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gluttonygirls · 2 years
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Girls whose creamy, sugary drinks have more calories in them than you eat in an entire day.
and they offer you a long drink from it.
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Girls that watch you finish that drink, and ignore the fact that you're so full it's hard to breath and instead sit another one down in front of you.
That last one was good, but you have to try this one, it's even more delicious!
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wwpia · 6 months
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Faustus’ mum, she’s pretty much based off a friends mum who enjoyed SCRUBBING MY FACE OFF IN THE PLAYGROUND.
She’s a tough woman, but also so, so sweet and down to earth. She’s the kind of Mum to look after her children’s friends like her own children. She’s also well respected in the werewolf community and to some degree to the humans in the village where they live.
She’s a very colourful character, both literally and figuratively. She usually wears Yorkshire-weather appropriate clothing (including a flat cap) that looks relatively drab in comparison to her sari. She actively basically wears a lot of colours in honour of her children, of whom she considers to be all ✨🌈 beautiful and unique ✨🌈
Related to this, the death of her youngest son Leon kind of breaks the poor woman a bit. She’s still as doting as ever, but just… clearly struggling and coming to terms. Sydney first meets her like this (and by extension the rest of the family) so it’s a very… awkward first encounter.
Obviously I imagine they meet later on much happier terms. Faustus invites Sydney home for Christmas - most of his family aren’t Christian but they still absolutely LOVE celebrating Christmas and honestly a lot of other holidays. They always serve a complete gut-busting mix of British/Indian food.
I imagine she somehow meets Sydney’s father (probably at his wedding) and gives his father a good tongue lashing about his not-so-great treatment of Sydney when he was younger. I just find it a funny mental image of this under five foot little woman essentially prompting an extremely tall, known werewolf hunter to kowtow to her motherly rage. 😂
She, like a lot of her family (including Faustus) acquire quite white hair as they age. The exception is Faustus’ younger brother has vitiligo and already has half a head of white hair, ahah.
Also curried potato soup is actually the best cure for a cold. Blend the potato to make it THICC.
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wilkoakdraws · 4 months
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have at ya an unholy pile of wildly chaotic and VERY serious magnus stuff from last 6 months. happy 2024
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ghostyocs · 1 year
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The twins, Duchess Roseli Sophia Bacarra and Lady Alice Isobel Bacarra.
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Alice is actually the oldest twin by a minute or so, but she never wanted power like her sister because she was taken from her family at birth. Juliette and Roy, her parents, grieved their child heavily because she was believed to be stillborn but was actually stolen by one of their servants. Alice used the Madness Network and her ability as an Oracle to find her way home to her family later on when she'd been Embraced and thanks to her father's ability was re-Embraced into Clan Lasombra as a Flower of the Abyss.
Roseli was trained for power and nobility from birth, and as a result has always been close to her parents and to her nature as someone who was taught for the Embrace since she was a child. Instead of instilling more Humanity based traits in her, Roy taught her the dark arts of the Lasombra and to be clever and cunning just as her sire was. She was Embraced after having children of her own as an adult, and despite her quick temper is very intelligent and good at what she does, from working in business and combat to making a name for herself as one of the Sheriff's Hounds in the French court.
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cainternn · 1 year
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my favorite cheshire cat
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batcavescolony · 3 months
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Zeus: POSEIDON CONTROL YOUR CHILD!
Poseidon: I can do one of two things. I can be the God of the Sea or I can control Perseus Jackson. I cannot possibly do both.
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yournowheregirl · 11 months
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Let it be known that Eddie Munson hates big box stores. They represent everything he’s against: a big piece of capitalist bullshit that underpays its workers and pump out unnecessary products like it’s nothing. 
And yet, he finds himself in a Target on a random Sunday evening.
He’s not quite sure how he got roped into doing Chrissy’s shopping for her, something about ‘owing her a favor’ and ‘making up for all the times she had take out the garbage when it was his turn to do so’ or whatever that means. But here he is anyway, pushing a bright red shopping cart in search of every item on her list so she can go on her date with that girl from the concert in peace. The things you do for friends.
