#eventually I���ll draw their brothers

[skrewtiny]

Maybe it’s just me, buuuuuuuut…

Colby fits actually quite well as Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors

*i’m thinking more the Broadway(?) Musical, not the Film, but eh both really*

Behold… visualization, and then i’ll explain my thought process

Yes the Plant is not consistent in the two but i figured out how to draw the plant a bit more to my liking after the colored picture HHHHhhhhHHhhhH..anyway.

Major Spoilers for Little Shop of Horrors it’s inevitable i’m sorry—

*for those who aren’t familiar with Lsoh, it’s a ‘musical about a timid florist named Seymour who discovers a carnivorous plant called Audrey II(Which i’ve named Cassie II, for the sake of this), which brings him sudden success by attracting customers with its strange beauty, but at a terrible price as the plant demands increasingly gruesome sustenance, forcing Seymour to make dark choices to maintain his newfound fame and pursue his love interest, Audrey’, thanks Google lollll! Btw this is going to be kinda long so rip attention span-*

First off, we know Colby is a fan of Herbology, and i’d assume just plants in general, as well as i’d assume he knows quite a bit about them. So working at a Florist Shop and having Strange Plants as a hobby isn’t far off, in my opinion.

And then we get to the Plant itself. Frankly, sad as it might be, i do think Colby could be sweet-talked into feeding the plant the ‘gruesome’ things, given the correct incentive(this isn’t to say he absolutely would, but yk). In this case, it’s fame, wealth, wanting for absolutely nothing, and *cough* Cassandra to like him back *cough*.

If we think back to the ending of Playing with Dragons Fire, MC basically says/thinks ‘I’m glad Colby gets to be the center of attention for once’, or something similar. And yeah, Colby very much gets overshadowed by the company he keeps, pretty much wherever he goes. Whether it’s Fischer, Cassandra, or anyone else, really. He’s not the most eccentric, and doesn’t actively try to get the attention onto him, unlike…certain..brothers…of his..but given the offer to have that attention, to be known as a ‘Botanical Genius’ of sorts, to pretty much be a celebrity and have the love of hundreds- i think he would be tempted. Just add in the rest and it’s a done deal, really.

That, and the Plant being able to get him to do things isn’t really out of pocket or anything. Going back to the Black Lake Lullaby Q&A, it says:

"Oh, yes, definitely. Fischer's eyes are a slightly darker shade of mean. No? Okay, so maybe you can't tell the brothers apart by looking at them, but they do have different personalities. Fischer is the leader, more apt to draw his wand, and always eager to start a fight.

Colby is the sensitive soul who hesitates before casting that curse (sometimes) and would rather not get into trouble but has difficulty saying no to his brother.”

Now of course Fischer isn’t a carnivorous Plant, but the concept is the same. Colby has a bit of difficulty saying no, likely more so to those he cares about. And He’s been taking care of this Plant for quite some time, talks to the thing, affectionately calls it ‘Twoey’- and yeah i get it’s a plant and how close could he really be with it, but…still.

Not to mention, the first k!ll the Plant suggests is Audrey’s very(TW) Abusive and Toxic boyfriend, whom Seymour/Colby already very much dislikes for what he does to Audrey, and he really wants to help her out of the Relationship so she doesn’t get hurt. Using that as a manipulation tactic to get him to give in, the Plant has a good chance. After all, ‘How bad could it really be, that the jerk’s gone’(i forget the actual quote but it’s something along those lines).

And of course, Colby would eventually come to his senses and feel guilty, what with the things he did just to keep the Plant alive and thus keep his selfish fame ongoing. That would absolutely drive him crazy, and i think he would decide to quit feeding the plant, leaving it to d!e even at the cost of success. But the one cost he realizes he can’t well live with, is losing Cassandra/Audrey. He believes she only realized she liked him because of the fame and success, and is afraid to lose that. So he can’t stop, can he…? No.

That mindset ends quickly however when the Plant tries to eat the Girl, in which his resolve quickly hardens and he would indeed attempt to chop the plant to pieces.

In the Broadway(?) Musical i’m pretty sure he does not succeed, but in the Movie he does…so, yeah. That’s fun.

So yeah! Those are my thoughts, sorry i’m bad at explaining my thoughts, i hope that was coherent and made some sliver of sense!

Quite a bit of it is likely headcanon and it might not line up with yall’s view of him, but yeah this is just me :>

*P.S. Cassandra does NOT fit Audrey whatsoever, but she is Colby’s canon crush, so i can pretend……..also here’s that snipped from the Q&A(on the Wiki cuz the actual Q&A is gone), i don’t want to say things are canon without proof, which is ALSO probably just a me thing, but yeah :D*

[driftsart]

What's Megatron and Starscream's relationship?

Info under cut ⬇️⬇️

Well, Starscream's never been a fan of Megatron. He doesn't really believe in what the decepticons stand for, cause he was a member of the higher class and didn't care much about the others.

The only reason he joined the deceptions is because he and his brothers were rescued and didn't have anywhere else to go.

Starscream tried hurting Megatron at times just out of hate, but luckily Soundwave was always around and was there to defend Megatron.

When Starscream tried harming Megatron, it angered Soundwave so much that he'd literally try to k!ll Starscream and hurt him as much as possible, but Megatron always insisted for Soundwave to let him live, he'd even cry.

As Starscream recovered from the wounds of the fights with Soundwave, Megatron would be the one there to care for him even after what he did.

Starscream started to tolerate Megatron eventually, and even though Starscream keeps his distance at most times, he doesn't try to harm Megatron in any way anymore, and Megatron sometimes tries inviting him to do things such as making some stuff out of wood (That's Meg's favorite hobby), and things like that to strengthen their relationship. And even though Starscream doesn't admit it, he enjoys those activities.

(I made this a while ago I'm busy rn and can't draw anything atm :o)

[reytiri]

ll. The hunt

Pairing: Neteyam x y/n

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You smiled as you made your way through the clan. Your 18th rotation just passed.

You smiled as you approached kiri. "So, what are the crazy plans for today?" You asked following the group of teens through the forest curious of where they were going.

"The old shack," Lo'ak responded. You felt a ping in your chest you knew it was off limits.

"Its off limits," You spoke clearly.

"Yeah, yeah, have some adventure in you y/n," Lo'ak responded.

"You don't have to come," Spider added.

"Not happening, you guys need me to come and save your asses, when some animal attacks you," You responded with a laugh continuing following them. You bow hung across your chest.

You continued following them as they approached the old shack. You stopped as you look down seeing a large navi footprint.

You halted the group pointing down at the footprint, ushering them behind you. You pulled your bow into your hands, pointing for lo'ak to push forward on the right and yourself on the left. He followed your lead.

You edged up closer, seeing a group of navi's in camo uniform. You quickly approached lo'ak, "call it in." You demanded.

-

"Have you seen y/n?" Neteyam asked your older brother, Marok, you both had a day off and had planned on going out flying together to relax. However, he had not found you anywhere in the village.

"No, she went to the village this morning," He responded, continuing through the village as Neteyam followed behind him.

Neteyam was confused, you were not one to skip out on the few days you were able to relax together.

He eventually decided to just go out with his mother and father scoping the area.

"Dad, do you copy?" They heard through the comms on their necks.

"Lo'ak, what is it?" Jake responded.

"We're as the old shack, and there are navi here in camo gear, we don't recognize them," Lo'ak spoke quickly and with a hushed tone.

"Whose we?" Jake asked as they all shared a worried look.

"Me, spider, kiri, tuk, and y/n," He spoke once more.

Neteyam felt a ping through his chest one similar to yourself earlier. He worried what could happen to his siblings but more so you.

"We're on our way stay put," Jake responded quickly changing direction to the old shack.

"Lo'ak do you copy?" He asked.

"Copy, si-" The comms cut out before Lo'ak could finish. -

-

You all were sat in a circle held down by the group of navi. Your weapons tossed to the side as they held guns to your heads.

They were inspecting Lo'ak's hand knowing he was Jake's kid.

He spoke over the intercom threatening tuk.

As the eldest three landed. Neytiri and Jake demanded Neteyam to stay put knowing how he had protective tendancies when ti came to not only his siblings but you.

Neteyams felt anger raging through out his body at this how could he just leave you.

As arrows and bullets began to fly. You snuck off running through the forest. It wasn't until you bumped into a large chest that you fell back. Throwing yourself back further to get away from the navi.

"Hey, hey its me," Neteyam called out stepping forward. You then through yourself at him.

He pulled you closer.

"My bow," You muttered to him.

"What?" He questioned pulling away to look down at you.

"my bow, it's back there , I have to go get it," You urged, turning to run back to the sight they held you at.

"y/n," He spoke before grabbing your arm.

"There still there, you can't go back," He urged.

"Nete, I have too," You begged, "That bow is the last thing I have that means something to me."

He slowly nodded,"Do not move."

He then ran off to the sight. You stayed put sat behind a tree. You heard steps, quickly drawing your concealed Knife in case it wasn't Neteyam returning. As the footsteps approached you gripped the knife harder turning to look past the tree.

You saw Neteyam carrying your father's bow.

You smiled moving to grab it from him. "Thank you," You smiled hugging him once more.

"We need to go, there still out here," He urged gripping your hand as you approached the meeting place of his family.

[kkpaaw]

So I have been obsessed with Genshin recently and was inspired to make an oc so I did!

Meet Dvita! A Eleven year old Polearm user

The name Dvita means “doubleness” or “duality,” and refers to a being that exists in two forms.

I chose that name for a specific reason! This oc is two beings in one. Kota (the body host) and his twin brother Kenji (the possesser).

Bit of information to explain

Kota and Kenji were both born in Inazuma. Their family (on their mothers side) has a Lineage of Illuminated beast as their great grandpa was a Fei Lian. Sometimes eventually the family moced to inazuma hence why they came from Inazuma. While the gene skipped their mother the twins were born as Fei Lian hybrids (hence the horn and snake tail)

Anyway. When The twins were 8 Kenji (the older twin) sadly passed away in a wagon incident crossed with a monster attack. Their parents, through their greif spiraled and were obsessed with bringing him back. Using most of their resources they discovered many options but all were deemed either illegal information or information they woudl have to ask the higher ups about, which could lead them in extreme trouble. They were eventually told about a doc on the mainland that could potentially help them and snuck out of inazuma to find them

Long story (trust me it's very long) short

They sought out ll Dottore and he managed to convince them to bind Kenjis spirit to Kota so they were always together and so Kenji could be with them without anyone who knew of Kenjis death asking how he came back. Through forceful means (as I said in the image) they ended up bounded and in the process ended up killing their parents. They were dumped somewhere and woke up with little to no memories intact and now wonder trying to figure out what happened and gain their memories back. Changed their name to Dvita to unite them more and they were on their way

The longer story going into more details but I woudl be typing forever if I did that so I shorted it significantly.

I love them so much and creating them reminded why I would love to have a "little boy" character type. Cmon we got little girls give us the adorable little boys! They desever some love and attention too.

Hope you guys like them ill be drawing them more (like their character card and drawing them performing their in game attack actions and what not plus just doodles) so expect to see them more! (Not today tho, I spent like 10 hours on this)

[dumbgothbunny]

Just a taste (Kanato x Reader)

Authors note: So I had this idea brewing in my head for a few days. I never have time to write but I managed to do this on the notes in my phone during my down time. I haven’t written actual years so I really hope it’s not total ✨garbage✨ also I hope I did Kanato’s character justice 😭

TW’s under the read more <3

TW: Non-con, Lactation, fingering, smut, sorta losing your virginity to fingering,being drugged by Reiji

 ~ * ~

The door pushed open with a creak, cool night air burning your aching lungs. With heavy limbs you manage to stagger down the stairway, bare feet scraping uncomfortably against the stone. You had to keep running, or else he’d find you.

You were a fool for accepting his drink, for thinking that maybe he’d show you some mercy, that the notion had been pure. Yes, you were complete moron for trusting any of the Sakamaki brothers, Reiji included.

Your legs carried on, heavy and weak. Further, just a little further and you could hide in the bushes of the garden and collect yourself.

Your body was burning inside and out, your nerves aching with pain and pleasure. The buttons of your blouse felt tight around your chest, the cotton constricting and rubbing uncomfortably against your stiffened nipples. Whatever Reiji had put in your drink was strong, it was doing things to your body you’d never felt before. Every movement sent your nerves aflame. You round the corner of the mansion, relief flooding through your body. Almost, you were almost there just a little bit more. Pushing yourself farther into the garden on heavy legs, you’re almost to a thick row of bushes-

A small Yelp bubbles up in your throat, your body falling forward and onto the grass. Crumping into a ball, the tears that had been threatening to spill over finally release.

“Ne... Teddy.. look... I knew I smelled something sweet...”

Your body instantly stiffens, the scratch of the grass sending electric shocks down your heated skin. Kanato Sakamaki stands, his favorite teddy bear clutched in his arms. He tilts his head, amethyst eyes wide with curiosity.

“Say, Why are you out here at this time of the night?”

There’s a sharp pain in your side, the force of Kanato’s shoe enough to roll you over onto your back. You gaze up at the full moon, chest heaving. What had you done to deserve this?

“ Don’t ignore me!”

You whine, your eyes moving to settle on the lavender haired vampire who is now straddling your leg, his prized possession resting against the headstone of his late mother. You’re painfully aware of his knee, which is shoved up between your thighs. Through harsh breaths you manage to whimper out.

“I-I’m Sorry”

He smiles. It’s not a sweet smile, but a smile of a predator who has just stumbled upon the most delicious pray.

“I’m thirsty, ne... Teddy what do you say we get a drink?”

Your heart pounds against your chest, another whine passing your lips as he leans over you, nosing your neck. The heat flooding through your body heightens, the pleasure of skin to skin contact overwhelming you. Your mind is muddled, tongue thick. The vampire presses his leg upward, knee digging into the fabric of your underwear. You yelp, nails gripping at the dirt beside you.

You’re painfully aware of his chest, pressing down against your own, of the way his fingers toy with your collar.

Kanato continues to nuzzle your flesh, hands roaming from your collar to play with the sides of your shirt.

“Smells so sweet... I’ve got to...”

Your body arches as he sinks his fangs into your skin. Kanato shifts on his knee, allowing for one of his hands to groap at your aching breast. You gasp, arms moving to wrap around him, fingers desperately clawing at his back.

“P-please Kanato-Kun S-St-“

You’re cut off by the vampire digging his fangs in deeper. Against your will, your body reacts, grinding up against his knee. The motion sends sparks of pleasure surging through you. Everything was heightened, so much so that it was almost painful. Kanato squeezes your chest. The dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard spills from your lips.

Abruptly, the vampire pulls away from you, his eyes filled with fury.

“What the... What did you just do to me!?”

Your vision, which had started to double, returns. For a moment you’re confused, until you see something slick coating his fingers. You push yourself up on your elbows, looking down at your chest. Your blouse was soaked; two distinctive wet stains against your nipples, trails leading down to stop at your stomach. Your face flushes, heart sinking. There was no way.

Kanato’s disgust quickly turns into something else. Whatever you’d just done- it smelled almost as good as your blood. You watch in shame as the vampire moves his fingers to his bloodied mouth, licking at them, smearing the blood against his pale skin. He lets out an animalistic moan, something you thought you’d never hear from him, of all Sakamaki brothers.

“More... I want.... more.”

You try to fight him back, but he overpowers you, ripping your blouse violently. Buttons fly across the garden, rolling through the dirt. He doesn’t bother with your bra, tugging it down over the soft flesh of your breasts. You look away, cheeks burning in shame. You’d managed to make it a week without any of them seeing you like this- but to think Kanato would be the first...

