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[lasaintesse]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARETU AGERE

†⃨⠀❟⠀a term for ageregressors who may listen to maretu, ageregress while listening to maretu, may slip into regression when listening to maretu, etc.

⠀⠀⦃ 𓉳 ⦄⠀Coined by The First Vicar

⠀⠀⠀⠀self—indulgent

⠀⠀tags ⠀𖥔⠀ @bunnelbaby @carespace

[moon-jellie]

Fingers in my mouth friday!

[thereadiedwarrior-archive]

Closed || Lupin & Saint

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Any day in the state of residence of Arsène Lupin and his band of… friends and acquaintances was interesting. He supposed that this day was no exception. The sun, high in the sky shone bight as ever, the warm, yellow sunbeams danced through the windows. A surprisingly peaceful day. But peace had no true placement in this manor. Lupin himself picked to spend his time going over a few plans, future courses of action. There was no personal training need or dedicate time of the like scheduled, for that matter, so it was all the same.

He picked the main room to go over such events, instead of being cooped up in his own room. The reasons for that could be credited to the outside. He grinned at a sudden thought, “Maybe it’d be a good idea to turn this peace into something more interest. Get something done for the others…” Regardless, he needed time to go over it, and someone to discuss it and other daily duties would need to be found.

[mapsontheweb]

For Saint Patrick's Day: Irish-American Saturation by County

[kadlaine-blog]

CannIggy For Saint.

Since Saint wanted me to write about Iggy being a cannibal, here we go... :D

"Max?" Fang calls, peeping around the corner, looking for his girlfriend. He sees that her door has been left ajar and slowly tip toes towards it. Poking his head in, he sees someone sitting on Max's bed, hunched over as if in pain. "Iggy?" Fang questions, recognizing the strawberry blonde hair. Iggy turns toward him slowly, his mouth and hands stained red. Fang's eyes widen. "I-Iggy? Wh-what are you doing?"

Iggy gives Fang an evil grin, standing up from the bed, his hands behind his back. Fang can see that Max's bed is stained with red and there's a slight lump under the blankets.

"Oh my God, Iggy, what did you do?!" Fang exclaims, rushing to the bed. He sees a knife laying on the white sheets, covered in red. Fang begins crying, his head swimming as he turns back to Iggy.

Iggy looks confused.

"Fang, are you alright? You're breathing weird." Iggy comments. He holds out a hand, containing a sandwich. "Want a bite?"

"Iggy...IGGY WHAT IS ON THAT SANDWICH?" Fang shouts. Iggy still looks confused.

"Uh...strawberry jelly." Iggy says. "Are you okay? Like, mentally?"

Fang stops freaking out and turns back to Max's bed, looking at the red stains. He runs his finger over the stain, bringing it to his mouth experimentally. It wasn't blood, like he had thought, it was...strawberry jelly.

"Wait...what were you doing in here?" Fang questions, picking up the knife and licking the jelly off.

"Max threw out all my bomb supplies, so I made sandwiches in her bed." Iggy explains, taking a bite of his sammich. "Great revenge, 'cause I'm a messy sandwich maker."

"So...you didn't eat Max?" Fang asks to clarify.

"What? No. Why would I eat Max? She'd taste awful."

"Oh..uh...I-I don't know..." Fang turns to continue his search for his girlfriend. As an after thought, he turns back to Iggy and adds, "And Max tastes delicious if you ask me."

Okay...so, maybe it's not so CannIggy...but still...