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MISS REI I AM MANIFESTING THE NICEST CUTEST AUTUMN LEAF WALK W U AND LEVI 🙏🙏 4 KIDS 3 DOGS 2 RABBITS!!! we r having a sleepover i am lying in bed kicking my feet listening to u talk pls tell me everything 🥺🤲 what kind of house do u have? mansion? cottage? does it have a field /garden ? are the sunsets nice?? are u n levi the kind of parents to put ur kids in matching sweaters or does everyone have their own vibes? pls give me levi x rei lore 🥺🤲🥺🤲

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 ANSWERING THIS BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE I KNOW I'LL GO ABSOLUTELY CRAZY SO

Well housing is expensive but in my ideal world... the Ackerman family live in a nice one-storey bungalow with a garden in front and a nice backyard!!! We have lots of flowers in the front and at the backyard we have our fruit trees, vegetables, and our herb garden.

Levi and I chose the house and interior ourselves. Our house is mainly white and minimalistic and Scandinavian, and it looks like an IKEA showroom because we both love white and wood hehe.

Renée, our oldest daughter, is six this year and hates it when Levi and I try to dress her up in matching colours with her siblings. She thinks we're old-fashioned 😂 she's really feminine and loves pretty things, so she doesn't like us making her wear autumn colours like brown, red, and burnt orange.

I love dressing Pierre and Léon, our two year old twin boys, in matching clothes all the time. Twins just look so cute when they're dressed in the same thing 🥺🥺 but obviously our boys have different personalities haha, so we try to dress them up in matching clothes less now.

Our youngest baby girl is Charlotte and she's only three months old 🤭 and yes indeed, we dress her up so that she can match her older brothers hehe. Maybe when she's older, we'll know if Renée and Charlotte have a similar vibe and taste in clothes 😂😂

We do have really nice sunsets here!!!! Sometimes we eat dinner at the backyard instead of in the living room. I love sunsets, so it always feels extra nice to watch the sunset and enjoy dinner together as a family!! The dogs love playing in the backyard too hehe, but we have to make sure they don't destroy our herbs and vegetables 😂

#namodawrites.asks #flamingblinglove.answers #namoda <3 #levi x rei #reivi #I AM SO #URGHHHHHHHH #thank u namoda here's a smooch for you mwah #i am sorry for going unhinged HAHAHAHAA #anyway i won't talk about the pets yet because it's too much info HAHAHAHA BUT PLEASE KNOW THAT I APPRECIATE YOU A LOT 🥺🥺

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cyril-leonhearts · 1 year

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I wrote a bunch of ~300 word drabbles based on that angst sentence post I reblogged earlier. Very fun for getting the creative juices flowing XPP

They’re all based on my ocs and different scenarios. TW for angst, self harm, child death, and murder

“So stupid of me to think you actually cared,” Portia spat the words out. “That you could love me when I’m not locked up, killing myself for your precious Songstresses.”

“Portia that’s not…” Lovel started to say, desperation breaking her voice.

"Not true? How can it not be, when you elect to treat me like so? To treat me as if I’m some child in need of constant direction or a frail flower that simply cannot comprehend the outside world.” She clenched her hands into fists. “You don’t love me, Lovel. You love the idea of me in your head. Someone in constant need of rescuing to make yourself feel better.”

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She wanted to scream at Portia that it simply wasn’t true. She did love her, despite everything she would always love her. She wanted to yell back that maybe it was Portia that didn’t love her. That she saw her as a way out, someone to command as all the priestesses did to those considered lower than them. But, she refused to voice such an idea. There would be no point in doing so now. Her feelings would simply be passed over as they always were.

She grasped at the sleeve of Portia’s dress. Just a touch of the cloth. Of anything. She would hold it on her knees, pleading into it if that would make her look at her. She would press her lips against the tips of Portia’s shoes if that would convince her of her love. Her fingers touched nothing. Portia pulled away, shaking her head. Behind the veil covering her eyes, her gaze certainly burned with hate.

“Do not touch me.”

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I should have known. I should have known all along. Icarus spat blood onto the theater floor. She’d bitten her tongue hard this time, enough to split the organ and coat her mouth till all she could taste was iron. Of course Albatross would do this to her. He’d leave her like he always did.

It’s nothing new, so why was it bothering her this time? She wiped at her lips, red smearing across the back of her hand. Already, heat filled her mouth, tongue healing. She wished it wouldn’t. At times like these, she hated her immortal body. No one ever took her seriously when she complained of pain. Her cuts healed in minutes and limbs regenerated after being lobbed off. Even when she flung herself off a building it was laughed off because that’s what Icarus does!

She couldn’t show she was hurt. Not really.

At least she thought Albatross took her seriously. When she was hurt, he rubbed at her back till she fully healed. If it was faster for her to die, well, she wouldn’t trust anyone else to kill her painlessly. He spouted off flowery nonsense of being partners, of being tied up by forces stronger than fate. He made her really believe that she was worth something when they were together.

Then he left. Like he did before. Again and again.

