This Is Super Gorgeous!

Yeah, Irene gets up to a lot of shenanigans.

Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?

Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]

Irene:

Irene: Well, that’s part of it.

That would definitely be fun! 😂

so do we like/want smut in this fandom corner? I'm trying to decide what to write first when I am so super late in joining...

We need to be aware of this more

talk about yemen. talk about the 63,000 yemeni children that died of preventable causes. talk about how the UN dubbed it “ the world’s largest humanitarian crisis ”. talk about US’ major role in backing Saudi Arabia’s bombing. talk! talk! talk! this needs to get the deserved and much needed attention.

Sugary things all the way. If you give me an unlimited supply of crunchies, monster munch and maltesers I can conquer the world!

Buying so many writing snacks on my way home from work. I need biscuits and sugary things, no I don't want to be healthy, I want to be so sugar fueled that I write like Byron only he was fond of a different white powder that I don't want to try, also imagine me, a dorky idiot trying to buy drugs. They'd laugh at me and I'd get upset

🌈🌈 some ancient lesbian ladies (lesbian, as from the island of lesbos. also lesbian as in gay)

Oh, that sounds really lovely, I’m just about to start in to some chocolate eclairs which is a treat. Cake person is an excellent way to be known.

Oh she a beauty

Gorgeous Ineeffable husbands!

big ol twitter doodle dump bc i never post anything on here oopsies

Vale more than anyone knows he’s not a sensible person in charge.

Li Ming: where is everybody?

Vale: Irene had a nervous collapse, Kai is looking after her, Silver went back to bed, and I’m in charge.

Li Ming: fuck.

Vale: i know right?

This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!

Suggested by @pictishdolphinbookworm22

"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."

"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.

"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"

"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."

"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"

Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.

"How rude."

"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"My hand was dirty."

"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"

"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.

"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.

"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"

"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.

"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."

"Shout for help."

"Pardon?"

"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."

"Why would that work?"

"I saw it in a movie."

"A what?" He sighed.

"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"

"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."

"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.

"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.

"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.

"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.

"Let's get out of here."

Remus and Lily had the best friendship and nothing can change my mind