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Little puppy wants to be a lion

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the general and his loyal retainer leap into action!

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Forgot to post this but father son actually

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guys what if azul’s bed hair is just his hair sticking up like ursula’s

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more chaeyas

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big snuggly kitties

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mimi....

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mimimwamwamwa

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warm mimi..

ref

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wanted to draw jy training.. yea

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You frequently find yourself shying away from the conversation of a past life lover. Your friends, ever so chatty, liked to talk about how moles on your body represent the places your past lover kissed you the most.

But ... you didn't have any moles nor birthmarks.

When you told your friends this, they teased you. Said that maybe you didn't have a lover at all in a past life.

It was embarrassing to say the least and how Capitano found out about the conversation? You weren't sure, but you did know that he probably went looking for the answer since you've been sad lately.

"What- what are you doing?"

Your voice was shaky when your husband got you laid out on the bed before him. His body covering you as his fingers gently moved the strap of your nightgown down.

His mask was off, his hair hung loosely down, but it didn't stop him from leaning into you to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

"I think here would be good, but where else would you want one?"

"H- huh?"

He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes shining in the dim light of your shared bedroom.

"I want to show people how you were loved in this life in the next."

Ah-

You looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

"Then kiss me everywhere."

You hoped you would meet him in the next life too.

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"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc

bro was discombobulated

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it’s them 🥹 (my favorite sillies)

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Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Malleus

The next time Malleus visits you, he questions you on the concept of a sleepover party. You’re about to respond pretentiously until you remember how sheltered Malleus has been since childhood. As a treasured prince of a highly revered royal legacy, he shouldn’t be taking chances with strange commonfolk. Now that he’s away from his overbearing grandmother and courtiers, he wants to experience the commoner celebrations at least once.

Of course, with Malleus’s oh-so-malevalent reputation, he’s been skimped out on opportunities with (and by) his fellow classmates. He sees Silver and Sebek enjoy themselves, and the little green monster has been itching at Malleus lately.

You suggest that Malleus can stay over at Ramshackle any time he wants. Your door is always open.

“To intrude on one’s property would be sinful.”

“Not if you have the host’s permission to visit. It’s not like you’re gonna live at Ramshackle forever.”

Malleus smirks. “I suppose that is a correct statement.” His voice trails off, and he slips into his pondering state. You’re about to ask what it is until Malleus speaks up again. “May I ask about your weekend schedule?”

“What for?”

“Would you be welcome to have this “sleepover party” with me?”

You can never refuse such a request. You suggest that the party can start on Saturday when the both of you are free.

“Indeed, I shall arrive and be the polite guest of the evening.”

The week slowly inches by, and homework and class has you almost forgetting the arrangement you have promised Malleus earlier in the week. On Friday, Grim asks you if you’ll be joining Ace and Deuce to Foothill Town, but you let your little cat friend know of your sleepover plans instead.

“Malleus is coming here? Why?” he exclaims.

“Because he politely asked,” you respond matter-of-factly.

Grim doesn’t like the idea, but he can’t argue as you’ve been put in charge of Ramshackle based on the Headmage’s word.

He leaves with the boys Saturday morning, and the Adeuce duo, too, are concerned about your idea. You reassure them that it’s a sleepover, not a battle of the wands. They mean well, and you know this, but you also wish people would be more accepting of Malleus as you are. You remind yourself this is not an easy feat to accomplish.

You spend the rest of the hours organizing the guest room. You don’t know what exactly will make a royal prince, let alone a Housewarden comfortable. You can only do what you have in Ramshackle’s possession.

Once Malleus’s potential room is spick and span, you head into the kitchen and align the ingredients for roasting marshmallows. It’s past five and you wonder if Malleus is on his way. You send him a text about when he’ll come over. Instead of texting back, assuming he’s still lacking knowledge of the function, Malleus responds with a phone call.

“Yeah, Hornton. I was wondering when you were coming over,” you tell him.

“Depends if you are ready to receive me.”

“I think so. I made sure everything was ready.”

“Splendid.”

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up. “Hornton?”

A knock at the door soon follows. Who else could it be knocking than the guest you are expecting? You open the door and behold, there he stands.

“Here I am. This is my dress for the “sleepover.” Does it meet your expectations?”

Your jaw hits the floor. You invite Malleus into Ramshackle, ogling his draping black pajamas (a shirt and pants set) with forest green bordering. A lake blue shawl hangs off his shoulders. Its imprint is calligraphy in natural artistic form. Tassels drop from the edges of the fabric as if blowing in the wind as the Briar Valley prince walks and turns. You barely believe what Malleus is wearing is even pajamas. Are these even fit for a sleepover? “You really are a prince.”

