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[elderberries-and-honey]

'Song tag - Couples Edition'! Rules: Simply pick one of your OC couples and choose the song that best represents their relationship. Then post the song on your Simblr with a screenshot of your couple. Post the lyrics too if you want, it's up to you! Send this ask to some of your mutuals who also have OCs, or tag them in your post! No obligation, just have fun if you decide to do it! 💖

Okay, it's not time period appropriate but let's be so real...if Winifred and Lawrence were alive in the 80's, they'd be the biggest Cure heads in the world. So we're going to go ahead and give them this one because it plays in my head anytime either of them get the Whim to watch the stars together 🌌

[passiberri]

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

[viva-blur21]

Weeeeellll... Like I don't know what it is, but I kinda like this thing, so... :)

And yeah, there are two different versions of this pairing, like Affinity AU version RenaWill, and my version AU (Stranger things) RenaVince...

Honestly, I really do think the way I draw them is a bit different from the canon Affinity AU, so I guess you can call it a crossover or something like that... )))

Anyways, they are good in any version:3

💖I love them all💖

[maria-ruta]

ok i actually drew them in the outfits from rainbow war XD

its my first time drawing polycut, so give me some slack pls

[keirawantstocry]

Hi its me again, 🐦‍⬛, asking for more yuri.

qJaiden kissing qBaghera's forehead, comforting eachother/making eachother feel safe

YURIIIII. THEY MAKE ME SO SICK /POS

Baghera jolted awake with a loud cry. The nightmare clung to her skin like a sweaty sick fever dream. All she could see was red. Suddenly a cold hand laid itself on her back, grounding her to the present. 

There was a soft voice in her ear and the other cold hand was on her arm. “Hey, it's all good baby. I'm right here.” 

Cold lips pressed against her forehead as the girl's hand trailed circles in her back. 

“Jaiden,” Baghera croaked softly. 

“Yeah, yeah, I'm here darling. I'm right here.” 

Warmth rushed through Baghera's body. She was safe. She was safe. She was safe. “Am I safe?” she asked, so so softly but Jaiden heard her. 

“Yes, you are safe. So safe.”

Another cold kiss was pressed to her forehead. Then another. Jaiden cleared her scratchy throat and began to hum. A moment later she started to sing in a shaky unconfident voice.

"Parlez-moi d'amour. Redites-moi des choses tendres."

The French soothed her. It was an old song from the 50's but easily one of the most recognizable even in Jaiden's stilted French. Baghera took a few deep breaths before joining her in song.

"Votre beau discours. Mon couer n'est pas las de l'entendre."

They let their voices bled as they sang the song, leaning into each other, exchanging featherlight kisses between words. As they trailed off finally Baghera let out a long sigh.

"Merci, amor. I really appreciate it."

"Of course," Jaiden said with a smile. “I've got you. Forever and ever I've got you.” 

[mykkamoonbeam]

🥲

Don't mind me. Just crying to these pics while listening to "so american" cuz it's so ACCURATE AHHHH

[lifelyne]

Hey gorl @kuruka1559s look at This two

[yogorlhilanne]

It's so fucking devastating being a sunratiorine shipper because of lack of content, like, fym they only met one time during one meeting and never again? Wdym at the end of the Penacony quest they didn't make out and fuck?

[artpepkin]

Hello!

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter!

:O

Ok three random facts uhhhh... my favorite color is orange, I have scoliosis and dyslexia, and I have a pet lovebird who I accidentally taught how to swear 💀

Now to go ask people >:]

[happi-tree]

As someone who is not into DnDads beyond what I see from you and a few others, I do a double take every time you tag something 'Taylor Swift' I go "This post (example given) about house arrest bracelets is Famous Singer-Songwriter Taylor Swift core? Oh wait no, it's Happi" and it is quite enriching.

KSDBFKHDFHKVHBS Glad to be a source of enrichment, lovebird!!! 🥰🥰🥰 I did straight up giggle at this ask. Chortle, even. Taylor Swift Dndads my silly little guy!!! He's in my head all the time.

(And for some context - in the epilogue to the season finale, Taylor Swift was wearing three different house arrest bracelets. Guess you could say he was on his,,, Vigilante Shit. If there was a Getaway Car involved, my mans did not drive out in it successfully lmao 🤡)

[stitch1830]

i have a headcanon that kanto always welcomes toph home with a tight hug and a kiss on her forehead

i just think it's really sweet <3

Hi Anon, thanks for the ask, and your patience!

And YES YES YES.

