#tw: police mention

[lilac-read]

Flat Stanley is a weird book.

First off, Stanley is dead. He's literally just dead. Buddy got crushed in his sleep by a bulletin board. He is legit described as being half an inch thick. Mans is DEAD.

Secondly, THERES JUST SUBTLE POLICE COMMENTARY???? Mrs. Lambchop gets called cuckoo by the police, but when they realize that she wasn't lying about her son being at the bottom of a storm drain, she tells them to think before they speak, and they're just like, "hey! Yeah! We should start doing that" Am I reading too much into this, or is that just a genuine commentary???

Third, WHO JUST MAILS THEIR CHILD???? WHAT IS THIS? A CLICKBAIT YOUTUBE FAMILY CHANNEL VIDEO FROM 2016??? THAT'S HORRIBLY IRRESPONSIBLE!!!!

Fourth, why is no one in the story addressing how hard this has made things for Arthur? Arthur is jealous because his brother is flat, but like, he's a child! Arthur is trying his best here. Don't be a jerk to Arthur because he wants to be cool and have friends.

And another thing, Mr. Lambchop is a horrible husband. Mrs. Lambchop tells him that she's having a hard time with the boys, and that he has no idea because he's always at work, and he just DISMISSES HER FEELINGS! HE BASICALLY SAYS THAT BOYS WILL BE BOYS AND CALLS IT A NIGHT!

The whole museum plot came out of left field and didn't really make much sense tbh. Why is this child being used to catch most-likely dangerous art thieves? Like, I get that it was his idea, but DONT LET THE CHILD BE STOLEN TO CATCH THESE THIEVES!!!! THIS WHOLE BOOK IS CHILD ABUSE!!!! ALSO, THIS WOULD NEVER WORK! NO CHILD WOULD BE ABLE TO SIT STILL FOR THAT LONG WITHOUT MOVING HIS EYES AROUND OR BLINKING!!!

These are the least responseable parents ever. 'lets let our child stand on spikes all night in a museum that's been getting robbed lately' OH YEAH, GREAT IDEA, FANTASTIC PARENTING LAMBCHOPS!!!

Also, the noses in the pictures are weird, what's up with that? Like, get it I guess but they're just not a very aesthetic choice.

BUT ANYWAYS, THE FACT THAT THE THIEVES LITERALLY SAID THAY THEY WOULD KILL A PERSON IF THEY TRIED TO CATCH THEM!! WHAT THE HECK!!!!!

I feel like when my elementary school was into Flat Stanley, we kinda missed the anti-bullying point. We literally started calling one kid Flat Stanley lol. Also, Mrs. Lambchop spitting facts, don't make fun of people based on religion, race, or body shape.

Arthur is such a good brother, and I feel like he doesn't get enough credit. He's so supportive of Stanley, and I feel like nobody ever mentions Arthur Lambchop. I didn't even remember him until I read the book again. He really tries so hard to help Stanley get back to normal. But being on the internet for so long has made that scene unreadable (my brain hurts)

I feel like Stanley going back to normal isn't a great ending though. It just kind of invalidates everything that just happened in the book. The whole point is gone.

And one last thing. We need to address why the bulletin board fell on him in the first place. His parents are just the worst.

thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[thefvrious]

@lostintra sent -> [ ART ] — twelve paints thirteen's finger/toenails while both are stoned

it's a hot, late summer night and the window of their basement level apartment is open letting in whatever cool air is available. it's times like these that thirteen's grateful they both decided that being on the lower level was fine, actually, because heat travels up, right? it rises. the cool stays at the bottom.

stoned off of multiple bong rips, thirteen is blinking slowly as they watch their twin swipe delicate strokes over the bed of thirteen's nail changing the color from opaque flesh-toned to a blue so dark it might as well be black. they're stuck, they realize after a minute, and a low giggle starts to vibrate in them. the more they try to stifle it to save the polish! the aesthetic, the more it ripples up in them. "fuck, fuck, sorry... you just... never seen you this concentrated, tater, and i've watched you hotwire a car with a cop ten feet away."

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Dick when Duke brings up the whole “tricked him into getting arrested” thing during an argument:

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I made an illegal u-turn to get on some kind of exit ramp, kind of accidentally cut someone off but they just pulled around me and sped away. A little further down the road I come upon that same person pulled over by a traffic cop, see their hand sticking out their window pointing at me, then the cop gestures for me to pull over also. I thought I was gonna get a ticket but the cop just wanted to referee while we fought to the death.

