#oh and starling! how i love starling

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Soulmate AU

when you meet your person, you have your eye color change to the other person's eye color.

Person A who has heterochromia after meeting a soulmate. Soulmate is Person B, who has a split personality. B's eye color is the same, but persona A is convinced that this particular person is their soulmate. Something just went wrong.

Something definitely goes wrong when they get into some kind of stressful situation.

Maybe they're separated by a fallen building, maybe they're captured, maybe it's a trivial fight in an alley outside a bar. But afterward, finally holding B in their arms, the A's can't breathe. From B's angry, smiling face, covered with blood and sweat, an exact copy of their unchanged eyes stare at A.

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[apamates]

Fitz' loved ones going "is anyone going to inflict unimaginable trauma on that boy??" and not waiting for an answer

[ynackerman9499]

Hello! This is me! 𝕪/𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟! This is my tumblr in case you don't know me i have a youtube channel which I upload texting stories videos to it! And this is my first post here in tumblr (original)

Some male Hashiras + kagaya reaction to you sacrificing yourself for them

⚠ Warning : spoiler in kyojuro and kagaya, take of death, blood, injuries, crying, some of them are really short

Giyu Tomioka

You and Giyuu were fighting against 2 demons who used a blood demon art

You killed one and Giyuu killed the other one

Or so you both thought...

"You did well giyuu_san!" You said smilling putting your sword in place

While giyuu just nodded humming as a silent 'thank you'

This only made you smile even wider. You've been friends with giyuu with great amount of time now

You both actually gets along very well Despite your different personalities

So you got used to his comforting quiet gesture

"All right! Let's head back n-"

You suddenly stopped sensing that something is wrong While giyuu looked at you wondering why you fell silent so suddenly

"Wh-"

You breathed in sharply, catching a glint in the air watching it whizz towards Giyuu.

"not on my watch!"

You yelled, quickly drawing your sword breaking the unknown object in half.

Giyuu's eyebrow twitched, taking his sword out of its sheath.

"giyuu, there!" You shouted, pointing to the direction of the demon that was currently perched on one of the trees.

The two of you gave each other a knowing nod, rushing towards the trees and jumped landing on one of the branches,

"come back here you coward!" You barked, skillfully jumping from tree to tree, following after the demon.

The demon hissed, sending metal shards towards you and Giyuu, which the two of you dodged with ease

"breath of ice..." you mumbled taking a deep breath

"dance of frozen crystals!"

Streams of sparkling diamond-like figures flowed out your sword as you jumped upwards, holding your katana over your head as you swung it effectively cutting half of it's body;

sadly, not his neck, as he covered it with a steel-like substance.

"Y/n!"

Giyuu called out, causing you to look back at him wondering why did he sound so worried

You saw he was looking horrified looking at your chest rather than your face

'why did he sound so-'

You were caught out of your thoughts by yourself coughing something liquid out of your mouth

You looked down at your chest, a large sharp metal shard piercing through the middle of your chest

"uh.. F-fuck.." you muttered stumbling back and falling against a tree vomiting even more blood feeling it a bit hard to breathe

"y/n! No!" giyuu shrieked running at your slumbering and bloody figure against the tree

"giyuu.. The d.. emon" You mumbled, coughing out a worrisome anmountof blood, the crimson liquid spilling out of your lips in mouthfuls.

"i cant leave you..." he whispered as of scared of starling you

"i cant you are in_" "... Dying"

You corrected him. Mastering the last energy you had to cup his face with your bloody hand while lying in his embrace

"i am.. Dying, Giyuu..."

"no.. No you are not.. You can slow the ble-" "my lungs are... damaged giyuu"

Tears burned his eyes, hugging you close to his chest and placed his hand over your cheek

"i.. Love you... Giyuu... So... Much.. " you confessed as you started to lose consciousness and struggling even more to keep your eyes open

You took a deep breath but sadly... It didn't come out again...

"y/n.. Y/n... Hey.." giyuu said with shaky voice as a couple of tears escaped his eyes

"hey...don't do this to me, love... I–i love you too... Why did you do this... I–i don't deserve this..."he said as he closed your lifeless eyes with his fingers

"i am sorry i am too useless to be able to protect you..." he was now on full mode sobbing

Oh how cruel is it that you didn't even hear the person you love saying thing you wanted to hear from him the most...

Obanai Iguro

No...

No no no no...

That wasn't supposed to happen...

The hit was meant for him...

It was meant for him damn it!

Why did you have to take it for him

He doesn't deserve it

He doesn't deserve to live

Why would he live while you are here dying in his arms gasping and wheezing for air

He is enraged

His fear tends to come out as anger

So while you are literally dying he is shouting at you for how stupid you are, how foolish to waste your precious live over his useless one

His shouting you mutter out an Inaudible : 'sorry... '

Just then the anger turns into tears

"you idiot..." he wailed... Actually wailed.. Something you never thought you'd see, not that you wanted to in the first place

It was supposed to be him...

"don't you dare apologise..." he hugged you even tighter feeling you fading away from him as you tried to breath but it only come out as a horrible choking sound as you choked on your own blood

His cheek rested on top of your head

"o-oba... nai.. " you said chocking in the middle of word as the hole in your chest began seeping even more blood

"g–give them.. H–hell for m–me... Yeah?..."

Oh he would...

He would make them pay for taking you away from him

For making the only person who kept him moving forward...

Is now cold and limb in his arms...

Sanemi shinazugawa

Fuck!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!

He physically can't handle what he is looking at

As he refused to stop saving you even after you already stopped breathing

"shit! Shit!" he pressed harsher on the wound, the blood was slowing but not because of his relentless attempt...

You were gone... Not even being able to get a word out because of how harshly he was crying

For some reason... Even in your final moments you found it kind of comforting that he was try his best to save you

You felt your heart break looking at him from the other side hugging your cold, lifeless body... Trying to squeeze some warmth into it even though he knows its useless

Kyojuro Rengoku

You coughed out blood as akaza hand went through your stomach

"Y/N! NO!"

You took the hit for kyojuro

I mean... How could you not... You just couldn't let someone like him die

You just couldn't...

Gripping your sword harder, you slashed it against his neck making his eye widen

'she got in my way! And she still has the strength!

Akaza thought as he was amazed at how you still has the strength to even breathe

'Kyojuro, im going to die. I know. We had a life planned in front of us, but..l couldn't let you die. I just can't'

You thought as The demon tried to punch your face, but you stopped it with your other hand

"Y/N!!"

'you won't get away... Akaza!'

Looking behind the demon, but still applying force on the neck, you looked behind to see Rengoku with the boy from before charging at you with their swords.

A smile got onto your face.

'I wont ever let go off the sword ..Until I cut his head off!'

"INOSUKE MOVE! MOVE FOR Y/N-SAN!"

The boar now charged at you with speed His attack cut the demons arms, your sword still attached to his neck.

He was running away, clearly.

The boy threw his sword at the demon,.

stabbing him through the chest. Followed by Screaming of how he was a coward by running away and that both Rengoku and you were stronger than him.

You felt two gentle pair of hands gripping your back, drops of water, or tears, to your cheek as kyojuro took you in his embrace trying to stop the bleeding even though he knows it's a fatal wound

"Y/n.. No. No..please don't leave me! Please! I beg you! I will go down on my knees if it have to!"

