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Science-themed mermay day 3: Parasite (Sea Trout + Tongue-eating Louse)
Shoutout to @moose__chan on twitter/insta for helping me double check the ASL!
Bonus:
#mermay#mermay2024#merfolk#anthro#Youve probably seen the viral images of this parasite theyve been posted everywhere (cymothoa exigua)#i like to think that if merpeople were real theyd be able to turn relationships normally parasitic in their animal counterparts into more m#mutually beneficial relationships#it made me too sad to think that a merperson would have to live their whole life as an unwanted parasite on another person#though i guess they could still live on a regular fish#lol#you may be wondering what business does an isopod have working as a professional interpreter#not to worry#THIS ISOPOD WENT TO COLLEGE
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perhaps Kevin/Andrew #2 or Andrew&Renee #7? đ§Ą
Okay I KNOW this isnât the prompt (a kiss) but Andrew âcat behaviorâ Minyard bonking his head on people he likes. Do you see my vision
Requests are open until the end of Dec '23 đ
#you agree. reblog#and also#not to worry#atm there is another kandrew Iâll get to#there will be at least one lol#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#renee walker#asks#mistletoe ask#requests#chibi#digital
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Working on the 20s Decade Dance chapters right now and god, is it getting good. I think this klaroline scene is shaping up to be one of my favourite scenes yet...
Caroline smiled, leaning into Tylerâs hold. The song playing through the gym hall had changed, slowing to a soft, melodic number. Tylerâs right hand had drifted to her waist, the other holding her own hand, the two of them gently swaying across the floor, chests brushing each other. Tyler smiled at her, leaning closer, their foreheads almost touching.
Then something changed.
Tyler tensed, his whole body going rigid as he straightened his back, eyes darting around them, looking for something he had obviously sensed was there.
A worried frown gracing her face, Caroline asked quietly, âWhat is it?â
Tyler didnât answer, head turning and finally locking onto something. Caroline turned her head and followed his gaze, stilling in his arms when she saw who was standing there, several feet away amongst the crowd, silently watching them dance.
Klaus was dressed in a sharp, tailored three-piece suit that put most of the other menâs outfits to shame. Caroline could just make out his pale blue chequered tie had a silver pin attached to it, no doubt as expensive as the rest of the ensemble, a golden silk handkerchief tucked into the front pocket of the jacket. A silver chain â attached to an authentic, 1920s pocket watch no doubt â could be just glimpsed behind the fabric of his jacket, disappearing into his vest pocket. His hair looked different from the last time sheâd seen it too, combed and gelled back, taming the unruly dirty blond curls into submission.
His expression though â the sight made Carolineâs blood run cold. Sheâd seen a lot of emotions cross his face lately. She remembered clearly the ones that had scared her, the anger and fear that flooded his face when Kol had been daggered â the unbridled fury when Sam had attacked her. But this was nothing like that. His eyes were fixed on Tyler with an unwavering intensity that left her feeling an inexplicable amount of dread, his gaze flickering to where Tylerâs hand rested on her hip every few seconds. She couldnât identify the emotion on his face this time. She couldnât read him at all.
Then he stepped forward, approaching them slowly, moving with a predator-like grace. As ageless as their kind were, it was easy to forget what he was. He was powerful and he was violent, with more strength in his pinky finger than Caroline had in her entire body. But she had never thought he looked particularly intimidating â he wasnât as tall as Damon or Elijah, his build thinner, more lithe. The youth still clinging to his face was equally deceiving and his stride was always so confident, so casual, she often forgot how old he really was. But as he walked towards them now â steps silent, body still, almost gliding across the floor â she finally saw the distinct otherness that clung to him like a shadow. The movement was a little too perfect, a little too practised. And the way his gaze stayed fixed on Tyler, steadfast in its resolution, calm and quiet in a way a vampire never was, often driven feral by bloodlustâŚ
âŚWell.
It was almost⌠wolf-like.
âWhere you been, mate?â he asked in greeting, a dangerous edge to his casual tone.
Caroline glanced back at Tyler, resting her gloved hands on his shoulder, offering her support. Tyler, to his credit, remained calm, even though her own heart hammered inside her chest.
âI just got back in town.â
Klausâ eyes darkened, settling on Tyler and remaining there like a death sentence. âThatâs funny. I donât recall giving you permission to leave in the first place.â
Caroline felt Tylerâs grip tighten on her waist but he didnât reply, standing his ground. Klaus stared at him for several more tense seconds before his expression loosened, lips curling into a friendly smile.
