NOT DEAD YET Y'ALL
A lil sumn for the beloved @ruckis-kingstarr for Valentine's Day. Guess who those belong to ;)
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NOT DEAD YET Y'ALL
A lil sumn for the beloved @ruckis-kingstarr for Valentine's Day. Guess who those belong to ;)
Heart Thief - Chapter 53 - The Zoo
Dream, Scar, and friends visit the zoo! Pretty laidback lil chapter, Dream has fun seeing all the animals, and he gets a couple new plushies <3 Friends for Lunchbox!!
„I was the thief of a heart i never wanted to steal, and i didnt know how to give it back”
Just realizing I didn’t post this. Here’s Heart Thief/Marc’s douchebag ex-boyfriend
Before arriving at Dupont, Marc went to Vadim Bastille Collège and lived the life of those high school princesses you see in teen movies (Mi
"Why did a narcissist cross the street?
He thought it was a boundary"
M I S C H I E F . M A N A G E D Quigley Coffman . June 2011 - January 28 2018
My heart is so heavy. No matter the length of time they spend in our lives, the life of a beloved pet will always be too short. Quigley entered our lives without much warning, and stole our hearts the moment we took him home and he stole the straw from my cup in our car. I never expected such a tiny creature to mean so much to me, but Quigley was my whole world and more.
I knew the numbers. I knew that small span of years that books and veterinarians told us he was likely to have. It’s part of the reason I named this account The Book Ferret. I wanted an excuse to show the world this incredible little heart-thief. I knew his life would be too short, and I wanted to document as many moments as possible. And I knew too, that as of last summer, Quigley was sick, and he likely wouldn’t get better. Knowing doesn’t make it any easier.
Diggle and I were with him. There was nothing more we could do except snuggle with him and tell him how much we loved him. I told him how much all of you loved him, too. I know, thanks to this account, and all of the photos he worked hard to be a part of, that he has helped so many of you understand what beautiful, funny, curious creatures ferrets are. He was even the inspiration for a character in a book! (Thank you forever for that, @andshewaits!) I still have photos I haven’t posted of him, and hope you won’t mind seeing his sweet face for awhile yet. He worked hard to be a part of my photos, and I would love to share them with you still.
He will always be my first ferret, the original Book Ferret, and my sweet baby boy. He won’t ever realize how many lives he touched or the difference he made in so many people’s lives, but it means the world to me that he will be remembered and loved not only by his family, but by so many others, too.
‘Too late.’
Zevran’s smile was almost imperceptible. The note had been left for him in an empty coffer, atop a jewelry box, which until recently sheltered one of the biggest yellow diamond: the sun-drop.
It wasn’t the first note she’d left for him, nor would it be the last, but he was impressed all the same. The Howe estate was no easy place to loot. Unlike many of his peers, Rendon Howe knew it took more than a big vault and a few guards to keep his possessions safe, yet she had managed to empty every cache without anyone noticing. Not even him, who had been preparing this coup for weeks. It should wound his ego, he was after all Zevran Arainai, world class thief, retired crow – if there was such a thing –, a master in the art of ‘reallocating’ gold. But instead, it only spurred him on. He wanted to win this little bet they had going on. Not that either of them had officially bet anything, they hadn’t even met, but they had both tacitly agreed to this game of ‘who’s the best’. And so far it was a 7 to 6 in her favor.
It would be unfair to say that Zevran knew nothing of his adversary. He knew she was a girl, a formidable thief, a worthy opponent... and he knew her laugh. For it would also be unfair to say they never met. They did once, and she had laughed at his surprise. An enchanting laugh that had been taunting him ever since, a laugh he could almost hear in her note.
AU in which Zevran and Lya Tabris compete for the title of best thief (and maybe more)