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indefinite hiatus.

Hey, everyone! How’s it been?

It’s been a while, so I’m not sure if anybody is still around. If you’re a friend, or a mutual, who is still hanging about — I hope you’re staying safe! So, I think some of you may have seen this coming, but I would just like to officialise it once and for all.

I don’t think I’m coming back to this account.

Since I started, I’ve always sort of made it like, a goal, to kind of stop tumblr roleplaying around the time I was twenty-two. But it was just a flimsy goal, you know? Nothing too concrete. I thought to myself, “If I still enjoy it, what’s going to stop me?” I really thought I was going to enjoy it well to my 30s. But then... life happens. And, I suppose, somehow tumblr roleplaying sort of become constricting.

I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, some of the changes that’s happened; but expectations became stricter and higher. Rather than simply having fun, I was just... senselessly worrying, I think, because I was always so afraid of committing anything crime, or being condemned from even association alone. It became repetitive, tiring. And god, it didn’t help that tumblr updates is so bad every time.

But of course! That’s only from my point of view, though. I think, in the end, it was also my own interest that’s dwindling. The saddest thing was, I didn’t like the idea of leaving because I feel like I would miss out on a lot of friends I’ve already made here. There’s Nat, Mandy, A, Anna, Beau, Julie, Manu, Kermes (bitch whats ur fucking name ksdjhcjsdhg) and a lot more, SO MUCH MORE, mutuals my frog brain is forgetting right at this moment—and jesus, you guys, the things we write. Amazing. I grew as a writer with a lot of you. As a person.

Ugh, I’m crying right now. I’m so emotional. I love all of you guys so much.

I’ll be turning twenty-two by the end of August, and I swear I couldn’t have predicted this decision. I had a goal for it, sure, but I never thought it became a reality in a way that it did. That I woke up one day and was like, “Nah. I don’t wanna be on tumblr rp anymore.” With that said, I am not falling completely off the face of the Earth. 

I’m still so interested in roleplaying, though on a private platform: discord.

If you guys are into it—mutuals who still want to write with me maybe?—please do reach out to me. I still love writing. I still wanna grow along with a lot of you. I still want to create more and more of alternate universes or canon divergences. Let’s do it. My discord handle right now is hamilton sit down#7392. This goes even to people I couldn’t write as much with before, if you want to, just hit me up.

In any case, I’m still... scarcely available on my Maria Hill, but not by much. And of course, feel free to unfollow this account especially if it helps a cleaner following list. (Like, honestly, I get it.)

Thank you for a wonderful few years. I couldn’t have asked for a more better experience, community, friendships. See you around.

Bella.

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kicks myself in here!!!!!!!!! HELLO EVERYONE

i just finished my semester, so i might be around. might.

if i am, i have moved all of my anime / manga muses to a new blog: @fightaers. it’s fine if you, who has no anime / manga interest, don’t follow me there; i’m still pretty okay with writing with you here exclusively regardless. i just want a place where i can focus on two different settings completely, you know?

i’ve been giving myself some time to like, indulge in my other hobbies - which was why i haven’t been around (also i was finishing my semester). i’m still not sure if i’ll be here (at least, my activity won’t be at its highest), although i do and am still writing on discord. but like, still, the activity isn’t exactly the highest there, either. i’m just slightly more available there (about 2% more??? 5%?? yeah)

with that said, if you’d like to write on discord as well, feel free to hit me up. if you don’t, it’s fine lmao we’re adults i’m gonna be fine

i’m a little sick right now (just migraine and nausea tho so dont worry abt it), so if i dont seem very responsive - thats why

;)

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before it’s too late :   i might be going on a temporary hiatus purely on the drive that i no longer “feel it” however i assure that once i got the feel back, i will be making my return

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me thinking about making either a meme call or texting / letters starter call:

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artemis,

there’s a weird sense of deja vu in hanging around the league’s headquarters.    hasn’t steadily been around since she quit the team for the   second time  ,    after  …    after wally.    and unlike kaldur and zee    she’s   never been league material  …    it’s better being a solo act  ,    being involved in missions not officially sanctioned by anyone other than   herself   or dick.    less politics  ,    jumping through hoops  …    and there’s no risk of altering public perceptions in a negative way if they never knew they were there.    let kaldur handle the tough decisions  ,    the weight of the increasingly negative media coverage  …    that’s what   leaders   did  ,    and he’s always been a good one.    if anyone can handle it  ,    it’s him. 

