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[puppyluver256]

So Cosmos got turned into a lily, and I wanted to play around with Holly getting turned into something she's named after as well, hehe. Watch out for those leaves she's dropping! They spikey! :o ...and yeah, I kept her normal skin color for her now-wooden body instead of googling what color holly trees' bark is and now I'm regretting that, no creepy comments on that regard plz since there's none of the Bits on her tree form.

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[morganas-pendragons]

stargazing | celebrimbor

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@pentaghasm and I have been playing ideas off each other for a fun project I'm working on, which will be revealed here within the next month. in the meantime, let's clear out the ideas I've had in my drafts for 3 months!

i intended this to be a drabble and it FAILED lol

tag: @celebrimbormylove @thesolarangel @ladyoflindon @erebusbabylon - let me know if you want to be tagged!!

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Time passes. You find out that the more you and Celebrimbor spend time together, the more comfortable you feel and the more willing you are to initiate the physical contact he so clearly desires. It's so easy with him.

A soft knock at his forge door late in the evening beckons a new idea: Stargazing. Hopefully, it has the intended effect.

"Celebrimbor?"

It takes a moment for him to reach the door and answer to, but when he does, Celebrimbor brightens at the sight of you. "My dear, come in!" He exclaims, ushering you inside and then frowning once he realizes you might not be making a social call. "It's late... are you well? Or has something happened?"

You shake your head. "No no, nothing is wrong. I wanted to ask you something."

He relaxes visibly and smiles. "You may ask me whatever you want."

"The stars are particularly clear outside. Would you-" You shuffle nervously on your feet. "Would you like to come out and gaze with me? I've found a spot over the last few times I've done this. I'd like to share it with you."

He's pleasantly surprised by your request, and his face shows it. "I would be honored to," Celebrimbor remarks. "Lead the way."

Before you approach the door, you extend your hand expectantly. There is a moment when Celebrimbor just stares down at it, his brain working overtime to try and lift his own. His fears and insecurities swirl within his mind, but he finally finds the ability to move his fingers and feel the warmth of your skin on his.

It's heavenly, it is addictive. How has he gone this long without it?

You grin. That's a good step forward. "Come on, I think you'll love this. You may want to grab your cloak." You reach upward to throw the hood of your own over your head, fingertips brushing the holly leaf hairpin he'd helped you craft several months before.

Celebrimbor follows you out of the forge willingly, in the process of unfolding his own cloak so he can put it on. His own holly leaf pin stands proud against his collarbone.

He frowns as he realizes you are heading towards the city gates.

"Wait, wait-" He calls. "Where is this spot?"

"Shhh... You'll see. It's not too far out." You absently wave your hand over your shoulder at the buildings looming about the two of you. "There is no suitable spot in the city to get the view you see out here."

You come to a stop outside of the city gates. Knowing that you are within Celebrimbor's charge, the guards are familiar with you and the fact you are constantly in and out of the city. They know your spot. They know that you frequently leave here in search of quiet, of peace.

They also know you are always armed.

Celebrimbor follows you out of the city, eyes darting around in the darkness. A part of him is yelling that that they should not be out here without guards, and not when it's this dark out. He curses himself for not having thought to bring anything to defend them should the worst happen.

So enveloped in his own worries, Celebrimbor doesn't realize where you are leading him until the two of you come to a stop.

"Hey, we're fine out here. I promise. I come out here almost every night." Whispering softly in Quenya, you lean forward toward the fireflies at your feet who brighten at your command. It is not enough light to hide the view above them, but it provides a dim enough glow for them to see one another. "Look up, Celebrimbor."

Celebrimbor drags himself out of his head and does as you ask. Suddenly, his own fears are the last thing on his mind.

"This..." Celebrimbor falters as he looks over to you, eyes filled with warmth and quiet yearning. "I am honored you share this with me."

Black bleeds into midnight blue that covers an entire canvas of stars above you. The river echoes in the distance, a quiet bubbling of water that flows around Eregion.

You motion to the ground. "The grass is dry and the cloaks are warm. will you lay with me?" The words are out before you can take them back, and your cheeks redden at the implication and how it will likely frighten him. You want him so badly to feel safe like you do around him.

Celebrimbor wills himself to not think of the other ways your words can be interpreted. It was highly irregular for the Lord of Eregion to be out past dark without guards, let alone with an unchaperoned elleth. He quashed any thoughts of propriety by reminding himself you were different.

You settle yourself against his side with comfortable ease, extending your hand for his after resting your head on his shoulder. "Let me see your hand," You said. "I have many tales to tell about these stars, but you cannot leave without being able to recognize them. It would be most unfortunate."

Celebrimbor gives you his hand without question, though he wonders what that has to do with the stars.

You smile down at him and drag your fingers across his palm before asking, "Is this okay? I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

Celebrimbor suppresses a shiver and instead smiles at you reassuringly. "I promise you that you never make me feel uncomfortable."

You note his response and lean inward to press a kiss to his cheek before beginning to point out each constellation.

The feel of your fingers against his palm was one thing, but your lips? On his cheek? Celebrimbor isn't sure how to react. Does he kiss you back? On the cheek? Lips?

Does he just smile and shrug it off as you tell him about the stars?

His heart hammers loudly in his chest, which makes it difficult to discern anything you're saying. He swallows hard to regain his control once more.

"Hey," You say softly. You're propped up on your elbow over him, one hand on his chest, brow furrowed in concern. "Where did you go?"

Celebrimbor curses himself inwardly. Of course you noticed. How could you not? You notice everything about him.

"Forgive me," He murmurs, looking up at you. "I sometimes have difficulty getting out of my own mind." He lifts your joined hands and gently kisses the back of your own. "Please, continue."

You frown but settle back down, continuing to use your joined hands to point out the stars. There's a quiet passion behind your words, an aching familiarity for something you can't quite put your finger on.

When your voice falters off, you shiver and tighten your arms around yourself.

"Are you cold?" Celebrimbor asks. He is already sitting up and reaching for his cloak so he can wrap it around you. It's as warm as he is, and it smells like him, and you want nothing more than for him to wrap his arms around you.

A soft sigh breaks past your lips as his fingers press against your shoulders. "Thank you." You murmur, meeting his eyes over your shoulder. "For coming with me."

"I'm honored you thought of me, my dear. It does me well to get out of the city every now and then, I think." He smiles warmly at you. "It is more enjoyable in your company."

You tilt your head at him. "Will you walk me home?" You ask softly.

Celebrimbor lets out a bark of laughter. "As if I would let you walk back alone in the dark of night," There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he teases you. "You must think me some unfeeling cad."

You smile and wrap your arm through his own. "Oh no," You argue. "You are my heart's protector. You are quite the opposite of unfeeling. Lead me home, love."

He comes to a complete stop.

"L-Love?" Celebrimbor repeats, completely dumbfounded at the endearment. Between the burn of your touch and the ache in him at your obvious deeper affections, he's not sure how to process all of this at once. The two of you haven't spoken at length about deeper feelings yet.

His are anchored to your soul, your existence, your smile.

All of you.

Awe flashes across your face at his confusion. He really does not understand how he too is worthy of the love he so often gives to everyone else. "Celebrimbor," You close the space between the two of you and reach for his hands. "It is a mere term of endearment for someone who knows how much I care about him by now. I could also say sweetheart, or my love if you want."

Your teasing tone eases the pounding of your own heart. It's equally as frightening for you as it is for him.

Celebrimbor clears his throat, pushing back the swelling emotion that threatened to come up his throat, and takes your hand in his. "Forgive me, I was simply unprepared. I will take any endearment you offer." He gestures back toward the city. "Might I escort you home?"

"Always."

He leads you back into Eregion and to your abode that he'd set aside for you in your earliest days of living in the city. It is not far from his own, and that is what you prefer.

When you arrive at your door, you turn and pull your hood down to properly look at him. He is the picture of beauty - all unkempt curls and soft eyes - as he patiently waits for you to go inside.

"I..."

Words fail you for the first time that night. You instead allow your actions to speak for you, stepping into Celebrimbor's space to stand on your tiptoes and cup his jaw with your hand as you kiss his cheek.