I feel like once they've established their relationship and they're no longer trying to keep it a secret (I have a feeling they like to keep things on the down low for as long as they can), they just—they don't hide their affection for each other.

It's nothing big, but when Toph comes home (after Kanto moves in because Toph's place is better), he's got dinner on the stove and a drink ready for her and he just lights up when he sees her. He can't help but wrap his arms around her and kiss her forehead softly at the end of the day. Toph loves being greeted this way, too. After a long day, she gets to spend her evening with someone she (gasp) loves and she really enjoys unwinding with him.

I mean, he makes it easy to have a relaxing evening when a nice meal is ready and she can just vent to him and he totally gets it. They get each other and they're both just so happy—

Imagine them also doing this when the Gaang are around. It's just a habit for them and they don't even notice anyone else. Of course, the Gaang give Toph a hard time but she just buries them in the earth for a minute. And the Gaang are very happy to see Toph happy; she deserves it!

Gettin' a lil sappy just thinking about these two lovebirds :')

Okay, that's all this blue alien wrote! Thank you so much for the ask, Anon! Love chatting about Kantoph, so feel free to stop by again if you'd like. Hope you have a great day!

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Send me asks about ATLA or LOK! :D

[ananxiousgenz]

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 15

wow. wowie wow wow. this section got me up to a little over 19,500 K. that's fucking INSANE homie!!!

this section took me a while to work out bc i knew what points i wanted to hit but not the order I wanted to do them in, so I had to break some stuff apart and rearrange it. hopefully this makes sense? this sections got a weird energy to it and i'm not sure why. but we are in the home stretch of this fic guys!!!! maybe like 3 or 4 more chapters max and then it is FINISHED, which is so crazy to me

alsoooo enjoy some bonus content!! aka me singing a lil bit of epic iii in honor of this absolutely insane milestone

HEY GANG IT'S FRESH FOOD: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @gwenlena

@demonic-panini @the-private-eye @one-joe-spoopy

Voices singing in harmonies, orbiting in perfect rhythm, chasing like the sun and moon across the sky, echoed in the deafening silence of Hadestown.

The workers had stopped showing up a few days ago. Wouldn’t pick up their pickaxes or lay a hand on their wheelbarrows. Slowly, the factories ground to a halt. The furnaces died down. The wall stopped being built. And for the first time in a long, long time, the workers didn’t care.

They took beatings from the executives with a smile and a song on their lips, a song that spoke of unity in the face of loss with a melody that grew like creeping thyme through the town. It had been a while since Peter had heard Juno’s voice, but he knew. Even from this distance, he knew it was him. His strong, clear voice helixing through the air with another voice that he assumed must have been Ben’s. And the world stopped its ceaseless grind and listened.

And from his gilded cage in Slip’s office, Peter watched with no small amount of pride as his beloved husband brought the hell of Hadestown to a screeching halt.

Slip stormed back and forth in his office. Nureyev had been up here for…. Well, he wasn’t quite sure, but his best guess was a week. Slip had taken him up here after his executives had beaten Juno and left him for dead. Something about how he didn’t want him associating with those kinds of people anymore. 

Nureyev knew that was bullshit. There was something else at play here, something he saw as clearly as if the sun were shining down through the rock overhead.

Slip was afraid of Juno. 

He could see it with every furious step and angry huff. An undercurrent of fear laced his every move. Juno had crossed some sort of line, broken some sort of spell that Slip was afraid might never be put back into place. He was getting more erratic and scattered as the days went by. And for some reason that Nureyev couldn’t quite explain, a well of dread was beginning to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

After all, it’s the scared animals that are the most dangerous.

“Godsdammit all, why won’t they work anymore?” Slip snarled, steps heavy but quick as he paced across the room.

Nureyev turned his gaze coolly away from the window. “Don’t know. Maybe they realized the lies and bullshit you’ve been feeding them!”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll leave you right where I left your precious husband.”

“Oh, I don’t know, he seems to be doing quite well for himself so far, considering he’s brought your whole town to a standstill.”

Slip stopped pacing like a frustrated predator and stared at Nureyev. Nureyev wasn’t scared. He’d already lost so much to this man he could barely remember. What was losing a little more? He stared right back, almost daring Slip to make a move.

“What else did you expect, Slip? You lie to these people for years, force them to work for nothing, keep them away from their homes and families, and expect they’ll be happy? That they’ll listen when you speak? That they’ll care about you and your opinions?” His motions were jerky with a deep set anger and hurt that was starting to burn hotter than the heart of the Hadestown furnaces.