she’s   proud.    and slightly   guilty.    because the last thing he needs is more on his plate and yet here she was.    bringing her mess into the league’s space on a whim.    a fool-hardy  ,    half-baked plan that probably won’t even work because it involves   him   and   —-

the textbook falls closed with a   thud  ,    moves to set it aside along with the ice pack and moves to stand.    slowly.    tentatively testing the pain response to ditching the numbing agent and forcing her body into motion again.          ‘    that good  ,    huh  ??    nightwing did a number on you.    ’          a smirk curls her lips as she stretches  ,    raises up on her toes  ,    arms outstretched above her head and gets a painful reminder that she probably should be sitting still. 

barely shows it  ,    a subtle wince playing across her features before she pushes it out of her mind.    she’s been in way worse shape  ,    bruised ribs would do little to slow her down.          ‘    couple hours.    give or take.    ’

it feels   weird.    wrong.    to be talking to him like this.    like they’re  …    strangers  ??    like their whole history has been wiped clean except  …    that’s not right either.    the history’s there   —-     the   childhood friends  ,    the   lovers   —-     but somehow the whole thing feels   negated  ,    like maybe they’ll never get back to where they were.    and she remembers having this fear   —-     before they hooked up that first time   —-    that this just might   ruin   them. 

‘    do you need something  ??    for your head  ??    I can get you some advil or  …   something  …  ’

there’s no way he isn’t paying attention when she’s stretching.

listen.    in his defence,   it’d just   -    it’s been a long time,   okay ?    one-night-stands are great.   good to have him calmed and not completely buzzing out of his mind for a few hours,    but he knows deep down that it’s   -    it’s deeper.   whatever that wasn’t enough,   whatever that was chipped away when he walked away that night    -    it’s not fixing itself like he’s expecting it would.    junior can make excuses and bullshit himself all day if he wants,   but when he’s being put in a surveillance room?   jail ?   interrogation room ?   whatever the hell this is,    with her just a few metres away,   it’s hard not to face the truth.

that he misses her.   simply and nakedly.   and he ain’t even shying away;   hungry eyes following her movements until his concentration’s broken down because   one,  he notices the ice pack.    second,   artemis winces.   something must’ve hurt then,   must’ve left an effect   -    so the girls did a number on her,   huh ?    kinda reminds him back in the day when she’d brush away any beatings or injuries she would’ve gotten after crusher ran his drills on her.

god,   he hopes this woman isn’t stubborn enough to not seek medical help first.

‘    nah.   ’    he chooses to smirk instead,   lounging around relatively calmly for someone who is probably going to be on trials and transported around and registered for prisons.    it’s real fun being a villain.   don’t let the commercials tell you otherwise.     ‘    i’ll be alright in an hour or two if big blue’s sure it’s not a permanent thing or anything.    ’

bizarre.   fucking weird,   is what it is.    talking like   -   like he’d just tugged on a girl’s pigtails and were punished to face the corners and think about what he did.    like it’s everyday that nightwing just somehow find the right pressure to hit without costing a lasting damage.   like it isn’t his life being at staked.    when it is.    it is.

(   and he remembers that night,   remembering artemis making it sound like she didn’t mean anything to him,   when    -    when it was the opposite.   she’d meant so much.    she’d meant everything.   ever since they were kids,    she always have.    more than junior could possibly give a shit when it came to his own goddamn miserable life.   why couldn’t she see ?    why couldn’t she understand—  )

it’s over now.   no point remembering things that’s in the past.   artemis went back with west.    that’s all that matters.

