#The nicest angel you have
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actually-a-menace · 4 months ago
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I’m sure this has already been done but I don’t care!
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sacchiri · 2 months ago
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first meeting
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geraskierfanficprompts · 26 days ago
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Prompt 135
Julian has a favorite tree in the woods near his home. Julian was barely old enough to walk when he first hugged his favorite tree in the greenwood. For years he visited, picnicked with, spoke to it, hugged it, and tended it. When he was around 8 years old, an older boy began bullying him for escaping court and lessons to spend time in the woods and sing. Julian sobbed into the embrace he gave his favorite tree. Julian has told his tree for years that he loves music, that he hates being a viscount. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. When his bully follows him into the woods one day, Julian is afraid. His bully raises a fist to hit him, only for a branch from his favorite tree to fall and bonk the older child on the head. The child ran away crying, and Julian was just fine. The bully never picked on him again. Julian thanked his tree, before growing worried over the dropped branch. Healthy trees don't drop branches, surely- So he makes sure to tend to his favorite tree extra the next few months, make sure it's healthy. No more branches drop, it was just that one on that one day. Julian continues to grow, and Julian continues to rebel. He decides one day as a teenager that he's decided he's going to run away. He climbs his tree, and lounges in the suspiciously comfortable set of branches, and tells his tree the whole plan. He's going to become a bard, and change his name, and travel the continent. "I'll miss you. Terribly. Thank you for being with me all these years." Julian sobs as he hugs his tree. He sleeps in the arms of his tree that night, away from his supposed home. It was his last night in the area for years. Jaskier is on his way to perform for a court, and unfortunately, to get there he must cut through lettenhove. He's sure if he keeps his head down, doesn't play any music, and just rushes through, they'll never even notice he was there. But he can't NOT visit his tree. It's been years. So one night, he creeps into the woods near his father's manor. When he spots the tree, healthy and strong as always, he tears up. "It's me. Julian. I- I'm Jaskier now, but It's still me. I'm so happy to see you. I'm so sorry it's been so long-" He walks closer, going to hug his tree, when he hears a voice clear it's throat, and he spins around in surprise. Fuck. His father. "Julian. I knew you'd end up back here." "...I was just leaving." "No. No, you weren't." And guards reveal themselves, coming out of the woodwork. Jaskier swears there's even extra hired muscle there, as if Jaskier is something to fear. In a fight against men with weapons? No. In a fight via poetry and insults? Yes! Doesn't help here, though. "You are coming home, and you will fulfil your duty." "I don't care about my duty! Just as you've never cared about me!" "And why would I care about such a disrespectful mutt, Julian!?" The guards creep closer, just as his father clenches his fist, and Jaskier is trapped. If he tries to run, they'll catch him. If he climbs, they'll climb too. If he fights, he'll just be hurt as they drag him away. But then the guards freeze, their eyes widening in horror. One drops his weapon and runs. Jaskier is confused. Sure, he raised his lute like a weapon, but it shouldn't be that frightening. I mean the men here had blades! "Back away from him." A deep voice growls, startling Jaskier. Jaskier turns and sees that a man is walking out of his favorite tree. The man is hench, and in armor, and holding two giant swords, and he just came out of Jaskier's tree. Tree man THERE IS A TREE MAN! Jaskier is trying very hard to process this, when he hears his father snap to the guards to fight the man off and capture the viscount by any means necessary. A guard grabs Jaskier's arm hard enough to bruise, and suddenly the man no longer had a hand, as the Man From The Tree slices it cleanly off, and blocks Jaskier from their view with his own body.
After a few minutes of sword clangs and panic, the men all retreat. Jaskier's father spits out one last insult to him before running off with his men.
And then the gorgeous guardian turns back to him and hugs him, tight and warm.
"My tree?" "My Jaskier."
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giantchasm · 7 months ago
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Realized I was Not going to get the ask I'm working on answering finished today but still wanted to do at least some Peonyposting, so here's a drawing I did a while back commemorating her bond with [squints] her father's evil ex-wife.
...Yeeeah. Shockingly, they're close.
Hilariously, too, because Sectonia did not like Peony at first. In death she was stripped of her curse, but she's still a pretty emotional, vindictive and envious person. She's always had... mixed feelings about the whole 'Taranza and Susie thing.' On one hand, she's never truly been angry about it— ultimately she just wants Taranza to be happy, but it always... hurt her just a little to see him moving on, even if she knew it was selfish.
Peony's creation reopened those wounds. Joronia probably wouldn't have even ever wanted a kid, but it was about the principle of the thing, y'know? Getting to see someone else get to do yet another thing she'd never get to because she went mad and died young. It wasn't fair that she'd never get to have a family or belong anywhere.
Still, when Peony was on the brink of death, Sectonia helped save her, if only for Taranza's sake. And after that, Peony was enthralled. She wanted to know all about this mysterious, cool dead woman that she quickly reasoned out must have been her father's beloved 'friend who got sick and had to go away.'
