch later, angelfish.” he kissed the top of your daughter’s head and went to find the boys.

Raf came back with either of the boys under each arm. “Got them.”

“Mom! Make him let us go!” Reef whined, trying to wiggle his body out from under Rafayel’s arm.

“Only if you and Kai promise not to run off again. If you run off then you’re not coming with us. Got it?”

“Yes mom.” the boys echoed in unison and Rafayel let them go.

“Great. Now let’s get going.”

The boys took your hands as you swam away from Whalefall City. Neri was having fun doing flips while swimming by Rafayel. As you started to enter the dark part of the ocean where the light of Lemuria didn’t touch you told everyone to stay close and not let go of one another.

You could feel the boys holding tight to you. Rafayel was lighting the way with his fire, the only source of light this deep.

“Mom,” Kai said, pulling on your arm. “I don’t like it down here.”

“I know it’s a little scary at first but it won’t be for long. I promise. Just stay close to me.”

You looked over at Rafayel and with a smile he extinguished the light. There was a minute of pitch blackness and you could sense the kids getting antsy before--

WHOOSH!

The kids jumped as a bright light of magenta light lit up the sea. Immediately their fear turned to joy as more columns of heated light and bubbles erupted around you in a kaleidoscope of colors.

“Dad! Can we go swim around them? Please!” the kids pleaded.

“Yes. Just be careful.” the kids had darted away from you the next instant, bobbing and weaving around the colorful spray of the geysers. “Don’t get too close they’re really hot!”

You inched closer to Rafayel and the moment you were in arm’s reach he pulled you to him. “They’re about as troublesome as you some days.” Rafayel said.

“Me? That’s all you out there, my darling. I had nothing to do with that.”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that, clownfish.”

“I still think it rude that you call me clownfish but Neri gets to be called angelfish.”

“That’s cause she’s my little girl.”

“And I’m just your wife, the mother of your children, no big deal.”

“A very big deal actually.” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Cor meum.”

You reclined against him, his arms holding you close as you watched your kids play among the bursts of colorful geysers. You couldn’t have prayed for a better life than this.

[pinkiemachine]

Cute Little Town Designed by Some Creative People Right Here on the Internet :3

My shop is a bakery called “Heavenly Helpings” where I make the cutest cakes, and brownies, and macarons, and eclairs, and pies, and strudels, and everything always smells like freshly baked bread, frosting, and custard—and there’s an upstairs where I live above the bakery :)

At the top of that street is “Uncle Stubby’s Ammo, Liquor, and Tackle shop XD”

Next door, someone submitted “a bookstore called Good Buddy! A pet friendly store that you bring your pet (well trained of course) and where you can read the buy books of any genre! There is also a small coffee shop inside that sells both great drinks and treats for your pets!”

The shop below mine is, “A guinea pig cafe 🥰 tubes and little hideouts run a long the walls with a lower area where people can pick up, pet, and feed the guinea pigs. These guinea pigs are super friendly and love to get treats 12/7. The outside has windows so people can see some of the tubes inside. The back yard has a huge garden to provide all the vegetables and fruit for them. Up stairs is where the owner and his family live.”

And below that, “My shop would be a craft/coffee shop😋 Lots of windows and twinkly lights, and the shop’s colors would be sage green, coral pink, and cream! (Basically colorful but peaceful 😌) It would have all kinds of craft supplies (clay, paint, paper, and chargers for Apple Pencils), and the drinks served could be named after artists and famous paintings! I don’t have a lot of good ideas for a fun name, so I’ll go with Crafts n’ Coffee for now (but that can change)”

Finally, there’s the World’s Market, where you can buy all sorts of things from around the world!

On the other side of the street, we have a gas station for blimps called, “The Descent Diesel”

And below that, “NICKNACKS AND DOODADS!! An antique place where you can find nicknacks, doodads, and trinkets. Ranging from very very tiny things to very LARGE. Ancients, antiques, modern, magical, you name it! Items can be bought or traded. Run by a very organized cat :D bro is not very forgiving if you make the place crash and burn.”

And below that, “A little magical musical theatre. There is a legend that the theatre is haunted by the ghost of an opera singer who never finished her song in one play, so now she sings it every night when the theatre is empty. She's not scary at all though and some people say she helped them find their way back home on very foggy nights. By day, the theatre is a very warm place where everyone feels welcome. Outside it looks a bit like a miniature gothic castle, but its walls are covered with warm, happy posters. It's close to the river and the owner of the theatre is a great friend of the otters from the river that come to the theatre sometimes. There are a lot of flowers in the windows that are not covered with posters.”

Beneath that is the cinema! “I only ever have the good stuff playing in my theater, the bad stuff can premiere in some other theater. Concessions offers popcorn and candy and pizza and hamburgers and spaghetti-- Because why not? And I sell plushies of the movies currently playing. I do annual film festivals to showcase the creations of local movie makers, their film gets to play for a couple of weeks (*and of course they recieve the profits from the ticket sales*).”

Ending with a VHS store :)

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 7)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏

Part 7 -

The rain was beating down on the building in fat, heavy droplets making it harder to pick out other sounds. I peered into the room and could see J sprawled out on the couch, dead to the world. Suddenly my eye was drawn to a movement at the window, as it began to slide up. I shrank back, still watching but trying to stay hidden as the figure of a police officer slipped into the room. Followed by three others. As they fanned out into the room with guns drawn, my heart swelled with a little bit of hope that my freedom was near. They would ship my jailer off to Arkham and this would all be over. I felt my shoulders drop as I began to soak up the relief.

They had him surrounded where he lay, oblivious and looking strangely peaceful. Suddenly one of them fired a shot in the air. Startled I ducked back out of view and I thought I could hear a struggle between him and one of the men. By the time I returned to the position where I could see, J was being lifted up by two of them and thrown down onto the glass coffee table. His upper body went straight through it and he lay there winded in a halo of glass as they all gathered around to kick him. So much for due process, I thought. They began to taunt him as he writhed in pain, and laughing at them with bloody teeth.

"One of your men told us where we'd find you. We didn't call this in, figured we'd make sure you're not going back to the nuthouse again," said the tallest one.

"Last time you broke out, you killed four cops. We brought a body bag for you this time, you sick fuck," spat the middle aged one who looked the most worn down by a career in the GCPD.

I stashed the knife in my pocket and stepped out with my hands raised.

"Excuse me,"

They all turned to look at me, startled.

"Who the fuck are you?" Asked one, immediately pointing his weapon at me.

"His hostage," I muttered, less than thrilled by being held at gunpoint.

They all stared at me blankly.

"The girl he took in the purple dress," I urged.

"Oh my god, she's alive," murmured the one with ginger hair, he seemed a little younger and softer than the rest.

The tall one still had his gun trained on me as I slowly approached.

"God, what do you think he's been doing to her for all this time," said the short one, as though I wasn't stood right there.

"Ah fuck this complicates things," muttered the old one, who seemed to be the leader of the pack.

The tall one had a mean look about him as he scrutinised me, gun still drawn.

"Jesus, look at her fucking face. Maybe that's why he didn't kill her..." he grimaced.

"Hey," the ginger one said, chastising him and approaching me, "did he do that to you?" He asked, unable to really look me in the eye.

I remembered I probably had the remains of the black paint smeared on my face.

"He painted them but the scars... are old," I said, my voice cracking as the familiar feelings of hurt at this kind of response flooded over me, threatening to wash me away.