“Ahh...Teddy. Look how sweet her skin looks.... I want to paint it red...”

His eyes trace every inch of your exposed flesh, the look on his face enough to make your skin crawl. The hardened flesh of your nipples grabs his attention, rose pink and weeping with a sweet smelling white substance. It’s thick in the air, mixed with the scent of your blood. You try to cover yourself, but Kanato is quick to smack your arms away, his knee grinding up into your soaked panties.

“DON’T”

You flinch at his shout.

“Dont try to hide it anymore! Or else I -I ‘ll really hurt you!”

You stop struggling, biting your tongue to keep the tears at bay. The night air is cool against your exposed, supple skin. You whimper as the vampire traces your nipple with the tip of his tongue, collecting the oozing liquid from your breast. He moans softly, the sound almost a purr.

“Ne.... put your hands in my hair....”

You do as your told, trembling fingers weaving through silky lavender. Kanato shudders, his lips encasing your swollen nipple. You arch into him against your own will, the pressure in your chest slowly relieving itself. His tongue twists, a fang scraps against the sensitive skin of your areola.

“K-Kanat-ohhh-kun”

He chuckles against your nipple, the vibration sending sparks down through your nerves. You’re all too aware of his hand, which is slowly making its way down your bare ribs, cool skin soothing the heat that’s burning under the surface. Your fingers grip at his hair, not to harshly. You don’t want to make him angry, not when he’s acting like this.

“So sweet...Hey, Doll. Do you think it’ll taste sweeter mixed with blood?”

Your captor looks up at you, milk dribbling down his chin. The sight is alone causes your legs to tremble.

“I -I don’t-“

He doesn’t let you finish your thought. Not that you could anyway. The fog of drugs makes it almost impossible for you to form thoughts or words now, the only thing in your mind is Kanato. There’s a familiar sting as his fangs puncture your breast. You shudder, bucking your clothed sex up against his leg. You’re desperate for him, every nerve in your body is screaming for his touch. He sucks you, drawing in not only your blood, but the sweet nectar leaking from your nipple. It’s too much, this sensation is driving you wild. The noises your making are shameful and the way you’re dry humping against his leg is equally as degrading. He doesn’t comment on this though, Instead he unlatches from your breast, moving to the other.

Your head is swimming, pleasure and pain and heat sending you into delirium. Your head lulls to the side, eyes clouded from pleasure. Kanato punctures your other breast, his tongue lapping and sucking against your weeping nipple. The cool touch of his fingertips travels lower, skipping over your waist line and right up your thigh, below the fabric of your school skirt. A moan hitches in your throat. He couldn’t possibly be thinking-

“Neee... girls like it when you make them feel good, right? You’re rutting against me so shamefully.. I should make you feel good, so you’ll let me drinking more of you, right?”

His voice is velvety smooth, the sound alone enough to coax your legs apart. Kanato moves his knee, which is slick with your juices.

“P-please don’t I’ve never-“

Your pleas fall on deaf ears. The vampire above you slurps against your skin, his cool fingers slipping under the already drenched cloth of your panties to delve between your thighs. It stings.

Your legs flail weakly, your cry of mixed pleasure and pain echoing into the cold night. Kanato grunts as your fingers dig into his scalp, but he doesn’t say anything. You’re too delicious to be separated over something so small. His other hand, the one that’s not knuckle deep in your cunt, is gripping at your own hair. A garbled sob passes your lips, but you’re not sure if it’s from pleasure or devastation.

A man has never held you like this before- has never violated you in such a way. Eventually Kanato growls against your skin, letting your breast go with an audible pop.

“Stop squirming! I’m trying to make you feel good! If you keep it up I’ll stop and just let you suffer!”

You do as you’re told, the look in his eyes alone is enough to let you know he’s absolutely feral right now. He begins moving his fingers, scissoring you open eagerly. Kanato’s lips trail along your nipple, a fang poking at its tip. You jerk involuntarily, the movement pressing your cunt up into his fingers. Your head falls back, body arching into him. He laughs. The sound is cruel and if you weren’t so far gone it might send chills up your spine.

“The better you feel the sweeter your taste gets... I’m the first one to do this to you..?”

You nod your head, eyes closed.

Kanato grins, pressing a third finger into your weeping heat. He begins to stroke his thumb against your clit, the movement soft and gentle. Your eyes widen, fresh tears trailing down your cheeks. The vampire looks up at you, watching your every expression as he strings you along.

“Nee~ yes Teddy, I agree... she’ll be perfect for my collection”

Your heart is pounding in your ears. With each heave of your chest milk cascades down your breast and onto your ribs. Kanato presses his tongue against the fallen droplets, licking back up to take one of your once bitten nipples back into his mouth. You try to focus on anything but the sensations bursting through you, try to still your hips against his fingers, but it’s no use. You’re riding him, letting him take you in to the knuckle. The pad of his thumb circling your slickend nub.

His fangs pierce you again, the pain quickly turning into pleasure. Your eyes fixate on the small bear sitting atop a headstone. Shame twists in your gut. To be doing such a thing here...

The drumming of your heartbeat gets faster, your vision slowly going dark around the edges. Ecstasy is close, your body threatening to melt around Kanato’s fingers despite your better judgement.

“K-Kanato-Kun please. Please d-don-“

Your toes arch, digging into the dirt.

No. No no no this can’t be happening.

Your captor hums against your breast, drinking down both of your delicious essence. Kanato isn’t the least bit surprised when your walls spasm around his three fingers, nor is he surprised when your juices violently push against his hand, only to drip out of you like a leaking faucet. He’d read about that in one of Laito’s books. The fact he’d made you feel so good was more than pleasing to him. It awakened a sickening obsession.

You slouch back onto the ground whimpering, mind pleasantly numb. The fingers that had been tangled in Kanato’s hair were now resting on the ground beside you. The vampire unlatches from your body and pulls his fingers from your throbbing heat. He kneels back, licking each one from knuckle to tip. You look completely spent, tear stains marring your usually perfect skin. He nudges your legs apart, curiously peaking at what he’d just been assaulting. Kanato licks his lips, then stands.

“Get up. It would be bad if my brothers found you out here. You’re my favorite toy and they’d break you.”

When you don’t move he scowls.

“Tch. I said get up!”

He bends to the side, curiously looking at your crumpled form.

“Eh~ Teddy. I think she passed out.”

After a few moments the vampire nods at his companion.

“You’re right Teddy. It would be a problem. I dont like my idiot brothers playing with my toys. They always break them.”

Kanato picks up your limp body with no problem, swiping Teddy from the tombstone of his departed mother and gently, every so carefully setting him against his abs and on your tummy. He hums delightfully as he practically skips inside. The door had been left open, making it easier for him to get in. He kicks it closed before making his way to his room.

Your head is pounding, your limbs feel heavy and tired, but your body is no longer overly hot and sensitive. The first thing that registers in your sleep-fogged mind is the tenderness of your chest. The next thing you’re aware of is the cool body pressed against yours.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim daylight that peeks through purple blackout curtains. The silky sheets draped over your body feel amazing. You try to move carefully, unaware of your surroundings.

“Mmnnn...”

The soft snore makes you stop moving. Your heart leaps out of your chest. Suddenly everything from the previous night comes rushing back. You’re overly aware of the fact You’re no longer in your own clothes. A soft cardigan has been buttoned around your body, loose and inviting. It smells like Kanato. Tufts of purple peek out from under the comforter and you feel like you’re about to scream. He’s latched onto you, arms tightly holding you against him. His cool cheek is pressed in between your breasts. You don’t risk trying to get away. If you were to wake the sleeping vampire no doubt he’d be ill.

After the shock subsides you try to get comfortable again. Your body is aching, sore from the previous trist you’d had in the garden. Your fingers gently comb through lavender locks, your eyes slowly closing once more.

“Just relax”

You tell yourself silently.

“Just go back to sleep. You need to recover”

After a few moments you drift back off, nuzzling your nose against the top of Kanato’s head.

[desashtre]

So @auramnox and I have been doing a bunch of stuff for our monkiesonas, there’s a bunch of context that is missing here, I´ll try to explain as best as I can.

So Shùgàn and Fēng (Fēng is my monkiesona and Shùgàn is auramnox’s monkiesona) used to live together they had a sort of toxic relationship, Shùgàn had anger issues Fēng had to put up with but at the end of the day they were like brothers, but when their home was destroyed when the bull king woke up ,Shùgàn had had enough and snapped, Fēng left out of fear, living in the streets, looking through the garbage for food, one day stumbling upon red son and eventually working for him 

Shùgàn looked for Fēng and one day he saw them moving some boxes, Shùg��n was impressed but when he found out they were working for Red son, the same red son whose family was responsible for destroying their home Shùgàn snarled at Fēng, Fēng called for help, Red son appeared and drove Shùgàn away 

As and act of revenge Shùgàn allied himself with the only powerful demon he knew, the spider queen, he talked himself out of her eating him. 

Most of the events of season one go on, with Fēng working for Red son and Shùgàn for the spider Queen, up until season two when the white bone spirit arrived and helped the spider queen, Shùgàn saw the potential that the spider Queen’s spider army had so he asked if he could command a small part of the spiders and look through the city for people to put them on, to be honest he just wanted Fēng, Shùgàn didn’t know if these would actually work on Fēng but he didn’t care, he just wanted to see the monkey who hurt him the most suffer 

And that’s how we end up in this situation

 I want to draw more of these guys, but first i shall draw a bunch of spicy noodles stuff

 Also feel free to tell me if my grammar is wack, english is not my first language 😔

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 1

I'm trying out this fanfic/imagine thing so here goes:

Douxie x fem reader

You are Jim's older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. 

Masterlist in bio!

"Here, Jim, let me do that. I don't want you to be late," you said picking up some trash and putting it into the bin.

"Thanks, Y/n. You're the best." Your little brother grabbed his bike and got on as Toby rode over.

“Hey Y/n,” Toby said then turned to Jim, “We’re late for school, Jimbo.”

They went on to talk about their lunches and whatnot. You smiled at them and checked your watch. “Hey guys, doesn’t your school start at eight?”

“Oh were going to be so late!” Jim groaned, he hopped on his bike and rode off. “Bye Y/n!” "See you later, Y/n!" Toby called out as he took off after Jim. You smiled at them as they rode away, you were very glad to be home. You turned your attention back to the trash that was scattered across your driveway and sighed. Raccoons were so annoying. It didn't take too long though and you quickly checked on your mom, grabbed the lunch Jim had made for you and locked up the house. It was a short drive to Mr. Benoit's and you arrived just as the lunch rush was about to begin. You quickly got to work and soon enough it was over. As you made your way out of the bistro you were sidetracked by an odd shadow in a nearby alley. Just as quickly as it appeared, the shadow disappeared from your sight. Normally an odd shadow wouldn't concern you, but there was something about that one. You kept your eyes glued to the alley and burst out the bistro doors. With your attention elsewhere, you hadn't bothered to check if anyone was coming inside. You collided with someone and you fell to the ground, landing hard. It would definitely leave a bruise. You looked up to see one of your coworkers, you believed his name was Douxie or something like that. You knew it was something old and English, but the two of you had rarely ever talked. "Sorry," he said in his charming accent. He offered his hand and you took it. "No, I'm sorry. I was... distracted." You turned your attention back to the alley and realized that what ever had been there was long gone by now. "Y/n, right?" He asked drawing your attention back to him. He had a lazy smirk on his face and you gave a small smile in return. "Yes, and you're Douxie?" "Yeah," he said. His lazy smirk had turned into a confused frown and you quickly realized the two of you were still holding hands. You took yours away quickly and looked at your watch. Jim was probably home already and maybe even working on dinner. You had to get going. "Well, it was nice running into you," you called to him as you left the bistro. You glanced towards the empty alley and then back at Douxie. His smirk had returned and you waved at him before getting into your car and driving away. There were no lights on in your house when you pulled into the driveway. It wasn't dark out yet, but your house didn't let in much natural light. You looked at the side of the house and saw Jim's bike in it's spot. You were still a little cautious as you walked through the unlocked door. Jim was sitting on the couch staring at his phone. There were no lights on in the living room except that from the tv. You rolled your eyes at your little brother, it wasn't like him to completely ignore life and stare at his phone like that. "Hey Jim, I'm hoooommme!" You called in a sing-song voice as you hung up your purse. He jolted and almost falling off the couch in an attempt to put his phone away. "Hey, Y/n/n, I 'll, um, get started on dinner now." You gave him a quick hug as he made his way to the kitchen. "Ugh! Raccoons!" Jim sighed. "I'll handle it." "Okay, be safe, those things are nasty. I'll heat up something quick in the microwave." He nodded and made his way towards the basement as you walked into the kitchen. You rummaged through the freezer and found frozen chicken taquitos which you popped into the oven. You set a timer on your phone and plopped down on the couch.

It felt nice to sit down after being on your feet all day. You weren't able to rest long though. A scream came from the basement and you leaped off the couch, startled. You grabbed an umbrella from the stand by the front door and held it in front of you like a weapon.

You quickly made your way down the stairs only slowing when you heard voices. You held in a scream when you saw two large beasts in your basement. One was blue and facing away from you, but it appeared to have four arms. The other was facing you and was much larger. It was gray and had green fur with sharp teeth. It looked like it could kill you with no effort.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to attack and at least attempt to save your little brother. You would have the element of surprise on your side.

You stopped yourself though when the blue one began speaking in a refined and dignified voice. “Master Jim you have been chosen. The Amulet of Daylight challenges you to the most sacred of offices.”

“Orifices? What Orifices?” The big one asked and you got the impression that although he talked slower, he was still very smart.

“Offices. It means responsibility,” the blue one explained, then turned back to Jim. “Unbeknownst to your kind, there is a secret world, a vast civilaization of trolls lurking beneath your very feet, hidden from view. ”

“Tro… Tr-trolls?” Jim stuttered and it took all of your strength not to go save Jim that moment. But you were curious, so you stayed hidden, ready to leap out and help him if the brutes tried anything.

“Trolls. Yes, trolls! And it is now your charge to protect them. For you, Master Jim, are the Trollhunter.”

“Trollhunter,” the big one said, which didn’t do much to explain.

“This honor is yours to accept. So, what say you?” The blue one asked. Jim’s eyes widened and he fainted.

“Is that a yes?” The big one asked and even though the two beasts, or trolls, hadn’t done anything to Jim you decided to attack.

You let out a battle cry and charged at the strange creatures, umbrella raised. The two turned to face you, looks of shock and surprise on their faces. The blue one—whom you could see had six eyes, a large orange nose, and fangs of his own—moved to stand in front of Jim.

“Get. Away. From. My. Brother!” You yelled, swinging your umbrella like a sword.

“‘Brother?’ Oh dear, you are the Trollhunter’s older sister, yes?”

“Yes,” you growled breathing heavily. “And I said get away from him!”

With those words, your hand glowed an orange color and the glow traveled along the umbrella like a fire rushing to burn. The glow left the umbrella and flew at the big troll as if you had managed to throw a fireball at him.

The two of you flew back and he hit the opposite wall, making cracks appear in the cement. You hit the staircase and fell hard to the floor, if you hadn’t earned yourself bruises earlier, you had now.

You watched stunned and unable to move as the blue one got closer to you. “I am known as Blinky and this is Aaarrrgghh and I suppose now is not the best time to talk. We will speak later. Goodbye sister of Master Jim.”