You linger just a little bit longer than before. His breath shudders beneath your fingers as you part, and your eyes fall on his parted lips as you step toward the door.

"Would you like me to join you for breakfast tomorrow?" You ask.

His eyes brighten. Celebrimbor is nothing if not one for his routine. "I would love nothing more," He replies, lips parting in that brilliant smile reserved for you that often makes your knees weak. "Sleep well, love."

You watch him go with a fierce ache in your heart.

Love.

[dollieguts1010]

KICKINCHICKEN HEADCANONS

• He's very competitive at sports (he always loses to Hoppy)

(he's competitive but not mean)

• He's 12 years old

• His best friends are Bubba Bubbaphant and Hoppy Hopscotch

• His favorite food is pizza

• His pronouns are He/Him/His

• He's Pansexual but he's in the closet (the closet is made out of glass and the doors are wide open)

• He's a mixed breed of the Orpington and the Leghorn Light-Brown

• The only ones that doesn't know that he's pansexual is his parents (if they did know they would be very supportive)

• He's MADLY in love with Hoppy

• He was born with a condition that caused his feathers to stay permanently yellow. Because of that, he looks much younger than the rest of his family

• In his family, he is the only one that knows and can how to fly

(tho he tries not to use it so much)

• HATES looking weak in front his friends (especially Hoppy)

• He doesn't like to tell people when he's scared so, if he tells does you that, then that means he REALLY must trust you

• He's surprisingly good at cooking/baking and every once in awhile if he's in a good mood, he will bring some kind of sweet treat

• Is a soda addict

• He's great at voice impressions

• He will always have a random pack of bubblegum on him

His favorite sports are basketball, football, and soccer

• He respect Dogday as a friend and leader however, he does think that Dogday is a bit naive when it comes to trusting strangers

• He likes mudwrestling with Picky and Hoppy

• Him and Hoppy have a workout routine

• Him, Bubba, Dogday help out Picky with farm work

• He likes to do art and crafts with Crafty and likes being her model for her artwork

• He likes sour candy

• He's a heavy sleeper

• He likes to make a makeshift nest out of blankets and pillows

• The only kind of reading he likes is reading comic books

• When he gets stress out he starts ripping his feathers out

• He gets very creeped out by Catnap

• Has a healthy relationship with his parents

• He idolizes his father and wants to be like him when he gets older

• He likes to go surfing with his father

• Randy (Kickin's father) loves to tease Kickin due to the fact that he knows that Kickin is in love with Hoppy, Like if Randy sees Kickin admiring Hoppy from the distance he'll just say something like "Hey, what'cha doing buddy? Are you checking out your GIRLFRIEND!!!!" then Kickin will get embarrassed and just yell at his dad "Dad! C'mon! what's wrong with you?!"

• His parents and Hoppy's parents have known each other for a very long time

• He has a great relationship with Holly and Henry (Hoppy's parents)

• Is a video game lover

• Likes to wrestle with Dogday

• He often armwrestles with Hoppy or Bubba (he always loses)

• He sees Dogday as his brother

• Sometimes he'll just randomly go to Dogday's house and spend the night there for no reason

• Likes playing fetch with Dogday

• Him and Dogday often play basketball together

• He legit will spend half an hour just staring at the mirror and just admiring himself

• He likes it when the girls puts makeup on him and dolls him up, he likes feeling like a femqueen 😌💅✨

• From time to time, he likes picking flowers and gardening with his mother

• Likes stargazing with Hoppy

• He'll be on the phone with Hoppy for HOURS

• He often listens to 80's music

• He loves action and comedy movies

• During molting season Kickin gets very insecure about his looks and thinks he looks ugly due to his lack of feathers so, he hides in his house until it's over

• Only Hoppy is allowed to see him during molting season

• He has a secret sketchbook that he hides under his mattress that is just COVERED in doodles of Hoppy with tiny pink and red hearts over the pages

• When ever he wants to draw on his secret sketchbook, his always makes sure he's home alone first then, he'll lock himself in his bedroom then hide underneath his bed

• Has a big potty mouth and if he gets hurt or something really happens, all hell brakes loose

• He makes his own at-home action movies

• He's fluent in spanish and japanese

• He plays the drums and guitar

• Is a surprisingly good singer and is a great dancer

• If someone calls him out when he's crying he'll just say "I'm not crying you are!" or "I have dust in my eye!"

• Will put himself in danger so he can protect his friends

• Picks out the coolest looking rocks that he can find at the beach and gives them to his friends or keeps them

• Pulls harmless pranks with Hoppy

• Is a pro at skating/surfing

• Owns 10 different kinds of skateboards and owns 5 different kinds of rollerblades

• Want to own a motorcycle when he gets older

• Likes to go to the beach, to collect shells, pretty rocks, go swimming and surfing

• Gives little nicknames to his friends

• Loves roadtrips and always calls shotgun for the front seat

• Loves messing with Bubba any chance he gets

• He often calls Bubba "nerd or "brainiac"

• He often calls Hoppy "Hops" or "Hopscotch"

• Firework enjoyer

• Every Friday night, Him, Picky, and Hoppy will out and eat some pizza together

• Is money smart not book smart

• Knows when he goes too far

• Sometimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time

• Sometime has the most RANDOM BEEF with Crafty for no reason

• Gossip with the girlies

• Likes racing Hoppy (he always loses)

• Once accidentally broke Hoppy's leg while playing soccer

(somebody pls understand the reference)

• Likes and trys to make others feeling better about themselves when they're down in the dumps

• Is the best at coming up with witty comeback

• Him and Hoppy often have roasting sessions that lasts at least an 35 minutes (the others just sit back relax and enjoy the free show)

• Takes at least 15 minutes when he's combing his "hair" (feathers)

• He has a whole box of hair products

• If his "hair" is wet before he goes to sleep, he puts on a bonnet so that when he wakes up in the morning his "hair" isn't all frizzy and messy

• He has a whole 20 minutes skin-care routine before bed

• Will defense his friends in a physical or verbal fight

• He'll defend what he thinks is right, even when no one agrees with him

• He'll often come home all bruised and beat up, because he was defending his friends or defending someone who couldn't defend themselves from mean older kids (his parents get so scared every time he comes home all beaten up)

(can someone draw a comic of this? pls🙏)

• He's favorite color is reddish orange

• Is a junk food lover

• Hates broccoli

• Has a plushie that he vents too

• Has a baby sister named CeeCee and is very protective of her (he's not afraid to throw hands with anyone who tries to hurt her)

• He's the one who gave CeeCee her name when she was born

• He's really good at handling and taking care of CeeCee

• Sometimes his parents will find him resting in CeeCee's nest while cuddling her (they think it's so cute)

• May act all cool, brave, and confident but he's actually a bit insecure about himself (he's really good at hiding it)

• If you dare him to do something he WILL do it (especially if it involves money)

• Underneath his feathers he has tons of scars and bruises from either a bunch of stupid dares or protecting his friends or other kids from meaner older kids

• Dance Rush and DDR enjoyer

• Can NOT handle spicy food! He will cry and throw up if he eats spicy food

• Has lots of karaoke nights with his friends

• Has been childhood friends with Hoppy since they were 6 years old

• Has known Dogday since he was baby chick

• He has a great relationship with Dawn (Dogday's mother) and sees her as his second mother

• Mentally freaks out if he sees somebody eating chicken

• He will throw up if he accidentally eats chicken

• He used to have a crush on Bubba when he was younger

• He also had a small crush on Craftycorn for a while

• He makes little shell bracelets and necklaces as gifts

• Sometimes he gets worried that he's not "manly enough"

• He's secretly insecure about himself, but he's really good at hiding it, so the other critters don't know about his insecurities and just think that he's the "cool, cocky, and confident one of the group"

• He peeps like a baby chick and flaps his arms when he's extremely happy or excited

• He clucks when he laughs

• He also clucks when he sneezes

• When he's shocked or startled he will lose his feathers

• Him and Dogday often go bowling together

• He was the 1st to join the Smiling Critters

• His star necklace was gifted to him by Dogday

• He breaks and chips his star pendant a lot on accident

• Has the most immature humor in the group

(if he hears something that sounds slightly dirty, he'll just start laughing)

• He once broke his arm while riding a skateboard

• Him and his family live in a giant treehouse that's on the beach

That's all for now!

