#Heart Zebra Believe

[noisycowboyglitter]

Celebrate Rare Disease Day with Butterfly Heart and Zebra Ribbon Themes

Ribbon Rare Disease Awareness campaigns utilize specially designed ribbons to draw attention to a variety of uncommon medical conditions that often receive less public recognition and research funding. These ribbons serve as powerful symbols, uniting patients,

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families, healthcare professionals, and advocates in their efforts to increase understanding and support for rare diseases.

Each rare disease typically has its own unique ribbon color or pattern, helping to distinguish and highlight specific conditions. For example, the zebra-striped ribbon represents rare diseases as a whole, while a light blue ribbon might signify Addison's disease, or a green ribbon with a butterfly might represent mitochondrial disease.

These awareness ribbons are used in various ways:

Worn as pins or badges

Incorporated into social media profiles and campaigns

Featured on promotional materials and educational resources

Used in fundraising events and charity walks

The primary goals of Rare Disease Awareness campaigns include:

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Educating the public about the challenges faced by those with rare diseases

Advocating for increased research funding

Improving diagnosis rates and treatment options

Fostering a sense of community among affected individuals and their families

Encouraging policymakers to address the unique needs of the rare disease community

By wearing or displaying these ribbons, supporters help spark conversations and raise vital awareness for conditions that might otherwise remain invisible to much of society.

"Butterfly Heart Believe Zebra" is a unique combination of symbols often associated with rare disease awareness and personal transformation. The butterfly represents change and hope, while the heart symbolizes love and support. "Believe" encourages faith and perseverance in the face of challenges.

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The zebra is particularly significant in the rare disease community, stemming from the medical phrase, "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." This reminds doctors to consider common diagnoses before rare ones. However, for those with rare diseases, the zebra has become a symbol of uniqueness and the importance of looking beyond the obvious.

This collection of symbols is often found on awareness merchandise like t-shirts, pins, or posters. It resonates with individuals affected by rare diseases, their families, and advocates, serving as a reminder of strength, community, and the ongoing journey towards recognition and improved care.

Butterfly Gifts for Mum offer a delightful way to show appreciation with a touch of natural elegance. These presents often feature charming butterfly motifs, symbolizing transformation and beauty. Options range from butterfly-themed jewelry like necklaces or brooches to home decor items such as cushions or wall art. For

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garden-loving mums, consider butterfly feeders or plants that attract these graceful creatures. Personalized gifts like photo frames or mugs adorned with butterflies add a sentimental touch. These thoughtful presents celebrate the nurturing and transformative role of mothers, making them perfect for birthdays, Mother's Day, or just because.

[larkandkatydid]

I’ve seen a lot of people saying that if you were “skeptical” about the allegations against Neil Gaiman or “concerned it was a smear campaign” then you are “not a bad person” and that this was a reasonable concern. It is not a reasonable concern and if you thought so that is a morally awful thing to have done and it is reasonable for you to feel guilty! You feel guilty because what you did was wrong!

Now, I will say that investigations into serious crimes should be done by serious journalists with the legal and fact-checking resources of serious, reputable publications and when sketchy or amateur outfits break a big story to want to want to see follow up by the big leagues with all their good, solid protocols.

But if you really thought that a woman was perpetuating a conspiracy to defame her former lover (who was also her former employer) by falsely claiming that her consensual, kinky relationship was rape, all this in order to, by association, defame a minority group about which this former lover had occasionally made vague statements of support was even 1/10 as likely as a wealthy man being the ten thousandth wealthy man to be raping his babysitter? That is the most extreme example of the old saying that goes, “when you hear hoofbeats think horses, not zebras.”

If you really thought that, then why? I would ask you to search your heart for what assumptions made you think that an outlandish, never before seen conspiracy was more likely than the sordid cliche of a guy acting nice in public while raping the babysitter? And whom does this set of assumptions serve? How will you learn from this experience to not let these biases drive you to believe nonsense again?

[dreemurr-skelememer]

mlp sanses....... Just imagine....

Also, i heart seeing Ink as a zebra, it fits alot

i can't believe this took 5 hours 😭 my elbows are SO SOOOOOREEEE

also thank you for the zebra ink idea anon. im the happiest with his design he is just such a sweet little cutie pie

[xoxochb]

“what’re you up to out here, darlin’? no good?”

you sigh and close your eyes the moment the southern drawl hits your ears. once a majority collected, you turn around to face percy.

“can I help you?” you cross your arms over your chest.

percy inhales and leans against the wall of the camp’s kitchen. he smirks and removes his hat from his head, shaking out his hair to bounce back into place.

“you check in the oven yet?”

you shoot daggers his way. “I don’t want your hats.”

he ignores that and walks towards you. you have to look upwards to look at him. with this angle, he takes the hat he has previously worn and puts it on your head this time. it’s larger on you.

“I think you should check the oven.”

you huff and push up the hat, walking to the oven, and opening the door. not to your surprise, another cowboy hat lays on one of the racks. it’s a pink one this time.

last time it was a zebra printed in the bathroom, purple in the shower, orange at the dining pavilion, cheetah printed on your bed, black and feathery on your front doorstep and so on.

you’d stuffed them all in your closet.

“I have no more room for these, percy.”

“that’s fine, darlin’, just put it on y’ur head.”

you take the hat from inside of the oven to examine. there’s an array of white rhinestones around the edges, a darker pink heart just in the front. it’s cute but you’d never admit that to him.

you take off the hat he just handed to you and place it back on his head yourself— standing on your tippy toes to do so.

you take the pink hat, with a glare, and put it on. it surprisingly fits you perfectly.

smiling, percy wraps his index fingers around the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you close to him.

“knew you’d like this one.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“no,” percy lifts one finger to hold his palm to your heart. “but y’ur pulse does. beatin’ like you’re enjoyin’ this.”

“I’m not.”

“okay…” he nods slowly, not believing you.

but body language always spoke what words would refuse to.

°˖➴ yes this is nashlibby inspired in case you wanted to know

[requinoesis]

A new trio of nerdy sharks appears in Reef City!🏝️✨

I think I got too immersed in the indie shark band that I started to forget the other important characters in the story I wanted to tell, and the heart of the story lies in these three children.

⭐Hanna Cantomar / Wavesong (Bonnethead Shark) - is the mediator of the trio, with contagious energy and the ability to adapt to the most unexpected challenges. Their optimistic and cheerful nature makes them an invigorating presence and their outspoken sincerity can hurt unintentionally, but their quest for harmony makes them a reliable friend on lifes journey.

⭐Lucca Algaselva / Kelpwood (Zebra Shark) - is the brains of the trio, always with his feet on the ground, perhaps too much so. Although sometimes hard-headed, they is a reliable friend who brings practical solutions, keeping the group on an even keel. Behind his reserved nature lies a world of deep thoughts.

