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[blue-eyed-moon-child]

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[kingsid]

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[lemanclinic]

Tombantes, trop plates, pas assez galbées… autant de regrets chez les femmes concernant l’aspect de leurs fesses. Mais aujourd’hui, il est possible de remédier à ces problèmes grâce à la chirurgie esthétique des fesses.

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[townofcadence]

Butch is full of contradictions, of both good and bad and complex feelings. But he understands. His smile match's Butch's and warmth blooms in his chest. He leaves shucking the vest off to Butch, while his arms curve around his shoulder to undo his bandana from behind. A few tugs on the knot and it unfurls. His fingers press against his neck, feeling his pulse, before sliding down to the top button of his shirt.

"Thank you." He answers as he works. Butch has the bottom buttons, and they meet in the middle, before he helps him slide the fabric off his shoulders. He gives them a few gentle rubs before letting go so Butch can fix his hair and face away. His fingers coast over some of those scars, his eyes drifting to the first one he'd ever kissed on his shoulder what felt like forever ago. They leave when he can see the wings, refocusing on them.

They're about what he expected. He'd been there for another friend who'd grown wings that looked similar. They're small and adorable, but the disgusted feeling in the pit of his stomach keeps him from calling them such. They are small little hands with elongated fingers, and the wings themselves are barely developed, almost translucent with pink undertones from all the blood vessels within the delicate membranes.

"They look a little more developed." He answers truthfully. He's sure it'd be disappointing to hear, but his tone comes out with a touch of interest. He likes them, but he knows Butch doesn't. But maybe if Butch didn't feel like.... he was wrong for having them, they wouldn't be so hard to bear when he had little choice. It kind of felt like losing his arm. There wasn't going back, but it was easier to bear when it wasn't treated like--- something was wrong with him, or he was delicate. Butch should have that same kindness.

Artair continues. "They look healthy so far. Do they still hurt.....?" His fingers moved, just barely touching one much like he had done the first time he'd gotten a good look, an index brushing over the 'palm' of one of his wings. "Sore, or anything...?"

If Artair hadn’t witnessed him at his lowest, he probably would have said no. But he was already aware of those hideous wings and having Artair play off of his joking words makes him feel a bit better about focusing on them. He can tell the other man sees right through him, much to his dismay, but hey—atleast he didn’t have to talk about it. To admit to it in any fashion. Artair just… knew somehow. He could read him like a book and sometimes, it could be nice in such instances as this where he just seemed to understand. To get it. It saved Butch the humiliation.

Those hands find his lapel, and Butch can’t help the warm smile that finds his face despite the subject. Artair was so concerned, those hands were already on him—he liked that. That he wasn’t shy about touching him despite how disgusting any of his demonic traits made him feel.

“U-Uh… y’can help. F’ya want to…” he says with a bit of red tinting his cheeks, starting on sliding his vest off of his shoulders. He tries his best not to focus on how pretty Artair is when he looks at him like that, with that warmness in his eyes. It melted him on the inside, and honestly… when he looked at him like that, it could make him do anything he asked if he so wanted to. Thankfully, Artair wasn’t the type to take advantage of the effect he had on him.

Once they’ve finally removed his shirt and vest, he pushes some of his hair over his shoulder just in case it’s in the way of his puny wings and he turns himself some for his companion to get a proper look. At first, his back appears completely normal, albeit with the usual scars he carried, but after a moment, they begin to reappear seemingly out of thin air, similar to how his tail could. The wings are only a little bigger than before; they’ve expanded somewhat, less like curled up nubs and more so like red little webbed hands. Or infantile bat wings of some kind.

They twitch slightly upon being viewed, giving the smallest and most out of sync of flaps. “….Well? Lookin’ any better than b’fore? Maybe… goin’ away’re somethin?” His last question is full of hope and doubt all at the same time.

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Our lives are difficult, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. My parents have difficulty providing for our daily needs, and my brother Ahmed needs special care that we cannot provide. As for me, I hope that I can treat my pain so that I can stand by my family and support them.

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I am Nismah, a Palestinian girl living in Gaza, where pain and suffering have become part of our daily lives. I live with my small family in a simple tent after we lost our home. My parents are elderly, my brother Ahmed is disabled, and I suffer from constant colon pain that makes me live in constant pain.

Our lives are difficult, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. My parents have difficulty providing for our daily needs, and my brother Ahmed needs special care that we cannot provide. As for me, I hope that I can treat my pain so that I can stand by my family and support them.

From my heart, I ask everyone who can help us to extend a helping hand. Your help, no matter how small, could save my life and restore hope to my family. Thank you for your time and generosity.

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I am Nismah, a Palestinian girl living in Gaza, where pain and suffering have become part of our daily lives. I live with my small family in a simple tent after we lost our home. My parents are elderly, my brother Ahmed is disabled, and I suffer from constant colon pain that makes me live in constant pain.

Our lives are difficult, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. My parents have difficulty providing for our daily needs, and my brother Ahmed needs special care that we cannot provide. As for me, I hope that I can treat my pain so that I can stand by my family and support them.

From my heart, I ask everyone who can help us to extend a helping hand. Your help, no matter how small, could save my life and restore hope to my family. Thank you for your time and generosity.

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first kiss prompt from @candicepatton w/benophie

The mistletoe dangles above them and neither Benedict or Sophie know exactly to do.

Trust the Granville siblings to throw a party and they just have to kiss under the mistletoe.

"I...um, do we..?" She asks.

Benedict smirks, "Well, it is a tradition."

Sophie feels her cheeks warm before taking a deep breath. Benedict liked teasing her and she supposed she could once give him a taste of his own medicien

She leans forward and he meets her halfway, his lips crashing against hers in a surprisingly passionate kiss. Her hair tickles his cheeks and he cautiously cradles her face in his hands and he lets out a small laugh. They take a few breaths before kissing again.

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They jumped apart when they heard the click of a camera and the chuckle of an artist far too pleased with himself.

"Oh that was wonderful!" Henry compliments, enjoying how mortified they both were, "Have the two of you done that before?"

"Uh, no." Sophie stutters out.

"You should do that more often." He says, indicating between the two of them.

"That is an incredibly weird thing to say, Harry! Boundaries!" Benedict chastised as the artist merely skips away with his tinsel tie and camera.

Sophie could not help but laugh, her eyes glittering like the silver sequins on her dress, "This is why I never go to these things.*

Benedict looks at her, "Want to get out of here?"

"I barely know you Ben."

"So, let's go and get some actual food and get know each other." He offers, "Come on, Mistletoe rules."

She laughs, shaking her head, "Why not?"