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VIOLET

lovers of a shopaholic, ( & caitlyn kiramman. )

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

lovers of a shopaholic, ( & violet. )

JINX

nothing here yet !

MEL MEDARDA

nothing here yet !

SEVIKA

no grave can hold my body down, angst

MADDIE NOLEN

ginger cats, modern au

don't go breaking my heart, actor!au

AMBESSA MEDARDA

nothing here yet !

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going to start reposting my tweets on tumblr just to become relevant again

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ARCANE, S02E09 | Vi

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ARCANE, S02E09 | Caitlyn Kiramman

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── DON'T GO BREAKING MY HEART

(major spoilers for season 2!) maddie nolen. when the act drops, her eyes are on you.

Your heart stops when she hits the ground.

It happens too fast for you to register. There is no arrow sticking from her neck (Loris' slumped frame haunts you even now) or sharp blade dug into the knobs of her spine. She is standing there one moment, rifle cocked at Caitlyn's head, and the next moment her head is shooting up, her body careening south.

Caitlyn gasps as Maddie slumps over her frame, a haunting parallel reminiscent of that scene where she'd hung off the senior officer in her bed. Her bound hands cannot catch Maddie (would she even have caught her if they were not?) when the smaller girl slides off her shoulder, slumping on the ground like a curled up corpse ripped bloody and raw from its bloody womb. There is a pool of scarlet spreading over the concrete under her head, like roses rapidly blooming.

She is gone. Even from a distance, you know this.

Your heart pounds, a ringing in your ears as everyone turns to the grand doors as they creak open. You barely register the visage of gold, mother and daughter battling with the rook on the chessboard. You stare a thousand yards and between at maddie's slumped frame, motionless and still bleeding.

"Cut!"

And just like that, your nightmare is over.

"Christ, you gave me a fright," Caitlyn laughs breathily, offering your girlfriend a helping hand as Maddie perks up. She is a haunting thing, bleeding and bruised, but you suppose that this production has gone all out for the final season.

"Sorry! I was going too fall too hard and panicked," Maddie giggles sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "I didn't ruin the take, did I?"

"On the contrary," Ambessa hums, coming over to pat the girl's back. "That was a perfect performance. I'm surprised this is your debut role."

And Maddie flushes so prettily at the praise, like a carnation blooming under the sun. There's that pink to her cheeks underneath all the freckles that you so adore peppering kisses onto, even when she excuses herself from set to skip over to you behind the cameras.

"Do I have some competition?" you raise a brow.

She giggles, wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you dab at her fake bleeding nose.

"Nooooooo!" she whines, bouncing back and forth on her heels, as restless as ever when she wants a kiss.

When you don't give it to her, she pulls away with a pout. She blinks at you slowly, pupils dilated in that odd, kittenish way whenever she looks at you, the pout slowly slipping as something seems to register. Maddie hums, brushing your hair from your face as she frowns at what she finds.

"Are you okay?" she murmurs.

You manage a small, albeit weak smile. All you can say is: "You're a really good actor, Madds."

(Understatement of the century. the image of her dropping down to the ground, bloody and eyes empty, is sure to haunt you in your nightmares for the next few weeks.)

She frowns, tugging at your hips insistingly. "Too good? I'll tone it down for you, baby, promise."

You actually laugh at that, poking her "injured" nose. "Silly girl. and not get your Oscar? I won't forgive you if you do that."

Maddie giggles then, leaning in to finally press a kiss against your lips.

"Suppose I do have to thank my gorgeous girlfriend in my speech, don't I?"

"Damn right you do."

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

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Leona holds his hand on your inner thigh when he drives, spread the gospel

HELL YEAH

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Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

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Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

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Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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Cater brainrot has been consuming me lately🧍🏻‍♀️ need to make out with him at the club

CAY-CAY !!! i haven't been updated with twst as much but i lowkey miss him 💔 has he appeared in the latest chapters at all ? someone needs to update me...

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Idk if i told you but i made Masumi in Tomodachi Life, after added an oc of mine, they started dating in two days, the day later they got married. Yesterday, the day after the marriage my oc asked me if they should have a baby.

That's so in character lmaoo

HELP it really is 😭 he's so silly

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will you ever reupload the ex boyfriend interview with ace? i really liked reading it on your old blog and would love to read it again, you don't have to if you don't want to of course, no pressure. i just really likes that work of yours

OMG the ex-boyfriend interview series that i never finished !! i'll definitely re-upload it one day, but for now it's still in the drafts </3 i'd really like to polish and refine it before i publish it again bc it's quite an old work of mine !!

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trying to finish my old drafts before i start writing for arcane x reader !!

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── O, BRIDE OF THE UNDERWORLD

thanzagmeg. amongst the dead of the underworld, a reprise of a love story blooms.

Your mother-in-law once called you the beating heart of the Underworld.

It was a startling thing to hear from Persephone — she who had forsaken her mother's name to marry the God of the Underworld; she who the Earth weeps frozen tears for in her absence; she who has made a dark spring bloom here with just her presence.

The Underworld already has a heart of its own. It thrums with a steady, distant pulse, like the distant drum of a song for soldiers fallen in battle. It is in the shadows that move with purpose, and the chill of death of once warm bodies wandering the halls of the House of Hades and engaging in idle conversation about how they died as if they are merely discussing the weather.

The quiet hum of eternity.

You wonder if she simply sees a bit of herself in you. You were once a nymph of the grassy plains above before Death. Now you are a bride of the Underworld, who has founded a home in this realm of ink-black rivers and whispering shades, its gilded halls and blood-red roses, its ceaseless churn of souls. You walk these corridors not as a mere visitor, nor as one damned, but as something precious; as Persephone is.