‘   you’ve been keepin’ in shape,  huh ?   did i already compliment you on those pants ?   cause,   whew—   ’    he whistles,   wiggling his brows,   ‘cause   -   you know   -   just because she’s with speedy-o doesn’t mean he couldn’t still have his fun,   how little that could be before mister-quick-feet would come in here and knock junior back on his ass.   if,   of course,   artemis didn’t beat him to it.    ‘    looking good there,   sweetcheeks.    ’ 

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rhaenys·,

✹ — among his talents, rhaenys sees that deflecting confidence is a weapon that he wields with a mastered hand. it is a saddened thing to note as it speaks highly of his upbringing, but she decides not to voice this fact; at least, not yet. “ kind to a fault, so i’m told. but i don’t speak lightly, least of all in regards to your character, ” she says, stepping across the room to stand on the either side. he diverts his gaze so she brings her own to look through the singular window in the room, looking out across the rage of storm’s end; oddly calm by comparison to its usual state tonight. still, there is the audible sound of thunder in the distance and waves smashing against rocks. bran the builder had allegedly had a hand in building this castle, so she understood; had built it with levels of magic as he did with the wall, to keep the storm gods at bay. the targaryens had their dragons and their madness, but the baratheons had their keep, their herds of deer, and their rage. perhaps this is why rhaenys finds comfort in this place, despite it being far from her own home in sunspear or her occasional home in king’s landing when daenerys calls; the strange magic. then again, it could very well be falsehoods and imaginations.

       rhaenys shakes her head, sighing. “ by that right, i am still the girl from dorne who hid her name, for her true name would mean the death of the rest of her family. ” rhaenys thinks about adara sand fondly and with melancholy. avenge elia and aegon, she would think; a driving force to push her forward, even when her body called for her to fall. but now that they are avenged, with a different targaryen upon the throne, rhaenys wonders what her place in  this is. she had believed she would die for her cause, but she didn’t. and, as she recalls, he had similar thoughts upon first meeting. “ are you happy ? ? ? ”

are you happy,    she asks.

is he ?     gendry isn’t sure.    he’s busy,   aye.    ever since the war has ended,   and wha’ever version of peace has been restored,    he’s been pulled in which and every way.    there were always matters t’ attend,   things t’ agree or discuss,   books and scrolls fer’ him t’ learn and go through.     suddenly,   it matters none tha’ she said wha’ever she’s sayin’.   aye,   gendry knows she means it;   knows that her words are true.   that she’s kind,   but she doesn’t speak lightly    -   but wha’ good are compliments,   really ?    wha’ good are kind words and nice things ‘cause gendry still    -    he’s still strugglin’.    still so slow and stupid t’ every lessons his maesters are arrangin’,   still so easy t’ lose his temper ‘round other lords and ladies who’ve crossed him.   is he happy ?    be’er question:    is he allowed t’?    ‘    it could be better.   ’     he says in the end,   listenin’ t’ the howls of the storm and somehow not fearing the strength behind the wind there.   he hopes no ships are sailin’,   no broken pieces that’ll need t’ be tended to along the beach once the storm passes tomorrow.    

‘   m’ a no one,   aye.    a bastard thrown cause my mum ain’t noble.   ’    it ain’t as heavy o’ a history as rhaenys has had t’ endure,   aye    -    but it wasn’t easy.    the brown leather he wears still feel tight ‘round his neck,   most o’ his clothes still too stiff.     ‘    but   -    m’needed now.   i’ve got folks t’ look after.    the lord business are long,   but at least i’ve got power in me t’ help,  ‘ven if it ain’t much.    it ain’t—    ’     it’s not happiness.    not like the songs,   he wouldn’t imagine.   still   ...   ‘    i wouldn’t be ‘nywhere else,   m’lady.    and ye’ ?   yer’ happy,   i hope ?   ’

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artemis,

she doesn’t see it happen.    already moving past wally and heading towards the pods  ,    uninhibited.    so focused on pulling kids out  ,    looking them over and discussing plans with kaldur    —-     she knows the drill by now.    most of these kids  ??    they don’t have people  ,    no one to care that they went   missing.    the shadows have always known how to pick ‘em  ,    the   wayward kids  ,    hungry and desperate  …    the ones with   no parents  ,    or   really bad   ones  …    the ones that already have nothing to go back too   and   now they’re harboring a new   unstable   power of varying degrees of severity on top of it all. 

it means calling up the meta-human youth center and asking them to scrounge up a few more beds.    a combination of being grateful they were able to save them from the ruthless clutches of the shadows but feeling almost   sick   that they were able to be in this situation to begin with.    living  ,    breathing proof that the world is chalk full of less than stellar parents and that the bad guys were more than willing to capitalize on it. 