"kyo... It's okay..." You say voice barely a whisper as you gathered all the strength you had trying to put your hand on kyojuro's cheek.

He quickly took your bloody hand in his and put it over his cheek

"no no... The hit was meant for me to take... Why did you have to get in the middle... Why.."

"i just couldn't.. Let–" vomiting blood "y-you... Die"

You said panting feeling like you can't breathe anymore...

Kyojuro the brust out sobbing burying his face in your neck as your body laid lifeless in his arms

It was supposed to be him dammit!

He was supposed to be the one protecting you!

Not the other way around!

On the other side tanjiro watching the scene feeling his heart break over and over again

Another love story between two lovers was ruined by those disgusting Creatures

Tengen uzui

after a long and hard battle you had ended up dangling off the side of a cliff barely holding onto an also seriously injured tengen.

He could feel your fingers slipping from his.

you were both tired and injured it was a tough battle and despite the demons head being cut off you had taken some heavy blows and now you were dangling off the side of a cliff, barely conscious as tengen held onto your hand with his

"dont worry y/n! ill pul you up Soon!"

you could see him struggling to hold your hand and knew that if he held on any longer he might go down with you

watching him struggle above you made your heart ache as you couldnt do anything to help

"Ten.."

the both of you made eye contact with each other

"thank you for being with me... I love you so much"

his eyebrows twitched at your words

"why does it sound like youre saying goodbye? y/n. You better hold into my hand!"

his jaw was clenched as he spoke to you

you couldnt leave him

if only he had killed that demon sooner

if only he could have protected you

in this moment he hated the gentle smile that was on your face

because to him it meant he had failed

"we both know we'll both fall if you dont let go, neither of us have enough strength left to do anything."

"its okay ten, im ready. i love you and I'll always be watching over you. live well"

he could feel your fingers one by one letting go of his hand and he tried as hard as possible to not let go

"y/n please! I.. I can't do this without you... "

you just shook your head

"im sorry ten but you have to, i know you can. you're going to do great things, with or without me."

"always remember that i love you... And i'll always be watching you"

With that, the last grip he had on you failed

the serene smile on your face was the last thing he saw as you fell to your probable death,

shattering his heart

he screamed your name on the top of his lungs as your hands disconnected followed by painful sobs

Not again...

First his siblings now you..

He lost so many loved ones

of course he knew that he was too injured to pull you up and the most he could have done was just hold onto you until help came,

If help came...

he hated this,

he hated himself

what was the point of being strong when he couldnt even save the one person he loved most in this entire world

"Live well" it was one of the last things you told him hed try his best to because you asked him of it but to him living well meant being by your side which was something he couldnt do anymore.

Muichiro Tokito

poor baby doesn't really know what to do

he's kneeling beside you with a worried look

he's sweating and his hands are clammy

he remains silent for the most part

"Y/n?"

He is right next to you, hand nervously taking your own

"Don't worry."

you give him a weak smile as scary as it was, just his presence was enough.

"|-what do I do?"

The fear in his face made your heart clench.

"Just stay with me. You dont need to do a thing..."

You squeezed his hand with the last bit of strength

you had, smiling softly

"Be careful okay? There are still a lot of demons left"

You didn't fear death,

but you did fear what would happen to those you

loved once it got to you.

Kagaya ubuyashiki

This took place before the explosion in the final battle era

Your husband's hand is cold in yours. You squeeze his

fingers and watch the moonlight bleed out the color of

his skin into silver.

"Are you well, love?" you ask quietly. A washbowl rests to your side, the cloth draped over the side dripping droplets of water down the floor. You take it and wrangle the water with one hand as best as you can,

laying it atop his forehead after. Kagaya closes his eyes and smiles beatifically. It looks painful.

"I will be fine," he says. A mere whisper; it runs wild in the echoes of the night. "| am certain... After tonight, everything will be fine again." You hum thoughtfully. Your heart turns like a clock,

mechanical, a slave to fate. You dare not tell him anything.

"I wonder. . " Kagaya starts. "How does the sky look tonight, Y/N?"

You looked up at the sky as the clouds moved to reveal the beautiful moon

"it's beautiful..." you said as he leaned into your hand as you caressed his cheeks

"he is here..."

A long shadow blocks the moonlight. You look up.

Plum red eyes stare back.

"It's finally nice to meet you, Kibutsuji Muzan," Kagaya says casually.

A chuckle flits in your ear, honey-thick and suave.

Muzan's jacket rests precariously on his shoulders,

and the wind picks up, as if trying to steal it away. The sleeves whip around him uselessly.

"Well;" he says. "You sure look terrible, Ubuyashiki."

If you do not look too closely, you can still delude

yourself into dreaming that this is a normal family.

Your twins have not stopped playing, and their

laughter mingles with the song.

*after the speech because i cant recall it 💀*

"Kibutsuji" You incline your head, a mockery of respect. "You may have prepared for everything.. But there is one thing you didn't prepared for.."

"and what would that may be?"

"this–" you pulled out teh explosion monitor and jumped on kagaya and just before it explored a room open under kagaya's bed and you both fell into a room underground where your kids were waiting for you to come and there was a secret door which led to outside

But it was quite the fall, but you shielded kagaya's body with yours as you he fell on top of you

"Uhmm... " Kagaya groaned from the pain of the impact but more at the though that you were hurt from the fall and his weight together

"it's okay... It's okay..." you said as you cradled kagaya's fragile body

"i just need you to hold on for me... Can you do that please?"

The explosion was loud on top of you but what was more terrifying was the piece of wood of the selling above you that was about to fall

So you quickly pushed kagaya out of the way just as the piece of wood fell on your lower body completely breaking it

"y/n! " Kagaya yelled as best as he could as he heard your crying of pain

"i am fine! I am fine!" You shouted as you tried to stop the tears from dropping from the pain

"kiriya! Listen! Take your father and run out of here!"

"b–but mo–" "no buts! This piece of seilling completely crushed my lower par! You won't be able to get it out! Even if you did i'd be just a burden! I won't be able to run! No go! Go!"

Kiriya quickly carried his father on his shoulder as best as he could

"no... Y/n... If we die... we die together.. That's a promise..."

"well.. Look like i have a change of plans, sorry love"

You said as you smiled sadly at him even though he can't see it

*time skip*

"CAW! CAW! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! THE FINAL BATTLE IS OVER! CAW! CAW!"

Kagaya opened his eyes at the sound of the noisy crow.. And for the first time in years...

He sees the sky clearly as the curse marks started to fade from his body...

He quickly tried to ran into the place where his estate is supposed to be with only one though in mind...

'y/n...'

He opened his eyes clearly for the first time in years and the first face he wanted to look at was yours

"oyakata_sama! Wait! You are not fully recovered yet!"

The kakushi tried to warn him but he just didn't care

He wanted to see you, to touch you, to tell you how much you mean to him even though words cannot describe, to make sure you are alright

But what he saw made him stop and his blood run cold...

The estate.. His home... Your home.. Is now crumbled to pieces with you under all that

he quickly took off and tried to dig into the rubble in hopes maybe.. Just maybe.. You are still alive...

"master..."

