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@sunwove-a
this blog is STRICTLY FRIENDS ONLY. i am politely asking you not to follow first unless we are close friends. quite honestly i dont plan on being too active here and so i want to keep it strictly as a place for plotted things with my friends. muse list under the cut.
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
my muse list is on my pinned tell me if there’s anyone i should add x
i have decided to change this blog to STRICTLY FRIENDS ONLY. i have softblocked everyone who i dont personally know and i am politely asking you not to follow first unless we are close friends. honestly i dont plan on being too active here and so i want to keep it strictly as a place for plotted things with my friends.
moltolavoro, chrissy cunningham & eddie munson.
❛ hey, hey, ❜ his voice is gentle, quiet, and he doesn’t think before he reaches out to press a hand to her cheek, cradling her face gently there. he understands her fear. of course he does, he saw what it did. and eddie’s no goddamn hero, he never has been. but something about chrissy cunningham makes him feel brave. makes him want to face down whatever the hell it was that tried to take her and tell it to get fucked.
he doesn’t say all that out loud. ❛ i won’t let it, ❜ and sure, he doesn’t know what they’re up against here, and he doesn’t know how he could even stop it in the first place, but…he means it. in whatever way he knows how to, he means it. ❛ ‘kay? i got you. i won’t let you go. ❜ an eddie munson promise. not that it’s good for anything, but god. it’s all he has.
she doesn’t realise she’s started to cry until she feels a hot tear roll down her cheek. chrissy can’t help the way she leans into his touch. desperately soaking in the warmth and comfort eddie brings. there’s just something about him. it’s like his soul reaches out to her own. something she’s never felt before. not even with jason. who had always cared for her, but who could never understand her. poor jason who she’s been so distant to. avoiding his calls. barely present when they walk through the school halls hand in hand. her mind, and maybe even her heart, is always in this trailer.
❝ please. ❞ that’s when she breaks down. the tears fall faster, thicker, as the sobs cause her body to shake. leaving chrissy unable to properly catch her breath. maybe, if she was with anyone else, she would feel pathetic. weak. but here she feels safe. like it’s okay to break down. to allow her sobs to break the silence of the room for as long as it takes her to get her breathing back under control. until her body stops shaking. ❝ i don’t want to go. ❞ her words are a whispered confession. chrissy doesn’t want to leave him. a hand lifts to wipe under her eyes and nose. she’s sure she looks less then perfect, with hairs out of place and puff red eyes, but she finds she doesn’t care. the world doesn’t matter here. ❝ i wish we could just - run away. ❞
moltolavoro, chrissy cunningham & eddie munson.
she still looks rattled, even now. not that eddie blames her ; he thinks rattled is actually super reasonable, after everything that happened. part of him’s not even sure why she wants to come back here - this is where it happened. but she keeps coming back and he doesn’t want to question it. selfishly, it’s…good, for him. to see her so alive in front of him. so for right now, he’ sort of taking what he can get.
he shoves a forkful of pasta into his mouth just to avoid answering straight away, trying to think about what to say. he’s not sure he has anything comforting ready to go. ❛ yeah, ❜ good one, munson. nailed it. ❛ you haven’t – seen it again, have you? ❜
gaze darts down to her own bowl of pasta. he knows how to cook, that’s for sure, chrissy just wishes she could stomach it. she’s barely eaten since the other night. only able to hold down bread and cereal. her mother’s been commenting on how good she looks - you’ve never looked so skinny! - and that makes her feel even more sick. she swallows hard, her throat suddenly bone dry. she looks up at him from underneath long eyelashes. feeling so much like a scared little girl alone in the dark, desperately searching for a nightlight to keep her safe.
❝ no - i mean, not in the same way. ❞ the way that had her clutching to any threads of reality. with your heartbeat next to mine . . . it keeps her calm to hum it. to mumble such familiar lyrics under her breath. she feels more grounded. ❝ it’s like it’s haunting my memories. ❞ and she’s scared. scared that one day it might turn out those memories are a lot more real, and that will be the end of chrissy cunningham. ❝ what if . . . what if it comes for me again? ❞
moltolavoro, chrissy cunningham & eddie munson.
