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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

short prompt of smth around the love language of sharing food! either comfort thru good food or noticing each other's fave food or sharing a food from their culture etc etc

"Babe. Babe. Babe."

Stede sighed, looking up from picking at his mushroom stroganoff to glare at his beautiful, perfect boyfriend. "What."

Ed's smile was sympathetic as he laid down his fork, his own mushroom wellington mostly-eaten on his plate. "You know you don't have to eat it, right?"

"Well -"

"Stede, love, sweet, my perfect light of sunshine," Ed interrupted, grinning when that got him a small smile, "I just have a question for you. A tiny question."

"Mhm. Shoot."

Ed reached a hand across the table, smiling when Stede's fingers immediately laced easily with his. "Why did you tell me you like mushrooms when you very, very obviously don't?"

Stede chewed on his bottom lip, looking back down at what really did look like a perfectly-executed mushroom stroganoff. "You tried so hard," he said, quietly, after a moment.

"I could've made you something else -"

"But I need to be supportive," Stede practically wailed, and Ed's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Alright, hug time," Ed declared, standing up and unceremoniously pulling Stede to his feet for a proper hug.

Stede sighed deeply, hands coming up to lightly circle Ed's back, sighing into his shoulder. He'd been the one to encourage Ed to quit the modeling job he hated and go to culinary school, and the last thing he wanted was to fuck up Ed's confidence by not liking a dish!

"Hey, Ed?" Stede said softly. "I don't really like mushrooms."

"I could tell, yeah." Ed pressed a kiss to Stede's forehead, rocking him gently from side to side.

"It's the texture," Stede said, leaning back so he could stick his tongue out to make Ed laugh. "They're just so chewy and slimy and - ugh!"

"Alright, point taken," Ed said, with a good-natured laugh.

"I mean," Stede hastily corrected, "yours were on...the better end of that spectrum."

"I'm sure they were, babe." Ed gave Stede a cheeky pat on the ass, then pulled back to take his hand to lead him into the kitchen. "Wanna know the best thing about making stroganoff? You always end up with so many extra noodles."

Stede still felt a bit guilty, as Ed got the leftover egg noodles from the stroganoff back onto the stove, tossing them with some butter and adding melty cheese, not even having to ask to know what Stede would like best.

"See, there we go," Ed laughed when he got Stede seated at the table again and he promptly started shoveling noodles into his face. "That's how I know I've succeeded."

Oh, fuck, the guilt was back.

"Ed," Stede said, forcing down a huge swallow of noodle, "I'm really so, so sorry -"

"Nothing to apologize for," Ed said, giving Stede's arm a gentle squeeze. "You're not gonna like everything I cook -"

"Well, I should!"

"Oh, Stede," Ed sighed. "What's your favorite food in the world?"

"Shrimp," Stede said immediately. "Fried shrimp. Can't resist -"

"Can't resist your shrimpies, yeah," Ed said. "And we can't even keep them in our house."

"Well, you keep Kosher, we can't contaminate all the cookware," Stede winced. "It's not the same, you've got a reason, I'm just being picky -"

"Not the point, babe," Ed said gently. "The point is...we make allowances for each other, I guess. And you're not just being picky, you've got a reason, too. Not liking them counts as a reason. It's fine, but I wish you'd have just told me you wouldn't like the mushrooms."

And before Stede could even apologize -

"No apologies necessary," Ed said firmly, squeezing his hand. "We take care of each other."

And wasn't that a delight? There, in their kitchen, with his belly full of warm food and Ed smiling next to him...Stede had never felt more at home.

[einelitas]

*gets giddy from my own comms*

[capt-biglou]

Looking on to a new year, by @palavenmoons!

[retrogradedreaming]

I need to start thinking of ideas for the prompt list I made to get myself to sketch more in October, but instead I'm drawing self-indulgent comics about cats 😭

[evenstarfalls]

It's just a thing i think is very silly and stupid

Eli Ever = B/eliever

IT'S NOT SILLY AND STUPID I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR MIND

The way Eli' wanted so badly to believe that ExtraOrdinaries were real and he could do something that be remembered. His obsessive belief in god. The way he believed in his crusade against EOs, even though everyone hated him for it. Eli's character is all about believing. Extreme, devoted, all-consuming belief that powers his delusions. Even with Victor, he believed and trembled. Belief carried him out of hell as a child. Belief brought him back from death. Belief carried him though life, and he clung to it at EON. It's such a wonderful word for him and I thank you for it

[beeholyshit]

I'M GONNA START CRYING I'M SO ILL RN

[doodlingcrayon]

Last (but CERTAINLY not least) of the batch is Eliasar!! 💙💜 Absolutely big chillin' 😎 Eli is primarily RIGHT HERE on bluesky, but check out his Twitch channel too while you're at it!

