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My babies :3

(Stella’s drawing was made a while ago when we first got her (2 months) while Daisy’s drawing was made today)

Stella is a Maine coon crossed with a Norwegian forest cat and Daisy is a Samoyed!! And yes, Stella does have built in eyeliner lmao

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Nice Kitty | Kol Mikaelson

Summary: Kol stared up at you from the floor. His chest gleamed with sweat. “Nice kitty,” he whispered.

You and Kol are dirty rivals. A spell gives you total control over his body, so you decide to teach him a lesson.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x witch!reader

Genre: Suggestive, Enemies to lovers

Word count: >1k

“Morning, princess,” Kol said, sliding into the cabin’s tiny kitchen.

He rested his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

Kol was naked - apart from a towel draped low on his hips. He shook out his brown curls, spraying you with water.

“You're in a good mood,” you said, eyes fixed on your book.

“Yep,” Kol said. “Because that nasty spell you tried on me last night didn't work.” He booped your nose. “Maybe little Y/n’s not ready for big boy magic.”

“How do you know the spell didn't work?” you said, smirking.

You reached behind your back, and pulled out a human heart - Kol’s heart.

“What have you done to me?” Kol panted, clutching his empty chest.

You smirked. “I stole your heart. I control you now.”

You lifted the heart.

“I am sick of you calling me princess… ” you said, squeezing the heart, so Kol groaned, “and little girl…” he sank down the wall “and mamacita, which is just yuck.” Kol fell to his knees.

Kol stared up at you from the floor. He was panting like a dog, mouth open, his chest gleaming with sweat. “Nice kitty,” he whispered.

You grabbed his hair in your fist.

“If you want your heart back…” you said, twisting his hair, “you'll have to beg.”

Kol narrowed his eyes. “Never. I've been tortured before, love.”

You pulled his hair harder, till his eyes welled up in pain.

“Can I-” Kol stuttered. “Please can I have my heart back?”

You giggled, releasing him.“I'm not giving you your heart back, dumbo. I’m going tell Klaus to give me the white oak stake, or I'll crush the heart and kill you.”

You booped Kol on the nose. “But I couldn't resist. You look so pretty on your knees.”

You and Kol marched through the woods, on the way to meet Klaus.

“I get it. I'm your slave,” Kol said. “But is the outfit really necessary?”

Kol was wearing a pink tutu, a pink fluffy tiara that said “FAIRY PRINCESS”, and a matching pink wand.

“No,” you said, skipping along, holding Kol’s heart. “But you look so cute!”

Kol had had enough. He reached out to snatch the heart from you.

You refused to let go. You and Kol fell to the ground. You rolled over each other in the dirt.

“Get - off!” you shrieked. Kol’s heavy body pinned you to the ground. His hot breath tickled your face.

“Vasmatos-” you tried to say, but Kol pressed his hand over your mouth, stopping you.

You and Kol both squeezed the heart at once.

And you got the weirdest feeling.

It was like being drunk on champagne. Everything turned hazy, golden. The world felt like one hilarious joke.

You suddenly felt that you didn't want to hurt Kol. You wanted to… kiss him.

Kol looked down at you like he was thinking the same thing.

Kol pulled his hand off your mouth, and flicked your plump lips with his thumb.

“That feels funny,” you giggled. “Good funny.”

“Yeah?” Kol said softly.

Kol stuck his tongue out, and licked your pink lips. You started laughing hysterically.

You pushed Kol down onto the soft forest floor, so your body was above his.

“Ha ha,” Kol said. “Upsy daisy.”

He bit the soft skin under your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.

You noticed Kol’s heart, discarded on the floor. You had a vague feeling that the heart was important. But that felt so distant… and Kol’s mouth was so close…

You reached out, and dug you fingers into the heart.

You and Kol were struck by a vision.

-

A teenage Kol, stretched out on his bed, asleep. The twisted sheet left little of his sun-kissed back to the imagination.

“Taya…” Kol mumbled.

He bit down on his pillow. His breaths sped up.“Taya...”

A woman appeared at the doorway, clearing her throat.

Kol scrambled to a sitting position. The sheet slipped onto the floor.

“I’m awake,” he said thickly, his muscled arms wrapped around his knees. He blushed, and red exploded over his chest and legs.

“You're late for your morning lesson,” she said, faintly smiling. “And… I’m not ‘Taya’. I'm Miss Taya, to you.”

-

“Who’s Taya?” you said, walking behind Kol as he stormed through the forest. You were carrying Kol’s heart in your bag, to avoid touching it.

Kol’s face was a painful red. “You. You got inside my head!”

You said, “Technically, I got inside your heart-”

“Shut up!” he said. “Please… don't do that again.”

Kol was trembling with shame and anger. Your brown eyes had seen deeper into his soul, into his memories, than any girlfriend’s ever had. And it terrified him.

“It's not like I enjoyed that,” you said. “The freaky magic of the heart made me… like you for a second.” You shivered.

Kol realised that they had almost arrived at the Mikaelson house. His time was running out.

“Okay,” Kol said, stopping in his tracks. “You've won. You've humiliated me.” He grabbed the tutu in one hand, and danced around in a circle, waving the wand with the other. His face fell. “Just please don't give me to Klaus.”

You stared hard at Kol. “Why are you so afraid of Klaus?”

Kol scratched the back of his head. “I can't tell you. Just trust me.”

“If you want me to help you, I need the truth,” you said.

Kol looked down. “I've never told anyone this. I don't know how.”

You waited.

Finally, Kol pulled out his heart, and dug his nails in. Both you and Kol both struck by another vision.

-

Teenage Kol, peeking through a cottage doorway.

He was clutching a thorny rose, and his brown, muscled forearms were covered in scratches.

His eyes grew wide.

In the dark room, Taya was gripping the wall, her long hair flowing over her naked body. She was breathing hard.

A naked man grabbed her body from behind, his hands on her waist.

The man’s laughing blue eyes met Kol’s for a second.

It was Klaus.

The rose crumbled in Kol’s fist.

-

You gasped lightly. “That was Taya, your teacher. The one you had a crush on. Klaus was…”

“Klaus was fucking her,” Kol said darkly. He sat on the forest floor, crushing a pebble in his fist.“A few months after that, she disappeared, like all of Klaus’s girlfriends. The bastard killed her.”

You held Kol’s hand. “I'm so sorry,” you said, gazing up at him. “You loved her.”

“I think I did,” Kol said. “You know, before Taya died, I was a nice guy. Worthy of a good girl like you,” he said, smirking. “But that night, I decided to stop loving people so easily. Trusting them.” He thumped his chest. “Enter Kol Mikaelson, world-class arsehole.”

“You're not an-” you started. You smiled. “Okay, you are an asshole. But you're not… a bad person.”