Ginger finally gave me a few fleeting moments of eye contact before he caught sight of something that drew his attention. He gently reached out a hand and swept my hair aside to get a better look at my neck.

"Jesus -"

I wasn't sure what he meant until I realised I probably had a visible bruise from the earlier fight.

"Looks like he's been having a little fun," muttered the tall one flatly, finally letting the gun drop. He clearly did not give a shit about me.

The older guy kicked J in the throat, grinning with satisfaction as he crumpled up and choked.

"Something doesn't add up. Why hasn't he killed you?" Said the lean one, frowning.

"Maybe you are working with him," said the short one, who had stayed mostly quiet throughout.

They all looked me over, suspicion rising, even the ginger one.

"You know, when he was incarcerated, some people still wrote him? He got fan mail. He had post coming in with marriage proposals, and photographs from crazy bitches desperate to meet him," said the old one, approaching me.

He stopped in front of me, wiping his thumb against my cheek and inspecting the black paint.

"How do we know you're not one of those whores?"

"With a face like that, I'll bet you don't get a lot of interest..." said the tall one, the obviously barbed subtext being that I was desperate and deranged, and would have happily clambered aboard the clown currently still writhing in pain on the floor.

"W-what?" I stuttered out in disbelief.

They had been so quick to turn on me.

"Maybe you think he's like you. Damaged? Did you think you could fix him?" He pressed further.

"No, I don't think he's like me... and you would be surprised about the attention, men still find a way to be vile, if anything the scars have made it worse," I hissed, unable to hide the anger in my voice.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," warned the younger one, looking uncomfortable.

"Okay fine, take the girl outside, she won't want to see this any way," muttered the older one, waving us off dismissively as the ginger one began to herd me to the window.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of worry about what they were going to do. As I stood on the metal fire escape with him I could hear them continuing to beat him to a pulp. They were really going to kill him, but they seemed intent on torturing him first. I could hear everything, from his cries of pain and strained laughter, to their taunting words.

"Did he hurt you, I mean other than that?" asked the young one as he stood beside me on the fire escape.

"No, well, not like that..." I mumbled, head swimming in confusion.

He frowned, looking at me with so much pity it strangely angered me.

"I think. I need water and I want to get this crap off my face," I murmured stepping back inside before the cop could stop me.

He grabbed for my hoodie.

"Hey, wait..." he hesitated.

"I just want to get this off of me," I said, really pushing the narrative he'd clearly started to put together.

"Uh, sure."

He let me go and I crossed over to the kitchen area. My head was reeling. I didn't know what the fuck to do, as i started to wash my face off and drink from the tap so as not to arouse suspicion. The others were so busy railing on their target that they hadn't noticed my reappearance.

"You and your little girlfriend are quite the pair. With faces like that no wonder you found each other. You're like frankenstein and his bride," laughed the tall one as he stomped on J's fingers.

"Still, if you put a bag on her head, she's got quite the hot body... guess that's why you're keeping her hostage" said his short companion.

The words hit me like a brick. Who the fuck did they think they were? Was there any justice in these crooked cops beating a criminal to death? It was self-serving, not some kind of karmic justice. They were propping up the rotten system - just because they weren't dragging women into a back alley somewhere, they considered themselves in the clear. But what about the women they pressured into drinking with them at the bar? The ex-wife they threatened, the domestic abuse accusations they helped to shake for their colleague, because 'he's a nice guy really, she's trying to ruin his career He's a good cop.'? What about the teenage girl they didn't believe when she came to them seeking help, what about the dead prostitutes they cracked sick jokes about over cups of coffee in the break room?

They weren't good men. Even the one on the fire escape was complicit, he'd come here to do the same thing - to give himself over to violence and killing. If anything he was in some ways worse than the others, wearing the mask of someone who cared. He probably genuinely thought of himself as a good man. I wondered how many times he had weakly turned a blind eye to the actions of the men around him. I felt sick as I watched on, unseen, in despair as they continued to kick the crumpled form of my previous captor.

Suddenly, an idea began to form in my mind, like the spark of a match. I took the full overproof vodka bottle and stuffed a nearby rag down the neck. Slipping my hand into the familiar heavy purple coat, remembering which pocket he had put the lighter into, I advanced on them. They didn't see me approach; I wasn't important enough for that.

"That's enough!" I shouted, with surprising command.

They turned to see what was going on.

"What the hell? Watkins, why'd you let her back in here?" Said the lean one looking to his friend on the fire escape.

"Get this stupid bitch out of here," added the eldest, as Watkins began scrambling back through the window.

They weren't listening to me at all. J wasn't even laughing anymore, and one of his eyes was already puffed up as he looked up at me from the floor. As the lean one turned again to stomp on him some more, I snapped.

"Are you guys hard of hearing? I said, leave him the fuck alone. That's enough!"

I was shaking with anger. They barely even looked at me. I had given them enough warning. The quiet one moved to draw his pistol, looking like he was about to point it my way. I didn't give him the chance.

I flicked open the lighter and struck the wheel. The rag caught with a flicker and I launched the bottle squarely at the tall one, who was by now a little off to the left.

It sailed through the air and smashed against the wall, scattering glass and vodka all over him and the ringleader beside him. Instantly the flame ignited the fuel and a flash of orange bloomed like a flower. It was so bright that I had to shield my eyes for a second.

In the panic that quickly erupted I grabbed the gun from the holster of the cop I hadn't hit. Watkins had made it in through the window and was rushing over. As the two cops on fire were screaming and their colleagues were trying to put them out, I grabbed J by the wrist and dragged him far enough out of the way that he wasn't at risk of catching on fire with them.

"You stupid bitch! My face, she burnt my fucking face!" The tall one was screaming his head off as Watkins had put him out with his jacket.

I smiled as I managed to get J somewhat to his feet with an arm over my shoulders. As I encouraged him out to the balcony, I turned to look back at them. They had just snuffed out the older man too and were ducking away from the rapidly growing wall of fire beside them.

"What the fuck! I told you she was a goddamn rat!" screamed the short one, reaching for the gun I'd taken from his holster already and coming up empty.

"You burnt my fucking face!" Shouted the tall one again, clearly still in shock as he looked my way.

"You better hope it doesn't leave a nasty scar then, although, for the record your personality will still be the main reason nobody wants to sleep with you," I spat in his direction as I posted the heavy purple coat through the sash window. The others were reaching for their guns by now so I fired a shot between them and into the kitchen cabinets. They flinched as glass came down in a waterfall behind them.

"Keep your hands above your head!" I yelled.

Reluctantly they complied, and I shot another round into the old boiler unit, which immediately began spraying water and steam all over the place. There they stood in the middle, water on the left side and fire on the right. It had a kind of poetry to it which I appreciated for a second before quickly slipping out of the window.

"You - you made a molotov cocktail," J managed in amusement, spitting blood as coughed out the words.

I clumsily stuffed my arms into his coat and shurgged it over my shoulders, made it to the ladder and frantically began to clamber down.

"They're going to start trying to shoot us, can we talk about this later?" I shouted after him in exasperation.

"If you'd shot them first, we wouldn't have to worry about that," he grumbled, making a start on the ladder.