[telekinetic-hedgehog]

"some cops are good people" factoid actualy just statistical error. commander samuel vimes of the anhk-morpork city watch, duke of anhk, blackboard monitor, who lives on the discworld & resists over 10,000 temptations each novel, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[incorrectbatfam]

[police training]

Trainer: Scenario: you pull a car over for speeding. You find out that it's your father. How do you handle the situation?

Dick: Well first I would be like, "Dad? You're alive? What the hell?!"

[flowergirlelliebarrett]

soulsuckrrs​:

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A frown creased his bloody brow and Ruth half sighed and half groaned, running his bloodied hand over his face subconsciously and wincing when it hurt. “That still doesn’t make it fucking something you deserve,” he said, tone a little softer than before, the anger still there but certainly dissipating from him entirely. Ruth shook his head and gave Ellie a side glance, his busted lips quirking up at one corner a little cocky. “– it’s fine, I mean, I’ve had worse.” It was a mirror of what she’d said but in a different font and that made Ruth slightly amused if only at himself. “It’s both, probably…” Ruth added with a mild shrug, eyes sweeping over her again in an inspecting manner before his shoulder brushed against hers to try and help her shake away what had just happened.

Ellie shook her head, "Don't get me wrong, I know I don't deserve any of that. Those randos, they mean nothing to me. They only know the online drama perpetuated by an immature adult. I don't care what they have to say. I stop hearing it. Completely." Ellie searched her purse for anything to help wipe off his face. Her tiny pack of kleenex was illequipped for the job but they would have to do. She almost missed his comeback entirely, but it struck the landing. "You just beat up random strangers in a park for a random stranger. I doubt this is the time for sass. Even if you did win." It was now that she realized someone had probably called the cops and they would have to deal with all that drama. "Fucking hell this going to be a long day. I hate the whole, 'what happened here,' bullshit."

"I've been told worse things, honestly." Ellie sighed. She had tuned out most of the taunting, she always had. A loud high pitched ear-ringing started whenever moments like that happened. Her ears just shut off. The taunts rolled off her back because she quite literally couldn't hear them. "I'm not the one bleeding, are you okay? Is that your blood or theirs?" Ellie could barely process the bruises but she knew the longer she looked at the man the worse his injuries were going to get. "I can take you the hospital."

[matchalovertrait]

Alfonso Alto, the man with an ego as tall as his surname suggests, is on the brink of a great downfall. This entire time, there was a more sinister plan behind Postres de Alegría's competition. Alfonso's Bakery has been a front for his illicit activities, which include money laundering.  Some of his employees at his business have always viewed Alfonso as a shady man, but they stayed because bills needed to be paid. One of those employees was a young 18-year-old named Lisa. However, upon watching Dulce's exposé video, she began to question everything about the business. Who were the strange people who would come in at odd times to see her boss? Why did her boss sometimes tell customers "cash only" when the card reader was operating just fine? Why were they always having sales? Then, something happened that she could not ignore. One night when Lisa was closing the store, she came across a hidden ledger. She noticed the bookkeeping entries of large sums of money did not correspond with the bakery's official records. She took a moment to connect all the dots and expressed her concerns to local authorities. The investigation took some time, but the police were confident that Alfonso was also partaking in drug trafficking. Once enough evidence was collected, the police obtained a search warrant and raided Alfonso's house. What they found was undeniable proof. There is no way for him to escape the consequences of his actions now. The Alto Empire is no longer. The Alegrías do not have to worry about the Altos ever again.

Transcript:

Police Officer: Alfonso Alto. You are under arrest for money laundering.

Police Officer: I’ll be taking you to the county detention center where you’ll see the judge.

[seth-whumps]

caretaker standing at the edge of the EMT scene, in front of the crowd, hands up in surrender to the police officers holding them back, but eyes caught on unconscious and bloody whumpee, illuminated in red and blue lights, swallowing.