The two trolls left and you sat in the nearly pitch black basement for a while, trying to process what had happened. You heard the timer on your phone go off in the distance and pulled yourself from your thoughts.

You looked over at Jim and found him to be out cold. You quickly took care of the food and somehow managed to drag Jim to the couch.

You took a seat next to him and sighed. Whatever had just happened was momentous and would definitely impact your lives in many ways. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you had let out that orange blast of what could only be described as magic. Your thoughts also were buzzing with worry for your little brother. Destiny had chosen the both of you for something and whatever it was, it was important.

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I hope I did a good job and this is only part one of hopefully many. I hope y'all like it. :)

P.S. The title will make sense eventually

Chapter 2: https://writings-of-a-daphodil.tumblr.com/post/626946338019590144/fire-keeper-chapter-2

[bryan360]

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

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🎃Inktober of 2021 - Day 8: 🐱👻Noteson meets Casper

Hey everyone! Sorry if I was too busy with my ongoing Inktober art drafts when I got few of them. There’s hope I could finished them all, but it’ll be hard when I’m supposed to be doing on other stuff to get it on at any moment. Nevertheless, here’s at least this one gotten made today with 🐱🎺Noteson and his brother 🐱🎧Mikey (on the top left) while walking this spooky graveyard that you’ve probably seen it from my Day 5 drawing. This time they suddenly meet 👻Casper the Friendly Ghost pop out of nowhere and took a frightening shock to Mikey in the process. 😱 For Noteson though, he won’t mind seeing this ghost being so terrifying while making friends with. From yesterday that I did with Ghost Type Pokémon and now for doing in friendly favors to Noteson when making friends with Casper. He’ll be happy to listen to Noteson’s trumpet playing music, but for Mikey? He would probably work it out eventually. 😅 By the way, Mikey’s expression face I’ve drawn in scary reaction is the same thing from my past Halloween drawing back in 2016; Coincidence after seeing his little brother as a ghost when Carrie from The Amazing World of Gumball dropping spills from her ghost potion by accident, huh? Sorry about bringing back your terrifying memories, Mikey.... Link Here

Noteson and Mikey created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Casper - Casper the Friendly Ghost (Debut in 1945 in The Friendly Ghost Film); created by Seymour Reit, Joe Oriolo, and Vincent E. Valentine ll; published by Famous Studios in animation (1942-1957) before shut down by Paramount Pictures; and in comics by Harvey Comics (founded by Alfred Harvey back in 1941)

Previous Inktober Posts:

Day 4: 🌈🧟‍♂️🥜Joy Zombie Brown - Link Here #1

Day 5: 🦇Kirby Lucy Loud - Link Here #2

Day 6: ☕️🕷Muffet - Link Here #3

Day 7: 👻 Ghost Pokémon Approaches - Link Here #4

[wedreamedlove]

Bai Qi In Love - Character Study

Archiving from Reddit. This is also the main post I wanted to bring over but it required my previous Bai Qi - Character Study post LOL.

So I went through Bai Qi's Spring Festival Date and I have not been the same ever since, so I wanted to expel all my emotions in another character post.

Had a couple of songs in the background while I was writing this, so feel free to put them on too while reading this post LOL.

Contains spoilers up to Chapter 15 and lines from unreleased CN cards. Translations are from the CN and JP version, so may have differing lines from the ENG version.

My road map this time is starting out with the origin of Bai Qi's love, moving onto his letter, how he's gone through his life with MC being his North Star, and then finishing off again with just how much he wants to share every moment of his life with her.

I mentioned before in my Speech Quirks post that Bai Qi always defaults to absolute sincerity when he's not sure how to respond to MC and I hope this reminds you of that, and just how he has a sixth sense when it comes to MC. Every cell in his body is attuned to her.

Normally, this level of devotion to someone is probably unhealthy but, well, MC is the paragon of goodness here so he's in good hands LOL.

FALLING SLOWLY (IN LOVE)

First (another song here!), this is the JP translation of ground zero in the [Campus Date]:

The man raised his knife and attacked Bai Qi, stabbing the sharp blade at him. But still, Bai Qi desperately countered.

Finally, everyone was knocked down but Bai Qi, who was bleeding horribly, stumbled. In his hazy consciousness, the sound of the piano gradually weakened. It was like falling into light from heaven.

In that moment, the boss of the gang took this chance to kick Bai Qi and, because of that hit, Bai Qi fell from the rooftop.

Bai Qi reached out with both hands, trying to grab something as he felt himself plummeting.

Suddenly, a melody reverberated, filled with a strong energy, pressure, and tension.

That sound crossed space and time and resonated with Bai Qi's memories.

The sight of his father wearing a military uniform and his gentle mother... memories of his childhood poured into him all at once.

"Lieutenant General, regrettably, there was no evidence of Evol in his genes."

"There's no meaning for such a useless thing to exist."

Since his mother passed away, he was always alone. It was like he was the only one in this world.

If he died, those guys would probably be happy.

Bai Qi heard rhythmical and strong piano notes and, as he was engulfed in the fierce winds, he felt his body becoming lighter.

"NO!"

Not like this.

His life didn't need his father, friends, or a meaning.

Bai Qi clenched his hands into fists with these strong emotions and the power, sleeping deep in his body, awakened.

He felt a pulse in the wind and, between the vast expanse of heaven and earth, life spread through on the wind.

The melody he heard eventually turned into something overflowing with emotions. In the depths of autumn, the gingko leaves blown up by the wind danced and glimmered in the air.

Bai Qi traveled through the air like a bird and small birds, with their wings spread, gathered happily around him.

Entranced with the piano notes, he hummed freely to the song.

The birds flapped their wings, startled by Bai Qi's sudden humming.

Bai Qi gently picked up a small bird and continued to hum.

It was joy for his reborn self and a declaration of the coming light and end of darkness.

He heard the singing of a girl along with the piano notes.

That clear voice had a powerful force which captured people's hearts and wouldn't let go.

The girl's singing and piano drew Bai Qi's mind and body over strongly.

The wind lifted Bai Qi's body and carried him to a window. Looking inside, he saw a girl playing the piano.

Maybe it was the reflection of the gingko leaves fluttering outside the window, but the girl's eyes sparkled like stars.

She continued to accompany herself on the piano and it was as if she was resonating with the wind.

It was an ordinary girl, but he felt a strong spirit from her.

The girl's hands danced on top of the white and black keys and her piano song shook Bai Qi's heart.

He quietly watched her, feeling that the seed sown in his heart was sprouting.

The girl had no idea that her piano saved a boy who was about to fall into a dark abyss.

And there was no way for the girl to know that the boy swore on his life to protect her.

BTW, the song MC was playing at this time was Liszt's Liebestraum No. 3 (Love Dream). During the second anniversary, Papergames confirmed some of the piano songs in the game.

I don't think it needs to be said that Bai Qi was literally going to die at this moment. Not only physically but I'm sure he was mentally at his limits too. Despite the tough act he puts on about being used to loneliness and not caring for what other people think about him, humans are social creatures. He felt like he was all alone in the world and was about to give up on life. I feel like we can draw some analogies to depression here.

There's also an intentional foil in [Chapter 12] between Bai Qi, Jay, and Josie. There's a reference to Josie in [Chapter 7] and MC was sympathizing about how Evol made Josie get treated like a monster, and that sort of darkness can easily change someone. Bai Qi's reply is:

[Main Story 7-18]: "Then I'm very lucky. There was someone who caught me right before I hit the bottom."

But going back to the scene with Jay in [Main Story 12-8], when he's being interrogated, he accuses Bai Qi of not knowing anything about the despair he went through. But, as we all know, Bai Qi lost his father (when he didn't show Evol genes), lost his mother (in the fire), and lost his younger brother (their father took him away and their relationship soured after the death of their mother).

Yet, unlike Jay, he didn't lash out at society and turn to the darkness because he met MC.

[Campus Date] is such a critical date about Bai Qi's character and his convictions and how, while a part of it was formed to go against his father's version of justice, it really solidified because of MC. He learned to love life and cherish its preciousness because of MC.

Because of just how important this ground zero is for Bai Qi, we see references made to this scene again and again and again:

[Main Story 15-7]: "And you saved me. Don't lower your head, look at me. Don't feel insecure and don't feel like you're useless. You caught me again right before I hit the bottom."

[Spring Festival Date]: "The day I met her, there were gingko leaves drifting and falling slowly through the air, and it was the most beautiful time in late autumn. It was also the darkest time of my life. But she was the one who caught me tightly when I fell."

[CN Rumors and Secrets: Ashes]: Bai Qi is bleeding out and touches the picture of MC that he always keeps on him in his breast pocket and sees that a corner of it is stained red. Then he thinks back to the time he heard her play the piano, lightly, gently, slowly, and how it seeped into his body and heart. [Context: this is before he reunites with MC].

THE. LETTER.

We learn about it in [Chapter 7] and how Bai Qi gave it to Minor to pass to the MC, but she saw the bloodstains on it and, because of the bad rumors around Bai Qi and how she misunderstood the sight of him threatening a student to cough up (stolen) money, she thought the letter was a threat LOL.

I'm laughing out loud, but rest assured I'm actually crying inside.

However, the truth is that it was a goodbye letter:

[Main Story 7-20]: "What I regret the most? Probably not handing that letter to that girl personally. [Was it a love letter?] No, it was a goodbye letter. [Why did you write a goodbye letter?] Why should I tell you? [Bro, look, everyone's listening. Give me some face] Because that girl said that she hated it the most when people leave without saying goodbye. [One last question. Could you tell us what was in that letter?] It doesn't matter. Let's just leave that letter in the past. We'll have lots of time in the future together."

For those curious, the contents of the letter is from [CN Rumors and Secrets: Angled Light] but I think this is part of the Dream Heart Lake event series and so won't be released: "Saturday, 9:00AM, I'll be waiting for you in the school library."

By the way, to make things more tragic, you also learn here that he waited for 14 hours at the library, until he was forced out because it was closing, and before he left he slid a gingko leaf into a book that had a collection of Lord Byron poems, which the MC often carried.

The reason he wanted to say goodbye to MC was because, after his Evol awakened and he was going to graduate, his father enlisted him into special training and (threatens) points out that Bai Qi now has someone he wants to protect, but MC is special and she won't have a peaceful life. Does Bai Qi really think he can protect her (as he is)?

It doesn't say what page Bai Qi placed the gingko leaf into, but in [CN Rumors and Secrets: Ashes] Bai Qi thinks he finally understands one of the poems in the book.

Lord Byron's "Don Juan" - Canto the Ninth, XVI and I bolded the part he quotes:

"To be, or not to be?" — Ere I decide,       I should be glad to know that which is being? 'Tis true — we speculate both far and wide,       And deem, because we see, we are all-seeing; For my part, I'll enlist on neither side       Until I see both sides for once agreeing; For me, I sometimes think that Life is Death, Rather than Life a mere affair of breath.

Meanwhile, in [CN Tide of Light SSR Chasing Dreams Date]:

"That year, I did want to give you that letter personally. But I gave myself a way out and left it up to luck. I knew that, at the time, I was still lacking a lot and so I decided that I had to meet you again with my best self."

On a last note, in [CN Yesterday's Breeze SSR Former Days Date] MC asks Bai Qi if he has ever imagined them not reuniting with each other again:

"I've thought about it before. I've thought about how, if I wasn't there, would there be people who would bully that girl and would there be anyone who'd get back at them for her? I've also thought about whether there'd be someone who'd give her a love letter and if she would end up loving someone else... So, if I was to ever meet her again, I had to make sure to catch her. And I'd never let go again."

BTW, in this date, MC has some sort of dream projection where she goes back to their high school days (but the past her also exists LOL so there's two of them) and she has some fun interactions with a grumpy high school Bai Qi. But the heartbreaking part is that MC sees the letter and runs to find him and you get to hear Bai Qi say, self-deriding, that he knew "she" wouldn't come...

HIS (GUIDING MOONLIGHT) NORTH STAR

So, after seeing just how important MC is to Bai Qi, is it any wonder that every atom of his body is attuned to her? SOBS HE JUST LOVES HER SO MUCH. Xu Mo may have the red string of fate, but Bai Qi has "all roads lead to you". She's his lodestone and his compass always points to her.

[CN Lost Forest SSR]: "I will always walk towards you first. You're forever my flag, the one I've kept to throughout every moment of my life."

[CN Go See Him: Military Uniform]: "This uniform and these medals are my convictions, and you are the direction I move forward in."

[CN Southern Wind SSR Road Trip Date]: "The start and end of this journey is you."

I feel like I'm missing more, because I swear the majority of Bai Qi's cards all seem to have some sort of direction quote and relating it back to MC.

Anyway, I won't bother bringing the examples I put in the other post (because they're over there) but this is also why it melts me whenever there's description about Bai Qi's eyes following MC or whenever he's just focusing his attention on her (with heart eyes) in the ASMRs.

Additionally, in my previous character study for Bai Qi, I talked about how MC and Bai Qi both encourage each other to grow with unconditional love and acceptance, but I want to add some quotes here about just how much he takes becoming a better person for MC to heart:

[Spring Festival Date]: "She's the one who told me I could live more strongly, and she's also the one who told me I could live more gently."

[CN Clear After the Rain SSR]: "You're the only one who can find the real me."

[CN Drunk Easterly Wind SSR Three Worlds Date]: "Regardless of whatever lives we have, I will always take my best self and give it to you. This isn't an undertaking and it's not a joke. All of these are just words from my heart."

[Slightly Drunken Date]: "No matter which side of me, they're all yours."

What can I say except that's love, baby! You don't need to complete each other, you just need to encourage each other to be the best version of yourselves!

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE

Now that we've gotten through the bulk of what I want to say, I'm just going to dump all the romantic stuff Bai Qi has declared to MC.

It really bothers him that he wasn't there for most of her early life, but he maintains his optimism (wouldn't be surprised if he learned it from her) and looks forward to their future together.

[Prank Date]: "I wasn't there for your university, middle school, or elementary school years, and even the time before then. In my memories, there's only the sight of you in high school. At that time, your hair was longer than it is now. But it doesn't matter. From here on, we have time to create new memories."

[Love of my Life SSR Goodnight Wish Call]: "I just... thought about you in many small instances. For example... a movie, a song, a lyric, when I'm crossing the road, and... the moment I close my eyes [...] As long as you're willing, I want to take all the time that's considered yours and turn it to "ours" [...] I want to know how you were before I met you. I want to walk the roads you've walked before, see the sights you've seen before, and... brand my mark on all those moments [...] Yes. I really care about that. I want to make up for all the time I wasn't there in your life. But, right now, what I care about more is our future [...] In our future... I want to hold your hand and walk to the end of our ever after. That's the best future I can imagine."

[Mediterranean Date]: "The missed holidays, the dates I couldn't make, and the many times I had to disappear without being able to tell you... I've never had the time to make up for all of these things. So, no matter what we do, no matter where we go, as long as the person beside me is you, I won't have a single objection."

[Love of my Life SSR Wish Call]: "My wish? From the second I met you again, the wish I made to the stars every night has already been realized."

[2018 Birthday Message]: "Sometimes, whenever I pass an interesting place, I'll think about when I can bring you here to walk around. Whenever I eat something good, I'll buy one more on habit. And, whenever I run into danger on missions, I just need to think about you and my will to fight is rekindled. Because you're here, happy occasions went from being for one person to being for two people. And all the things that would worry someone have disappeared into nothing. Is it strange to hear me say this? But I want to tell you, just how important you are in my life. I don't believe in fate, but I believe in miracles. Meeting you is the most precious miracle in my life."