He was in a bad way, and clearly very much struggling to make his way down but I didn't slow my own pace. As soon as my feet hit the bottom rung, I dropped into the puddles below, slightly jarring my ankle as I did. I stumbled, cursing under my breath before straightening up and scrambling across the alley. Ducking behind a dumpster, I aimed at the balcony above us. The rain was still pouring down into the dark all around us and J still had about a third of the ladder to go when I spotted movement up above. I fired a shot up at the window, shattering it. I hoped this would cause them enough hesitation, while they tried to work out which direction it had come from, that he could get his feet back on solid ground.

I fired another couple of shots upward for good measure as he slipped into the street, collapsing onto his hands and knees for a moment. Cursing my own stupidity for not just calling it a day and running off, I instead darted over to help him to his feet.

"Do you have anything useful in this coat?" I urged.

He reached a hand inside one of the inside pockets and withdrew some kind of cannister. I snatched it from his grasp.

"Tell me what to do."

"Pull the pin, throw it away from us, and run, unless you want to choke."

I did as he said, absolutely terrfied the entire time. The cannister rolled to a stop at the foot of the ladder. I grasped his hand in my own and sprinted ahead of him, dragging him forwards as he stumbled on unsteady legs. I was struck very suddenly by the strange reversal of things, my mind replaying flashes of him dragging me by the hands out into the street on the fateful day our paths had crossed in the dress shop. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that the alleyway was filling with grey smoke. As we burst out onto the street, I looked around frantically. We were still in a dead neighbourhood.

"Left." He managed to say.

I tried to prop him upright as we struggled to put as much distance inbetween us and the disgruntled cops as possible. After travelling down a couple of different streets in an erratic pattern, we hit the first signs of life. Flickering neon signs for a thai massage parlour, a pizza joint, and an ancient looking laundromat in between other boarded up and burned out stores.

"In here," I said, shoving him sideways through the laundromat door.

He didn't even seem to have it in him to protest and simply followed my rough guidance. The front desk was empty with a piece of card which read.

'Back in half hour. Need anything ask Raj in corner store'

We slipped behind the first row of machines, out of the line of sight through the glass front of the store. The rumble of the dryers and hum of the overhead fluorescent lights created a kind of static white noise around us which felt oddly comforting to me. Everything was awash with a kind of yellow hue, due to the tiles and the lights above, and the aged yellow plastic of the machines.

"Sit," I said, motioning to the wooden bench in front of us.

His eyes met mine.

"Like... a dog..." was all he managed to respond.

I sighed.

"Yes, like a dog that's been hit by a car. Just sit down already."

He relented, collapsing down onto it.

Link below for the other chapters:

[mod-kyoko]

Sayaka maizono and Celestia Ludenburg dating headcanons please~ I swear when I just started being in the Danganronpa fandom I had no idea people didn't like Sayaka but I love her.

sayaka maizono and celestia ludenberg dating hcs!

info: fluff, hc format, g/n!reader

a/n: sorry this took damn forever. i'm indifferent to both sayaka and celestia, i like celeste a little more but i'm pretty neutral towards both of em.

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sayaka maizono

sayaka is pretty affectionate

her love language is gift giving so you're always waking up to cute notes around the house when she's gone

flowers are a frequent thing, whenever she sees a pretty bouquet she has to get it

she's touchy too, her favorite ways to touch you are by holding your arm, laying in your lap, and hand holding

she tends to take the lead on dates, and just in general too

she always has something fun planned to surprise you, like a fancy dinner at a reservations-only restaurant

remember, she's super famous so she can get you in anywhere

days of sitting at home doing nothing are rare, she simply won't let you be lazy

the two of you try many activities together, like music festivals, painting by the ocean, couples' cooking classes, etc.

sayaka treats you to a lavish lifestyle because she can, and she loves spoiling you

if you see something you like in a shop window but don't get it, guess what you find sitting on your bed the next day

in conclusion, dating sayaka is being flooded with love through touch and gift-giving, being spoiled, and filling your schedule with fun

celestia ludenberg

oh my goshhhhh you can't tell me celeste wouldn't spoil you and dress you up 24/7

she won't make you wear gothic lolita clothing like hers if you don't want to but god forbid you wear something secondhand

suddenly your entire closet has been replaced with designer outfits and your old clothing has been shoved somewhere else where she's hoping you'll forget them

anyway, when she buys you clothes you can bet your ass she's gonna make you put on a fashion show for her while she gives commentary

other than clothes though she'll frequently buy you material things like jewelry

she LOVES to see you wearing things she's bought you, it gives her a bit of a power trip

celeste's love language is quality time

the two of you don't need to be talking to have a good time with each other

her favorite activity with you actually involves complete silence

the two of you reading books in each other's presence, accompanied by tea and finger sandwiches that celeste had her butler prepare

this activity is only occasionally interrupted with dialogue, and its always very short

"is your novel living up to your expectations?"

"mhm"

"would you like another cup of tea?"

"why thank you, dear"

she is into physical touch too! she just doesn't crave it 24/7

she likes sitting in your lap or vice versa, she likes the power trip but also likes to feel like she's at someone else's whim sometimes

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i think i need more of celeste...

-mod kyoko

[5five5five5five5five5five]

thinking about Five in the fall-

gets REALLY into watching the trees change colors. he documents the trees outside his apartment window and paints them with water colors. watching the seasons and NOT risking death from the cold or heat is a new found wonder to him.

gets a bit too into crunching leaves on the sidewalk. the kids love this and do it with him but Diego, Lila or Allison just watch as this behavior holds up just walking to 7-11.

him and all the siblings have a bit too much fun at spirit Halloween, roasts costumes, trying to jump scare each other with masks and eventually coming out with very little outside some decor house items and costumes for the kids. they touched and goofed around with a lot more stuff then they bought lmao.

sweater weather. idc what that Christmas image says, he loves sweaters. just not "cringey" ones. but a nice warm green or orange with stitched on leaves and a silly themed tie fits. i feel like he ends up dressing like a quirky teacher. ms frizzle but more muted and less crazy.

he goes trick or treating with the kids and family but doesn't wear a costume. but he will have a themed spooky ghosts and silly pumpkins cardigan. maybe a basic slasher mask on top of his head if he's feeling extra festive.

he watches over the garden wall and makes it his personality for 2 months. he owns the vinyl record of the soundtrack and plays it though-out the house.

this is 100% projection but he HAS to watch the Macy's day parade. this was a habit he's had since he was a child, he made sure to save time to watch it well being an assassin. he HAS TO. its a NEED. and if something gets in the way of him and the silly big balloons, he will had a grumpy old man fit. he then watches the dog show too. he cant help with meal prep till like 3pm. rip everyone else, he counts it as babysitting.

he makes pies for thanks giving. that's what he brings and wont allow complaints if others want to make pies too. he's the pie maker. the pie man. that's his THING.

he gets melancholic when fall ends. winter always stresses him out. the most dangerous season. even when he's safe and sound, it still scares him. he tries not to let it show but the sight of snow really upsets him. he doesn't want to go in it and wishes he could just hibernate till spring.

[raapija]

Just a regular day

Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll

No warnings needed, just fluff <3

It's been a long day at the karting track and Lance goes to find Fernando to take him home.

This is part of the pookie au ->

Lance stretched back in his chair and yawned. He was finally done cataloging every piece of paper and recording everything on the computer database. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.

"Half seven..." he mumbled to himself and relaxed for a moment longer. He looked out the office window and down towards the track. The sun was setting and painted the sky pink. It was so quiet compared to just a few hours before with about 20 karts speeding around the track and dozens of family members and friends cheering for them.