☼

⛱️ Want a cute YCH of your own character big chillin'? Check out the form right... 👉 [HERE!] 👈 They're open all summer and the next batch is already well on their way down the lazy river! ;)

[saltlickmp3]

Some reading questions (for books you have read this year):

What was your favourite book of the year?

A book that you havent stopped thinking about?

Least favourite book?

Book you have recommended the most?

Best book that has been recommended to you?

Most read genre?

What decade have you mostly read from?

Reading goals for next year?

XD <3 /np

AHHH THANKS ELI :DD

favourite book of the year - ough i think Neverwhere - i didn't reread it or anything which i usually do with books i like but i really enjoyed it & it was very good & vibey hehe

book i haven't stopped thinking about - good omens. for Reasons. also the starless sea but i was thinking about that a lot last year as well <3

least favourite book - yknow i think i've managed to avoid reading anything i didn't actually like this year! which is pretty good

book i've recommended the most - the starless sea babeyyyyyyyy thank you to the four (possibly five) people who've read it on my account

best book recommended to me - babel (thanks <3333)

most read genre - fantasy! i love fantasy

what decade have you mostly read from - hmm i think probably 2010s or 20s, haven't read nearly as many old ones as previous years

reading goals for next (this!!!!) year - not stop reading for three months in the middle lol. & i want to read more terry pratchett books :D

[heytheredeann]

Hi! :)

I'm just having a zombie!Illya thought, so I wanted to ask: does he age?

Like, imagine the angst when Napoleon and Gaby grow older as Illya stays the same. And they are all painfully aware that they are going to retire once while Illya could practically keep doing the job forever (I don't think there are any laws about zombie retirement) and he's going to lose the two people who really care about him and who taught him that he should care about himself too.

Hope you'll have an amazong week!

Oh.....oh no

I mean he definitely doesn't age and I had thought about that, BUT I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HE COULD POTENTIALLY JUST DO THIS FOREVER, OH NO

Like the ANGST as Gaby and Napoleon start growing older and slower, but also the fact that he knows that their futures look so different, OUCH

Illya probably always knew that he was stuck like this once they turned him, but he didn't have PARTNERS before, he didn't have anyone to leave behind anymore, and now he has to the face the fact that they are either going to get sloppy and get killed or manage to retire, and he Will Not Be With Them.

But ALSO add to that Illya slowly getting used to having people who value him and don't want to use him as cannon fodder, slowly letting himself deal with the fact that this is actually kind of shitty and unfair, but also knowing that the only outcome here is that he is going to lose them and he is going to be alone again, right back where he started, with no one to have his back.

STARTING MY WEEK WITH A NICE BUCKET OF ANGST UH

[ej-artyarts]

Dog’s First Pride

Discovered gay people were real on Saturday - What nice people :3

[queenangst]

wrt my fic poll, here is what i have to write—

town with an ocean view: 67 sentences

what's gonna be left: 135 sentences

we accept the suffering: 83 sentences

im home: 74 sentences

thanks everyone for encouraging me to write!

so. i will be working through that very slowly but since so many people voted, i thought id share some pieces from the wips under the cut:

a town with an ocean view:

Kiki had spent a lot of years falling from her broom and crashing into trees, wobbling home with scratches up and down her arms and legs. Every time Mom would see them and sigh, her mouth turned upward fondly even as she fretted. 

Mom was good at potions. Kiki had never learned, but she could always tell what Mom was making by the smell of it. Deep and woody were cures for the soul. Sharp was the salve Mom made for cuts. Flower-sweet were Mom’s potions for rest and recovery. 

we accept the suffering we think we deserve:

Peter's I'm sorry, I just wanted to be special like you.

Dad told her, you have the right to remain silent.

She left behind a body and a ghost. There's no one in her world to keep Gwen there. There's not a single person there who'd get it. 

Even Jess doesn't. Miguel wouldn't. 