âYou donât mind if I cut in, do you?â he asked, taking another step forward so he was practically an armâs length away from Caroline.
She gritted her teeth in response, turning out of Tylerâs arms and facing him head on. âYes, actually, we do.â
For the first time, Klaus met her eyes. Whatever unidentifiable emotion that had flooded his eyes at the sight of Tyler dissipated the second their gazes locked, something relaxing in his stance. Then the moment was lost as his gaze shifted, turning on Tyler as he tilted his gaze down, a ghost of a smirk settling there.
The implied order was clear.
Tylerâs grip on her waist tightened again, enough that she tensed, before he finally let go, removing his hand entirely.
âNo,â he said, causing Caroline to glance over at him in confusion. He gave a reassuring nod, before turning his gaze back to Klaus, stepping back. âItâs fine.â
Caroline felt anger flare in her heart, hating the way Klaus smiled upon hearing Tylerâs words.Â
She whirled on him to glare at his smug face, every line of her braced for a fight. âWhy do you always have to prove youâre the alpha male?â
Klaus frowned at her, appearing highly offended. âI donât have to prove anything, love, I am the alpha male.â
Caroline scoffed, shaking her head at his audacity. Klaus wasnât deterred.
âCome on, one dance.â He offered her his hand, flashing a dimpled smile. âI wonât bite.â
Carolineâs eyes narrowed. Unwanted, her mind wandered to what Sam had told her about what blood sharing between vampires truly meant, and she realised Tyler would have no idea how much his statement was more flirt than threat.
She turned her head, looking back at her boyfriend. Tyler kept his gaze forward, refusing to look at her, playing the part of the obedient, sire-bonded hybrid perfectly even while his entire body stood stiffly with fury. Her heart sank and when she looked back at Klaus, he was still waiting for her hand. Reluctantly, she stepped forward, settling her fingers in his. She planned to keep her gaze averted, to refuse to look at him out of spite, but one accidental glance was all it took, their eyes meeting just for a moment, and Klaus smiled. It wasnât the smirk heâd given Tyler, or the slightly sharp smile heâd used to invite her to dance â it was a real smile. A genuine one. The same smile heâd thrown at her when sheâd called him disgustingly charming on that bench in the town square, or when theyâd stood and talked in his studio about travelling the world, laughing at his cheesy lines.
It didnât fit into her black and white view of him, didnât fit with the man that had just silently ordered her boyfriend to back off and be a good, little hybrid. Caroline immediately looked away, following him without protest as he led her backwards to dance. When he stopped, his other hand settling respectfully on her waist, the warmth of it burning through her dress, she tried to relax in his arms, afraid heâd comment on how tense she was. He didnât, thankfully. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his smile falter, his touch loosening, becoming softer, allowing her to move away if she wanted to.Â
âYou would have loved the 1920s Caroline,â he began, breaking the silence between them when they had slowly begun to sway to the music. His voice was tentative at first, as if hoping to coax her out of the fortress sheâd secluded herself within, before it grew more confident, evidently deciding to power on through. He leaned forward, breath ghosting her ear too close to be proper. âGirls were reckless, sexy, fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped.â
He spun her, chuckling at some memory he must be lost in, and Caroline kept her eyes fixed on a spot over his shoulder, refusing to look at him as she valiantly ignored how that accent did something to her.Â
âDonât suppose that ever happened to their dance partners,â she muttered dryly.
This time, his smile didnât just falter, but completely fell. Not in a dark, foreboding way, like when one his masks dropped, revealing the beast underneath. More in a I-thought-that-would-work way, because of course he did. God forbid Klaus Mikaelson not get what he wanted. Yeah, nice try buster, but youâre not as charming as you think you are.Â
He frowned, eyeing her as they swayed to the music. âHave I done something to upset you lately? You werenât nearly as cross with me the last time we talked.â
She shot him a glare. âThe last time we talked, your hybrid tried to kill me.â
His lips quirked up into that crooked smirk again and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice next to her ear as he tilted his head at her. âI think you and I have very different recollections of the last time we talked, sweetheart.â
Anxiously, Carolineâs gaze flickered over his shoulder, landing on Tyler still standing several feet away. His fists had clenched upon hearing Klausâ words, eyes fixed dangerously on his sire. She swallowed. When her gaze returned to Klaus, he was grinning at her, his back to Tyler but no doubt entirely aware of the holes being burned into his head.Â
Anger, hot and blinding, flared in her chest and her fingers tightened around his hand in warning, her nails digging into his shoulder without even meaning to.