Lance could see some movement from the other side of the track where the garages and storage buildings were. He sat up to see better and could make out a familiar figure wheeling along one of the karts used in the race. Oh, Fernando was still working on something. The Canadian decided to wrap up his things and head down to see what he was doing. The whole building was empty, apart from a little old cleaning lady tidying up the offices. Lance said his good byes to her and made his way outside.

***

"Hey," Lance said as he stopped at the garage opening, looking at Fernando hunched over the kart he had been moving. "Whatcha doing?"

Fernando peered up and smiled as he saw Lance, his hands busy loosening some screws. As he looked back down, his face contorted in frustration as one of the screws wouldn't come out. "The engine was making a sound so I'm just checking it."

"It's almost seven, we should go home." Lance said and walked over to him, crouching down and watching Fernando tinker with the engine. The Spaniard's hands were covered in black oil and grease and Lance thought it made him look quite rugged. In a good way.

"Yeah, it's not gonna take long. You can go if you want to. I'll get a ride from someone." Fernando said and Lance huffed.

"I'm not leaving you here, you'll stay the whole night. Besides, it's only us and Juanita still here. And she can't strap you onto her Vespa." the Canadian said. Fernando chuckled and then pointed towards a toolbox off to the side.

"Well, help me then and we'll go." he said and Lance reached for the toolbox, handing Fernando whatever he needed. They worked together on the engine with Lance giving suggestions on the possible fix and Fernando trying them out. Finally, they found the right part that was causing the noise and Fernando ripped the whole thing off and changed in a new one. They fired up the kart and were satisfied to hear it run smoothly.

***

"Well!" Lance chirped with a clap as Fernando got up to clean his hands. It was almost eight now and he was feeling famished. They had only had a quick lunch break between practise and qualifying and that was almost 7 hours ago. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, sí." Fernando said as he wiped his hands clean with WD-40. Lance grimaced as he knew how rough Fernando's hands would get after that. The Spaniard rinsed his hands with water and then walked over to Lance, pulling him close by the waist. He looked up to Lance and gave him a warm smile. "How was your day?"

Lance smirked at him and loosely wrapped his arms around Fernando's shoulders. "Fine. Busy, but fine. I had a lot of fun actually."

"Yeah?" Fernando hummed. Lance could see how tired he was, eyes all droopy and his whole being a bit disheveled. "A lot of official, very important race director business?"

"Yeah, sure." Lance laughed. His job for today had been to keep a record of everything happening on track. Participants, timing, possible penalties, finishing positions... It was a lot but he was pretty good at handling ten different things at once. And he had a couple people help him that worked full-time at the museum, so it wasn't really all that bad.

"Hmm..." Fernando hummed again and got up on his tip toes to give Lance a good and long kiss. Content with the smooch, he slumped back down and rested his forehead on Lance's shoulder. "Take me home, por favor."

"Okay..." Lance said and held him for a bit longer. Fernando smelled like oil, petrol and sweat, not the best combination of flavours but Lance loved it. It reminded him of his own karting days in Canada.

"Come on, then." Lance said and they let go of each other. They gathered their belongings and closed up the garage. It was pretty dark outside with only a few lamps lighting up the track. They walked hand in hand, talking about what they were going to have for a late dinner. Lance loved these kinds of sweet moments with Fernando. Nothing but them and ordinary every day conversation. Like they weren't famous F1 drivers with a million eyes on them at every waking moment, but just a couple of regular boring people with regular boring lives. Oh, what he would give for it to be like this always and forever. But then again, driving an F1 car was pretty nice, too.

"Lancito, churri?" Fernando called for him gently and Lance broke out of his daydream. He had fallen a few steps behind and now had to catch up.

"Yeah, yeah, coming." the Canadian hurried over to the car, throwing his things on the backseat as Fernando held the door open. They then went to their own respective places; Lance on the wheel and Fernando riding shotgun. It didn't take long after pulling out the parking lot that the Spaniard already fell asleep. Lance listened to the radio on low volume, driving along an empty road and cherished the moment once more. Him and his husband going home, the home that they had bought together. Just regular people driving back to their regular home. It was perfect for him.

▹.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.▹

Thanks for reading <3 I've been thinking of writing something with the karting school for a while now and finally got inspired enough to do it. Hope y'all like it 🥰

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

*slides in while trying to look cool as if I'm not hiding in here to not face the fact that I'm desperately single and it's Valentine's day and I accidentally left my ex's dm on read ha*

Anywhores, I bring to you: Peter/Xenophilius. Has that been done before? I feel like it mightve been because it's so... *there*

1. Somewhere in the Hogwarts greenhouses, Peter has a garden. And somewhere in that garden, he grows Marijuana. And that's how they meet. They definitely rave about magical drugs and try to grow them

2. They'd be such menaces to society together, with one being a prankster and the other being really into gossip, experimenting with anything and everything and just... natural chaos in general.

3. Xeno would be accepted right away by the rest of the marauders like he matches everyone's freaks you get me?

4. He'll sit and listen to James whine about his love without complaining or groaning and will make him feel validated by ranting about Pete too. And he'll match Sirius's chaos and mood swings like no other, able to be hyper with him but also be able to calm him down if Siri gets too violent on his hyper episodes (but honestly sometimes goads it on), he'd so so be there with Remus to read and would love discussing psychology and things like that with him. No one can convince me that Remus and Xeno totes didn't do like psychological experiments on their friends without anyone knowing.

5. Scenario 1 of them getting together is the drugs one so on we go to 2: Academic. Rivals. Need I say more? Both of them take divination, both of them take herbology (neither of which James and Sirius take) and Peter is trying to be the class first but then there is this prick trying to outdo him and its just so fun to watch them snap at each other. (Professor Sprout number one shipper)

6. For shipnames I actually can't think of anything ngl... lmao maybe ✨️fairytail✨️ also they totally could be ace or aroace together I love the idea of them like that

7. Opposite aesthetics but also not really, soft crochet-ed jumpers and blankets, tea stains, windows painted with glass paints, cottage core, the most soft silent kind of love, messy tables, muddy footprints on the patio, swimming in lakes during sunsets, kisses under the sunrise, whispered I love you-s that sound almost reverent, floral perfumes and half burnt candles, dancing around the kitchen in socks, psychedelic episodes and baking and hand made kaleidoscopes and... yeah. That's them.

I'm actually not in the mood for angst rn... shocker, ik. Man I just want a gf to love so bad😭😭😭 anyways, hope you see the view here and uhh... Happy Valentine's baby!!

LMFAO. I also always accidentally leave my ex on read (I don't have one)

I think I have gotten an ask about them before. don't quote me on that tho

1) oh absolutely. I don't have anything more to add to that bc u said it all 😒

2) they're the literal embodiment of chaos. peter is working on a magical bomb that turns everyone that is in it's explosion radius into frogs & xeno is sitting next to him kicking his feet and telling him about rosalind antigone bungus and her newest attempt at *something* regarding regulus

3) I can see it, yeah. but since I like my marauders a bit more bully-ie I definitely think they also think he's weird, but since their pete likes him they accept him and grow to actually grow fond of him. "he might be really weird but he's our very weird guy so fuck off" type shit

4) nah ur so right, ngl. he fits in, and once he's in that group it's like he's always been a part of it

5) at first I didn't think I could see them as academic rivals, but honestly ur idea is so correct. changed my mind now I can.