Miles will. 

im home

It's a bad habit, he knows, but he has to check. He looks around his room. The walls are the right color. There's his limited edition figure—out of its plastic, from when Gwen ruined the perfect display. The floorboard by the window he learned not to land on after swinging in still creaks in the right place. It's all familiar.

But Earth-42 was familiar, too.

Miles scrambles for his watch, fumbling with the right buttons. The scanner-bots lift off from his wrist, dutifully taking in their surroundings. They've repeated this routine many times. An orange glow lights up the space as the bots sweep the room and then come back to him.

Earth-1610, the watch reads.

[aceofspades-sml]

Sprace

Elmer/buttons

Jojo/Mike

Sent me a ship and I will tell you my (brutally honest) opnion on it

Sprace : love them, eat them, would die for them. Don't talk to me about livesies Sprace tho. 92sies Sprace own my heart and soul because they were the original idiots to lovers gay icons but uksies Sprace is superior and I will die on this hill.

Elmer/Buttons : love them. not enough content about them. Idiots to lovers 100%, they both need Race to open their eyes because he is tired after 4 years of them being head over heals for each other but refusing to think the other might love them back.

Jomike : If they have a million fans I am one of them, if they have one fan it's me, if no one ships them I am dead. If you don't ship them you are wrong. Mike is the most dependant guy on this eart, Jojo has religious trauma and they have so much angst potential. Also I would sell my soul for them

[sysig]

Tastes staticy (Patreon)

[purplejan]

I'm here with a little Halldoll concept :3

Nicky and Jaida were best friends in high school, almost like they were attached by the hip. But when graduation comes, Nicky has to go back to France to her family.

15 years later, they meet again at an international conference in Amsterdam. Without missing a beat, it's like they haven't been apart for even a day.

waaa halldoll concept, bestest gift i could receive 💕

no but seriously i looove this concept, like i imagine their goodbye being something that hurt the two of them temendously; at that point they had a VERY intense friendship and there was definitely strong pining but neither was brave enough to act on it before it was too late and nicky was already on her way back to france :c the regret of never trying to see if something more could have been always haunted them. the months after that were rough; having to become an adult and figure out what to do with their lives was hard enough on itself, but add having to do it without their closest person to accompany through it all?? heartbreak all around.

and then!! the chance meeting at amsterdam!! i imagine it could be something like a lil rom com; they spent days together just catching up on everything, where life has taken them, past relationships (failed ones ofc, and omg lucky!! they're both single rn!!) and it's amazing how despite the fact they should be total different people and probs not have much in common, it's like you said, like they've never been apart; they still have that special power to make the other laugh like no one else, by the end of their lil time together their cheeks hurt from all the smiling <3

the sillies in question <3

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Demetri at age 6: Everyone keeps saying I'm gonna be obsessed with girls someday but I super don't care about them??? Eh, oh well, I'm sure it'll happen eventually. Oh, me and Eli should get married when we're older, but like, as friends! Then we can have a sleepover every night for the rest of our lives!

Demetri at age 9: Well crap...I think I have a crush on Eli??? No matter! If I don't indulge it, maybe it'll go away and I can be normal. I'm sure I'll start liking girls any day now!

Demetri at age 12: Hey so...what do you do when puberty hits and you start wanting to make out with boys??? Is puberty supposed to make you fall in love with boys??? I can't get fucking Eli out of my head and I'm cooked if he finds out. Better keep this on the DL for the foreseeable future. I'm sure it'll pass, anyhow, it's probably just a weird phase.

Demetri at age 15, frantically trying to hide his monster boner after watching Eli karate kick a board in half in front of a live audience: Oh...oh no...

I don’t think Valleyfest was Demetri’s gay awakening—you don’t talk with uh. That Accent in high school by accident—but I do think it was when he realized he was Down Bad™️ for Hawk

[meowordeath]

A/N: I love Identity V!! especially Eli Clark!! I attempt to make it as gender ambiguous as possible, besides one having the word boob just replace it with pec! i didn’t know a gender neutral term for boob, sorry! :3 btw I'm not sure if someone else has already done this!

Characters | Eli Clark , Ganji Gupta , Naib Subedar and the lovely lady Patricia Dorval

Content warning : fluff , reader with boobs but no specific pronoun, not too inappropriate, jack the ripper And Breaking wheel if those count?

