#sparkles are primarily tiny things

[tokiponizing-posts]

jan Imactuallyagiraffe:

a, o pilin ike ala. kasi suli li kama tan ma.

lili suno li lon sewi pimeja pi tenpo mun

soweli li lon kasi.

hey don’t cry. trees grow out of the ground.

[peppymintdreams]

Sakuverse Daycare: Painting with the Stars and Shadows

The daycare was unusually quiet this morning, save for the soft scratch of brushes against paper and the occasional giggle from across the room. Today was Art Day, and the children were gathered around tiny tables, each lost in their own creative world.

The smell of paint filled the air—bright reds, sunny yellows, deep blues, and a smattering of glitter because Elias insisted that “space has to sparkle.”

At the far end of the table, Isaac sat with his brush poised delicately in his hand, dabbing soft strokes onto his paper. His painting was a carefully crafted image of a woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile—his mother.

Andrew, seated beside him, was intensely focused, recreating a famous art piece from memory. His canvas was a swirl of shapes and colors, an abstract interpretation of Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night.

“Andrew,” Isaac whispered, tilting his head, “is that a galaxy or… a really dizzy sky?”

Andrew smirked. “Both. Art is open to interpretation.”

Luca, sitting across from them, was hunched over his paper, tongue peeking out in concentration. He was painting Bunny—a masterpiece of soft browns, pink ears, and a big, lopsided smile.

“Almost done, Bunny,” Luca murmured to his stuffed friend, who sat propped up beside him, supervising the work.

Elias, however, was anything but quiet. He was all in—a blur of motion as he painted the solar system with bold strokes. His planets were vibrant and alive, each one swirling with glitter and neon colors.

“Look!” Elias declared, pointing to his paper. “The Sun! And here’s Saturn with all its rings! Oh, and this one—this one’s a comet! It’s flying across space!”

Luca peeked over. “Wow, Elias. Your space looks… sparkly.”

“Because space should be sparkly,” Elias grinned. “It’s a cosmic disco.”

Amid the chatter and laughter, Xanthus sat quietly at the edge of the table, painting with slow, deliberate strokes. His paper was different—dark, almost entirely black, with hints of deep purples and blues swirling in the background. At the center was a single figure, small and fragile, standing beneath a looming, shadowy sky.

The other kids paused, noticing the contrast.

Elias, always curious, leaned over. “Xanthus, what are you painting?”

Xanthus didn’t look up. “A place where the light doesn’t reach. A dark place where chaos emerge like the bodies of the Black Death, the blackened, necrotic buboes painful, swollen lymph nodes primarily in the groin, armpits, and neck, accompanied by purplish skin blotches from subdermal hemorrhaging, sunken eyes, and gaunt, fever-ravaged features.”

Elias blinked, his usual grin faltering. “Oh… that’s kinda… dark.”

The teacher, approached, her brow furrowing as she observed Xanthus’ work. “Xanthus, sweetie, that’s very… interesting. But maybe you could try painting something a little brighter? Something… nicer?”

Xanthus finally lifted his eyes, meeting hers with a calm, steady gaze. “But this is nice. It’s just… a different kind of nice.”

She hesitated, then smiled softly. “I suppose art can be many things. But if you ever want to try something happier, let me know, okay? Now I’m going to go back into my office and cry about my life choices”

Xanthus gave a small nod, returning to his painting.

Elias, still watching, felt a strange tug in his chest. He was used to seeing Xanthus quiet and observant, but this felt different—like Xanthus was painting something he couldn’t say out loud.

Elias dipped his brush into bright yellow paint and added a small, glowing star to the corner of Xanthus’ dark canvas.

“There,” Elias said, grinning. “Now your sky has a star. Even dark places need a little light.”

Xanthus stared at the star for a moment, his dark eyes thoughtful. Then, to Elias’ surprise, he dipped his brush into white paint and added a faint, soft glow around the star.

“It shines better now,” Xanthus murmured.

Elias beamed. “See? Teamwork. Even the cosmos can’t handle us.”