Kol placed your hand on his cheek. His chestnut eyes held yours. “You're not like me, Davina. You're good; you're beautiful. And Klaus hates things which are good and beautiful. You can't make a deal with him. He’ll destroy you.”

You stepped away from him.

“I'm sorry, Kol,” you said quietly, tears welling in your eyes. “I really liked you.”

Then, your face hardened into a mask of fury.

“Klaus Mikaelson!” you yelled, running towards the Mikaelson house. “I have your little brother’s heart. Give me the white oak stake or he'll be dead by the time I count to ten…”

Kol pounded a tree trunk with his fist in anger, again and again, until the wood crumbled under his fingers.

He had trusted you. He had let you in. And you had used him.

Kol was lying in his bed in the Mikaelson house that night, when he heard a quiet “Ow.”

How was he such a trusting idiot, despite being hurt a thousand times?

-

He laughed, sitting up. Your head was stuck halfway inside his bedroom window.

“Help me,” you said. “My hair’s stuck.”

“Hurts, doesn't it?” Kol said, massaging his head. “Having your hair nearly yanked off.”

“Let me in,” you repeated, your voice breaking. “I'm here to rescue you. And this hurts like a bitch.”

“Who taught you that word, little girl?” Kol said in mock horror. “Wash that pretty mouth of yours out with soap.”

But he gently untangled your hair and gave you his hand to climb inside.

You sat down on the bed. Kol flung himself into an armchair in the corner of his room, his bejewelled finger tapping the arm. His head lolled back on the seat.

“Where did you get that pose from? GQ?” you said, laughing into your hand.

Kol got up and sat quietly down next to you, his ears burning. “Shouldn't you be more sorry or something?” he said. “You did try to sell my body today.”

You looked down. “I am sorry. I was going to leave you with Klaus, but then I thought about your story, and… I felt bad.”

Kol lightly brushed your hair behind your ear. “Is that the only reason you came back, then? You felt guilty?”

You met Kol’s eyes. You looked perfectly serious in the way only young people can. “No. I felt… a lot of things.” You looked down. “But I can't like you that way, Kol. When I like boys that way, people get hurt.”

“I know,” Kol said. “That tends to happen to the people I like, too.” His hand nudged yours on the bed, so your little fingers were touching. “I do have a knack for falling for the wrong people, don't I?”

You scoffed. “Are you talking about Taya right now? Because I really don't think bringing up your-”

Kol silenced you with a kiss. He was surprised at how good a kisser you were. Your body melted against his without shyness. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. For a second, he was jealous of the boys who had kissed you before him.

“You're a good kisser. Should I be worried?” Kol said. He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, possessively.

“You're a bad kisser. Should I be worried?” you said.

“Hey!” Kol said. “I have a thousand years’ experience…princess.”

“Yeesh,” you said. “You must not have done a lot of kissing in the last thousand years.”

Kol laughed. This was probably a bad decision, but it didn't feel that way.

It felt like hope.

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party of two

pairing: non-idol!joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship. silly fic <3

warnings: food mentions. reader having a lonely childhood/teenage years. mentions of reader being in therapy pre-fic. joshua hong being a silly, silly man. hints at suggestive stuff post-fic, but it's left vague. slow dancing to jopping <3

word count: ~1.1k

daisy's notes: ya think ya big boi throwing three stacks imma show you how to ball you a mismatch opinionated but im always spittin straight facts

The last thing you expected to come home to were streamers, balloons, and everything you’d need for someone’s birthday party.

Immediately, panic set in first. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the apartment (and, truly, unless they were hiding in the bedroom or the bathroom, you would know), and Joshua had never gone behind your back to do something you asked him not to do before… But the decorations point to the party you asked him not to throw. Last year had been nice enough, sure, but you just wanted a quiet day with your boyfriend. Would it be worth it to step out and call him, just to clarify? 

Joshua walked past the entryway, stopping when he saw you were standing here. “Oh. Shit, you’re home early.” 

Forcing a smile, you just stepped over to slip out of your shoes and into your house slippers. “Mmhm. I was supposed to leave sooner, actually, but an emergency came up.” 

Joshua immediately set down the folded banner, snagging a party hat as he made his way over to you. “Well,” he said, stretching the string so that he could carefully put the hat on you. “We can party early, then.”

“Party?” You gave him a suspicious look.

“Party of two,” he booped your nose. “You said you didn’t have a lot of parties as a kid, so… When you told me to plan something fun, I thought we could do something silly.” 

Something about that made your heart swell in your chest. You’d told Joshua that you’d been a lonely kid (and teenager), rarely invited to parties and almost never having your own. It had messed with you growing up, sure, but you’d managed. Even though it felt silly to admit you’d gone to therapy over it, Joshua hadn’t judged you. He’d listened to your tales of attachment issues and other struggles carefully, nodding along and admiring your growth as a person. It hadn’t been easy, and it netted you some struggles with having healthy relationships in college, but you came out the other side with a new circle of friends who cared for you as much as you cared for them, and a healthy relationship with Joshua built on trust and communication. Still, it was nice to have him there to listen when you just needed to rant about how bullshit your youth had been. A week or so ago, it had been the realization that one of your birthday parties as a kid had been shared with a friend… who was probably the only reason people came.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Joshua had said after you finished your rant. “You were a kid. You said people liked you enough even if you weren’t invited to stuff.”

It was nice to have someone there who could ground you when you were getting too upset over things. Even now, as he stood before you with a stupid party hat sitting lopsided on his head, he’d taken your hand in his own. His thumb ran over your knuckles, watching as you looked past him to get a better view of the decorated living room. It’s all gold and shades of pink, and he just grinned at you.

“It’s all the store had today,”  he admitted. “I meant to go sooner, y’know, but… Kinda had some other things I needed to get in order.” 

Joshua took your other hand, swinging them as you finally melted a little and smiled at him. A party for the just two of you was particularly cheesy, but if it was with Joshua, you’d be happy to attend. “So…” You stepped forward. “What are we gonna do at this party?”

His gaze flickered down to your lips for just a moment. Yet the moment you leaned in, he reached up to press his fingers against them, stopping you in your tracks. “Keep it PG,” he teased with a mischievous grin you wanted to kiss off of him. “PG-13, if you have to.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. But instead of pulling away immediately, he leaned in, breath hot against your ear, “we can do more later, if you want.” 

No promises made, though: you’d have to see how you were feeling then. But you did take the chance to press a quick peck against his cheek before he could move away. Joshua guided you into the apartment, already rattling off about all of the plans he’d made. He’d ordered a tiny cake for the two of you to share, bought your favorite flavor of ice cream, bought pizza to really hammer home the idea of this being a casual party (not that you minded: the two of you cooked for each other often enough, getting takeout was a welcome break). He made no promises of party games or a plethora of gifts for you to unwrap… But he did pull out his phone, connected to the bluetooth speaker and turned up music—loud enough for the two of you, but not enough to bother the neighbors now. 