Icarus pulled at her hair, yanking red strands out in fistfuls. She screamed, the noise battering against the empty theater. She stamped her foot and scratched at her face and arms till pale skin became red. Blood spilled across the wood in furious lines. Still, she continued to tear at herself. At all the places he held her, she scratched and bit.

When would anyone ever take her pain seriously?

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“You have to believe me. I didn't mean for this to happen,” The Spirit of the Strings cried. They scrambled across the floor, trying and failing to stand up. Their form flickered, ornate human body becoming a being of pure light, eye searing and dangerous, before settling to their most common form— the one the two first met in. Their voice rose, strained and high pitched, “I didn’t know they’d die! I didn’t… I didn’t want for them to die!”

Diane hardly heard them. She stared at the bodies, so many of them, all so young, and felt her heart plummet. In the end, she hadn’t been able to save them. She hadn’t been quick enough, smart enough to…

“I didn’t know humans died so easily. You have to believe me.”

Had they been aware they were dying? Did the children really understand that by falling asleep that final time at the Spirit’s bidding, that they wouldn’t wake up? Diane buried her head in her hand, trying miserably to shake the feeling away. She felt like throwing up. She felt like curling up and not moving. More than that, she felt such a deep sadness that it was her fault.

She was supposed to rescue them. Everyone trusted her to save them.

Behind her, the Spirit continued to babble. She failed to stand, instead crawling her way towards her. Hands grasped at her pant legs, tugging incessantly. When that failed to get a reaction, she tore at the hand still rested at her side, placing it into her own. Her bones cracked beneath the pressure

“Get away from me.” Diane yelled, hoarse. She yanked her hand away from the Spirit, backing away until her legs failed. She fell to the floor in a heap. “Stay away you murderer!”

Still, she screamed and begged for understanding. That she hadn’t meant for this to happen. That they never wanted to kill the kids.

Diane wished from the depths of their soul, that it had been the Spirit to die.

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Cardinal pressed a hand against the wound. It came back red. He blinked at the color, then at the wound in his abdomen. Red, blood he realized, seeped from beneath his jacket and over his side in a lazy pool.

He was dying. The thought struck him suddenly. Not violently. He was too tired for violence at this moment. It came, a gentle hand against his side to remind him that he too was mortal and would die. Lying back, Cardinal felt a gasp escape his throat, far too wet and red to be considered good.

He’d never felt afraid of red before. It was his color. The one he commanded to defend his people, his family. Yet, laid in the dirt, a coldness creeping along his body, seeping from beneath his skin to the very roots of his bones, he felt fear. He had no command over this red, his blood. It spilled across his fingers against his will.

“You are my biggest regret,” he managed to say. The words fell flat in the air. Dropped unceremoniously, uncaring to the one who’d struck the blow. Elise watched him, eyes dull.

"You’re mine too. So die faster, will you?”

No. I regret everything. I regret not teaching you better. For not being a better brother. For leaving you to rot in prison. I should have taken your place. I would have taken your place. I swear I would have, if only they would have let me. He didn’t have the strength to tell her. His head lolled to the side. Mud mixed with his blood filled his vision.

Red truly was an awful color. He hoped she never saw red again after he was gone.

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“I’ve never been wanted. Not really. Not by anyone.” Alima struck a string on the guitar. It warbled, then died. She struck a different string. She didn’t mean to say it aloud. Those sorts of thoughts were not said aloud. Certainly not to Mal.

It must be something in the Earth air. Before, on the Blessed Isles, she wouldn’t have said such a personal thing. Physically, she would have been unable to. Alima was a device, something to merely control the weather for the personal enjoyment of those aboveground. She didn’t have emotions. Wasn’t supposed.

“As a person. The queen loved the devices for our utility. But, she never saw us more than that. A thing to control. I wasn’t meant to be a person… never was designed for such capabilities. So… I’ve never been wanted beyond the need for a sunny day,” Alima clarified. The guitar felt very heavy in her hands all of a sudden. She wanted to place it down, but instead her grip tightened on the neck. She was unable to feel the rough bite of the metal strings. She’d played string instruments for a couple thousand years at this point. Her finger pads were beyond calloused.

“Beyond all your magical capabilities, the thing I admire most about you is your ability to grow. Devices weren’t created to feel, but here you are, lamenting your past. Understanding how cruel the queen was- is to your family.” Mal placed one arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. He wasn’t much taller than her, yet in that moment he engulfed her entirely. “I want you Alima. I’m your brother now and I want you to know I will always be at your side.”

Warmth bloomed around her. She tucked her head further into his shoulder, eyes suspiciously wet. For what reason, she didn’t understand. Not yet, at least.

#my writing #drabbles #ocs #Icarus #Cardinal #Alima Brooks #oh fuck I don't have tags for Portia and Lovel #urghhhhhhhh #I need to come up with name for their story #ANYWAYS I really enjoyed these #might do a bunch more because writing with my ocs is funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn #suggest more either ocs or non ocs and i'll def do the

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