6) I fully agree that they're at least aro. tbh I can see xeno as more ace than peter so ig they complete each other in that way. and that the shipname should be fairytail is actually so true. 10/10. best shipname yet (kidding. I still like lavenderhaze better)

7) I love it when u add little part like this. word association, my beloved 🫶🏻

that's okay. I'm not in the mood either. I had my oral exam in english on monday so my mood is too good for angst 🙏🏻 (I got the best grade possible. be proud of me.)

I totally see the view dw. and I get wanting a girlfriend 😮‍💨

[danika-redgrave124]

Day 7: Card

The cottage was filled with the soft rustling of paper, the occasional clatter of markers, and the cheerful hum of Neige as he carefully folded another pastel-colored card. A light dusting of glitter clung to his fingertips, a testament to the sheer amount of enthusiasm—and perhaps a little chaos—that had gone into their card-making session.

“I think mine’s turning out purrfectly,” Che’nya purred, holding up a card shaped like a cat’s face, its painted-on whiskers slightly uneven but undeniably charming. His tail flicked lazily behind him as he admired his work. “I bet everyone will love getting a little surprise from us, don’tcha think?”

Rielle, seated across from him, was deep in concentration, his tongue sticking out slightly as he carefully traced a wavy border onto his card. His was decorated with seashell motifs and tiny, shimmering water droplet designs. “I just hope mine looks okay,” he admitted, glancing over at Neige. “You’re really good at this, Neige. I didn’t know card-making was one of your talents.”

Neige giggled, wiping a stray smudge of ink from his palm. “I just like making people happy! And handmade cards always feel more special, don’t you think? It’s like… putting a little bit of yourself into a gift.”

Che’nya snickered, his ear twitching lightly. “Well, in that case, I’m putting extra of myself into mine.” He grabbed a stamp shaped like a cat’s paw and proceeded to press it all over his card, adding a more than a few paw prints in the process.

“Che’nya!” Neige gasped between laughter. “You’re getting ink all over your hands!”

Rielle sighed, but his grin gave him away. “I don’t know why I expected anything less.”

With a playful glint in his eyes, Che’nya waggled his ink-covered fingers at them. “Wanna shake hands, you two?”

“Absolutely not!” Neige and Rielle said in unison before bursting into laughter.

As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, the table became covered in a colorful mess of paper scraps, stickers, and glitter. But more than that, it was filled with laughter and the warmth of friendship—because, in the end, these cards weren’t just for others. They were also a reminder of the fun they had creating them together.

@oh-hopeless-heart

I decided to add RSA Boys, I also just made up a personality for Rielle since we know little to nothing about him.

I also found the image of all three of these boys together, but I couldn't find the original artist and decided not to use it. I remember seeing it on Tumblr though.

[lilsqueaks]

Agere!Bendy Headcanons!-

(wiggles my fingers . excited to be writin some more for mo. i always have fun n these make my mood soo much better! requested by @/scrvwnycherub

hcs under the cut!!

cw: none

🌻regresses to 4-7 age range, always involuntary or always in a semi/permanent regressed state! and like in canon, she regresses to cope with her past.

🌻 like Joe she has no shame in her regression what so ever! its just something that's become part of her daily routine and life style! she mainly just did alone not needing anyone to watch over her just using it as a way to unwind.. but now that she has friends shes more than happy to include them!

🌻 verrry much acts like a little kid pretending to be big while regressed, a lot of following others around the house.. mimicking their body language, using big words even if she stumbles over them, "helping" (which really means mimicking Steph cleaning and immediately taking a nap after.)

🌻i feel like she would absolutely love playing pretend. she has a big chest full of clothes to use for dress up whenever she does, playing games like house and vet are always her favorite. She loves to play pretend with Joe and Orel, especially Joe, as he always puts a unique twist on games, like making teacher into "dinosaur school" having Bendy line up all his dino toys and teach to them while he plays as the students!

🌻 she also plays by lining up her toys and reading to them! if not that, she loves to have little dance parties, turning up the radio and swinging with them in her arms! she'll also gather everyone around to watch her preform a big dance number, or to watch her play theater!

🌻of course she has her vast collection of teddy bears and dolls to play with! but i feel like shed love infant toys also! their bright and colorful and make fun noises, she can entertain herself for hours with them!

🌻 for what we can tell from her room, she seems to love animals! butterflies especially! having them up and decorating her wall, so id feel like shed fixate on them.. telling everyone she meets cool facts about them!

🌻 she doesnt seem like a very out doorsy kiddo. but i get the sense shed love bike riding? going to the park n having Joe hitched up to a carriage and peddling around, all care free and laughing! some times he encourages her to go too fast and they crash but its all in good fun! and i feel the bike would be red, to match her nails of course!

🌻 SHE DEF WOULD GIVE JOE CUTE LIL MAKEOVERS OK!! painting his nails, a bit messier when shes little, but he loves how they turn out all the same.

🌻 i also feel like she begins to bond with Agnes more.. later on (im including her they should be friends ok!!) helps her come out of her shell more.. Agnes is more drawn to porcelain dolls, so she takes Bendy out to go window shopping for some!

[landboundstar-writing]

Of Ghoulies And Ghosties Part 7

Unintentionally, I just finished the update before Halloween.

Next part I think will continue. It just felt like a good point to break up the scene.

If you like, please tip. My information is in my pinned post.

And reblog.

And no minors, please. Minors, be elsewhere.

While my general CW for adult content in this piece applies, this chapter does have some threatening undertones and sexual references.

Enjoy!

I stumbled out of bed.

Not my bed, but someone's bed.

It was only one person, so apparently the idea of a menage had been struck down. Pity.

It hardly mattered if the pretty brunette from Lexcorp or the buttoned up Gothcorp suit had won the flirty little competition we had been having over drinks to see who I left with.

And the bloody soulless wall art and white paint didn't help illuminate that now that our bit of fun was over.

I put my clothes on and grabbed my things, leaving tonight's hookup sleeping off their own hangover that they were bound to have when they woke up.

It had started to rain since I had left the club, in a way that almost reminded me of London as I walked. Fog was starting to rise from wet pavement as I made my way through the buildings. And around me, skyscrapers rose with lights lighting their windows like pearls and diamonds set in the black velvet of the night sky.

The oddly lyrical path of my thoughts paused me. And I was bloody sure I hadn't had any mead of poetry in my highball tonight. But I sensed the otherness building around me even before I saw the limo parked on the street.

I walked closer to the limo, its headlights illuminating the rain falling on the pavement. It was pretty, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't what had made all of Gotham's traffic disappear. I might have believed I'd walked outside at a bad moment into some villainous plot. But even with a dark Bat signal, no visible police or barricades, and no broody coworkers, the idea of this being a single villain would have been laughable.

I mean, most villains can't and don't make all the vehicles and people disappear. 

No wreckage, no maiming, just gone.

And the otherness hit into me like a shockwave as the limo door opened and I saw who stepped out.

Well, that cinched it. I really was in Gotham. And looking at Lady Gotham herself.

And not the bloody statue. But the lady herself.

I have a history of finding genus loci. Have had a few encounters with some in Merry Olde. And there was always the time that Angela asked for my help with her city and summoned me there with dreams.

There is a feel there, dealing with genus loci.  Being location spirits, they have a sense of presence and the place that goes beyond the setting to the feel of the city. 

It is something fueled by dreams and hopes and perceptions. It is an image, an ideal. All intangible things.

Except when you are talking about magic.

Then, it is as solid and as real as it comes.

