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IT’S GIVEAWAY TIME, BITCHES! I haven’t done this in a few months but 500 followers is hella!

So let’s get to the giveaway

FIRST PLACE (1x)

  • 50 icons of any fc of your choice
  • A starter for any sort of roleplay you want (angst, fluff, possibly smut)
  • A drabble featuring any ship/situation you want sans possibly smut for personal reasons
  • A promo every day for a week
  • My eternal love and devotion

SECOND PLACE (3x)

  • 25 icons of any fc of your choice
  • A starter for almost any sort of roleplay you want (angst, fluff, no smut)
  • A promo every day for a three days
  • My eternal love and devotion

THIRD PLACE (5x)

  • 10 icons of any fc of your choice
  • A starter for almost any sort of roleplay you want (angst, fluff, no smut)
  • A promo
  • My eternal love and devotion

EXAMPLES

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RULES

  • You need to be following me. That’s the point. I suppose you can follow me after the creation of this giveaway and reblog and be eligible, but if you leave after it’s over, I’ll cry. And that’ll be on your soul forever and ever.
  • You can reblog this as much as you want. I don’t care. Each reblog counts as 1 entry.
  • Likes don’t count because I said so and it gets confusing for me
  • You must have your askbox open for communication purposes.
  • I’ll choose a winner October 1st

Once again, thank you!

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Trashy TV : Cherise’s Reactions While Unwell

Cherise was fairly certain Discovery Channel was supposed to be educational. Edutainment, right? That was sort of the premise of how she saw teaching. It was fun yet you left feeling enlightened and knowing so much more.

This wasn’t the Discovery Channel she knew under the curse. She was starting to wish she was still under the curse.

With various other family members pitching in while she was struggling with her kidneys again, she was alone and couch bound. Now she was suffering under some show called ‘Naked and Afraid’.

"Are you kidding me? Oh my god…" She squeaked out while her eyes, burning and weary, were fixed on the tv. "It’s a coral reef…and it’s all hangin’ out… What the frick do they think is gonna happen? She’s gonna burn her boobs in the suuuuun!"

Cherise tried to hide under her blanket, then felt the need to stare at the tv. “You do NOT go to an island to just chill in the buff! Oh my god…” She tried to search for the remote control but found it missing. Trying to sit up was torture on her tiny body, but she managed after a few minutes. With sweat covering her forehead, she located the remote taking refuge under the coffee table, perhaps also hiding from the programming on tv.

"Oh my god, I’ll just wait until Archie comes back with Kiernan…" She collapsed back on the couch and stared up in defeat at the tv.

"You stupid idiot, she made a hat! Make a hat out of leaves if you don’t want your balls burnt! Uuugh!"

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ooc: Oh my god. Nope, I need to post something in character for what I’m seeing because my inner Cherise just made the worst noises and she’s so unhappy.

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" Mrs. Hopper? I had a nightmare. "

ASKED BY Anonymous.

itsybitsymonster:

grumblygardens:

"Tell me all about it, dearest. You know if you speak your wishes, there isn’t a slightest possibility of it coming true… And don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. I was already up. Archie ran out for my medications and I’m waiting for him." Cherise stood up from her spot in the easy chair. Her back popped, causing a frown, but the moment she settled her eyes on Luna, she was all smiles.

"We’ll talk all about that nasty nightmare and I’ll do a nightmare-be-gone ritual to keep them from trying to sneak back in. C’mere. Sit with me, Luna…"

" He came and found me. And he was hurting you. Like every time he hurt you, it would hurt me but I was so worried about you. And I kept begging him to stop and he…. wouldn’t! He just wouldn’t stop! " Tears flooded from her eyes and down her cheeks.



Cherise disliked nightmares. They came for her every night and would shake her awake to a point where she would have to occupy her waking moments with lovingly watching over her children and husband to be sure they were well. Hearing her child’s troubles deeply wounded her heart. She took Luna into her arms and held her in a loving and firm embrace. It was gentle enough to be a soothing hug, but firm enough to be a mother’s bear hug. Cherise didn’t want to let go. She knew that when she had her own nightmares, all she wanted was to know she wasn’t alone and everything was well.