Slip’s jaw was beginning to tremble, but in rage or fear or pain, Nureyev couldn’t tell.

Go on. Tell him. Tell him what he needs to hear.

“How long did you think they’d put up with this before they turned on you? How long do you think they’d wait for you to change?”

How long did he think you’d wait for him, little songbird?

“They’ll put up with it for as long as I am in charge of this town.”

Nureyev sighed deeply. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What is there to get, Petya? That these people don’t comprehend the logic of a business?” 

Slip threw his arms open wide. Even now, even with all his power and might and control, he still looked like what he had been the last time Peter had ever really known him: a small, scared kid.

“They’re going to destroy everything I’ve ever worked for. Everything I ever built for you. And all because of that husband of yours and his fucking music.” 

“Everything you built….for me?”

Slip sighed, and his expression softened slightly. “Of course. I made this town for you. I was going to show you all of its wonders. But you never came to find me, like you said you would. Remember?”

Peter couldn’t. Not at first, anyway. But slowly and surely, a memory began to creep back into his consciousness. 

He was young. Couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13. The last of summer was still in the air. Slip had just finished telling him the old Story of Hades and Persephone, a story the two of them shared like their stolen food and blankets. Peter had cracked some kind of joke, something about the two gods in the story being a perfect pair because one could kill you and the other could dispose of your remains, and he and Slip were howling with laughter.

When the laughing had died down, Slip turned to Peter, suddenly serious. “Petya, can you promise me something?”

“Of course, my love, anything.”

“If one of us dies before the other… can we send a message to them from Hades? So the one that’s still living knows to go get them?”

“Slip, don’t talk like that. No one is going to die!”

“I know, I know, but…. Just in case, you know? If I die, I’ll send you a sign. A huge sign. I’ll…. I’ll get rid of the spring altogether! I’ll keep Persephone locked up in the underworld until you come to find me!”

That sent them both into another peal of unstoppable laughter.

And then the memory faded away, and Nureyev was left standing in the office, facing a man he had known so well decades ago, but didn’t know anymore.

“I should have brought you down here sooner, you know,” Slip said, chewing on his lip. “I thought, if I can take Persephone’s reincarnation and keep him down here, and change the world above, he will notice and come for me. Surely, if I just hold out a little longer, if I just let the winter go a little longer, let him starve a little longer, he’ll remember the promise he made to me. He’ll come to find me. But no.

“Instead, you moved on. Grew up. Got a respectable job. Even got married! All while you left me to fester down here. But it’s okay, my love. I don’t blame you. No. It’s all that Juno Steel’s fault.”

Nureyev suddenly realized his mouth and throat had gone bone dry, and a slightly manic gleam had entered Slip’s eyes.

“He stole you away from me. He’s what’s keeping us apart. You know, I should have killed him when I had the chance. Maybe I can still kill him now. You wouldn’t happen to know which of my workers he’s associating with, would you, Petya, dear? Maybe I could hurt them too.”

Peter’s whole body went rigid with fear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He could barely make his hands shape the words. The sudden adrenaline rush made him shiver. He could barely imagine the pain Juno felt when he woke up and discovered his lover was gone. He couldn’t imagine having to go through the same pain.

Slip just looked back at him, face calm and still and eyes shining as he slid into the chair behind his desk, and Nureyev knew. If he made one false move, Juno would suffer the consequences. He swallowed hard.

An executive rapped on the door. “The leader is here to discuss negotiations, my associate.”

Slip’s eyes never left Nureyev’s face. “Of course. Bring them in. You might want to stay for this, Petya. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Nureyev didn’t move a muscle.

A moment later, Juno stumbled through the door, an executive hot on his heels, and Peter couldn’t decide if he should let out the breath he was holding or grab his lover by the shoulders and sprint out of the room. Maybe both.

Once Juno regained his balance, he glanced around the room until his eye rested on Peter, and a soft, relieved smile inched onto his face.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Where have you been?” he said gently, taking a few steps in Peter’s direction. 

Peter wanted so badly to run to him, to kiss him, to leave town and never look back. But Slip’s threat had been genuine. He knew that. He stayed where he was, silently willing Juno to read the room and get the hell out.

“Mr. Steel. I will kindly ask you to keep your conversation directed to me, seeing as I am your host here.”

The smile fell from Juno’s face, and a mix of determination, fear, and hope appeared in its place. Simultaneously, a wave of dread crashed over Peter like a tsunami. Gods above, he wanted to throw up.