“Yes? Was I to be disbelieved?”

“What?” Did you really say that out loud? Your face shades into the reddest color to exist. “I mean, yes, you are. I just…I don’t know why I said--”

Malleus interrupts your stammering with a comfortable chuckle. “You’re quite the charmer. I accept your compliment. Thank you.”

Though he permits the compliment, your face is still hot. “You’re welcome.

To quickly divert away from the embarrassing moment. You show Malleus the materials for smores and explain that these are the quintessential sleepover snack.

“Wouldn’t a snack consist of one item? You have displayed an entire collection,” he remarks.

“Well, yeah,” you mutter. “You have to build it and then eat it.”

“Build it? Will you please instruct me?”

You explain that they need to roast the marshmallow and then squish it with chocolate and graham crackers like a sandwich. “I would use the fireplace, but wood is not available for burning, so the next best thing is the stove.”

“Is it?” Malleus’s voice is deep as he asks.

You open a marshmallow bag, and Malleus takes one as you offer. You’re about to turn on the stove, but he advises you not to. Poking his marshmallow on his fork, Malleus gives one spit, and a flame engulfs the puffy block of sugar. He blows it out after a few seconds, leaving the fluffy block partially black. “Like this?” he asks you.

Astounded, you only nod.

Though without your permission, he takes your marshmallow fork and does the same thing for you. “How fun this is. I haven’t had an excuse to blow my fire in a long time. I could eat these little objects by themselves.”

“If you want to, you can. I can’t stop you from doing that.”

“No. I shall combine it with the other ingredients you suggested. How fair will it be to ignore instructions such as yours?”

So with both marshmallows squashed onto the chocolate and graham crackers, the both of you dig into your creations. Much to your delight, Malleus thrills himself in the smores. Of course, you two are careful with eating too much.

With your stomachs full with sugary goodness, you and Malleus head upstairs to relax for the rest of the night. Your room has its curtains apart, shining the moonlight into the space. As you pace your breathing, staring at the ceiling, Malleus is distracted by the outside.

“What are you looking at, Horton?” you question.

“The stars,” he replies nonchalantly. “They are very beautiful.”

You look over at the window, too. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

“This dormitory has always been the most ideal spot to watch the night stars. The serenity of it all eases one’s troubles so quickly.”

You agree that it does have a clear view. “Diasomnia doesn't have the same view?”

“I’m afraid not. Diasomnia House is always cloaked in dark clouds.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Apologies are not necessary here. It is the nature of the dormitory’s design.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. “Hornton…”

“Hmm?”

“When you used to sneak off here, what exactly did you do? Stare at the stars?”

“Not in silence if that is what you are referring to. This was a quiet place to practice music, too.”

“Music?”

He removes his shawl from his shoulders and gently wraps it around yours. Malleus waves his hand, twisting his wrist circularly. The neck of a violin lands perfectly in his palm. The body of the instrument is decorated in carefully designed vines as they’ve been customly engraved. When he waves his other hand the same way, the bow to the violin appears in the correct grasping position. Malleus scooches to the edge of the bed, points the bow to the moon, having the light bounce into the room, and graces Ramshackle with a romantic nocturne.

The violin’s sweet, velvety voice softens against your ears. Its lullaby lulls you to a candied slumber. Your body slips, so that your back leans against the mattress gently. Malleus continues his song, distracted in his confident stringing. His song comes to a soft conclusion, and his eyes glance at your resting self. Malleus captures his chuckles down his throat as he vanishes his instructment back to where it has sat before he’s summoned it for the song. He watches you peacefully sleep, carefully twirling your hair with his pronounced nails. As Malleus looks over you, he realizes that a sleepover isn’t just about sleeping away from where your home is. Sleeping over perhaps is a little bit more.

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ruggie, our token white boy

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Adventure Time x Twst title cards

these ended up being a lot of fun, I will probably make more in the future bc they’re addicting. enjoy!

first episode, ace and deuce are banished when garden prince catches them doing parkour on palace grounds

vil and epel introduction

to pay off a debt, ace and deuce have to spend a night working in azul and the tweels’ restaurant

lilia introduction

the details of cater and trey’s past relationship (and eventual breakup), as told through the eyes of cay-cay the carrot

idia backstory reveal

silver and sebek leave the dragon kingdom on their own for the first time