Up until I saw the limo, I would have said Angela - spirit of Los Angeles - had been the most intense genus loci I had encountered, if not the most bloody persistent.

None of the genus loci I had met had anything on Lady Gotham though.

She was a looker - there was no doubt about that. She’d have to be to actually draw some mad souls in. Pale, with dark hair styled in tight finger waves, she was dressed in a long black dress that must have been the height of fashion in 1920 or so. But it still looked right, not out of date, but the type of look that prats in fashion magazines rattled on about being ‘timeless’ . It was simple and dark, and only sparkled with a single band of silver fringe that was positioned right beneath her rather ample bosom, which the dress did nothing to conceal. Otherwise, her only visible accessories were her black stiletto heels and an interesting necklace. It looked like a rope of diamonds, twisted and draped, so that it formed the loose but unmistakable shape of a noose.

Quite a statement that made there.

And since she could appear however she wanted, Gotham’s appearance was no accident.

But how she looked - that was only part of the appeal.

There was a feel in the air itself, like the thickness in the air before a thunderstorm, equal parts of beauty and danger, and that bore threads of resilience and desperation, opulence and a bone deep hunger.

And that feel came from her. And grew stronger as she took a few steps closer, away from the car and then stopped, waiting.

I walked towards her, pulled by her presence, the magic staggering me more than the pretty blue highballs at the bar or any hangover I had ever had in my life had, my hips almost unconsciously swaying to the rhythm of the rain. I felt her gaze take me in, with eyes that were nearly as starry black as the Endless’ eyes, and I stood with my leather jacket and wrinkled club dress and boots, smelling of alcohol, smoke and sex under her watchful gaze.

“Constant One. You have brought yourself to my city. Why?”

I could feel the alarm going off in my brain and knew that stepping carefully would be the only way that I got out of this scenario alive. 

Constant One. That was what Constantine meant. If you were Scottish enough, at least. One of the many euphemisms for the family mantle. Laughing Magician, Constant One, it didn’t matter what you called it. I was the one with the mantle.

And there was no avoiding her.

“I was hired to do an investigation here.” I told her simply.

“You were hired to investigate me? To investigate my people?” And then I could feel her magic wash over me, into me. It was an inspection, a wordless investigation, reading my intentions.

Lucky me, I wasn’t lying to her. I had been hired. I had even been hired to help. Too bad that no one wanted to let me do my bloody job.

“So.” The single word had a cool purr in it that made my stomach, and parts that I was not used to normally having, turn somersaults. “You came to my city to work? Then you should do your job. But, if you want to be here, then, you have to pay a toll for entering. Since you didn’t pay when you came in, you can pay me now.”

I felt able to move again. But I didn’t take an easy breath. Not until I knew the cost. Lady Gotham might look lovely, but there was a deadly edge to her. And if she had been merely - well, let’s say mortal at least, if not human - then I would have been looking for a dagger or a pistol.

But as a genus loci - they might be small gods, but she could still snuff out my soul like a match. So no way was I going into this blind.

“What's your price first?”

“I am not asking for your soul, Constant One. Or your life. Or your magic. Or your money. Or even much of your time. Nothing that  interferes with your job. Your job benefits me.I only ask that I get the attention that I am due. The attention that I demand. You give me that attention, for a little while here at least, and I will not interfere with your investigation. In fact, I will cooperate.”

“I don't suppose you can get your people to stop interfering with my investigation?”

“My people are part of what makes me who and what I am. I won’t stop you. I will even aid your magic. But changing my people? That would change me. No, Constant One. I will not interfere with my people. Will you give me the attention I require though?”

“What type of attention are we talking here?” I asked.

She laughed, rich and throaty as she walked towards me. And her magic washed over me and I felt a very obvious note In her attention.

And a very obvious change in my own attire.

I guess my bit of fun for the night was not over yet.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day. I hate that I was so anxious about it. There was no reason for that.

I slept. Fine. Not the worst, not the best. I just couldn't find a good temperature and wasn't as comfortable as I would have liked. When James got up I ended up rolling into their side and stretching out but even that didn't help a ton. Just not the best sleep.

I heard James leave. And dozed for another hour. When I got up I was trying very hard to psych myself up. I got dressed and felt fine. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. I wrapped my gift of that tortoise painting for Celia. I put the stickers for the flag house in my purse. I laid on the couch. I waited until it was time to go.

I made the meeting time 10. Which is when their museum opens. It is only 7 minutes away but I still left around 940 because I was so nervous about parking. But I would luck out again and got a great parking space. Which made me way to early. So I just chilled in the car for a bit.

I would finally walk over. I stopped to take some pictures of my sticker outside so I could make a post on Instagram about it. And then I was going inside. And they were so excited. They gave me a check. And we talked about the process and the images and their hopes for the future. It just made me feel so happy. Chris, the man who had originally commissioned me, said that when they send out their newsletter my sticker is going to be the first big topic about the gift shop. Amazing. I counted out the stickers to make sure they were all there. And I actually had 53 instead of just 50. So I would keep 1. Which made me very happy. I'm so glad I got to work with them and I hope I can keep finding these opportunities.

I would leave there a few minutes after I got there. And stopped at the little free library and got James a book about modern art masters. Which seemed pretty sweet. And decided I would go to second chance to see if they had anything for the baby room.

I was annoyed with myself when it realized I didn't have my earbuds in my purse. I was going to have to raw dog the store with my own thoughts?? Terrible. But I ended up having a few sweet little conversations with the old guys in the store. And it would be fine. I didn't find anything I wanted to buy but it was fun to look around. Even if I got sweaty and felt tired pretty quickly. So I went home.

When I got back here I would hang out with sweetp and had some yogurt and laid on the couch. I was meeting with Celia at 1. So I had time to just chill.

I had been wearing my doc marten boots for the morning (I'm trying to break them in) but they really hurt my feet so I knew I would be changing for the afternoon. But I chose my doc marten sandals which honestly aren't much better and I would still end up with blisters. Stupid. I should have worn socks but it's fine. I would mainly be fine.

I would take a very bizarre way to the zoo because I missed my exit. Oops. But I still beat Celia there. I waited for her outside the entrance. And was able to use my BMI membership card to get us in for free! So that was exciting. I would still end up spending $40 but it's for her birthday so it's fine.

We started with penguins. And then to see the bears. Which me and James had missed on Monday. I think that's what I enjoyed the most, we got to focus on different stuff. And I really had a lot off fun.

We got lunch. And I made a last second decision to get pizza but I regretted it and would end up wrapping most of it in napkins to put in my purse. I really enjoyed the fries. And I got another souvenir cup. And the girl in the back yelled over to me that she made sure I got the lion one!! She kept saying it and it was hilarious to me and made it worth it.

We had a nice meal though and continued on. Celia kept saying I was moving to fast because I was moving from window to window to try and catch the animals but she would literally run to stuff when she thought something was happening so it was just funny. We would get to see the elephants respond to calls. And deer in their enclosure which they chased. We had great otter action. And the bobcat! I really had a good time. We went in the aviary too which was really nice. We spent a lot of time on birds honestly. But it was really great.

We overheard a weird conversation with a girl who apparently works at the Huston zoo. She was chatting with a volunteer and made a snotty comment about how much better her zoo is. And like yeah I've heard great things but also, you aren't be a very good ambassador? You being snotty isn't making me want to try and see your zoo. But whatever. We got away from that pretty quick.