The kakushis and the remaining of the hashiras felt thier heart break looking at thier master like this...

Nevertheless, they started to help thier master find his wife.. I mean.. You were like a mother and a big sister to them all...

"I found something!" one of the kakushi shouted as he saw your bloody hand sticking out of the rubble

They quickly ran to where he was and started digging even more, just as they reached your head they all stopped and stepped back for thier master to take a look at you...

"oh my dear..."

Kagaya quietly knelt down where your bloody upper body only was visible

He caressed your bloody

cheek just as you did with him a few hours ago...

Oh how beautiful you looked... Even if you were cold and pale with your lips starting to get blue..

He missed you so much that he almost forgot the way you looked...

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered even with the black circles under your eyes and the few wrinkles that appeared on your face and the grey hairs despite how young you are...

"oh love... How many times did i tell not to worry to much about me..." Kagaya whispered as he caressed your cold skin with a few tears falling from his eyes "like this you will age before time..."

He hugged you one last time before the kakushis free your body completely from the rubble and take you to bury your beautiful body

Today the world won peace.. But he lost his...

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Mondays

Male Yandere Harpies x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, harpies, general yandere behavior, captive reader, spit roasting, cum in hair, aftercare, male harem, brief mention of being used as a cock sleeve by bull men.) Word Count: 500 (Here it is! I have had a solid wave of productivity lately answering old asks and now there is this, something I said I would do a long time ago. I said I would make a mini-fic/drabble with every group of monster men from my animal farm fic which can be found HERE.)

You sighed. It was early on Monday morning, the sun starting to stream into the window enough to disturb your sleep. You glared at your alarm clock and preemptively turned off the alarm that would go off at 10:00. It was 9:53. You wanted to cry. You had not fully recovered from Rory, Sev, and Bruc swapping you between them as a communal cock sleeve all day on Friday. You lamented your decision to be a monster man farmer with so many different species. You should have stuck to one or two. Oh well… no use crying over it now. At least you started the week off easy after your weekend break. The harpy men had pretty forgiving cocks. Ugh. Was that what it had come to? Judging how not awful your day was by the brutality of the cocks you were about to encounter? You scarfed down a quick breakfast then enjoyed your last few minutes before you were swarmed by the three harpies that called your farm home, Zan, Xilra, and Elry. They all looked similar, green and blue feathers in their hair, emerald green eyes to match, dark skin, with large angel-like wings sprouting from their backs and their legs ended in the way any bird of prey’s did. Sharp. Talons. When you stepped into the aviary your watch read exactly 10:30, you weren’t giving them a second more than you were forced to. It was like your one shred of resistance, even though it didn’t really matter very much. You also were too scared to be late after what happened the one time you were. You were sniffed out and fucked. Swiftly. As soon as you stepped into the large greenhouse-like domed building, it was like a miniature forest complete with all sorts of trees and plants, you were instantly pounced upon by the three monster men. They wasted not a single second in taking off your clothes and tossing them aside on the dirt while pinning you to the wall. “Hey come on! Those were just cleeeEEEEAAAAAANNNED. H-hey!” Two of them were biting, licking and nuzzling all over your neck while the third was using his mouth between your legs. “W-w-why do we always have to start the d-daaaay like thiiiiis??” “We love you little starling~” “Yes! And we must show you!” “We haven’t been inside you for a whole week love! It was torture~” “We must make up for the lost time sweet bird.” And that they certainly did. A week's worth of the pent up libidos of three tall harpy men unloaded on you and in you within hours. They spit roast you while you were on the ground before taking you in mid air. By the end of their breeding session with you you were exhausted. And this was supposed to be the easy day. At least they let you rest afterwards, washing the cum out of your hair and off your sore body before cuddling you and petting you while they sang sweet little bird songs and praised their darling little starling~

[crypt-keepers-den]

I need more of Astarion and his little spawns- You don't understand how much I fucking loved that fic, PLEASE WE NEED MORE DADDY STARION 😭😭😭

I DIED BUT NOW IM BACK ENJOY!

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Astarion never claimed he'd be a good father, but as soon as your little ones arrived into the world he sure was the proudest. When Lyra, your oldest had been born he fainted (can vampires faint idk), and when you announced your pregnancy with your youngest, Caspian, he was elated and told anyone who'd listen that his darling was blessing him with a second child.

when your oldest was born he was too frightened to hold her, in fear that he'd hurt her, but after a long talk from you (and a stern talking from halsin who'd offered to help you deliver naturally) he did hold her, frozen in place however as he did so. "she's perfect my darling" soft silvery tears cascading down his pale cheeks as the new-born yawns, when your youngest was born, he was prepared this time, holding your hand with confidence as you brought a new life into the world, bringing your 1yr old daughter into the bedroom to meet her baby brother, the elf had a grin etched on his face.

becoming a parent is one thing, but a parent to a dhampir baby is another, when lyra started teething you found out the harsh way. One evening you had lifted the infant to breastfeed her, settling back down on the couch with the infant nestled to your chest as she contently latched, your adoring husband sitting next to you a book in hand, his free hand stroking the top of his daughter's head. "star, read that page again i was too focused on lyra" he nods starting again until he heard a sudden yelp from you, "my love whatever's wrong?" he watches you exam the giggling baby's mouth "holy Avernus, star she's got fangs!" his eyes widened at your discovering as he leans over to see what your talking about, your holding the drooling baby's mouth open to allow him to see the two little white points that had pierced through lyra's gum. His eyes widen now understanding what had happened causing him to laugh, earning him a rough slap to the shoulder and a stern glare. safe to say you switched from breastfeeding to bottle and continued to do so with your second born (not that it helped but it saved your poor breasts from being gummed on by your children atleast).

Astarion prided himself in his inability to say 'no' to his children, "papa can i has?" caspian stares up at his father with the same puppy dog eyes you use on him, "caspian no treats before dinner!" you'd call out, the little boy would then pout before looking back up at his daddy, "papa a'peas", oh dear your son has him in the palm of his chubby little hands, astarion cant remember his childhood anymore, nothing but faint smells of what he assumes is his mother's perfume, but he does remember having nothing when he was under cazadors control. And he had made a promise at each child's birth, they'd never suffer like he had and they'd want for nothing. in this scenario its astarion sneaking your son a cookie before dinner, the pair hiding under the kitchen table laughing "our little secret little starling" , "you two know i can see you right?" "quick run!". with choas ensueing as you chastise the pair for ruining their appetite for dinner.

"lyra please stopping scaring your brother with your bat form!", the first time your daughter had found out she could shift scared you shitless, toddler lyra suddenly poofing into a bat mid hiccup causing you and astarion to jump out of your skin, not knowing how to get lyra to turn back until she hiccups again poofing back and landing in a panicked astarion's arms while giggling at her parents panicked faces. Since then astarion had taught her how to use it properly, however she had a terrible habit of scaring her little brother with it, startling the tot causing him to wail and run to the nearest parent crying "a bwat!, a mama! a papa! noo!" earning lyra a scolding, you and astarion made her promise to not use her abilities in the cottage and not infront of her brother, not until he was a little older anyway.

(hey! im back with some dadstarion stuff! how are we all liking this? i could go on forever about dadstarion scenarios, what would you like to see?)