âOh, really?â she said dryly, all her rage simmering under layers of eloquently delivered sass. âHow would you remember it then?â
Sheâd intended the question to reveal the truth of the encounter â that dangerous temper of his that came out when Kol was daggered; the fear sheâd felt as Sam turned on her, fangs and claws bared. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the spark in his eye made her realise sheâd made a grave mistake.
âI remember you looked beautiful in the moonlight, so much so that I was struck by the urge to paint you right then and there, in the middle of the town square,â he said, so earnestly. Her eyes caught his and she froze, barely even aware they were still moving, gently swaying and turning in each otherâs arms. âI remember how your pretty words were revealed to be little more than lies, a cunning act to distract me from your friends' foolish acts against my family,â he continued, a harsher bite to his words. He leaned in even closer, so their faces were barely inches apart and her heart hammered inside her chest, catching the dangerous glint in his eye as they flashed with fury. Then it was gone, as quickly as it appeared, his shoulders slumping with defeat. âAnd most of all, I remember saving your life despite every sense of logic dictating I should have left you to your fate.â
Carolineâs voice was hoarse when she finally spoke. Guilt tore uneasily at her insides. âRebekah was going to kill Elena.â
âYou should have told me that then.â
She scoffed, the sound full of derision, leaning away from him and breaking the spell that had left her paralysed. âLike you would have saved her.â
âI would have. If you had been the one to ask.âÂ
His words, so very earnest and so very honest, caught her off guard all over again and she couldnât help but stare, unable to say anything else. The worst thing was, she believed him.
God, she believed him.
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#klaroline fanfiction#fanfiction#the big bad wolf#tbbw#morningstar writes#sneak peak#wip wednesday#caroline's still a little afraid of him at the minute#not to worry#she'll learn#tbbw rewrite
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I work at a florist's where customers will sometimes bring buckets from home to put flowers in and today one of the customers accidentally got a stowaway in one of the buckets
#not to worry#it was removed safely#(the store also has a fuckton of potted plants that are put outside for sunlight and i nudged him onto one of the leaves)
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I hate being sick way more than is probably reasonable
Like what do you mean I have a cold I already had one this year!
#tasha is not okay actually#not to worry#just being dramatic#but also i just want to write but my head hurts
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You guys â¤ď¸ I'm so thankful to all of you who've been so supportive of the Camp Seventeen series so far, it has been a roller coaster ride! I will individually get back to each of you who left your thoughts soon and those of you who are yet to read, I hope you enjoy and leave your opinions as well đ
I think chapter 2 ended on a decent cliffhanger and I would like to let it marinate for a bit hehe Meanwhile, I'll be going back to the Reverse Trope series for the 3rd installment which I'm super hyped for - any guesses who đ
#i will be working on i am what i am simultaneously#not to worry#i haven't forgotten my og baby#chapter 9 is truly the chapter weve all been waiting for đŹ#and for reverse tropes#im excited#its my favorite plot#but please be patient with me#all these works will take time!#changkyun#monsta x#seventeen
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Whumptober Day 11: "All the light's going dark and my hope's destroyed" + Animal Trap
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- Legend & Hyrule
- Summary: When the sudden appearance of a portal sends Legend and Hyrule hurtling to an unknown destination, Legend attempts to save them both. But it all goes terribly wrong
CWÂ for a character nearly drowning (it's not too descriptive, but just be careful), dehumanization, and drugging
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Heâs falling.
Legend only half-registers it. His stomach is in a knot, his body weightless, yet strangely heavy. His heart is in his throat. Wind rushes past his ears. But itâs not the plummet he fears. Itâs the darkness he is headed towards.
Heâs falling, Rulie is falling, and he hasnât a clue where they'll land.
Dark magic warps around him, funneling him down, down, down. He reaches toward it with his own magic, trying to guide it, to nudge it in a safe direction.
Water. They need to land in water. Otherwise this will end very badly.
He solidifies an image in his head. A lake â big and beautiful and clear, waterfalls rushing down into it. There. Thatâs where he wants them to land.Â
A hand grapples in the darkness. Fingers wrap around his own, familiar magic pouring through them to enhance his own. A slight smile lifts Legendâs lips.
Hyrule.
The image grows more clear and distinct. The smell of fresh water and dewy grass fills his nostrils. Legend steels himself and takes a deep breath. Any moment nowâŚ
Heart pounding in his throat, he tightens his hold on Hyruleâs hand.Â
âDonât let go,â he orders through the waves of their entwined magic. And Hyruleâs grip strengthens in reply.
