We will occasionally hear information about Malleus’ sole blood relative, his grandmother.
We learn she has impressed upon him that barging in somewhere uninvited is the height of rudeness, taught him that humans often fear them told him tales of the Scalding Sands (“But we haven’t heard much about the country since things became peaceful here”), and more.
Malleus mentions receiving cufflinks, cards and rose seeds for his birthday, saying that he cannot help but admire her thoughtfulness.
Malleus says that Lilia and his grandmother are the only people who ruffle his hair in a certain way.
He says “having siblings seems rather complicated” after discussing their families with Trey and Cater, but follows with, “one should treat their family with respect.”
Malleus also says his childhood was so long ago that he can barely remember any of it now.
In an extremely rare reference to his parents, Malleus wonders they, his grandmother and Lilia toiled in the hopes of giving their descendants a happy, peaceful life.
Sebek says that while his grandfather has shared many tales of heroics about the Draconia family and Lilia, they never spoke much about Malleus’ mother Maleanor, or about how Malleus’ parents died:
“I've read many books to gain a greater understanding of Briar Valley and our ruler…but hardly any of them touched upon such topics.”
In Book 7 we learn that Maleanor was the princess of the Land of Briar 400 years ago (before it became Briar Valley).
Maleanor was his grandmother, Maleficia’s, only child and a key figure in the country’s defense, as well as the commander of the royal guard.
Lilia describes Maleanor as so powerful that the rest of them combined would not stand a chance against her:
“She's also unruly, quick to start fights, selfish, and irascible...not to mention incredibly spiteful. Lady Maleanor is Briarland's most menacing figure.”
Lilia says she'd complain about food, refusing to eat jerky when they were children until Raverne stewed it for her:
“And of course she fawned over Raverne all the while, making passive-aggressive remarks like, ‘You're the only one I can depend on.’ ...maybe that's where the difference between him and me lies. And here I was the one to actually bring the food.”
my mom got me this little thing and im obsessed with him.... little creature..
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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.
thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3
wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!
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trey listening to audio porn while baking. he blanks out and after a while realizes he’s caressing the lumps of dough a bit too sensually.
am i insane
anon....i had immediate war flashbacks to those men on insta/tiktok who finger-fuck raw chicken breasts and i hope u know that im sobbing .
please , , , not him licking a piece of frosting off his finger post-baking and him tracing his tongue around it it bc he got struck by the image that it was your finger , , , kneading the dough a touch too roughly bc he's imagining it's your thigh/chest , , , feeling weird filling eclairs/buns with custard , , ,
when he tells the heartslabyul students his baked goods are made with love he Means it LMAO
I've noticed this a lot more lately online as the years go by, and it's hard to put it into words, but... It seems like most people have started viewing literally everything as "problematic". You wanna talk to your friends? You're toxic and you shouldn't expect their downtime. You like dark themes? Well, you probably like that irl too and you should be arrested 😊
Like, I really don't understand- 😭
It's lowkey cringe but Jolyne's one of my heroes lmao. Like not only do I wanna work out to be strong and protect loved ones and stuff like she did, but Jolyne's determination and resilience makes me wanna be a better person.
When I don't wanna go to work or do chores or don't wanna work out even a little, I'll go "Jolyne never gave up on her goals, no matter how hard it got. I've
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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
They have the live streaming service, why tf are they concerned about it being kid friendly all of a sudden?
Minors DNI Not much about me,my interests change rather frequently. Horny and wholesome hours. I'm just gonna post random stuff or anything interesting that happened during the day. She/her 19+ Ask me anything
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