⭐Macco Barbafina / Shortfin (Mako Shark) - is the creative soul of the trio, a hyperactive dreamer. His vivid imagination and love of adventure is inspiring, always spotting the unique in the little details that go unnoticed. Although his impulsiveness and occasional lack of focus can lead to unusual situations, in the end it is his empathy that always brings the friends together.

They have this strange coincidence of having repeated letters in their names and faithfully believe that this is a cosmic sign that they were meant to be friends!✨

Originally, the idea for them was born out of the specific artwork I did for Sharktober 2020. It all started with Macco, this little mako shark who loves video games. Over time I ended up creating two friends for them who would be Hanna and Lucca, I changed their design a bit and now everything has expanded to a whole city.

The idea is that it's a story about the abstract dreams and idols that inspire these three children. Macco wants to be a racing driver and is inspired by a famous driver who is a mako shark, Lucca wants to be a writer and is inspired by a high fantasy writer who is a whale shark, while Hanna wants to get involved in music and is inspired by an indie band, already known here.

But it is through life's adventures that they will discover their true virtues, which are closer than they realize. While other characters' parallel stories are happening and a big mystery will connect everyone to a common event.

At some point, if my chaotic life allows, I'll update the post with more news about them! I hope you enjoy it! 🦈✨

I apologize if there are any English errors in this gigantic text sdfjkgsdfg

[electricneonvalkyrie]

There’s something so fascinating about watching Abby take on the role of a healer instead of a destroyer.

This ruthless, militaristic woman shifts so easily into someone care driven, and it’s beautiful to watch.

Abby has always been someone who understands that survival isn’t easy. Pain is often the cost of staying alive. But she instinctively calculates everything to help keep Yara and Lev as calm as possible. It’s not just about what Abby has learned in books or on the field either, it’s the bedside manner of someone who grew up watching a surgeon care for others.

It reminds me of the zebra flashback with Jerry—helping something that was trapped and hurting, when most would have left it behind.

I find it to be symbolic, Abby holding the weight of everything she has been told about the Seraphites and in this moment, choosing to reject it. From coaching Yara how to breathe as she carries her to the trailer, to the way Abby uses her entire body to brace this injured girl and set her down on the couch as gently as possible. The way she steadies Yara with her thigh as she lowers her is so telling.

There’s no cruelty in her actions. She is being so damn careful. We get to see Abby as a protector, outside of being a soldier, and it’s breathtaking.

The most violent act in this scene really, is when Abby kicks the chair apart to create a splint. It stands out to me only because it contrasts so sharply with the care she’s about to show.

I seriously can’t get over how gentle she is here.

I also love that she offers Yara a second to brace herself, process what’s happening and be an active participant in what’s about to shake out. This girl, this badass little warrior, is in excruciating pain and Abby makes sure she still has a say in what happens to her body.

The beauty of Abby and Lev's journey sometimes distracts us from the point where I think the significant transformation actually began.

Abby has been at the forefront of so many moments of cruelty.

She has viciously taken agency from others.

But here?

She is giving it back.

Two people (well, three technically) on opposite sides of a war, choosing to believe in each other when it's the hardest, scariest thing to do.

And when Yara asks her name…

Goddamn if that’s not the most profound bit of storytelling I’ve ever seen, compounded into this soft, quiet, crushing slice of healing. To be seen through new eyes, with no rank, no affiliation, just the most stripped down version of Abby.

Yara allows her to just be, but it’s more than that. Yara allows her to decide. And maybe it helps Abby see herself differently for the first time in a very, very long while.

I’ll never get tired of witnessing Abby’s arc, the brutality she was raised in versus the person she is becoming.

Reblog/comment if Abby Anderson has a piece of your heart. 💖✨🥹

[santaasi]

SHADOWS

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

warnings: angst, a little bit of fluff, use of y/n, english is not my first language

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the action takes place after the finale of the first season of obx

We all got nightmares in our dreams

We look for someone to believe in us

And show us the way

And make it okay

The world can be dangerous

EVERYONE IN KILDARE KNEW WHO JJ MAYBANK WAS. A flighty, self-confident blonde, a girls man, the life of all parties, and the honored prince of pogues. You could always buy the best weed from him at the best price, and repair the car as soon as possible. He appears in the police station more often than at home, and all parents pray only that their child does not fall under his charm. JJ Maybank was a walking problem, but despite that he had a heart of gold.

As a child, his mother told him that life consists of white and black stripes, like a zebra. But for some reason, JJ's own life was like a big and long black tunnel, in which fireflies sometimes appeared, illuminating his life. John B, Kiara and Pope were the only bright spots in his life, the most important people who, no matter what, stayed by his side.

But it was only for John B, that JJ was ready to do anything, because their bond had always been stronger than just friendship. They were brothers who had been going through all the problems together since childhood. John B. was by JJ's side when his mother left the family when he was seven. John B. was there when JJ's drunk father beat him almost to death when he returned home one night. John B. was there to treat his wounds, and allocated a separate room for him in the chateau so that JJ would not have to return home. John B. was the one who always believed in JJ, who knew that despite all the words of the people around Maybank, he would not become like his father.

That's why the loss of John B in the storm two weeks ago was another blow to JJ's gut from a life that proved to him over and over again that JJ Maybank was not made for happiness.

There's something so rare in your veins

Not a single thing I would change

And oh, if you only knew how I see you

Would you come alive again, alive again?

But despite how much JJ Maybank treasured his friendship with John B., he couldn't do anything about his feelings for his friend's younger sister, who, like a little sun, always lit his way in this pitch darkness of his life.

Y/N Routledge has always been her brother's most precious treasure. After their father disappeared, John B. devoted himself to his sister, protecting her from everything, promising that he would always be by her side. And now, seven months after Big John disappeared, John B. wasn't with her either. She was left all alone in this big world, which seemed ready to swallow her completely.

The first week after John B. went missing, JJ heard Y/N crying quietly at night, suppressing her screams, burying her face in the pillow. He could hear the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor and the slam of the screen door when she woke up at the middle of the night from nightmares and went out on the porch to get some fresh air. Every night, Maybank cursed the thin walls of the chateau and John B. for causing her so much pain by leaving. But no matter how much JJ wanted to help her, he was too deeply drawn into the swamp of his own feelings, from which he could not get out in any way.

Y/N wasn't blind to what was going on with her brother's best friend either. She knew how much shit JJ had to go through in his entire life, how many loved ones he had to lose, and she understood that losing John B was another blow for him. She felt how he blamed himself for what had happened, heard how he wakes up at nights from nightmares, asking John B. and Sarah not to go into the storm, saw how only a pitiful shadow remained of the former JJ and it broke her heart.

The girl always admired the strength of JJ's spirit, despite all the shit that happened in his life, he stayed afloat. He raised his head and walked confidently and straight on. He supported his friends, was ready to do anything for them, even go to prison for a case that he did not commit, as long as his friends, his only family remained unharmed.