*I will add more later!*

[lesbicosmos-writes]

again very very late but i wrote a fic for the day 6 prompt of @paynelandpromptfest !!

prompt: star / "make a wish"

summary: charles and edwin are in love and they stargaze on the roof on christmas thats it thats the fic <3

notes: very late for the prompt day but in time for christmas so that's all that matters <3

also on ao3!!

in a sky full of stars, i think i see you

Christmas had always been both Edwin and Charles’s favourite holiday, even when they were alive. Edwin because he loved the traditions, the decorations, the general joy of it all, and Charles because he loved giving gifts to people. Even if he didn’t receive anything in return, he loved seeing people’s reactions to things he got for them. Also, Christmas was about one of the only times where he felt like he could relax in his own house. They always had family over for a few days, so his dad was less rough. For just a few days, he could pretend like they were a normal family.

But nothing compared to Christmas with Edwin.

He hadn’t expected Edwin to love the holiday as much as he did, but it was amazing being able to show him the way traditions had changed since he was alive. They celebrated in their own special way every year, picking up little routines and rituals constantly.

Their Christmas was always a mixture of things Edwin loved when he was alive, things Charles loved when he was alive, and more modern things. Their office was decorated with both the holly and paperchains of Edwin’s childhood, and the brightly coloured lights and baubles that brought nostalgia for Charles. They’d play both classic carols and more modern hits on their record player. It was strange and a little all over the place but it was perfect and it was them.

Then, Crystal and Niko came into their afterlives and suddenly there were more people to celebrate with. Crystal raised an eyebrow at their strange little rituals at first, but eventually realised that they were just so true to the boys. Of course this would be how they celebrate.

This year specifically, since the relationship between the two of them had developed another layer if intimacy, yet another tradition had manifested itself in Charles and Edwin’s festive routine – mistletoe. There was a sprig hung from every doorway in the office, and the two took every possible opportunity to kiss beneath it. Edwin had always thought the idea a little silly when he was alive, but he hadn’t considered it in the context of himself having someone he could openly love in that way to kiss under the shining white berries. He’d always just been forced to sit there and cringe while his extended family members pretended that they hadn’t noticed the plant before despite having already kissed beneath it several times in the past two hours. It was quite ironic, in retrospect, that he was now the one in their place seizing every opportunity to get his lips on Charles’s, despite the fact he didn’t really need an excuse to at all.

The girls had gone out to do their own celebrations on Christmas Eve, then crashed at the office for the night so they could all open gifts together at the crack of dawn – much to the insistence of Charles and Niko.

A case came up in the middle of the day that they all had to run out and solve, but for the most part, their Christmas was a fairly chilled one, the four of them all just playing games together in the office. Edwin scoffed at the terrible jokes in the crackers, and Charles once again got very sad he couldn’t eat when Niko and Crystal brought in practically their entire kitchen cupboard’s worth of savoury snacks. Edwin vowed to find some spell that would allow ghosts to eat.

Eventually the girls fell asleep on the sofa, leaving Charles and Edwin practically alone in the office.

“It’s a surprisingly clear night,” Edwin noted, gazing out of the office window above the streets of London.

Brightly coloured lights shone in the surrounding streets, and they could quietly hear the music and chatter of the party going on in one of the blocks of flats across the road. Edwin looked up, away from the lights, and had an idea.

“I think this would be a perfect night for stargazing. Would you care to join me on the roof, Charles?”

“Course, mate,” Charles replied.

Language was one of Edwin’s passions, and he would constantly correct people if they used a word incorrectly or at the wrong time. And yet, he never corrected Charles calling him mate despite their growing romance. Somehow he had managed to take a common moniker used between friends and turn it into the most romantic petname Edwin could imagine. It was the way he said it; so naturally, so proudly, so full of love and feeling. Besides, there was nothing to correct about it in the first place. They were mates – best mates – and always would be. No matter the changes their relationship went through, no matter the colour or shape of the feelings between them; at their core they would always be two best friends. Two boys who found each other in their worst moments, a light in the other’s darkness, and felt nothing but love. Love – not just attraction - for the other person, just because of who they were. Edwin had always thought it was beautiful.

So when Charles called him mate, with that soft glint in his eyes and that smitten smile on his face, Edwin didn’t question or correct. He just smiled back.

“I’ll be out in a sec though, yeah? I’ve got an idea.”

“An idea?” Edwin asked, intrigued.

“Yeah, and it’s a surprise idea so you go sit up on the roof and I’ll meet you there.”

Charles pressed a soft kiss to Edwin’s cheek before ushering him out of the office.

Edwin took an unnecessary breath as he stepped out onto the roof of the abandoned building their office resided in, as though acclimatising to the cold December air despite being unable to feel its effects on his skin.

He looked up at the sky. From several storeys up, the light pollution wasn’t quite as bad - although it was still central London, so that didn’t really make much difference. Only a few constellations were visible directly above. He’d always thought it was a shame, really, the fact that advancements in technology meant they were no longer able to observe the natural universe around them to quite the same degree.

Edwin had always loved stargazing. When he was alive, his family had bought him books about the stars for Christmas every year since he was a small child, and he was obsessed. He never really understood the astrological beliefs surrounding them – although he had become more intrigued after reading the book Monty gave him in Port Townsend. No, he was always more captivated by the science behind them; those huge spheres of energy roaring away lightyears away from Earth. It made him feel insignificant at times, but he’d become used to that. It was easier to accept his insignificance on a cosmic scale than to accept it on a much closer one.

Then he met Charles, and gradually his thoughts about the cosmos became much less about insignificance and more about how lucky they were that they existed. Knowing that there was so much out there, and yet here was the only place that life had been found, that a new kind of life could somehow begin even after death; it felt special.

He never felt insignificant when Charles was by his side.

As though aware Edwin was thinking about him – which he probably was, considering there’s rarely a time Edwin isn’t - Charles stepped onto the roof behind him. Edwin turned around to find him standing there with a pile of blankets and pillows in his arms.

“Charles,” Edwin chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he walked towards him.

“What?”

“We do not feel the cold!”

“I know but, like, it’s the vibe innit? Snuggling up together under blankets and watching the stars.”

“You’re quite the hopeless romantic, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” Charles grinned, stepping towards Edwin and handing him a few pillows from the pile.

They set their little spot up – one blanket on the ground to sit on with pillows against the wall – and sat beside one another, the other two blankets covering them both.

Edwin swore he felt a rush of warmth as he relaxed into the soft knitted material, but he was quite sure that was less to do with the blankets themselves and more to do with Charles’s presence, leaning his head on his shoulder and cuddling up close. They were facing each other just a little, their hands clasped together in between them covered by the thick blanket.

“This is nice,” Charles said, gently brushing his thumb over Edwin’s hand in the way he knew drove him a little insane with affection.

“Hmm,” Edwin hummed in agreement.

They sat together in silence for a while, snuggled up to one another, until Charles turned his head just enough to whisper in Edwin’s ear.

“Make a wish,” he said.

“Charles, there aren’t any comets,” Edwin smiled.

“Make one anyway. There's always a shooting star somewhere.”

He had a point.

“The greatest wish I never even thought I was allowed to have has already come true. I don’t know what else there is,” he said, looking down at the top of Charles’s head on his shoulder.

“Well, I wish that every Christmas is as brills as this one.”

“You know if you say it aloud it won’t come true?” Edwin moved his head away from Charles momentarily, questioning.

“Nah. That doesn’t count when it’s you.” Charles looked up into his eyes. “Telling you doesn’t feel like revealing it to someone. It’s like you already know anyway.”

Edwin just smiled.

“Go on then, what’s yours?”

“Hmm. I suppose...” Edwin thought for a moment. “I wish for an infinite bookshelf.”

“Oh.” Charles laughed, taken aback.

“What?”

“Sorry, I guess I was expecting it to be something about us.”

“I told you, I already have everything I could possibly wish for in that department,” Edwin said proudly.

“You flirt,” Charles grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Infinite bookshelf would be pretty brills, though. It’d be like my backpack, only way more organised.”