he’s got an inhibitor collar slapped around his neck by the time she turns around  ,    and a prolonged exhale escapes her  ,    fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of her nose.     what a goddamn   shitstorm   of a situation  ,    could’ve stayed home  ,    could be curled up in her nice warm bed with a good book and a cup of tea but   no.    she’s asking kaldur for a favor and wincing every time she   breathes.    ah  ,    such is life  … 

a couple hours does little to rectify the   shittiness.    finds herself holding position in a rather uncomfortable chair in the vicinity of a holding cell of sorts and on the other side of the bars  ??    icicle jr    —-    no  ,    cameron    —-     the unconscious form that occasionally pulls her gaze from the biology textbook propped against her lap just so she can assure herself that he’s still   breathing. 

she’s in the middle of turning a page when she notices he’s   unconscious   no longer  ,    carefully readjusts the ice pack resting across her middle with her free hand and smirks ;          ‘    good  ,    you’re    alive.    ’          the mask has been discarded  ,    no longer needed but the rest of the uniform remains  ,    one leg crossed over the other as her foot bobs idly in the open air. 

‘    how’s your head  ??    ’          it’s two parts   smug   to one part   worried. 

it isn’t like junior’s particularly surprised.

the collar around his neck is familiar,   and he couldn’t even give enough attention span to feel terrified at the prospect of being electrocuted if at,   any point,   he’s deemed to not behave.    damn.   yeah,   so being left alone in an adult prison after the whole fiasco at seventeen sorta scarred him more than he’s willing to admit,  okay ?   not to mention the juvenile centres he’s had to go through during his teen years ...

what’s surprising is blinking away to take in that art is there.   junior hisses,   half from trying to hold in a curse now that he’s taking a good look at this new situation,   and the other half because he’s got a pretty searing headache throbbing around his temples.   shouldn’t this be a breach of a professional ethic,   or something ?   getting your ex   —   ex ?   can junior even call himself that ?   former fuck buddy ?   childhood friend ?   —   to be the person to interrogate you ?   whatever.

it isn’t like it’ll change anything to his situation.    next stop,   some other nameless jail with other nameless inmates and figuring out a way to survive that shithole.    god,   how did he end up captured again ?   oh.   right   ...

‘    like somebody decided to use my skull to shake the papers for a lucky draw.    ’    he had to figure it’d be the big blue;   that’s the only guy junior could think who’d be proficient enough to know pressure points.    wonder if it’ll be too much to ask for a painkiller.    ‘    how long since i’ve been out ?    ’

time.   that’d be a good step into slowly getting his feet under him.

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[aryaofoldstones]

Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we’re spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff GENDRYAWEEK 2020 | Day Two | Alternate Universe

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hermione‌,

                 her  feet  follow  his,      hermione  a  shadow  to  his  lively  form.      past  self  would  have  had  questions  agglutinating  behind  her teeth,      waiting  to  be  asked  as  amber  hues  would  take  in  her  surroundings,      thirsty  for  knowledge.      but  thoughts  escape  her,      hands  distractedly  being  rubbed  against  her  pants,      she’s  scared  every  second  of  every  day,      of  every  memory  that  inhabits  her  mind.      for  they  are  all  riddled  with  her  mistakes,      with  what  she  did  wrong,      they  call  her the brightest  and  yet,      yet  all  those  people  died.      blink  brings  her  back,      his  voice  like  thunder  as  his  gentle  face  comes  into  focus.      there’s  only  a  nod,      fresh  smile  upon  rosy  lips  that  remain  close,      what  must  he  think  of  her,      she  wonders.      fresh  water  touches  her  skin,      taking  soil  away,      perfect  pale  flesh  appearing,          ❛   thank  you,  neville.  really.   ❜          &&      her  eyes  find  his,      all  broken      &&      sincere,      and  her  lips  curves  into  closed  lips,      tired  smile.      body  turns,      hands  aimless  as  she  waits  for  instruction,      like  some  kind  of  directionless  machine.