Another moment slides by, a moment filled with utter darkness and the nauseating push and pull of gravity. Legend holds his breath, awaiting impact.Â
It comes in a rush of magic and liquid, cold and heat, light and darkness. Legend catches a glimpse of blue sky and white clouds. Then his body breaks the surface with such force it knocks the air from his lungs.
Water floods the space it leaves and he chokes on it. Black dots dance before his eyes. Desperately, he fights to hang on â to consciousness, to the hand that now lies limp in his.
Come on. He grits his teeth, kicking his feet to try and surface. Change already!
As if in response, a sharp pain streaks through him. His two legs become a single, powerful tail; his fingernails grow into talons; iridescent scales climb up and down his body. And in the next moment he can breathe.
Legend wastes no time. Ensuring Hyruleâs hand is firmly in his own, he begins to climb toward the surface. The sun shines through it, beckoning him forth.Â
Hope blossoms within him as he grows closer. Heâs almost there.Â
The net comes out of nowhere. He sees it briefly out of the corner of his eye â a dark, looming thing. But his mind doesnât have time to process, nor his body to evade. And in the next moment, it surrounds him.Â
Coarse ropes tangle in his fins, wrap around his tail. Panic coursing through him, Legend thrashes. With his free hand he claws at the net, attempting to shred it. He has to break free, he has to get Hyrule to the surface.Â
But his efforts are fruitless. The ropes are too strong, too thick.
âI caught something!â A voice comes from up above. Any other time it would be muffled by the water that surrounds him. But now, in this form, Legend can hear it clearly, as if the man is standing right beside him. âItâs big! And itâs a fighter.â
âHurry! It could be what we have been looking for!â
The net begins to move, dragging the heroes upward. And after a moment more of struggling, Legend lets it. It goes against every instinct he has, to allow their captors to haul them up onto the boat. But fighting back takes time, time Hyrule doesnât have.
He pulls the traveler to his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around him. And in the next seconds they break through the surface and are pulled onto the floor of a small boat.Â
Legend can make out blurred faces, leering and unfamiliar; a blue sky painted behind a layer of trees; water drifting as far as he can see. But he doesnât allow himself to survey his surroundings beyond that. Almost immediately, his attention is back on the hero who lies limp in his arms.
âRulie,â he gasps, through burning lungs. This form never fares well on the surface. But it will only be a short while before he reverts to his Hylian body. He can hold on until then.
Dragging in another wheezing attempt at a breath, he presses a hand to the travelerâs face. His skin is cool and pale, eyes still closed, chest still. Dread settles unpleasantly in Legendâs gut.
Maybe landing them in the water was not such a wonderful idea, after all. Maybe he should have let whatever was going to happen, happen. Maybe he should have focused his attention on crafting a shield around them instead.
He shakes his head, shoving the thoughts away. Gritting his teeth, he closes his eyes.
He doesnât know how to weave the powerful healing spells that Hyrule does, but he is familiar with a few simpler ones. Spells that can take care of cuts and bruises, gashes that donât travel too deep, even wounds that render you unconscious. And perhaps, they will be enough to drag the water from Hyruleâs lungs.
âWell, well, what have we here?â A voice croons from above him.Â
Distantly, he registers the net lifting off and away, dragging at his tail as it does so. He does his best to ignore it.Â
âA sea creature?â
âItâs called a mermaid.â
âWell, Iâve seen one of those before.â
âIsnât this what you were looking for?â
âIndeed.â
Someone is leaning over him now. Legend can feel their hot breaths on his neck.Â
âLook at him. What a magical being.â
A hand brushes over the length of his tail and Legend inhales sharply. The breath soon turns into a hacking cough as his body reminds him how little air he is gaining at the moment.Â
Ignore it, he tells himself, even as every part of him screams to leap back into the water, where he can breathe, where the clammy hands of strangers wonât touch him. Focus on Rulie.Â
âI wish to study him. Take himâŚand throw his friend back into the water.â
The words have barely registered in Legendâs mind before rough hands wrap around his waist and pull. His fingers slip from Hyrule and the spell dies upon them.Â
âNo!â
He thrashes, striking out with his claws, kicking as his tail splits and becomes legs. Someone cries out and another voice joins them. But they are a mere cacophony of unintelligible noise to Legendâs ears. All he can see is Hyrule being dragged toward the edge, all he can hear is the deafening silence left by the absence of his brotherâs breaths.