"I’m okay, Luna. See me now? Everything is okay and he is far from us. There is plenty to protect me… And he wouldn’t be wise to cross me right now. I have things to protect me." She ran her fingers through Luna’s hair, then peppered her forehead with kisses. "It’s alright, love. Oh, cry all you need to. You’ll feel better once you do. Just don’t get sick! You won’t feel better then! Oooh, I’m so sorry… But I’m okay. And you’re okay. We’re all okay… Shall I get you some water? Cookies? Anything your heart desires, little love…"

It was hard not to cry. When her children hurt, Cherise found herself hurting for them. If Luna couldn’t smile, Cherise found it hard to smile as well. If one child was unhappy, then what was the point of having happiness if not to try to make them happy? 

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A Royal Affair | @adoctorsconscience

adoctorsconscience:

Jiminy nodded and smiled as bravely as he could. Part of him felt it was inadvisable to agree to what she asked, to have anything more to do with her at all. But another part of him was so inexplicably saddened by the concept of never seeing or interacting with her again. 

He didn’t think it was a rule he’d ever be able to abide by. She had already grown on him. 

Even so, he tried to keep away as long as he could…but that ended up being only a matter of a couple days as he had to return to do a proper check up. He had never looked so forward to something in his life. 

Jiminy knew better than to get too invested…but after all, a cat could still look at a queen. 

"How are you feeling today?" he asked as he came in, trying to seem nonchalant- and probably failing. 

Days parted had felt more like years. The young queen had felt much like a wounded and diseased animal. Of all days, now she felt most unwanted. They fed her, of course. There had been broth and light foods, but no one came to visit. They told her it would overstimulate her. The king was too busy, they said. It felt like some grand scheme to make her miserable.

As Jiminy entered, the pale being’s eyes lit up. She sat up slowly and pulled the bedsheets over her thin body.

"You kept your promise," She whispered. A smile graced her face and brought back life to her where isolation, sadness, and weakness had taken the spark away. Color slowly returned to her cheeks. "I haven’t really seen anyone since you left. Oh, I feel so much better now… Much better. You came back. I thought perhaps you’d think me being wingless was repulsive… You…you came back."

Thumbelina was slowly coming back to life. She was still weakened by the poison, but Jiminy’s prior work had saved her and done much to keep her alive. Lina’s eyes began to sparkle and pool over with tears. One by one, they trickled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I was frightened… I’m so tired…”

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" Mrs. Hopper? I had a nightmare. "

ASKED BY Anonymous.

itsybitsymonster:

grumblygardens:

"Tell me all about it, dearest. You know if you speak your wishes, there isn’t a slightest possibility of it coming true… And don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. I was already up. Archie ran out for my medications and I’m waiting for him." Cherise stood up from her spot in the easy chair. Her back popped, causing a frown, but the moment she settled her eyes on Luna, she was all smiles.

"We’ll talk all about that nasty nightmare and I’ll do a nightmare-be-gone ritual to keep them from trying to sneak back in. C’mere. Sit with me, Luna…"

" It was about my father…. "

Luna frowned, watching Cherise standing. At once her heart sunk at the frown on her newly-found mother’s lips.

Hearing Luna’s description, Cherise’s arms immediately opened to the child for an embrace. Comfort would be needed, nay, required for such a nightmare. She remembered her brush with Luna’s father and disliked the man greatly. It would be a long time before Luna could rid herself of his memory, if she could even do so completely. Even Cherise had trouble forgetting her own nightmares when it came to the horrors she had faced from the fairy court, and that was when Kevin’s princely self had been a distorted form. He was a changed person now, but the memories would always remain.

"Sit with Mama. Tell me all about it… We’ll make it disappear into the night air. I’m sorry you had nightmares. Everyone should have good dreams. Pleasant dreams…"

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" Mrs. Hopper? I had a nightmare. "

ASKED BY Anonymous.

"Tell me all about it, dearest. You know if you speak your wishes, there isn’t a slightest possibility of it coming true… And don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. I was already up. Archie ran out for my medications and I’m waiting for him." Cherise stood up from her spot in the easy chair. Her back popped, causing a frown, but the moment she settled her eyes on Luna, she was all smiles.

"We’ll talk all about that nasty nightmare and I’ll do a nightmare-be-gone ritual to keep them from trying to sneak back in. C’mere. Sit with me, Luna…"

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{mirgaines suck cos it feels like anail is going in each eye and coming out of your brain stem, that and the flashing rainbow halo that makesit impossible to see

ASKED BY loganweaponx.

ooc: X_X Mmmhm.