[literal-trans-beans]

Guys during Halloween I went up to a guy with a police costume and said

'Hey your costume looks really convincing'

And then his radio went off

Quote, 'Yeah, I've been told that'

I told a police officer that he looks like a police officer

[pinkflowersparkle245]

smartschoolboy9

First I want to show some pictures of what David Alter had been posting on his accounts supposedly all of his accounts are private now but I got some these photos from YouTuber Nexpo who is also talking about smartschoolboy9.

Not to mention another Reddit user by the name of mariaiaiiaia who had also the same experience as NumerousCut792 featuring her discovering dozens of accounts pretending to be kids showing ai generated photos of kids in concerning positions it's almost like it's meant to be child cornagraphy and also a strange man dressing up as a school boy but is obviously over the age of 40 like literally he's actually a 59 year old man.

We all know that this man on top has dozens accounts of him pretending to be a kid so let's start of with the account called Truth_Sticks_11.

This was the bio of the first account which has been set to private. The frst post shared in 2021 is a clip in which is David alter, claiming to be a mother, accused account @abdullah pretending to be a boy but is actually a grown man, the video was created and posted by the "mother" and just basically trying to warn people that abdullah was exploiting children across the platform it's all bullshit David fucking Alter is trying to pretend to be a mother that looks like he's trying to bring awareness because it's often ignored by parents and he's just full on manipulating moms and kids thinking that his accounts are run by parents and just posting your "child" and trying to bring awareness and all that bullshit to gain trust from moms and kids but everyone knows that he doesn't give a flying fuck about brining awareness because you know why because he is the pedophile. Like look all this shit: HES ONLY DOING THAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT'S WRONG AND HE'S DOES THIS TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING IS DISGUSTING.

I'm going to do another part today on this same account because I reached the limit of images.

[magpod-confessions]

I’m so sick of the whole attitude people in this fandom have of “If you think these female characters are pricks, why don’t you hate the male characters just as much? Obviously it’s just misogyny.” First off, quite often I DO also hate the male characters just as much as the female characters with similar behaviors. I hate both Melanie AND Tim. I think they’re both frustrating to listen to, because I don’t like people who make their anger everyone else’s problem, regardless of how justified that anger might be. I’m an equal opportunity hater, and it’s very irritating to me when people assume otherwise.

Plus a lot of the male characters started out tolerable and then became more blatantly dickish over time, whereas characters like Basira, Daisy, and Melanie showed a lot of their most hateable traits (like being a cop or being an asshole to everyone around them) in the beginning and then got better over time. And it can be a lot easier to hold a grudge than it is to grow to hate a character you already like. Especially for me personally, because I’m very loyal to those who I like, but I’m really not the forgiving sort.

((CW for mentions of police brutality and SA) Plus, sometimes it’s just that some of the characters have shitty behaviors that feel more grounded in reality than others. As a kid, I was never told to be careful not to cross paths with a scary Eye man who will force me to tell him all my secrets. Because that’s not something that happens irl. But when I was younger, I WAS told not to fight back if an on-duty cop tried to rape me, because if they arrested me for assaulting an officer, it would be my word against theirs. So emotionally, I have a much stronger reaction to, say, Daisy doing police brutality than I do to Jon doing spooky shit, and I think I’m perfectly justified in that reaction.)

Anyways, I just want to be a hater in peace without having to try to prove that I don’t hate my entire gender. 90% of my favorite fictional characters are women. I’m allowed to have 3 fictional women who I don’t like.

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[espers-n-espurrs]

OFFSCREEN POST

Connecting Roots

Continues from Laid to Rest

TWs // CWs : Hospitals, Child Injury Mention, Discussions of Pokemon Death, Discussions of Kidnapping / Child Abduction, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Complete upheaval of life, Police

The hospital was unnerving, with its pristine white walls and floors and its blinding fluorescent lights. The scent of disinfectant perpetrated the air, causing the room to feel artificial and dead. Esper shifted uncomfortably in her bed, forcing herself to not fidget or touch the IV stuck in her arm. Beside her, Victoria sat in the recliner with furrowed brows and a distant stare, her arms crossed and her leg bouncing anxiously. The ticking of the clock pounded its way into Esper’s skull as she waited.

It had been nearly an hour since Reina had excused herself from the hospital room to go make a phone call, ordering Victoria to stay with Esper. At first, the two attempted to make small talk to stave off the silence. But the lingering tension from earlier events hung over them, suffocating any conversation until it died down to nothing more than crossed arms and far-off gazes from Victoria.