And JJ Maybank was always there for her. When her heart was broken for the first time, he was there, holding her tightly to his chest, whispering soothing words in her ear. When she was fighting with John B., JJ was always on her side, listening to her outrage. JJ Maybank went to parties with her, dancing with her until the sunrise, sat with her on rainy evenings at the chateau, watching romcoms that he hated, brought her her favorite sweets when she was sick, taught her surfing and listened to all the gossip from her work during their mini spa days at the chateau with such interest, as if Y/N told him about the beginning of the universe. JJ Maybank was always there for the younger Rotledge and it was just impossible for her not to fall in love with him.

She loved her brother's best friend even when he was a complete mess. When he cried on her shoulder after another fight with Luke. When he got drunk and she had to carry him to the chateau. When he was angry at her for getting into all these dangerous things with all the other pogues.

Y/N Routledge loved JJ Maybank in every shape and condition. And she would never change even the slightest detail about him, because for her, JJ Maybank was perfect for who he is.

Y/N was also hurt by the loss of her brother, and she, like no one else, could understand all of JJ's pain, but unlike him, she had the strength to live and move on. She didn't blame herself for what had happened, realizing that John B. had always been too stubborn to listen to anyone, but JJ… He was devouring himself from the inside out. He dug out the grave himself and buried himself with his head. The darkness that had been accumulating in him for so long was finally winning. And Y/N was scared. She didn't want to lose him either. She couldn't lose him.

I need you to understand

Y/N stood in front of the door to JJ’s room, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, doubting the correctness of her actions. They haven't spoken since the day John B disappeared, although they've been living under the same roof all this time, but they were functioning on their own.

After hearing another sob from behind the door, the girl finally opened it, going inside.

It was very dark and cold here, but after getting used to the darkness for a couple of seconds, Y/N began to distinguish silhouettes.

The room was a complete mess: all the clothes from the wardrobe were spread out on the floor, along with books, notebook sheets, rumpled bed linen and glass fragments that glittered in the moonlight. The lamp fell from the bedside table and was lying in the corner.

JJ was sitting at the foot of the bed, his head buried between his knees, and his hands were clutching the strands of his blonde hair in fists. His body was trembling. Even without seeing his face, Y/N could tell with certainty that JJ was trying his best to cope with the hysteria that was punishing him.

"Hey, J, are you okay?" the girl asked softly, quietly approaching the guy and kneeling next to him.

Startled, JJ mmediately raised his head, staring at the girl in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. There were wet marks on his cheeks, and his eyes were swollen and red from crying. More than anything, Y/N wanted to hold him close and comfort him, to convince him that everything would be fine.

"Angel?" JJ asked hoarsely, not believing his eyes. The sound of her soft and gentle voice sent a wave of goosebumps through his body. Her voice. It had been so long since he had heard her voice. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to... I-" JJ stumbled through his words, frowning and averting his gaze from the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey... calm down, J," the girl whispered softly, covering his palm with her hand. "I understand, okay? Everything is fine," the girl said soothingly, trying to smile.

I don't mind your shadows

'Cause they disappear in the light

JJ's gaze ran over her face, going over every detail of her appearance that he has memorized over all these years by heart. She looked the same as always, but her gaze seemed to have lost the spark that made his heart beat faster every time. But now all he could see there was emptiness and sadness, which even her slight smile couldn't hide.

All these two weeks, living under the same roof with her, JJ avoided her gaze, afraid to see this look. The look of loss. The loss of a brother that JJ felt responsible for. The lucky charm for all problems in the world is JJ Maybank. And JJ hated himself for it.

He caused her so much pain, coming to her to heal his wounds after fights with his father or kooks, or when he brought girls to the chateau, knowing full well about her feelings for him... Because he's afraid to admit to her that he's experiencing the same thing. JJ Maybank destroyed not only her life, but also the lives of all the people around him. And he thinks that it would be better for everyone if he just didn't exist.

Y/N noticed how his jaw clenched, and his gaze fixed on the wall became colder and felt a wave of goosebumps pass through her body when he abruptly got up from the floor early. Routledge Jr. could always understand her brother's best friend even without words. This situation was no exception. She understood that JJ's inner demons were devouring him from the inside out.

"Don't do this, Jay. Don't do this to yourself," Y/N whispered softly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to burst, but her voice trembled treacherously.

"I'm the problem, angel," JJ said without turning to the girl still sitting on the floor. "I am the main cause of your troubles! Wherever I go, I only make things worse! I... didn't save John B.... I'm hurting you... I..."

"Don't do this to me, Jay!" the girl repeated more forcefully, jumping to her feet, wiping away tears.

"I don't care about your shadows! I'm not afraid of them!" Y/N said sobbing, clutching his hand. "I'm here! I'm always there for you! I'll be your light if you need me. But don't leave me… I-I love you."

And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid

Just walk like you're never alone

"I didn't stop your brother, Y/N," the guy continued to insist, whispering, feeling tears accumulate in his eyes again. "He’s not here! And it’s my fucking fault!"

Y/N's hands cupped his cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers, closing her eyes and trying to calm her breath. JJ's hands rested on her waist, pressing her against his body, wanting to feel such a missing and dear warmth to his heart. JJ could feel her thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Listen to me, J. It's not your fault," Dana whispered softly.

"It's not your fault that John B is a stubborn bastard who always does everything the way he wants," the girl chuckled softly, feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks too. She missed her brother like crazy, and she would do anything to have him here with her right now. But here and now, there was no John B., it was just her and JJ, who was damn bad at handling his emotions. So, Maybank and his mental state were more important to her than grief for her brother right now.

"You know you wouldn't have stopped him, so stop blaming yourself," Y/N sniffed, opening her eyes to meet his blue gaze. "It's not your fault."

The guy nodded slowly, holding her closer to him, burying his nose in her neck, inhaling soft vanilla scent of her hair. Y/N felt his body shaking in her arms, as he desperately clung to her, trying not to let himself completely collapse.

"I'm so scared that they won't come back, angel," the guy whispered softly into her neck. "I'm so scared that he won’t come back…"

"Me too, but it's okay," the girl whispered with a lump in her throat, running a soothing hand through his hair. "Everything will be okay… He will return… It’s- It‘s John B, he always returns"

There was silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window. JJ lifted his head, gently brushing away the strands of hair stuck to Y/N's cheeks, giving her a soft smile. JJ kissed her gently on the forehead before pulling her to his chest, hugging her tightly. His chin rested on top of her head.

"But we'll get through this together, as we always have. Like we've done it hundreds of times," Y/N said in a barely audible voice, forcing not only JJ, but also herself to believe that someday, everything will come to its senses again.

That someday John B and Sarah will come back and everything will be as before. That maybe someday her father will be found too and she will have a family again. That the black shadows that consumed JJ's life would be replaced by the sun's rays that would illuminate his path. That someday their life will really become like a zebra, and not like a black tunnel from which there is no way out.

But for now, all they could do was hold on to each other tightly, not letting themselves drown in the shadows of grief and loss.