“We could have several libraries worth of books and yet never run out of space in the office.”

“That’d definitely make case research easier.”

“Precisely. Which would leave us with more time for... other things.”

Charles moved out of the embrace but kept one arm around Edwin’s waist, his eyebrow raising with his smirk.

“Oh yeah?” he teased. “What other things you thinking of?”

“You know what things I’m thinking of.”

“Damn, who would’ve taken Edwin Payne for an insatiable horny teenager?” Charles said, he amusement evident in his voice.

Edwin laughed, a real open from-the-heart laugh that Charles had never heard around anyone but himself and the girls. “It’s you. You corrupted me,” he half-joked.

“Can’t exactly say I’m complaining.” Charles pulled him closer so that he could press light kisses to Edwin’s neck.

“Besides, I didn’t only mean... that,” Edwin argued, his voice shaking slightly at the contact. “I also meant we would have more time for things like this,” he Charles’s hand a light squeeze under the blanket.

“This is definitely good, love,” Charles replied, squeezing back and shuffling somehow even closer, nuzzling his head into his neck.

They couldn’t fall asleep, not really, but they got as close as they could; snuggled up against each other on the rooftop as the 25th of December ticked away into the 26th.

They’d stargazed on Christmas a few times before, the first time being December of 1990, back when they’d barely known each other a year and had just set up the agency, operating out of a treehouse in an old woman’s back garden. They’d climbed on top of the wooden structure, and Edwin pointed out all the constellations they could see above the horizon. That night, there had been a shooting star passing overhead, and Edwin had wished on it. He’d wished that Charles would stay with him for the rest of their afterlives. At the time, he’d thought it foolish and naïve. Surely Charles would eventually move on, perhaps Edwin would – they couldn’t spend the rest of eternity playing detective together, could they?

Well, thirty-four years on, Edwin was starting to believe that maybe that wish had come true, but it wasn’t entirely down to the star.

Sure, their little Christmas routine changed over the years; but so had their existences, their relationship, the people around them. And no matter what changed, the holidays always brought the same warmth to the still hearts of two boys who may not have been given as many Christmases to live as they should have been, but more than made up for it in their afterlives, and would continue to do so for as long as there were stars in the sky to wish upon.  

[carrlyn-stan]

13 going on 13...

Pairing|| Luke x Hades!Daughter!OC

Summary|| Holly recalls the story of how she met Luke. Less than a week after Holly turned thirteen, she was sent to go and act as almost a satyr for a boy coming to Camp Half Blood.

Word Count|| 803

Warnings|| Kissing, heavy makeout scene

Tags|| Request to be tagged! @repostingmyfavs

A/N|| None of the stargazing pictures work

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~Five Years ago~

"I don't want to go, D!" Holly groaned, leaning back in her chair. Holly crossed her arms.

"Come on Holls, you can do it, I know you can," Mr. D looked at the younger girl. She brought her bottom lip over her top, a slight quiver in her lip.

"What if I fail? I'm just thirteen," Holly asked. She knew better than to believe that she could fail.

"I believe in you, Holly," Mr. D told his favourite camper, "I know you can do it," he repeated.

~Present Day~

Holly walked around the cabin area. She held her hands behind her back, she had a grin plastered from ear to ear. She listened to the sound of her heels click. There were less than three weeks till her birthday.

"Why hello, Pretty Girl!" Luke grinned into Holly's ear. "What's got you smiling so wide?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just happy," Holly giggled. She brought her hands in front of her.

"You, Holly, happy? You're the daughter of Hades, you're never happy!" Luke took his head off the girls shoulder.

"Fine, tonight's a full moon, and well, you know what the camp does on full moons."

"Perfect night for stargazing," Luke looked down at Holly.

"Yeah! So, I was wondering if you- maybe if you wanted- we could, you know," Holly blushed, her face turning into a walking tomato.

"Do what? I don't know what you want to do?" Luke laughed.

"Well, maybe, after the bonfire, when the older councillors stay out to stargaze, maybe you'd like to join me on the grassy hill by the beach?" Holly murmured, she rubbed her thumb nail with her other thumb.

"Meet you on the hill by the beach? Alone? Out of sight?" Luke questioned. "I'd think I'd love too."

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Holly holds onto Mr. D's hand as they appear outside of a state park in Pennsylvania. She gripped onto his hand as tight as she could. This was the first ever 'quest' she was being sent on. For her, thirteen was the age that Chiron decided was best for Holly to begin training.

"I don't want to go, what if the kid's a dick?" Holly asked. Mr. D let out a stifled laugh.

"Then you'll come home, the gods are always watching you, making sure you don't die. If you were to die or get hurt, well than your dad will release all hell and start a war," Mr. D looked at the girl.

"We don't kill kids, that's a rule, unless the kid's a dick," Mr. D continued. "If he tries to hurt you, or be a dick, then you can kill him, okay?"

"I guess," Holly let go of her caretakers hand. Mr. D knelt down and hugged Holly.

"I love you, alright Holls? I'll make sure your safe, every step of the way," Holly hugged Mr. D back, she hugged him like she was going to lose him.

"I love you, too, Dee Dee," Holly let go of the god. Mr. D let go of the girl as well. He watched carefully as Holly walked down and into the forested area. He felt a pang in his heart, watching his little girl go on her first mission.

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Holly held a warmer sweater closer to her body. She was listening to the last few songs of campfire before the stargazing. Luke stared at Holly from across the fire. He smiled at the way her hair was illuminated by fire.

Luke thought about every little detail of her illuminated by the fire. Something slipped into his mind, he thought of every little detail of her, illuminated by the fire, but undressed. The soft hues of her body- no, he couldn't, not around the kids.

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Luke sat around a fire. The forest sounded empty, the sound of monsters possibly lurking in the dark only threatened his fears.

He held the hilt of his sword tightly in both hands. His head darted up toward the sound of crouching leaves. He stood and readied his stance. He drew his sword up toward the sound. Out of the thicket of bushes came a young girl.

Luke kept his sword drawn. The area Luke set the fire in was on a bit of a slope. As the girl tried to join him, she fell to her butt. A small sniffle joined the eerie silence of the night.

Luke lowered his sword, he hadn't heard a fury of a monster with the same small sniffle.

"I wanna go home," the girl muttered. She pulled her hand up to her eyes and rubbed a finger under her glasses. The girl stood and looked at the back of her pants. "Ughhh!" she cried a little.

This girl looked as though she was not having a day.

"Hey, you alright?" Luke asked the girl. She looked over toward the boy.

"No! I want to go back to my home, back to my dad, back to where there's heat and I'm not freezing!" the girl let out a strained sob.

"Hey, it's alright, come sit by the fire," Luke offered. The girl looked at him, her short black hair framed her face.

"Really?" The girl asked. Luke nodded, the girl walked over to the log Luke had set down. She wiped some of the leaves off the log, and then sat down next to Luke. "My names Holly," she offered.

"My name's Luke, are you?" he asked.

"A demigod?" Holly asked. "Yeah, something like that."

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Once Luke had ushered his campers back to the cabin, and left Chris in charge. Holly had stopped by beach a little earlier. She held a sweater close. She watched as the water crashed onto the shore. The cold salty air of the Atlantic ocean soothed Holly.

At some point, she heard the sounds of sticks breaking behind her. She snapped her head to see Luke walking towards her. A smile drew onto her face.

"Why hello, Sunshine!" Luke smiled sitting next to Holly. The grass was dewy this night. Above the ocean, Holly could see the stars as clear as day. She leaned over and onto the Hermes boy's shoulder, she rested her hand on his thigh.

Luke looked over at the girl, she had a small smile on her face. Luke stretched his left arm around Holly's shoulder. He pulled her closer into his body, trying to keep her warmer. She shuddered a little as she lifted her hand to the sky.

"You know, I was always told stories about the stars and constellations," Holly smiled into the boys arms.

"You've told me once or twice," Luke pressed a kiss to the girl's hair.

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"That one's called Cassiopeia, she was the mother to that one right there, Andromeda. She was imprisoned in the sky after telling Poesiden that she was prettier than the Nereids," Holly explained, pointing to the sky.

"How do you know that?" Luke asked.