Eddie finds the first few items quite easily - they’re on sale and easy to spot with the big display in the middle of the aisle - but once he gets to the fourth item on her list: Fresh Cotton scented candle, he starts to panic just a little.
Why are there so many fucking candles?
He rubs a hand over his face in attempt to make himself focus on the rows and rows of glass jars in front of him, taking a deep breath before he starts looking for the Fresh Cotton scented candle Chrissy wants. Only to find out, there aren’t any.
There is Pure Linen and Natural Cotton and even one that’s called Laundry Day - whatever the fuck that’s supposed to smell like - but there is not one candle that says Fresh Cotton. 
Okay. Okay. He can do this. He knows Chrissy like the back of his hand, he’s smelled that candle practically every day, he can totally figure out which candle she wants. 
Eddie grabs the first candle that’s vaguely named after a fabric and smells it, but that one isn’t the one he’s looking for. He tries another (closer, but not quite the same) and another (doesn’t even smell like cotton in the slightest), until he’s smelled practically every cotton-linen-laundry candle in the store and his nose has become immune to any smell whatsoever.
Christ, he really is a terrible best friend if he can’t even get her shopping list right.
Something red flashes by in the corner of his eye and Eddie immediately perks up and chases after it. He stops himself from screaming in victory when he sees that he was right and that there is in fact a Target employee in a red polo walking in the main aisle.
“Excuse me!” Eddie calls out. “Excuse me! Can you help me?”
The guy in the red polo turns around and whoa- Eddie didn’t know that they were hiring actual models to work at Target. He’s pretty sure he’s never met a big box store employee that looks this good - with floppy golden brown hair and a chest that fills out that red Target polo really nicely.
“Uh yes?”
“Great!” Eddie gestures the Target guy to follow him back to the candle aisle and grabs the two candles that he thinks are the closest to what Chrissy wants. “Which one of these is Fresh Cotton?”
Target guy frowns and takes the candles from Eddie’s hands, his hazel eyes narrowing as he reads the labels. “Neither? This one is Clean Cotton and the other one is Crisp Cotton.”
“Yes, yes, I know. But Target used to sell Fresh Cotton, I think, at least that’s what my friend’s shopping list says.” Eddie rambles. “So I guess my question is which one used to be Fresh Cotton and got renamed or whatever.”
“Huh.” Target guy shrugs and takes the lid off both the candles, carefully sniffing each of them before finally handing Clean Cotton back to Eddie. “This one smells the most cotton-y to me, so I’d go with this one, dude.”
Eddie feels his eyes light up with relief as he clutches the candle to his chest. “Christ, that’s a relief. Thank you...” He trails off, searching Target guy’s polo for a name tag, only to come up empty.
“Steve.” 
“Thank you, Steve.” Eddie beams. He puts the candle into his shopping cart and rummages through the pocket of his leather jacket until he finds Chrissy’s shopping list. Scented candle? Check. “Look, I gotta go. I have at least twenty other things on this list and- hey!”
In one quick motion, Steve has grabbed the shopping list from Eddie’s hands, scanning the items on the list and the items in the cart with precision. 
“Dude. Your friend asked for shampoo and conditioner. You bought them that two-in-one crap.” Steve scoffs.
“Is that... bad? Seems to me like it gets the job done faster.” Eddie shrugs.
“Is that bad, he asks. If your friend cares just a little bit about their hair, they’d be devastated.” Steve chuckles. “C’mere, I’ll help you.”
Before Eddie can even protest, Steve has taken his shopping cart from under his nose and gestures for Eddie to follow him. Huh, personal shoppers must be a new thing at Target. He just hopes that Steve doesn’t charge him a surprise hundred dollar fee at the end of the shopping trip.
Turns out, a personal shopper like Steve comes in handy for a Target virgin like Eddie. Steve (obviously) knows the store like the back of his hand and seems to know a lot about the products they sell as well - from the difference between normal and purple shampoo for blonde hair to the package of colored notebooks that Chrissy needs for the next semester. His knowledge is impressive and Eddie can’t help but stare and listen to every word that rolls of Target Guy Steve’s tongue.
(And if he lets a flirty remark or two slip just to see a twinkle in Steve’s eyes in between the shop talk, that’s nobody’s business but his own)
He is a bit confused when Steve starts loading things into the cart that aren’t on Chrissy’s lists, though. Things like highlighters and staples and various arts and crafts supplies. 