Juno bowed his head slightly in a greeting. “Slip.”

Slip bowed his head in response. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“What the hell do you mean by shutting down my whole town, Mr. Steel? I knew you were a troublesome one, but I never knew you had the guts to take it this far.”

“Oh, this isn’t my doing. It’s theirs,” Juno said simply, pointing out the window to the gathered crowd of workers partying in the street. “They decided they’ve had enough of being treated this way, so they decided to stop showing up. I had almost nothing to do with it.”

Slip leaned forward over his desk. “But you are the one who taught them that song, right?”

“And what if I am?”

“That still makes you an accomplice. You gave them the song that they unified around, and that would be considered a crime down here. And now that I’ve got you in my office, right in front of me, well…. I suppose it only makes sense that I punish you. I suppose you’ve been told how we punish those who step out of line down here?”

Juno’s jaw was set. He nodded. Peter wanted to scream.

Slip stood. “Very well then. Do you have any last words before we dispose of you?”

And suddenly, Juno looked very calm. Calm and careful, but still living up to his last name, with features set like quenched metal.

It took a moment, but Peter realized knew that look. He knew it very well. He knew it from all the nights of playing cards with Buddy or figuring out how to stack a new shipment of crates or watching him discover a new piece of the never ending puzzle that was his song.

That look meant that Juno had a plan.

The smallest spark of hope ignited in Peter’s gut.

And then Juno opened his mouth, and began to sing the song of spring.

[bumblingbabooshka]

K I’m not too deep into voyager yet but I always imagined T’pel as having the same kinda fanatical religious streak as Tuvok. I think they both go weak in the knees for the teaching of surak in a very unlogical way you know? I imagine her as a Vulcan whose maybe too enthusiastic about being one. She’d go on and on to whoever would listen in a monotone voice about how great logic is and excuse it by saying she’s teaching them or something but she’s just really passionate about it lol. Her and Tuvok go on dates and just do Vulcan Bible study for five hours.

From the little of her I’ve seen in the show I think of her as being heavily invested in Vulcan culture and tradition as well, again to the point of it being less logical and more emotional. Like she’d do something in a way that was super tedious just because she wants to do it in a traditional way to preserve and experience history.

also she’s got a lot of that tuvok hater streak in her. She will be petty about how much more she knows about certain topics!! She will gossip about how illogical other Vulcans are being!!

He wants a church girl who goes to church aN readsER Bible!!!

[keirawantstocry]

🐦‍⬛ heavily inspired by the previous lovebirds one, cause I *love* preening fics and love the lovebirds.

qBaghera preening Jaiden's wings. Jaiden falling asleep as Baghera does, so Baghera finishes up the wing and cuddling ensues ✨

IM SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU SENT THIS but I finally have something for you <3

mwah mwah mwah you understand me. preening!!!!

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Baghera loved Jaiden's wings. They were absolutely stunning. Long black feathers matched with smaller purple ones. Ever since she had seen them stretched out for the first time she had wanted to touch them.

And now finally she was. Jaiden sat, slumped slightly over on her bed, Baghera behind her. Her wings were in a disarray. Baghera couldn't help but cluck at her.

“You need to take better care of your wings.” Baghera put her hands carefully against Jaiden's back, starting to straighten and pull out feathers when needed. She watched the tension fade from Jaiden's body and felt extreme satisfaction. Her wings looked even more fantastic after as Jaiden stretched them out wide before closing them back against her back once more.

“Thanks, Baghera,” she said softly before falling down against the bed.

Baghera hesitated before laying down beside her. The bed creaked slightly as Jaiden shifted closer to her, wrapping her arms around Baghera's waist. She was so warm and Baghera was so cold, she couldn't help but pull her even closer as those gorgeous wings spread out before wrapping around the both of them.

“Good?” Jaiden asked. “You seem cold. Thought it might help.”

“Oui,” Baghera said softly. “Thank you, Jaiden.” And before she could stop herself she pressed a light kiss to the top of Jaiden's head. A content sigh fell from her lips and Baghera's heart relaxed. “Bonne nuit, mi amor.”

“Bonne nuit,” Jaiden said hesitantly. “Was that good?”

“Perfect, chérie.”

[fyodior]

weirdest thing!! my friend grabbed my wrist when i was playfully punching her, and I did it to the thought of that later on. most embarrassing thing ever. me and the friend are now dating!!

AWWW ADORABLE LOVE STORY!!!! and that ain’t too weird…. id also be turned on by that LMFAO

[niff-of-draws]

the eyes on you - hotel mira