"My dad prepared me for this world by telling me Greek myths, from the ones of the constellations to the ones about gods," Holly smiled.

As the fire died out, Holly fell into a rest. As soon as her eyes closed she was out. Luke looked at the sleeping girl. He only just met her, yet swore he'd do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant dying himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

Holly reached for Luke's hand. She took it, and locked her fingers with his. She stared at the stars.

"You know, that cluster of stars, I like to call it the Lukeus," Holly looked up at Luke.

"Why?" he quickly pecked Holly's lips.

"Because everyone I love deserves a spot in the sky to be viewed," Holly snuggled her head into Luke's shoulder.

"Really?" Luke stuffed his nose into Holly's hair.

"Yeah, I love you like all my other myths," Holly smiled. She moved so that she straddled her body over Luke's legs. She slowly leaned in for a kiss.

Luke pulled Holly closer by the nape of her neck. Carefully hit bit her bottom lip. He moved from lips to jawline down to her neck.

Holly let out a squeal when he sucked on a spot on her neck.

"Princess, you gotta keep it down. All the other councillors are outside," Luke whispered going back to Holly's neck.

"I love you, Luke!" Holly moaned as he on another portion of her neck, "Like really, really love you."

"Glad you do, sweetheart, that means I can do this," Luke flipped Holly over and began kissing her more passionately.

Luke, once more at that moment, swore that the girl he could take all the innocence from, would be the one he protected for his life.

[serene-faerie]

Doriathrim (plus Beren and Túrin) as Aesthetics

Thingol— towering pine trees, fireflies, a sharp jawline, stern yet gentle eyes, baroque architecture, glittering caves, majestic stags, hands as strong and firm as stone, sweet pomegranates, red wine and roasted meat, neat handwriting, the smell of pine, a melodic baritone voice, kohl-lined eyes that make them sharper, a raised eyebrow to convey displeasure and anger, silver jewelry, neatly-combed hair, diamonds, hunting boots, hugs that linger, well-loved books with folded pages, loving one’s family, autumn leaves, wolves howling at night, tall grass, a great waterfall, graceful postures, roasted game meat, white horses, flowing robes, piercing gazes, soft humming, classical music, unyielding morals, the color of the sky at dusk.

Melian— clear night skies, knowing smiles, the silver light of a waxing moon, braided dark hair, a clear and crystalline voice, elegant harp music, deep-pink jewels, soft hands, flowing gowns, loving gazes, kisses on the forehead, motherly hugs, laughter that sounds like music, white wine, moonflowers, the smell of earth after rain, forest walks, bird watching, dark eyes filled with ancient wisdom, a gentle spring breeze, the pink skies of dawn, romantic paintings, lavender flowers, always knowing what to say, birds in the trees, a flowing river, a graceful doe, blackberries, whispered singing, eyes crinkling with joy, ever present sorrow.

Beren— golden sunlight, forest bathing, leather boots, sword-calloused hands that touch gently, long, tousled brown hair, hardened yet sorrowful eyes, smiles as warm as summer, green cloaks, the smell of amber and cloves, sleeping beneath trees, hearty laughter, falling in love at first sight, a courageous spirit, a rough but warm voice, promising to protect those he loves, loving despite losing everyone dear, patching up injuries, lingering touches, dancing among the flowers, wild berries, fiery sunsets, warm hugs, brown bears, scarred muscles, hand kisses, vows to protect, the coming of summer, forest meadows, reverent whispers of love, admiring gazes, sweet wine, campfires.

Lúthien— starry skies, soft skin, long and loose dark hair, flower crowns, carefree smiles, eyes full of starlight, a voice like crystal, laughter as warm as summer nights, blue gowns, bare feet, ballet dancing, rosy lips, nightingales in the trees, shimmering purple eyeshadow, loving with one’s whole heart, jasmine flowers, red cherries, the smell of lilacs, the loving warmth of spring, sparkling jewels, meadows in the springtime, gentle hand-holding, butterfly kisses, elderflower cordial, sleeping amidst flowers, breaking out of the shell, soft singing, summer storms, april showers, a light in the darkness, a courageous heart, the pale blue morning skies.

Dior— dark, tousled hair, bright eyes, sparkly jewelry, a rugged elegance, a young fawn, mischievous smiles, blue jays, close bonds with family, witty comebacks, blueberries, sharp teeth dripping with blood, righteous fury, defending one’s home to the death, childhood lullabies, swimming in rivers, stargazing, crackling fires, the smell of musk, challenging death head-on, gleaming swords, blood moons, silver rings on each finger, collecting rain in cupped palms, raspberry tea, cicadas buzzing at dusk, the warm caress of a late spring breeze, thunderstorms, flashes of lightning, violent winds.

Nimloth— flushed cheeks, long silver hair, eyes with a gleam both faint and fierce, cunning smiles, loving fiercely, flower garlands, green gowns, careful hands, the new moon, emerald jewelry, golden earrings, bathing in forest rivers, protecting family with one’s life, sharp blades, a mother bear, white flowers, floral tea, strawberries, thrushes, holly leaves, blood upon one’s cheeks, torn dresses, the cool air of dawn, honey cakes, killing one’s enemy at the cost of one’s life, embroidered sheets, cherry-red lipstick, no regrets, victory in death, dying with a smile upon one’s face.

Elwing— white seagulls, wavy dark hair, eyes that are hardened by grief and pain, glowing gems, blue ocean waves, collecting seashells, waters glittering with starlight, a quiet, firm voice, hands that tremble ever so slightly, thick blankets, a gentle sea breeze, gazing out at the sea, warm honey tea, bread and apricot jam, candlelight by the bed, fingertips stained with ink, counting the stars, a worn plush toy, white feathers, a heart burdened with sorrow, finding joy in the smallest things, whispered lullabies to oneself, the pale blue dawn, the smell of the sea, jewelry of silver and pearls, beachside walks with one’s family.

Daeron— wooden flutes, bookshelves with worn books, cursive handwriting, candlelight upon desks, quiet ambient music, a light, clear voice, quiet humming to oneself, a cool autumn breeze, falling asleep at a desk, a crown of leaves, seasonal poetry, flowing rivers, soft hair, lush green grass, pining silently, wandering the earth, living in solitude, the passing of spring, songwriting, warm tea with spices, trying to do what is right, loving one’s home, loyalty to one’s lord, eloquent fingers, singing at parties, knowing exactly what to say at the right time, midsummer nights.

Beleg— hair in a ponytail, feather-tipped arrows, fingerless gloves, keen eyes, silent footsteps, kind smiles, brotherly hugs, deer hunting, sleeping under trees, silver bracelets, cherishing the bonds of friendship, frost upon tree branches, the chill of winter, brown owls, icicles from rooftops, morning mist in the trees, roasted game meat, thick scarves, falling snow, frozen waters, rainy nights, thunderclouds, forgiving, tragic poetry, suppressing one’s emotions, polished hunting boots, bird calls, carvings in tree trunks, loving someone for their flaws, kisses on hands, goodbye kisses, lips stained with blood.

Mablung— sharpened knives, a silent hunter, worn leather boots, even-tempered, always trying to keep a level head, a calming voice, sad smiles, making tea for others, late night hunting trips, strong hands, caverns that echo, light-footedness, elegant yet broken spears, always being the bearer of bad news, giving advice that is never listened to, windswept hair, the smell of bergamot and ginger, a heart weighed by sadness, bittersweet farewells, the thick morning fog, black ravens, mud upon one's cheeks, riverside walks, horse riding through forests, respect and love for one's superiors, fighting to defend one's home.

Túrin— long dark hair, turbulent scowls, sharp eyes full of righteous anger and pain, alcohol, poor decisions, black tea, bedtime stories, tiny smiles, laughter that is scarcely heard, carving wooden animals with a knife, clothes stained with blood, heart racing with adrenaline, lightning, the rumbling of thunder, a hoarse and deep voice, solitude, abandoned cities, shattered mirrors, unyielding stubbornness and pride, words that can cut deep, quick to anger, loving deeply, passionate about justice, running barefoot across the grass, wilted flowers, withered trees, lucid dreaming, dark colors, restlessness, heavy boots, hooded capes, gleaming black swords, tears of anger and bitterness, cloudy skies.