Identity V characters reacting to their s/o clothes getting ripped! :3

Eli Clark

Before the match started Eli got to view your new costume. It looked very ninja like, the clothes were very skin tight. You two chatted while preparing for the match “Remember, just called out and I'll send brooke to your aid, okay?” He whispered to you laying his gloved hand atop yours. “I know, don't worry if I need you I’ll shout”

You smile before pecking him on the cheek. Brooke hoots happily, as Eli gives you one more loving look, before everyone's sight fades.

For first few minutes of the match you had been decoding. Feeling more relaxed as Luca shouted the hunter was on him, making him first kite. Your cipher was a little over half way done, as Luca started kiting toward you. At first you assumed he was just kiting in the area so you didn't bother to get off the cipher.

Your heartbeat started to get more prominent, but you were still very lax, thinking Luca and whoever the hunter was were just getting closer, when a shout rang out through the map. “Beware! Hunter has changed target!” You lifted your head abruptly from your cipher, accidentally messing up a calibration in the process making you shield your face from the explosion.

Soon after you messed it up you felt blades run from your back to your side. You cry out in pain bumping into the cipher as you sprint away, unfortunately the cipher snagged one of the slashes he had made in your shirt. A dark chuckle sounded behind you as you ran.

“This chase is already way more exciting than chasing that decoder,” Jack said licking the blood from his blades. You ran vaulting windows, throwing pallets for distance, you even led him back to Luca. Luca had a flustered look watching you pass him.

Eli knew you were currently kiting and trusted that you’d call out for help, so he didn't want to waste his spectate. “Help me!” Your shout rang out through the map. Eli was quick to send brooke to your aid. Looking through brooke's eyes he was shocked at the condition of your current costume. His face turned a little red.

Jack had only meant to slash your back, but since you messed up the calibration his slash went down your side, slicing open your shirt. It would've been fine with thin slashes, if your crash into the cipher hadn't caused your shirt to snag. It tore and your right boob was pretty much exposed.

You were trying to hold onto some dignity pulling the shreddings of your shirt over to cover it, but vaulting and pulling down pallets. You needed both your hands. Jack definitely had a great view of you each time you pulled down pallets. Eli was quick to find the teams other assist, William, and asking for his help to get The Ripper off you.

William was quick to assist. He stunned Jack allowing you to escape and hide, forcing him switch targets. Eli set brooke to find you, so he could help.

When he did find you, you were crouched behind a pallet, making a pathetic attempt to save your shirt. Eli crouched in front of you, not looking at your chest, instead checking over the wound. “It’s gonna be okay s/o, you can have my trench coat” His voice was slightly flustered, as he shed his coat.

He was left in his white long-sleeve button-up and black tie. You couldn't be more thankful for him wearing his recluse costume. “Thank you, Eli. God, this is pretty embarrassing!” Both your guy's faces have a faint blush, as you button up his trench coat finally covering your exposed flesh.

Eli's nervousness faded as he smiled. Lifting his hand to cup your cheek. “Don't worry, if they say anything, I'll have brooke rose peck out their eyes” he jokes, brooke hoots in agreement.

Ganji gupta

You and Tracy are both hanging out in the manors workshop. She was originally tinkering until you came in, wanting to show off your new costume to her. It had this futuristic theme, and Tracy was quick abandoned her invention to mess with the small gadgets they stuck to you as accessories.

On the front-side of your shorts, you had some sort of tablet with buttons and fun looking controls. It was attached to some belt that had other gadgets, they were all locked to the belt, which was attached to the shorts. Tracy was crouched down messing with them all.

“How mad do you think Miss Nightingale would be if I started taking this stuff apart?” Tracy said with a small grin. You look down and it seems she had already took her screwdriver to a few things. “Well, I guess we will find out” She laughed at your words.

Everything was going fine you were standing as you watch Tracy dismantle each piece of futuristic tech on the belt. Ganji knocked before entering the workshop. He sighed looking at Tracy crouched next to you. “How much longer are you gonna keep my s/o, Reznik?”

Ganji was told this was only gonna be a quick visit to show off the costume. Yet He’d been left waiting out there for at least 20 minutes. “Calm down ‘Gupta’ your s/o came here to show off their costume to me not you!” Tracy taunted, while saying his name is a mocking tone. Ganji scoffed, setting his cricket bat down at the door.