And yet despite the passage of time, Reina had yet to return. Esper didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. She couldn’t see the dust. She couldn’t see the scattered remains of the Hatterene in her room. She couldn’t tell if any had landed on her, if Barcelona’s last remnants were all over her or in the far corners of the room. She couldn’t tell and she didn’t want to know.

Her body ached, the pain medication only doing so much to dull the throbbing in her face and torso.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs and hoped she wasn’t breathing in the dust of Barcelona, and opened her eyes to refocus on the blue-haired girl in the room.

“How are your Pokemon doing?” Esper asked, desperate to focus on anything but what had just happened. “I know Maria had to leave the dorm with Esperanza.”

Victoria’s eyes flickered upwards to look at Esper, slipping back into the present. She blinked for a moment before quietly responding with, “Physically, they will be fine. They are Pokemon, they heal fast.” She cast a glance at the blazer pocket that stored her Pokeballs. “Esperanza, as far as I am aware, sustained no injuries. Maria escaped with a few scratches. And Matador…” She trailed off. “Matador doesn’t know Barcelona is dead…”

“Oh…” Esper paused, looking down at her hands as she rubbed the blanket fabric between her fingers, “You're right. He doesn’t.”

With the grim reminder of what had occurred only an hour prior, the girls once again slipped back into uncomfortable silence, with only the ticking clock and the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights to fill the void.

Minutes later, however, Victoria suddenly lifted her head and whirled around to face the entrance to the hospital room. Unfurling her arms, she squinted and furrowed her brows at the door, extreme confusion and disbelief riddled her face. “Wait—” The girl whipped her head to look at Esper, eyes darting around every detail of her face. “Wait wait—”

The girl in the hospital bed blinked, “What–” She quickly brought a hand up to touch her bruised cheek, “What– Is the bruise getting worse?”

“No– I—” Victoria looked back and forth between Esper and the door, her chest rising and falling increasingly erratically. “I don’t– Wait– no—” Her gaze became unfocused as she stared off into the distance behind Esper, shaking her head slightly. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that fell from her lips were unrefined stammers. “You– No– Nono– You can’t—”

“I– What–” Esper furrowed her brows as worry etched itself across her face. She watched her friend’s actions carefully, attempting to understand why her friend was acting so uncharacteristically emotional. Esper moved to the side of the bed, throwing her legs over the edge to sit up as she questioned the other girl. “Tori– Tori, what’s wrong?”

“Est— Esp—”

She was interrupted by a knock on the door. And before either of them could respond, Reina Velasco-Delgado had let herself into the room.

Two officers filed in behind her, along with a sharply dressed man— Victoria’s father.

The white-haired girl paused, her face paling as she eyed the police officers like a wary Pokemon, “Wha…”

Reina raised a hand to cut her off, “You are not in any trouble, love.” With her hands clasped in front of her, her smile warm, and her eyes soft, she appeared a lot less intimidating than she had been an hour ago. She had forgone the thick fur coat and wide brim hat for a much more humble white blazer. If not for her light complexion, she would appear a lot more like Victoria.

Speaking of Victoria, at the sight of her mother and father, the girl had quickly sobered up and sat straighter in her chair. She raised her chin in acknowledgement. The only hint of her prior state was the occasional glance she would throw in Esper’s direction.

Esper looked Reina up and down, doubt and confusion riddling her mind with all sorts of worse case scenarios as she asked, “Then– Then what–”

The girl was swiftly cut off by the clacking of heels as another figure entered the room, stealing away her attention and causing her to freeze in her seat as her eyes met those of an older woman. The older woman froze in turn, letting out a gasp at the sight of Esper and clasping her hand over her mouth where Esper could’ve sworn she had briefly caught a glimpse of the shining whites of fangs. But that wasn’t the only thing of note about the woman. No. Her hair that fell down to just below her shoulders was a brilliant snowy white and her eyes– her eyes were soft lavender with white pupils so bright that they almost seemed to glow.

But that couldn't be. These traits combined with the aged face of the woman resulted in what could only be described as the spitting image of Esper’s father.

If it were not for the fact that this woman was so clearly not her father she would’ve called out to them in excitement, but no. No. This was not her father, she did not know who this woman was.