[leoruby-draws]

Some batfam doodles set in my TrWh au, with a bit of a focus on Stephanie Brown!

The first pic with Arthur trying to make Steph his sidekick (probably inspired by Bluejay Jason following Robin around) is kinda meant to be an explanation on why Steph becomes spoiler so early in this comic. While explanations are not really needed because my au focuses on comedy and cuteness, I thought this would just be a little fun bit of background info on Steph and her father Arthur Brown in this au. The pointer name comes from the cw Batwoman show, where Steph is a redhead for some reason.

Also we see that Steph often goes to sleepovers with the other batkids, tho she's really having fun being Starling. I think in another post I was thinking on how to work around the issue of Steph being a 8 year old vigilante without her mom finding out, I even considered the possibility of Bruce somehow fostering her. But I decided that just do the classical superhero identity shenanigans is all I need to do.

Also don't worry about Jason and Cass being tossed, they're having fun there! Kids love being tossed like ragdolls, I should know as the eldest sister myself lol.

Next pic has Steph and Cass switch roles for a bit with Steph being a mini batgirl as 'Batlass', a name I considered for Cass. And Cass is a mini robin as Blackbird, aren't they cute?

Little gag comic with Barbara shrinking into a kid, Steph and Cass look shocked to say the least. Lori Zechlin with often play magical pranks on other superheroes, its can end up pretty chaotic.

More batfam doodles, look at Steph, she's such a little creature!

Lastly a glimpse in a possible future in the TrWh world, with Steph as Batgirl at last with Nell Little as her protege Starling! Perhaps she might have also use the Spoiler moniker as well too. We also see Damian and Tiffany Fox hang out as well, also Cass (as batman?) seems to be mentoring Maps Mizoguchi. Tho I haven't really thought about the details that much, just something fun to draw. Oh, theres also Carrie Kelley but she likely doesn't exist in my au, just felt like drawing her.

Anyways that was a lot, hope you like it!

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 9. iridescence — ✦ (wc: 0.6k)

“Is this going to take any longer?” you ask.

It’s an interesting feeling, having Scaramouche in your lap while he does your makeup. The side of his palm gently rests against your cheek as he does your eyeliner, his brow furrowed in concentration while you rest against the cushions of your sofa. His indigo hair and indigo eyes are barely illuminated by the dimmed lights of your living room, an insistence of his even at your protest of the horrid lighting for makeup.

“It’ll only take a moment longer,” he responds.

“You said that ten minutes ago,” an over-exaggeration on your part, but you couldn’t see how a makeover could take so damn long.

Scaramoche grins, his voice dripping in mock innocence, “Perfection takes time. Or however that saying goes. I’m not used to putting makeup on another person so just cooperate with me, will you?”

You do your best to glare at Scaramouche as he finishes up your eyeliner. The two of you have been at this for a while now, bantering while he does your makeup. When he finishes, whenever that may be, the two of you will swap places so you can give him a makeover in return. Admittedly an interesting arrangement to re-enact for a scene in his book, but you have to admit it’s been alright so far. He isn’t terrible, he just takes too long for your liking.

“Part your lips a bit. I’m putting lipstick on you,” you oblige, and Scaramouche continues while he dabs color on your lips. “Our ruse has been quite effective so far. But people seem to think we’ve been in love for longer than we’ve been dating.”

Amusement colors your voice, “I mean, I like to think it makes our whole act more effective.”

He finally leans back to inspect his work after what seems like forever and declares that he’s done — time for you to switch places. He gets off you to take a seat by your side. You take the opportunity to reposition yourself and straddle him.

Only to get a proper look at him while you give him a makeover, of course.

A few minutes of silence pass when Scaramouche speaks up, “The whole point of me asking you to do this was for us to talk. So talk.”

“Like what, the groceries?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just talk.”

“Well,” you pause, twisting the makeup sponge in your hand before getting back to work. “I think we’re running out of eggs? And we only have a little bit of flour left.”

“Did you add it to the list on the fridge?”

“I already did, smartass. You were the one who told me to talk.” you laugh slightly when you see him glaring at you, and you move your other hand to rest on his shoulder. “Stop looking all grumpy like that. You’re gonna make me mess up.”

“I am not ‘looking all grumpy’.”

“Oh, you definitely are.” you chide, dabbing his cheek with your makeup sponge. “Ooooh is my grumpy face mad at me?”

“Shut up and just get this over with, will you?” Scaramouche averts his gaze. “Absolute terror.”

You move on to doing his eyeliner before you continue talking, “I could help you cook dinner tonight if you want.”

“Absolutely not,” he answers curtly. “You’re still banned from the kitchen.”

“The thing that happened with the air fryer wasn’t even that bad.” you protest.

“Do I need to remind you what happened? You quite literally –”

“Okay fine, maybe I should leave the cooking to you today. But one day you’ll lift my ban from my own fucking kitchen.”

“Not happening until you learn how to actually cook.”

“Gonna need a good teacher for that, so why don’t you teach me?” you jest

He gives you an incredulous look before responding, “Sure. Whatever. Are you done with my eyeliner yet?”

“Stop moving and I’ll get done quicker.”

✧— previous — masterlist — next —✧

summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?

author's notes:

they're definitely not in love guys trust me

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[percivalias]

Oh, extinct birds, how I love you and miss you.

In order:

White swamphen (Porphyrio albus), native to Lord Howe Island

Huia (Heteralocha acutirostris), native to Aotearoa New Zealand

Dodo (Raphus cucullatus), native to Mauritius

Laughing owl (Ninox albifacies), native to Aotearoa New Zealand

Mysterious starling (Aplonis mavornata), native to Mauke

North Island giant moa (Dinornis novaezealandiae), native to Aotearoa New Zealand

O'ahu 'ō'ō (Moho apicalis), native to O'ahu

[Image IDs in alt text.]

[matthewmoorwood]

The cycle of abuse that all the Farseers go though oh I'm ILL.

horrific of Robin Hobb to make me suffer through the agony of Fitz's childhood of trauma and pain and then show me Fitz trying to help Dutiful navigate HIS trauma and pain. Fucking fuck.

Both of them had their first Wit bond be one of the worst things to ever happen to them.

Nothing breaks my heart like how much the cat earnestly loves Dutiful like she just wants to hunt and get her fur brushed :C

It's so sick how ultimately Nighteyes and the cat are so similar because Fitz and Duitiful are so similar, both of them want equally to be beasts and also be loved yet because of who they're bonded to they are forced into a life in which that can never be possible.

I'm so sick and ill and dying and suffering over these characters MAAAN.

Fitz is going THROUGH it watching Duitiful be abused for the singlular crime of being uneducated. If anyone actually cared about the fucking Farseer children beyond what they can do for the Six Duchies then they would've stoppped pretending like the entire bloodline isn't drenched in Skill and Wit like GUYS.

Time and time again we're shown that neglecting these truths leads to so much harm and yet everyone is like "haha what if it continued anyway"

Regal, Chade, and Verity you will ANSWER for your fucking crimes >:C

RAAH.

It's not even Fitz's fault that he wasn't a 'good dad' because my guy was literally sexually assaulted into having a son. Like fuck dude. I wouldn't want to live my life in Buckkeep trauma town either! Even if I wasn't fake killed!