@sunwove | eddie & chrissy
❛ hey i made uh…mac and cheese? but not the box stuff, it’s actually - it’s good. ❜ there’s a shy sort of modesty to that ; eddie’s pretty good at cooking, but he also knows what he likes better than he understands how to cater for other people, especially when those other people are chrissy cunningham, who inexplicably still wants to hang out with him, and eddie’s just trying not to question it. instead he puts mac and cheese in both bowls and hands her one and tries not to apologise for how shitty the chairs are.
again. ❛ how’s uh…y’know. everything? ❜
leg bounces underneath the table. unsure hands taking the bowl with a soft smile and a muttered thanks. chrissy knows she shouldn’t be here. the more she turns up at the munson trailer, the more likely it is that jason someone will find out - and probably get the wrong idea. truth is, she’s drawn to this place. to eddie. the only one who understands all the insane shit she’s been dealing with. the visions, the floating, the almost dying. just being near him makes her feel calmer, the tenor of his voice able to pull her back down. wake up chrissy!
❝ i'm - i’m not really sure. ❞ her voice is small. delicate fingers use her fork push around the carefully prepared mac and cheese. she’s sure it’s delicious, she’s just not hungry. ❝ everything is - different. ❞
anne with an e??? in stranger things???
moonswove, cho chang & harry potter.
he knows it’s not what she meant . he knows he should be kind, that he should feel sorry for her, and say something that would stop her from crying. he really did not want her to start crying. but his irritation washed out all the sympathy he should of had. she did not have to pull cedric’s body from the maze, she did not stare down into his glassy eyes after voldermort killed him. she had no idea what it was like, and yet it was her crying, not him. ❝ it’s fine ❞ the words are sharp, even to his own ears. he doesn’t want to be mean to cho, but he cannot help it . he doesn’t know why she would ever want to talk about cedric, he’d had enough of thinking about it. ❝ yeah it was fine - just perfect ❞ he’d have liked to grasp onto the topic, talk about his summer like there was anything interesting to tell. but all he’d done all summer was dream feverishly about cedric. ❝ you know, until the part where I was nearly expelled. and the ministry started telling everyone I’m a liar. beside that, it was great. ❞
lips press together. cho had, of course, read all about harry’s trial in the paper. how dumbledore had come to his rescue, but was anyone really surprised about that? maybe she should have reached out to him, but she figured he wouldn’t want to hear from her. and judging by the tone of his voice she was probably right. cho wishes she was anywhere else but there. eyes turn to the sky, where the tops of the quidditch stands reflect the sun in the distance. what she wouldn’t give to be there right now. letting the wind whip at her hair, forgetting about all her worries. instead she’s rooted to the spot, unable to form a response as an uncomfortable silence falls over them. it hangs in the air for maybe a moment too long before she finally speaks. ❝ i always believed you. ❞ how could she not? ❝ i should have told you that sooner. i -- ❞ head bobs as she swallows, but her throat is painfully dry. ❝ i’m sorry for that as well. ❞
worthfuls, iris & alice bingley.
“ that . . . manner of speaking. where do you hail from? ” alice had done plenty of research in her twenty - three years —— but she knew of no country on this earth that spoke like @sunwove did. her syntax was strange, almost incomprehensible. “ where did you say you’re from again? ”
she’s not quite sure where she’s ended up this time. iris had wished for somewhere exciting, somewhere she hadn’t explored yet, and the universe brought her here. to a place with no electricity or running water. where women were wives and mothers - barely anything else. she had been about to leave when she had been caught ( by a princess, no less ) and so stuck. at least for a little while. ❝ uh - london. ❞ technically it’s true. just probably not the london she might know. if the capital city even exists yet, iris isn’t so sure. ❝ i guess we, uh, have our own way of speaking down there, you know? ❞ an awkward laugh escapes her. god, she needs to get out of this time as soon as possible. she sticks out like a sore thumb. ❝ and, uh, where are we . . . exactly? ❞
rebelwove, gina porter & ricky bowen.
AT FIRST RICKY WASN’T SURE HOW TO FEEL ABOUT GINA BEING BACK. he missed her. the phrase sounding almost too simple in his mind. he did more than miss. he longed for her. wished again and again that things had been different and she hadn’t left. that there was something he could hold onto to fight for. he mourned for all the could have beens with gina. but then he’d gotten over it. over her. he’d moved on to a new city with new people and new friends. well, mostly new. he wouldn’t be ricky without big red by his side.
it had almost felt like a slap in the face when gina had returned. but it also felt like seeing her again and hearing her voice was a life saving shock to his heart that restarted to beating. he’d already been living in the city and made a life when she arrived. and yet when she came back into his world he felt like all the colors had changed. everything became more vibrant again. the thought of sharing with her the city he grew to love excited him more than he’d like to admit. even if things were awkward at first. and maybe they still were awkward as he couldn’t find the line between good friends and more. ricky didn’t know if he was clinging too tight to old feelings when she nudged his shoulder during rehearsals or ruffled her hands through his curls.