And I get it on one side most of the time with the anvil of pressure that just goes HEY LAY DOWN FOR A WHILE. STAY RIGHT HERE. YEAH DON’T MOVE. NAAAH SON YOU DIDN’T NEED TO DO NOTHING TODAY.

But the feel good meds kicked in.

…Which make me eat everything in the house…but that’s okay because MIGRAINES SUCK.

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ooc: I’m up early because migraines suck. I mean it’s gone now, but migraines suck so much. They suck so bad?

HOW BAD DO THEY SUCK?

Paralyzing pain that causes your brain to “forget” you have other chronic conditions. Trippy!

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stopunderestimatingme:

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"Embrace this life; I’m not content with it. Saying yes to a man that could have been old enough to be my father just to have a few moments. No, to have had somethin’ to eat. No one cared about me. Only Will did and I left him so that I would never go hungry again. I would have money, the status just came with the package. No, I didn’t embrace this life. It was the only thin’ I c’uld do to survive. I lost the thin’ I loved most. I ran from my negligent and emotionally abusive mother just to be wit’ him and in the end all we did was talk ab’ut food. We stole just en’uff to get by a few hours but our l’uv was smokin’ out. You can’t live on dreams and songs and words. I choose not to die in an unmared grave by my lovers side. I just want’d to stop living day by day and start livin’ ."

She felt a twitch of anger bowling under the surface as she spoke. “N’uthin’ every came easy fer me. I had to fight, get my h’nds d’urty and just be everythin’ I never wanted to be.” Anastasia sighed, “Since the moment you chose what you wanted you h’ve nev’ur been n’uthin’ . I’m human, who cares. You h’ve more than I will ever h’ve. And even with y’ur…y’ur …I of anythin’ I just wan’d to be f’rgiven. I have long since giv’n up, s’urry. “



Cherise stared at Anastasia for a long time, then began to laugh softly. Neither life was the right choice. She would have rather starve than be abused. It was something they both had in common: they ran away for a brighter future. Sure, Cherise may have had to cut her own corners and the queen before her had to forfeit her own joys.

"…We’re very much alike. We just had a few trades to make to survive. The fairy prince terrorized me. I forgot my name for a period of time. Abuse isn’t…I…I understand. I might have had a good mother looking after me when I needed her, but… I was a toy for a prince. So I ran. You needed to eat. A little power came with it and you got to demand respect. People…never respected me. Not as a person. They thought and said terrible things. Sometimes to my face! Even if the prince thought I was pretty… I would never be his equal. So I ran."

She beamed at Anastasia. Something seemed to come to life within her as she studied the young woman and offered her sympathetic glances. “They called me nothing. You are…one of the very few to think of me as something. You have worked. You needed to. You saw opportunities. You took them. It’s the sign that you are good at business. A good head on your shoulders. Sometimes a dream isn’t enough. Sometimes you need more. Support. A plan. Something stable. I mean, sure, we were a little hungry sometimes. But there was a roof. Come winter, we had enough stored to stay full. You don’t need forgiveness. You need understanding. I understand…because I was there, once. I just went down the path that opened up for me. You went down the other path. Neither were wrong!”

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"Don't touch me!"

ASKED BY grumblygardens.

powercanbefleeting:

powercanbefleeting:

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" I don’t need to touch you, to make you scream."

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"You make this almost unsatisfying; I don’t care what you are or your ailments. All I know is that your voice is grating and you seem to love to ramble on and on about what’s wrong with you. Though I must infer the latter is a shorter list."

"Okay so self-depreciating humor, acceptance of your limits, and sarcasm doesn’t register with you. I’m going to speak very, very slowly so maybe your pea brained mind can understand this. Okay ready?" Cherise drew in a very long and exaggerated breath.

"I am not…an immortal being anymore…and in being mortal, things happen…and I have to rely on help…and that is okay…okay…" Each syllable was spoken painfully slow and she crossed her eyes. Despite the danger she knew was before her, something urged her to poke the proverbial hornet’s nest with the biggest and pointiest stick she could find.

Though she snorted and did so with the most unlady-like of noises. “SHORT! YEP! Short list! I’m on it. Lookie, lookie! No, seriously. I gotta pee. You wanna make this encounter brief or do you want me to leave a black puddle on your feet?”