Also horrible that Beloved who thinks he's to blame for everything that Fitz has ever been through is so content to die for the small reason that it MIGHT make Nighteyes live a little longer and thus mean he hurts Fitz a little less is SICK AND TWISTED.

Fuck you Peladine all my homies fucking hate Peladine.

OH YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK

I KNEW I KNEW I KNEW THAT THE DOMESTIC FUCKING FITZ AND NIGHTEYES FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING SCENES WERE BECAUSE OF THIS SHIT HAVE THEY NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH????

HAVE THEY NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH??? BROTHER!!!!!!

Also. Bro. Starling. I thought u were chill. Like not chill to lie to Fitz that was fucked but now. Ugh. I'm so exhausted I just. Ugh. I literally need to have a big sleep and probably a cry to process this fucking book.

I swear to god I'm gonna rip all my hair out. Like Fitz CANT tell my guy Duitiful who he is, but at the same time its gonna be shitshow when he finds out.

I'm actually so fucking diseased.

Though I will say it is a balm for the soul watching Duitiful try to interact with Fitz his weird fake magic dad and Fitz's equally weird nobleman husband. He's probably like Dang, two father figures for the price of one.

I don't even. What I do. I just need a a sleep.

[rotting-ink]

Hewwo inkamus stinkamus prime!

Twas wondering how the ROs act when having sex and it turns out it's not only their partner's first time with *them,* but with having sex *at all*

Love and kissies, qui :3

Hello sweet Qwikus.

L. Rawlins- Mid sex? Oh god. Immediately stops, needs to check youre alright, even though first time sex with L would already be slow and gentle. But now they have a little voice thats yelling breed breed breed breed!

S Della Rovere- It would surprise them. Looking up form giving you some narsty head, tongue still out. Takes a moment for it to sink in before they pull away and start to grin. Yeah, you're there for anouther hour, they're so excited to see how many orgasms they can wring out of you on your first try.

Z Chambers- Head in hands. Fully feeling bad, you're first time with an undead? Needs your word that yes, you're still okay, you want them to be your first. Then they're incredibly sweet and slow.

V De Winters- Their smile slips for a moment and they look surprised. Something else clouds their face, almost apprehension. Just hums and runs their hands down your sides, as if mulling something over. Then promptly snaps back to how they were, sly smile on. "Well, better make it good, hm?"

Seir- Oh, they know. They know. "I can smell it on you." Seir teases, sharp smile curling along their lips. "And now I can finally wring that scent from your body. Spoil you."

Saleos- Once again. "Pet, I know. Your virginity burns in you in a very noticeable way." And noses along your stomach, down to your pubic bone. "And now I get to tarnish it."

Starling Knight- "... Shit." Eyeing you. "Should have told me before we started." Going to spend more time easing you into it, but more or less the same. Doesn't think virginity is that special but knows as this a new experience, they should put effort into making sure youre relaxed.

A Lancaster-It's more likely that you and A's first time is rushed, very sudden, and with them pressing their lips against yours, keeping you quiet around their compatriots. When told afterwards, they stare. "... Oh fuck. Shit. Sorry, I-" Flushes. Would lately worship you with oral, fingering, anything you wanted, to desperately make it up to you.

E Rawlins- Oh, they're feral. Pupils dilate, would start panting. Obviously so deeply aroused at this fact. No easing you into it. Wants to spend hours seeing what makes you tick, with small breaks inbetween. All of this to show you that this is what you deserve, this mindless relentless sexual pleasure, with them.

Quincy Beaumont- Coos at you. Cupping your face. "Oh darling!" Finds you adorable. But also feels so so greedy. It's going to them. Quincy wants to be the one who takes it from you, they find the concept dizzying with pleasure. Spends hours worshiping you first, shut up in their flat with you.

D Woolf- Their ears go red. Stutters. They... They are too. Look at you, two virgins sitting together. Would happily explore with you, making up for their own experience with enthusiasm.

[festivalsofmargot]

Sebastian Sallow Discovers ASMR {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Sebastian finds that he really enjoys watching you do your makeup, he’d go as far as saying it relaxes him. But when you two make a deal for you to practice the school play’s makeup on him, he couldn’t be more on edge. But then you treat him so delicately, and he’s never felt more safe. (Bending the rules so students can go in each other’s common rooms and dorms)

Word Count: ~ 2,100

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Did I headcannon at 2am watching Starling ASMR - Makeup and Beauty trying to fall asleep? Yes, I did. And I’m tired of pretending I didn’t. Lmfao, this is definitely one of the more different things I’ve written but I had a lot of fun. God, I love ASMR. I wonder what people thought of it in a time like the 1890s when it didn’t have a name to it.

Songs (if interested): 

The Chairman’s Waltz - John Williams, Itzhak Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma

Chef’s Special - Nicholas Britell

You are My Baby Miss -  조영욱과 THE SOUNDTRACKINGS

Sebastian lounged on your bed with his arms folded behind his head. He eyed you as you did your makeup, pressing the fluffy brushes over your eyelids. It had always been relaxing watching you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Maybe it was how delicate your hand movements were, the powder flicking off your brush and turning into little speckles that slowly fell through the air, or even the soft noises you made while you focused.

You asked him once why he’d got so quiet. He wasn’t ashamed to admit you doing yourself up was fascinating to witness. You only hummed in amusement then, thinking he was being cheeky and not genuine.

Every time the two of you would go somewhere that wasn’t going to be a physically demanding outing, you liked to get dolled up. It was therapeutic to you, and ever since Sebastian got a glimpse of the process, it had been therapeutic to him too. He used to keep his glances at you subtle and sneaky, but seeing how fixated you were and realizing you wouldn’t notice, he began to blatantly stare.

Tonight was a student dinner with Professor Hecat’s top duelists, and Sebastian was keen on getting to your dorm in time. “When will you be ready?” He had asked. 

“I’d say half an hour before the dinner, I think.” You replied. 

“I’ll be ready and at your dorm before then.” 

“You’re always welcome.” You told him absentmindedly, not thinking anything of it.

“I’m sorry, I’m taking so long with this.” You mused as you leaned back from the mirror to look over your work so far. “I can meet up with you at the dinner so you don’t have to sit through this.”

He gave a little shrug, keeping his gaze on you. “I’m fine here.”

“Maybe after, I can do yours.” You jested.

“Absolutely not.” He said without missing a beat, yet still transfixed. Although, he was curious if those brushes felt as nice on the skin as they looked.

You leaned into the mirror again, a smirk gracing your lips. “But I could make you look oh so pretty, Sebastian.”

He only shook his head, he would roll his eyes but he didn’t want to stop observing you.

“That reminds me. I volunteered to do makeup for the school play coming up. I know how to do my own, but I’ve never done someone else’s face. Could I practice on you?”

“No.” 

You laughed at his quick rejection. “Please, Seb? You can ask me for whatever you want in return.”

“Tempting.” Of anyone he could have in his debt, you were always his top choice.

“I’ll only do the boys’ style, I swear. It’ll be natural, just a bit touched up for the stage. I’ll have a rag so you can wipe it off as soon as I’m done.”

He continued eyeing you as he thought on it. “I can ask for whatever I want?”

You glanced back at him then, nodding your head.

