#cupcakemuses

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@cupcakesmuses asked: “ let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay? “ - Timon to Lyria

Lyria was not an angry person, not normally. The healing cleric was known for kindness and softness, but right now she felt like a tangled mess of angry and hurt. She didn't think she could talk so she only nodded a bit, a shuddering breath leaving her lungs.

[travelingthroughworlds]

Hearts and Minds

@cupcakesmuses

Belle wait in the office. It had been a few weeks since Rumple's death. She hadn't been sleeping well, hardly eating. She finally decided to see the therapist.

"Dr. Hopper. A Belle French is here to see you now." The secretary told him.

[toymvker]

For Good Luck {Bilbo}

continued from here - @cupcakesmuses

Bofur detested the cells, the lack of knowledge as to what time it was, or... how long they’d been in there. The only sliver of hope he’d been able to parse out was the occasional appearance of Bilbo. That didn’t tell him what day it was, not really, but as long as the hobbit was able to continue sneaking about the halls, then they weren’t completely lost to these dungeons. 

He brightened when he saw Bilbo, pushing past his cousin and delivering the kiss to Bilbo’s hand. 

When Bilbo made a strange little noise, Bofur smiled more. If nothing else, he had that to think about. 

Behind him, Bifur muttered what sounded like “lalâkh”, but he ignored it as he straightened back up. He let go of Bilbo’s hand, holding onto the bars of the door as he watched Bilbo. 

“Don’t know what it is you’ve got up your sleeve, Bilbo, but I trust you will,” Bofur said sincerely. Either he had a knack at hiding or.. well, Bofur guessed the elves might be too drunk to notice a small creature like Bilbo. Though he wasn’t certain on that, but he’d hold tight to any notion that meant Bilbo would be safe and not stuck in the cells with them. 

[unsungxheroes]

impressive | Gem

@cupcakesmuses

“You know… I gotta say you were pretty impressive back there. How about I buy you a drink once we hit town?”

“..Oh.”

  Kasdeja blinked. Her fingers paused, a blood stained cloth in her hand as she had been trying to wipe down the blade of her sword. The fight, victorious though it had been, had exhausted her. Streaks of sweatsoaked hair clung to her skin, the iron stench of blood rising from her drenched clothes. Disgusting, but it had saved their lives.

 “I... ah, I would appreciate that but.. no alcohol, please.”

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@cupcakesmuses​ asked: ❛ is that my shirt? ❜ from Alastaire to Helene

The pirate looked up at him as she had another piece of cloth in hand as well as a sewing needle that was threaded. 

“Yeah, mine is still fairly sliced open so I had to put on something to work on my own for a bit. Hope you don’t mind that I stole it.

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@cupcakesmuses asked: “Everyone is so extravagant, I feel underdressed.” (At the royal ball sentence starters) - Gem to Caleb, wearing something ridiculous NOT underdressed

“If anyone is underdressed it’s me it appears.” Caleb spoke motioning to his appropriate but rather plain attire. It was all nice material but nothing all that flashy either. If anything he could have blended more with the background and Gem was center stage.

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@cupcakesmuses​ asked: ❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜ from Perrin to Keaka

The rogue looked  at the human a bit before nodding. “ ‘course. You doing okay?” She asked adjusting her belts a bit so her dagger holster laid correctly.

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@cupcakesmuses continued from here

Keaka waited patiently. Something about this temple didn't feel as confining as some of the others they had visited. Perhaps that was a good sign for what ever Perrin was going through but when he was back rather quickly she wondered if her gut instinct was wrong. "Yeah I could go for some food." She spoke with a small smile.

"What sort of budget do we have for the inn? I could get some quick cash if I can fence some of the jewelry I have if we need to." Her voice was lower on the second part not wanting to have too many people know about how she often made her money.