We made sure to see as many turtles as we could. Celia works with turtles now so it was fun getting to what she knew about different ones. And I was having fun but my feet were starting to hurt and I was running out of steam. So we started heading back towards the front.

We got to see the last penguin feeding of the day. Celia got to ask some questions. We got to learn that their oldest penguin is 33 years old!! Which is how old I am!!! Crazy. But it was fun seeing them eat.

We stopped at an ice cream truck on the way out and got milkshakes. Mine was actually a float but they mixed it so it was more like a creamsicle shake but it was still good.

We were going to take the tram back but no drinks allowed so we walked up the hill. Even though I was huffing and puffing a little. I made it and as we were leaving we got to see a raccoon on a trashcan! Which honestly may have been my favorite part. Love a random raccoon walking all over the scarecrows they have set out for Halloween.

Celia walked with me to my car so I could give her the painting gift and she really liked it! Made me happy. I also gave her some rocks. They were nice ones! She gave me a hug and we said goodbye.

I was honestly at the end of my energy. I didn't feel amazing and really really wanted to go home. Of course there was going to be traffic but I made it home by 430.

When j got back here I had a few things I needed to do. Specifically I wanted to finish the best in the teddy bear hospital. I had cut out the hat and pillow that needed to be made. And pulled out my sewing machine to do that. And while I was finishing that James came home. I was very happy to see them.

They jumped in to doing laundry. And I finished the bear and I'm very happy. I sent off some photos to the owner and I hope she likes him too! (She would text me later and said she'll come check him out next weekend at the market!)

I would come upstairs to clean up my nails. Cut my cuticles and filed them into a better shape. And then I took a quick shower. Which made me feel slightly better.

But I mostly just wanted to be in bed. And I would hang out in bed for most of the evening. James would work on their laptop. And come and talk with me. They brought me the package I got in the mail. Which is a little id bracelet but it came in a huge box which I was baffled by and could only laugh at.

Eventually James brought me a cupcake. Sweetp stole some of it and got crumbs everything. James showered. And is now folding laundry. And I am fighting to keep my eyes open. I am tired!!

Tomorrow I'm going to be at the farmers market. And then in the evening I'm going to have dinner with Callie and I'm very excited to see her. It's been to long!!

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. I love you all. Good night!!

[collegeoflore]

aaand 2, 4, 13, 28 for Ieriyn? 👀

thank you again my dear!!! 💖

(questions here)

2. What relationship did your Tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age?

ieriyn is the youngest of 7 siblings and only really gets along with one of them. it's a combination of rivalry, unease/fear about his unpredictable magic, and just plain personality clashes that make most of his siblings keep him at arm's length. they all want the biggest share of their father's inheritance and they all want to make a name for themselves politically and there's only so much room to do so - combine that with ieriyn being a sorcerer in a city where magic is nearly entirely illegal and him also just being a bit of an annoying twat and well. he isn't that popular with his siblings. it doesn't help that more than once his wild magic surges have endangered or hurt his siblings and family, especially when he was very young. there's probably also some contention there wrt to him being trans but i haven't developed that yet LMAO

he is also desperate for his father's approval and affection and he just. never really gets it. he fills the void with his mentor instead, whom he is unhealthily obsessed with pleasing, but it isn't really the same. he wants so so badly to be the golden child but he isn't and all of his attempts to win his parents' favor get him nowhere. like yes he's a magical gifted kid but that isn't enough to get him what he wants.

he's honestly still fairly young (i don't have an exact age nailed down as he's a half elf and idk the Lore well enough to decide on an appropriate age lol) and still lives at home (as do two of his siblings) so this hasn't had the ability to change much. i think it will change post-game but well. i am still in act 1 with him so check back later LOL

4. What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests?

ieriyn is a bookworm and loves studying arcana and religion. he also paints! mostly landscapes, but he's tried his hand at a few portraits. he's not great by any means but it's a fun hobby. he goes hunting with his family often as well and enjoys it, but he's a terrible shot. they're mostly just little rich boy hobbies he picked up by virtue of being a little rich boy. i do think it would be cute if halsin taught him wood carving. i want him to make a little duck. :)

13. How does your Tav feel about the wilderness?

it's dirty and hot and uncomfortable and his feet hurt and he hasn't had a proper hot bath in days and everything sucks so so so bad forever. he's a spoiled brat honestly, his previous experiences in the "wilderness" have involved like, hunting on horseback with a whole team of staff there to keep things as painless and comfortable as possible. he has never done anything even approaching "roughing it" and he is not a fan. i think this will change later in the game too, though - once he gets over himself and stops whining he'll probably decide it's not so bad because he does like nature; he's just used to it being a thing that exists outside his window rather than something he himself is a part of.

28. How well does your Tav function under pressure?

badly. lol.

he has a tendency to panic (which usually leads to a wild magic surge) or fully shut down or both. which is not particularly helpful um. ever. LOL. i feel like i need some more time with him to figure out how this really shakes out in game but he is generally not great under pressure lol

[mercerislandbooks]

50 Years of Island Books: Cindy Corujo

Cindy Corujo has been a bookseller for 36 years and has the longest tenure of any Island Books employee. Nothing before that matters or counts. She must have started young because she looks no older than 40. June 2023 marks her 30th year at Island Books. While Cindy likes to say that her plans for the future are so up in the air she calls them her future planes, she really only hopes to be gift-wrapping kids' books for birthday parties while Nancy Stewart sings Sticky Sticky Bubblegum every Saturday for the next 30-50 years.

Miriam: Let's start at the beginning, Cindy. How did you come to work at Island Books?

Cindy: I'm pretty sure I was the first off-Island, no Mercer-Island-Connections person to work at the bookstore. Actually maybe Mark who worked in receiving and who was there when I started was—though I think he actually had a Carol Kelly connection through her daughter, Emily. 

I do know that I answered Roger's first ever "help wanted" ad either in Seattle Weekly or in the The Seattle Times—It was 1994.  I had experience, I had worked at a bookstore in Chicago for 6 years. I was a bartender before that, I had a BA in English and had taught English for a very little bit before that—I was pretty sure I was on track to be a famous writer but that hasn't quite panned out... yet. But hey, I wanted to be a Marine Biologist in 4th grade and that hasn't panned out yet either. 

I knew no one in Seattle when I moved here.  I found an efficiency apartment on First Hill and unloaded the contents of my crammed full 14-foot Pemske into it, plopped all my savings into the hands of my new landlord for three months rent with deposit and immediately set out to find work.  Something I never had a hard time finding.  Until Seattle.

I applied and interviewed everywhere for everything.  Even a bridal boutique. Even an artificial limb company. I was just in conversation with "Annie's Affordable Art" in Ballard where I would be framing commercial posters interspersed with customer service in a windowless space when I saw Roger's ad. I think Roger would be the first to tell you that I walked into the bookstore blatantly desperate for the job.

Miriam: Tell me how your work as the store artist grew and bloomed. For those who don't know, the placards, quotes, window displays, and much of the store lettering and aesthetic came from Cindy's artistic hands. How did the rest of the staff discover your gifts?

Cindy: It's touching that you would say this. I will agree that I helped changed the look and feel of the store over time to help Roger build a "fun with purpose" (I stole that from Highlights magazine) environment. I did do the signage, and windows and displays for most of those years. I would never call myself the store "artist." I was certainly the store "scribe" and brought the first blackboards to the space to share fun quotes and event information. The blackboard up front to the right of the front door as you're leaving was the first, and I purchased it for $7 at Goodwill on Dearborn after a day-long and determined hunt for that exact thing. I wish I had kept a record of the quotes I've found over the years—everything from Cicero commenting on kids to my mother opining on wind chimes. Fun Fact: I have never used the same quote twice.   