And Y/N Routledge knew for sure that with JJ Maybank by her side, she could survive anything.

And all these voices in our head

Well, they keep screaming louder and louder

But they won't pull us under

thankx for reading <з

this is my first work on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoyed it. feedback always appreciated :з

– your santi ✨

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[jokeroutsubs]

📝ENG Translation: Kris Guštin Goes Wild: into the World of Animal Print

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Joker Out may be on a break, but that doesn’t mean its members are sitting still. While some have been enjoying well-deserved rest or working on side projects, guitarist Kris Guštin has taken an unexpected detour—straight into the wild. Or rather, to the African savanna, in pursuit of what he calls his latest “artistic awakening.” And no, it’s not a new guitar technique or an obscure genre of music. It’s animal print.

In an exclusive interview with ELLE Savanna, Kris opens up about his deep dive into fashion’s fiercest trend, his two-month immersion in the heart of the wilderness, and why he believes the cheetah print is “a state of mind.”

Wild prints, wilder spirit, unstoppable Kris. Photo by: ELLE Savanna

ELLE: Kris, we have to ask—why the savanna?

Kris Guštin: It started with an innocent fascination. I saw a leopard-print coat in my favourite vintage shop in Ljubljana and thought “This is cool!”. Then, I bought some zebra-print boots. Before I knew it, I was down a rabbit hole of animal print history, and everything pointed to the savanna. The landscapes, the energy, the fact that actual leopards and zebras live here. So, I thought, why not go straight to the source? Two months of full immersion—studying prints, textures, patterns, even the way animals move. I wanted to become the print.

ELLE: So, what did you actually do while you were there?

Kris: Oh, everything. I spent time observing wildlife, studying how their patterns blend into nature, analyzing the differences between cheetah spots and leopard rosettes. I took inspiration from the surroundings — watching animals move, their confidence. I even got to know a local textile artisan who incorporates traditional prints into modern designs. I think by the third week, I was dressing in full head-to-toe print without even thinking about it. It felt... natural.

ELLE: You’re making it sound like animal print is more than just a fashion choice.

Kris: That’s because it is. It’s a philosophy. When you wear it, you have to own it. There’s no halfway with leopard print. You don’t timidly wear a tiger-striped blazer—you command the room with it. That’s what I learned in the savanna. Confidence. Presence. The art of the strut.

ELLE: Has this experience changed your personal style for good?

Kris: Absolutely. Animal print is in my DNA now. I’ve already chosen my wardrobe for the next Joker Out tour, and let’s just say the boys should be prepared for a very wild aesthetic shift. If they think I’m showing up in another plain H&M sweater, they’re in for a surprise.

ELLE: Final question—do you think you’ve started a new trend? Should we expect a full Joker Out jungle aesthetic?

Kris: Listen, I’m not saying Bojan will be wearing snakeskin pants next time you see us, but... actually, no, wait. That’s exactly what I’m saying. Now, excuse me, I have to go make some phone calls.

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It looks like Kris Guštin’s animal-print era is here to stay, and if his time in the savanna has taught us anything, it’s that fashion — and rock music — are both about fearless self-expression. So, Joker Out fans, get ready. The next tour might just look like a high-fashion jungle.

[leosficlist]

Post Series 2 Rec List

Compiled for you here is a collection of BBC Johnlock stories that diverge from canon after the Reichenbach Falls, and Sherlock's time away. A few include Johnlock pre-TRF, but most focus on their relationship developing after Sherlock's return.

Phantom Vibrations by camerasparring 2.3k words

John knows exactly how Sherlock functions. Sherlock constantly needs to know where John is.

notes: fluffy, follows John recounting all the times Sherlock has disappeared on him until he returns for good

Always by addicted2hugh locked 6k words

A study in Sherlock, or: The years it took John Watson to fall in love

notes: their relationship pre and post reichenbach

The Zebra Sheets by agirlsname @agrlsname 13.7k words

Sherlock is back from the dead and he's exhausted. So is John. They go on a holiday to a faraway cottage and unexpected truths are revealed.

notes: loved the pacing, felt so dreamy and sensual, they just adore each other so much

Hesitance. by Ireallydontcare443 3k words

Sherlock begins to notice certain parts of his behaviour have changed... drastically, and eventually so does John.

notes: Sherlock has ptsd after returning from the fall, and John fumbles while trying to help him the best he can.

Practising by liriodendron 5.7k

"Sherlock Holmes’ return to 221B Baker Street had gone, initially, exactly as he had expected. Upon discovering him sprawled nonchalantly in the sitting room when returning from a shift at the surgery, John had punched him in the jaw. Twice. That had, of course, been a near inevitability and any other reaction would have been cause for worry."

notes: John is lovely, Sherlock goes a bit stir crazy with how much he loves John, John flirting and teasing Sherlock

as we are defined by the_arc5 4.8k words

People assume things about them, but nobody really gets it. Nobody really understands what they are. Of course, John isn't quite sure he understands, either.

notes: John thinking he is worth nothing to Sherlock and pining for him before the fall, getting together after Sherlock's return

Pulse by FinAmour 3.5k words

“I can’t believe you left me this way,” he says to me with an expression of immeasurable sadness. “And there are countless things I need to know.”

Heaving a sigh, he tightens his grip around my wrists. “But not now. All I need to know now, Sherlock, is that you're real.”

He stands there silently, eyes closed, feeling the beat of my heart at his fingertips, and he doesn’t let go for a very long time.

Sweet Thing by peevee 2.4k

In the living room, jars covered every surface.

Clusters of them - every shade from the palest gold to treacly black - on the floor and on the tables, piled on the mantelpiece and on the chairs.

notes: Sherlock nudging himself back into John's life after the fall, no Mary, kissing covered in honey

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes 7.1k words

Prompt: After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

“Don’t. Just- come in. It’s cold and—you look like you came—“

“Back from the dead?” Sherlock suggested.

notes: checking pulse, John coping with Sherlocks return, nightmares, overall fluff

Victory Shag by  loveanddeathandartandtaxes for scullyseviltwin 3.5k

It becomes habit. Solve a stressful case; have sex.

notes: fwb to lovers

Things We Swore We'd Never Do by liriodendron 2.7k words

After hunting down the last of Moriarty's network, Sherlock finally returns home to John. John's response surprises them both. Not entirely devoid of emotional content, but pretty much PWP.

' “Okay…” said John slowly, straightening his shirt. “That was…um…unexpected.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe we should…talk…?”

“Talk. Yes. Definitely,” Sherlock agreed absently, eyes fixed on John like a hawk’s, watching his every movement.

“Good, yes, quite… we should…sit and…talk…”

And then they collided again, as if drawn by an elemental force.'