Esper sat quietly, her guard raised as she stared at the woman through furrowed brows as she waited for her to make some kind of move.

And that was when the woman spoke. “Salut, do you remember me…? Do you know who I am…?” Her voice was soft and warm and she spoke with a strong Kalosian accent.

“...Am I meant to?” The younger girl responded rather bluntly.

The older woman's shoulders slumped slightly as she let her hands fall from her face but nonetheless she smiled at Esper as she answered “I had wished you did but that cannot be helped my dear…” She then leaned down to be face to face with the younger girl and this was when Esper took notice that the woman’s eyes were red and puffy as if she had just been crying. “Which means I should introduce myself, my name is Cécilia Wyrmwood. Does the last name Wyrmwood ring any bells?”

Esper shook her head with a growing sense of dread building in her gut as she glanced off to the side to see the two officers watching them intently.

Cécilia hummed in response, a seemingly sad look in her eyes before she shook her head in turn. “I… I understand. Let’s try this then.” She reached into her purse, pulling a series of photos. Thumbing through them for a moment the older woman selected one and bent down to show it to Esper. “Does this man look familiar to you?”

The white-haired girl looked down at the photo being presented to her and felt her stomach drop as she saw the ever so familiar face of her father staring up at her. It was undoubtedly him, the only difference being a bright toothy grin and a lack of wrinkles, but it was so clearly him.

Esper’s eyes snapped up to meet Cécilia’s, her face paling as she quietly asked, “Why do you have a photo of my da…?”

“Because I’m his twin sister, dear.” The older woman spoke with such confection that Esper didn’t have it in her to argue. To say that, no, no, you’re lying to me, my da has no siblings. Because how could Esper know for sure? Her father always shooed away any conversation about his family, always scolding and telling her to stop asking him such questions. But here she was, in front of one of her father’s family members, in front of one of her family members. But why? Why now? Why here? Why at all?

Esper wanted to ask every question running through her mind, every single one, but the only one that came out was, “Then… then why didn’t he tell me about you..? Why– What–”

Her mouth went dry as Cécilia answered with, “Because he took you.”

“You’re lying.” Esper spat out before thinking. She had to be lying. Her da didn’t take her. He couldn’t have.

Cécilia frowned at this, “I’m not. I promise you, I’m not. He took you and your brother and, as we’ve found out, fled to Spik–” 

She was quickly cut off by Esper snapping back, “You are! You must be! My– My da never took me! I’ve lived in Spikemuth my whole life! He never took me if I’ve always been there!”  

Victoria visibly flinched at Esper’s sudden outburst. Yet she remained silent as always. Reina stepped to her daughter’s side and rested a hand on the back of the chair, shooting Cécilia a sympathetic frown.

Cécilia sighed in return, “I know. I know this is hard, trust me when I say this.”

“And why should I?” The girl snarled back.

Esper’s aunt took a deep breath and pulled out another photo from the collection she had in her hands, staring at it for a long moment before turning it around for Esper to see. In the photo stood a young girl, no more than six, with white hair and lavender eyes smiling brightly at the camera as she held an older boy’s hand, his complexion darker than her own with curly white hair and his own eyes a darker shade of purple. The two stood in front of a large and extravagant iron gate with Esper’s father off to the side, watching the two with sharp eyes and a soft smile.

“Do you recognize these two?” Cécilia asked in a tone that indicated that she already knew the answer.

Esper felt her hands begin to shake, her eyes scouring the photo for what felt like minutes. No. No. She doesn’t– Those can’t– No– “That’s my brother and I…” She quietly responded, her voice much more meek than what it had been before during her outburst. “But… That can’t– I don’t remember that– Where–”

“That was taken for one of many Christmas photos when you were six...” Cécilia pointed at the building in the far distance of the photo, “That is the Wyrmwood estate in Kalos. Where you grew up until you were taken.”

