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jordoperson · 1 day
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are you telling me. this idiot died from that. have you SEEN the state banban is in.
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twelverriver · 3 days
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PLAYING THE SAXON THEME !!!!!!!! they're referencing soo much, like the amy crack in the wall thing, the way victorian clara went around the tardis, rose's phone thing and call to her mom in the second episode!! the saxon theme!! i know ppl say they're pandering too much to other people now but this show is truly STILL for the life-long fans first baby!!!
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screamingcrows · 14 hours
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Between appointments - Sunday x Reader
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Tags: soft angst, hints at unrequited love, gn reader Notes: This takes place between the meeting with Aventurine and the confrontation with Gallagher. Not a lot happens in this. Should be 2.2 spoiler free Feed this to an AI and I'm feeding you to Acanthaster planci Minors, ageless, blank blogs; you'll be blocked on sight
In your eyes, it was impossible to miss how affected Sunday was by the negotiations with the IPC's representative. His hand had been so tightly clenched behind his back that you'd worried blood would soon stain his pristine gloves. Once it was clear his 'guests' had left for good, you slowly exited the hidden nook you'd been tucked away in for most of their discussion.
"Sir? Can I-" your voice faltered for a moment, seeing him tense as if he'd been snapped out of his thoughts, "can I do anything for you?"
A sigh left the man, back straightening before he turned to meet your gaze, the same smile as always upon his lips. The sight only made your stomach sink further, having watched from the shadows long enough that his impending response was obvious. Consistency was key to maintaining order, and during your year of serving The Family, he had presented himself as nothing less than a perfect leader.
"Your concern warms my heart, but rest assured, there is nothing I need at the present save for locating the individual responsible for these unfortunate circumstances," his voice sounded somewhat strained, yet the smile remained.
A beat of silence passed between the two of you, your gaze drawn towards the blue ribbons adorning his shoulder, one of them having slid down. Without thought, your hands reached out and fixed it, ignoring the feeling of feathers tickling your skin.
"It didn't seem to go particularly well? It's rare that you turn to-"
"My suspicions were confirmed, that is good enough."
It always made your heart clench when he invoked Their presence, knowing it wore at his heart, but from the firmness in his tone, you gathered it had been more than necessary. He nodded his head and your body obliged without much thought, stepping backwards while he whispered a word of thanks, wings folded a little more than usual. No doubt the confrontation had been strenuous.
"Your suspicions?"
You knew asking was treacherous territory, but the words had already seared your tongue in the meager seconds of hesitation.
"While The IPC is undoubtedly seeking to take advantage of this turmoil, nothing in their representative's conduct led me to believe they are the ones responsible. Merely profiting on the tribulations of others as usual."
His hand had already gone behind his back again. Would he start plucking out his feathers as well if this went on long enough? It was no secret that you harbored romantic feelings for the Oak Family head, and lulling yourself into a belief that your presence calmed Sunday had been easy enough.
"But that doesn't mean you're out of ideas, does it?"
Enigmatic as always, he shook his head softly, faint traces of a smile dancing upon his lips, although it didn't reach his eyes. It was hardly unexpected that you were kept in the dark, as a regular member you had no claim to such knowledge. However, that didn't mean being perpetually unable to help with anything meaningful didn't feel like a knife twisting in your heart.
"Sunday, you know I'm here to help you, right?"
"I assure you, I am well aware. I would, however, prefer to keep any unnecessary involvement out of this."
His words might as well have been a thousand pins. He'd begun moving around the table, gloved fingers trailing along the edge of the polished wood. His wings had spread back out as well, a telltale sign that you were speaking to the family head, not the man you yearned to hold.
"Let me at least prepare you a cup of tea, or perhaps a-"
"There is no need to fuss. I have another matter to take care of shortly, and it is something preferably done alone," he'd turned his head just enough to give you a pointed look.
A sigh left your lips, fingers anxiously fidgeting as you went around the grand table, desperate to cross the chasm keeping him away.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have listened in. But for once, I want to know what's going on, you haven't been yourself since Miss Robin…" your voice trailed off, the soft rustling of feathers accompanied by a wave of uneasiness making you hold your tongue for a moment, "If telling me is out of the question, at least let me take care of you, however fleeting time may be."
"Whatever debt you felt was owed to The Family for taking you in, I assure you, They have long since acknowledged your sincerity and hard work. You are free to enjoy this sweet dream," there was that firmness again, how you wished he'd speak frankly when his own desires surely could not align with those words?
"I'm not staying for Them, I'm staying for you."
"I have to once more remind you, whatever it is you think you will find in me is- well, it's not possible. Not even here."
You were close enough to touch Sunday by now, yet his back was still turned towards you. Close enough that the rise of his shoulders with every staccato breath was impossible to ignore. Peering past him, the dark bird sat perched atop a shelf, keen eyes ever watchful as it looked through your body.
"Even so, I can remain by your side," the waver in your voice was minimal, knowing now was not the time to let emotions run loose. You knew that what you wished for was impossible, but clinging to the hope that your presence could make a difference nonetheless was all that mattered. He didn't deserve to be alone.
The way his head lowered and his hand clenched was in stark contrast to his usual conduct. Had you pushed him too far?
"I would hate to see you tethered to the ground because of me. Opportunity is what leads people here, now that you have it, there is little reason to squander it."
"You think I'd be happy running around in the golden hour, drinking SoulGlad and attending galas while you're working yourself to the bone?"
It had come out as more of an accusation than a question, something that immediately made your eyes widen in regret. When he turned towards you, the small smile was still etched upon his features. A hand came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of it enough that you felt unsteady for a moment, held up only by his eyes.
"My heart belongs to Penacony and the shared dream for the future it holds, so long as it thrives, so too will I."
He looked tired this close, and you couldn't help but place a hand atop his, tearing your gaze away to lower your head, unwilling to burden him with your teary expression. If this was what he wanted…
"In that case, I shall wait here for your return… Do you need me to prepare anything?"
He squeezed your shoulder gently before letting his hand fall, and with a shake of his head he walked past you towards the grandiose doors.
"Sunday?" you had to restrain yourself from doing anything hasty, unrest plaguing your mind already at the thought of leaving him to face this alone, "Once the Charmony Festival is over, I'd like to experience more of the dream, preferably not alone."
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cjskribblez · 7 months
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Who let this man into the secret based smp
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mumblesplash · 5 months
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in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem
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1010lilfoot · 9 months
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I read the Locked Tomb series! Here's fanart for all the scenes that grabbed me by the skeleton
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neymiiie · 2 months
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I just want to see him again.
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aulerean · 6 months
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Underrated Pearl moment from ep 4
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anna-scribbles · 1 year
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haven’t had enough time to draw s5 adrinette to convey just how much this is genuinely the only thing on my mind
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plagueislost · 8 months
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so i got into doctor who recently
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cocoabell · 2 months
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The snail in my ear whispered something to me and I listened
Just started watching fma:b and I'm having the best and worst time simultaneously
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luchsyy · 2 months
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trying to figure out how to draw their faces in my style
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spineless-lobster · 9 months
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If I had a nickel for every gay couple that had one person leave causing the other to be emotionally destroyed I would have- no, y’know what? I’m too fucking devastated over this why does it keep happening why can’t they just communicate???
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jayceart · 5 months
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I'm in the wind.. you're in the water..
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hypogryffin · 2 months
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Erina and Sophie....
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erina and sophie..... perhaps even sophie and erina....
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chiefnooniensingh · 1 year
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Craig Mazin on Frank and Bill’s journey in The Last of Us 1x03: Long, Long Time
HBO’s The Last of Us Podcast
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