“Before or after you're done?”

You pursed your lips. It was risky, but you knew he’d only agree to it if you agreed blindly. “After.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Now how can I say ‘no’ to an offer that enticing?”

You turned to him fully, eyes wide. “Really?!”

“Don’t get too excited, you don’t know what I’m going to ask of you. I’d rather we both be on edge about this, not just me.”

You bit back your giddiness and nodded in agreement. “Alright.” You turned back to the mirror. 

This was always Sebastian’s favorite part. You took out a little container, dipped your finger in it, then dabbed the glistening substance on your lips, making them shine. Every time you got to this step, it took everything in him not to stride up and kiss you senseless.

-

Sebastian met you in the undercroft the following night. You had conjured up a couch and enlarged it a bit so that it could fit the both of you while he laid back and you sat next to him. 

“Now just relax, I promise this won’t be as dreadful as you imagine.” You pushed gently on his chest to coax him down.

He eyed you and your makeup kit cautiously as he was pushed back. “Why did I agree to this again?” Despite his overall uneasiness, he loosened up a bit when your eyes started looking over his features, giving him this sense that you would treat him with care.

“Anything you want once I’m done, that’s the deal.” You reminded him for what felt like the hundredth time. You looked away from him and down to your kit to start picking out some brushes before he could back out. 

“What if Ominis comes down here?”

“Ominis is blind. Haven’t you heard?”

“You’re hysterical.” Sebastian exhaled. He tried to relax as he layed back on the couch, folding his arms behind his head like he did in your dorm room. Maybe he could fall asleep and this would all be over before he knew it. 

Placing the brushes on your lap, you turned your attention back to him. You brought your hands up and combed his hair back with your fingers, moving any stray strands out of the way. He went still, not wanting you to stop this first step. He’d admit, it was a nice start to all of this. 

You pulled away all too soon and reached down to grab a bottle of clear liquid, he hadn’t the slightest clue of what. You emptied some of it onto your palm, then set it aside. Turning back to him, he watched as you warmed the substance between your hands. You then patted it onto his face, a pleasurable, cooling sensation hitting his skin. Not so bad yet, I suppose.

Once you were done, you waved a hand over his face to get the liquid to dry faster and the cooling sensation intensified. Not so bad. Keeping your hand going, you looked for something in your kit to even out his color. 

“I’d hate to cover your freckles. I’ll do something light.” You were so deep in thought, your voice came out soft and nearly in a whisper. It had done something tingly to the back of his neck.

“Hmm.” Was all he could manage as he kept his gaze on you.

You took out a container with what looked like a tinted paste in it. You dabbed some of it onto the back of your hand, then brought a brush up and coated the bristles with it. Looking back at him, you expected to see more panic now that you were dealing with color. But he couldn’t seem more at ease as he looked back at you.

You cupped his jaw lightly, tilting his chin up a bit as you started to glide the brush along his face. Have your hands always been this soft? The wetness of the foundation coating his skin mixed with the fluffiness of the bristles felt better than he imagined.

He had initially wanted to fall asleep to get this over with, but now he was fighting to stay awake. He’d never admit it, but he hoped this would last hours. He had always felt safe being with you, but this was on a whole other level. Even if this did all end with him looking like a clown, he couldn’t work himself up enough to care at the moment. He’d daresay he was feeling a little seduced as well.

Keeping a tender hold on him, you finished with the brush and looked over your work so far. “Looks like a light layer works fine.” You said, your voice still unintentionally quiet just as it had been a few moments ago.

That shivering sensation returned and coursed down his spine, it was intoxicating. He didn’t care what you put on him next. Just keep touching him and talking as you were and he’d be compliant.

Releasing him, you went to take out a blush powder and picked up a clean brush. Sebastian watched, mesmerized as you dipped then tapped the brush on the compact to get rid of any excess. The light tapping sound and the slow fall of the powdery cloud had his insides turning into putty. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh with this.” 

“I trust you.” He found himself saying.

You smiled, meeting his eyes then. You scooted closer to him and he welcomed it, shifting so you could have more room. “I just want to�� make you look… sunkissed.” You drawled your hushed words as you concentrated on his face, brushing lightly at his cheeks, then his nose, then his forehead.

His eyes glazed over. If he wasn’t spellbound before, he was now. “How much longer am I at your disposal?” He tried to keep up his annoyed act, but it was long gone. The overwhelming calm he felt came out clear as day in his voice. Please say forever.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” 

No.

You returned to your kit and dug around. “Now this is where you might hate me.”

“Doubt it.” Paint me up as a king’s jester, I don’t care anymore. Whatever it was you were putting on him next, he noticed it was sparkly. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. “In for a penny.”

“That’s the spirit.” You dipped your middle finger in, then smeared a touch of the substance onto his cheek bones. It was the finishing touch and you studied his features. He knew you were only looking over your work rather than him, but he still felt a great sense of warmth being under your gaze like this.

Putting everything away, you rubbed your hands together, wiping off any lingering makeup. You took out your wand then. “I want to check one thing. Lumos.” You recited with a flick of your wand. You held the light on one side, seeing how the highlight you added on his cheek bones would reflect, then you checked the other side.

What in Merlin’s name was this sensation you were invoking in him? It was bewitching really, giving him all these goosebumps as you were. You had managed to get his skin to prickle with only your gaze.

You nodded your head in approval. “I think I can go a bit heavier for the play, but this is a good start.” Swishing your wand, you put out your light. You conjured a hand mirror and handed it to him. “Look at you, handsome.” 

He grunted taking the mirror from you, then he looked himself over. Oh, I really did have nothing to worry about. He looked as he normally did, just a bit more awake and as if he had been in the sun all afternoon. He tilted his face in the light so he could see what effect that sparkly stuff had on him. He wasn’t crazy about glittering in such a way, but he wasn’t as horrified as he expected he would be.

“Aguamenti.” He heard you recite, wetting a rag for him. You took the mirror from him and set it aside, then moved towards him even closer. “Here.” With the slightest amount of pressure, you began scrubbing his face. You thought for sure he’d scowl and swat you away like a child, wanting to do it himself. But he remained yielding.

His eyes were closed as you wiped everything off of his face. He looked so peaceful. Temptation taking over, your scrubbing slowed to a halt, and you brushed your lips over his. You were only there long enough for a peck, but you could feel him lean into it. His eyes fluttered open to look at you. 

“Sorry.” You said lightly. Sebastian didn’t think you sounded sorry.

“Anything I ask, right?” His hand reached up and cupped your neck.

This time, it was you who was compliant. “Anything.”

He pushed you back on to the couch and positioned himself on top of you. Though he was in control now, he was still heavily under your spell. He kissed you deep and slow. Then brought his mouth down to your neck and started sucking sweetly. 

“Seb, you’re gonna leave a mark.” You protested weakly, reveling too much in the feel of it to push him away.

“Anything I want.” He reminded you, and continued his work.

[heartfullofleeches]

so i accidentally stumbled across your morse code alien when it showed up in my for you and i just….stopped functioning when i read it

could you please tell them this (i am shameless)

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thank you and love you :)

Mono's eye shines a deep fuchsia at your words. They press a finger to their translator collar; the device shutting down as they respond.