Isaac glanced up from his painting, amused. “Elias, you’re not supposed to invade other people’s art.”

“Hey,” Elias shot back, “I’m not invading. I’m collaborating.”

Andrew chuckled softly. “That’s one way to put it.”

Luca, watching quietly, added a tiny star to the corner of his Bunny painting, as if inspired by their conversation.

Miss Parker returned, noticing the subtle transformation of Xanthus’ painting. “Oh! I see you added a star, Xanthus. That’s lovely.”

Xanthus didn’t respond, but a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Elias leaned in, whispering, “I knew you liked it.”

“I didn’t say that,” Xanthus replied softly.

“You didn’t have to.”

As the class continued painting, Elias and Xanthus worked in quiet harmony—light and shadow blending together on a single canvas. And in that moment, both of them realized something important: even in the darkest skies, a single star can make all the difference.

[tetsunabouquet]

Zero Kiryu- His soft, cute side (Headcanon)

A/N: Hereby I will cover Zero, as the request was for both the Kiryu twins. You can find the one for Ichiru here.

-As a little boy he used to sleep with a white stuffed rabbit. -Zero likes holding something when he sleeps. He'll hold onto anything that's within the reach of his arms. Which is why his parents got him the rabbit because he would never let go of Ichiru. This was all fine and dandy until one time where Ichiru couldn't wake his brother up when he was sick and he ended up vomiting over Zero. -Actually loves cute stuff. Animals, babies, cure girls, its his weakness. There are tiny little instances of him being attracted in a sense to things that are cute and innocent. The reason behind this is tragic however. Because he was robbed of his childhood, and could never go back to feeling like a regular kid again after the event with Shizuka. His inner child is craving the comfort that cute things provide. -He keeps the photos Kaien made of him and Ichiru to himself as dear treasures. -On that topic, he also created a photo album of baby Ren because he deep down regretted that the Headmaster never knew his second grandchild and he knew Kaien would have wanted to make a photo album if he had been there. -As an adult, he secretly misses having a pet sometimes. It doesn't have to be a horse again, but he would certainly have liked to own an animal or two. After Kaien's death, he mostly thinks about wanting a cat to keep the headmaster's love for kitty aesthetics with him somehow. -One time during an arts and crafts project Ai made for Zero on Father's Day when she was little, she seriously overdid it with the glitter. His clothes were still carrying glitter traces by the time he had to go to work. The other hunters sure sniffled behind his back at the sight of the sparkles. -Considering the amount of time he spent babysitting AI and the fact he promised to play house with Ren and AI (something we never see Yuki do), its safe to say Zero is the one who primarily plays games with the kids. He would even allow them to dress him up or 'do his hair and make-up' if they pouted cutely enough. -Which is why I think that there was at least one time where he had to pretend to be an evil dragon, with Ai playing princess and Ren playing the brave knight rescuing her sister from the tower. -If Aido wasn't babysitting during the playdates between Ai and Seiya, then Zero was. -Considering Seiya has a niece, this means he also had a younger sibling and I bet Zero was Aido's preferred babysitter for his 2nd child because Zero had already proven himself as a capable babysitter. -Whenever young Ren needed new clothes, it would be Ai and Zero to take her on a shopping trip. -I also think that Zero would often accompany Yuki had time to read Ren bedtime stories. He would always fall asleep beside his daughter, and Yuki thought it was too cute of a scene to wake him up.

[minorisato]

i'll give you an un-experience

transformers / wavewave / wc: 548 / warnings: NSFT / notes: written for kinktober day 22, "cockwarming." TFA S3, pre-"human error" / consider commissioning me!

Soundwave is just so... tiny.

Frankly, it's just ridiculous. For a Decepticon so small, he manages to present such a threat to the Autobot cause- and he manages to win Megatron's favour doing so. It makes the energon running through Shockwave's fuel lines boil, it makes no sense. It shouldn't be any trouble for Shockwave to remain his Lord's most trusted servant, his loyal disciple, and yet, this remains a consistent problem.