Or maybe she simply thinks too much of you. Places you against the greater portrait of the Underworld and all its hellish circles. You have always seen yourself as something more minor, though no less significant. The portrait of a lover, rather than something belonging to the whole of the Underworld; Prince Zagreus’s consort, chosen and beloved.

And not only his.

The scent of laurel and iron is familiar when Megaera finds you first. She is leaning against a cold obsidian pillar where you turn a corner in the hall, caught in your daily wandering of the House of Hades. Her whip coils lazily around her hand, and you have felt the touch of those fingers too often to worry about what that hand is capable of against your beloved prince. You know Zagreus well enough to understand that even he takes some pleasure from their semi-daily spats.

Her golden eyes are alight with amusement when she catches you.

“Looking for someone?”

Her voice is smoke and steel, the kind of teasing only she can pull off — sharp enough to wound, sweet enough to make you crave more. It's a delicious rasp, one that pulls you in.

"I thought you were working," you say softly, meek even in your approach. Under Megaera's gaze, you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. It's a delicious feeling, like flames licking at your skin.

"Tisiphone is dealing with your fool of a husband, sweetling," she muses, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. Her fingers drift, pinching your chin playfully. "Had it been me out there, Zag wouldn't be coming home in time for supper."

Before you can answer, a weight settles against your back, a touch cold as the space between stars. A hand, deathly pale yet soft in its tenderness, trails over your wrist before curling around your fingers. Megaera raises a brow as she lifts her gaze to the newcomer.

Thanatos does not need words. He never does. His presence alone speaks volumes — the weight of inevitability, of endings — pressing into you like the certainty of a final breath. And yet, there is warmth in him, one you have come to know intimately—a paradox of comfort in the arms of Death himself.

“Zagreus is coming,” he murmurs, voice quiet as the rustle of the Fields of Asphodel. “He was waylaid.”

“Waylaid,” Megaera echoes, smirking. “That’s one way to put it.”

You tilt your head up as you feel Thanatos shift, his golden eyes gleaming under the torchlight. He is beautiful in his quietude, just as Megaera is beautiful in her storm.

"Were you helping him again, Than?" you inquire.

It has been a long time since aiding the Prince of the Underworld in his escapades was seen as some form of treason by Hades. Even then, Thanatos still averts his gaze, his grey skin flushing with a dark shade like the murky waters.

"Helping is a generous term, dear," he mumbles.

Megaera snorts.

Their bickering is dry, almost entirely deadpan. There is none of that theatrical flair of Zagreus arguing with his father for eternities, but it is no less entertaining for you to watch. You've learned to take delight in the sharpness of their words, the furrow of their brows. In a way, it is strangely domestic.

You cannot help the little grin that tugs at your lips as you watch them in front of you. The laugh that tumbles out of your mouth is entirely accidental, and you squeak as two pairs of golden eyes snap to you.

"What are you laughing about, little flower?" Thanatos muses, his voice soft and utterly smitten.

"Isn't it obvious? They're laughing at you," Megaera scoffs, though it lacks in her usual malice.

Suddenly, the scent of wine and pomegranate blossoms floods your senses.

It comes before you even see him. You close your eyes, basking in the scent of it as if it were the spring that you have not felt in a lifetime. Beside you, Megaera and Thanatos fall silent.

Then, there he is: breathless, grinning, battered from the inevitable chaos that follows him everywhere, the floors of hell burning under his feet. His underworld-forged armor bears fresh scrapes, his knuckles bruised from the skirmish, but his smile—his smile is for you.

For all of you.

"There is your husband," Megaera drawls.

Zagreus is panting when he reaches you, still dripping in the blood from the River Styx. You have learned to disregard the viscera, delighting only in the way his hands reach—finding yours, Megaera's, brushing against Thanatos's in an unspoken promise.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Zagreus breathes. “Got a little distracted.”

"Distracted, he says," Thanatos deadpans.

Megaera rolls her eyes, but she lets him pull her closer. Thanatos sighs but does not resist the touch.

Death, treachery, rebirth; how odd for a maiden of the Earth to surround themself with. But you have learned like the goddess before you that love tends to find creatures like you in the strangest of places, like a stubborn dandelion blooming through the cracks of a cobblestone path.

You beam, lifting yourself up on your toes to press your lips against your husband's cheek, then your two other lovers. Their hands are cold like the touch of Death and unbearably warm like the flames of Asphodel, and you stand at the very center of it—something that was once warm and breathing and now is not; beloved in your death as you were in life.

"Shall we have our supper together now?" the bride of the Underworld asks.

And like any damned creature in love, the Underworld listens.

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Do you or would you plan on writing more for the Magnus archives :O?

perhaps !!! i've been re-listening to tma while keeping up with tmagp heehee ... i have a tim stoker fic in the drafts too so maybe i'll post that soon !!!

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Got banned on tiktok because apparently if you insult little bitch boys with egos as small as their dicks who make jokes about femicide/dv YOU'RE the villain😶

NAHH I'VE HAD MY ACCOUNT LOCKED ON TWITTER FOR THE EXACT SAME REASON

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Not so good tbh, both my dogs died and overall it's been a shitty week. But on the 24th my friend from Greece is coming over so i'm excited :)

oh noooo!!! my condolences ciel :( i hope your dogs passed peacefully, at the very least. i'm sure they're playing together in the stars now !!! but on the other hand, so excited for you to see your friend !! i hope you guys have fun during their visit !!