#Tiny in the snow

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@amazingphil babygirl inspired me to use my college degree 🫶🩵🤍

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more Shifu

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If tigers are big cats, look at these big kittens! <333

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“loathe” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 485 words

“sledding” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 15 - @noblehouseofgay

“Please?” James asks.

“No.” Regulus tells him bluntly, not looking up from his book.  

“But… please?” James is begging.

“James. No.” Regulus says firmly.

“But… but… Reg!!” Now James is whining. “Everyone already has someone, and I’ll be all by myself.” He pouts a little petulantly.  

“I didn’t know you needed two people for sledding, Potter.” Regulus deadpans. “You just sit on the thing and roll down a hill. Seems very doable with one idiot. You don’t need me.”

James huffs. “First, you don’t roll down a hill on a thing. That’s kind of the point. You’re on a sled and you slide down the hill.” James holds his arm out and slides his other hand down it, apparently mimicking a sled on a hill. “Second, I guess, maybe, technically you don’t need two people. But everyone else will have two people which not only means their sleds will go faster, which makes it so much more fun. But also… I’ll be all by myself.” James pouts, but he does genuinely sound sad. Regulus keeps his eyes firmly on his book. He will not cave.  

“James.” Regulus starts slowly. “I don’t like to be cold. I don’t like to be wet. I don’t like the snow. I highly doubt I will like sledding.”  

“But you love me.” James says sweetly. And Regulus makes a catastrophic mistake. He looks up. He looks up into those beautiful, hazel, puppy-dog eyes… and he caves.  

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Regulus is on a sled with James, speeding down a hill and he hates to admit, it is a little fun. That is, until they reach the bottom of the hill and James steers the sled the wrong way and they end up sledding right into a snowbank.

James is laughing uncontrollably as he climbs off the sled and tries to help Regulus up, but Regulus bats his hand away and stands up on his own.  

Regulus is obviously covered in snow. It’s clumping in his curls and seeping through his clothes. He’s cold and he’s wet, and he thinks he might genuinely murder James right now, because James is cackling. Regulus sends him a murderous glare that obviously does nothing except make him laugh harder.   

“I loathe you” Regulus hisses and James snorts, attempting to cover another chuckle.

“I loathe the snow. I loathe the cold. I loathe sledding.” Regulus is taking measured steps towards James. “I loathe you and your very existence. I loathe it all.” He stops in front of James trying to sound infuriated and not like he’s pouting. “I hate you. I mean it this time, Potter.” He’s pouting a little. But James still pulls his lips between his teeth and nods his head quickly, doing his best to look appropriately scolded. “Stop laughing. You are insufferable!” He pushes James down into the snowbank and that does it, James bursts into hysterical laughter. “Ugh. You are so lucky I love you.” Regulus tells him as he stomps away.

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more ssmy week sneak peeks

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Quick rougher sketch of Poppy being rescued went some snow drops on her.

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Small snippet of something I was working on for the winter season. They put their ears together to collect sound better, like an owl's facial dish.

[goosita]

Do you have any headcanons or blurb thoughts about if Secretary!reader got him a Christmas present? I feel like would be so cute. Happy Holidays if you celebrate!!❤️

oh i’m so soft ❄️

(this takes place between parts 3 and 4)

what do you get for a man who could buy anything he wants?

you’d been thinking all week about what to get for coriolanus for christmas. you’re sure that he’s used to expensive gifts and presents from all sorts of people. but you weren���t particularly wealthy, even for a capitol citizen.

you remembered once that he had a sweet tooth, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what you could do for him.

you spend all evening before your last day at the office for the break rolling out dough, covered in flour and sticky sugar. you used a little cutter to punch out the shape, baking them to a perfect golden brown and then icing them neatly with a piping bag. then, you packaged them up in a nice little red box with a big silver bow atop of it.

two dozen homemade sugar cookies in the shape of snowflakes, for coriolanus snow.

you hoped he would like them, biting your lip as you stepped into the building’s entry hall with a small smile.

“mr. snow?” you called softly, looking around. coriolanus stepped out of his office and smiled softly.

“yes, miss y/n?”

you fidgeted with the bow for a moment, grinning sheepishly. “merry christmas,” you said, handing the box to him.

coriolanus lifted his brow curiously, taking it from you and lifting the lid open. he blinked down at the neatly packaged cookies, his mouth open in a small little “o” shape.

“sweet snow for a sweet snow,” you joked, knowing it was a cheesy remark. coriolanus eyes lifted to you, tears just barely brimming at his lash line.

oh. had you upset him?

“coryo…?” you tried softly, taking a step forward towards him. you wondered if you’d overstepped somehow. if you’d read this little thing between you two wrong.

instead of opening his mouth to shout at you, perhaps tell you this was ridiculous, coriolanus set the box aside as gingerly as possible. then his arms were suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you were startled for a moment before completely melting into his embrace, your own arms fitting easily around his middle.

“thank you,” he breathed softly. “you don’t know what it means to me. that you took time to make these for me.”

of course you’d never know how deeply the gesture struck his heart. he’d never told a soul about his childhood and teenage years, not since his first year at the Capitol University. there was no way you could know that the sweet treats would take him back to a time when his stomach lurched painfully at all hours of the night, a time when he would have openly weeped at the gift of any sort of food.

it had been so long since someone had baked something just for him. ma plinth had passed some years ago, the last person to choose to spend her time making treats for coriolanus. it was more than the memory of the years he spent starving that moved him. to know that you had thought of him, had spent your own free time to do something kind like this for him, had his heart softening more than you’d ever realize.

“you’re welcome,” you whispered back, tentatively stroking his back with your fingertips. after a long moment, coriolanus seemed to gather himself and let you go with a small grin.

his hand gently held your chin for just a moment. “merry christmas, miss y/n.”

[zemoiii]

Hear me out..

An AU where Tiger bitch slapped Tiny but didn't attempt to kill him, and Tiny, instead of running towards the streets, he heads back to home again, furious by the humiliation, so he trains himself for a week, and comes back to the forest, where he and Tiger meet again, fight, and the little one loses, but still pulled a good fight enough to convince Tiger to take him to the clan. Two moons later and their relationship gets stronger and emotionally by Tiny's side; he thinks of Tiger as a father figure who's cruel, yet he acknowledges his value. So, one day, Tiger finally calls Tiny as "son". However, we all know Tiger's manipulative nature in the canon, and yeah in this au, he does this to make Tiny his loyal follower.

Their dynamic in this au is inspired by Andrew and Fletcher's dynamic from Whiplash.

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winter is coming...

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Tiny blurry and I play in the snow

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current WIP (I may have gone a little too ham on all those details but oh well) Dark Cacao Kingdom village scene.