Despite so easily gaining his Lord's favour, though, the blue nuisance insists on bother him- he, who is so busy, who has better things to do than waste time indulging the whims of such a pathetic creature.

Again, he can feel himself heating at the mere thought. His servos are shaking. He needs to re-adjust his EM dampeners.

The blue creature is just sitting on his desk, watching Shockwave sort through things- primarily reading and re-reading datapads. Just working. Shockwave wants to knock him off or tell him to shoo, to bother someone else, but he also realizes that reaction would be extreme and unwarranted. In truth, mostly due to Soundwave's small stature and how quiet he can be, he really doesn't pose much of a distraction. The small thing hasn't really done anything wrong. No, he just sits, watching, letting Shockwave work, and Shockwave supposes there isn't really anything wrong about that.

~~~~

It becomes a bit of a habit. Soundwave will watch him work, sitting on Shockwave's desk politefully, quietly. He looks like an imitation of a protoform with his legs dangling off the side of the desk, all tiny bits and pieces. He's about as tall as one of the many datapads strewn about.

And then one day, he isn't.

Don't get Shockwave wrong, Soundwave is still small. He's maybe a third of the larger 'con's size. He barely reaches up to Shockwave's knees, but he is bigger. This is different.

Normally, when Shockwave and the blue bot would sit together, they would not speak. No words would be exchanged- there was a silent agreement to not bug each other. But this was different. It's all different. "Soundwave," the purple mech greets, "you've grown."

Wordlessly, a compartment of some sort opens on Soundwave's chassis, and he retrieves- something. What is that? It's small, rectangular- a cassette. Earth technology? Because he was made on Earth?

"Is this for me?" Shockwave asks, leaning down a bit, extending his claws to grasp for it. Before he can, though, it transforms into a gray and black imitation of an Earthen panther. It hisses at the larger 'con, and Shockwave, surprised, stumbles back, letting out a rather undignified noise. All the anger he felt towards Soundwave suddenly comes rushing back.

The panther-thing jumps out of Soundwave's grasp, trotting around the room- around Shockwave's workspace, and the purple mech is about to start hunting it down before Soundwave speaks. "Soundwave: Has children."

It takes a good klik for Shockwave's internal processes to connect the dots, from "children" to "Earth small creature" to "human small creature" to "human sparkling" to "sparkling." Soundwave has... a sparkling. Multiple sparklings.

For once in his life, Shockwave finds himself cursing his inexpressive frame. Had he optical ridges, they would be furrowed in sheer frustration. "You do not have sparklings."

"Soundwave: Has sparklings," the blue mech simply repeats, swapping out the human term for something more applicable.

Shockwave brings his servos up to his helm, cradling his face. "You do not have sparklings. You don't even know what sparklings are."

"Soundwave: Received gift," he elaborates, "from the other Decepticons. Soundwave: Has sparklings." Shockwave is staring down at the blue mech, really trying to figure out if Soundwave is implying what he thinks he's implying, when Soundwave takes a step forward. "Frenzy: Wants brother. Soundwave: Has run multiple tests. Come to conclusion; Shockwave: Most appropriate sire."

Shockwave stares down at him. He's experiencing something like shock- playing at being an Autobot for so long must have really damaged his EM dampeners, really, because he shouldn't even have a reaction to this. Unfortunately, he does. With a clawed servo, he points to himself. "You want me to...?"

"Shockwave: Most appropriate sire," Soundwave repeats, and is he... blushing?

The purple mech straightens himself, really considering it. Soundwave seems to want it- he wouldn't have approached Shockwave if he didn't. Beyond that, the shorter mech is cute, as much as Shockwave hates to admit such a thing. Beyond that, though, Soundwave has thrown off Shockwave's schedule and his work so badly this cycle that he can't help but think letting out this frustration on the smaller might not be an awful idea. His processor, even, supplies him what feels like the perfect idea, and Shockwave sighs.

"Alright," Shockwave agrees. "I will indulge you. But we will do it my way."

~~~~

Several joors later, Shockwave is glad he agreed to this.