When I think of the store's true artists, I think of Andrea Lorig, whose art adorned the newspaper advertisements and created the logos in the early days, and of Poo Putsch who painted the play house with such care and loving detail that I only just this past weekend discovered a tiny fairy in the grassy garden painted on the north face and Dr. Deane who built the playhouse and of course, Roger, who imagined and executed a series of fun remodels to transform the floor plan of the store into the interesting maze of steps and nooks and ramps and platforms and throughways that it is and whose personal collection of three typewriters were the seed ("Hey I've got one of those at home--I should bring it by") of our community collection now thirty years in the making. More recently, Brad, who's been here about a year now, has been doing some gorgeous blackboards and signs that completely outshine mine. Sigh. To my credit, a famous publisher once said I should have my own font. Caitlin can testify to that.

Miriam: I would use a Cindy font! I'm a huge fan of the store aesthetic and have loved watching it evolve over the years. Switching gears now—will you tell us about any store memories that are particularly memorable for you? Bloopers welcome, or go heartwarming...

Cindy: When I started, the bookstore was a different place. Stuffed with books.  All the space where we now display all of the beautiful miscellaneous stuff we house today was for the display of books.  All the general sections were divided into subsections.  The place had a classic bookstore vibe and a formal feel—way more formal than me and I wondered how I was going to fit in.  The women who worked there were all ten to twenty years older than me, there were a lot of employees working part time and they were for the most part, really well-read, really well-educated and really well-dressed when they went to work.  I really did not think I was going to fit in. What I learned pretty quickly was that I didn't have to fit in. That Island Books was a place that made room for people. It still is. Since then, I've had the good fortune to spend my entire work life with an evolving cast of fun and interesting colleagues and customers, some of whom I count among my best friends (Hi Wendy!).

We were open when the Nisqually Earthquake hit—All twenty NYTs hardcover bestsellers shuddered and toppled off the bestseller shelf. That was my first clue before running through the store shouting Duck! Though I think I really shouted F*****ck!!! Either way, I'm sure I saved lives that day.

The midnight release of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix—three long years of waiting after Goblet of Fire was published, our modest midnight release party plan grew into a huge happening because of Nancy Page's imagination while on the phone discussing our "plans" with a Tacoma reporter.  We rose to the occasion of Nancy's imagination with the help of Youth Theatre Northwest,  and a bunch of creative and handy customers along with staff all pitching in to make it happen. We had probably one of the best midnight release parties in the United States. In history. Bar none.

I've been through several significant anniversary parties here but I think my favorite was the Pie Social we had for our fortieth (I think). Our spin was—It's our birthday, what are you gonna do about it?  We want pie.

And we got a storeful of pie. So much fun!  So many people came bearing so much pie!

Fast forward to Laurie's tenure. Roger was relieved, ready to retire and stoked to strike out for the territory. Laurie was ecstatic and enthusiastic, did a cartwheel in the main aisle, hosted a wonderful welcome party and brought a new era of being an even more events- oriented bookstore. Laurie and Victor added the comfortable overstuffed reading chairs and beautiful throw rugs. The twinkling lights to the display cases came later.  

Lowpoint:  First author signing ever with no books to sign—we botched our order timing and had no books for the signing. In spite of our eternally mortifying gaffe, it was one of the funnest "signings" we'd ever held.  Everyone was cool with getting their signed copies later and the author (Claire Gebben) couldn't have been more gracious and good-humored about it. We still sell her novel and her memoir.

Miriam: You've seen it all. Let's finish with what you're looking forward to at the bookstore in the year ahead. Besides the big anniversary, of course.

Cindy: Re-opening the play house happened recently, but I'd been looking forward to it for a long time. That little structure has meant a bit to people over the years and it had been closed to kids since Covid.  We did a cleaning, an inspection, and a little facelift. As Laurie said: We're having an Open House.

Also, Anna, an intern, and I are working on the one and only official Island Books Golden Jubilee 2023 Typewriter Fixation Calendar—14 months of sexy typewriters from the Island Books Typewriter Collection with bonus All Inclusive Centerfold. You can read more about our typewriter project here. If anyone cares to pre-order, please let me know. I think it will retail for $23, in honor of our 50th year (2023). I'm pretty excited about how it's turning out so far. We expect it to be ready for press in September and for the release of at least 100 signed and numbered copies in October/November.

Miriam: I want one! No seriously, I am so excited about this calendar. I'm getting one for all my friends too. I hope it's typeset in Cindy font.

To our Island Books community: In the next 50 Years of Island Books installment, I’ll be talking with one of our favorite authors, Erica Bauermeister. Stay tuned!

—Miriam

[kestrelvylbrand]

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About | Kestrel Vylbrand

Tagged by: @luck-and-larceny and @the-wanted-man Thank you for the tags! This is so fun to read, and I really enjoyed filling it out!

Animal:

I also have two animals I associate with Kestrel: Kestrel - It's in her name so probably pretty self-explanatory lol. Kestrels are fierce predators despite their relatively unassuming size, which fits Kestrel. It's not that she's particularly small, but in a world full of magical armor and super-sized swords, a girl with a bat probably doesn't come across as particularly threatening. Raccoon - Cute, chaotic, and kind of a mess. Grabby hands. Would definitely steal your doormat.

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Color: I tend to associate Kestrel with a sort of pecan brown. It's interesting enough not really a color that shows up too much with her, aside from the tips of her hair. Her clothes aren't typically brown. She probably wouldn't paint her walls brown. I think it's more about a vibe? 

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Song: Tough question! But London Calling was the first song I added to her playlist!

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Number: 7. She probably couldn't tell you why, it's just the first number that pops into her head when asked.

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Day or Night: Either! Kes' schedule is usually a mess, there's very little in terms of routine and she sleeps when she can and when she feels like it. She enjoys both the sprawling activity of daytime and the quiet intensity of night.

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Plant: Burdock. An invasive weed that hard to kill and will leave your clothes in a mess.

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Smell: Thinking about it like "If there was a perfume that invoked the idea of Kestrel, what would the notes be": Musk, smoke, petrichor, amber, leather. Deep, rich, and a little bit musty, but not necessarily in an unpleasant way.

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Gemstone: Hematite, for no reason in particular.

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Season: I'm gonna steal Malika's answer and say Late Autumn

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Place: Her apartment in Limsa Lominsa, the light streaming in through the cracked window at someone she cares about sleeping in the bed beside her. A rain-wet cobblestone street, splashing through puddles as you run laughing from the city guard, leaving a trail of the jewelry you just stole behind you. A small pub in the Brume a lifetime ago, with a crooked door where you all should along badly to a song you've heard too many times before, and for a short time forgetting your bruises.

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Food: A loaf of dark bread, rustic and simple, yet one of the most satisfying things when it's fresh and warm and eaten with just butter.

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Eorzean Deity: Kestrel doesn't have a great relationship with the gods and doesn't really care about them.

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Eorzean Element(s): Earth and Lightning (I'm gonna pick multiple too!)

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Drink: Whiskey or dark beer

Tagging: I don't know! I've been kind of bad at keeping up with Tumblr and really any community stuff for a while. So if you want to do it, please consider yourself tagged!