[Spring Festival Date]: "In the rest of my life, I want to use it all to accompany you, care for you, and love you. This is all genuine. They're all words I want to say to you... words said only to you."

[Main Story 14-22]: "I'll be with you, until the very last moment."

MOM, I LOVE THIS 2D MAN SO MUCH!! Haha, sorry, I just had to get that out of my system. Thank you for reading up to this point and I hope this lets people appreciate Bai Qi more. Gotta spread more propaganda for him and convince people that he's not just the boring vanilla character.

He's someone who was teetering on the edge of darkness and could have become someone who lashed out at society like Jay, but instead he chose to be a protector of the people and to uphold justice (even if his methods are unconventional and morally grey).

He struggles with insecurity but it never gets in the way of what he wants to do and instead motivates him to continue to better himself for MC. There's nothing wrong with setting someone or something as your goal to get through life. Baby steps until you learn how to run on your own, or not when you find someone who will walk the road of life with you.

He's a man who loved the person who literally saved his life (and is probably his raison d'être) for 7 years, never forgot her during that time, and has finally reunited with her.

Okay, ending this post for real now with the Lunar New Year card. BTW the ENG version is totally fine and I have no qualms with its translation, but I just like the nuance more in the CN and JP version.

CN goes 你是我的此生眷恋 which is literally like "you're my affection/attachment in this life". If I wasn't separating it from the English version, I'd translate it as "love of my life" too to simplify it and make it flow. But I find it interesting that 眷恋 (juan lian; sentimental attachment) is used instead of 挚爱 (zhi ai; true love) and the way you'd actually write "love of my life" is 此生挚爱 (ci sheng zhi ai) rather than the card's 此生眷恋 (ci sheng juan lian).

JP goes おまえは俺の一生の憧れ which is literally like "you're the aspiration/longing of my life". Again, I find it so interesting that neither JP or CN are using the character for love 愛 (ai) and JP's 憧れ (akogare) bundles in feelings of yearning, longing, desire, and aspiration. IMO the JP version drives in the fact that MC is someone Bai Qi's trying to catch up to. He's loved her for so long, tries so hard to better himself, and all of it is to become a person he believes can stand by her side.

[mallowstep]

talking about my oc because i want to

so my blood sugar is doing a Thing and while i wait for that to regulate itself, i figured i'd ramble about my boy mallowstep for a while!

mallowstep, i.e. the title of this blog, is my warriors...oc? he's...not quite a self-insert, but he was the oc i made as a child, altho his backstory has been reworked many, many times, including very recently with inclusion of lore from the sisters.

anyway.

i figure if i type out some words i'll be distracted while i wait for the Good Food to sort itself out. (i'm fine btw. i don't talk about Personal Stuff here mostly but rest assured, i'm fine. just a lil shakey until i eat.)

on that note, my spellchecker is off because hands shakey means i do not want to navigate any way but typing.

right. mallowstep. key points:

he's got a white front left leg. i change the side a lot when i draw him but it's supposed to be left, and all of his paws are white.

i don't want to rework him bc i love him but also his whole deal is very much Impossible i was like eight when i thought of all of this

his vision is shit. he's not blind, but uh, somewhere around 20/400 vision. roughly. he can't see shit, is what i'm saying, he can't see shit.

or okay, so he's blind but in the sense of being "legally blind," not what people think of as blind.

this is because cats don't have opthamalogists. eye doctors. he has no glasses.

he's got a younger brother named deerpaw. same mother, different father. their mother is not around, so mallowstep is stepping in somewhat as a parental figure for deerpaw, but not fully.

he's a medicine cat? did i mention that? by choice. he chose this.

he sees the Ghosts. it's a whole thing with his backstory. but he sees the Ghosts.

his best friend is named kestrelwing (altho i'm considering kestrelsong), and her mate is mossytail. they've got three kits: eaglekit, kitekit, and dawnkit. (whose eventual warrior names are eagleclaw, kiteflower, and dawnstorm. i change those a lot rn tho it's just what i'm feeling at the moment.)

they're skyclan cats.

uhh there's a running joke about how mallowstep could have sired kestrelwing's kits and no one would know.

(he did not.)

deerpaw's eventual warrior name is deerleap.

okay, so...uh, idk?

mallow is born to the sisters, probably in a litter but his story Begins when he's left. he's not born with as bad of vision as he ends up with, so he does okay at first. he meets a cat named jag, who he grows close with.

(this is also in my about page, btw.)

jag and mallow are around the same age, and they're...they've got tallstar/jake vibes, is what i'm saying. (i'm not avoiding saying they're gay, here, but that's the vibe. tallstar and jake are gay in a different way to ravenpaw and barley, is what i'm saying.)

right, so anyway. jag is...fuck i forget his backstory, but he ends up meeting a different traveling group of cats. he falls for a she-cat named violet, and when her group gets ready to leave, he follows.

mallow is pissed. mallow basically writes off jag immediately. his vision is getting worse and worse, and he's pretty convinced he's going to end up blind. jag is like, "but i said you could come with us!" and mallow is like "bruh! i can't! for a very clear and obvious reason, i need to stay in an environment i know!"

so they part ways. they never meet again, this is all like, exposition.

mallow is pissed, but he also is kind of convinced jag is going to come back for him. so he stays where he is, because he just...in a way, he needs to believe that jag will be coming back for him.

the ghosts start talkin' to him, being like, "you should move on," and he's like "fuck no," but eventually they persuade him.

in part because it's becoming obvious he can't take care of himself.

(before you @ me, the most self-insert-y part of this is mallow's disabilities, and i'm not really listing what's wrong with him, because part of his story is figuring out his own limitations.)

anyway, he's a trash hunter, and he's got problems, and the ghosts are like! you know! there's some other cats you can live with. go live with them.

and because this takes place in a weird combination of canon and noncanon lore (the ghosts thing always was a part of his backstory, but when i discovered the sisters, i reframed it as that, and so on. basically, his backstory has been tweaked many, many times, so parts of it don't line up with canon and parts do. just keep that in mind.)

right because this takes place in a weird combo of canon and noncanon lore, mallow ends up w/ skyclan but a completely different set of skyclan cats than canon. i think the leader is dovestar? or rosestar? i don't remember, they're not super important.

so mallow shows up, like, hi! i can see ghosts, and passes out. the medicine cat, oakfrost, takes care of him, he meets kestrelpaw, mossypaw, aspenpaw, and birchpaw (i liked tree names okay?), and they're all good friends.

(aspenpaw and kestrelpaw are littermates, mossypaw and birchpaw are adoptive littermates. aspenpaw and birchpaw don't have much relevance in the story, because they don't.)

okay, mallow agrees to train as a medicine cat, he resolves some ghost issues, he's about a year and a half old, and deer shows up and oh i forgot to explain something, mallow leaves trail markers in case jag follows him back. it's four white stones bc mallow can see white p well and he has four white paws.

right, so deer doesn't know this, but he does know where mallow was left, and he actually is young, he runs away from the sisters because they're moving on, and he wants to find his brother. he's like four moons old. in an mostly unexplained manner, deer figures out the trail, and yeah.

this happens maybe like, two weeks after mallow becomes mallowstep. and the clan is kind of like...another one? but they take him in because well they don't really approve of the sisters and at least deer (now deerkit) is not blind.

(they don't say that part but it's on their mind.)

deer btw is adorable he looks kind of like a fawn. he's a dilute chocolate (which is called fawn but i didn't know that when i named him) ticked tabby, and he's got a white underside, and a white tail tip. they both have that, actually, but mallow doesn't care about his.

(mallow is a silver tabby? did i ever say that part. you can get an idea by looking at my icon, but he also has a lot of browm markings that aren't really shown.

woof okay sorry, you guys can't tell but i can i had to remind someone that no, i very much Need to Eat and you cannot unexpectly change dinner times on me.

right. but i am running out of time, so i'll wrap this up.

deer comes, and becomes deerpaw, we have a bit of a timeskip, kestrelwing is in the nursery, etc...

skyclan needs to leave. the villain was never specified, it can be darktail. the important thing is! they send a scouting party. the plan is, crew one will go, and the rest will leave in three moons. that gives crew one enough time to turn around. they leave a trail behind them a la mallowstep (who doesn't go with them, because, blind. oakfrost goes, she dies before the groups reunite, mallowstep is very sad.)

right, deerpaw goes! he leaves, it's all very symbolic, bc this time mallowstep does follow the trail and he does come back to the one he loves. with also a cute scene in between when skyclan is on its way and mossytail, mallowstep, and kestrelwing are each carrying a kit.

alright, and that's pretty much that. lots of me rambling for no reason. there's a lot of other stuff that happens, kestrelwing is a fun character, etc., but that's the main body of it.

<3

[hookedonapirate]

The Princess and Her Sultan

Summary: Crown princess Emma of Misthaven is second in line to the throne, her brother Leopold ll being the first, but her parents see her with a future as a great ruler. King Rumpelstiltskin of neighboring land, strikes a deal with King David, promising to uphold the peace between the kingdoms if Emma marries Prince Baelfire. With the promise of his daughter becoming future queen of the Dark Kingdom, David accepts reluctantly.

Before her wedding day, the princess is kidnapped and taken overseas. She is sold as a slave to a palace where Crown Prince Killian of Neverland ascends his father’s throne and is sworn in as Sultan. Meanwhile, Killian’s mother pressures him to sire a prince and presents him with gifts for his birthday, one of them including a blonde princess from Misthaven. Dazzled by Emma’s charm, intelligence and beauty, he summons her to his bedchambers every night and eventually finds himself casting aside his harem and centuries of tradition.  

Author’s Notes: Gah, I'm sorry this took so long, but here it is. I don't know if you'll be any less frustrated with the end of the chapter but it seemed like a good place to pause for now. And there are so many unanswered questions yet, but I'm hoping to wrap them up in the next chapter. And who knows, we may finally get to meet the little prince or princess in the next chapter :D. We'll see how it goes when I get the chance to work on it *finger crossed*

Thank you @gingerchangeling for your wonderful suggestions and ideas for this story, and also @ilovemesomekillianjones for gifting me with your wonderful editing skills. I also want to give a shout out to @onceuponaprincessworld for being my sounding board, constant cheerleader and good friend, thank you, darling! This story wouldn’t be the same without these lovely ladies!

And all of you have been so supportive and awesome, thank you all for following along and for your feedback!

Rated: Explicit

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Chapter 13

Emma can’t believe her eyes. She never thought she’d see her family again; she never thought she’d see him again, and here he is, standing before her with weary eyes and a gutted expression. He looks like he hasn't slept in a fortnight, or longer—he looks like he hasn’t slept since she was kidnapped—but he's certainly a sight for sore eyes. 

  The biggest smile breaks over her face and she leaps into her father’s arms, embracing him tightly. She never thought she’d feel her papa’s arms around her ever again, never thought she’d hear his voice or smell his familiar earthy scent or feel his warmth surround her. “Papa,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. If this is a dream, she wants to enjoy it while it lasts. 

  She hopes it’s only a dream because if he’s actually here, he’ll be killed. But the way he squeezes one arm around her and cradles the back of her head with his other hand, whispering sweet things in her ear about how much he’d missed her, she knows without a doubt he’s real. As happy as she is to see him, she doesn’t want any harm brought to him. She still hasn’t told Killian that James has a twin brother who is her father, and it’s difficult to pretend she didn’t know of this sooner since they’re identical.

  Panic ripples through her as she breaks the hug, still clutching onto his arms like her life depends on it. “Papa, how did you.. how did you get past the guards?” Just as she manages to get the words out, she realizes how dumb her question is. He looks like James, so of course he got past the guards.

  Besides, it appears he has questions of his own as his brows furrow and he pushes away her cloak and presses his hand to her belly, his eyes peering down at her round form. “Are you… are you pregnant?”

  “I am,” she answers, a smile crawling across her lips as she thinks about the little duckling growing inside her. She can’t wait to cradle her baby in her arms and smother the precious little gem with sweet kisses.

  Her father’s expression, however, is far from pleasant when he lifts his face, anger embedded in his features. “Who did this to you?” he demands hoarsely. He looks like he might commit murder.

  She swallows thickly, not sure if she should answer, but perhaps she can make him understand how much she loves the Sultan. “I will tell you, but first you have to tell me how you found me. Not here though.” She takes his hand and leads him to Killian’s study so the guards can't overhear their conversation. 

  Once inside the room, she closes the door as her father looks around and spots the chessboard, picking up the white knight. It’s not the same one as his brother’s but she can tell it triggers memories of his childhood. He sighs wearily and turns around, still clutching onto the chess piece. “I had no idea my brother was alive before I reached the port of Neverland. All I knew was you were taken to this palace.”

  Emma’s eyes widen. He does know James is alive. “You saw him? How did you know he was here? How did you know I was here?” She has so many questions her head is spinning.

  “Emma, I’ll tell you everything, but first, we need to figure out a way to get you out of here.”

  Of course. He came here to rescue her. And several moons ago, she would’ve been ecstatic to leave this palace, but then she met the Sultan and everything changed. “But Papa, I don’t want to be rescued.”

  His brows twist in confusion, as expected, but how can she adequately explain her reasons for wanting to stay here, rather than return to Misthaven, in a way her father would understand? 

  “Emma…” he whispers feebly, barely able to get her name out. He sounds hurt. Completely devastated. “How can you…” he pauses when his voice cracks. “Why do you want to stay here?”

  Once again, she contemplates whether she should mention the Sultan, but she knows she won’t be able to keep it from him for much longer. Killian will return soon, and then her father will witness the affection he shows her. He’s never shy about showing her affection in front of James. “I want to stay with the Sultan, okay?!” she blurts out in a fit of panic. “He is the father of the child growing inside me.”

  David’s fists clench at his sides and his eyes blacken with rage and hatred. “I will murder him for laying his hands on you!”

  “No, Papa!” she shrieks, drawing her hands to her belly. “He did not force himself on me, I wanted this!” Tears threaten her eyes, fear surging through her. She has to make her father understand. 

  He narrows his eyes at her, completely baffled. “Why would you want this life? Why would you want to stay? Why would you want to have the Sultan’s child?!”

  “Because, Papa…” Emma swallows thickly, doing her best not to burst into tears. She needs to stay calm if she’s going to convince her papa that Killian is a good man. She needs to start from the beginning. “At first I was angry and only wanted to bring retribution to the Sultan and make him my slave. I wanted to be Queen of Neverland, a feat no other woman has achieved, but when I met him, I quickly learned he’s not like other Sultans. He saved me when his mother threw me in the dungeon. He took care of me,” she explains, but her father doesn’t appear to be buying any of it. He’s still scowling, his features never once softening as she speaks. “He’s a good man,” she cries, again trying to choke back a sob at the thought of her father bringing harm to her Sultan. But it’s too late. A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. “I love him.” 

  Her father’s eyes widen as he tries to process her declaration; she can tell he’s appalled and disappointed in her. “How can you love a Sultan?” he asks, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “He bought you as his slave.”

  “He didn’t buy me. I was a gift from his mother.”

  Her father scoffs. “And that makes it better? He doesn’t care about you. You’re like cattle to him, only good for breeding, and once you produce an heir, he’ll forget about you and find another maiden to bear him a child. He’s nothing but a dirty Sultan, Emma,” he claims, thinking he’s protecting her. Thinking he knows anything about the Sultan. Her Sultan. “He will never love you back.”

