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@pennyinyourthoughts ~ after the ever after

“ Is it just a stigma? “ he questions, a little strung up on alcohol but hey when wasn’t he? He needed some way to keep his mind off other things. A smile touches to his lips as reaches his gaze to the others. “ Can you really grant wishes or is that what everyone just assumes? Because I know sometimes tales lie. They lie all the bloody time. “

[amongthcwreck-a]

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he really doesn’t know him. but he’s heard stories. of course he has. he thinks that everyone here knows each others stories. it makes him feel somewhat uncomfortable in the feeling. he stands there a little uncertain. he looks at him for a moment, trying to decide something but he can’t figure something out. he wonders a lot about this one. “do i still get a wish? or is it not for me?”

[mctacomposition-blog]

@pennyinyourthoughts liked for a starter

Julia had been strolling through the park when she witnessed a random man appear out of thin air. She recognized the guy from the Brakebills exam, which means he was just like her. “Hey!” Running over to the man, she tried to stop him from disappearing. “I know you, from Brakebills, right?”

[highkingbambi]

starter call. || penny.

“I know you’re not too keen with us, especially after Alice, and you probably think we’re a bunch of pretentious assholes… Which you’re not exactly wrong about…” Margo’s voice started to trail, they’ve each grown up a great deal since they conquered this new land. “What I’m trying to say is… We need you.” Those three simple words hurt her pride more than any others. “Q gambled away our only means of transportation in and out of this damn realm like a fucking idiot, but you still have a gift. So, get your shit together.”

[roommate-muses]

@pennyinyourthoughts started following you 

Zen’s fingertips were starting to get numb from playing out in the cold, along with how much magic she was pouring into it to try and catch the attention of the people passing by. She didn’t even look up when someone accidentally kicked her violin case but that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. Gods, what an asshole. She thought, with all her mental wards down as she continued to play. 

[ellevenie]

Gestures of affection starters.

@pennyinyourthoughts / 🤗 from mischa

South had become somewhat of a safe haven for Elle, ridiculous as it may sounded. It was quiet there. Looking out the window, there was nothing but white, like a static. Unchanging landscapes of snow-covered hills, with the occasional snow storm. She didn't have to go out there, and with a lit fireplace, it wasn't too bad inside. She had even begun to carve out a little space for herself; tidied up a room, made it comfortable. She brought books and wine, and sometimes she was so lost in it, she even forgot that Mischa was there, too.

Elle almost jumped when he came up behind her. She suspected he had made a sport out of sneaking up on her when she seemed to be far away with her head. All she was doing was waiting for the kettle to whistle, so she could make herself some tea. She had not expected his arms sneaking around her like that. With an undignified squeak, she dropped the - thankfully still empty - metal cup on the floor.

"Oh fuck you," she said with a frown, turning her head to look at him. "I told you not to do that. One of those days I'll get a fucking heart attack and who's gonna heal the Healer then?" Elle didn't push him away, though, but gently nudged his stomach with her elbow. "Идиот."

[neverhangd]

@pennyinyourthoughts continues to be my friend for some reason.

It’s been most ways of a week, near as Anne can tell, that she’s been stuck in this hell. There’s the vaguest impression of the hour from the sky, slightly brighter when the sun is out, or so she assumes. Mostly, it’s a soft, featureless, grey world, inhabited by a gentle sea and a ship she’s only ever seen once before. There’s no clock, no calendar, not even a captain’s log by which tell the time or guess the date, except for the one Anne’s started.

As far as hells go, this one is almost pleasant. She’s taken Bonnet’s quarters as her own, in part because it’s large and in part because it’s quite nicely stocked, with a feather bed and pillows, a fainting couch and an armchair and a fucking fireplace she’s smarter than trying to light, and most importantly, a library. A choice library, filled with as much classic literature as contemporary adventure tales, heavy with books good for running a ship and the history of pirates. She’ll have to give him a fairer shake, if ever she leaves this damned fog to see him again: he’s clearly not a man as beneath her notice as she’d taken him to be.

Anne stands at Bonnet’s bookshelves now, running her fingers over the spines of each book in the row. The ship’s well provisioned yet fully abandoned. With the chores of the day completed and the approximately mid-afternoon sun making a lighter grey of the fog, there’s really nothing left to do but go mad or read a book. It’s not exactly a difficult decision to make.

“Homer or…history?” she asks the empty cabin, more to hear a voice with her own two ears than anything else.

[bloodtwin]

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