The Mission to Flirt by MutedSilence 9k words

Turns out John has been staring at Sherlock like a love sick teen. Greg decides that John just needs to flirt. So, he does. Sort of. He certainly tried to at least.

notes: lighthearted, found from searching ‘fluff’ & ‘first kiss’, John figuring out how to flirt with Sherlock

All This Time by stopthat 3.6k words

It’s something we struggle with, still, after all this time.

“We share a life,” John says, eyes searching. “Have you ever wanted anything more from me?”

notes: first ch is Sherlock's pov, second ch is John's pov, stumbling love confessions and first kiss.

Quickly Run Away by stopthat 5.3k words

A few weeks after Sherlock's return, he drags John to his childhood home in Yorkshire. There's just something about the place. It says a lot about how Sherlock views their relationship, he supposes, that he’s brought him here—or it would, if it were anyone else.

Lush by stopthat 3.6k words

They stare at each other for entirely too long, suddenly unwilling to break their shared gaze.  John looks, as he often does, like he has something to say.  But then the barman flips on the overhead bulbs, dousing the pub in horrible fluorescent light, and with a small sigh he stands, a bit wobbly on his feet, and hauls Sherlock up with him.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hello, are you still doing requests?

if so, could i have some sibling headcanons of nico with a hades kiddo that's really peppy and into colorful things and people find it hard to believe they're siblings at first because their personalities are polar opposites of each other?

thankyou!

Heya, I'm still doing requests but I have so many so it might take a while to get an answer, feel free to request something else though! This kind of went off track but oh well <3

Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader

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-The minute you skipped up to the porch of the Hades Cabin with your stripey rainbow leg warmers and a tote bag with a stupid pun about a show with something called ‘carebears’, Nico winced.

-He’d need sunglasses if he had to keep looking at you, but he didn’t really want to borrow the big yellow star ones on the end of your nose, so maybe that was a bad idea. Your first interaction went a bit like this:

You: “Heya, you're the emo kid, right? I’m new! So, where’s our cabin?” 

Nico: “Uh… you're supposed to go that way.”

You: “No, that’s the Iris cabin, at least that’s what Chiron said. I’m your new sibling, by the way. Chiron said we have one in Rome too! 

Nico: I- well, yes, I- we do.

You: Are they as grumpy looking as you?

-Needless to say you got off to a great start. Nico proceeded to dump your bags on one of the beds, which has a zebra print doona matching one of your headbands, and then left immediately. You shrugged it off, obviously, and started stacking your things on the coffin shaped bookshelves. You ignored the candle that was supposed to smell like ‘the souls of the damned’, and put your own flowery one next to it. 

-You found out you loved arts and crafts, where you made friendship bracelets with Lacy, as well as pegasi riding. You saw Nico once, and he waved awkwardly, but went back to the small child he was glaring at quickly. You quickly became attached to a creamy coloured mare called macaroni as well, but Butch wouldn’t let her sleep in your cabin. He did take a friendship bracelet, though. And he let you weave daisy chains into macaroni’s mane and tail, so you liked him. 

-You had brought a musty old record player with you after finding out that there was no wifi, but you had to pause ‘Washing Machine Heart’ [by Mitski, of course] when Nico came trudging into the now bright cabin. You’d opened all the curtains and taken the spiders that fell from them outside, dumping them in the bushes behind the Athena cabin. 

-Nico stared at the squishmellows on your bed and then the dreamcatcher by one of the windows, and the row of brightly coloured converse with striped laces lined up by his three different pairs of black Doc Martens. 

-He shrugged his jacket off and went straight into the bathroom, leaving a little trail of muddy footsteps along the heart shaped rug you’d put down.

-He was just adjusting to a roommate, you told yourself. It wasn’t anything to do with you personally. You hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe you should just give him a bit of space. That was a good idea. Leave him alone for a bit until he was used to you, and don’t take it to heart. 

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-You took it to heart.

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-Months had passed, and you were thankful for the Ipad Piper [she was so nice, and she let you borrow her Olivia Rodrigo records] lent you so you could facetime the family and friends you had left behind occasionally. They had seemed to adjust to you not being there anymore, now that you knew you were a child of Hades, the outside world was too dangerous to risk. You tried not to take that to heart either.

-Macaroni was getting used to the beaded bridle you’d made her, but you were still training her to get used to flying around while you used your new weapons.

-Nyssa had helped you make them, able to actually craft a design after glancing at you scribbled drawing with glitter gel pens that you really had worked hard on. Now you had a sparkly belt with three attachments, that you could click in your spray cans too. The cans were filled with different coloured paint, only the base liquid was melted down celestial bronze flakes, so when you fought a monster, which you were still learning to do, it would seep into their eyes and turn them blind, or crack through their skin and dissolve them. You loved the spray cans.

-Drew had warmed up to you as well, and you were even invited to Barbie premier night in Cabin ten. You got to wear your sparkly leg warmers and the cropped leather jacket in a light shade of pink.

-You were making your way to the arts and crafts center with a box of clay and little paint brushes in your arms to run the pottery class [you’d been elected as head of arts and crafts pretty quickly, shared with Elsa, one of the Athena kids who specialize in weaving and sewed the cutest pajama pants] when you bumped into Nico.

-Literally. 

-The box may have been a few heads taller than you, so it wasn’t really your fault, but Nico still snapped at you. 

-You gathered up the little tubs of paint from the grass and apologized quickly, your chest tight with anxiety. You hurried away after that, ignoring your brother as he tried to explain he hadn’t realized it was you when he hissed curse words Drew had started teaching Harley and Lacy. 

-The class went well, the scrunchies Elsa was making her girlfriend for her birthday went along well, and a few more kids than usual showed up, taking lumps of clay from the tray and working it into figures on their tables. You were making beads that you’d string onto a bracelet for Nyssa, because she always broke the plastic ones with hammers and drills accidentally.

-You thought back to your interaction with Nico and regretted it dearly. Maybe if you’d just heard him out or even apologized and blamed yourself, he might’ve come to your class to see your works, or sat with you at dinner, or even just waved from across the infirmary when you went to get panadol for your headaches. 

-You knew you got them from straining your eyes to read and draw in the dim cabin, but whenever you opened the curtains or switched on your blue lamp with a cloudy pattern that you hadn’t got to use yet, Nico cleared out completely. 

-It wasn’t your fault, you reminded yourself, you were just… too different.

-People started filing out after putting their creations to the side, you complimented each of their idea’s even though you felt like getting some Ben and Jerry’s from the camp shop and curling up in bed to watch ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ again. 

-The beads for Nyssa were nearly done, so you went to find a container to pop them in.

-When you got back, they had been ground into the bench until the delicate tracing of different things Nyssa likes were just shapeless brown blobs. An Ares kid, Grey, was standing with their arms crossed and a smirk on their face, which was mostly obscured by a nose that had been broken too many times.

-You stared down at the squashed clay and felt your eyes prickle with tears.

-Grey jeered at you, calling you things you’d rather not hear again, because they only made the tears fall. You rubbed your nose and smoothed the front of your tye-dyed camp shirt flat. Grey called after you, something about being a ‘rainbow prissy’. You stumbled out of the center.