  His words sting, cut right through her, but she knows in her heart he’s wrong. “No, he’s not!” she shrieks. “He is loyal and honorable and he does love me and he does care about me! If anyone is dirty, it’s Baelfire, and yet you and Mother arranged a marriage between us!”

  “We had no idea,” David retorts defensively, then furrows his brows in confusion. “How did you know he married shortly after you were kidnapped?”

  Of course he did. This is news to her, but she’s not the least bit surprised by it. “I didn’t. I came to my conclusion long ago when he forced his tongue down my throat and put his filthy hands on me.”

  “He did what?! Emma, why did you never mention this before? If your mother and I had known, we would’ve called off the betrothal.”

  More tears roll down her cheeks. She didn’t think she would ever get the chance to have this conversation with her parents. She looks her father in the eye, speaking softly. “I know, that’s why I never said anything.” 

  “Emma…” he murmurs, his mood suddenly abated as he steps closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “I only wanted to protect our family and the kingdom, so I kept the incident to myself,” she admits with a sniffle and wipes her tears with the sleeve of her cloak.

  “Emma, you should have at least come to us about it. We could've figured something out.”

  “It matters not,” she mumbles. “What matters now is getting you out of the palace before the guards figure out you’re not James.”

  “Emma, if you think I’m leaving without you, you’re wrong.”

  “But Papa, you have to let me go,” she pleads, her eyes once again glistening with tears. “I promise I am in much better hands with Killian than I would’ve been with Bealfire.”

  “Emma, I’m not leaving,” he says firmly, “not without meeting this Sultan Killian you speak of.”

  Emma glares at her father, anger building quickly inside her. “You want to meet him so you can kill him!” she accuses. “You wish to leave our child without a father!”

  He sighs and shakes his head. “I promise I won’t kill him. You have my word. I only want to make sure he is worthy enough of my beloved daughter. I want to make sure he truly loves and cares for you as you do him. You cannot blame me. You would want to do the same if your child was in the same position. You would want to make sure they were being taken care of. You would want to see it with your own eyes, wouldn’t you?”

  Emma clutches at her belly. “Well, yes, of course, but Papa, he tortured and killed a man who attacked me. He would do anything to protect us.”

  Her father’s face remains steely. “Being possessive is not an act of love, it’s an act of jealousy. Of course he’ll murder anyone who touches you. You’re his property, along with all of his other concubines,” he asserts bitterly.

  Emma pulls away from her father’s grip, stepping away from him. “You’re wrong. He doesn’t have any other concubines, only servants. I am the only woman he wants. He loves me, Papa. He isn’t like other Sultans, you will see when you meet him.”

  Her father is still highly reluctant, but he assures her he won’t harm Killian because he knows how much that will hurt her. So she agrees to the meeting. There’s just one problem—her father looks exactly like James, except for one minor detail—he doesn’t have a scar. But Emma can fix that. She’ll make him a scar.

  She buys some ingredients from the palace merchant. She uses fur for the texture, concocts some glue to hold the fur together and adds vegetable dye to give the fake scar a fleshy color, applying it to her father’s cheek as he fills her in on what’s happened in Misthaven since she was taken. 

  Her mother is doing fine, despite being heartbroken that Emma was kidnapped, but she remains hopeful. Her brother became betrothed to a princess from Camelot, something that was not arranged. Her parents didn’t want to make the same mistake with Leo that they did with Emma. David tells Emma how often they wanted to leave the kingdom to look for her and how their hearts completely shattered when they learned Emma had been taken. 

  They were even more wrecked when Graham returned empty-handed, apart from the gold he had left with to buy Emma back. And apparently, Graham had not mentioned he was the one who handed her off to pirates. He made David believe it was all Maleficent's doing. Emma’s blood boils with anger at that. She doesn’t say anything though, at least not yet, she only listens as David explains how he got here and how he and Graham arrived in one of his ships. She doesn’t know if she should say anything though; she doesn't know if Graham really does regret handing Emma off to those pirates. He did try to buy her back after all, and if she tells her father the truth, she’s afraid of what he might do him. She shouldn’t care, after what he’d done, but she does. A part of her still remembers the Graham she knew, and a small part of her still cares for him.

  “I knew I had to find a way in the palace, so I searched the streets for anything or anyone who would help me. It didn’t take long for people to recognize me. Only, they didn’t recognize me as King of Misthaven, they recognized me as James, Grand Vizier of the Sultan. I was shocked at first. Then I saw an opportunity. I could pretend to be James, but I had to make sure he wouldn’t already be here when I arrived. So I stole a horse and fell off of it, pretending to have a concussion. I asked some kind men where I lived and they gave me directions.”

  “So you spoke to James?” she asks, digesting everything he’s told her thus far.

  “I did, and he wasn’t as happy to see me as I thought he would be. I guess he’s bitter that I am now King and that he became a slave. Our reunion was not a pleasant one. He wouldn’t agree on allowing me to pretend to be him so I could rescue you. He said you didn’t need to be rescued,” he murmurs, his eyes full of sadness as he gazes at his daughter. “I guess he was right.” 

  Emma pauses from her task and looks away, but she doesn’t regret her decision to remain in Neverland.

  He sighs heavily and continues. “Anyway, I knocked him out with sleeping dust and tied him up on my ship.”

  Her eyes dart to his. “You did?” 

  “Of course I did, Emma. You’re my daughter, I’d do anything to get you back.”

  “I know,” she says, continuing to apply the fake scar on his cheek, making sure it will stay on his face without peeling off. “I just hope that doesn’t include murdering the man I love.”

  Her father lifts his hand, gently cradling her chin. “I gave you my word, didn’t I?”

  She nods. “I trust you, Papa.”

  “Besides, if he’s as good a man as you say he is, I’ll see for myself.”

  A small smile crosses her lips, and she’s confident her father will see what she sees. She fills him on some things he must know as the Sultan’s best friend and Grand Vizier. Once she's satisfied with how similar the scar looks to James’, she reminds her father once again to not harm her Sultan. 

  Emma returns to Killian’s chamber, her father following behind her, and she climbs into bed. He tucks her in and drops a kiss on her forehead. Emma’s heart warms; she thought she’d never have the chance to be tucked in by her father ever again.

  When the double doors open, David quickly stands, bowing his head. She can tell he’s nervous.

  “How’s my Swan?” Killian smiles warmly at her as he appears at her side and sits on the edge of the bed next to her, rubbing her belly over the covers. “And how is our little one?”

  She smiles as he leans over and presses a gentle kiss on her forehead. “We’re fine, just couldn’t wait for our Sultan to return.”

  He grins and kisses her lips, his hand still caressing her belly in soothing circles. He then moves down, pushes the covers back and showers her belly with kisses. “I missed you both.”

  “We missed you too,” she giggles, his beard tickling her skin through the fabric of her nightgown. “How is your mother? How did she take the news?”

  “She’s fine, only concerned for you and our baby, my love. She plans on stopping by to visit you later.”

  Emma nods and turns to look at her father, who is watching them. She’s surprised to see the warmth in his eyes. He can see how much Killian cares for her and their child. He can see it in the Sultan’s eyes and how he touches Emma, with such gentleness and love, and how he speaks to her.

  “I love you, my Queen,” her Sultan coos with a soft smile, kissing her forehead.

  “I love you, too, my Sultan,” she whispers, closing her eyes to relish in the feel of his lips on her skin.

  “James and I will go to the Meyden for archery practice. Will you be okay here for a while?”

  “Yes, I told you I can take care of us,” she reassures him, caressing her belly. “I think I’ll go to the harem and visit with my friends while you’re gone.”

  “That’s a good idea. Just don’t overexert yourself, love.”

  Emma rolls her eyes and kisses his lips. “I won’t, I promise.”

  ~*~

  Killian scrutinizes James carefully as the man smites the center of the statue with his arrow yet again. James has always been adequate at archery, but never excellent. He never consistently makes the target.

  “Have you stumbled upon Aladdin’s lamp?” Killian asks, pulling an arrow from his jeweled quiver to take his turn. He expects a hearty laugh from his best friend, but instead, James' laugh is timid, perhaps a bit nervous. 

  “No, I’ve just been practicing more on my own, My Sultan.”

  Killian narrows his eyes at James as he draws his bow. There’s something peculiar about his Grand Vizier. His posture is different, more regal, his mannerisms are more proper and he hasn't behaved as childishly today as usual. Even his laugh is different. 

  Killian’s aim is perfect, but it matters not. Sometimes James wins, sometimes Killian does, but normally it’s a close game. This time, though, James beats him by a landslide. Killian ponders the thought as he stores his bow in the leather scabbard and James collects their arrows. He doesn’t even boast about his win, which is extremely odd. James always boasts when he wins.

  “What’s gotten into you, James?” he asks when they find a shady quince tree to lounge under. 

  James definitely appears to be nervous, but for what reason? What is he hiding? “What do you mean, Your Majesty?” 

  “Your aim is incomparable today. I am glad I’m not a boar; you'd have me dead by now. Yet, you do not blow your own trumpet, and that’s unlike you, James.”

  “Oh, well…” he pauses, fumbling for words. “My mind is on other things today.”

  “You’re concerned about becoming a father?” Killian guesses, convincing himself he's imagining the changes he sees in James.

  “Yes, I suppose. What if I am not good at it?”

  Killian flashes him an encouraging smile and pats him on the back. He knew there had to be some sort of explanation for his Grand Vizier’s behavior. “You will be a great father, James. You have been my advisor for several years, you’ve been there for me through the wars and the storms. If there is anyone who will be a great father, it is you.”

  James blushes as he glances at Killian appreciatively. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” James drinks from his goblet until it’s empty and selects an olive, chewing it slowly before spitting the pit into the chalice, just as he always does.

  Ah, now there’s the James he knows. He’s been paranoid for nothing. 

  “How is Emma by the way?” James asks, changing the subject. “It seems like she’s recovering nicely.”

  “Aye, she’s doing much better. She’s just glad our baby was not harmed.” He manages a weak smile. “I’m glad they are both okay…” he says, exhaling deeply. He hadn’t planned on telling James, but he figures it won’t hurt to get it off his chest. “I still feel guilty.”

  “Why’s that, Your Majesty?”

  “Because I’m the one who hired the guard. I’m the one who put Emma in danger, and I…” his voice cracks, eyes welling with tears. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if anything had happened to them.”

  James stares at him for a moment, studying him carefully. “You truly care about them, don’t you?”

  He quickly nods and looks at James. “Can I confide in you about something? You must not tell a soul.”

  “You can tell me anything,” he says sincerely.

  “I told Emma she could leave if she wished. I gave her the option to return to Misthaven with our baby, where they would be safer, where she could see her parents.”

  James is completely stunned as he stares at Killian without even blinking. “You did?”

  “Aye. I told her we could fake their deaths and no one would know she went back home, but she refused. She didn’t want our baby to be without a father. She didn’t want to be without me.” 

  “Was it a test to see how loyal she was to you?”

  Killian shakes his head. “No. I already knew she was loyal to me. I gave her the option because I would do anything to protect them. I would literally give my life for them, James. Who else have I ever said that about?”

  His friend pouts teasingly. “What about me?”

  Killian chuckles and playfully shoves him in the shoulder, wagging his finger at him. “Now there’s the James I know.”

  They grab their gear and head back to their horses. James suddenly stops in his tracks and turns around, something in the distance attracting his attention. “Did you hear that?”

  Killian stops and looks at his Grand Vizier. “Hear what?” 

  James looks around but sees nothing, so they continue their trek. Whatever James had heard, he hears it again, but before he can figure out where the noise is coming from, James pulls out his arrow from the quiver and draws the bow, letting the arrow fly. 

  “James, what are you doing?” Killian asks, spinning around to see what James is aiming at. “Target practice is over.” 

  Before he gets the chance to see, James shouts a warning and lunges at the Sultan, pushing him away with a hard shove, sending them both to the ground. 

  Killian quickly lifts his head to see a man in the distance falling from a tree with James’ arrow in his chest. The Sultan sits up, dazed as he looks over. “James?” His eyes widen when he sees his best friend lying on the ground with an arrow buried in his shoulder, the steel tip angling in toward his heart. “James!” Fear grips him as he crawls over to James, not caring if his white caftan gets dirty. Killian is hunched over him, waiting for any sign of movement. 

  James slowly opens his eyes, and Killian sighs in deep relief, a smile taking over his face.

  “I thought you were dead!”

  James chuckles, then winces at the pain in his shoulder. “Please, it’s only a pesky little wound. Besides, unlike you, I would die to protect my best friend.”

  Killian manages a laugh. There’s such a boyish innocence about James, as though he had no problem risking his life for Killian that he forgets his fear. 

  His soldiers bring James to the palace, along with the assassin who is not dead, only badly injured. Killian instructs the soldiers to expunge information from him to find out who tried to kill the Sultan. His first guess is his half brother, Declan, but he’s more concerned about James at the moment. He has him brought to the Sultan’s chamber to be examined by the physician who removes the arrow from his shoulder and bandages him up.

  The Sultan’s earlier suspicions or feelings or whatever they were, resurface when he sees how torn up Emma is over James’ injury. When she found out James saved Killian's life, she was so proud of him she cried. Now she stays by his side full of worry for him, and Killian has to wonder if something is going on between them, but that’s impossible. He trusts Emma and she would never betray him, nor would his best friend. 

  It doesn’t take long before Killian's soldiers approach him outside of his chamber regarding the matters of the assassin. 

  “The assassin says he was hired by...” the soldier pauses; the fear evident in his eyes keeps him from continuing.

  “By who?!” Killian demands, growing impatient.

  The soldier hesitates and leans in to whisper in Killian’s ear, as though he is exchanging top secret information. “It was James, Your Majesty.”

  Killian freezes.

  It can’t be true. He has to be lying. There’s no way his best friend, his Grand Vizier, the man he trusts more than any man in this world would try to have him assassinated. Killian is angry, full of rage. Who shall he trust—the man who tried to kill him, or James? Or are his soldiers the ones who deceive him? His men have been jealous of James since he became Grande Vizier. Perhaps his soldiers are conspiring to get rid of James.

  Killian returns to his chamber, trying his best to remain calm as he studies James carefully. Did he really try to have the Sultan killed? He would have had a good motive. If Killian dies, James will become Sultan. And if Emma gives birth to a son, all James would have to do is kill him. Maybe he is the one who put Faraji up to attacking her. But why would James encourage him to have a family in the first place? Why would he save Killian? It doesn’t make a lick of sense. Unless James was trying to throw him off so Killian would suspect nothing. He tried to kill the assassin so he wouldn’t get caught. Then perhaps James would try to kill the Sultan himself.

  “Did you find out who hired the assassin?” Emma asks Killian, still at James’ bedside.

  Killian nods as he glares at James.

  “Who was it, My Sultan?” James asks, but he doesn’t look worried or scared for his life. Perhaps he thinks he’s safe from Killian, that Killian will forgive him.

  “It was James.”

  There’s dead silence in the room. Then comes the fear in James' eyes. 

  James looks over at Emma, his eyes pleading with her. Why is he looking to Emma for… help? He's not sure. “It wasn’t me. I swear, Emma, I had nothing to do with it.” He glances at Killian. “Your Majesty, I swear, it wasn’t me.”

  Killian is at a loss of what action to take; his friend appears to be innocent but his soldiers have said otherwise. Perhaps he will give James a test to see if he confesses. Killian nods to his guards, giving them their orders. “Take him to the execution block.” 

  They rush to the side of the bed opposite Emma and grab James, pulling him out. He groans in pain from his wound. 