He's managed to get quite a surprising amount of work done, with the little mech in his lap. It was cute, watching him slowly work more and more of Shockwave's spike into his small valve, but what was arguably cuter was how he deteriorated around it, how he devolved into whining and begging and glitched vocals and straining as he asked for the chance to overload, please- he was so polite. Shockwave would not give him this, of course. The small mech would earn no respite until Shockwave caught up with every single bit of work the pathetic thing had distracted him from.

"Please," Soundwave could barely beg, static underlying each and every exvent. "Shockwave: Being- being cruel."

"I'm just working," the larger 'con replied, smug. "You are the one who insists on distracting me."

"S-Soundwave: Did not-" and then his vocals cut out badly, audibly fritzing, and he's forced to take a good klik or two to reset them. His calipers cycle around Shockwave, and it really is a tight fit- not that Shockwave has a problem with that. "Did not come to Shockwave to be tortured."

"Tortured?" Shockwave repeats back, almost laughing. "Oh, nonsense. This isn't even close to torture." Had he an intake, he would be smirking. "If you would like that, however, it can definitely be arranged."

"Soundwave: wants to overload-"

"How about," Shockwave interrupts, vocals low, "you be good, and be quiet and still for the rest of the joor, and maybe, maybe if you are very good I will consider letting you overload." A clawed servo grips at Soundwave's thigh, digging into the plating there. "Can you do that?" Shockwave asks, "Can you be a good mech?"

Again, Soundwave resets his vocals, before letting out a soft, "Yes. Yes, Soundwave- Soundwave: Can be good."

"I thought so," Shockwave tells him, and pats his thigh. "Now stay quiet."

[brandwhorestarscream]

The team found the Allspark called it in, and they get carried off by Cybermorphs. They don't even get to call it in.

And the fact they're brought to the throne room given energon? They aren't touching it because clearly this is a trap.

And the way Team Prime is huddle togeather, ploting an escape, the Deceptacons are going "on noes the babies have something wrong with them!" Bonus if spark age most of them should still be sparkling or youngling fraims.

And Starscream just scoopes up one of them possibly swaddles because they're kicking and starts to feed them becaues babies need to eat.

These poor little sparklings must have been through hell if they won't even touch their energon 🥺 its possible they dont even really know how to eat by themselves. Starscream grabs the smallest one and, to stop his thrashing, swiftly wraps him up in the sticky, hyper-tough silk that morphs can mske (something I learned from the second movie I watched last night 😌), preventing too much wiggling and thrashing around. Don't want the baby to hurt himself, after all!

The other sparklings flock around him, clearly distressed at the way he's taken their friend away, tiny hands trying to scale his legs. He ignores them in favor of trying to get the one in his arms to sip from his cube of energon, but the sparkling is stubborn. Won't open his intake for anything

The morphs are at a loss, honestly. These sparklings have been surviving on their own for god knows how long: it makes sense they'd be wary or even afraid of strangers. But they must be hungry! They can't just let them starve! What are they going to do? 🥺

On the other side, Team Prime is actively living through a horror movie, kidnapped by these giant beastly things that keep grabbing them and shuffling them around, trying to get them to drink surely-poisoned energon. None have ever had contact with a cybermorph before--even Ratchet, who was present for the war. He was a field medic, primarily: he's seen the damage they can do but never actually had the misfortune of facing one. Pretty much no one has: if you run into a morph, it's all but a guaranteed death, so they have nothing to go on. They have no concept of what a sparkling is, so they've no idea why the morphs are babying them and not eating them. It's so bizarre

[idiotwithanipad]

Era Swap AU: New home

Myself and @shebeafancyflapjack may have conjoured up another AU👀 what started out as a simple era swap drawing I did months back has ballooned until THIS thing😂

(Note: Altered timeline; Mary is Humphrey's age in this, meaning they were both in their forties in the 1570's)

Ft alternate versions of my OC Amy and her OC Silver

"Hark! There's been another burnings!" The parish crone cried as she limped through the tiny houses and cottages, waving her shillelagh out in front of her like a sword.