Initially, Sectonia had no interest in even interacting with her, but with enough time and stubbornness the little brat somehow managed to worm her way into her heart.
What!? Don't look at Sectonia like that! She's not going soft. I- it's just Peony's smart! And talented! And nice! And she's her best friend's daughter! And-
...Well, truthfully Peony kind of reminds Sectonia of what she was like when she was younger?
Back before a judgemental society beat it out of her, Joronia was an overconfident, reckless, bold and daring kid. And she was happy. It's not fair that she was so thoroughly mistreated that she stopped believing in herself, and so she's not going to let the same thing happen to Peony.
This kid is the specialest girl in the whole wide world, and everyone's going to tell her that or die by Sectonia's blade. Okay? Okay.
In short:
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But... yeah. They're pals! And it's through Peony that Sectonia got the things she thought she'd never get to have. There is a place she belongs, and she does have a family.
Dead or not, nothing can change that.
@kirbyoctournament
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 years ago
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Cursed TimBer thought of the day:
Bernard does a bit Tim hates where he waits until they’re having a romantic moment alone, leans in slowly for a kiss, and then he just pulls a quarter from behind Tim’s ear.
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the-ipre · 6 months ago
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niko and edwin are lilo and stitch. witness my vision
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lycankeyy · 1 month ago
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Actually woke up at like 8 and fell back asleep but I did so thinking abt an off hand joke I made abt how "if any of the NG Trio would be an angel it would be Darnell" (referencing in funkycule how Pico had some psychosis thoughts abt his relationship w Nene b4 he started meds) and I have zero desire to do anything with that in Funkycule but I just realized it would go Hard in roleswap both bc Darnell is the GF sub-in and as an explanation for why Pico is better off than BF in that timeline
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winterweary · 1 year ago
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diavolo 🌠 !
The day that Diavolo fell in love it was raining.
The morning had begun gray, a slow drizzle, but by mid-day it had crashed into a proper storm. Barbatos had been caught several times staring out the window, watching the wind tear through the gardens and the water create rivers over the pathways. Diavolo had asked the demon if he was worried for his flowers, but Barbatos had only give him a thin smile and offered him a fresh pot of tea.
Eventually the prince made his way back to his office to continue working through the stack of his father’s paperwork. No. His paperwork. He was still adjusting to thinking of it that way, to taking ownership over the decisions he made every day. No longer would he have his father’s shadow to fall back on. No longer would he have his father’s shadow oppressing him.
While Diavolo mused over those two thoughts, the storm continued. It seemed like it was demanding something from him, he thought with mild amusement, like it wanted his attention.
“Not now, storm, Barbatos will scold me if I don’t get these finished,” he tried to jest aloud, but his voice fell flat in the empty room. And anyway, his butler was far too distracted today to pay him much thought.
‘Perhaps,’ Diavolo then thought, setting down his pen and giving a stretch, ���A walk will do me some good.’
And so on the day that Diavolo fell in love he went on a walk in the rain.
Of course, he took an umbrella. He wasn’t a barbarian. Still, it made him feel a bit wild to be strolling through the castle grounds in the rain. His father would never have allowed such behavior, and Diavolo suspected Barbatos might have something to say if he was caught as well. But for now, he was as free as a prince could get in his gilded cage.
“Well, here I am, storm,” he said pleasantly, smiling when a rumble of thunder answered him, “Yes, thank you, I must agree.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Perhaps he was a bit lonely, he had to admit. Demon princes probably shouldn’t be talking to themselves in the rain.
He was about to turn around and return inside with a sudden light caught his eyes. Anticipating a score of lightning, Diavolo stopped and lifted his eyes to the boiling clouds in the sky. There, tearing across the grey, was not lightning but a shooting star.
A chill ran down Diavolo’s spine, a feeling he felt rarely enough to note it. A shooting star midday?
He had better make a very special wish.
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squeeblet · 1 month ago
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THE ??? SOUNDS AT THE BEGINNING ???? why are they freaky . i hate them .
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helianthus21 · 6 months ago
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hanseo at the store like can i get uhhh a better brother
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alfairy · 1 year ago
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I really want Mike and Abby to take the animatronics home at the end of the movie just because i keep thinking about the shenanigans they’d all get into
Like I just keep imagining this scene but it’s Abby and Foxy
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mellotronmkll · 4 months ago
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These things happen to other people...they don't happen at all. In fact
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bloodyneuman · 3 months ago
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my victoria art print came… she’s going right over my bed ❤️ (artist is @/kryceir on twitter)
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📸: Robin François
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zzoupz · 1 year ago
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Sorry my brain is moving so fast I can’t get a more coherent question out so this is really broad, but. Do you ever think about garyjohn while also considering gary was an angel at one point
NO I ACTUALLY DO its so sdksdjsd so good
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bravest · 7 months ago
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just want to say your janitor / roger icon is so sick (positive). i love his little icon interacting with the border it’s so cool to me
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what the hell thank you so much !!! i've been fighting for my life trying to make my graphics look half decent so it means a lot 😭
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