“Well?” He extended his hands to you again. “Do you wanna dance?”

Joshua Hong knew you couldn’t dance for shit. It was one of the things he pointed out to you when you were half-asleep one night and he drunkenly needed to tell you the little things he loved most about you. He said you were as graceful as a baby deer, but he loved it when you felt safe enough to be silly around him.

So you just accepted his hands. “I’d love to.” 

He just smiled at you before pulling you in, chest to chest, as he began to sway with you to music that was far from swayable. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You snorted in response. “Yeah… I wouldn’t,” you reached up, draping your arms around his neck. The sounds of Taeyong’s rap in the background nearly made you laugh. “But I like holding you.” 

“Ulterior motives,” he hummed. “By the way… I was thinking… For our wedding song—”

“Joshua.” The two of you weren’t even engaged yet, but you already knew what he was thinking.

He gasped in mock offense. “Are you telling me you don’t want to walk down the aisle to Mark’s rap in this song?”

It earned a real, warm laugh from you, and the look of pride on Joshua’s face told you that his job was done. He’d let you go soon and dance with you properly… But for now, he’d continue to sway with you, chatting about your day as he admired you a little longer.

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cute lil things seungmin would do ୨ৎ✮⋆˙

as your bf !

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genre : ☁︎

warnings : if you squint theres hard thoughts, pet names, teasing, cuteness <3

daisy. - wave to earth ↻ ⏮⏸⏭ ↺

⭑ hes not the mean type but the type to tease you about EVERYTHING ( teases you about how cute you are, how silly your being, ect... )

⭑ would write you little love somgs and sing them to you on your birthday, anniversary, and xmas as one of his 'gifts'

⭑ when hes needy hes a cuddler like he'd rather cuddle you then tell you what he really needs / wants. ( him being a lil subby puppy ) i'm sorry but him being a dom and calling you a slut or whole doesnt sit right with me, unless hes deciding to be the rough pup he is

⭑ PET NAMES ARE A BIG THING IN THE RELASTIONSHIP ( baby, pup, lil pup, mommy, ect... )

⭑ cant forget about lil notes around the house when hes gone telling you not to get kidnapped or scammed on the internet ( but at the end he puts how much he loves you and how much he misses you )

⭑ a big thing i think is lil boops on the nose when hes teasing / feeling playful or when he leaves for work, lil cheek and nose kisses <33

⭑ all jokes aside he loves you with every single fiber of his being and would die for you

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taglist : no one so far ^^

comment or dm me if you wanna be put on the taglist or for a request <3

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Masterlist | Part 1

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Marriage is very confusing, especially arranged marriage. You both were here for a reason and you are benefitting from this marriage. Your ideas, being sinfully similar, didn't require much conversation.

You have done some fucked up shit in your life that still haunts you to this day. Maybe it was the neglect you faced as a child, you don't really know the cause. But all these mistakes were made in your teenage years and you are well aware that you would never do those things again. You're a healed person after all.

One thing remains the same. You can't trust easily. Over the past years, you've built up this empire of your feelings, guarded with the toughest walls and equipped with the strongest weapons. God forbid if you ever let it all crumble over one person.

There was a facade you always maintained. A cheerful facade. You act as if you're sunshine and daisies, tactfully deceiving those who ever interact with you into believing you only have the purest of intentions. Though, you don't have any ill intentions, but you're always ready for a kill, if they come too close.

Your emotions weren't foreign to you. No matter how aware you are of yourself, you still pretend that you rather not have these emotions. A cringy act. That's what your life has become. You molded yourself into this perfect persona for others to perceive you as they prefer that you no longer know what is you and what is not you.

Marrying Satoru was intriguing. You couldn't figure out what he really wanted. You didn't know what facade to keep. You were stuck in a spiral of personality molds that you could shape yourself into, but it never seemed to satisfy him. Almost as if he doesn't care.

So all you did was ignore him. You did what you usually do and moved on about your life. You did act emotional in order to make him pay more attention to you, which worked, but that was because he did it out of obligation, not instinct.

Disappointed with the lack of progress, you decided to give up the act all together. Now this seemed like a good opportunity for Satoru. He knew what this play was. He was so familiar with it, because he's one of the actors too.

Manipulation came to him like breathing, a second nature almost. He loved this play as much as you did. He loved the arranged marriage trope as much as you did. He loved wanting to make his life into a play where only he can control the characters as much as you did.

That's how both of you began. A single celled marriage. Mix and Max, tick and tock, beep and boop. Whatever ridiculous word pairings humans came up with. You never communicated verbally unless it was for food or meeting the in-laws.

You both communicated through actions. Like grunting while putting down the keys harshly on the desk at Satoru's desk, a sign that the trope of this particular scene was enemies to lovers forced into an arranged marriage.

He would play his part gracefully. Making you a cup of tea and placing it begrudgingly on the kitchen counter so you could hear the clink of the tea cup on the marble before slamming the door to go to work.

The next day, he would purposefully mess up your work files, displacing them and rearranging their order indicating that it was a scenario where you would say something hurtful to him, making him cry and realising too late that you hurt him, coming back home and apologizing with pure regret.

You would get the hint. However, since you both made an unspoken pact that you will never directly confront each other, you aggressively tear his most "cherished" shirt given to him by his drunkard friend, all while he was watching you with pain.

Then you come back from work with a gift and a sticky note on which you drew ':('. He would then walk past you, not so subtly smelling your hair, for the act of course, and make coffee for the both of you, indicating that the scenario was perfectly played out.

One time, you would send him a picture of him with his female coworker, followed by a text saying "I knew it." Nothing was actually happening. It was just an indication that the next act you were about to play was a scenario of misunderstanding.

He gets the message, and he plays his role well. He comes home later than usual, eats dinner outside for two days, makes sure to see you as little as possible so you would play your role of overthinking and hyperventilating.

You, on the other hand, make dinner for two, just for the act. Sleep on the couch while waiting for him, whilst the food on the kitchen counter runs cold, just for the act. You look at him with eyes of betrayal, for the act.

He would then come home early. Decorate the house and present you with all the love he has in store for your 1 year anniversary, making you realise he wasn't cheating. Then you both sleep on the same bed, close to each other by proximity, far apart in the heart, but close to love, only the love in the act.

This routine, however, became troublesome when you both were faced with real situations outside of your little amusing plays. But that was also the start of a bond between you and Satoru.

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oh, i love your blog! your fics and headcanons and moodboards are all so wonderful, i really feel like i've stepped into the world of harry potter. can i request some headcanons for the first days of spring with the boys?

Thank you so much! It really means a lot :) Thanks for my first request too!!