“Who do you think they showed it to first, Reznik.” Ganji sounded like he was subtly bragging, at being the first person to see you in the new costume. Tracy rolled her eyes. “Darn, the screen to this thing just doesn't want to come off!” She said trying to get the screen off, to get the wiring.

Ganji started to walk toward them reaching to pull Tracy off his s/o. “Okay Reznik, I’ve had my fair share of sharing my s/o.” Before He could reach Tracy she had fell back as her force caused your shorts to rip.

Tracy honestly didn't see anything with how fast Ganji was to cover you, He scowled down at Tracy. “I'm sorry...?” She said with a sheepish smile. “Find my s/o something to cover up with Reznik” He said firmly. She was quick to bolt out of the room. “Right! I'll be right back!”

She didn't look back in fear of seeing Ganji's harsh gaze. You could help but rest you forehead against his back laughing. “What are you laughing at? You’re currently in your underwear, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said turning toward you with a slight frown.

“I can’t help but laugh at the silliness of this situation my love. I never expected Tracy to rip my shorts, all so she could get the tablet!” You found this situation pretty funny. Ganjis frown turned into a small smile with your amusement.

“Glad you find this amusing. Though I’d rather be the only one to see my lover without pants on.” His words made your face slightly red. “Okay, perv.” His gaped slightly. “… I’ll remember that the next time your clothes rip. I won’t cover you.”

You smile squeezing his cheeks. “Yes you will, because you love me!” He sighed as you squeezed his face passive-aggressively. “… Yes I will.”

Naib Subedar

You know your lover hates Murro with an burning passion. Mostly because he hates boars, but you thought Murro’s boar was kinda cute.

Unfortunately Murro stayed very far away from you, making it so you barely saw his boar outside of matches.

It was a very nice day at the manor, survivor matches going smoothly, not that you had any matches to participate in today, Naib had about one or tw. With him on the team you didn’t doubt they would win.

In the manor there is an outdoor area, and due to you not having any matches today you want to go walk around in the sun for a bit.

On your way out you were wearing loose fitting loungewear. Not being in a match you didn’t want to put effort into putting on one of your usually costumes.

The sun felt good especially after being inside for most the day, you would take what you can get before Naib decides to ‘lowkey’ glue himself to your side. The outdoor part of the manor was pretty big enough to have a small forest, with a gate surrounding the whole area of course.

In the distance near trees you saw a tail and decided to investigate. Upon getting closer you realized its nust Murro's boar.

“Oh, I wonder why you’re out here by yourself. Is Murro around?” You said crouching down in front of the boar. It kind of just stared at you chewing on grass.

“Right, you’re an animal you can’t talk…” You felt a little awkward as the boar stared you down. “Well… I’m gonna go back that way…?” You stand dusting yourself off. As you stand the boar approaches you. You got back down wanting to pet it.

It did let you pet it for a moment, you got to even rub its stomach. It was fun, until you decided to go back inside and it grabbed ahold of the back of your shirt.

You and the boar had a short staring match. “Hmm, as much as I would love to spend more time with you Murro’s boar i’m sure my boyfriend is done with his match.” You said trying to tug the shirt from its mouth.

The boar refused turning it into a game of tug-a-war. “Let. go!” You huffed out fighting against the animal, you could hear the fabric starting to tear from you two pulling on it.

With one last tug you fell backwards, grunting in pain. It had a good chunk of fabric in its mouth as its trophy. You heard hurried footsteps. looking up you saw Murro. “I’m sorry! I didn't realize my boar had wandered away, forgive me!” He reached out to help you.

Unfortunately Naib had just arrived at the scene to see Murro’s boar with some of your shirt in its mouth, and Murro himself standing over you. In a moment a blade whizzed past, slicing Murro’s cheek causing him to fall on his butt in fear.

Looking behind you, he could see a very angry Naib hauling ass toward you all. In fear he quickly abandoned you. Hopping on his boar he left, running in the opposite direction.

Naib almost ran past you to chase Murro if you hadn’t gotten up quickly to grab the back of his shirt. “Wait, don’t chase after him!” You struggled to hold on to the man.

“I’ll gut him and that boar. How dare he sica damn animal on you.” His voice wasn't a shout but he was definitely furious. He was very strong actually draggjng you as he tried to pursue Murro.