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Translations under cut [suggestive text warning]

Ask: [I WANT TO GET RUINED BY YOU, I WANT MY LEGS TO GO NUMB AND I CAN"T WALK FOR DAYS BECAUSE OF YOU. THE AMOUNT OF SELF CONTROL I NEED AS TO NOT TAKE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU IS INSANE. MAKE ME YOURS AND USE ME]

Answer: [“Oh? And how could I not allow my starling the chance to indulge when they’ve offered themselves to be so beautifully? It delights me so to see you want me as badly as I need you.. I’ll be sure to take proper care of you, and make an absolute mess of you, before giving you time to recover so we can do it all over again. You are forever mine as I am yours”]

[r3g-p14y3r]

HeheheHEHEHEHEHEHE seven-hundred and twenty-six words worth of angst.

CW: death

Still Here.

…

Why are human lives so short?

Pen brushes their digits over the damp soil that lays in front of their seated form.

Here. Here is where you lie. The headstone may have been corroded to the point of illegibility with the passage of time, but they still remember where you were buried.

“Hey comet,” Pen softly addresses the worn stone. “Hope you’re doing well here. I…I know it’s been a while since I last visited, I’m sorry. Even after so many decades, it’s hard to bring myself here and remind myself that you’re gone. Me and my brothers still miss you.”

Gone. Is that what you are? Away from this world, away from where they and their siblings can reach you? Where they can hold you once more in their arms when their spark finally dies out? When that happens, can they?

Could they?

It still hurts so much, your passing. It really doesn’t feel all that long ago when you stargazed with them and took care of the children, despite the number of human generations that’ve gone by.

Around the gravesite, flowers of many colours bloom and brighten the atmosphere, at least by a little. Just like you, these plants don’t last long. It’s a reminder of sorts, he supposes, and also a source of comfort. The petals are as bright as you were in his life and his brothers; it makes the place feel like it still has you around.

“Lunar, while still refusing to visit you, is doing better. He’s started patrolling again…though he says they’re much more lonely now without you to accompany him. Helio continues to watch the stars and imagine you’re there among them. I do so too.” Penumbra pauses for a while and takes that brief silence to rove his optics over the garden that lays before him. He did consider planting a willow tree, what with the longer lifespan, symbolism and all, but chose flowers instead. They seemed more in line with what he had in mind: respect for you and your humanity.

“It’s a nice thought,” he adds gingerly.

It’s nowhere near dark enough to spot those shining lights, but he turns his helm towards the sky anyways. They can still recall what it felt like with you in their palm, so small, so fragile as they listened to you talk of the little starlings with pride and joy in your voice. And when you’d lean against their thumb as you slowly drifted into dreamland under that speckled sky, that’s when their spark would warm the most. Moments like that remind him of how much you trust h— trusted him.

Said starlings have long since passed as well. He watched them grow, learn, struggle, thrive—

—and die.

“Perhaps when my spark extinguishes, I can join you among those stars. It’d be lovely to see them up close with you. Helio and Lunar would love to as well, I believe. We could all explore your Milky Way together, along with our little ones.”

Pen falls silent. He’s heard of the belief of souls in human culture. Of reincarnation, of sticking around the living plane and watching over loved ones.

Maybe you are watching over them right now? The notion causes a fire to burn in the back of his eyes. “Oh, comet…” their voice breaks at last.

It feels like his spark chamber is being teared open from the inside out. It hurts. He can’t bear to look at that veil above Earth anymore and buries his face into his hands. They try not to cry, they really do, but his efforts aren’t enough.

They sob out your name in a way that calls for one more hug, one more kiss, one more night of spending time under the stars with you. Just one more time.

They’re still here, and you are not. You aren’t here to wipe away their tears and comfort them. You aren’t here to hold their pinky with those tiny hands in a heartwarming display and assure them that you’re alright and at peace.

You aren’t here, nor are the children.

Penumbra curls in on himself further and continues to cry out your name in heartbroken pleas that’ve long grown quiet with strain. They don’t know what to do other than let out all the pain in this vibrant, lonely garden.

They hope you aren’t suffering, watching them bawl like this over your grave in agony.

They hope you aren’t crying too.

[mosneakers]

Starling: [Calling out] Baaabe? I'm home!

Mira: In here, darling!

Mira: [Sweeps strand of Starling's hair] I've missed you so much. How was shooting?

Starling: Excruciating. Long days of flawless acting and carrying everyone else's performances can be so draining. And lonely! I've missed you too, my love.

Mira: Well, you're about what, halfway through, now?

Starling: Almost half. I'm glad to be back home for a while. What are you doing here in the closet?

Mira: Oh nothing, just... storing away some outfits that my mother sent. Starling: Tatiana sent you outfits? What for? Mira: She sent us outfits, actually. She's invited us to her stupid election party and requested that we try on a bunch of overpriced dresses and whatnot.

Starling: Wait... she invited us, as in ME? To be your date? Mira: Well, yeah. Remember, she found out about us recently. You are my wife, after all. Starling: Yeah but... I... I guess I expected her to invite what's-her-face. Mira: Coraleye? No, Coraleye's definitely going to be attending Jill Smith's party to support her. That's Tycho's cousin after all.

Starling: Have you tried on any of them yet? ...The outfits?

Mira: No. There's no need. I also plan on attending Smith's party.

Starling: Whoa, hang on now! Let's not get carried away! There's no harm in just... looking, right? What if they're gorgeous?! Mira: I'm not interested. I don't necessarily agree with all of her policies, but... For Rorie's sake, I'm voting for Jill Smith. Starling: Who cares who you vote for? That's not relevant! Knowing her, that's thousands of simoleons worth of designer gowns to pick from! How come I don't get a say in this matter?

Mira: You... you're really interested in attending Tatiana's event?

Starling: [Shrugs] I mean... why not?

Mira: [Sighs] That place will be crawling with thirsty blood-suckers and it's not a safe place to be, that's why. Plus I already promised everyone I'd go to Jill's. Starling: Well... what if we went to both? You have been working on the "Transportalate" spell. Can't you just open a portal and we can travel back and forth between parties, throughout the night?

Mira: I mean, I'd have to do a lot of practicing, but I guess I could pull it off. But that wouldn't solve the safety issue. I'd rather avoid anyone sinking their fangs into my wife. Starling: Niko will keep us safe. He's a trusted protector, best bodyguard I've ever had! Mira: Darling, with all due respect, Niko is still human, unfortunately he wouldn't stand a chance if a vampire lost control.

Niko: ....

Starling: Hmm… well, you’re already friends with the Vatores, I’m sure they can offer a little bit of protection if you asked. And then…What about the Sage?

Mira: The Sage?

Starling: Yeah. You know, The one who willingly entered a relationship with Coraleye for some reason?

Mira: …You mean Morgyn?

[legendofmorons]

Time gives you a flower

Rating: G

Reader: gn

Pairing- Time x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining

Summary: Time gives you a flower, and you press it. He is amazed by the other pressed flowers and plants you have.

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Time takes first watch as the others all start winding down... or are already asleep in Sky's case. He pays special attention to your form as you struggle to get your bedroll to cooperate.

He smiles softly to himself, watching your triumphant little wiggle as you cover yourself up.

The fire is warm, dancing and flickering as the others slowly fall asleep.