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First Days Of Spring with the HP Boys

Remus Lupin -

He'd walk up to you unexpectedly, "boo", he'd whisper as he hid a bouquet of flowers behind him, hand wrapped in brown paper, with a label saying "y/n <3" attached with twine

He'd hand them to you with a big smiley kiss and take your hand, spinning you around, admiring you

You'd take one of the flowers from the bundle, removing the stem and placing it, with giddiness, into his hair

He'd do the same for you, putting it into your hair, with a gasp, "My pretty little flower", then he'd boop your nose, laughing

He'd wear the flower in his hair all day, even after you'd left, he'd even press it in one of his books, preserving it forever, later sticking it in his journal titled, 'Spring with my love ?/?/? (with the date)

Ron Weasley -

You'd pester Ron constantly about wanting to do some baking to celebrate the new season, he'd be reluctant but secretly excited to spend time with you

You'd both sneak down to the kitchens, greeting Dobby and the other house elves, who would help you out

You'd end up making spring biscuits, in all different shapes like flowers, eggs, chicks, hearts and tulips, much to Ron's dismay

There'd be icing and flour everywhere as you decorated the cookies, the house elves supressing a laugh watching Ron glooping icing on

"You've um ha, you've got some on your nose", he'd tell you as he wiped it off with his thumb, licking it

You wouldn't tell him of the flour hand prints he had on the back of his trousers, you'd noticed as you both left

Tom Riddle -

He'd walk past you in the hallway, slipping a note into your pocket, you'd think he ignored you, not realising what he did

When you'd gone to retrieve a quill from your pocket, you'd notice the letter, parchment folded with a messy, red wax seal

You'd open it discreetly and read it, it was a love poem from Tom, he'd written himself, not without a 'PS' at the bottom stating that if you showed, told or inferred to anyone the contents of this letter, you're dead.

You'd later meet up with him, where he'd show you all the different drafts of the poem, and other ones he'd written, even literature he'd annotated that reminded him of you

Whilst he read them to you, you'd pick at the grass randomly, pulling at daisies, making a chain

After a long time begging, he'd finally let you put it on him like a crown, but only because there was no one else around

Oliver Wood -

Dumbledore had asked you to help decorate the great hall for the annual springtime feast, and you've roped in Oliver

He'd say how it wasn't his thing but would be happy to help out anyway

Whilst you weaved garlands and enchanted paper chains, he'd just sit there watching you attentively like a painting in a museum, and praise you endlessly

After he'd spent a decent amount of time under your spell, he'd finally pull you over, sitting you on the wooden bench between his legs, where you'd grab his hands and show him how to make the wreaths and table decorations

Once everything was made, he'd grasp your hips and pick you up, helping you reach the windows and tall walls, decorating them prettily

By the end of it, the hall would be a cascading field of seafoam greens, dusty pinks and creams, the enchanted ceiling - clear and blue

Cedric Diggory -

You'd head into Hogsmeade together, making your way to Madame Puddifoot's, something you'd planned over the holidays

The tea shop would be hosting a Spring time special, an event for budding couples, it would be decked out with fresh flowers and frilly table cloths, heart garlands hung over the counter, and floating watering cans hovering over the tables to nourish the plants

It would be so romantic, he'd be constantly staring into your eyes with that handsome smile plastered on his face, stroking his thumb across your hand

You'd both rate the different teas and drinks that were delivered to your table, he'd keep a mental note of your favourites, ready to surprise you with them another time

On your way out, you'd write out Cedric's name on the window, drawing a heart around it in the condensation, giving him a wink as he playfully chased you

Draco Malfoy -

He'd invite you on an impromptu stroll around the Hogwarts grounds, preprepared with his trusty wellingtons already on, and coming to his own defence, saying that it's still wet out there

You'd walk casually, hand in hand, swinging them happily as you walked across the dirt path, overgrown, dewy grass brushing at your legs, and the fresh, floral air surrounding you, the flowers sleepily awaking from their slumber

The cool sun would expose his rosy cheeks and boyish grin

He'd tease you and pretend to shove you into the shallow puddles that still stubbornly littered the environment, ending up accidentally pushing you over, landing with a splash

You'd be covered in mud and water and he'd have an 'oh shit' expression and apologise instantly behind a subtle laugh

He'd offer you his jacket but you'd get your revenge by pushing him behind a tree and wiping your muddy hands over his face as you snogged him

Sirius Black -

He'd lead you outside, his hands over your eyes, until you reached a secluded little spot under a tree

When he let go you'd see the picnic he'd set up for you, a wicker basket filled with your favourites, on a red and cream plaid blanket on the grass

After you'd eaten, you'd sit together, head on his lap as he played with your hair, chatting, laughing and snuggling

Those little helicopter seed thingies would fly down over you both from the tree, he'd stick them all over you

Before leaving, he'd magic a swing from the tree and push you as you soared up and down

Then of course, he'd demand a turn, squealing "higher, HIGHER" and "weeeeee" as you pushed him

Neville Longbottom -

You'd be sat by yourself inside, when he'd come rushing in, searching for you, "Quick Y/N, quick hurry, come on", you'd follow him startled to one of the outside classrooms

As soon as you'd entered you'd realise why - it's like a zoo in there, brightly coloured eggs slowly hatching, large cucoons hanging like bats, tall vines beginning to bloom, fluffy little animals twitching their noses

The array of magical new life filled the room, he'd place newborn creatures in your palms, watching others take their first steps

He'd handle the animals so gently and tenderly, making your heart flutter

Finally, he'd lead you to the butterflies, just in time to watch them one by one burst from their cucoons and fly away in a rainbow of wings

You'd both realise that one of them happened to be a moth instead, to which he'd say, "... We'll call that one Snape", with a smug smile, looking for your approval as it flew away

[peanutbutter-doodles]

You Remind me of daisies

Today was a beautiful day to just go out and bask in the calming yet peaceful scenery. Skies are clear, flowers are blooming and the animals are out as well. It was the perfect day for you and Brian to have a lil picnic together and just relax with no worries.

Brian watched you in awe as you were picking out flowers in a nearby field while he was reading and eating a few of the strawberries. Strawberries you manage to grow and plucked from the garden, Strawberries that were so sweet and delicious just like you.

He goes back to his book more just to read a little as you were busy. As he was reading, a ladybug landed on his hand. He spots the ladybug and just starts talking to it. ''Having a Grand time as well?'' He says to the ladybug. It starts crawling around on his hand, he very gently yet softly touches the ladybug. ''Hungry?'' ''if you are you can have some of the strawberries my dear grew.'' He said while smiling, as if the ladybug was listening to him it flew directly to the basket, Brian watched as the ladybug disappeared into the basket.