This is all your fault.Â
A fist connects with his jaw and he reels back, tasting the sharpness of iron. But seconds later he is struggling again, desperation allowing him to push through the pain, the fear, the way the world feels like it's closing in on him all over again, like the day his uncle died, the day the entire kingdom had turned its back on him without reasonâŚ
An arm comes into reach and he bites down, hard. That earns him a slap across the face.
âStop fighting, damn it!â
He kicks outward, feet connecting with someoneâs body. They hurl him down onto the unforgiving wood of the boat, so hard that he sees stars. For a moment it is all he can do to breathe.
âLittle brat!â
âIs he even worth the trouble? Look at him! He changed back!â
âCalm yourselves. You are damaging the specimen.â
Legend drags his head upward just as a man squats down in front of him. With his graying hair and wizened face carved with smile lines, one could think him kind, even grandfatherly. But when he grips Legendâs chin and holds his gaze, there is no sympathy in those eyes. There is only cold, terrible, hunger.
Legend shoves himself up on his hands and knees, wrenching himself out of the manâs grip. He steels himself, hand already going toward the hilt of his sword. He will fight to the death if need be. They will not touch Hyrule.
But the manâs voice halts his movements.
âRemain still or your friend will go over the side.â
Legend glares at him. He can see no lie in that face. His hand falls back down to lie limply at his side.
âWhat do you want?â he grits out.
The man regards him calmly. âI have been interested in strange creatures for many years now. I have studied them quite extensively. One might even call me an expert. However, I have yet to examine a mer. So, you, my boy, are quite a fortunate find.â
He rises, still looking at Legend as though he wants to pin him to a board and stare at him for a while. Legend fights not to squirm beneath his gaze.
âYou are fascinating. Not quite a mer and yetâŚnot quite Hylian either. Oh, the discoveries that could be made from you.â
The man moves closer. Before he can stop himself, Legend backs up a step, bumping against the two men he hadnât realized were standing behind him. He canât breathe now. Itâs as though he is dragging in surface air through his gills again, fighting to remain conscious.Â
Focus. You donât have time to panic.
âI would take you by force,â the man continues, calmly, as though carrying a conversation with a neighbor, âas my men have so clumsily attempted to do. But that would damage you beyond repair. And in order for my experiments to work, you must be in optimal condition. I must control for most variables. Iâm sure you understand.â
âYeah, I understand alright. You creep.â
Legendâs eyes flit around, taking in his surroundings, looking for a viable way out. His fingers flex and clench, itching for a weapon. But Hyrule is so close to the edge now. Too close. One wrong move and he will fall back into a watery grave.Â
And the waterâŚthe water is the only chance of escape he has. But the cost would be great, too great for him to entertain.
He inhales a trembling breath and makes his decision.
âIf you want me so badly, Iâll come with you. On one condition.â He looks back at Hyrule, ignoring the way his heart clenches at the sight of him.
You idiot. Letting yourself become attached again. Donât you ever learn?
âLet me save him. Then, take him back to shore and leave him there.â
The man doesnât answer at first. He looks between the two heroes, fist at his chin. Then, he nods.
âVery well.â He turns to his men. âTake us back to shore as quickly as possible. And bind and blindfold the boy.â
Legend watches, anger boiling within him, as they tie thick ropes around Hyruleâs wrists and a cloth around his head. No sooner have they stepped back than he rushes forward, skidding on his knees before him. The spell is already at his fingertips and in his mind, woven threads of his magic. And he reaches out, pressing a hand to Rulieâs arm as it pours forth.
âWatch him,â he hears someone say from far away. âHe might try to pull something.â
âHe wonât,â the man with hungry eyes answers. âHe cares too much for his friend.â
Legend shakes his head, brushing off the oppressive truth of the statement.
âCome on, Rule,â he murmurs, âcome on. Wake up.â
A moment passes and another and another, slipping by in slow succession. All the while the boat speeds toward the shore. If he looked up, Legend doesnât doubt that he would see the bank fast approaching. But he doesnât dare. He hardly allows himself to breathe.
Tears stream down his face and blur his vision. He doesnât brush them away.
âCome on, traveler. Youâre tougher than this. Donât you dare die on me!â
Another series of seconds pass in which Hyrule doesnât move. And then, abruptly, he draws in a gasping breath. He pitches sideways coughing up mouthfuls of water. Relief streaks dizzyingly through Legend as he reaches out, gripping his shoulder to support him.