‘   not a problem at all.   ’     he says,   working over to replace the boots he’s been wearing with a much more comfortable slippers.    afterwards,   he’s quick to pull out his wand,   exclaining a chant to have the kettle see itself on to the stove and have the water that’s been magically filled in boil to the wanted temperature.   only then does the lanky last heir of longbottom reaches to the sink,  cleaning his own pair of hands.     ‘    if you could,    hermione   -    there’d be a plate where you can put your baked goods on.    right on the top shelf over there.    i’ll dust off the tea sets and prepare us the cups,   yeah ?    ’    easy enough tasks,   and his tone isn’t anywhere demanding.   just focused,   is all.   firm,   but without it being crossed as arrogant nor particularly authoritative.    long gone the boy who’d stuttered and hammed at every unfortunate inconveniences;   with puberty and war,   neville’s hands are steady and reliable.    when he takes out the intended cups,   his movements clear,   grounded.   perhaps   ...   the same couldn’t be sad with his first friend,   but   -   it matters little.    he’s stronger now;   if hermione needs,   he’ll lend any hand in a heartbeat.

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tony,

tony rolls his eyes in response, shrugs. he gets it — it’s a big deal. he’d be more worried about it if the kid just said, ‘yeah okay’ without giving it any thought. ( tony’s learned a lot of lessons after what happened with peter. ) 

“first off, that’s rude.”

“second….” tony eyes harley for a moment, chewing over the words in his mouth. “you know iron man’s never gonna be a hundred percent gone, right?” there was always something else. and maybe there’s a lot less chance of it now, with his physical health restricting him even more, but that’s not the point. tony figures it’s almost inevitable he will suit up again, one day. 

he’d just rather not have to. 

“we don’t have to talk about this. and you don’t have to say yes. iron man or tech support or any of it.” but he wants to impress upon harley that he means this. he’s thought about it, for longer than a few minutes. “sure, there’s probbaly a few kids at MIT who are could do it. but i don’t know them, i know YOU.” 

‘   oh,  dude.   pepper’s so much better at this than you are.   ’

an open groan.    but he could definitely see it,   why it’s easier for tony to give the works of handling most of the starks’ business over to the woman.   even during whatever breakfast he’s somehow roped into   (    now that he thinks about it,   he’s pretty sure pepper timed her appearance just right into ensuring that she caught him poking around in the fridge,   half-awake   ),   she’d brought it up with   -   with elegance.    like a business meeting,   but without all of the heavy pressure.

she was suave about it.   charming,   almost.   tony,   in comparison,   is too lax.   to straightforward.   in all honesty,   harley would’ve preferred tony’s version of events.   but he does admit there’s something more reassuring than being cajoled into a topic over a well-cooked meal and enticing smiles.

this was not in the plan when he was determined to come to new york.

‘   i can—    i think i can do tech support.    ’     he answers finally,   licking his drying lips and,   you know,   essentially trying to make it look like he’s not determining some large aspect of his life.    ‘    i can shadow you in that.   help in,  i assume,  with security and stuff,   right ?   but   -   i probably need a team.   eventually.    ’

and about iron man-ing   ...    it still twists his guts.    harley’s not sure if he can talk about it without tearing up.   which is like,   ridiculous.    but it’s been a tough few years,   okay ?

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daphne,

❝     calm  ?  !    ❞        there’s  hysteria  in  her  voice  .  daphne’s  whole  body  shakes  as  she  takes  in  her  reflection  in  the  mystery  machine’s  mirror .          ❝     look  at  me  ,  velma  !   it’s  slime  .  do  you  know  how  hard  it  is  to  get  slime  out  of  perfectly  soft  hair  like  mine  ?  it  clings  to  it  .  this  ghoul  is  seriously  messing  with  the  wrong  girl   !    ❞

she winces at the sound,   and,   well.   she couldn’t say she expects anything less,   if she’s honest.   neither does the dilemma that follow.    velma tries her best not to roll her eyes,   her efforts failing the second she talks herself from doing so,    and breathes firmly through her nose.   okay,  she decides.   if she can face countless of psychotic killers and criminals on a daily basis,   surely daphne with a fashion screw-up is a challenge velma could handle.    probably.     ‘    but look !    now we can have a simple of the slime for a lab testing.   if we can pinpoint the content,   it’ll bring us one step closer to whoever’s behind this.    ’     she’s already pulling out the kit she’s procured just for events like this!

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i said this once and i said it before: gendry wouldn’t have trusted season 8!arya.  he would feel glad that she’s home,   and he’s more than happy that she’d found a way to armed herself and became good with it.  and of course,   he would try to converse with her.  but also: gendry’s whole life, at that point, was him surrounded by people he couldn’t trust;   by people who treated him like he didn’t matter.  and arya - she came back a different girl.  she’s colder.  harsher,  even.  if you noticed   -   with each information he gave,  she didn’t give the same back.  gendry wouldn’t have trusted her.  he would try to protect her in the end,  would’ve tried to affirm that she was alive when the long night is finished,  because it’s what he’s been doing the whole time when he was a teen,  but whatever behaviour arya’s been showcasing the whole time before?   yeah,  he ain’t about that life.