-Nico wasn’t in your cabin when you slammed the door behind you, thankfully, and you hopped into bed, kicking your yellow converse off and pulling the doona over your head so you didn’t have to look at the skull filled walls around you.

-It was so dark, it was so dark and shadowy and there were bones you were too scared to ask about their origins lining the mirror in the bathroom you kept seeing things behind you in. Your crocheted blanket that used to sit across the black doona cover had been folded up a while ago and placed back in your suitcase, along with a few of the more multicolored posters and the fruity scented candles that seemed to annoy your half brother. 

-You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves and held your hand over your mouth so Nico wouldn’t hear crying when he would eventually come back a few hours later, late enough that you could pretend to be asleep. 

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-The infirmary was busy with bleeding and laughing demigods when you wandered in looking for some panadol. Your headache was making it hard to think straight, but whenever you cried too much you got one, so you knew what to do by now. 

-Will waved from over from where he was pulling a ruler, a stapler, and a glue stick out of the stomach of an Iris kid who was giggling the entire time, coughing up glitter. He grimaced when a chunk of glue hit his face. You waved back and turned the corner, heading to the rooms at the back where Austin would be. He usually had the panadol. 

-Someone groaned in the corner, and you spotted Grey. 

-They looked like a soggy bag of a human, their mauled nose the only definable shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grotesque demigod blob.

-Austin shuffled up behind you with a grimace, passing over a few pills and a glass of water without looking away. You gulped them down quickly as Grey let out another moan and rolled a bit on their hospital bed. Austin told you that he’d been spotted on the floor of the Arts and crafts center. 

-Apparently, every few minutes one of his bones would disappear.

-It was only a few fingers at the start, then most of his ribs couldn’t be found and there was something wrong with his mouth, which Austin found out meant his jaw had decided to not be there. 

-A screechy sound came from the front of the infirmary, and you both looked to the door, which Clarrise was dragging Nico through, holding him up by the back of his jacket. He pummeled at the chunky daughter of Ares, but couldn’t get out of her grip. Clarrise glared around at the staring demigods and snarled, “why is this little shit de-boning Grey?”

-You didn’t know who yelled ‘that’s what she said’ from across the room.

-”Because they deserve it.” Nico hissed a bit like a cat, glaring up at Clarisse with narrowed brown eyes underneath his floppy hair.  

-Will ran up to the pair, brushing glitter off his gloved hands onto his scrubs instead. He folded his arms and stared Clarrise down until she finally let go of Nico, who dropped to the ground and then sprung back up, wrinkling his nose at the daughter of Ares, who just stuck her tongue back out at him. 

-Will pinched his nose, “Clarisse, more people come in here because of you then Nico, so you don’t get to talk. Nico, just fix them, they’re too annoying to be kept in here.”

-”But people deserved to be punched by me,” Clarrise argued with a scoff.

-”And Grey deserves to lose their bones!” Nico shot back, glaring up at Clarisse and balling his fists, “they stepped on my siblings clay stuff!”

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-You yawned and stretched your arms out above your head, then blinked up at the roof with bleary eyes. The skulls were gone, now it was just black concrete. You rolled over a moment later and stuffed your head back into your pillow, pulling your crocheted blanket back over your head.

-There was a ‘shing’ sound as curtains were yanked open, and you just sunk further into your comfy bed, ignoring the bright beams of early morning sunshine that streamed in and lit up the dark cabin. It made the rainbow rug in the center of the cabin even brighter, and you groaned loudly in protest. “Whaddaya even doing up so early? Go back to bed you vampire!”

-”It’s only six am?”

-”You’re more of a psychopath then I thought before,” you muttered, but made sure you were loud enough that your brother could hear you as he padded round the cabin getting changed and ready for his much too early start to the day. 

-Nico huffed and the bathroom door shut as he completely ignored the hairbrush you’d given him to passive aggressively deal with his scruffy black hair. “Leo forgot the code to the safe in the big house that he changed when he was hiding those icey poles from Piper.”

-”And how are you supposed to help him remember?”

-Nico’s boots were loud on the floorboards as he trotted over. He kissed you on the forehead gently, “oh I’m not, I’m gonna go watch him suffer the consequences with Jason.”

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[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟒)

╰┈➤ two weeks before the release of tired of u, alanna surprises everyone by dropping another single

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media + real life

╰┈➤ masterlist

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-SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2023-

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: ̗̀➛ alannaoregon has posted on instagram

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alannaoregon surprise !! another single !!! sunset chasing aka my baby is now out on all streaming platforms !!!!

even though some of you guessed it with my youtube video, here's a surprise drop for my sunset lovers out there. this songs hold suchs a special place in my heart because half of it was written while i was in a relationship, and the other after said relationship. i think this songs truly represents how intense and deep my feelings were during my breakup, the first half and seconds half being complete opposites. i hope you all enjoy this song as much as i do

love, lanny 🩵

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lhughes_06 sunsets > sunrise

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 woah now, just because ur always asleep during sunrise doesn't mean others don't enjoy it lhughes_06 @/alannaoregon my deepest apology ma'am

user620 WENT FROM CHASING SUNSETS TO CHASING YOUR ATTENTION

user72 @/user620 MY HEART WAS A COLOUR FULL SKY user910 @/user72 PRECIOUS AS A SUNSET user006 @/user910 YOU WERE LIKE DARK CLOUDS user820 @/user006 TAKING OVER ME WITH NO REMORSE

colecaufield proud of you lanny

alannaoregon @/colecaufield love you coley &lt;3

becky.rivera THATS MY BEST FRIEND

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera my fav girl 💖

user256 if i ever see trevor zegras it's on sight

user826 @/user256 no fr and the nerves he had to follow her again-- user527 @/user826 asshole alert user 027 @/user826 she followed him back-

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user928 you have some nerves posting this today mr zebras

jamie.drysdale can't believe you ditched me for this...

alannaoregon luv u bubs 😽😽

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-REAL LIFE, KENNEWICK, WASH.-

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"Gosh, Trev, can you please calm down." The Oregon girl begged, making her boyfriend stop dead in his track and look at her with wild eyes.

"Easy for you to say! People are worshipping the ground you walk on, and trying to make mine collapse under me, babe!" Trevor exclaimed, waving his arms all around the place.

"Baby, just try to relax, okay?" The girl mumbled, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her hands cupped his cheek, pecking his lips lightly. "You deserve it." She smirked, making Trevor look at her like a mad lady.

"This isn't funny, Lan. They're gonna hunt me down when your album comes out!"

"You should've though about it before breaking my heart, loves." The girl responded after pressing another kiss to the boy's lips.

"Can't you just, like, tell people there's no more bad blood between us so they can leave me alone? Please." The hockey player begged, making the girl sigh before pressing her lips to the tip of his nose.

