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[fabioquartararhoe]

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[baajisms]

“tell me where you are.”

@painsrequiem​

Anima kept quiet, a cheeky smile spreading over her lips. It wasn’t often she played hide and seek with her son, but it was one of the few times she allowed herself to be a little more childish. She loved the days she was able to play with her son, to tickle him, to tell him stories, to listen to him laugh. It felt like change was in the air and there had been whispers and side eyes to the both of them recently. When she had questioned Jyscal about it, he had told her not to worry and it was nothing she needed to concern herself over.

This was not the time to be thinking about such things. She heard the padding of Seymour’s feet across the carpet and kept as still as she possibly could. She minimised her breathing so it didn’t feel like she was breathing so loudly. When Seymour padded past, thankfully missing Anima hiding in the shadows, Anima relaxed slightly. When he was past her, enough for her to slip out, Anima dropped the facade of trying to hide behind something.

Her own strides were longer than Seymour’s so she caught up to him with ease. There was strength in her arms still as she strode up behind him and scooped him up into her arms. “I’m here, my son.” There was a loving grin plastered across her face as she pressed a multitude of kisses across her son’s face. It ruined the game of hide and seek, but while she still had the strength to pick him up, Anima would do it every chance she got. His giggles and his pleading for her to stop causing she was tickling him warmed her heart.

[xdartagnan]

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”

    d’Artagnan snorted in response to Athos’s taunting, hoping to appear marginally less winded then he felt after suffering from the other Musketeers [slightly] superior swordsmanship. He gathered himself back into a guard stance and pointed his rapier in a challenging motion at his opponent.

“I don’t surrender to anyone.”

   d’Artagnan knew, however, that despite his own taunts the afternoon’s training had been long and his own attacks had become less uniform as it wore on, leaving him easy prey. Not that he’d ever reveal that to Athos. No, instead he’d continue on until either was defeated, there never really was any honour in surrendering, even if it was just training.

[valentinafoxr]

Tbh extremely obsessed with the cryptid kind of fanfiction authors on ao3. No notes on their fics, brief if any profile info at all, rarely replies to comments, not a single link to their socials, but every few months they post a 15-50k oneshot featuring the most devastatingly beautiful prose you’ve ever read. I think it’s so chic and I wish I could be like them but unfortunately I’m a yapper with an unquenchable thirst for human connection

[malusrecord]

((Just as a general reminder to everyone that right now I'm only feeling incredibly specific muses (meaning Oscar, German, (redacted), and Art/orius with Oscar and German being the strongest) so if you prompt other muses of mine---which is totally fine, let me stress that---it'll just take me longer to reply to those because my enthusiasm and inspiration is elsewhere.))

[gmsathos]

                              temos algumas 📍 INFORMAÇÕES E A HISTÓRIA de athos para aqueles que não gostam de surpresas ― e para os curiosos, se isso não for suficiente, é possível encontrar 📍 MAIS SOBRE ELE. alguns dilemas e problemas pedem um desenvolvimento pessoal, sob seu ponto de vista, por isso, se interessar, é preciso seguir para os 📍 CAPÍTULOS. outros tipos de desenvolvimento estão nas 📍 THREADS. de vez em quando, rola um jeito mais prático e engraçado de decifrá-lo melhor, aí é só seguir para as 📍  ASK’s RESPONDIDAS, 📍 TASK’s ou as  📍 INSPIRAÇÕES.

[fivehole]

i get a headache every time i read something about freddie on twitter, hockey bros really have empty nets for heads, which is admirable, I guess, dedication to the sport they love