Nellas— robins, three-leafed clovers, tall grass, sleeping in the trees, daisies, red apples, messy braids, short and loose dresses, walking barefoot, freckled cheeks, eyes as warm as the sun, feeding the squirrels, uncaring of anyone's opinions, loving the woodland creatures, the countryside, herds of deer, clusters of poppies, playing hide-and-seek in the forest, folklore stories of animals that speak, dirt under fingernails, crisp air, muddy feet, stargazing from the tallest trees, shy smiles, red foxes, red maple trees, rosy cheeks, a cute button nose, quiet observation, dried leaves in tangled hair, hushed whispers, secret giggles.

Oropher— tall oak trees, loose silver hair, a heart full of unending grief, glittering deep green robes, memorial shrines carved in stone, rosemary and heather, climbing vines, the smell of incense, loves the forest, anger that quietly simmers, a piercing glare to silence unwanted chatter, firm but gentle hands, the sound of rushing rivers, only trusting those who have earned it, quills dipped in ink, leather-bound journals, a compelling voice, silvery light, vast, old-growth forests, black bears, always keeping promises, grey-blue eyes, a mind haunted by memory, reluctant alliances, firm and unwavering principles, late night reading, being slow to forgive, tales of the past, bitter nostalgia, night skies fading into dawn.

Thranduil— a crown of oak leaves and woodland flowers, sweet and fruity wine, tall and dark forests, the crisp chill of early winter, high ceilings, a gleaming sword with a golden hilt, a silver necklace with white jewels, autumn berries, family hunting trips, joyous feasts late into the night, loving the forest through all the seasons, rings of silver and gold, silver eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner that enhances one's eyes, pale straight hair, a heart weighed with bittersweet melancholy, gently rocking a baby's cradle, long hours in the library, a marvellous deer, shimmering eyeshadow, disdain shown through raised eyebrows, the smell of autumn leaves, silk robes, stories about the forests and the stars, befriending the woodland creatures, loving those who are lost.

[worth-this-and-more]

๋࣭⭑⚝ hiii i'm sukanya and welcome to my blog yall!!! ‹𝟹

a small reminder; my blog has detailed posts about legendborn with a lot of spoilers for both the books, so if you haven't read the books yet i would advise you to to not look too closely or you will be spoiled. stay spoiler-free everyone!!

age: 18 (doesn't give you permission to be weird) sexuality: bisexual pronouns: she/her favorite colors: red, black, purple favorite flower: roses my hobbies: reading books, listening to music, reading books while listening to music, learning new stuff because of the aforementioned books, obsessing over fictional characters, cooking, dancing, stargazing at night by sneaking out at 3 am because my parents don't allow me to go at night as i will "catch a cold", slaying my enemies in a brutal show of blood and glory, coding.

fandoms i'm part of: the legendborn cycle, percy jackson, shatter me series, artemis fowl series, lord of the rings, the inheritance games, folk of the air series, sea of ink and gold series, six of crows, a good girl's guide to murder, divergent chronicles, the secrets of immortal nicholas flamel series, harry potter series, fantastic beasts and where to find them, twilight, the mysterious benedict society, married to magic series, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, the gilded wolves series, royal secrets series, royal secrets series, the splintered series and more

fictional characters i would sell my soul to at a discount the discount being free because i would never make them pay: briana matthews, selwyn emyrs kane, alice chen, juliette ferrars, aaron warner, nazeera ibrahim, kenji kishimoto, jude duarte, cardan greenbriar, inej ghafa, kaz brekker, avery kylie grambs, alexander hawthorne, jest, artemis fowl, holly black, hermione granger, ginny weasley, credric diggory, newt scamander, rosalie cullen, noor pradesh, jacob portman, josh newman, sophie newman, pip fitz-amobi, ravi singh and probably more but you get the point

things i absolutely adore: people becoming so excited when they talk about their favorite things, loving the absolute shit outta my friends, cooking anything and everything for those i love, listening to our shared playlist and explaining in great detail which part of the song is your favorite things i absolutely hate: anyone's opinions that disrespect someone's existence, identity, or interests, people forcing their beliefs and ideals over me, sexist and homophobic jokes in the name of "dark humor", people shitting on my fav book series after they dropped them halfway through, people who listen to jojo siwa

this is a blog for the legendborn cycle, i hope you enjoy your stay here!! i usually post theories or headcanons about the characters, and a few case studies too, all in all you will find a lot of posts about legendborn so here's a masterlist more for my preference than anyone else which i will keep updating time to time;

fanarts and fanfics by me; -a small fanart for our king; {fanart of briana matthews} -“But when your entire world is shattering, a little bit of magic is . . . nothing.” {fanart of briana matthews} -"Show me what you got, mystery girl" {fanfic of brelwyn}

masterlist; -how do the legendborn highschoolers look like while studying -theory/analysis of bree's powers and emotional connection -found family in bloodmarked -my theory to why merlin's succumb to their blood -why do i think bree did not cheat on nick -me crying over faye's speech for bree -my expectations for oathbound -my love for sarah griffiths -questions about silver wall because why not -cestra vs tor analysis because i hate them both -how i imagine they all sound like -bloodmarked hot take -bloodmarked hotter take -shipwars in fandom when there are like 10 of us -my breesel specific playlist -an unnecessarily funny selwyn appreciation post chain -theories about ava and bree -my best friend that i added into our cult fandom -my addition to the theory of consent and root transfer -can merlins build objects other than weapons, like planes?? -theories about rootcraft in oathbound -is sel jealous of valec?? spoiler: he is fumingly jealous -an angry rant about the real motives for spell of eternity -some theories about selwyn and merlins in oathbound -what drinks do the legendborn drink: headcanons -what am i looking forward to in oathbound -detailed blog discussion "is selbree endgame?? with proofs" -sel vs. lark: who would win?? -a rootcrafter merlin?? what could this mean -theory discussion of kingsmage's oath prying your third eye open with a crowbar -what each briana x selwyn shipname makes me feel like -morgaine and a rootcrafter having a child?? not entirely impossible -my fav animal is when: legendborn edition -thoughts and opinions on bree's birthday gifts!!!! -the ultimate brelwyn post for anyone who is confused on what they are -my oathbound dream + my subconscious brain's predictions -my speculations on how bree's purple power would be -where is bree in the oathbound excerpt: a half discussion no concrete conclusion

-everybody theorising and coping with how would the legendborn cycle end -cute/random legendborn headcanons because we need some coping -holy grail and it's possible appearance in the legendborn lore -my favorite scene/sequence of brelwyn from both the books

feel free to send me asks about anything legendborn-related, and if you just wanna talk we can talk on my sideblog @squirrel-in-the-woods ‹𝟹

random facts about myself because this is my blog anyways: ♡ when i was 8 my pinky finger was unfortunately cut a third, like the tip of it yk, by a door that slammed really fast because of a storm at that time, and my cut off finger was joined by inserting a rod in it. the rod is taken out but now i have a funny pinky finger that does not bend. ♡ i am multilingual, aka i can speak marathi, hindi, english, spanish (i cant get the accent right but rest is okay) and korean (beginner level, just enough that i can understand kdramas mostly without subtitles). ♡ i have a fear of heights despite that i am unusually interested in roller coasters and bungee jumping, however my parents refuse to take me to any of these because i will "fall". ♡ my mother is scared shitless of water, so i once made a joke of how i would love to drown in the ocean and was immediately enrolled in a swimming class and that is how my dreams of dying among the phytoplankton and starfishes were destroyed. ♡ i love all types of fruits but banana tastes boring to me now and i also do not like watermelon for some reason. mango, kiwis, muskmelon, apples, oranges, and pineapple are my absolute fav. ♡ i used to have waist-length hair, very wavy and very thick, it was gorgeous but i hated having to maintain that so i cut it off and got a boycut. after that it has grown to a small dora the explorer length hair and it makes me look really innocent so i like this look.

and ofc you cant forget the lovely moots: @napoftustar @thejudeduarte @you-are-my-king-now-cariad @isthataraccoon @technicallyeldritch @ackerbabezzz @batzswrld @archerons-elain @ficnoire2 @sweetestblacktea @bloodmaarked @okeyisenough @thevoidhasarrived @goosemeggs @gewoonaardig2 @massiveladycat @infamouslyclumsy @literally-mariah @simzmil @tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora @refreshinglyemodemons @sweetdeerart

༊*·˚hope your day is as pretty as your smile ;)

[the-sirens-asks]

Well howdy there, pal! My name’s Serenity. I finally got around to makin’ a blog after gettin’ some free time from the farm. Here’s some stuff ya should know ‘bout me:

General Information ‘bout me:

Farm name: Meadowbrook Homestead

Birthday : Summer 6 (July 6)

Favorite thing: strawberry cake

Loves: strawberries, summer spangles, Star shards, lobster bisque (+ all soups), banana pudding

Hates: rabbit’s foot, mayo, fish taco, holly, sashimi

Hobbies: writing songs, singing, listening to music (mostly rock), playing guitar, stargazing, reading mythology and astronomy, going on walks, driving, skateboarding.