âYouâre okay, Rulie,â he says, both to himself and the hero trembling in his grasp. âYouâre okay.â
Thank the goddesses.
The coughs subside and turn to haggard breaths. Hyrule raises his head, dazedly attempting to look around.Â
âLedge?â He croaks. He tries to move his hands up to his face, but the ropes prevent the motion. âLegendâŚwhat happened? Why canât IâŚwhere are we?â
Legend is about to answer when the boat comes to a stop, bumping against a grassy shoreline. His heart climbs into his throat.Â
âItâs okay,â he manages. âYouâll be fine. Donât worry.â
Hyrule turns toward the sound of his voice and Legend is glad that he cannot see the look in his eyes.
âBut what about you?â
Strong hands grasp his arms and wrench him away from the traveler. He stumbles to his feet.
Men close in around Hyrule too, hauling him up and starting toward the shore. He struggles, though weakly, face still much too pale.
âLegend!â
Legend manages a shaky smile, more for his own sake than his brotherâs.
âIâll be fine too. Donât waste your time worrying about me. Get free and get out of here, you hear! Donât you dare try and come back for me!â
Hyrule gives another shout as he hits the damp ground, immediately trying to stumble up on bound feet. But Legend can hardly hear him now past the thundering of his heart and the distant sounds of water lapping at the boat as it drifts back into the depths.
Then, something cool and metallic pierces his neck and he knows no more.
#whumptober 2023#no.11#âall the light's going dark and my hope's destroyedâ#animal trap#near drowning#dehumanization tw#drugging tw#trin writes#lu legend#lu hyrule#angst#whump#first time writing mer-legend!#it was fun#despite the less-than-fun circumstances lol#not to worry#this will be continued#there are plenty more horrors for legend to face XD#sorry ledge
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day 122!
candle!
#beastieball#axolati#axolati beastieball#daily axolati#not to worry#the coach is supervising nearby!
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Happy "Santander for me terrible bank" Day!
#couldn't resist#everything is on fire and i'm laughing my ass off#not to worry#il-predestinato will be back tomorrow đ
#elle.txt#cuntos cuntz#but fr santander doesn't even operate in my country#for all i know maybe they're really generous with med school loans and lines of credit or something đ#sorry to the hardworking teller behind the desk at your local santander branch - this slander ain't directed at you đŹ dskjdfksfjd
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guess who just wrote a couple of thousand words of Honey Girl... we're back baby, nobody panic <3
#told you i'd be back#not to worry#life is still hectic as all hell#and everything is everywhere#but at least we're writing again
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The next human to refer to my hips as âbaby bearing hipsâ is getting barbecued and eaten
#ic#not to worry#it was a passing comment#but it made me cringe nonetheless#the only thing these hips bear is the copious amount of food I eat#the human glamour just isnât worth it sometimes
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Uh.. Hey, Dr. Lecter, so i was eating some instant noodles right. And i suddenly think about something.. what do you think about instant noodles? I'm curious
"I think," he said, lips pressed into a thin line, "that they hardly qualify as 'noodles' at all. Aside from the high sodium content, as well as MSG and other toxins included in them that raise one's risks of such conditions as heart disease and stomach cancer, I simply do not find them to be appetizing in the slightest. Compared to authentic ramen, there is absolutely no competition in my mind."
"I do, however, understand the price difference may make instant noodles much more accessible to those working within budget constraints. Along those lines, I submit that there are other methods of eating better and healthier food without spending a great deal of money, such as buying in bulk and meal-prepping for the week using different recipes that include that bulk item, such as rice. Rice is highly inexpensive as well as versatile."
#not to worry#mod eats cup noodle too#hannibal does not because he is a snob#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibalasks#hannibal
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Please write something more than hickeys in the third!!!
yes i gotchu đŤĄđŤĄ
#sorry i just rly love a slow burn guys#but there will be more action i promise#not TOO much esp bc i wanna still keep it gender neutral#but ya#not to worry#tysm for reading btw <3#anon#ask
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Hmmm tiger's curse arrived
Too bad I'm in the middle of the silver branch
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Okay, i'm liking it so far. The snow fight made me smile.
But I just want to make sure, are the stats supposed to move at all during the prologue ? Because they don't. I know sometimes stats don't matter until the first chapter, but just in case I wanted to bring it up. Also, I'm a prince, He/him pronouns but during the scene with Reina, she says "You take me from my sister to watch your daughter, and you kill me for giving her affection on her birthday."Â
They aren't meant to move until the first chapter! And don't worry, that's a coding issue I'll be sure to fix!
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