#poll rigging

treebark keeping warm in the winter if you so desire to write it<3

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"Is that mine?" "It's green," says Ren, in lieu of a proper answer. "Ah, yeah, fair point," says Martyn. "You know you can just ask me to come cuddle, right? You don't have to steal my hoodie." "What if I want to steal your hoodie?" Martyn snickers. His boyfriend has the unfortunate habit of nicking every item of clothing Martyn owns that's even remotely warm and comfortable. It's not a problem, per se, but it is adorable. "As long as you're not stealing it to sell on Depop." "I would never!" Ren defends. "Good!" "Now, eBay, on the other paw…"

may I ask for either Pi-Rats or majorwood?

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"What's funny?" The captain snickers. "Your little face! It's adorable!" "Alright, fair," Mratyn admits. "I just missed you, Lieutenant. Let me give you a smooch." He scampers over, past the conversation Ratman and Ratchela and Ros are having, and plants one right on Mratyn's lips. It sets him all aflutter, admittedly - he honest-to-goodness swoons, so overcome is he by affection. "Oh, lovestruck! I'm knocked off my feet." It's wild. He's never felt like this about the other characters he's played alongside; this genuine crushing investment, like he's got way more than three months' connection with Ren - Jaque - the captain - whatever.

I humbly request some Shadowrot as I hope for a Shadowrot treebark final showdown in which I combust at the end

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Ser Cleo keeps their Queen at arm's length. They know, after all, the legends of her cruelty - her willingness to cast aside alliances in the name of her own twisted sense of greater good. They have watched as the Shadow Queen purses her lips and taps her fingernails against her china teacup and demands that her knight remove naysayers from the table. So they do not let themself fall for her beauty, her charisma, her wiles. They keep their wits about them, their dagger within reach, and they keep a vial of poison hung around their neck. Just in case.

a small something from the 24 lines or less universe?

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Scott: ohhhhhhh my godddddd Me: What Scott: CLEO i need to be euthanized like yesterday Me: What happened Scott: so i told you martyns into ren now right Me: Yep Scott: well APPARENTLY i overestimated martyns ability to be proactive Me: Oh God Scott: yeag Scott: which is to say i maaaay have tried to approach ren about it Me: Oh no Scott: and i got ahead of myself and he has no idea. Scott: so basically kill me Me: Okay. Well don't tell Bdubs that or I owe him a coke Scott: youre not gonna comfort me?? Me: Nah ;)

Could I ask for a smallidarity esmp2 drabble? you can also make them lesbians if you want but I’m leaving that up to you

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"What're you doing?" Jimmy looks up - it's Joel, come to bother her, as usual. "Nothing." "No, really." "It's, er - I'm redoing my stairs. 'Cos I built them before I -" she gestures to herself, made plastic, made small "- y'know." Joel lets out a single sharp laugh. "Yeah, sorry about that." "No, you're not." "Yeah, I'm not." Joel falls silent. Jimmy returns to her carpentry. "… D'you need any help?" "No," she says on instinct. "Wouldn't expect you to be able to do work this fine." "My work's perfectly fine, thank you," says Joel. "Alright - hold the plank steady, then." Reluctantly, he does.

One drabble, if you please!!!

NEVERMIND THE POLL IS STILL OPEN VOTE KATHGEMPEARL ‼️‼️

Cleo can't help but smile. Gem's leaning into her sniffer egg, intent, eyes wide and earnest. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for it to hatch!"

She sounds so sweet; Cleo feels her unbeating heart flip. "And you need to be five centimetres away from it to do that?"

"Well, what if there's a crack, I don't wanna miss that!"

"Come on, love," Cleo sighs, "you can take a break. It's not like you're gonna miss its first steps."

then again do u really need it to verify i yawningawning voted for obscure yuri over obscure yaoi

kathgempearl bribe drabbles uhhhh gimme that music au 💥 be it kathgempearl or variations thereof

"Oh my goodness, what is this!"

"Flowers," Pearl grins, holding two bouquets of sunset orange and peachy pink.

"Get inside," Gem hisses, ushering her past the two of them, "I cannot believe you!"

Once they're safe from prying eyes or passing cameras, she breathes out. Katherine puts a hand on her shoulder. "Breathe, honey, it's fine. Are you okay?"

"Yes," she exhales, "I just get - nervous."

"Sorry I freaked you out," says Pearl.

"It's fine! Thank you!" She takes her flowers. "They're beautiful."

"You're beautiful," Pearl insists.

"And it's so sweet of you," adds Katherine. "We're lucky to have you."

can i get. some nature wives. love those guys !!

thanks <333

The new Shelby is a cool Shelby, Katherine has to say. Like, she's never professed to being cool herself, but Shelby absolutely considered herself a loser for the vast majority of the time that they knew one another, so it's kind of weirdcool to see her suddenly so confident.

Silver-white locks tumble over her shoulders as she mulls over a coffee, served by an overenthusiastic Sausage who's peeping from the corner and... vibrating? But, y'know, that's Sausage.

Shelby delivers a very casual comment about her magical development, and Katherine nods, taking in none of it. She's just too ho-

... Cool.