Grimmjow Christmas fic dropping this week 🎄 you asked, I packaged and delivered!
Title hint: on the 12th day of Christmas, my true love came in me

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Grimmjow Christmas fic dropping this week 🎄 you asked, I packaged and delivered!
Title hint: on the 12th day of Christmas, my true love came in me
Late to the party and just finished your soul mates fic! So. So. Good. Was there a meaning behind giving them the color blue?
hello! it’s been a while since anyone sent me an ask about that fic, so this is a nice surprise!
blue was chosen largely bc of the meaning behind the color. it’s usually thought to be a calming color and to represent bravery, loyalty, and trust but largely freedom, which i felt was important for them.
Dani’s whole issue in that story (and in canon imo) is that she hasn’t been given a choice. she gave Edmund his mark and so they were “destined” to be together. but she falls in love with Jamie without knowing about Jamie’s mark. even without the whole “destiny” part, loving Jamie for her is a free choice. it just also happens to be fate.
heyyy! go check out the vid on yt!!
i like that long lady with swords who moves all weird from dark soul, id like to take her on a picnic!
started playing deltarune…
it’s very interesting ☺️
@spellaholic : “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” / misc sentence starters
‘ it was not long ago that i played the role of a strategist , ‘ he says , voice cool & easy . ‘ i’m sure you can imagine how that feels . to hold the livelihoods of thousands of people in your palms . to cradle a city alone . ‘
edward steps closer to her . despite his newfound life as a private investigator , resisting the urge for a good monologue has never come easily . he smiles , & shifts his weight onto his cane . no one approaches the riddler for answers . they come for the questions .
‘ how is my decision making any different than yours , madam ? ‘ he pries , a strange look encapsulated in his gaze . ‘ how do you know what’s best for the civilians you deem need protecting ? ‘