"I could. But then people would get suspicious, especially since we followed each other, T. If you really want me to, I can, but just think about it, okay?" The girl whispered, her thumbs rubbing circles on his cheekbones. The boy leaned into her touch, closer his eyes and leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.

"What if... what if we just said we're back together?"

"Trust me, Trevs, that'd only make the situation worse. People are gonna hate on you, and I'm gonna be getting called an idiot for getting back with you."

"We can say we're friends, I mean we followed each other back."

"You really want me to?" She asked softly. Trevor quickly shook his head yes against hers, making the girl sigh a bit.

"Do you not want to?" The boy asked, confused by her reaction.

"No, I do, I just don't want to make the situation worse and have people hate on you even more." She explained, her voice low as her hands moved from his face to the side of his neck.

"I'll be fine, baby, don't worry 'bout me."

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alannaoregon i wanna start by saying how thankful and appreciative i am for all the love you guys have shown to my two new singles. you guys truly mean the world to me and i'll forever be thankful for my fanbase !!

my songs are a way for me to express my feelings when it's hard to talk about it. a lot of time i also end up dramatizing the way i feel just to make my songs better. i am a writer, and storyline is what i do. sometimes i write about relationships i've seen in movies or tv shows.

with that being said, death treats being made and sent to someone over my songs are not something that i will allow. i release my songs because i am proud of them, not so people can use it as an excuse to be rude, disrespectful, and mean to others.

kindness is a value that i hold dear to my heart, and seeing my people going after someone who still holds a very special place in my heart is not something that i will tolerate. trevor and i have spoken how our past and are on good terms. his permission was given for these songs to be released so that we could both move on from our relationship. we've both moved on and are very happy in our lives, please respect and accept that.

remember to always be kind and spread positivity to everyone around you, no matter what they might have done to you before, especially if you don't know the whole story.

love you all, lanny 🩵

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user274 dang she really called yall out in that last sentence

user483 @/user274 she ate... but now i wanna know the whole story

lhughes_06 purr lanny talk your shit

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 i've trained you so well 🥹

user836 did he seriously go complain to her abt it... such a child

alannaoregon @/user836 you try receiving dms every minute about how people hope you die and that the world would be a better place without you and then you'll be able to comment on whether he's being a child or no girly :3 user927 @/alannaoregon GASP jackhughes @/alannaoregon girl you ate that up girl alannaoregon @/jackhughes ive truly trained you and lu to perfection 🤭

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taglist <3 @lxnceclercs @aliaology

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Absolutely Cuckoo • I Don't Believe in the Sun • All My Little Words • A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off • Reno Dakota • I Don't Want to Get Over You • Come Back From San Francisco • The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side • Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits • The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be • I Think I Need a New Heart • The Book of Love • Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long • How Fucking Romantic • The One You Really Love • Punk Love • Parades Go By • Boa Constrictor • A Pretty Girl Is Like • My Sentimental Melody • Nothing Matters When We're Dancing • Sweet-Lovin' Man • The Things We Did and Didn't Do • Roses • Love is Like Jazz • When My Boy Walks Down the Street • Time Enough For Rocking When We're Old • Very Funny • Grand Canyon • No One Will Ever Love You • If You Don't Cry • You're My Only Home • (Crazy For You But) Not That Crazy • My Only Friend • Promises of Eternity • World Love • Washington, D.C. • Long-Forgotten Fairytale • Kiss Me Like You Mean It • Papa Was a Rodeo • Epitaph For My Heart • Asleep and Dreaming • The Sun Goes Down and the World Goes Dancing • The Way You Say Good-Night • Abigail, Belle of Kilronan • I Shatter • Underwear • It's a Crime • Busby Berkeley Dreams • I'm Sorry I Love You • Acoustic Guitar • The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure • Love in the Shadows • Bitter Tears • Wi' Nae Wee Bairn Ye'll Me Beget • Yeah! Oh, Yeah! • Experimental Music Love • Meaningless • Love is Like a Bottle of Gin • Queen of the Savages • Blue You • I Can't Touch You Anymore • Two Kinds of People • How to Say Goodbye • The Night You Can't Remember • For We Are the King of the Boudoir • Strange Eyes • Xylophone Track • Zebra

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ Youtube

[lovergirl1001]

A dance with the Wind

Heyo! :-p This is something cute I wrote today. I wish this was my reality, tbh—I want to be a princess dancing and falling in love with a prince. reader has blonde/light hair and green eyes, while the love interest is just described as having dark hair, i believe!

I could not see anything that would need to be listed as a trigger warning, but if I missed something, lmk!!!

Word Count: 629

Warm pink light flooded the bedroom, highlighting the dreamy features of the blonde girl. A CD player emitted soft hymns of a fearless song. Curtains pulled back and windows opened; the sweet, warm air of a summer night delicately danced through the room. Half-taped posters of cheerful nights and blazing days full of family and friends threatened to fall down. Reaching the girl and her bed, the air tickled her features, drawing a charming candied laugh.

The breeze etched her closer to the middle of her room. Green eyes glazed with astonishment, swaying with the wind. A twirl here, a bow there—before she knew it, she was dipped in the air. Her chunky bracelets hummed tunes as she smiled to herself. Peacefully closing her eyes, she transformed.

No longer in her childhood bedroom wearing pink yoga pants, a zebra print tank top, or hair and jewelry swiftly thrown together, instead she twirled with a blush-colored dress shining with a million diamonds. Her blonde hair gently bounced with boustries curls pinned back to draw focus on her single diamond necklace.

Opening her ethereal eyes, she believed her vision confused her until she felt the lifelike touch of the man to whom she was dancing. He looked no older than her and his princely smile gifted the star-struck girl thousands of butterflies. In the self-fulfilling process of admiring her dance partner, this prince, their gazes locked. In that moment, only the pair existed; the enormous ballroom faded away. Twirling in his arms had felt so right—it made everything else in her doll-like life a lie.

The royal couple paused for a moment, just as society faded back in, hidden in the middle of vivid, flowing colors. The prince’s gloved hand moved so hesitantly, in fear of erasing the moment with the whisk of a touch, bringing it up to the young diamonds cheek. His lips quivered as he opened his adoring mouth.

“I say so earnestly, that I have cherished you and only you,” he whispered.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, he almost crumbled into her. Music faded out of the blonde-haired girl's senses. The harsh pounding of her heart begs to be freed. 

“I long for the day you are mine. Nothing in the world transcends the desire in my body at the thought of you.”

The princess tumbled down as her knees grew weak. Her pale face flushed. The prince kneeled beside her in worry. His dark brows furred and sickling sweet lips pursed. In the process of the prince tentatively moving closer, the green eyed princess's heart pounded harder and harder. Losing her breath, the chain in her heart exploded. Sparkling tears swelled in her eyes and a brilliant smile graced the royal's whimsically sweet face.

The rich angelic laugh she let out drenched the man in relief. Her laughter was a melody carefully cradled just for him. She brought their faces closer together. Lips mere centimeters apart. He almost automatically closed his eyes, indulging himself in her sickly honeysweet fragrance.