“What are those?” Eddie asks.
“Hmm?” Steve hums, following Eddie’s gaze to where it’s looking at the small pots of paint in his hands “Oh. Those are for me.”
“You can do that?”
“Uh yeah? That’s the point of a store?”
“Right.” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I mean, duh. Just didn’t know you were allowed to shop on company time.” 
“Right...” Steve blinks at him in response.
They go through the rest of the list fairly quickly, much to Eddie’s disappointment. When he first set foot inside the store, he wanted to leave as fast as he could, but now that he’s got Steve around, he doesn’t really want this shopping trip to end. 
At least not without Steve’s number saved in his phone. 
There are only a few people in line at the register when they arrive and Steve immediately starts putting his things on the checkout belt. As he waits, Eddie lets his eyes linger at Steve’s toned back, at the way the red fabric stretches over the muscles there, at the way those jeans look practically painted on.
Yeah, he really has to get that number before he gets out of here.
“You probably get employee discount, right? Must be nice.” Eddie grins as he starts putting his stuff on the checkout belt.
Steve cocks his head to the side. “No?”
Christ, not giving your employees a discount in your own store is a new low, even for a big company like Target. “Oh sorry, man. That sucks.”
“I mean, I have my teacher’s discount.” Steve shrugs.
Hold up. What?
“Your what?”
“My teacher’s discount?” Steve repeats. “I’m an elementary school teacher and I get a small discount on stuff I need for my class? Like these art supplies?”
“You- you don’t work here?” Eddie squeaks, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. Oh God, did he just drag a random stranger through a store and make him listen to all of his stupid problems with Chrissy’s shopping lists? This is embarrassing, even for him. “Fuck, I thought- I mean with the polo and- Christ, I’m so sorry.”
But luckily for Eddie, Steve doesn’t seem mad in the slightest. In fact, he just laughs, all bright and clear. “It’s alright, really.”
“But wait, if you don’t work here, why did you help me?” Eddie asks, ignoring the hopeful feeling that starts to bloom in his stomach. 
Steve ducks his head for a second, suppressing a grin, before looking back up at Eddie through his eyelashes and fuck, he has no right to look this hot in a freaking polo shirt. 
“Because I thought you were cute.”
A bright Target red blush settles over Eddie’s cheeks and there’s nowhere to hide, not even behind his hair because his dumb self from two hours earlier decided to put it up in a high bun. 
“Plus, you looked like you were this close to having a panic attack in the middle of the candle aisle.” Steve shrugs. “I’ve been there, and trust me, it’s not a good look.”
The honesty in his voice makes Eddie cackle so loud that even the cashier turns her head to see what all the commotion is about. 
“You’re ridiculous.” Eddie says when his laughter dies down.
“Maybe.” Steve says, his eyes already twinkling with amusement. “But did it work?”
Eddie really can’t say no to that.
(He leaves Target that night with two shopping bags filled with Chrissy’s things and a date with Steve the next weekend.)
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cult-of-the-eye · 5 months
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Jonathan Sims: I'd love to be hunted for sport, I think it would be a fitting end.
*distant sounds of Alice "Daisy" Tonner getting tackled to the ground by one Martin K Blackwood followed by a muffled "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE"*
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troutpaws · 3 months
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ok yeah i really liked it
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heartstopperthoughts · 6 months
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Nick saying “I’m bi actually” and very politely reminding people that he may be in a same-sex relationship but his identity is still valid
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fisheyezzz · 5 months
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pdalicedraws · 8 months
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I’m sure 500 people have done this but I wanted to have a go too. Initial->eventual reactions to doppelgängers…
Bonuses:
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EDIT TO ADD: I'm apparently doing a whole comic thing of this now, check it out :)
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hauntedorpheum · 2 months
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Disney having a gay old time!
+Bonus
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melandrops · 1 month
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eclypseaf · 2 months
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guess whose fault it is
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drogonstone · 1 year
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The human heart is a beautiful thing. Human life is precious. I believe that, truly. And when I look at my life, I know I've been able to survive because of those ideals.
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