and he’s not sure what overcome him. why when they were in the middle of trying to perfect their lines as other people all he could see was gina. gorgeous and wonderful gina. she tries to correct his error. dead men don’t talk. or at least not when they haven’t been resurrected yet. she’d been so focus on her singing that she hadn’t noticed when he’d open his eyes to watch her. falling for her all over again. ❝ if you don’t want to get hurt again than what’s the plan? never be with anyone again? even when you know you have something special with them? ❞
the urge swells within her to recoil. to run. she loves ricky bowen. has done the entire time, even after she left east high and he was with nini. she tried to move on. when on dates, even had a boyfriend. but he still plagued her. gina would think she was happy, and then his picture would pop up on instagram or ashlyn would mention him in passing. it would send her heart straight back to that place it had been before, when she had watched him and nini fix all that had been broken. while she stood to the side with ej casswell of all people, unable to look away from the love that was clearly on display between them. her heart hadn’t mattered then. she was leaving. now it’s all different.
shock eyes blink. once, twice, three times. there’s a sincerity to his words that makes her heart melt. it’s almost enough for her to give up right then and there. throw her arms around him and declare that she’s always been his, even when he wasn’t hers. but her pride is too strong. her ego too bruised. carefully gina sets down her script. teeth pulling at her bottom lip.
❝ what about nini? ❞ she almost hates herself for asking, but she has to know. if they were to give this a real go, if they stood a chance, she couldn’t have nini hanging over her. not again. a shaky breath leaves her lips as gina tries her best to keep her emotions in check. she’s already cried far too much over ricky. ❝ i can’t - i won’t be second to her, ricky. you - you broke my heart. ❞
moonswove, makkari & druig.
that was not true anymore - maybe it had been, in some long distance past. but he knew now he did not need them, not when he had all this power of his own. not when their mission was close to being over. these humans needed him more than the others did, and beside, he was too stubborn to ever go back. the only one of them he wanted to even talk to was makkari. what they had between them, those 7000 years of history, was the only thing he'd let pierce his pride .
❝ I wish there was another way ❞ it's true, but it's also his apology . he cannot tell her what she really wants him to say. he does not miss the tears forming in her eyes, hates knowing he's the cause of them. but he forces himself to remain stoic, hiding his expression with the care of someone given thousands of years of practice. he didn't want her to know how truly difficult this was, didn't want to see him waver . he'd promised himself he would not back down on his decision, no matter what happened . but he truly did wish, even as he averts his gaze slightly from her face, that there was another way. that there was a way in which their paths ran parallel, rather than diverting. maybe that was just not their purpose.
he lets his gaze wander back to her as she asks the question, hesitates only slightly, before nodding his assent. he'd never be able to turn her away, should she come visit. but something tells him that she won’t. the cadence of the goodbye feels to real, and he does not have it in him to really say how much he'd miss her. he couldn't do that, when he was choosing first to walk away. ❝ I'd never be so arrogant to think I could keep you out ❞ sometimes people underestimated quiet makkari, but not him. he knew she was just as strong, if not more, than the rest of them. ❝ no matter where on earth I am, I'd always want a visit from you ❞ but he says it with a heaviness in his heart, knowing they were empty words. he did not think he'd visit, and he did not know if he'd want her to, knowing they would just have to say goodbye again.
there’s a finality to the moment that makkari hates. the same she had felt with the others, watching them leave knowing she might not see them again for some years. maybe ever. and she has plans of her own. places she wants to go, things she wants to see. this world has so much rich history, and most of it they weren’t allowed to be part of. only watched from the sidelines. now is her chance to see it all first hand. but doing that means leaving him, and that hurts more than anything else. because she knows, deep down, all this talk about visiting is just that - empty promises.
her body seems to deflate in quiet acceptance. she’s not going to fight his decision anymore. not make this moment any harder then it needs to be for either of them. she wills her feet to move aside, let him pass so the torment might be over, but they stay firmly planted on the ground. head is fighting with heart, it seems. her heart that wants to go to him. even if it would hurt more. she tries her best to resist, but the call of his heart to hers is too strong. she moves forward, step by step, until she’s standing right in front of him. eyes locking gaze. filled with sadness, longing, and love.
hands rest on his shoulders. lips slightly parted. all sense of time lost completely as her soul reaches out to his through her gaze. if this is to be the last she might see of him, then she’s going to take all she can get. a sigh passes from her lips, eyes fluttering to a close as she leans her forehead forward to rest against his. she can feel the sharp sting of tears behind her lids but wills them away. she’s not going to cry. she’s going to let herself have this moment for just the two of them, and then she will move on.
moltolavoro, ahsoka tano & anakin skywalker.