"Mummy?..." The contented peasant daughter seemed concerned and out of sorts after watching the knobbly kneed old woman scurry past their window.

Mary, standing before a small cauldron of cooking stew stared down into the flames, her hand trembling as she placed the wooden ladle back into the simmering mixture. She sucked in her lower lip and her brow furrowed with concern.

"Mummy, did's thou hears the crone?"

Yes, yes I did. Loud and clear. Mary smeared her hands down her ashy apron to rid them of the remaining juices of onion, fennel and turnip, and scurried over to a little wooden shelf mounted beneath an ivy strewn window.

A Bible sat upright at the center, upon moving the book aside, a tiny collection of dried herbs and bayleaves lie in small wooden bowls. The girl couldn't yet see her mother's complete concern and urgency, and she pushed herself from her stool and rushed to the older woman's side.

"Are we to practice our craft more, mummy? I do still need to works on my-"

"Darling girl, make haste, go to mummy's bed and brings back with thee two little tie bags"

The frenzied mother had nothing but sheer panic in her sparkling eyes as she patted against the girl's back to send her along.

The girl did so. Jogging briskly through a wooden door and pulling from beneath the feather pillow, two draw string sachels no bigger than an apple. Returning quickly to the rest of the tiny cottage which was primarily one large kitchen, she handed over the two bags, watching with morbid curiosity as her mother haphazardly and clumsily added herb after herb, leaf after leaf to each bag.

"Mummy, your face hath changed to a ghostly whites. Are you ill?" The girl risked pressing the back of her hand to her mother's perspiring forhead. Mother jerked her head aside to avoid any contact. The girl grew confused and drew her hand back.

Some tiny shavings of dried lavender and sage fell from the woman's fingers and she handed one of the bags to the girl.

"Sweet'art, says thy blessings into this bag. Will it, darling girl, will it strongs"

The girl looked down into the bag curiously before her mother's palm rested sweetly against her cheek to lift her gaze.

"If thou hath to imagines a pretty pink cloud wrapping thou up tights, do so"

The girl rose an uncertain brow.

"Tighter than thy hugs?.."

"Tighter than mummy's hugs, darling girl"

Both Mary and daughter closed their eyes and invisioned a shield around them, strong enough to dispell steel and flame. Mary sent a kiss to the air and drew the strings of her bag closed. Coppied by the girl.

"What was that for, Mummy? We's in no dangers of devils" The girl prompted. Mary tucked the pouch into her sleeve and wandered back over to the pot of stew.

"No, darling. Tonight will be's t' last night we do spend in the parish..." Her voice was morose and unsure.

The girl gasped.

"But, Mummy?!- Da did build this house with the bones of his own hands! He did grow our gardens, he did-"

"Da be with t' angels now, darling girl! He be not of 't flesh to assist! We's in dangers here! If t' peoples do catch eye of our crafts, they'd have us burned!" Mary fretted, spinning on her leather shoes to clutch her daughter by the shoulders.

"I's already under the watchful eyes of the Squire! They do blames me for your Da's passings! We must leave!"

The girl planted her feet, determined to spread her roots down through the earth to stay here.

"We's innocents, Mummy! We's done nought wrongs!"

"We's waited here too longs! We must away to starts a new lifes. We's still have our crafts and our Lords and Ladies above, but we may no longer seeks them here, girl. We must flee" Mary pressed a sympathetic hand to her daughter's cheek.

Daughter was about to protest, parting her lips to speak, but ran short and released a defeated and heart broken sigh.

"We's eats our dinners, says our prayers, and waits until the parish falls silent. Once they all be sleepings and t' candles no longer aflame, we will pack our baskets and sets off" Mary said, sorrow and regret flowing in her voice.

Mary attempted a smile, but her lip trembled and she pressed her fingertips to her brow as though in pain. She stepped to the side, clutching to her daughter's hands, and lowered herself onto a stool, looking up at the girl.

"I is truly sorry, my sweet'art. Mummy should've broken t' cake 'pon her own 'ead. Then the Squire not be breathin's down mummy's neck. Then we's not hath to do this. Forgive me, darling girl" Mary wept, pressing a kiss to the girl's knuckles.