Time stands from his spot by the fire. He wants to do one last permitted sweep before he settles in for the watch shift.

He walks around the permiter- slow and methodical. His sword at the ready.

The night air is cool as stars come to life above.

He can hear the others moving to get comfortable. And he's just glad everyone is on one place and safe. They've all had a rough few days

As he makes it to halfway around the perimeter, he sees a bit of color among the grass. Bright and stark against the lush green field bordering the forest.

He stops beside the color- a flower.

He's found a flower.

It's pretty, and he recognizes it from his own home. The first of the flowers around it to bloom- it's a violet. The purple is a light shade- but a cheerful color.

He feels a soft smile at the sight. His mind flits to you if all things- how you might look holding the flower.

Oh well- he knows he's down bad. Why shouldn't be think about giving you a flower?

You deserve one after all you've done. Especially today! You had to solo a silver lynel after they got separated.

You deserve more than a flower for that ome- but it would be a start.

Time isn't sure how to give you a flower without betraying his feelings- but he's way more interested in you having it than anything else.

So he picks the violet, gentle with it as he does. He stands, flower still in hand.

He finishes the permiter check, his mind barely focused on it. Thank the stars for muscle memory.

Time sits back down by the fire, stating into it as he contemplates how to give you the flower.

How would you react? Would you be happy and like the flower? Are you allergic to it? He hopes not.

Maybe this isn't such a hood idea-

He hears movement.

Time looks up, gaze landing on your figure as you get out of your bedroll.

"Y/n?" He asks, loud enough to hear bit not enough to wake the others.

"Time." You say, walking towards him.

"What's going on? I thought you were exhausted. "

Your soft smile makes his heart do a funny two step. He loves when you share such a gentle moment with him.

"I am. I just can't sleep." You sigh, moving the last several feet to the log he is on.

You sit beside him. Leaving a little space between you but only a few inches.

"Oh. Well... If you want to talk I'm here."

"I appreciate that but I'm okay. I think I'm just jittery."

"That makes sense... The whole hero gig means you attract trouble- with so many of us...."

"I don't mind. I'm glad we're not alone doing this."

Time looks at you- you who seems to always understand what people need.

"Me too."

You looks at him, eyes landing on the violet. And you aren't sure what to think, it's pretty- his hand dwarfs it of course... but something about the flower in his hand makes you feel all soft.

"The Violet is pretty."

"Oh-!" Time starles before he continues, "I found it. You can have it if you like."

You can feel your face warn- though if asked you will blame the fire. "I'd like that."

Time could kiss you- you just saved him the trouble of figuring out how to gift you this. He won't kiss you, not without consent. He is a gentleman.

But he could.

He holds the flower out to you, watching with bated breath.

You take the flower, admiring it.

"Thank you, Time." You say, and you sound so awed it nearly breaks him.

"Anytime."

"I'll have to press this." You say, more to yourself than anyone else.

"Press it?"

"Yeah, press it! I have a bunch of pressed flowers. With all the shit life throws at anyone, I like to hold on to nice things."

Time shouldn't be suprised. You've always been hood at uplifting people. You would have something to make you happy to- or he would hope so at least.

"Can I see?" He asks.

You grin, "Yeah! Just give me a second."

You stand then, moving towards your bedroll and belongings

Time mourns the loss of your body heat as you leave. But he loves how happy you loon.

You kneel by your pack, pulling out a large book. It's bound in leather and looks well loved.

Time watches you come back, violet and book in hand.

You sit back down. This time, your knee touches his.

"I use the book to press flowers." You explain, opening the book to a random page before setting the violet on the open page- setting it bloom side up.

You close th book on the violet before opening the back cover.

In the back cover is a pressed clover and a pressed daisy. Both are preserved just so.

"Oh-" Time manages, suprised by the good condition of the plants.

"I have a lot of them- more back home."

"How often do you do this?"

"As often as I can."

"They're really pretty ." Time says, though he wants to add that you're also pretty.

"Thanks."

You look at him again, shutting the book gently.

He looks- well his gaze is soft. And he looks so open and relaxed it's hard to not feel special.

The others joke about how you're his favorite- you don't believe them... but moments like this make you wish they were right.

"Thank you again for the flower." You say.

"I'll bring you more of you like."

"I'd love that. Thank you, Link." You day- though you wish you hadn't said his name. That's so personal. What if you made it weird.

Time has to stop himself from grinning, instead he settles for a soft smile. "It's nice to hear my real name."

"Well... Keep bringing me flowers and I'll keep calling you by name."

"Deal."

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Round Four: Berthasaura vs Caihong

Berthasaura leopoldinae

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Bertha and Leopoldina’s reptile (in honour of naturalist and women’s rights activist Bertha Maria Júlia Lutz, and first Empress of Brazil and advocate for Brazilian independence Maria Leopoldina)

Time: Uncertain, likely ~121 to 75 million years ago (Aptian to Albian stages of the Early Creataceous) but may be younger

Location: Goio-Erê Formation, Brazil

Theropods are famously carnivorous dinosaurs, but many, many groups of theropods have decided “actually but what if I didn’t” and gone vegetarian, and yet it’s still wild when another one of those pops up every now and then. Even among them though, Berthasaura is special for being the only theropod that seems to have tried to just straight up turn itself into an ornithopod. The long spindly legs, the teeny little arms, and a big head with a toothless beak all come together to create an utterly bizarre little theropod that honestly nobody could have predicted.

Berthasaura is a noasaur, and those of you familiar will at this moment be saying “oh of course it’s a noasaur” because those guys were small ceratosaurs that were basically Theropod Wacky Experimental Phase 1.0. Within this group you’ve got wild sticky-outy teeth, a single weight-bearing toe on each foot in our fellow competitor Vespersaurus, and now multiple instances of beaks evolving independently. Theropods just love to evolve a beak, what can I say? Whatever the hell Berthasaura had going on, it must have been successful because as the basalmost noasaurid currently known its direct lineage has been surviving since at least the Late Jurassic!

Caihong juji

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Rainbow with big crest

Time: 161 million years old (Oxfordian stage of the Late Jurassic)

Location: Tiaojishan Formation, China

It’s always a special treat to hear the announcement of a dinosaur with known colours, because it gives the most direct impression of how truly stunning these animals would have been to witness in real life. And Caihong might just be the most spectacular of them all so far, described in 2018 from an immaculate full-body fossil that preserves detailed feathers! Caihong’s feathers are longer than some other floofy dinosaurs, and would have had the appearance of a luxurious mane along its neck. Not only that, the fossil preserves feather microstructures that in life would have made this dinosaur gloriously iridescent!

Now iridescent dinosaurs aren’t new, Microraptor has been decked out in fabulous starling-esque plumage for a while now, but Caihong absolutely takes it to the next level. Its whole body was covered in iridescent black, including the enormous tail, but the real star of the show are the platelet-like melanosomes found on the head, neck, and the base of the tail. Different from the usual iridescent melanosomes, the structure of these tiny organelles reflects brilliantly iridescent colours, like those on the heads of hummingbirds and particularly the bright purple feathers on the necks of the trumpeter family. Caihong would have put on an absolutely dazzling jewel-toned display in the treetops or on the forest floor of prehistoric China!