❛ no - ❜ anakin’s voice breaks - something he hadn’t even though capable in the force - and he seems to come closer, though there’s no physical indication that he’s moved at all. he wishes he could soothe away her sorrow, wishes he could reach out to her. he does his best, a whisper in the force that gently tweaks the end of her lekku, the one with a tiny scar on it from a run in they had with a battle droid right at the start of the war, when they were both closer to children than anything else and anakin felt like he’d fail her at every turn.
seems he did, in the end.
still. ❛ i should’ve fought harder for you, ahsoka, ❜ her loss had been another weight to the pile, but it hadn’t been the tipping point. no, that had come in the shape of padmé, her face twisted with pain, screaming for help. even now, anakin can see it as plain as anything. ❛ it was my fault. all of it. i let palpatine twist everything into violence. i believed him, even when i should have known better, ❜ he drops to a crouch, but only so he can look up at her, expression soft. ❛ ahsoka i’m so proud of you. of everything you did, everything you’re still doing. you know that, don’t you? ❜
she doesn’t realise she’s crying until she feels warm tears carving pathways down her cheeks. the back of her hand lifts to wipe them away, but they’re falling too fast to catch. this was the anakin she remembered. kind, brave, and loyal. not the monster that vader became. and she had spent many restless nights torturing herself with what ifs. her thoughts filled with how things would have been different if she had simply stayed. stayed with the order. stayed with him instead of going to mandalore. could ahsoka have stopped all this from happening? her shoulders sag from the weight of it.
she lets out a sniff, trying to steady her breathing, but his words worsen her state. all she had ever wanted to hear, but so many years too late. eyes close just for a second. trying not to think back to her pain, to the things she’s seen and the friends she’s lost. ❝ i know. ❞ her voice is a whisper, almost childlike.
❝ i just don’t understand. ❞ eyes open, blue boring into the ghost of her master. looking exactly how she remembered, making her feel like a padawan again. ❝ why did you - ❞ betray us all.
1nvestigate, iris & atticus levy.
“ so . . . this is you too. ” another photo to add to his collage —— admittedly, atticus still didn’t understand how @sunwove was able to do it —— all that he knew was she was, and he had the proof. old photographs, paintings, even . . . how remarkable! “ when did you learn you could time travel, miss? ”
iris presses her lips together in a hard line. it shouldn’t be so amusing, really. because this is objectively bad. someone ( a fucking journalist, at that ) finally figured her out. so maybe it had been careless to allow the photographs to be taken. even more careless, still, to keep them. even if they had been hidden away. she never expected her secret to ever, really, be revealed. it all sours, however, at his question. she tries not to think back to the first time she travelled; being stuck in another time until she was able to get a handle on her power. nor the many, many times she revisited their family’s accident, never able to save them. ❝ not one for tact, are you? ❞ iris leans back in her seat, arms crossing and eyes narrowing. ❝ i’m not interested in being your latest freak of the week, alright? ❞ she dreads to think what would happen if the world found out. what they might make her do - or do to her.
rebelwove, astrid egerton & byron pembroke.
BYRON KNEW THERE WAS NO PRESSURE FOR HIM TO FIND A WIFE. his family was secure in their fortune. the misfortune of this parent’s generation still lingered over their name like a cloud ready to pour. but even that could be spun as not being their fault. a riviraly born between two families due to the choices of love. promises broken. this is why byron had to do his best to make his family proud. they would not fall again unlike the egertons. a family that had finally brought itself back up from scandal to only come crashing down yet again. while the young man did pity the family, he did find some sort of solstice in them taking to the countryside. it was tiring trying to avoid the other family. the usually proper and charming man having to turn his nose and ignore whenever he made eye contact with anyone with the surname. with them gone he could greet all his neighbors with equal respect and positivity.
despite the lack of pressure. and his cousins telling him to enjoy his youth as a young man, byron still found it important to come to attend the parties. his sister did not need a chaperone. she had their father. but an extra pair of eyes never hurt. and maybe one day fortune would smile upon him and he would find a match while he wasn’t even looking.