Before ya go, look over these ask blog rules since they’re the same for this blog.

And uh yeah! Lookin’ forward to meet all y’all!

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[hibiscus-misery-pills]

Just a thought…but…

Imagine a koi fish!Reader….

Imagine getting isekai’ed into a whole nother world…

Like koi fish!Reader is just so damn ethereal, so gorgeous, just beautiful all the way around.

Like imagine the other worlds either fall hard for you or is your biggest hater cause their jealous but still come to love you because your so pretty. Then there is others are too nervous to be around you because you outshined their appearance by a whole avalanche.

Like just imagine….

Twisted wonderland…All would be shocked and flustered by your appearance of a stargazing appearance. Vil would definitely be jealous because he’s suppose to be the fairest of them all, Epel secretly celebrating that he is finally getting a break from vils wrath, and then there’s rook who complements you every single second of his life. Azul and the leech twins would try to force you into a contract, but you take a look at the contract…it’s a contract to date azul…lmao.. the twins ain’t taking that well.

Thens there is Obey me!, Levi and Asmo definitely fell in love with your appearance, mammon trying to brag about being the richest.. we know that’s not true lol.

Castlevania, Trevor’s tongue got caught by a cat for a second, Sypha absolutely in love with you, Alucard absolutely fell for you the hardest, what’s a fragile beauty like you doing in this cruel world?

Genshin impact, they probably mistake you for an actual deity, they more than likely thought you were a type of deity above all archons, your not but…some are delusional and probably ran with that thought. Venti definitely fell hard, he’s probably making a song based off your ethereal appearance. Zhongli being an absolute gentleman, but it’s cause your beauty reminds him of guizhong.

Cookie run kingdom, vanilla cookie swore he just saw a walking god/goddess, dark cocoa falling in love with you because you light up the extinguish fire in his heart and kingdom, holly berry cookie making sure everyone gives you best treatment by bragging how your (probably) a walking deity of sort here to aid them against dark enchantress cookie, but dark enchantress cookie would probably try to woo you to aid her instead.

Dislyte, Hermes flirting or being sly with you knowing you’re not that easy to fluster, Drew swearing to an oath of keep you safe since he failed Ollie, Ollie being an absolute Tsundere, tang xuan hinting at how you and him should date because together you’ll be ethereal couple together, Helena making an album with Brynn on your beauty.

Someone help…. I have more ideas, some are yandere and sagau, some are regular, helllpp feed me some type of ideasss

[tastelikeglttrr]

OMGOMG i was the one who requested the hollis thing AND I LOVED IT AND EVERYTHING IS SO TRUE!! could u maybe, possibly, hopefully do another :)!!!!! (maybe one abt y/n and hollis on a date???? idk anything really<2)

ask and you very well shall receive! hope you like it!!

warnings: the cheesiest most corniest tooth rotting fluff ever

authors note: i've been holding on to this for way longer than i should've because i was unsure if i liked this or not but yolo! but lmk what else you wanna see im willing to do ian and hollis rn so send some!! also, the next part of excuse me, um, i love you is in the works thanks for the patience divas.

word count: 531

The L Word.

The night was quiet, the world softened by the glow of distant streetlights. You and Hollis sat together on his apartment balcony, wrapped in the kind of easy silence that only comes after countless nights spent learning the rhythm of each other’s presence. Hollis had insisted on dragging out a pile of mismatched blankets and pillows, creating a makeshift nest where the two of you could stargaze, even if the city’s light pollution left only a few visible dots in the sky. He was unusually quiet tonight—not in a brooding, heavy way, but in the way that felt like something unspoken lingered on the tip of his tongue. He lay with his head on your lap, your hand absentmindedly playing with his soft hair.

“Y/N/N,” he began softly, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant. You looked down at him, finding his face bathed in the golden light spilling out from the window behind you. “Yeah?” you prompted, your own voice low, sensing the weight of the moment. Hollis sat up from his position on your lap, his playful demeanor replaced by something raw and vulnerable. He met your gaze, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words to say. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, though the warmth behind it was unmistakable. “About us. About how I feel when I’m with you.” You stayed quiet, giving him the space to continue, your heart pounding in your chest. A flicker of nervousness swept through you, hoping this wasn’t the beginning of the end. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about someone,” he said, his lips curving into a soft, nervous smile. “Every time I’m with you, it feels like our souls are tying to each other more and more. You make me feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like...like I finally get it.” “Get what?” you whispered, letting out a small, nervous chuckle. With a shaky inhale, Hollis finally said the words that had been building for so long: “I love you.”

The world seemed to pause, the city sounds fading into nothingness. His eyes darted to yours, searching for a reaction, vulnerability etched into every corner of his expression. A smile broke across your face as warmth bloomed in your chest. “I love you too,” you said, the words slipping out effortlessly, as if they’d been waiting there all along. Relief washed over his face, and the nervous tension in his posture melted away. He let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh before reaching for you, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your skin. You leaned in, your lips barely a breath away from his. This moment was where you wanted to stay forever. And then he kissed you, his lips warm and gentle against yours, filled with every ounce of the love he’d just confessed. The city around you blurred into nothingness as the moment became yours and his alone—a quiet, glowing moment where the rest of the world didn’t matter.

xoxo

-korie

[morganas-pendragons]

Celebrimbor Masterlist: To Grasp At Mercy's Feet

This is the order of the Celebrimbor fics I have done thus far for Maiar!Reader and Celebrimbor. This will be a full length fic that I will write on Ao3 titled "To Grasp At Mercy's Feet''

I will do my best to fill in gaps here as I go and to go back and fix details since I wrote this out of order. Until then, enjoy!

✨ From The Depths

✨ Forging Accident

✨ Ease

✨ First Dance

✨ Harassment

✨ First Kiss

✨ Haven

✨ Jealousy Is Unbecoming

✨ Holly

✨ Stargazing

✨ The Arrival - Annatar

✨ My Word (Of The Lady of Eregion)

✨ Nightmare

✨ Hands

✨ Tease

✨ The Prophecy

✨ Where Are You - Part I, Part II, Part III

✨ Grey

✨ Wash Away The Blood

✨ To Make You Feel My Love

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Part 13 (Spooky Day Scandal!)

Holly joined Heather at Sherman Bagley High School and started spending more time with Kristopher Bell, the eldest son of Michael Bell and his wife Cecilia. The young teens had known each other since childhood because their parents were friends, and once they passed puberty, they started to see each other in new ways. It wasn’t long before they were boyfriend and girlfriend, as innocent as such love could be in ninth grade. Their parents were supportive but kept watchful eyes over them. When Heather and Holly wanted to throw a Spooky Day party for their friends, their parents attended as chaperones.

But Heather’s first big party-planning blunder came when she realized she’d forgotten to call it a costume party on the invitations. She thought it was a given since the party was on Spooky Day, but when only her family was dressed for the holiday, she realized she’d made a mistake. She still pulled out the pumpkin carving station and baked spooky-themed sugar cookies for guests to enjoy, but she felt a little silly in head tails and blue body paint as a Twi’lek while her friends were in party dresses.