--

Nightfall. The frogs and crickets orchestrated their melodies in the misty grass. The girl had fallen asleep at the dinner table, her head nestled in her folded arms. The warmth of the large candles beside her on the wood, wax flowling down into tiny falls. Mary's hand stroked tenderly at her shoulder.

"We must be toddling off now, darling. Says your goodbyes"

The girl's eyes fluttered open as she sat up in her stool. The cottage was dark. The fireplace reduced to tiny glowing embers, the candles on the shelves extinguished. All that remained was the three candles at the table. With a sullen sigh, the girl plucked one candle from the table and took it with her, saying sweet goodbyes and blessings to each room, even the room reserved for the stool.

She returned promptly and blew out the candles. Mary reached into one of the two large baskets she carried in arm and produced a thick, woolen shawl. She wrapped it around her daughter's shoulders and clutched her hand. Outside in the night, the girl turned her head back towards the dark silhouette of the home.

"Follow us from t' heavens, Da. Stay not be'ind. Follow. Follow forever~"

Southbound. Mary followed a distinctive star in the black sky. Her dearly departed John had noted that star and where it would lead. Just follow the star.

--

Five days of walking and traveling landed Mary and her young Silver in a township. Tiny markets and stalls littered around selling rugs, tapestries, fruit, vegetables, tools and wheels for carts. As well as feathered livestock; chickens, ducks, geese and quails. A welcomed change from fields upon fields upon fields.

Silver's eyes glossed over everything in wonder and Mary gripped her wrist so she wouldn't stray too far. A similarly dressed woman in a faded grey gown and apron wandered by the preening chickens and reached into her basket. From the basket, she retrieved a handful of golden coins! And she was dressed like THAT! Where did she get it?

Mary couldn't help but watch the woman. She held a calm air and a contented aura. She was no thief; if that were the case, she's be sweating like an overfed pig in the August sun. The stall attendant scrambled to grab a chicken from behind the wooden fence. A short while later, the chicken, free of a head, was wrapped in a canvas bag and handed to the woman.

"What's wrong, Mummy?"

Mary shook her head and blinked, keeping her eyes on the woman.

"Oh, nothing, dear girl. Just seen somethings interestings..."

Mary absentmindedly followed the woman as she wandered casually through the crowds, gently tugging Silver behind her. Once majority of the people were behind them, Mary called out.

"Miss, m'lady?.."

The woman's bonnet turned and she faced the peasant. She looked surprised. She could immediately detect a heavy accent. They must be travelers.

"May I assist, miss?"

Mary shuffled lightly and glanced down at the canvas bag the woman held.

"Me's just ponderin's on where thy did come to afford such stocks?" Mary mumbled, gestureing shly towards the bagged chicken.

The maid-looking woman caught onto Mary's glance and chuckled.

"Oh. Miss, don't misunderstand. This is not my money which I carry. T'is the money of my Lord Bone's. I am but a maid" The woman explained with a smile.

"My Lord and Lady are busy this day, this was a mere errand"

She's a servant? Employed? Greatly employed?

"Be there- be there any space for ground workings?"

"I believe so. T'is a large estate with many an acre. Should you like to follow me and I will enquire for thee?"

The most hope Mary had felt in days, flowed through her veins like heavenly flames. She threw an excited glance over to Silver who looked clueless, attempting to glance back over her shoulder at the fluttering chickens in their pen.

The maid woman walked beside Mary, answering any questions which were asked. How many Squires the estate held. If there were any cows. Pastures for growing crops. The woman was good company, surprisingly. Although most of their conversation was ignored by Silver, who, now free from the amount of people in the market, wandered from Mary's hand and took the rear. Brushing her hands along the leaves on the bushes and watching the birds fly from the trees above.

When Silver's feet began to throb and she felt about ready to pull her own ankles from her legs herself, the earthy road turned to deeply pressed cart tracks in the soil. Numerous tracks, each one distinct and splattered in unique ways.

