#callmeshei

Do it for her

No matter what kind of outfit or scene she's she just so fucking pretty what the FUCK. Aphrodite's got NOTHING on Lil Miss Burbank.

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have you seen this au? as the resident queen of zoerumi slowly pspspsing Mira into their polycule it seems like it'd be your thing.

oooh no i hadn't seen this!! thank you for sending it along!

i hope they do post more about this au because i'm intrigued!!

dunno if it's already been asked, but can Oz detect the time travellers being time travellers?

He can’t DETECT them as in he doesn’t just instinctively know if people around him have traveled in time. Like if the Rusted Knight showed up at Beacon he wouldn’t immediately be like “Oh hey, that guy was sent back in time twenty to thirty years”

However, since he’s been doing the “older soul in a younger body” thing for centuries, he does recognize some of the behaviors that Jaune and Weiss don’t even realize they’re displaying

Flinches to things they should no reason to know about, a shadow in their eyes that shouldn’t be there, biting their tongue when certain questions are asked. Certain actions that their innocent seventeen year old self would never have taken.

Jaune Arc, supposedly a boy with forged transcripts and no skills, having honed Aura abilities and the battle instincts of a warrior. Weiss Schnee, unable to summon as reported by James, bringing a spectral knight to fight by her side as easy as breathing. Both of them clinging far too fiercely to friends they should only have met a day or two ago

Zoey plans a surprise romantic evening for her girls. Things don’t work out.

The prompts in my inbox haunt me. I've had the outline for this one sitting around for a long long time, so I figured it should be the first I tackle this year. Gonna push myself back into the writing flow if it's the last thing I do.

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

"I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

Hubert woke up warm, his nose buried in a field of lavender. The events of the last few days caught up with him-- and a smile curved his lips before he pressed a kiss into that lavender.

Bernadetta did not wake. She only gave a low hum and pulled the quilt closer. Hubert sat up-- slowly so as not to rouse her-- and simply watched Bernadetta sleep. They'd had hundreds of mornings together, both during and after the war. But this morning was different. This was his first morning with his wife, Bernadetta.

The last week had been a whirlwind of fittings and greeting guests and last minute meetings and feasting and music-- yet one memory stuck out to Hubert in starkest relief: Bernadett'a expression after Emperor Edelgard had declared them married. Bernadetta had squeezed Hubert's hand and looked up at him through watery eyes, her smile shaking with nerves but wide with joy.

A soft sound snapped Hubert back to their bed. Bernadetta blinked sluggishly, stretched her legs under the blankets, and rolled onto her back.

"Good morning," Hubert said.

Whoa..