''Who were you talking to bri?'' You asked, just in time as the bug flew away while you just appeared beside him holding a big bouquet of flowers and looking a lil winded.

''Oh, i was talking to a new friend.''

''Who was it luv?''

''a ladybug.''

''Awww.''

He looks at the flowers

''How much did you get?''

''Oh!'' ''i got a lot, it was like i was at the farmers market!'' You excitingly say, as you sit beside him as you go into detail of much flowers were there and how you went crazy getting them plus trying to be careful as well. He smiles as you into more details, He always loved it when your like this. Telling him things that some people may not care about deeply but to him it does cause it's from you and he loves learning about new things or just random stuff as well.

''-id you know there's a fruit called the dragon fruit?'' ''I didn't.'' You Laughed and suddenly remember the flowers you were holding. ''Oh and bri these are for you.'' You say, giving him the bouquet of flowers.

He gets the Bouquet

''Aw, thank you Luv.'' He said. Brian looks at the flowers and realizes what kind they are.

''Are these daises?''

You Nod, laying your head on his shoulder.

''Why?''

''Because.... You remind me of them.''

''I do?'' ''How?''

''Well, There charming~ You pecked his neck softly, he blushes a litte

Silly~ You boop his nose, he chuckles

And....'' You take one of the daises out of the bouquet.

''And what sunshine?'' He asked, Using that little nickname for you.

''Beautiful just like you~''

You Sweetly say as you put the flower in his hair, he looks up you at those Gorgeous Brown eyes of his.

''Beautiful like a daisy.''

[prismaticpichu]

Concept: experimental modified time materia brought out in sparring malfunctions somehow and now Zack and the Banora duo have a lil Sephling on their hands

LITTLE SEPH!!!!!! <333 Ahhhh this is glorious!!!

I would love to write this out some day dhdhdhd! I don’t have the full energy rn, but bc it’s such a phenomenal idea, I will try my best with one of my good ol’ fic/synopsis hybrids!

For a long while, everyone just stares, three mouths agape and three eyes struck with lightning. One minute they’re sparring, four swords going at it in at blazing speed. And the next—

“WHAT DID YOU DO, PUPPY?!” Genesis roars, whirling around to face the absolutetively befuddled Zack. See?This is why they don’t invite him to their TRAINING SESSIONS. The squirt was a walking heartbeat of destruction, pop songs, and comically large slip-ups. Nothing good ever happened when he was around.

“Don’t look at me!” Zack tries to defend himself. “All I did was cast Stop!”

Angeal gives a slow, incredulous blink, molasses on his lashes. “You stopped him alright.”

Meanwhile, at their feet, a 3yo Demon of Wutai cocks his head, sitting on his butt, his clothes and armor having conveniently shrunk to fit the size of his regression. Not Masamune though. That thing is abandoned on the floor, unaffected and forgotten.

“…Doc’ors?” Sephiroth blinks, his catlike eyes wide and round and sponging up most of the green in his eyes, his quicksilver hair gushing all the way down to his lap. Who are these people? They’re tall. And big. They aren’t wearing white coats either. One looks strong. One looks like he’s ready to explode. One of their heads’ looks like a mop.

Upon hearing him speak, hearing him squeak in his little Seph voice, Zack’s heart completely melts; all his bafflement and paranoia and most likely sense of reality is zapped away as he scoops up the little guy, raising him high in the air Simba-style.

“Ohhh look at you! You’re like a little doll! in ShinRa wear, Seph! Look at those eyes! Those pauldrons! Boop!”

Angeal and Genesis proceed to watch in deadlike silence as Zack boops the little guy’s nose, raising him up and down and up and down and upsy daisy and downsy daffodil. Seph is frozen at first, these gestures completely and utterly alien… but it’s not long before he’s clapping his hands and little giggles are bubbling from his throat. He likes mop head!

“Would you cut that out?!” Genesis roars suddenly—loud enough to startle the poor baby Seph, consequently causing him to start crying in the puppy’s arms. Zack’s face immediately hardens as he hugs Seph close, and now it’s his turn to whirl around in disapproval. Yeah, GENESIS.

“Hey! Be gentle with him!” Zack scolds, little Seph clutching at the fabric of his collar.

“That is Sephiroth, you nimrod! Do you not see the issue here?”

“The issue is that you’re scaring him!”

“He’s… SEPHIROTH.”

Angeal is wondering where the nearest retail shop is hiring.

~

After some intelligent discussion, baby Seph is brought back to Angeal’s place—just for the time being. And here’s where the fun starts! Everyone needs to chip in! Sephiroth is thirsty, first things first, having been plopped on the couch next to Zack. Zack is scrolling through the educational TV channels as Angeal fishes out a water bottle out from the fridge, walking it over—

“What’s that?”

Angeal stops in his tracks, blinking in surprise. “It’s water,” he explains—how is he supposed to talk to his friend? Like a preschool teacher? Like a therapist?

Seph’s confusion doesn’t fade. “Hojo always give me water in bowl.”

Zack pauses on Blue’s Clues.

…Excuse him?

Seph proceeds to explain that Hojo always gives him water—and, and food—in a little bowl that sounds suspiciously similar to a dog bowl. Angeal is dumbfounded, having to move Seph’s hands to hold the water bottle right while Genesis throws some untasty swears out there (covering his ears ofc). Zack, meanwhile, is floating somewhere between anger and an ache he can’t even pinpoint. All he knows is that he’s suddenly hugging Seph close, squishing his doll-sized leather jacket against his chest. That wasn’t cool, glasses man >:(

~

Following water break is play time! Zack whips out some crayons and paper to doodle with Seph while Angeal and Genesis prepare dinner—on a plate, thank you. Zack goes on to doodle some very nice pictures~ a giraffe, a river, a flamingo. He’s laughing and telling jokes with baby Seph, casually glancing over after a while to see—

“Uh, bud… what’s that?”

Seph doodled what can only be described as a pile of spaghetti—spaghetti that’s green, and has a face, and is dripping slime, and that has a bloody splotch for one of its eyes.

“I see her in dreams sometimes,” Seph says then, surprisingly blanched of emotion. “She visits me.”

Aight! Art time’s over!

~

“SEPHIROTH! GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK!”

No one could have predicted the Zoomies.

It was all going so smoothly…! Seph was pajama-ed, he had his teeth brushed, he was all snug and toasty and ready for bed—!

And he had Genesis’ favorite copy of Loveless. And zipping around the apartment at Mach 5 speed. And bouncing from furniture to furniture. And singing the Blue’s Clues song.

“C’mon, Seph…” Genesis finally corners him, bringing down his voice. “Give it back to your old buddy Genesis.”

“Okie!” Seph chirps, and proceeds to chuck the book with all his prodigious strength, hitting Genesis square in the nose. Bingo! He scored a touchdown!

“Nice shot!” Zack calls from across the room.

