#ask meme thread

[agooberscast]

@someheartlesslady

"...Hope you're ready to become a ball, Mallow."

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"Mmmph? What do you mean, Auntie Fwee?", asks the thief red-handed, trying to shift the topic slightly. "A ball?"

[agooberscast]

“Get me out of here!” Damon cried out, struggling profusely to escape... causing him to only sink faster. Most of his body had been enveloped in a matter of moments

Soon, only Damon’s hand remained above the surface, before that was immediately sucked under too. Lucky Mel for getting to enjoy the nice, warm weather— while he suffers through a damp, filthy, stenchy, gurgling hell. (heroic-chaos)

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"Hehehe, friend went bloop! I'll get ya out in a little while, maybe...~" Melissa giggles up a storm as her very oddly specific friend's turmoil gives her the laughs.

[xanthiccircuitry]

 🤒Your muse is sick and mine has to take care of yours.  -elluq

The aerial femme had never quite liked the feeling of being unwell and, since she was lucky enough to have some neat hardware, she hadn't ever really been sick.

As it turns out, nothing in the universe can keep you from catching ill after weeks of transwarping across the galaxy on tough missions.

Firefly was both overheated and freezing, her engine sounded just awful, the biolight glow she was named for was on the fritz, blinking in and out and changing through a range of dark colors. She felt like her entire frame was twice as heavy, was having performance issues, weakness, and a processor ache that wouldn't quit.

Despite this, she was in denial that she was sick, diligently performing her regular tasks, albeit with some difficulty.

[korioftamaran]

Ask meme answer for @leagueofextraordinarymuses

“Why would I clean when the dishes can do themselves?” (Merlin)

Kori’s gaze on the self scrubbing plate broke suddenly as she squealed with a start, hovering quickly with Starbolt in hand. She stopped, however, when she saw the man before him. A clearly elderly man about half her height, in blue robes, and sporting a magnificent beard stood before her, a large grin joining the round spectacles on his face. Kori realized her walk through the woods might have taken her a bit further than intended, for now she stood inside a quaint cottage, with scrolls, books, and pottery as far as she could see.

“I am sorry to have trespassed in your home. Please forgive my reaction, I was simply startled. My name is Koriand’r, but you may call me Starfire. May I ask your name, sir?”

[kirjaston-identiteetti-blog]

“Uh…not you.” (Kiara)

At some point it was expected of the prince to take up a bride, but of course being the sort of man who revels in conflict and disagreements with his family and birthright, he never took these duties seriously and has been shown to avoid such commitments.Unbeknownst to Caedmon, the ruler of Plegia, Validar had taken it upon himself to negotiate an arranged marriage between his son and a proper bride, one that fitted the ideal woman for his son.Someone who not only force him to take charge of his position as would-be King, but also match him in military prowess and pedigree.What followed after months of secret correspondence was both an massive outcry from the young prince and an unexpected visit from the bride-to-be and her caretakers.It was worse considering that he did not know who he was marrying, at least until she had arrived.Oh what a surprise it was.

“By the gods, no…” as soon as eye contact was established all Caedmon could do was turn on his heel and stare back at the wall.Of all the women in the realm, it had to be the one who held a deep and burning hatred for him since a young age.

[damnbutcher]

themediciprincess

"No darling I just decided to speak and waste words on you.  Of course I have to ask.”

"I'm not very fond of the monarchy.         Or have you not figured it out yet?"

        He spat the word as if it were poison and         if it lingered a moment too long on his tongue,         he'd be dead.

[almostbadass-armin-blog]

"Take responsibility."

Wasn’t this the catboy outsider he’d seen in his dreams…? Had something happened in the dream that Armin should’ve protected him from? But wouldn’t that mean the dream was reality? Or was this another dream?

Armin sighed, doing his best to focus on giving a rational answer.

"Take responsibility? If you don’t mind me asking…for what?"

[mercenary-with-wings-blog]

What Shouldn't Be | Pregnancy Meme

She leaned against him just a bit, crying softly, “I don’t want this….I’m scared, I don’t want a kid…..not now, not like this. With no father, no family. I can’t take care of a kid!" She cried, “I would be happy….but I just….I can’t be. When I thought I’d have kids someday this isn’t how it was supposed to go…"

Finding himself in the position to do so, Clint awkwardly put his arms around her in a comforting fashion. He really wasn't good at comforting people, but he'd try.

"Don't be scared. You're going to be okay." The mercenary reassured her, hesitantly rubbing a hand over her back. Isn't that what people did in this situation? "You'll get through this; you'll work it out." He continued, growing uncertain of his words. "Things happen, and you have to decides if its good or bad. And if you don't want to keep the baby, then you don't have to, Cel- Cinna."