You pull on his ponytail dragging his head back. “Hold your horses, who said anything about him siccing his boar on me?!” You let go of his hair as he stopped for a moment. “What do you mean, his boar was standing over you with some of your clothes in it mouth. How could that not be an attack on you?” He finally turned toward you head tilted slightly in confusion.

Sighing, you lightly pat Naib's cheek. “I wouldn't say it was an attack, I was originally playing with the boar. It only was trying to stop me from walking away, and Murro said he ran over after noticing it was gone.”

Naib’s eyebrows were still furrowed, eyes slightly closed, as of he was trying to see if you were lying for the sake of Murro. “Fine, I won't chase after him, for now.”

You grin pinching your lovers cheek. “Good! Now lets go inside you smell like shit” You say looping your elbow with his to lead him back to the manor. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever dear.”

Patricia Dorval

“Breaking wheel...! That son... sons? Of a bitch!” You say irritated, cursing his name to the sky quietly. He had been chasing you for most of the match before you lovely, kind, sweetheart patricia, took kite.

Inside your head you gushed about your girlfriend as you were trying to remove his spikes from not only your clothing but from your skin, as it had penetrated through the cloth into you.

Pulling them out was a huge pain, It hurt like hell. If only someone could help. You couldn't reach the ones in your back. Your mind drifted to Patricia as you pondered how her kite was going.

“You need help?” A raspy voice spoke out from behind you causing to yell and jump. Quickly turning around your faced wth the sneaky bastard who turned out to be Kreacher.

“Damn it Kreacher, you don't just sneak up on people like that!” You shout at the man hand over your heart. Other one raised as if you were going to hit him.

He back away from your shouts ready to coward out, and run away from your aggression. “Wait! Yes, I need help...” You say embarrassed about having to ask Kreacher of all people, to help you.

He was a little hesitant to come toward you, he had a sketical look toward you as you were just shouting but he did anyways. “Stay still and Ill get them removed” He said hand already painfully pulling one lodged in your back.

You try to hold in your pained shouts, refusing to show that this bothered you in front of Kreacher. They were pretty thin the spikes, but very sharp with tiny barbs that makes sense them hard to get from your skin.

Kreacher doesn't exactly have the gentlest hands while removing these from both your clothes and skin. You couldn't tell if he was trying to hurt you or help you.

“You could slow down damn it! Stop removing them fast you asshole, It hurts!” You hiss pulling away as he pulled another one carelessly out.

“Maybe if you could actually dodge breaking wheel..” You heard him mutter under his breath. “What did you just say!?” You say ticked off. “Nothing!!” He quickly says pulling one out to distract you.

He was pulling out the last one when both your hearts started to beat slightly, though it was barely anything to make you fret, polun didn't even know where you two were.

Coward freaking Pierson on the other hand grabbed ahold of the last spike dragging it down your back as he pulled away, bolting.

The specific spike he pulled was at the top so it tore all the way down, making the shirt go forward almost exposing if you hadn’t held it up with your hands. You grind your teeth slightly, turning to curse out to Kreacher.

As you turned your eyes met Patricia's, who had wacked Kreacher down with her ape skull, making his head bleed as he dizzily sat on the ground.

“Sorry I wasn't here sooner s/o, but at least I crushed this roach.” She said walking past him to you. She pecked you on the cheek getting her lipstick on your face, before looking at your back which was now exposed.

You had some blood drops rolling down from the sprike removals. She cut some more of your shirt so that she could tie a not in the back so it wouldn't fall off.

“I would take Kreachers jacket and give it to you, but I'd rather none of his filthy items touch you” She said as she gently caressed your back, careful of the small wounds.

You blushed at her caring gesture. “I should've warn a different costume one with a jacket, that's my bad.” She put her arms around your neck. “Well, I for one really like this costume, too bad it gonna be temporarily out of commission”

She makes it so hard for you not to swoon when shes this sweet. Kreacher groans reminding you two he was there.

Patricia unhooks her arms from around your neck. “Let's leave that thing and go decode the last cipher. Polun will find and kill it” She says loud enough for him to hear.

She grabs your hand pulling you away toward a cipher, while you follow her happily. Patricia was right about Kreacher as he was found & killed after Ganji led the hunter to him. At least the 3 of them escaped!

PLEASE I REALLY TRIED HARD TO MAKE THEM ALL SIMILAR LENGTH!! Hope you like this :3