Everett came with Malia and their younger brother, Kash, and Bob and Annette stopped by to visit Daisy and Neal, but Spencer was on vacation with her family in Selvadorada and couldn’t be there. Heather didn’t mean for anything to happen, but this was the most time she’d spent with Everett since he and Spencer started dating. She’d missed him, and her feelings hadn’t gone away. They danced and she saw him noticing her elaborate costume with its form-fitting tank top.

She invited him outside to stargaze even though the weather was overcast and cloudy, and in the moonlight the moment overtook them. Years of unsaid feelings came out in their kiss – Heather’s first, with anyone. But rather than the twinge of butterflies Holly described from kissing Kris, Heather was immediately filled with guilt. She made an excuse and put herself to bed, but rather than head home, Everett lingered in the village. He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

(NOTE: No, I'm far too much of a noob to have screencapped any of this and yes it is terrible. I have so many regrets.)

Everett loved Spencer. He’d been head over heels for her since they were children, but everything with Heather was just easier – except for Heather’s own inclination to pull back and bury herself in her studies. She was already so driven, while Everett was more than a little afraid to grow up. He turned to his mother’s grave hoping for guidance, drawn to the Holy Book and the scripture of the Watcher to make sense of his feelings. He wanted his life to mean something. He didn’t want to be defined as a cheater. He made his way along the River Bagley, through Old New Henford where Spencer lived with her family, and on to Lord Volpe’s ruins in the Bramblewood to think.

This had always been his favourite place in Henford, and not just because addictive chocoberries grew wild among the broken stones. Said to have been planted by Lord Volpe himself, Henford was the only place in Simlandia where chocoberries were known to grow wild, and this was celebrated at Finchwick Fairs when bakers in town would try to out-do each other with their best chocolate pies. But there were no locals around to pick berries tonight, and Everett could be alone with his thoughts beneath the stars.

He wandered back to the Nesbitt house and found River up late, amped up on too much Spooky Day candy. River clumsily admitted he saw Everett kiss his sister and Everett panicked. He begged him not to say anything, and to protect his sister’s reputation, eleven-year-old River easily agreed. Still, Everett spoke with Heather when she woke up. She’d been so wracked with guilt she slept horribly, and when he asked if she’d ever date him, she sputtered that she’d never want to hurt Spencer or ruin her friendship with him. Everett pushed away his disappointment.

Where would Heather and her crush on Everett go from here? ->

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[vanillyvee]

FIRST POSTTTT

Zander x Holly (Umbreon x Glaceon!)

My ocs stargazing!

[betterthanyalls]

you know who you should write for? Toon Quest Cuphead TQ Cuphead x Reader fluff - from, totally not someone you know

Someone is going to get decked without the boughs of holly *Insert Santa punching emote*

I know where you are.

Neways, time for some teeth rotting fluff that I adore with my whole heart.

Words: 837

Published: 10/19/2023

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Astronomical View

Y/n laid peacefully in her bed in Welkin Castle. Everyone was asleep, or should've been asleep. As she slept without a worry, she felt herself being shook softly.

She let out a soft groan as she slowly opened her eyes to see a figure standing in front of her with a finger to their lips.

“Cuphead?” She whispered in confusion. What was he doing up right now?

“Hey doll, sorry to wake you, but I gotta show ya’ somethin’.” Cuphead whispered excitedly. He grabbed her arm and helped her out of bed.

“What? What’s going on?” Y/n whispered to him as she wobbled slightly, trying to gain her balance.

Cuphead quickly grabbed Y/n’s shoes and gave them to her to put them on.

She crouched down and put them on without questioning it. As she finished putting on her shoes and standing back up, she was immediately dragged to the balcony. Y/n was beyond confused at this point.

"Uhh, Cuphead, what are we doing out here?” Y/n asked in a slightly louder voice after she shut the balcony doors behind them.

“We-“ He climbed over the edge of the balcony railing. “-are going on an adventure."

“Wha- What? Adventure?! Right now? Just us?” Y/n rambled. They can’t just leave the others. She went closer to the railing so she could talk better with Cuphead and see what he was doing.

"Relax, dollface; you worry too much.” Cuphead smiled as he suddenly dropped down from the balcony.

Y/n let out a loud gasp as she ran up close to the edge. “Cuphead?!” She softly yelled, trying not to wake the others. She looked around frantically until she saw him on the ground, perfectly unscathed.

“Like I said, you worry too much!” Y/n heard the taunting in his voice. She rolled her eyes, surprised she could see his stupid smile from the distance. The drop wasn’t horribly detrimental—just about 25–30 feet, she assumed. A toon could fall from there and get slightly sore, but still stay intact. A human, on the other hand, risks breaking a leg.

So it was completely natural for Y/n to back off from the railing. “If you think I’m jumping off this, you are dead wrong. I would like two working legs for Warrior Falls.” Y/n let off a small shiver. She was always in fear of Warrior Falls, whether the nerves, or something else. She felt as if something life-altering would happen, but enough of that.

She stared down at Cuphead in disbelief as he gave her one of his stupidest ideas yet. “I will catch you!”

“That is a stupid idea.” Y/n scolded as she slowly but carefully climbed onto the railing. She was crouched on the ledge, hesitating. Finally, she let go and...

she fell…..

and fell….

and fell…..

and then…

She was caught.

“I told you I would catch you.” Cuphead cooed as he held her in a bridal carry.

“Shut up and put me down.” Y/n looked away, embarrassed to be wrong.

“Anything for you, princess."

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright hun.”

“You’re disgusting.”

The two kept bantering while Cuphead led them both into the nearby woods.

They walked and laughed, their joy echoing in the relatively quiet forest. Some birds and crickets chirped and sang their nightly lullaby songs.

Finally, Cuphead stopped the two's journey. “Here we are!” He revealed cheerfully that they arrived at an open clearing of grass. It was lit up by fireflies that danced around them as they walked further into the clearing.

“So, you wanted to show me a clearing?” Y/n questioned.

“Nope, I wanted to go stargazing with you!” Cuphead fell backwards to the ground. His back was to the ground as he looked up at the sky. Y/n looked at him skeptically before lying next to him.

She was astonished.

She stared at the beautiful stars that played in the sky. The planets Mars, Venus, and Jupiter were visible tonight. She saw all the tiny specks as they decorated the sky, like someone took a paint brush and splattered it on a black canvas. She couldn’t breathe.

She continued to gaze at the sky. Her whole life was in front of her, but she couldn’t see it. She was just a feeble speck in billions of other stories, but she was never less important. Her story always brought something that no other story had.

She hadn’t noticed Cuphead had stopped looking at the stars but had begun to look at her. He gazed at her; nothing was imperfect about her. Every flaw she thought she had vanished in his eyes. Every doubt about herself was false in his heart. His mind longed to know hers, and his heart longed to touch hers.

“It’s so beautiful, I can’t even form words for it…” Y/n whispered as she was mesmerized by the sky's beauty.

“Yeah, I can’t form words for the beauty I see." Cuphead muttered as he continued to gaze at Y/n. He was mesmerized, not by the sky but by her.

[applealchemist]

Lilium Deforest

"I wished to seek the truth...."

TWISTED FROM: White Lily Cookie

INFO;

DORM: ramshackle dorm

CLASS: 1-A

CLUB: mountain lovers club

AGE: 16

BIRTHDAY: may 28

HEIGHT: 5"4

DOMINANT HAND: right

BEST SUBJECT: alchemy

FAVORITE SUBJECT: history of magic

HOBBIES: gardening, going for nighttime walks, reading, and stargazing

LIKES: making friends, nature, learning, their friends, and scented candles (specifically vanilla, cacao, holly, or cheese scented)

DISLIKES: ???????, seeing those she care for hurt, hurting those he cares for themself, destruction of nature

FAVORITE FOOD: candy apples

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: anything rotten

PERSONALITY:

A strange student from a world beyond who carries a strong scent of lillies wherever they go, Lilium is soft-spoken and thoughtful yet resolute in their ideals. She possess a strong desire to help others even if the situation is risky. He is full of curiosity, both back home in their world and twisted wonderland, stopping at nothing for answers even if it causes her ruin...

[fionajames]

prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth 

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper 

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring 

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts 

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me” 

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate” 

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom