#tiny tidbits

[choicesmc]

I've been working on Revere's signature and I think I have one I like now. It's also really thematic to him as a character too. I'll show y'all soon :)

[carcassamania]

Hiii! I've seen your post about wanting to write sooooo...

*puts in chin in hands and acts cute*

Could I have the deets about one of Amara's scars? 🥺

(hope it's okay that I interpreted you asking for prompts by just throwing a random question at your head lol)

thank you!! I am super more than okay with this interpretation o7

Amara tends to scar pretty easily so she has a wide variety of stories to tell <3 She’s very casual about all of her scars so I think she’s pretty open to questions when it comes to her scars. Her favorite scar, however, is the one on her right shoulder.

It’s the scar that cemented her status as Seora’s friend (to herself anyway, Seora had already considered them friends long before this—). basically, Amara challenged some of Seora’s bullies to a fight, and won!, but got hurt in the process. It was supposed to be a hand to hand fight, which is where Amara shines, but her opponent brought a knife so… :(

below the read more is a little excerpt before the fight!!

She had never said anything before. Yet, as she stared down the mafioso, their taunts felt almost foolish. “You don’t get to call her that.” Amara repeated, arms crossing, eyes still drilling holes into Seora’s bullies. “Said who?” The oldest scoffed, sneering down at Amara, “What’re you going to do? Pinch me? Whine off to a professor?” “Meet me in the gym in twenty minutes,” Amara responded, tone flat and eyes flatter, “when I’m done with you, you’ll be too afraid to even say Seora’s name.”

[imaginejolls]

please picture this:

It’s the evening, somewhere in America. The floor is wood, hard and cool against Eliot’s skin. He’s almost naked, save for the boxer briefs. The dusk paints the room in warm yellow tones. Parker is close, Eliot feels her move around the space in relation to his body. The jute rope winds and twists around his body snuggly, pressing into his skin in the most delicious way. Parker works quietly, methodically. She moves his body from one position to the next fluidly, and Eliot lets her, eyes closed, focused on the way his chest pushes into the neat band of rope around it. He can hear the soft scratch of pencil on paper. Hardison is sitting by the window, capturing this silent exercise in trust.

[choicesmc]

sawtooth smoking in book 3 ❤️ they’re stressed out of their mind and fracturing under the weight of leadership ❤️

[choicesmc]

I think Nook keeps the letters his parents sent him in a safekeeping box. And he prints out the emails they send him too. They used to send letters like every day, but slowly switched to email every other week. And, idk, I think Nook misses the letters.

[choicesmc]

What’s In Nook’s Bag?

made with [What's in my bag?/かばんのなかみは?]

would love any questions :)!

[choicesmc]

Va’or can’t get drunk because it’s actually really painful for unk.

[choicesmc]

It is very difficult to find something that Revere is not ambivalent towards. He loves his parents; he's ashamed to be seen with them. He loves the boldness in his birthmark; he hates how othering it is. He cares about his friends; he would tear them down. He's certain he's destined for greatness; he's worried he'll never succeed.