Mary turned around and gathered Silver's attention, a hopeful grin on her tinted cheeks.

--

The land of the estate was large, large enough to fit the old parish into it, possibly more than once. Centered between tall trees and vast fields of green, the large house sat like a slumbering giant. Silver instinctively jogged to keep at Mary's side as her eyes darted around at their surroundings.

The maid asked of Mary to wait at the threshold, before heading through the door leaving it ajar. Mary turned to Silver and sighed.

"Darling girl, we mays get a chance now. We may find incomes if it does go smooth"

Silver couldn't refuse or deny the happiness and hope in her mother's eyes. They sparkled again after so many days now, and she couldn't help but smile back and give a happy nod.

In a short time, the maid returned. As she pulled open the door wider, she revealed the shape of a large gown. A new woman, clearly affluent and stiff, stood partially shielded by the doorframe. A French hood lined her stoic face like a cotton halo.

The maid gave a polite bow of her head and explained the situation once more to the new woman. The affluent woman gave a brief glance from Mary's skirt to her face, then to the girl stood beside her.

"M'lady, might M'lord be privy to the matter?" The maid suggested, hoping to add levity to the uncomfortably silent situation. Mary could've cut the tension with a knife, until the woman turned her eyes to the maid and agreed.

"Oui.."

The woman turned and began to drift away from the door, the maid bowed her head once again before happily inviting Mary and the child inside. Both peasant woman gazed at every intricate detail of the numerous hanging tapestries, the polished handrails leading up the narrow stairs, the even and only slightly creaky floorboards.

Silver's eyes glanced at anything she passed, taking in the beauty and energies. The maid lead them up some right stairs which creaked the loudest, the walls seemed more closed in compared to the downstairs. The fine dressed woman and the maid, and the awestruck peasants were taken into a smaller room, still sizable, about the size of the old cottage's kitchen.

"Humphrey?..." The fancy woman called, some kind of accent dangling heavily against her tongue as she spoke. What followed was what could only be described as a frightened and pained yelp. Silver glanced past her mother's shoulder at a man adorned in a thick red cloak lined with dark fur. He wore a white ruff about his neck and bore a thick head of brown hair and a goatee beneath a moustache.

He sloppily shook his hand briskly before rubbing his finger against his doublet. He looked caught out and embarrassed. His cheeks tinted beneath a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, dear. Just adjusting the candles"

Silver held back an amused chuckle. The man stepped closer, the awkward smile still on his face. The woman, the man's wife gave a short and unimpressed sigh.

"Have we need for groundskeepers?" She spoke in her heavy accent. The man quickly put two and two together and straightened.

"Oh! Oh you mean like, a gardener?"

Silver felt as Mary's fingers tightened around her hand, a sign of high hopes and a hidden excitement.

The maid and the higher woman gave nods.

"Uh, hello dear lady, what be your name?" The cloaked man asked tentatively as he stepped closer.

"Uh, my name be Mary and this be my daughter, Silver" Mary grinned, gesturing to her girl who gave a polite curtsy.

The man grinned, he seemed taken to Mary already, like she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Like her aura was infectious. The man gave a bow back, chuckling.

"Good day to you, ladies"

'I likes 'im' Silver thought to herself.

Silver's eyes drifted once again when 'adult' words and phrases were thrown out. She glanced at the candles and the windows and the chairs, all very fine and sturdy. Just as the man was enviting Mary and herself a seat at the table, a shrill noise broke over the chatter.

It sounded like a high pitched crone, a lunatic, a lamb mid slaughter. Everybody's shoulders jolted at the nearby cackle as though trying to avoid a diving bird. The man's face switched from jovial to concerned, pressing his palms to the table and pushing himself up.

"Please, M'lord. Remain here, I shall tend to the young mistress" The maid said gently, bowing her head and jogging from the room.

His face still held a concerned grimace, whereas his wife simply looked mortified and humiliated, like somebody had just smashed an egg on her head.