  “No, stop!!!!” Emma cries out in panic, her eyes full of tears as she scrambles around the bed to the other side. 

  Killian furrows his brows in confusion as he gazes at her, gently placing his arms on her shoulders. “He just tried to have me killed and you defend him?” he murmurs, his heart cracking at the thought of his beloved betraying him.

  She looks at Killian, tears streaming down her cheeks. “James may have tried to kill you, but this man is not James!” 

  “What do you mean?” he demands, thoroughly confused. “Of course this man is James.”

  Emma pulls away from the Sultan and approaches James, lifting her hand to his face as the guards are tying his hands behind his back. Killian has no idea what’s happening and is even more baffled when she pulls off his scar. 

  She turns around to face Killian again, swallowing thickly. “This is James’ twin brother…” she croaks. “This man is King David of Misthaven… my father.”

@courtorderedcake @willow154 @teamhook @onceuponaprincessworld @nikkiemms @followbatb @resident-of-storybrooke @hollyethecurious @snowbellewells @artistic-writer @ultraluckycatnd @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @lovepurplepumpkins @kiwistreetswan @therooksshiningknight @deathbycaptainswan @tiganasummertree @superchocovian @emeraldwitches

[shapeshiftersandfire]

the little orange rabbit  from tolerant ephraim au, with @ssttitdramon

They left him alone with her. His parents and grandmother had gone out, to run one errand or another. Harold was out, where Ephraim didn’t know, and Ephraim… Ephraim was home alone, taking care of his infant sister, who can do little more than cry and wail. It’s not a riveting conversation, and it’s decidedly one-sided.

And it’s giving Ephraim a headache.

He’s trying to work on his homework, but Sarah’s incessant wailing from the next room is distracting him. He keeps staring at the same problem, trying to remember where he left off, but each time he looks up as Sarah’s wailing starts from a high note and peters out, he looks down and forgets what he’d been doing.

At first, he lets her cry. She’ll wear herself out eventually, he thinks, he’s sure, but an hour goes by, and then two, and Sarah still has yet to stop crying.

At that point, Ephraim begrudgingly throws down his pencil with half a mind to storm into Sarah’s room, though he hardly know what he’s supposed to say to an infant who can hardly understand him, and listens. He’s heard Sarah cry before, and Harold—he was but four years old when Harold was born, but he remembers when Harold cried, it was for a variety of reasons: he was hungry, he was tired, he needed a diaper change.

Ephraim quickly rules out Sarah being tired. If she were, she would have gone to sleep already.

Which leaves two options, only one of which is greatly preferable to the other.

He doesn’t know how Mother did it.

How she still does.

(Although he’s noticed she seems to want to do it decidedly less.)

(He hasn’t quite grasped why, although he thinks it has something to do with the way Sarah looks. She’s noticeably paler than the rest of the family. Her hair is lighter, almost white and her eyes have yet to change color. They’re still a pale, pale blue.)

Hmm. Ephraim pushes his chair away and goes to Sarah’s room. She cries when he walks in, as though she doesn’t hear him over the sound of her own wailing, but the moment he appears in her vision, she stops. Almost instantly.

Ephraim glowers at her. “What do you want?” he asks.

As he expected, Sarah says nothing. She stares up at him, quietly.

“All right, then,” he says, and turns to leave.

And immediately Sarah’s crying starts up again.

Brat! He grinds his teeth. That’s all it is, she’s just being a brat. She wants attention. That’s all.

But do infants understand that kind of concept? He’s not sure.

Maybe she’s hungry then?

Ephraim goes downstairs to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle and heads back up, but when he offers it to Sarah she makes no move to take it. She stares up at him with curious wonder, ignoring the bottle Ephraim holds in front of her face.

He frowns deeply, pulls it away, then offers it again, but still Sarah stares up at him instead. Ephraim pulls the bottle away again, feeling frustration well in his chest. “What do you want?” he asks, and not without and edge to his voice. But instead of looking afraid, as he might have expected, Sarah offers him something that looks like the beginning of a smile.

Is she—Smiling? At him? Ephraim reels. Had Harold ever smiled at him when he was Sarah’s age? Or had he been so disinterested in holding his baby brother he hadn’t noticed? It must have been the latter. He doesn’t remember Harold ever smiling at him the way Sarah does.

“No,” Ephraim mutters to himself, turning away from the crib. “No, I’m not doing that, no—” But Sarah starts crying again when he turns away, vanishes from her field of vision. He groans in frustration. Fine! He all but slams the bottle down on the dresser, not that it does anything to interrupt Sarah’s crying even in the slightest, and goes to the edge of the crib. This time, Sarah’s crying only slows, but doesn’t stop, not entirely.

This time, she stares up at him with tears in her eyes. Ephraim feels a twinge of something in his chest.

He has half a mind to walk away and let her cry, just so he can finish his homework, but the way she looks at him…

I can’t leave her like that. What would Father say?

(Mother wouldn’t care. But Father? He loved Sarah enough for both of them, and then some.)

So it’s with great reluctance and wild uncertainty that Ephraim scoops his little sister up into his arms and holds her against his chest, the way Mother does, or so he tries. He’s not sure if he’s doing it right—he’s got Sarah’s head propped up in the crook of one arm, and the other arm he has curled underneath her—but he’s not immediately afraid he’s going to drop her, so that’s something.

And what’s more, is once Sarah’s in Ephraim’s arms, she’s quiet. Not another peep comes out of her, not even the threat of more crying. She’s perfectly quiet, looking up at with with big, pale eyes. Ephraim has the immediate urge to put her down, something about a small child staring at him like that is unnerving and he’s not prepared for it in the least, but he doesn’t. He holds onto her, and stares at her as equally curious as Sarah.

Those eyes, the color, it’s just like Mother’s. Her eyes are a pale color Ephraim hasn’t yet decided is gray or blue or a combination of both. Not that he’s had much time to figure it out; between the way her eyes change in certain lighting and the way she doesn’t let him hold her gaze long. He thinks she might be ashamed of her eyes, but he doesn’t quite understand why. Maybe it’s for the same reason she doesn’t want much to do with Sarah?

She has Mother’s eyes. That’s undeniable.

(And on the brighter side, there’s no indication that Sarah needs to be changed.)

(She’s lonely, then, Ephraim concludes. He’s not sure what to do with that.)

It’s a moment of quiet, as he and his sister stare at each other, until Sarah tentatively reaches for Ephraim’s tie. He gently closes his hand around her small hand and draws it away from his tie. “No, no,” he says gently, and it met with a gentle stream of babbling from Sarah.

She sucks at her bottom lip, looking up at him expectantly. She wiggles, just a little, but it’s enough to send a bolt of fear through Ephraim’s heart. What if he drops her—but Sarah settles down and returns to quietly staring at him.

Ephraim blinks slowly. He can’t possibly put Sarah back in her crib now, she’ll cry if he leaves her, and she won’t stop unless he’s there in the room with her, where she can see him. He’ll have to take her back to his room with him.

With another sigh and a slight readjustment of his hold on Sarah, Ephraim makes the short trip back to his room. His heart races each time Sarah wiggles in his arms, as though she’s trying to get a good look at everything in the hallway. It’s not spectacular to Ephraim, but to an infant who hasn’t seen very much of the house, it’s a whole new expanse in her small, small world.

And, evidently, his room is the most fascinating thing she’s seen, despite it being nearly identical in structure and decoration to her own. She starts babbling, nonsensical and incomprehensible, the moment Ephraim walks into his room, and doesn’t stop, even when he’s gotten her set up on a thick blanket on the floor. He sits back at his desk and watches her a moment, squirming on the blanket, waving her hands at things only she can see, kicking at the blanket.

Ephraim feels a twinge of something else.

She’s almost…endearing.

(He almost sees why Father loves her. And Harold.)

He watches her a moment longer before he’s content she can’t get into any trouble lying on the blanket, and returns to his homework. At last he’s able to get through more than one problem; when he glances over at Sarah, he more than once finds her having paused in her shuffling to stare at him with wide, curious eyes. It lasts only a moment before she’s back to staring at the ceiling and pawing at the air.

And then, as Ephraim gets overly absorbed in his work and finds himself nearing the end, he hears something new. The sound of fabric swishing on fabric, something heavier than a blanket but lighter than Sarah being dragged along the floor.

Ephraim looks up, and what does he find in Sarah’s hand, being shuffled around the blanket by the ear but his old stuffed rabbit, an orange thing with one eye he’d stashed away under his bed but a year ago.

You’re growing up now, Mother had said, looking at the rabbit with an even look of disdain. You’ll have to leave such childish things behind.

Now, in all fairness, Mother had never suggested what he do with the rabbit, so in what Ephraim considered a minor act of defiance, he’d hidden the rabbit away under his bed where she wouldn’t find him. She never looked under the beds, anyhow. Sylvie had found it once when she’d gone through his room and all it had taken was one look at the horror on his face for her to promise not to say anything to Delanie.

And so the rabbit, named Cowslip after the small red flowers he’d seen in a book once, remained tucked away under his bed, where Ephraim could reach him if need be but where Mother would never find him. Now, one orange ear is gripping in Sarah’s tiny hand, and he’s being jerked around across the blanket. Ephraim watches a moment, filled with equal parts shock and anger and the urge to snatch Cowslip away from Sarah—How could you treat him like that?—but then as she heavily pats Cowslip’s head it occurs to him (at the same time that he reminds himself Sarah is a baby and doesn’t know any better) that she…likes him? When she manages to get get a good enough hold on the rabbit, she hugs him by the neck, looking up at Ephraim with a smile.

Ephraim finds himself smiling back. He abandons his homework and settles himself down on the blanket beside Sarah and looks the rabbit over. For the year it spent under his bed, gathering dust, it still looks as good as the day Ephraim put him away. “He’s still as handsome isn’t he?” he asks, more to himself than Sarah, who laughs as Ephraim talks to her, and clutches the rabbit tighter.

“What?” he asks, as Sarah laughs again. “Is my voice funny to you?”

Sarah laughs some more, and Ephraim watches her, fighting the smile he feels blossoming on his face. He lets it slip, just a little. Sarah smiles wider. And then she holds out the rabbit to Ephraim. He hesitates to take it from her. It’s been a year since he touched it. What if Mother came through the door now and saw him with it? What would she say?

Ephraim frowns (which Sarah evidently finds funny, judging by the way she giggles). Mother says I’m supposed to be growing up now. Well, then I can make my own decisions! And he happily takes the rabbit, who, after a year under the bed is still as soft as Ephraim remembers, and waves it around in front of Sarah. She smiles happily, reaching for Cowslip’s soft nose.

“Guess what I used to call him?” Ephraim asks, shaking the rabbit back and forth, letting his ears flop around. This time when Sarah laughs, Ephraim lets himself smile. Her eyes aren’t even on him anymore, they’re all for the rabbit. She laughs and reaches for Cowslip each time Ephraim waves him around. It’s almost…endearing.

“Cowslip,” Ephraim says, and lowers the rabbit to rub his nose against Sarah’s.

Sarah’s still laughing, even as she wriggles and reaches for the little orange rabbit.

Ephraim lifts the rabbit away, then lowers it and gently presses Cowslip’s nose into Sarah’s cheek twice more before he finally lets her take the rabbit from him with a sound that almost sounds like she thinks she’s won. He leans his hand on his chin as he watches her hold Cowslip tightly, alternating between holding the rabbit and sucking on his nose, all while looking up at Ephraim and smiling.

“He’s a good rabbit,” Ephraim says. “He’ll take good care of you.” He runs his hand over Sarah’s soft, still-grown hair as she looks up at him, Cowslip’s nose in her mouth and covered in spit. Ephraim wonders if he’d ever chewed on Cowslip’s nose when he first got him.

As Sarah sighs contently, Ephraim reaches for his homework and brings it down to his lap. In between problems he glances at Sarah, quiet and alternating between staring around at the room and staring at him as she sucks on Cowslip’s nose. And then, finally, the next time he looks at her, she’s fallen asleep, Cowslip’s nose still in her mouth.

Ephraim sighs, sets his book aside and gently scoops his sister into his arms, rabbit and all. He carries her back to her room, tucks her into her bed. It almost pains him to have to let Cowslip go for real this time, but the little rabbit is far better off with someone who can love him like Ephraim has instead of being stuffed away under a bed. He pulls the blanket over Sarah and Cowslip, then returns to his room to finish up the last of his homework..

                                                         [***]

The front door swinging shut and Mother’s shrill voice from the hall announcing their arrival home makes his heart leap. Sarah still has his rabbit tucked in her arms. He manages to slip it from her arms and tuck it under the bed, where he hopes Mother won’t be able to see it. Then he makes his way downstairs to greet his parents, just taking off their coats.

Mother looks relieved to see him. “How are you, Ephraim?”

“Well,” he says. “I’ve finished my homework.”

Mother nods, pleased. “And Sarah?” Her expression noticeably darkens.

“She cried for a good while,” Ephraim says, frowning. “She’s finally calmed down.”

Mother huffs, then begrudgingly goes up the stairs to check on her youngest child. Ephraim’s heart races as he thinks about what she’ll say if she sees the rabbit. He’s got an excuse lined up before the hem of her dress disappears from view.

Father, on the other hand, takes his time hanging his hat on the hook, and not without a tired sigh at Mother’s frustrations with her youngest. But he pats Ephraim on the shoulder with a small, knowing smile. Ephraim sighs with relief.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Headcanons for L, Sebastian, and Sam WInchester with a magical girl SO? Preferably a Madoka Magica situation.

Anonymous said:I’m the anon who sent in that request. Basically, in PMMM, magical girls are created when a girl makes a contract with an Incubator: a wish in exchange for being a magical girl. Their powers are generally based on their wish, and they have 1 magical ability and a weapon. The energy for said powers come from Soul Gems. As magic is used, the soul gem must be purified with Grief Seeds, which a dropped when a witch, the enemies of magical girls, are killed. Most magical girls don’t know it (1/?)

Anonymous said:(2/?) but witches are ex-magical girls whose soul gems became completely corrupted. They exist in pocket dimensions called labyrinths, and feed on/create negative emotion in humans. They also produce familiars, which can go off into the world and eventually grow into witches themselves. Also, most girls don’t realize that soul gems are created by removing the soul from the body and putting it into the gem so that the girls can fight longer and harder without dying. The incubators do this to use

(3/3) to use the energy produced by magical girls to fight entropy, yet another thing that the girls don’t know. Also, I forgot to mention it earlier, but incubators are invisible to anyone but the people they’ve chosen and communicate telepathically. They only lie by omission. I’m sorry; that was probably a much more in-depth and lengthy description than you were hoping for, but if you have any questions, there is a wiki as well. Thank you so much for doing my request despite not knowing PMMM.

A huge thank you to the anon who sent in this request for being understanding and also for giving me a hand - it was a nightmare researching for this and not having any substantial answers, so thank you for helping me with such a wonderfully detailed answer!!! I hope what I’ve come up with is worthy of the inconvenience! Also a huge thank you to @o-i-am-a-squid-o for also taking the time to help me out! You’re amazing!

Props to anyone who spots my Lana Del Ray reference.

L (Death Note)

Let’s assume that you became a Magical Girl after you met L. 

So, your wish was that justice would always prevail. Perhaps not conventionally (you believe that the law isn’t always enough) but still. 

Your power, then, is that you can change the way a case is going.

Your weapon, too, is your power, and that people underestimate you as a mere “assistant” of L’s. 