~

It’s bedtime! Angeal and Genesis collapse from exhaustion, Seph settled on the couch with a pillow and blankie. Zack takes an air mattress beside him, having even lent his favorite dragon plushie to the little bean to sleep. He loves it! All is well, the apartment falls silent, the craziness of the day and all its sci-fi stupidity fading away into a blessed oasis of peace.

Until the sobbing starts.

The sound is low, dim, stifled… a broken song that is being cracked between Sephiroth’s lips. Zack stirs immediately, shaking the little Seph awake and propping him up. Seph’s eyes are streaked with tears, glistening with beads of Mako-blue as Zack delicately gazes at him. His heart pretzels.

“What’s wrong, little bud…?”

Seph snivels, wiping his tears on Muffin the dragon. “I see her. She’s here. She says I should hurt you. Hurt two guys too.” His sobs break into something louder, splintering, and Zack can’t take it a moment longer; he settles himself on the couch and brings little Seph close, cocooning his arms around him, swaddling him, letting him cry into his chest. He doesn’t move, not an inch. Not even as Seph’s sobs slowly ebb and a faint snore replaces them.

Eventually, the warmth bubbled against him, breathing into him in calm, slow zephyrs, Zack closes his eyes and falls asleep.

~

Thankfully, in this case, time materia is temporary! Woooo! It’s very strange when Sephiroth wakes up in Zack’s arms, wearing onesie pajamas and holding a plushie. Very strange indeed.

“Oh…” Zack pulls back, coral flaring on his cheeks. “Hi Sephiroth!”

Sephiroth doesn’t say a word. He just glances down, absorbing the floofy sleepwear, his expression steely as a block of steel.

“Seph—“

“Don’t.” Sephiroth says, straightening, and steps over his sleeping best friends as he makes his way to the door.

[typosandtea]

Hello! Thank goodness Fallout 4 retconned the no cats thing so we can still boop each other in the wasteland. 🐾

Anyway I think it's so sweet that you're doing drawings for people 🥺may I please request a drawing of my Sole Survivor, Daisy? She usually wears the Minutemen Outfit and Militia Hat. Also she’s a farmer so if you wanted to add a rad chicken or something that would be so cute!!

Tysm and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

Hey there! Thanks for such a lovely ask, I hope you’re having a great day too!

Truly cats in fallout is one of the good retcons! Boop 🐱

Your sole’s name is Daisy? That’s also my soles name!!!!!! Though they look nothing alike haha! Your sole is very cool!

I also think chickens are so cute and adorable, such no thoughts head empty animals!

[ID: a digital drawing. A blonde woman in minuteman attire, minuteman cowboy hat, a Pipboy and leather shoulder armour from fallout 4 is pictured leaning over a wooden fence facing forward. She has light freckles and blue eyes and chin length blonde hair, she is looking at a brown rad-chicken that is standing on a fence post to the right and smiling. The chicken has bare patches of skin from radiation, but is happy and stupid like most chickens. The background of the image is very sketchy undefined grass, trees, sky and clouds. The artists signature is in the bottom right above a fence post “typos & tea ‘24” in navy blue. End ID]

[please-be-nice-im-sensitive]

You can ignore this if you'd like, but could you talk about positive things this world has? Entirely fine if not, though

oh sure!!!!!!!

Dogs

fluffy clouds

clover flowers

daisies

children giggling

songs

swingsets

sunsets

sunrises

snow

Capybaras

pretty fish

pawprints

smiles

doodles

kindness

candy

friends

waterfalls

fresh baked bread

weeping willows

curly cues

warm tea

fireflies

Dancing

fireworks

bells

lullabies

Lilies

nose boops

funny faces

cookies

there’s a lot more I’m just tired sorry

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

hey y'all! My first poll :D

SUMMARY: There have been notes of homicide in St. Louis, Missouri, and everyone is on edge. Business eventually falls short for the Little Daisy Cafe and the Hotel Maribel, causing both the trio of Marigold and Lackadaisy to put matters into their own hands, and, much to Freckle’s concern, Ivy’s amusement, Rocky’s insanity, the Savoy siblings entertainment, and Mordecai’s everlasting migraine with these people, join forces to figure out what this phenomena is. However, they all had one thing in common, despite the different sides: keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.

Kudos/likes, reblogs, shares and criticism are appreciated! <3

[darthnil]

“Where are they?” Fox frowned as he looked at his chronometer, Cody and Wolffe were supposed to be here ten minutes ago and it was very unlike them to be tardy, so with a sigh he stood up and went in search of the two, he was surprised to see them still out on the strip, “Why is everyone out here, I was expecting you in my office ten…” He started but stopped when he saw the tiny cadet CT-9966 in Cody’s arms, he sighed and massaged his forehead because of course it was the cadet, “Should have guessed it was because of the cadet.”

“What’s the matter Fox? Don’t like our tiny cadet?” Cody asked with a grin, “Even Wolffe likes our tiny cadet.” He frowned more because why was that a question?

“It’s not that I don’t like him…” He had had little actual contact with the tiny cadet and therefore had no baseline to form any type of relationship with the toddler.

He froze when Cody approached him and 66 reach out and pat Fox’s nose with a big smile on his small face, “Boop.” Cody smiled as 66 giggled.

“Hm.” He frowned at the look on the others’ faces but felt something when 66 patted his nose again.

“Boo!” The toddler said excitedly.

“New word!” Sawbones said and Fox felt that something get bigger at the thought of 66 learning a new word just for him… wait… why was he thinking that? He was a battle-hardened soldier, a member of the GAR and the Commanding Officer for the entire base! He should not be experiencing that kind of thing when faced with a cadet not even of age to begin training!

He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t stop that something from growing at the sight of the Wolfpack members gifting the tiny cadet a onesie emblazoned with their symbol, “We’ll have to get you one for the 212th then.” Cody said and Fox had to wonder how the two Commanders had relaxed when in the presence of this cadet, when they were normally like him but the sound of the cadet’s attempt at an ‘awoo’ did make the transition a little more understandable.

“Knowing how much the massiff handlers like him, I imagine they’ll get him something with their symbol.” He was getting pestered by Hound to put dibs on getting 66 assigned to the handler’s division, doubled by Tusk putting his dibs in also.

“You could get him a Corrie one Fox.” Stitches had a crap-eating grin on his face as he chuckled, “He can have one from everyone.”

“Hm.” He glared at the man when he chuckled but froze, blinked and looked down at the small cadet who was now wrapped around his legs.

“Bah!” 66 wasn’t scared of him apparently, which was confusing… but if he wasn’t scared of Stitches then Fox had no hope.

He wasn’t sure about being the cadet’s ba’vodu but the cadet was apparently adamant that he would become one, this was corroborated by everyone else, “Fine.” He grumbled and with a sigh he picked up the cadet, “Up you get.”