“But I wasn’t–”

“Your father has been lying to you, my dear.” Cécilia softly responded, reaching to place a hand on the girl’s shoulder only to have her instantly be shrugged off. The older woman held back a sigh as she continued, “He’s been lying to you about so much. That man is not named Cedric Hargrove but rather Lucien Wyrmwood… Much like how your name isn’t Esper Hargove–”

Esper’s chest began to rapidly rise and fall. No. No. No no nononono– This wasn’t real– This can’t be real–

“–but rather Estelle Lucille Wyrmwood… Lucien took both you and Flynn on November thirtieth twenty-seventeen and we’ve been looking for you ever since…”

“No. No– No no no–” Esper repeated in a frenzy. Her eyes began to tear up as she felt the pit in her stomach begin to twist and churn, a shooting pain firing through her as she felt her heart begin to strain and hurt. That was all she felt. Hurt. “Wh– Why would he– He wouldn’t do that—”

“Because he cheated on his wife, your brother’s mother, and had you with another woman–” Cécilia continued despite Esper’s protests, her brows furrowing as she tried to find the words, “We… We hadn’t known that was the case and it’s an incredibly long and upsetting story that I feel as though should be shared with you at another time–”

“You’re lying–” Esper interrupted the older woman, her voice strained, “You have to be lying– Pl– Please be lying–”

She can’t trust this woman. She doesn’t know this woman. Who can she trust? Was there anyone here she could trust? Was there anyone here who wouldn’t lie to her for some unforeseen gain?

Victoria.

Esper whipped her head around to look at the girl, tuning out Cécilia's voice with relative ease as she stared at her friend with pleading eyes. Victoria would tell her. Victoria would tell her the truth.

And as if Victoria could hear her thoughts, she lifted her gaze to look Esper in the eye. With trembling hands, she slowly reached to pull off her gloves, exposing the eye-shaped tattoo on the back of her hand. Setting the glove aside, she wordlessly extended her exposed hand to Esper with a small nod.

An invitation to discover the truth for herself.

She knew Esper would believe every word she said. And yet she was giving her the option anyway.

Esper stared at the open hand for a moment, fear of what she may learn causing her to hesitate and second guess if she really wanted to know. But she did. She so desperately did. Because if this was all a lie then she would need to worry about why she was being lied to. And if it wasn’t…

The room became dead silent as Esper slowly took her friend’s hand into her own.

The memory of two young girls flashed into her mind: one with dark blue hair and small freckles on her cheeks, and the other… the girl from the picture. The two girls were playing with dolls in a beautiful garden, burying a Ken doll that had clearly been set on fire in recent history. On the other side of the makeshift grave stood a towering Pangoro and Matador, Victoria’s Armarouge, lowering their heads solemnly as if attending a funeral service. The Pangoro pretended to wipe a tear from his eye as he held his cabbie hat to his chest. The girls put the Ken doll in a casket and lowered it into the grave. Normal little girl stuff.

But that was clearly a younger Victoria. And that was clearly a younger Esper. Estelle? A younger her.

The memory melted away as the girl’s hand slipped from her friend’s, falling limply at her side as she slowly turned back to Cécilia. She could hear that Cécilia was attempting to speak to her but no matter how much she strained, no matter how much she tried, she could not hear her. She could barely even see her face. 

Something wet hit her arm, pulling her gaze downwards to see dark spotting along her hospital gown. Tear stains. When did she start crying? How long had she been crying?

Esper could feel her throat squeezing tightly shut, narrowing her airways and making it harder to fill her lungs with air but when she could she could her chest heaving and shaking. Her heart was being strangled from within, sharp pains shooting through like salt to tender wounds. Her hands were unsteady as she wrapped them around herself in a tight embrace, squirming away as she felt someone else's hands try to reach for her. She didn’t know who it was. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to be touched.

She felt cold, clammy, as if all worth had been sucked from her in an instant. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head as tears stained her cheeks and mucus filled her nose. Everything hurt. Her muscles, her heart, her mind. Everything. Hurt. 

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurtsithurts–

She felt sick. 

Esper could barely feel her own mind as she tried to look at the faces around her, finding that her vision was startlingly becoming more and more fuzzy as seconds passed to such a point she wasn’t even convinced that she could see. “I don’t–” She choked out, her voice nearly inaudible, “I don’t feel well….”

She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. She could not think as her vision faded into nothingness and Esper, the now no longer missing Wyrmwood girl, collapsed onto her hospital bed.

Scene End.

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[ Victoria, Reina, and Alamar all belong to @victoria-vd / @jaimemes ]

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

can someone explain to me the concept of shipping yennefer and tissaia because why are we shipping someone with her mother figure who abused and demeaned her and was the reason she attempted suicide