That’s something that L hates, is people underestimating you. It’s an insult to your intelligence and because you’re also his s/o, it’s an insult to his intelligence, as well.

If a case leads to a lenient sentence (which makes L huff unhappily or you get annoyed) then you can change the sentence just by thinking about it.

If someone is let out on good behaviour or a copy cat emerges or something else like that, then you can change it.

L would be your chosen one, so he would know why the cases change based on a whim, though he wouldn’t necessarily approve of it.

He prefers to check up on a case after the criminal etc. has been caught, and then leave it at that. 

Whereas you… Oh, he knows how you anger at lighter sentences than the crime deserves, and he knows you think a life sentence should be just that, a life sentence, and he likes your strong sense of justice.

But he wouldn’t like how you have the power to change things, now. He believes that the law is the law and that he is justice and so long as he sees it delivered, that’s enough. 

There would likely be some conflicts between you, but they would wash over with each new case. 

Things which hadn’t been said or things which had been said and then instantly regretted would be magically forgotten, though some tension would linger in between you for a time.

It would work out, though, always, and L finds himself taking on more cases than ever. 

Sebastian (Kuroshitsuji)

You had your power and weapon way before you met Sebastian and it was because you had your contract that you met him.

Sebastian would have come across someone like you before and so he knows about the fight against entropy and everything else.

He wouldn’t feel the need to divulge this information until such a time as he a) feels that it’s prudent and b) that you need to know.

Drawing a demon to you naturally would require a certain… depth of character, a certain darkness, so then… let’s say that your power is that you can see creatures, people, for who, what they really are. Their motivations, their fears and desires, their species, you know it all with just a look.

Initially, Sebastian came to you because your power is so important and definitely advantageous, but then he became fascinated in watching you wield your weapon (your eyes change colour when you use your power. Coincidentally, they become your favourite colour and Sebastian wonders if that’s by mistake or design).

He fell in love, of course he did, or as close to the human emotion as a demon can get, and now he protects you as much as he protects your power.

You would live in the Phantomhive Manor with Sebastian and Ciel. it’s insurance in the beginning because your power is dangerous and Ciel wants to investigate but then of course, it turns to trust. 

You would go with them on cases as research. Whatever the Queen’s Watchdog and his dog hear and see, you are there to verify, to help out and to protect.

You’re able to warn Sebastian of any potential danger, any ulterior motives, and it’s because of you that Ciel and his dog are becoming increasingly successful. 

However, you’re a Magical Girl, and so you’re not invincible. You’re mortal, a human, so Sebastian feels obliged (and soon, wants) to protect you. 

You and Ciel mean the same to him. One is information and the other is food, but no matter how much he gripes and despairs sometimes, over what’s happened to the contract, he cares for you both equally in his own little ways.

For Sebastian, he’s practically raising Ciel, and for you… For you, all of your needs, essential and other, are met by the demon, and that’s how you become his s/o - nothing changes because of this, but now he has a very real claim over you and therefore, you’re under way more protection.

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

You were a Magical Girl before you found Sam and Dean Winchester. Or, rather… They found you.

You were in a werewolf base, somehow, and things were quickly going south. 

You were saved literally last minute and once Sam had you in his arms (you fainted), he didn’t let you go.

I want to give you a similar power and weapon to the one above, but at risk of repeating myself, I’ve come up with something different: Your power was that you didn’t have one. You were perfectly ordinary in an extraordinary world. 

It was what you wanted, after all. To blend it. To fade into the background so you could live your life exactly as you wanted.

Your weapon, as such, was that no matter how odd the world around you got, you gave those around you the feeling that everything was fine. 

By that I mean that you were Sam’s (and therefore Dean’s) little slice of the ordinary in amongst the angels, demons, wendigos and other extraordinary creatures.

Your power, your weapon, were what made Sam fall in love with you, because you made him feel like there was some good left in the world.

Sam was adamant that you were going to stay with him and his brother, so you went with them on cases, helped Sam with research, and occasionally baked Dean a pie.

 Sam would prefer to keep you away from the danger so you would stay at the base when there’s actual cases, and you would check in with the brothers when there’s something new in the case, like a piece of information you found, or just to hear Sam’s voice because you miss him (and Dean’s fake gags when you say you love Sam on speaker makes you laugh and you miss them both terribly).

On the odd occasion when Sam has to kill a witch, he would collect the Grief Seed so that you could put it in your Soul Gem.

He would do everything he could to protect you, to fulfil everything the Incubator requires.

Sebastian Michaelis: @misfitgirl3390 @maelikimichaelis @redheadedkillerprincess @niponmirai02 @artsy-jandi @misfitgirlwrites @tsukuyomi011 @shingeki-no-julchen @smellslikeghosts @daedaliaaan @maltafiir @liecheepaint @lyfadg @funtomimagines @secretlyspookyzombie @ms-allenbrown @sanity-is-overratedxp littlest-phantomganger @the-lady-of-space-and-time 

Black Butler: @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel @ll-kirra-ll @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @sky-the-squirrel @miyakokurono @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @mamahost  @misfitgirlwrites @shamrocklesbian @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @grape-vine @tsukuyomi011 @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @animearmada @daedaliaaan @wolfwithabook @sanity-is-overratedxp  @ohokaybyethen @angel12-us @chill-satan-chill @missingaim @my-aestheticdaydreams @tonsoffanfiction @lyoly @writings-of-a-gen-z

SPN: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sanity-is-overratedxp @ohokaybyethen  @barefootwitch @hyoomintypo

Death Note:  @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @miyakokurono @sanity-is-overratedxp @distressed-honking @my-aestheticdaydreams @phantom-fangirl-stuff @writings-of-a-gen-z

Hope you enjoyed!

[sabine-leo]

A smile to remember

Author: @sabine-leo

Chapters: 3/?

Genre: Fluff and Humor

Note: Thank you so much for your likes, reblogs and comments. You don´t know how much i aprecciate them! Hope you enjoy chapter 3 !! 

                                                -Chapter 3-

The one where you watch a short movie in your head…and feel guilty  

 Totally in thought you put away a toy that was left on the ground. Standing by that shelf you grin inwardly.

He is reading again. Blimey, he is here again. Gosh, that voice. He could read the manual for a toaster and it would sound awesome. Was it rude to get him to read? He seemed not to worried about it. But that spark in his eyes. 

You were lost in your thoughts as a big hand lightly landed on your shoulder. Too big to be from a child or any of your co-worker. You jump a little and turn around.

“Oh, sorry. I didn´t mean to scare you.” Tom was standing in front of you and grinning as if he wasn´t sorry at all. He put his hands in his pockets and teetered on his feet. His head sinks down a bit and he looks up at you if that is even possible with him being a head taller then you. One hand left his pocket and messed up his curly hair.

“If you were a child, I’d think you had something to confess.”  Tom gave his signature laugh and looked into your eyes. “I guess you are right. I may have to confess something.” “Out with it!” you try to say in a stern voice. He was about to talk but stops to laugh inwardly and ruffle his hair another time.

“I may or may not have promised the kids to be back tomorrow and read another chapter. Mischievous little ones!” “Says the God of Mischief on screen.” You retort. He laughed out loud this time. And there it was, that big boyish grin which was imprinted on your eyelids since last Monday.

“I hope that doesn´t cause any problems... With me being here to read?!” You have to compose yourself for a second after that smile and shake your head. “No, no problems at all. Just be here around the same time as today and I´ll be happy to let you in and read to the children.”

His nod and thankful smile made you smile too.  

“Then… I´ll be seeing you again.” He repeats his words from last week… again in the voice of Loki and leaves backwards to help Dylan get ready to go home. You shake your head laughing quietly.

Is this becoming a theme?

Some minutes later Dylan hugs your leg and says his goodbyes. Tom is standing right behind him “See you tomorrow Mrs (Y/L/N).”  “Have a good afternoon Dylan. You too, Mr Hiddleston” You smile at each other. Dylan grabs Toms hand and starts walking. But Tom stops him for a second. “Wait, before I forget. This is for you.” He hands you a folded paper. “Thank you.” You say without looking at it and waving back at Dylan. Dylan sends the sweetest smile your way and holds out his arms over his head, looking at Tom. Tom looks at him “What are you doing buddy. Are we walking out like this?” He holds his arms up like Dylan does. Dylan giggles. “Silly uncle Tom!” You laugh quietly as Dylan keeps standing that way.

“I wanna fly out like a superhero! Like THOOOOOR!” he was giggling away as if that was a secret, shared between them. “Dylan, Dylan, Dylan…I told you, you picked the wrong brother!” With those words Tom grabbed his nephew and turned him upside down. “Now you will walk out on your hands! Thor… please!” He added playfully abash. Tom looked at you from his upside down state and shrugged his shoulders. “Uncle Loki is a…” he was searching for the word. “…Villian” Tom laughed and carried his nephew out…upside down.

Before you get the chance to take a close look at the paper in your hand you get called from Clara. She needs your help in the kitchen. You tuck the paper in your bag and get to work again.

The walk home hours later after work was a chilly but nice one. At your door you rummage in your bag for your keys. “Ah there they…” you fish out the paper from Tom. Curiosity finally gets the better of you and you unfold it. The laugh that comes out of your mouth is whole heartedly and loud. Looking back at you from the piece of paper was a gorilla. Hand drawn.

Signed with 

Tom

 You unlock your door and pin this masterpiece in your hand onto your magnetic board in the living room. Shaking your head, still laughing.  Sitting down after you get yourself something out of the fridge you think about the day and can´t help the smile that won´t come off of your face.

Adorable, silly man. With a voice of velvet and dark melting chocolate.

And you´ve only heard him reading a children’s book. You really haven´t seen nothing yet. Thoughts of him reading something more for adult ears creep up on you. Like your romance book for example. The way he would sit in an armchair. Adjust his glasses and look at you when pausing. Suddenly you feel a hot flash going through you. And a whole movie was playing in your head before you knew it. How could listening to somebodys voice be so affecting?

Picturing him in that armchair of yours, next to the reading lamp. Leaning back comfortably. His long legs crossed. That knowing smile, of how much he can affect you with his voice, toying with his lips. The pause before the protagonists’ kiss. This rumbling in the back of his throat that he´d make. Goosebumps break out on your skin. The hair at the back of your neck stirs.

“Stop it!” You jump out of your seat. “I can´t do this. That´s so rude.” You chastise yourself.

Going over to the sink you flash your face with some cold water. Get a grip (Y/N) this can´t be happening. He´s somehow a client and a decent human being who shouldn’t be reduced to his looks and his voice. Maybe you should start reading a thriller instead of that romance. It´s messing with your head!

What you wouldn´t acknowledge to yourself… it wasn´t the book messing with your head.

It was Tom.

Not that far away Tom was sitting at his table staring at a script he needed to read. But the words he read couldn´t get a hold in his brain. He is thinking of you. Trying to imagine what your reaction to his drawing was. He bit his lip, tossing the script on the table. Tomorrow he´d go read to the kids again. And hopefully exchange some words with you. But for that to really happen he needed to finish reading. He got up, made himself a cup of tea and tried anew.

The cold water helped. At least a tiny bit. After discarding your clothes, you take a shower and change into a comfy t-shirt and yoga pants. Day slowly turns into night and you lie awake for quite a while. Eventually sleep finds you. But your dreams revolve around a man who probably needs to get an excuse for your behaviour tonight. Good thing that he doesn´t know what you thought.

The next day at work you find yourself looking at your watch. Would he show up? Would he keep his word? Everything was ready. The book lay ready next to a pillow, the kids were at their best behaviour today. You thought you heard the door some minutes ago, but that could´ve been someone else walking in or out. You sit down to go over some files that needed to be updated. Clara was looking after the children so you could concentrate.

Tom walked in and made a little detour into the kitchen. Charming as he was no co-worker of yours could say no to his request to put a little something into the pocket of your jacket. As he enters your room, he smiles your way. But you´re so deep into the paperwork that you don´t notice. Quietly he sits down at the pillow in the far corner of the room and watches you. Post its going into files. Notes written down. In his eyes you look intense but so lovely nibbling on your pen. He could just sit here and watch you for the rest of the day, but It doesn´t take long for the kids to find him. Soon he starts reading to them.

Eventually you look up from the files in front of you and notice the quiet room. Since your attention is no longer on the paper work your head turns almost out of its own will to your left. A little almost shy wave coming your way lets you smile. “Hi.” Tom mouths. You incline your head a little and mouth back “Hi”

“Tooom, don´t stop!” a little boy yelps. Tom excuses himself and finishes the chapter.  Hugs and high fives were given in this little group surrounding Tom before he stands up and arranges his dishevelled hair. You see that he´s walking over to you. “Hello Mrs (Y/L/N)” he holds out his hand and waits for you to take it. “Hi Mr Hiddleston” You take his hand and he tucks you up from your chair. “We finished the chapter. And I got a new request from James...and Dylan.” Tom laughed lightly. “They want me to read The Dschungel Book” You look into his smiling eyes and then over to James.

“You don´t have to do that. You´re surely a busy man who doesn´t have time to read as much as you did the last days!” “Probably not every day, but for the next months I could try to be here for Storytime…say…one day every week?!” “Only if you are willing and it doesn´t cost you to much of your precious time.” “Don´t worry. I quite like spending time with you… here… I´m mean with Dylan!” he spluttered.

Throughout this conversation your hand was in his. It seems neither of you had noticed it.  

