#pulling pigtails

[ink-through-her-veins]

Gaius and Geoffrey of Monmouth meet twice a week for tea.

“How’s it going?” Geoffrey asks while pouring Gaius a cuppa.

“About as well as I could hope.”

Gaius settles down into the chair. His bones and the wood creak. The tea is welcome distraction from the chaos in his head.

“Still troublesome?”

“He can’t not be.”

Just then there is screaming in the hall.

“Really Merlin?” Arthur is yelling. “Where did the dog come from? Where did you find such a specimen of a hunting dog, considering you hate hunting!?!”

Gaius hears Merlin splutter and stutter. He pinches the bridge of his nose as a headache builds. Geoffrey watches on with pity in his eyes.

“I got it for you,” Merlin finally says in a soft defeated voice. “I had my mum call in a favor in Ealdor as a thank you for the job.”

The lie sounds hollow to Gaius’ ears. Merlin’s voice wavers and cracks as it pitches up as he lies.

Arthur’s soft “oh” of surprise is lost between the heavy wooden doors and the shelves of books.

“Well that changes things,” Arthur says tersely. “It is a lovely dog, Merlin.” The words are sickeningly sweet.

“Ow!” Merlin shouts. “Why’d you hit me?”

Arthur grumbles. Merlin shouts. There’s curses and insults thrown about.

“You’re such a girl, Merlin!”

“Get off me you overgrown prat!”

“As well as you could hope?” Geoffrey asks watching as his friend loses control of his face.

Gaius’ eyebrow cocks up in challenge.

“I dare not hope for anything more.”

[quotablefanfiction]

Jiang Wanyin fists the front of Wei Wuxian’s robes. “Why do you have to be like this,” he demands while Nie Huaisang props himself up against a tree, crying into his fan. “I’m so glad I came back this year.”

Wei Wuxian always makes things interesting (chp. 1)

Pigtail Pulling by protos_metazu_ison (AO3) Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed – General – Lan Zhan/Wei Ying #Fluff and Humor #Crack Treated Seriously #Cloud Recesses Shenanigans

“Tell me I’m beautiful, Lan er-gege!”

“You are well aware you are beautiful,” Lan Wangji says.

Wei Wuxian trips over Jiang Wanyin and sends both of them to the ground in a tangle of limbs and bruises.

[kittyinshadows]

hey I know this is a long shot since it's been years but do you ever have plans to come back to pulling pigtails no rush or pressure either way ofc i've been re reading it for a while now though and figured I'd ask to see if there was ever going to be anything more in store

hi hey yes i do plan on coming back to it just like after my last update the worst 3 years of my life started and is still happening😬

so uhhhhhhhh yea i will be back,,,wait for me,,,,i miss it,,,my boys,,,,

[duckysprouts]

book jaime lannister is the funniest boy because from birth he’s constructed a grand narrative in his mind that he is the perfect knight to his sister-wife’s perfect maiden, a relationship that exists solely to fuel their mutual narcissism and help him cope with his chronic identity crisis/trauma, only to see a buff girl naked for the first time and come to the subconscious realization that it’s actually HIM who is the maiden to brienne’s knight and proceeds to spend the rest of their trip using preschool tactics of annoying her to death so that she can notice him and sweep him off his feet (it works)

[auspicioustidings]

Price's retirement plan is property, he already has several flats being rented out. An agency handles all of them except one. No, that one, he handles. There is nothing he enjoys more than getting back from deployment and having several angry voicemails and emails from his bitchy little tenant. It's one of the simple joys in life knocking on her door for an "inspection" at stupid o'clock in the morning. The absolute indignation she has when he goes all condescending on her about the boiler makes him smile. He knows she's hiding a cat, he's not stupid, but that one he'll pretend he doesn't know since she actually might move if he were to bring it up, and he cannot have that. Although if she even thinks about bringing a man around then she'll find her landlord at her door with noise complaints.

[nurseydexunsolved]

“ronan’s second secret was perfect in its concealment” is so funny cause like. was it, ronan? was it really

[fmlopla]

Sanji dissociating post-wci/post-wano and the crew has noticed and doesn’t know what to do but Zoro just goes over to him and yanks on his hair and immediately Sanji comes back to himself before launching a kick and fighting with Zoro.

[pixlatedvampire]

I’d like to personally thank Joey and Anya for their roles in the iconic "that’s my wife!" scene. Making it possible for this comic and all my headcanons about how yennefer and jaskier are silly w each other to be practically canon ^-^ 🌸

I think that yennefer can strategically be so so nice to jaskier as a form of warfare as a treat 💕☺️

[tiktaalic]

Straight up crazy town to believe that Dean knows he’s in love before cas does. Be sooooooooooooooo for real right now.

[fanghuas]

he's having a normal one

[ink-through-her-veins]

Arthur starts out as an insufferable spoiled brat who falls madly in love with his mouthy servant. So madly in love that he risks his life time and again to save Merlin. Thankfully, Merlin’s an oblivious idiot. Unfortunately, the people around him are not. So while Merlin doesn’t notice that Arthur’s so in love with him he can’t function, everyone else is like “he’s so in love with you, he’d die for you” and Merlin’s like “nah, he’d do that for anyone. He’s just like that.”

And now, sweating bullets, Arthur has to start risking his life for peasants and anyone in danger like he’s truly noble, or Merlin’s gonna figure out that he’s in love with him.

Literally, Arthur experienced so much character growth to keep himself in that closet when he could of just said, “Nope, it’s you Merlin. I don’t give a flying fuck about anyone else.”

[skitskatdacat63]

Actually speechless at this right now oh my god....

[afterschoolcrewz]

ava having an email account named after janine

[acatnamedkitten]

Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

🎙️🪽🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🪽🎙️

At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

🎙️🪽🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🦌🐈‍⬛🪽🎙️

"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

[machinthemachine]

I don't know if anyone's done this yet but-

[wiverly]

Slade: Hi, are you a pastry chef?

Dick: No, why?

Slade: Because your dad is a real pastry.

Dick: What?

Slade: Oh shit, sorry! You are the pastry, not your father, he is the pastry chef. Never mind, bye.