Babe. [Guy who got in a fight with a tree and whose hair suffered for it] @vonbigly.bsky.social

You are the kindest, most loving and devoted partner I could ever ask for, and the closest companion for my life, both platonic and romantic.

I do, because if you look at your collar, the spell is still active. It’s holding you by the shirt still. You are standing. Ergo, I did not drop you. Now leave. [FINALLY the spell is released. Since he is standing and cannot argue the point much more.]

He insulted my husband, I had every right to kick him out. If I was visiting him and insulted Ingrid, I’d expect him to kick me out.

That I have no standards because I picked you.

Your feet touched the ground before i released the spell, check your facts.

I did not throw him, nor did I drop him. And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.

I set you on the ground, lying looks horrible on you.

Path of least effort, why did you expect anything else from me?

Gently levitated. The door would take too long and he was irking me to no end.

Caspar, it’s only a first story window. [And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]

[FORCIBLY LEVITATING SYLVAIN OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW.]

[A few more seconds of stifling the fire that is Sylvain, then..] Get out of my house. [At least he can breathe.]

[And suddenly? Sylvain will no longer be able to breathe, the air simply refusing to enter his lungs.] I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.

Oh, honey, I’m gay. That means I have standards.

Don’t clap back, you look ridiculous. [Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]

Why are you so agitated over this? Is it because my husband is showing concern, but you’re fighting with your wife?

My husband brought fruit so we did not play all night on an empty stomach, do you mean for me to reject his concern?

[And the second point in a row is also Lin’s. Three each.] Mine, again.

[Now that his attention is back on the original side, the opposite gets a play, as Linhardt takes an apple slice…and eats it.]

[It’s a double fake, he’s suggesting he looks at the other corner when really he should remain focused on the original side. And it works, the third point is Lin’s.]

[Damn. But Linhardt is unfazed, continuing to play with a level head. Nothing but the click of pieces as they move.]

[Complete silence, total focus. A move is made, and the match continues.] Yours.

Your move.

[Sets up the board.]

Ew, gross.

[ALREADY TYING UP HIS HAIR EVEN THOUGH HE’S ACTING LIKE HE’S NOT THROWING DOWN IN CHESS.] Honey get more coffee from Hubert for me.

I think he passed his time out effort, @herimperialmajesty.bsky.social

[Wearing the horrible attempt at a scarf] Everyone shut up my husband made this.

So no scarf…? 🥺

[Just this image with a book-shaped pillow Bernie made him.]

There is no such thing as too many pillows.

[Currently under ten blankets do not disturb]

I do need a new scarf…

Caspar, please stop trying to kinkshame Hubert, it doesn’t exactly work.

…-I’m going back to bed.

We have more taste in the Empire than that.

Her Majesty would never deign to entertain trash like you.

I hate helping to deliver babies… [He’s covered in blood and fainting immediately upon leaving the room. Ugh.]

I could just refuse to play midwife again.

Caspar my beloved my sweetness my angel

… “CASPER I NEED YOU TO PUNCH A MAN FOR ME!”

My father’s birthday is in two days, silly husband of mine.

I simply couldn’t be assed to care enough to.

The one who gives either Caspar or Ingrid his meat rations, since he’s a vegetarian.

“Angelica tea alright, or would you prefer something else? And quite the same, if only because I believe Felix needs to learn some manners.”

“I think I could use tea after witnessing them claw at each other like that…”