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ooc: Hi. I had a really bad mental day.

And my next trip to the hospital is Monday. I guess I’ll be okay but mentally, I’m not doing so well. So I guess this just means I’m not great right now but I’ll be okay.

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ooc: *passes out* X_X Uuuugh too sleepy.

Also hand is hurty.

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"I don't want to hurt you... Actually, that's a lie."

ASKED BY powercanbefleeting.

powercanbefleeting:

grumblygardens:


"You want to hurt me? You really want to hurt me? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond to that. You’d really attack someone that much weaker in strength than yourself? Do you take pleasure in holding glass over an ant hill for the sun to burn the helpless creatures? Do you pluck the wings off butterflies or blow smoke under glass to suffocate them?"

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"Forgive me for assuming that kindness should be offered to your lot. Next time I won’t make that mistake again. " He perked a brow, "A colony? How magnificent. Can’t fight your own battles then I take it. You must impose on others. How wonderful to have that sort of talent where at your call people drop their own problems to pull you out of a row."

Jafar cleared his throat. “You annoy me, that’s enough of a reason to want you gone. From the very beginning all you’ve carved is pity. I don’t have any for anyone. I’m fresh out- but if you’d like me to pick on someone else I will. I’ll make sure to tell her you sent me that way so she knows it was you that engineered her death.” 



"When have you actually shown me kindness?! When you make threats like this, is that kindness? That you’ll go find an innocent person because a sickly bodied person told you to stop? Because I don’t have the means to fight? All I have are my words." Cherise brought her fist to her lips again. This time, she coughed into it.

She rubbed at her lower back, then shook her head in exasperation. “I don’t want your pity. I want to live in peace with my family. I want to raise my family and care for them until my body gives out. You have your business. I have mine. Mine is that I have many loved ones. I need them and they need me. It’s what we do. If you were doing this to them, you can bet I would be there, even in the sorry state that I’m in!”

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"Unless you're here to apologize, go away."

ASKED BY stopunderestimatingme.

stopunderestimatingme:

grumblygardens:


"If I don’t know what I did, how can I try to make things right? I don’t even believe I know your name. Unless you knew me a long time ago… The problem is, sometimes it’s hard for me to remember."

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"I learned that the hard way. I gave up the one thing I shouldn’t h’ve all for the chance to eat, to live, and be sum’thin I would never be… you were a princess?" She furrowed her brows finding that unexpected. "We’re very different, y’ur happy with your laughter and your children. You have a speck of s’umthin’ I will never have." She smacked her lips feeling petty. "I will not got hungry, never again. As long as my body draws breath I will do what I have to-to stay alive. Being queen is what allows me that. But all I want is one small glimmer of hope that….never mind. Regrets are disturbing things."



Cherise winced at an invisible pain, then slowly urged herself to look at Anastasia. She shrugged lopsidedly and tilted her head. “I’m a simple woman. Jewels and dresses didn’t please me. Power didn’t satisfy me. I was a half fairy playing a part not made for me. The prince was unkind and every day was…hell. I was going to be his princess, but I ran away from duty and responsibility. I didn’t embrace this life you had. I found I loved a cricket. Eventually we became mortal. It took twenty-eight years for us to find each other again…”

She tugged uncomfortably on her clothes and began to breathe heavily. “I didn’t mind being hungry some nights. We’re not hungry now… My husband is a proper provider… But it seems I’m cursed to be a princess. The cricket, my husband? His brother is that prince. They had never met. Now we’re all dealing with this, forgive the phrasing, bovine excrement. We’re afraid. Our strength is each other and our children. I guess the point is, there’s always hope. Even when things are bleak. Sometimes I think I wasn’t fated for those good things I do have. I’m sort of living someone else’s life when I do have a nice thing happen…” Cherise wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her eyes from the Red Queen. Her voice dropped softly.

"Your highness, I’m nothing special. I’m just a half fairy. My body is weak and sickly. I just simply live to spite my naysayers and I live because I am deeply in love. I have a duty to take after the children who wander into my life. Everyone has a duty. It’s just finding it and carrying these things out until your bones ache too much." Cherise let out a deep sigh. "But I have to say, sometimes this tiny little body starts to cry out for me to stop walking sometimes. Never give up, your highness. Never."

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