“You have to say it correctly, it’s upsie daisy.” He glared at Stitches again, whoever this man was it was not the Stitches he’d come to know.

“Don’t worry Fox, took me a while too.” Wolffe said and Fox grumbled again because not only had 66 taken control of Cody but he had taken control of Wolffe… which was a bigger thing than Cody, Cody was a lot more friendly than the two of them but now Wolffe was able to joke with people and be something softer than before.

“Boo!” He blinked and looked to 66 again when the cadet patted his nose before wrapping his tiny arms around his neck, he wasn’t sure he was able to stop the something in his chest, not when such a small cadet wasn’t afraid of him.

“Love the look vod!” He managed to squash it down when Cody grinned at him.

“Hm.” He frowned and placed 66 down on the ground carefully, he wasn’t going to show his affection but he wasn’t going to be needlessly rough with the toddler, it wasn’t his fault the adults were enjoying taking the piss out of him, “We should head to my office, brief you before your General’s arrive.”

“Sure thing.” Wolffe nodded, then they all looked at 66 when the toddler bounced happily and giggled, “You ready to keep up with the pack?” 66 giggled again before making his ‘awoo’ which his men returned immediately and Wolffe only briefly hesitated on returning.

Fox tried with all his might to keep some distance between the group and himself but 66 was trailing him at the fastest speed his little legs could carry him and almost keeping pace with him despite those little legs, all the while he saw that the cadet was trying to mimic how Fox walked but wasn’t succeeding, he frowned more when he noticed the amount of people who were staring at them, obviously confused as to why he was being chased by a tiny, giggling cadet, “Just to my office.” He whispered under his breath, he just had to get to his office and hope that Stitches and Sawbones would take 66 somewhere away from him before he allowed himself to accept that something in his chest.

-

“Vod.” He was taken away from his reports by Thorn suddenly appearing in front of him and suddenly there was a cadet in his lap, “Hold him, I need to use the refresher.”

“Thorn I must pro…” He didn’t get the rest of his sentence out before Thorn left in a hurry, “Hm… he did that on purpose didn’t he?” He asked 66 who giggled with a big goofy grin on his face, “I heard from Grim how you came to be under the protection of Stitches and Sawbones… do you feel safe now? With them and your new family?”

“Bah?” 66 looked a little confused and Fox could hear him smelling the air.

“Don’t tell anyone else… but yes, you can call me bah.” He smiled a little, earning happy giggles and bounces from the small cadet before those small arms attempted to hug him tight but were too small to do it successfully, “I’m sure Stitches and all you medic bavodu’e are keeping you safe from Se but know that if you need somewhere to go… then you can always come here and we’ll keep you safe too.”

“Boo!” He smiled more when 66 patted his nose again.

“Boop.” He tapped 66’s mask, earning more giggles before 66 yawned sleepily and wiped his eyes, “Oh dear, are you tired now?”

“Bah…” 66 nodded and without hesitation lay against Fox and snuggled up with a small sigh.

“Running after me must have been very tiring for your little legs.” He carefully put his hand on 66’s small back, “I’ll keep you safe while you sleep.”

“Bah.” 66 nodded before sighing again and after a moment of silence, soft snores left the small clone.

“Hm.” He huffed a small laugh before returning to his reports.

“Bah?” He hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep until he was awoken by 66’s voice and a small hand tapping his cheek.

“Hm?” He blinked and looked to the small, confused face of 66, obviously the small clone hadn’t anticipated Fox falling asleep either, “I do apologise, can’t really keep you safe if I fall asleep can I?” He smiled and tapped the front of 66’s mask.

“Bah!” 66 gave a goofy grin as he bounced.

“I…” He started but caught the flash of a camera, “Thorn!”

“Oh no!” Thorn yelped as Fox tore after him but still his brother took photos.

66 was giggling happily from his arms as he chased Thorn down, he paused the chase only briefly to hand 66 off to his parents, “You two, take him and prepare a funeral.”

“Yes sir.” Sawbones smiled as he began the chase again.

“Thorn! You better not have shared those with anyone!” He yelled after his brother, “Stop running that’s an order!”

He saw Thorn run straight to Stitches and Sawbones in the atrium and was now using Stitches as a grumpy human shield, “I’m not getting involved.” Stitches hissed

He stopped when 66 ran to him and hugged his leg, bouncing and giggling up at him, “Saving him cadet?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, earning more giggles and bounces, obviously the cadet knew he wasn’t going to actually kill Thorn, merely beat him up, “Fine, you get to live another day Thorn.”

“Phew! Thanks tiny trooper!” Thorn grinned.

“Hm.” He frowned, he didn’t know exactly why this cadet was having such a profound effect on him, he’d never had this happen with cadets before, maybe if was because normal cadets were generally nowhere near as affectionate as 66 was? Maybe because he wasn’t afraid of Fox or his temperament, that he just went straight in for hugs and affection? Regardless, it had an effect on not only Fox himself but two Generals of high standing, with 66 calling General Plo his bah buh… it had an effect on Stitches too, it was weird seeing someone as sarcastically formidable as Stitches make jokes and playful jabs at people, putting it mildly it was weird seeing him being normal because even when Fox saw him with Sawbones it was a different kind of gentleness than what he was seeing with 66, which was also having an effect on how Stitches interacted with Sawbones.

Weird.

-

Fox hated when everyone had to leave, when his batchmates had to leave again for some stupid diplomatic mission, he wouldn’t be caught dead saying those things out loud because karked if he would be perceived as weak, someone who needed people to stay with him every day and every night but he did miss having people in the bunkroom with him… having people sounds in the bunkroom, even though Thire snored like someone was strangling a rancor, it was the sound of his brothers, his family. Which was probably why he’d fallen asleep with 66 on him, he was safe and not alone, he could catch some sleep, he wondered if 66 realised that when he decided to use Fox as an impromptu bed or was the small cadet so tired from his exciting day that he would sleep just about anywhere?

He sighed because he had to deliver the pack with everyone’s decanting day gifts for 66’s first decanting day, Thorn decided to bully him out of his office so they could go get 66 something also, from command to the small trooper that Hound was still pestering him about recruiting. He looked at the wrapped gifts and frowned, he looked at them and realised something… they would keep 66 loved and warm but he needed protection too, without hesitating he took his shoulder piece off and hastily wrote a note, “For when he’s older” and placed both items on his desk so he could wrap them up. He couldn’t physically be with 66 to keep him safe from Se and the witch’s minions but he could give the small clone armour to keep him safe, even if said piece was basically the size of 66’s head, would 66 grow into full trooper armour or would he require modified armour similar to his older brothers’? The long necks were experimenting with everything it seemed… he moved quickly to reach Stitches and 66 before they boarded the transport, hopefully it was late again because even though it annoyed Stitches so Maker damned much, it would give Fox ample time to give the pack over, he didn’t sign his package but hopefully 66 would catch his smell from it and know it was from him.