Tags for @theoneanna & @shegatsby Hope you enjoyed <3 

[nymphadoratonqs]

potter children headcanons

here’s some personal headcanons about james sirius, albus severus and lily luna i wrote after some next gen talk in the wolfstar server! 

james sirius: my JS is more alike my james the first than i might want to admit, but hopefully not in a cliche way. i just think of both of them as “sunny”, warm people: they’re extroverts, yes, but not just loud and brash. i see JS as someone who truly cares about his loved ones and will go through great lengths to make them feel it. he might not be the best at talking about his own feelings, though, especially when it comes to negative ones. i think he deals with harry’s legacy by brushing off the shitty things the press says about him, or even stepping in front of his siblings and making faces to the cameras so lily and especially albus will be spared. that might give him a reputation of being shallow and an attention seeker, especially because he might not do too well academically. i do think he’s smart, though. i like the idea of him memorising things easily, but only actually studying for subjects he likes. he doesn’t mind getting average grades on stuff he doesn’t care for. so yes, the press calls him pretty but dumb, and even though he’s very good at pretending it doesn’t affect him, he’s still worried his parents might be disappointed. i think he is the closest to ginny, out of the three siblings. i like the idea of him playing quidditch. they have the same “fierce” energy, too. if he ever plays professionally, i see his biggest insecurity being disappointing his mum. he thinks the world of her, and it only grows stronger as he matures and learns more about her as a person. his relationship with harry is good, too, because he’s never been a difficult kid (not in an emotional way, at least), and they communicate fairly well. harry is not the best at picking up when james is not at his best at first; maybe he’d get “moody” sometimes as a kid and harry had a hard time figuring out what to do since james wasn’t usually like that. as he grows, i can see him being close to his dad, especially once he realises his parents will love him no matter what. also: stubborn, prankster, good at charms and flying. not good at losing or dealing with rejection and definitely bottles up feelings he doesn’t know how to go about. (gryffindor for sure! second house is hufflepuff)

albus severus: that shy kid who almost only wants his mum for the first year or two. it breaks harry’s heart because james made a connection with him almost instantly and al would cry when his dad picked him up. i can see harry being very persistent about it, though. he would have asked molly for help, asked hermione to find books and even talking to a muggle paediatrician. eventually, al would learn to trust him too. i think in many ways he’s the opposite to james and that’s complicated sometimes. james would have tried to pull him out of his shell and he would get defensive. that could apply for when they were very young, but also later on, in school. i can see it reaching a point where james would try to get him to go out and see people/make friends and he would get offended, thinking that james was embarrassed that his brother was not as cool/popular as him. maybe they drift apart in their early years in hogwarts. he’s the one who deals the worst with the comparisons to harry. they’re the most alike physically (that’s one CC head canon i like!), and while james would laugh off the stuff people said about him and his dad, albus would always feel like not being like harry meant not being good enough. it takes him a while to understand that it doesn’t matter if he does exactly what harry would, that his father will still love him. i also think that the fact that he’s more of a sensitive type of person makes it difficult to connect to ginny in some levels, when they’re older. they love each other a lot and i can see ginny defending al like a badass lioness with her cub, but then when he grows up they have less in common and that’s okay. he might be close to uncle ron and auntie hermione. maybe ron teaches him how to play chess and he’s really good at it. he and aunt hermione share a passion for books and social justice. so: sensitive (which sometimes becomes a weakness), book-smart and competitive. likes to get good grades and to be praised by professors. might have a hidden talent like painting or drawing. (slytherin! ravenclaw as a second house, maybe. but i think he’s very much of a slyth. likes books, yes, but he wouldn’t be the best at solving ravenclaw tower’s puzzles)

lily luna: the closest to harry! i don’t like the phrase “daddy’s girl”, but maybe it’s something like that. i don’t think harry and ginny were expecting a third kid so close to their second, but i think harry was over the freakin’ moon to be having a girl. also while the boys had to deal with the comparisons to their dad, lily had to deal with being ginny’s daughter and lily the first’s granddaughter. i like the idea of desi potters, so she might not look that much like her paternal grandmother, but people mentioned her a lot when LL was growing up. in terms of personality, i see her being closer to albus than to james. her being different than ginny is a headcanon i like not only because it breaks an expectation, but because mother/daughter relationships are already hard, and since she’s growing up surrounded by the press, there is always be a shitty journalist ready to pick on her clothes, or her appearance, or to dig up pictures of her mum at her age to point out how much better ginny looked. i think even their body type is different, and that it matters a lot. lily doesn’t feel good enough because her mum is this amazing woman and she doesn’t trust her dad to “give it to her straight” because he will always tell her she’s the prettiest girl in the room. so her and ginny take a long time to figure out where they stand. lily gets a little lost in the boys’ dynamics, but both of them love her and take care of her in their own way. she’s not as averse to people as al, so she played with james when they were younger and then went out to parties with him when they were older. she also enjoyed quiet time with al, and talking about everything and nothing with him. it’s al she tells most of her secrets, not james, and james is jealous of it sometimes. even though it takes her some time, i think she does grow up to be just as much as a BAMF as ginny, but in her own way. she’s good at potions and transfiguration and has this kind of systematic/big picture intelligence that is pretty rare. (i LOVE slytherin lily luna, but i can also see her as a gryffindor. i think she’s ambitious when it comes to proving herself and showing what she’s made of, and that can go either way)

[mariamermaid]

Like Lovers Do

Summary: He might have been a god, but you were a titan rising from hell and still, you fell so dearly for him, it was destined to fail, wasn´t it?

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: drinking, implied smut, kinda dark

A/N: I highly recommend listening to the song “Like Lovers do” by Hey Violet while reading. I didn´t have yet time to check for spelling mistakes so it might slightly change within the next days!

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She stepped through the echoing hall like it already belonged to her. She was born for this, this simple but so crucial moment. In a matter of seconds that elapsed like waves crashing against the sore cliffs. Her perfectly curled hair, her sweet smile and the charm in her eyes. The tailored dress made for her body, fitted like second skin. Her natural glow illuminating the room and of course, all eyes were on her.

But then there was you.

The sister. Everything she had like it was her inherent right, you had to fight for. She was the golden star, but you were the storm crawling through the night sky, letting stars fall like hail. She could bring flowers to bloom, but under your feet the earth shook and bowed, afraid of your presence. You were two foreign princesses from a galaxy far away and your recently deceased mother, mentioned her last wish on her death bed. She hoped that one of you would marry a prince to help your realm. Obviously, she didn´t say a name, but with the last breath she took, it was clear who she had meant. You sister, Lakira, immediately took it upon herself to search for suitable contenders and when she heard about the god of thunder, it was impossible to stop her. Your father, who fulfilled each wish she had, agreed to the visit in Asgard. They would soon realize their mistake…

 Not all eyes were on her, on particularly blue-greenish pair, remained on you. You immediately caught his sight and a devilish smirk played on your blood red lips.  

I see you watching me, eyes on your target Mix drinks and smoke rings, it's already started It won't be too long before me and you Are doing what lovers do You were wearing a black, simple dress, your hair open. The simple touch of a red lipstick flattering your dark aura. And he couldn´t take his eyes of you, the sweet smell of danger of pulling him in. He wore a green suit with golden details, Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief. He could feel the vibrations from your powerful figure and he didn´t mistake them as your sisters. He could sense that there was more lingering under your skin that appeared to be such a sober shroud. And while the kingdoms greeted each other with fine chosen words and compliments, you two started to play a game, either way losing like lover do.

“It is an honor to greet you here, when you have such a long journey behind you, King.” Odin greeted your father and they shook hands. Your father, a good head smaller than the king and his two sons, offered him a noble smile. The god of thunder gawked at Lakira, but besides her beauty, there was nothing about her that attracted him to her. A pretty face to hide a shallow character. You often reminded yourself that it wasn´t her fault, she was born like that. And at certain, scarce moments, when you two were completely alone, you could see behind her smile. And when you two shared the intimate and sacred times of being just simple sisters, you loved her so dearly, it broke your heart. But you could also see that for Thor´s heart another woman already had the key, which made this whole occasion miserable to watch.

The dinner began and while almost everybody lightly chatted with each other, you and Loki constantly locked eyes. Yet, he couldn´t fully figure out where your thoughts wandered when behind your eyes appeared the darkness of a galaxy. But the tension kept going until the desert was served. You both sat across each other, just like Lakira and Thor. The skill of disappearing in invisible shadows so that everybody forgot about your presence, was a simple skill you had perfected over the years. And now the shadows cloaked the God of Mischief as well. The desert, a typical Asgardian mousse  with sweet fruits was neatly placed in front of you, but after your first bites of the sweet taste, you laid your golden spoon back on the table. The mood was lightening and the talks began to get louder. “Excuse, I´m going to the bathroom, I´ll be back in just a second.” You explained bitter sweetly, even though only Loki heard your voice. He watched you leave and his eyes couldn´t resist wandering down your curved body, wondering how your skin felt without the silk hiding it´s beauty. After two more passing minutes, in which neither Thor nor anyone else of the present guests realized your missing, Loki excused himself as well. The more distance got between him and the hall, the quicker his feet hit the ground. He thought to find you in your chambers, but just before turning the corner, he accidently lurked up the stairs which led to the observation platform and he caught sight of a thin layer of smoke hovering in the air. He followed the trace and found you on the observation deck.

Clothes on the floor, we're exploring our bodies Getting you off is my new favorite hobby Lipstick on your neck brands like a tattoo 'Cause that just how lovers do With big steps he encountered you and you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. He slightly leaned down to you while your hands embraced his neck and your lips connected with his. The beauty of the passionate kiss was the synchronized rhythm. The way your tongues played with each other, but with harmony and gracefully you embraced each other, just to feel the closeness. Two lovers on a bridge in front of a kingdom with galaxies decorating the background. A picture that was quickly engraved on your mind.

Ooh, love is just another four letter word But that never stopped nobody Ooh, either way we lose Just like lovers, just like lovers do “Wow that was… stunning.” Loki admitted, his arm around your bare shoulders. You chuckled while drawing lines on his skin. Out of your finger escaped dark sparkles which then faded into the air. The sun had set and through the open window blew a soft breeze. “And I thought this unsuccessful journey would be boring.” You admitted, he kept quiet. After a long time passing he spoke up again. “Why unsuccessful?” “Because it was the plan that Lakira would seduce your brother, but his heart already belongs to another woman.” He was surprised. Loki watched you thoughtful, it was very rare that somebody could surprise him. After all it was in his nature to be in control at all given times, but you created chaos in him. A pleasant chaos. “You know about her?” “It´s hard not to see.” “For you. Your sister is still left in the dark.” You hummed in response but then you sat up. The blankets slipped away when you left the bed and started picking up your clothes from the floor again. Loki sat up. “You´re leaving?” He asked confused and again, he wondered why you caused such abnormalities. You laughed while already putting back on your dress. A laugh he couldn´t yet read. You eyed yourself in his mirror on last time, rearranging your hair and checking your makeup, then you turned to him. “Yes.”

His and hers closets are perfect for skeletons Hiding resentment and shared infidelities Cheers to regret, wash it down with some booze Drinking like lovers do

Days passed, and a wonderful reversal changed colors in Asgard. The leaves on the dress started to shifted to a warm red-orange, and the sea verging on the mountains appeared in a glowing turquoise, which created a stunning view. Behind the mountains was the dark grey unknown and thunder hollered in the far. Your sister and father didn´t have any success yet and you didn´t dare to open their eyes. It was rather amusing to watch Lakira flirt with all weapons, when Thor was only focused on training. And your father wasn´t any better. He tried his best to built a strong bond with Odin, who seemed more annoyed by him with each encounter. Sadly, the more aggressive Odin got, the more he let it out on Loki. You could see his struggles to keep up with the image of being the adoptive son. It reminded you of your own fate. Sometimes you could still feel the blame your father laid on your shoulders that you never rose to his standards. 

And when dinner was finished, Loki and you shared your thoughts and drowned them with booze. The burning taste of liquor running down your throat let you forget your conscience and filled your mind with the lingering picture of Loki´s lips that you craved. And when the bottle was emptied the tickling touch against his skin fulfilled you.

Ooh, love is just another four letter word But that never stopped nobody Ooh, either way we lose Just like lovers, just like lovers do Weeks passed and even Lakira had now accepted that Thor would never be hers. Only your father remained pounding on the imagination that Thor, his new son-in-law, would come and safe his realm. Lakira had also noticed your thing with Loki, but for now she had been quiet about it. You guessed she would eventually come and question you about it, so you purposely avoided her and spent even more at Loki´s chambers.

Loki, God of Mischief, in whom you had found sympathy and you opened up to his calming character. Just now you sat at the end of his bed on the floor, a book laying on your knees, reading. Loki who sat across you, leaned against the brown arm-chair, glanced up from time to time. When you caught him, he smiled sheepishly and you grinned jubilant. You had been there for two hours reading and the relaxed morning was accompanied by the smell of tea. It was perfect.

The sudden knock of a servant surprised you both and quickly you hid inside an adjoining room, but your ears were sharpened. “The King and the princesses will leave Asgard, a sudden sickness had afflicted their country.” He made a break, thinking if he should share his thoughts with the Prince. “I don´t think they´ll ever come back. Their country has been so destroyed, especially without their King there and with this deadly sickness, it will be only a question of time.” Loki´s jaw dropped, the situation took an unexpected turn. He could only stutter his answer, unable to form clear thoughts. “Yes… Yes, I will be coming to farewell the king… In just minute.”

When he closed the door shut and turned to look for you, you had disappeared and he cursed over your abilities to vanish. Of course, you had heard the news and the shattering truth had hit you hard. Especially because you had no idea. Angrily you stormed inside your sister´s chambers without knocking. “What sickness?!” You yelled and she flinched surprise. “Y/N what are talking about?”

Your angry façade dropped and was knocked out of the skies. She didn´t know it neither.

That's how it goes so take it like a grown-up Life's not a fairytale, it's time to own up Hire a hitman to take care of you And end it like lovers do You didn´t want to see him, you couldn´t see him. Deep inside you knew you wouldn´t be able to handle it, so you quickly disappeared in the space ship with the typical colors of your home. You told your servant you weren´t feeling well and they politely offered you to lay down. Hot tears ran down your cheeks and your mouth was shaking, trying to keep in the sobs. When the feeling of the ship lifting off the ground echoed in your cabin, you felt a slight ease. But then you remembered what was waiting for you at your home and dark images of death formed in your head.

You landed and realized that at some point, you had drifted off to sleep, but you still felt exhausted and tired. The castle seemed colder and lonelier. You realized servants missing, but didn´t question it. You drifted off into a constant condition of numbness. For days you barely ate, the food didn´t taste at all, the water in the shower was freezing cold, then burning hot, it didn´t matter. The only memory keeping you breathing was you and Loki sitting on his bed reading, or taking a walk at sunset. Watching the early fog slowly fading when sunrays appeared. The bond you shared, you almost called it love.

Ooh, love is just another four letter word But that never stopped nobody Ooh, either way we lose Just like lovers, just like lovers do The loud sound of spaceships landing woke you up. With you dark, silky robes on you tiptoed down to the lifeless hall of your castle. Your father still sat on the throne, it didn´t look like he had left it in the past days. His deep rings under his eyes, the unhealthy color of his skin, his dry lips and his thin body. He didn´t look good at all. You spotted your sister as well barefoot coming from her chambers, her arms around her body to shield her from the undeniable cold. The cold that didn´t even mattered for you, your body knew how to protect yourself. You looked out the window and realized the large groups walking out of the spaceships, no armor but instead big packages filled with medicine and stretchers. Their uniforms looked Asgardian.

The tall stone doors were pushed open and the first three persons to enter were Loki, Thor and Odin. Your father coughed before he could speak up, but then he managed to form some words. “King Odin, what are you doing here?” But Odin had no intention of speaking, Loki took the lead and simple stormed over to you. Now you embraced your own body as well, the whole attention that was suddenly on you made you shiver. Just a few feet before you Loki stopped and dropped down on one knee and small golden ring in his hands. You gasped shocked. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked screaming panicky and Loki just couldn´t resist to flash you a charming smile, which didn´t calm you down in any way.

“We both know that Asgard helping you is your only chance of saving your people.”

“Soooo?”

“So, I´m asking you to marry me.” You huffed a sarcastic laugh, but he didn´t allow you to interrupt him. “I know that under the circumstances of how we met wasn´t perfect, but nobody ever has been able to calm me down like you. Nobody ever made me laugh like you. You helped me forget my worries and you fought the monsters in my head. And the minute you left, I missed you. I missed you so dearly I couldn´t sleep because your picture haunted me in my dreams. I knew it was a mistake letting you go, and I know it won´t happen again.”

You hated to admit it, but small tears formed in your eyes, which you tried to blink away as good as you could. Never had you expected marriage to be knocking at your door, not so soon. Probably not ever. But now with Loki kneeling here in front of you smiled at the idea. You smiled at the past memories you had with him and the concept of many more of those moments in your future filled you with excitement.

“Yes.” You breathed and Loki, who was still struggling to find fitting words, fell silent.

“Yes?”

“Yes!” He jumped off the ground and put the ring on your finger, his hands still shaking. Then he tightly embraced you, pulling you off your feet. Your arms embraced his neck and you pressed your face in his skin. You glanced over to your sister and even Thor, they genuinely smiled at you.

I see you watching me, eyes on your target Mix drinks and smoke rings, it's already started Let's roll the dice and we'll both make our moves Playing like lovers do

  tags: @feelthefeelingsinsideyou @illuminateshawnm@imaginesforlotsofthings@suburbiasqueen