and it seemed like the fates were in agreeance with him. while byron couldn’t help but find the whole mask charade to be a bit foolish he continued to lock eyes with a young woman across the room. he couldn’t make out who she was. not with the mask covering her features. but he found it difficult to care. he could only hope that her dance card wasn’t full as his feet grew a mind of their own as he started to make his way toward her. the moment of them meeting coming sooner than expected as the happy surprise of her making her way toward him as well. a moment that is temporarily halted by the pain shooting up his foot. he attempts a composed smile. pain on the edge of his voice. ❝ it is quite alright. I find I do not mind the discomfort now that I am in your company. though I do agree the masks are frivolous. ❞
astrid can almost hear her mother’s voice in her mind. flirt! make him fall in love! she doesn’t think she’s capable of such a thing. if she’s going to fall in love, she doesn’t want it to be through charade or obligation. she wants someone who loves her for who she is, not the pretty smile she puts on or the sweet words she forcefully speaks. her might be desperate to rid the family of the reputation bestowed upon them by her brother, but astrid’s sure she can hold her off until that love is found. after all, as long as she plays the part, does just enough, her mother will never be the wiser.
the smile on her lips is dazzlingly sincere. perhaps the first natural smile since she returned to london from the country. she’s sure she does not know this man, though there is an unknowing familiarity about him. it makes her heart beat faster and cheeks flush pink. suddenly, she’s glad for the mask that covers most of her features. only her lips aren’t obscured by the decoration. even if it does rub against her cheeks uncomfortably. ❝ i do wonder how anyone is managing to dance without treading on each others toes. ❞
not that she’s taken to the dance floor herself. in fact she’s spent most of the night avoiding it. there’s just something terrifying about being out in the open for everyone to scrutinise. and it’s been such a long time since she last danced. their last ball had been before her brother left, and even then she hadn’t often been asked for her hand. ❝ that is to say, if they’re not already dizzy from all that spinning. ❞
@rebelwove, astrid egerton & byron pembroke.
this was their best chance of coming back from scandal, or so her mother had proclaimed that morning. a masked ball. it seemed silly to astrid. could a mask really hide one’s facial features so? but now she’s surrounded by people she once knew and not able to recognise any of them, she realises maybe it’s not so silly after all. or perhaps she’s simply been away from the ton too long. gaze flickers from the unfamiliar faces around her to the dancing couples in the middle, smiles on all their faces, and she can’t help but long for the countryside. no curious eyes watching. days free to spend as she pleased. with the horses, out in the fields, or just alone with a book. though lady egerton was never going to let them hide from high society for too long.
it’s almost as if her thoughts had summoned the woman in question. from across the room her mother catches her eye and, even under the mask, astrid can read her expression perfectly. and so she curses her brother for leaving in this situation, though she would never tell him so much. she doesn’t dare dampen his happiness, not knowing how incredibly guilty he already feels. though it’s hard not to be slightest bit bitter. xavier got to run away for love, while astrid is tasked with being the family saviour.
a sigh is released from her lips, bringing up her cup to finish the last sip of her drink before she’s back to scanning the dance floor. but over the rim of her glass her eye catches another. she lowers her cup, offering him a smile, her footsteps matching his as bodies find their way through the crowd to each other. something about him captures her, though astrid can’t put her finger on exactly what it is about him. soon enough he’s coming into clearer view until, suddenly, he’s before her. though it seems to take her body a moment to catch up, as her foot lands on top of his. ❝ please, forgive me. ❞ tone is panicked, she’s sure she’s blown it already. ❝ i do find my vision to be somewhat compromised underneath this mask. ❞
but seriously you're one of my best friends on this planet and i adore you with all my heart. and i don't think words can express how much i appreciate you and how you've stuck by me after many-a hard times and never made me feel like i was a nuisance in your life or bringing you down. you are my favorite person to talk to and i just get so happy when i see a text pop up from you on my screen. even if it's 7am and i'm trying to get my brain to work again because timezones are stupid!
i haven't even gotten into how amazing of a writer you are. literally all the muses you right are complete perfection and i look forward to all our threads and plots. i love reading even the threads i'm not involved in too. you ARE the canon.
AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOUR OC. i'm still in awe and very very excited to see where you go with her or any other future OCs that be bubbling in your head.
but yeah in case you didn't know i love you tons
abby stop this immediately this legitimately made me cry i love you so so much