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lancelot,

confusion    strikes    him    ,    and    understandably    so.    he’s    not    used    to    being    told    ‘    no    ’    let    alone    be    laughed    at    ,    not    with.    quickly    ,    head    turns    ,    but    thankfully    the    crowd    has    cleared    with    the    last    bell.    always    worried    about    his    reputation    ,    never    worried    about    his    friends.    

❛    look    ,    artie    ,    arthur    ,    king    whatever    you    go    by    these    days.    ❜           frustration    ripples    across    his    face    ,    fingers    curling    into    palms.            ❛    doesn’t    far    far    away    have    a    school?    i    can    transfer    ,    easy    ,    and    still    be    right    beside    you.    ❜            desperation    leaks    all    over    as    the    truth    dances    on    the    tip    of    his    tongue.    he    needs    to    leave    ,    he’s    so    tired    of    putting    up    an    act.    it’s    exhausting.    the    fake    smiles    ,    the    forced    laughter.    even    gwen    was    beginning    to    wear    on    him    with    the    constant    gossip    and    the    endless    parade    of    minions    trailing    behind    them.    

unaware    ,    he’s    still    so    unaware    of    how    much    pain    artie    has    endured    because    of    him.    all    he    sees    in    front    of    him    is    a    way    out    ,    and    he’s    quick    to    take    it    even    if    it    meant    forcing    artie    one    way    or    another.            ❛    if    you    don’t    want    the    keychain    anymore    ,    that’s    fine    ,    but    i’ll… . .     i’ll    see    you    later    ,    i    guess.    ❜           and    off    he    goes    ,    trudging    down    the    halls    and    throwing    open    the    doors    before    being    enveloped    by    the    light.

he doesn’t tell lancelot that there probably are    —     schools,   he means,   even though he,   himself,   will be homeschooled to fit along the schedule of his kingly training.    but   -    he should probably check that later with the scholars and councils,   just in case.   aaaand great    - now the image of him not quite being able to educate his citizen is gonna haunt him.   just what he needed.   okay,  no,  artie.   you already went through an episode that scared aunt lilian this morning.    remember what you promised yourself?   that’s right    -   one thing to be anxious about at a time.

so,  for now.   for now,   he’s got tall,  handsome,  and an eloquent idiot to handle right here.  okay,  artie.   focus:    ‘    lance   ...    ’     the sigh tumbles out of him,    as if he’s reprimanding a particularly stubborn child and are getting exhausted with the effort.   yup.   not that far-off of a comparison actually,  until   -    said teen-child gives up ?   just like that ?   that’s fine,   lance says.   i’ll see you later.   suspicion bubbles up his chest,   the young king-to-be wrinkled his brows together.    ‘    wai—   what do you mean   see you later ?!    ’      but at that point,    all he’s shouting is at lance’s retreating back.   god,   he hopes this jock isn’t gonna pull off some stunt or   -   or a prank.    ugh.   artie can’t handle any pranks.   they never worked well for him in worcestershire.   only because,   most of the time?   they hurt.

so,   artie gathers his bag and sits at one of the stools near the gate,   waiting for his knights to return.   after a while,   they do.   boxes being carried one in one of the wheeled trolley the royal carpenter has made specially for them.    the knights himself has offered for artie to put his own bag down,   but he refuses.   besides,   he adds   -   abruptly remembering lance’s words,   it’s not that heavy.     ready to go,  sire,   one of them asks.   and god,   he’s still so unused of the title,   but he nods,  exiting the school ground.

[simplesetgo]

Dianna Agron in Hollow in the Land

[kharypayton]

Jerry having his Queen’s back ♥‿♥

[musemulti-deactivated20200814]

Tryna keep my mind at bay,  S U N F L O W E R  still grows at night Waitin'   for   a   minute   'til   the   sun's   seen   through   my   eyes  

                                                           indie priv. sel. multimuse by lyn !    promo   by   @melarkes        <3