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“I never thought I’d see you again.” —Luke / @finiarcl

❛ luke... ❜ wow, she really did miss him more than she ever expected to. the blonde doesn’t hesitate to move closer to him, giving him a soft hug. ❛ i knew we’d see each other again. i just knew it. ❜ she’s walked the earth in search for the trio for far too long. emotions have overwhelmed her, robbing her of the affectionate words that she’s kept aside just for him. but the hug? she hopes that it will tell him everything he needs to know. ❛ we had to. ❜

#finiarcl #❛ ― replies.#❛ ― verse tbd.

So if Jack is Henry's "Uncle" does that make Teague Henry's Great Uncle? His Grunkle?

Teague is everybody’s Grunkle regardless of whether he’s related to them. He’s the “Grunkle” Of The Caribbean. Shipwrecks very own Grunkle Keeper. This is undisputed canon.

#/ is popping on every 3 months to shitpost about Teague where I'm at right now? possibly #finiarcl #⚔┇❛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ❜ (ask.)

The boy was no stranger to a bit of a brawl ( he very much took after his father -- rather, the whole bloody line of Turners -- in that respect ), Jack knew, but he still found himself raising a brow at the state he’d found him in this time. Bruised, bloodied and dirtied as Henry was, however, it wasn’t just mild consternation that he was faced with, but something much fiercer and more visceral. A need to check the lad over, ensure he was alright, and then confront the miscreants responsible and offer them a piece of his mind. Jack found himself having to suppress that urge.

‟ Nothing gentlemanly about it, by the look of it. ” Gentlemanly meant pistols at dawn, if he wasn’t mistaken -- and he was glad for both his own and Henry’s sake that it hadn’t come to that. He held out his hand to help the boy to his feet. ‟ Though I’d very much like to know the names of these men of breeding. ”

@finiarcl / cont

#finiarcl #finiarcl: henry turner #v; take what you can #I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME CONTINUING THIS #fjgkhsdfjks i sob about these two and their potential on the regular #also jack's gonna fuck them u p so that's a thing #i left it vague as to whether henry's assailants were still there or had already run off so it's up to you! :'))

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed!

Memory meme | accepting

It was a very easy thing - muscle memory, really, just the rusty sort of thing that he barely had to think about. Mrs Dupain-Cheng stood up on the very tips of her toes so that she could reach him, and Adrien ducked closer just to allow her. If he hadn’t come down she wouldn’t have had him as well as she did, but Sabine Cheng held onto him and stroked a hand down the back of his hair, pseudo-patting, and it was wonderful. What was that - being held by a mother - being cared for - being wanted - what did that do to a person, that he could have it here, now, and everything he was worrying about could just disappear for an instant while she hugged him? It was not just an instant. Sabine hugged him for a while longer than that, just because he was her daughter’s friend, and Adrien needed a hug, and Sabine was a mother with so much love in her that it sometimes spilled over to the people who needed it (this family - all of them - they were beautiful, like that). “Won’t you stay the night, dear? It’s awful weather to be out in, and Marinette will be so pleased to have a friend over!” They both knew she was not asking because of the weather, which had now reduced to a bare drizzle. Adrien swallowed - conquered - something horrible. “That sound awesome!” he agreed, “Thanks, Mrs Dupain-Cheng.”

#hannah ily #miraculous ladybug rp #anime rp #adrien agreste rp #chat noir #ic #finiarcl

generated first line, accepting. ♡

when she arrived home, she noticed that the curtains were closed. the finding halts her in her tracks, carmen never does that, she likes to hear THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY, even in her sleep. letting the heat out and driving up the bill is no LONGER something she has to worry about, and if she’s LUCKY the cold adds a sense of numbness atop her skin. but most days she ISN'T, most days the countless blankets- DOZENS of different patterns and materials, but all EXPENSIVE and either dark cherry red or black -she keeps strewn over her keep her from FROSTBITE. perhaps that’s where this little intruder has found themselves, TUCKED into the covers of carmen sanders. what a story! she can imagine the HEADLINES already, a groan unfurling from a cherry coated mouth. there HAS and will be worse than this, paparazzi is RUTHLESS. but, still, it’s night, she wishes to REST. it’s a rarity in itself that she lets herself CLOSE HER EYES, and the one day she tries, of COURSE someone wants to test her patience. “ there’s nothin’ in here you don’t already know, creeper. you’re not the first one to break into my- ” her exhausted drawl is cut SHORT as she rounds the corner to her bedroom, finding luke looking awfully like a kicked puppy for someone who’s in HER house so late. “ god, honey. if you needed somewhere to crash t’night, you could’ve just asked. ”

@finiarcl, 🖊

#this could fit 90s luke or ghostie luke so like 👁️👄👁️#this was Supposed to be short(er) i promise #୨୧˚⋆ฺ “ in character ” : sing your song now‚ the camera's on.#୨୧˚⋆ฺ “ verse: arc two ” : put your red dress on‚ put your lipstick on.#finiarcl

‘ You haven’t slept in days. Do you want to talk about it? ’ -from Terra

( * sleep starters | @finiarcl )

❛ THERE’S NOTHING TO talk about. ❜

she couldn’t even look up from her work as she said it, her gaze focused on the papers she’d been given–––– information about the next stage of reconstruction that she’d been trying to read for far too many hours in–––– between YAWNS, blurry vision, and a few minutes of dozing off here and there. it was clear that she hadn’t been able to sleep for a while.

kairi wasn’t sure if terra had come of his own accord, or if someone had asked him to come on their behalf, but kairi had to admit that she was SURPRISED to see him of all of the keyblade wielders. his soft voice made it clear he only wanted to help, but help wasn’t something she was willing to accept from anyone.

not YET.

❛ i’ve just been busy. i know it looks better than before, but there’s still a lot to do around here. i haven’t quite had the time to rest. ❜

it wasn’t true, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. she passed the time she couldn’t sleep by doing extra work, and she had to admit that she was quite PROUD every time she came into the king’s offices in the morning with much more work done than anyone anticipated, but it wasn’t the reason that she was kept up at night.

she’d just been THINKING too much.

she turned her head, resting in her hand, towards terra, sending him a small, but GRATEFUL, smile. despite the fact that she wasn’t quite ready to accept any assistance, kairi was still grateful for his concern.

❛ i’m okay. i promise. thank you, terra. ❜

#finiarcl #❀ ` message in a bottle –––– asks #❀ ` the princess’ response –––– kairi answers #🗝 | the next step forward –––– post war

Well, that was a surprise, to say the least. Since Galbatorix had been defeated, Murtagh & Thorn had been on the road for the longest time, carefully avoiding any known route or face. NEVER would he have guessed to cross paths with his half - brother. ❛ Dᴀʀᴍᴛʜʀᴇʟʟ... ❜ the elder whispered, not really knowing what else to say. After all, they still didn’t have the chance to talk properly.

@finiarcl / 𝚂𝙲 .

#finiarcl #post canon tbt.#( so sorry for how late this is ! )#( the starter's for eragon ofc :D i'm so happy there are other inheritance rpers i can't even )