“I am yours, my prince, my love.” She brought her silk hand to his face. Moving her face closer to his, she drew her lips together and-

BANG!

“Dinner is ready!” 

The agitating voice of her young brother brought the girl out of her senses. As the fairy tale quickly faded out of her mind, the teenage girl swore she still felt the prince's warming touch and charming eyes. Getting up from the floor, she made her way to turn off the romantic music from her CD player.

“Hurry Up!!”

“I am coming!!” She groaned.

As she passed the mirror, she noted the unusual shine coming from her neck. The girl shrugged before closing her bedroom door. The wind blew once more before settling down.

[tartagliove]

hewwo, zebra! i would like to humbly request some vampire childe fic crumbs, if you would please hahaha ❤

hiii kaija!! I hope you're doing well! oh my gosh I'm so excited that you asked hehe, here's a snippet of an interaction between vampire!Childe and Reader ^u^

“What brings you here, Ajax?” He turns to keep you in view as you work. “Would you believe me if I said I was here for bread?” “No,” you say flatly. He clutches a heart to his chest and staggers dramatically. You simply step around him and make your way behind the counter. “You wound me! Perhaps I want to take your bread with me as I leave town.” That catches your interest. “You’re leaving?” You pause, then say, “Good. You’re as white as a sheet.” Childe grins. He leans against the counter, propping his chin up with one hand. “Aww, are you worried about me, sweetheart?” “Hardly,” you tell him. Placing both hands on the edge of the counter, you lean toward him, with a playful look on your face. Childe inhales slowly, your amusement sweet on his tongue as you say, “I just don’t want Teucer to be sad when his pitiful older brother keels over from dehydration.”

[fanartmayhem]

I have so many MLP OCs that I have decided to write Something including them all Or more specifically a community

First will be About my alicorn and siren OCs alongside a quick summary on the community/sitting and putting all my OCs into

Astral Seraph: Guardian of Elysium Grove

In the heart of the hidden village of Elysium Grove stands Astral Seraph, an alicorn revered by her subjects as both guardian and princess. She resides in an overgrown temple at the village’s edge, a magnificent structure intertwined with nature, symbolizing the harmony she fosters among her diverse community. Astral Seraph is a master of magic, specializing in knowledge, visibility, and illusion. Her incredible skills have allowed her to shroud the village and her existence in secrecy, ensuring the safety of its inhabitants from the outside world.

Known for her kindness and wisdom, Astral Seraph engages with her subjects on a personal level, breaking down barriers between her royal status and the townsfolk. She believes that true leadership lies in understanding and connection, often spending her time among the villagers, offering guidance and support.

Harmony: The Royal counselor/assistant

At her side is Harmony, a siren who embodies the spirit of joy and positivity. she radiates warmth and light. Unlike her kind, who traditionally feed off negative emotions, Harmony thrives on positivity, making her an integral part of Elysium Grove’s uplifting atmosphere.

Easily distracted yet remarkably efficient, Harmony’s playful demeanor brings laughter and cheer to the village. Despite her whimsical nature, she is known for her diligence and can often be found floating gracefully near Astral Seraph’s throne, ready to assist with her tasks. Together, they form a dynamic duo, with Harmony’s lighthearted spirit complementing Astral Seraph’s wisdom, embodying the unity and acceptance that define their community.

Elysium Grove

Nestled deep within a sprawling, enchanted forest, Elysium Grove is a vibrant community shrouded in an intricate illusion that transforms the area into an impenetrable thicket of thornbushes. This magical barrier, imbued with protective properties, not only safeguards the town but also ensures that only those with rightful access can enter. Outsiders are met with the sharp prick of thorns, while residents seamlessly phase through the barrier, granting them safety and seclusion.

The town is thoughtfully divided into sections, each tailored to accommodate the diverse needs of its inhabitants. There is a fiery landscape designed for the dragon ponies, where volcanic rocks and warm springs create an environment for their fiery nature. The bee ponies thrive in a colorful flower sanctuary, filled with blooming flora that provides both sustenance and beauty. Additionally, a vibrant marketplace allows residents to trade their wares, fostering collaboration and creativity among the community.

On the outskirts of Elysium Grove lies fertile farmland, also protected by the illusion, where earth ponies, zebras, and deer cultivate crops and raise livestock. This area serves as a vital resource, allowing residents to trade with nearby towns while keeping the location of their sanctuary a closely guarded secret. Through clever planning and mutual respect, the inhabitants of Elysium Grove maintain their hidden paradise, ensuring that their community remains a haven for all.

[tracesofdevotion]

humanity’s separation of itself from the rest of the animal kingdom is a bigger problem than people are led to believe.

the concept of animals existing in a hierarchical food chain is so messed up. like, we've literally decided that some life has inherent value and some lives are to be discarded. like what the hell???

i have a lot of thoughts on this (obviously) but i always think it's like when people are like "you can't anthropomorphize wild animals" but... why not? we made that word up? and when we use it it means we can't connect with another animal or assume that they have feelings and thoughts. isn't that a little bit sad? why can't we look at a wild animal and go "oh they're just like me"

we think we're so different from every other animal. like... we're just creatures made of tissue and bones? why can't we treat other animals as equals?

i am genuinely not a vegetarian btw. i just think. it's weird that the only difference between me and a chicken is that one of us is considered food.

also, i don't think we SHOULD be vegan. i think it's important for humans to eat meat. i think it's in our biology and i don't think that it's morally bad for me to eat meat just i don't think it's bad when i'm watching a nature documentary and a lion eats a zebra. nature is nature. but. why are we above connecting with the meat we eat????

i think that it's possible to be a respectful carnivore. i know people who are really into local meat and like supporting local farms and stuff. they really respect their food and respect the way animals are put down by making sure it's done in the most humane way possible. and i think there's something to be said about that? like the difference between a mass slaughter and a farm that lets cattle live on grass and feel the sun before being put to death

but it's so sad that we have designated some creatures as "food" and some creatures as "family" and if i have a pet dog my dog is family and we love them but if i see a wolf in a wildlife reserve, it's suddenly not family anymore???? and we can't love them????

i look at my dog and i know that she is a sentient being. she has a heart that feels joy, a brain that feels the warmth of the sun. she's made of flesh and blood like me and the only difference between us is that she is like the size of like, a small lion cub and i am a person. so why suddenly do we stop humanizing other animals when they are suddenly bigger than us. we're all just made up of the same stuff. we all feel love and fear. what's the difference????

we use this "anthropomorphism" thing to stop us from looking at the wild horses and thinking they have lives as full and complex as ours. we tell ourselves that there is suddenly something different about horses and cattle and chickens and pigs and rabbits and deer and dogs and cats and birds and fish because they lack some weird arbitrary thing we came up with. as if our existence is suddenly different and better than these things that are made of flesh. we're all just animals, man.