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[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

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[lady-snow-flower]

The fountain.

Snow had nothing but time to regard the fountain, and the mysterious scholar's trip into - and out of - its water. The more she thought about it, the more the entire interaction perplexed her. If he were a scholar of the fountain, then he should know that the gardens were for women only. He might have toured it with an appropriate chaperone and when the women were made away of such a visit.

But he'd been alone and sopping wet. She'd think him a drunk fool, if not for how bright and alive his gaze had been. She still remembered it, burning into her own

And so if he was not a drunk fool, then why was he really interested in the fountain? Was he a pervert? Maybe...a treasure hunter? Was there some rumored fountain hidden in the depths of the water?

She'd puzzled over all these possibilities and never came closer to an answer. Now was the chance to glean some kind of additional information.

"Ah, is that so?" said Snow. "And what about the fountain so enchants you?"

@gem-morey

Dragonfly in Amber [Valentine's Day AU]🔥[Snow Quartz]

[starmocha]

pain is all you'll find [Sylus/Reader ★ 630 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] It was karaoke night at Onychinus’ base. A/N: I am so, so sorry. I have no excuses for this one. It’s just full-on crack.

It was karaoke night at Onychinus’ base.

You didn’t even realize Onychinus had karaoke nights, but here you were in a room surrounded by other henchmen all applauding and cheering its fearless leader as he wailed—er, sang—the fourth song of the night.

You grimaced, and chugged your bottle of beer, wishing the alcohol would just take effect already. Beside you, Luke and Kieran were also happily (and soberly?) applauding Sylus. They couldn’t possibly be enjoying his cat-yowling rendition of Careless Whisper, could they? It was honestly hard to tell since the twins refused to remove their masks. The masks were probably there to hide their suffering, you thought grimly, unable to think of any other plausible reasoning in your semi-tipsy state.

When you turned your sight back to the TV screen and the current talentless singer hogging the mic, your cheeks pinked up when you made eye contact with Sylus and he winked at you. For just an instance, you felt your stomach flipped, captivated by his smoldering eyes and suave smile.

And then he opened his mouth again. You mentally screamed in agony, wondering why a good person like yourself was being punished so cruelly like this.

You wanted to bury your head in your arms, or maybe suffocate yourself with these tacky looking throw pillows at Onychinus’ base. Hell, you would even happily let Mephisto peck your eyes out if it meant ending this torment. How could someone with a great—no, sexy—speaking voice not be able to carry a goddamned tune? God truly had a very particular sense of humor, you realized, as you forced a stiff smile and shakily gave Sylus a thumb up.

When the song finally ended (dear god, why did he pick the extended version?), you finally let out the breath you were holding in. You politely clapped and smiled, thinking Sylus was about to return to his seat next to you, but you instantly froze mid-clap, face paling as you watched him scrolled through the song list once more.

He smiled. You worried.

Your ears bled as he rasped the first three verses, before belting out: “Hello, is it me you're looking for?”

Onychinus henchmen were clapping and cheering, and you couldn’t take this anymore. You leaned over to both Luke and Kieran, hissing sharply, “You guys can’t possibly be enjoying these murders on classic songs, right?”

You blinked, dumbfounded, when Luke casually pulled out an earplug.

“Did you say something, Miss Hunter?”

Kieran pulled both of his own earplugs out. “What’s wrong?”

“You guys have been…”

“Oh, damn,” Luke said, reaching into his pocket, “I forgot to give you yours. My bad, Miss Hunter.”

You curiously received a pair of earplugs and you looked up, seeing Kieran motioning you to put them on. The moment you did, you realized that silence truly was golden. You cracked a grin to the twins.

Suddenly you found you were enjoying Sylus’ performance more. All eye candy and not a fucking tuneless sound out of him. Thank fucking god, you thought, this time joining Luke and Kieran in their zealous cheering.

Everything went on well for a few minutes, but unfortunately, the night seemed to drag on, and everyone watched with dismay as the leader of Onychinus showed that he had no intention of letting anyone else have the mic. Your brief moment of faux enthusiasm died down after each song he performed until you could do nothing but mentally sighed as you clapped like a trained seal with your stupidly rigid smile plastered on your face.

You watched the lyrics danced on the TV screen as Sylus ‘sang’ along: Welcome to your life.

You mentally groaned for the umpteenth time. It was going to be a long, long fucking night. Goddamnit.

[mentallyillmindmeld]

The only complaints I have about SNW Spock are about the writing btw. I think Ethan Peck is doing a great job and I really enjoy what he’s bringing to the table

[rachadoodz]

Part predictions part wishlist

[kleinstar]

if any handsome men would like to call me a good kitty i wouldn't be opposed to it

....but i guess im not all that catlike the way i am now so just ' a good boy' will do

[otomiyaa]

Re: Tumblr account termination

So, after a few months since the blog wipe, I can confirm the following pros and cons about losing and restarting a Tumblr blog.

Note: weighing in that my memory is not good / pretty bad.

Pros:

Easy to detect whether I already reblogged something before, since I need to only look for dates after Oct 24, 2023.

Fresh start, definitely feels good.

All cringy old posts from younger and less mature me are gone with zero effort.

Cons:

DMs and all chat history gone. Who was I talking with? What was the last thing we talked about? If since my account loss we no longer talk because of this, I'm sorry for that.

Block list gone and forgot who were on it, but can be a pro as well.. fresh new start.

All fics and posts that had a :readmore: cut from the older editor and were reblogged can no longer be seen fully.

Posts that were not reblogged by anyone are just gone, rip.

My comments, reblogs and asks vanished from everyone's blogs and inboxes as if I never existed. If I ever gushed about your fic or fanart in reblogs and my comments are gone - I'm slowly redoing it all, but it takes a while hah.

I'm still immature and cringe.. but at least I start again from scratch.

Conclusion: Not ideal, could be worse. Have a great day y'all!

[attroxx]

this may be a ' hot take ' but human x supernatural being/creature is the best ship dynamic.

[st4rboyloser]

i purchased things online today

[greekgoddessofmoon]

‘T-‘

The bear. I’m picking the bear. Thank you for your time.

[talkfastcal]

i love being a collector btw<3<3

[sparklyslug]

My general feeling on The Stolen Heir/The Prisoner’s Throne is that I liked, I had a great time, I LOVE Oak and Wren to a degree that is perhaps embarrassing and maybe too personally revealing, BUT. My only overall thing was that throughout both books, everything felt a little crammed and rushed. I think the story could’ve had me by the THROAT if there was more time for it to build up, to breathe, to really let things develop.

But also Cruel Prince is one of my fave series of all time so it’s a tough act to follow and given that high expectation really my issues are more quibbles

[prettybbychim]

idk man nothing really excites me about natlan 😔 aside from capitano ofc 😌

[lichthey-a]

spencer unironically wears the "don't bully me i'll cum" tshirt and honestly good for them. at least they can accept it.

[blockheadwips]

What’s the plot? Idk it’s this