“Keep him safe Stitches.” He looked the medic dead in the eyes, “That’s an order.”

“Of course Commander.”

Good… protect that boy when I can’t.

A companion piece for my story Two Medics and a Baby staring Fox and his love for a tiny bean

[klonoadreams]

Mama Rouge and Mako's mom get to vibe in the afterlife after giving their children the best futures they could and whilst living would've been preferable, they did the best they could and that's definitely a good thing.

😔

It's tough being a mom in the world of One Piece, where the World Government is corrupt as all hell jfc.

Can't have shit in this world lmaooo.

As far as I remember back, I just remember making Mako's mama from Amazon Lily and a Kuja Pirate. Papa is like just some rando who happens to be Fisher Tiger's brother.

And that's about it for Mako's lineage, because it's a god damn mystery from her mother's side, due to the fact that Amazon Lily inhabitants have to leave in order to reproduce. So good luck trying to find a lead.

Like the ambiguity of it, mainly cuz Mako really has been lucky. And the series of events that occurred after she was born. Honestly, she's like baby Kiyoko from Tokyo Godfathers in terms of luck and bringing people together. :V

Only time will tell if I go further into Mako's mama, but as an FYI, her name is Calystegia - after one of my favorite Persona Dancing All Night songs and also the flower theme of Amazon Lily, as it's a name for morning glory (one of many genera) :V

Mako got her hair and eye color from her mama, which is how she got her name.

This is a calystegia macrostegia, aka, island morning glory. Kinda fitting, no?

of course, there is another that also fits

Dolce Vita Morning Glory. This one is Ipomoea purpurea, which is the common morning glory and comes in many colors, the dolce vita one refers to this one specifically.

And if you know the meaning of dolce vita, then you can also see some irony with Mako and her Mama. :V (Grandma was named Ipomoea and in my head, I just see this lineage of women named after flowering plants in the asterids clade (of which includes the common daisy, forget-me-nots, nightshades, the common sunflower, petunias, lavender, lilac, jasmine, honeysuckle, and snapdragons).

That's about as deep as it currently goes, but it could get deeper, or it could not. Either way, Mako may not be living la dolce vita, but that won't stop her from enjoying her life to the fullest.

I'll just leave this here boop

(Ipomoea Nil)

[theautisticcentre]

Please write a fic of Mathew and Willow bonding!!

You son of a- Why didn't I think of this? (Also, sorry this took so long, I totally forgot about this, and now I'm gonna make this Mathlow-)

I will make a Platonic version if you want!

WILLOWED WING

Mathew sat outside in the garden, staring up to the sky as the sun shined down onto his face. Many little animals such as butterflies and ladybugs scuttled over to him, causing his face to show a warm smile as he admired the nature around him, brushing his fingers through the grass and flowers as he giggled with joy. As he did so, a flash of white covered his eyes, and when it subsided, Mathew spotted Willow photographing the scene in front of her. "Hi there. Sorry about the suprise, I just saw what was happening and wanted to capture it." Mathew giggled and asked, "Well, did you get my good side," to which Willow replied, "You have a bad side?", causing Mathew to blush and smile for all to see.

"Yeah, I've been practicing photography. Natalie was kind enough to lend me her old camera, and I was thinking...would you mind being my model for a bit?" Mathew simply smiled at Willow's question, and answered with, "Of course, my daisy." Willow yelped with glee and said, "OK, can I then brush away some stray hair on your face?" Mathew nodded, and Willow dod so, to which she concluded with a boop to Mathew's nose, causing him to turn red. "OK, you look perfect, let's get to work. Alright, maybe try holding a flower first?" Mathew then picked out a nearby daffodil and held it close to his face, allowing Willow to capture a beautiful photo.

"Amazing! You really got that posing thing-" Willow was cut off when Mathew flew to her quickly and gently placed the daffodil in her hair, causing her cheeks to redden as she let out a flustered chuckle. "Hehe, that's...thanks. Anyways, can you go back to doing what you were doing before I came along?" Mathew nodded, and layed back down on the grass, before Willow captured another shot. "Ooh, that was a good one. Wanna see?" Mathew flew over and saw the photo, smiling contently. "...Y'know, if we ever get back home...I'd really like to visit the woods you lived in for so long. I bet there's all kinda beautiful stuff there. I mean, you were from there, so..." Mathew's cheeks got redder and his smile got wider.

"Well, if you say so...hey, why don't we lay down together? I'd...really enjoy having you by my side." Willow pondered for a bit before agreeing, and they both layed on the grass as the sun shined bright. "So...you...never talk about why you hate Odalia Blight so much. I mean, I hate her too, but...if you're comfortable sharing..." Mathew's face turned to one of grim remembrance, like he was remembering a terrible memory. Because he was. "OK...when I was little...Odalia...killed my parents and burnt my village to the ground...I also thought my sister was dead for so long..." Willow's eyes widened in shock and horror.

"Oh my Titan...I'm so sorry...Here, let me..." And with that, Willow gently embraced Mathew, and Titan she felt so warm that he swore he could've melted. As they embraced, Mathew's eyes slowly grew heavier and heavier, and he asked, "Hey...I'm getting a bit tired... can I-", before he was cut off by a kiss from Willow, who replied, "Of course. If it makes you comfortable." And with that, Mathew smiled, and slowly and tenderly fell asleep in Willow's arms.

THE END.

[toasttt11]

boop <3

how have you been in the very short time since we talked?

I had a seb and Luke thought, well more of a daisy thought. You said that the boys but her jackets and all sorts of lovely things but do they ever train her do to shows, like jumping or dresarege?

alright you?

she does like wearing clothes and the boys spoil her but no she is trained but does not compete in any type of shoes

[chickrawker]

#nowspinning #delasoul - #3feethighandrising to celebrate the #reissue of this album and the availability of their music on streaming services. This version is the 2013 reissue. I was happy to get it then and am even happier that their music is now more widely available. Enjoy this #hiphoplegend! #vinyl #vinyligclub

"Now it's time to let this rhyme style

Get somewhat poured in the mold

Hold my hand and we'll pick my plantation

Of daisies for a bouquet of soul

Life will begin at the cut of a rim

Take it as filled to the rim as in brim

Squeeze your stoop like Betty Boop

We'll make Campbell Alphabet Soup

And spell Plug One's within

Forward march is the say

When transistors will play

Come into bed is the move

Dolby Sound will be then top crown

When I put the needle into your groove

I got a good thing

And in full swing

I show this in gifts, words or letters

But even without those three

Eye know you'll be close to me 'cause

Eye know I love you better"

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