The man couldn't seem to find the words as he kept glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway. A laugh, an unmistakable and crazed giggle grew closer, followed by footsteps. One pair sounded hurried and urgent while the other pair sounded sloppy and uneven.

The maid reappeared in the room, bringing with her another girl. The maid held her hands firmly on the giggling girl, one planted firmly against the girl's shoulder and the other hand gripping her wrist. The girl's fingers were covered in blood, and as they passed, the candle light caught against the reflection of a huge number of sewing needles standing upright from her palm and fingers, stuck into her flesh.

Mary almaot gasped and covered her lips, but bit her tongue and averted her gaze instead. But Silver, mortified and puzzled, watched as the girl was pushed through the room.

"Young Amy, you and your mother spoke about this" The maid berated under her breath.

The girl only glanced back over her shoulder at the maid, her blue eyes wide and crazed.

"I was bored, Trudy. I was only bored! Hahaha!"

The girl's wild cackle echoed through the halls and faded away the further they went. Silver turned her eyes back to the table. The man looked ready to leap from his chair and flee after the maid and the girl. The woman shook her head.

"Uh- uh so- umm..." The man muttered, distracted. The woman spoke up for him.

"Oui. You may"

Mary couldn't quite make out that first word and looked back to the man.

"Uh, yes. You- you may take employment if that's your choice, my dear" The man managed a smile and nodded to Mary. Yet his eyes quickly shone back to concern regarding his deeply disturbed teen.

[nightingaletrash]

TELL US MORE ABOUT THE BABY

Okie, so her name is Tala. She was conceived on the trip to the Arbor Wilds, but was only 'discovered' after Lyris returned from the Frostback Basin. So there was the fun realisation that she'd been pregnant while venturing through the Deep Roads and fighting a possessed dragon lmao

She was born in Wycome and was delivered by Keeper Deshanna, who performed the typical rites and rituals to induct the newborn into the clan as one of the Dalish. Lyris also made a point to bring her to the Vhenadahl in the Alienage and receive blessings from the Hahren because if there was one thing Lyris learned, it was that too many elves - Dalish and City - felt like they were entirely different peoples, and she wanted to try to promote some kind of unity, to remind them all that they are of the same people regardless of circumstance. There ended up being a celebration amongst the elves over the new arrival, and the party lasted for hours before mother and baby were exhausted and needed to retire.

During the time before Trespasser, Tala grew up primarily in Skyhold. As she became more mobile, she made a habit of hiding and jumping out at staff, soldiers and visiting dignitaries before running away laughing and she loves to spend time in the garden hunting for bugs and worms, and eating dirt as tiny children often do.

Krem stitches her new toys from time to time. So far she has a nug with wings, a golden halla, a griffon with a crooked tail, and a dragon that breathes fire (aka Dagna figured out a way to make the dragon spit out illusionary sparkles when it's squeezed and Tala still isn't sick of it).

She learns to speak Elvhen, Qunlat, Antivan, and a little Orlesian, and everyone anticipates that she's definitely going to be a mage, given that her mother and father are both mages and powerful ones at that, so there's plenty of discussion about her training. Lyris intends to stick to Dalish tradition on that front. Once the basics are covered, the others can give their own input, but Tala needs a solid base without any mixed messages.

And when it comes to Solas, no one is allowed to openly detract him in front of Tala. They don't need to sing his praises, but Tala deserves to form her own opinion of her father and not be spoonfed criticism. And if anyone's ever asked about where he went and why he never came back, the official answer is 'I don't know, but we assume it's very important'.

After Trespasser plays out and Skyhold is carefully defanged, Lyris takes Tala to live in Kirkwall where she takes up her role as Comtesse, though they make plenty of trips to Wycome over the years. Lyris tells Tala the truth about Solas being Fen'Harel and that he left for an important mission, but certain details are withheld on account of her age and Lyris' hope that Solas' mind can be changed and he can still come back to be Tala's father. She'll be told more as she gets older, but it's very piecemeal.

By the time Dreadwolf comes around, she'll be nearly eight years old and probably have just come into her magic within the last year or so with Lyris and Merrill as her primary teachers. When she tells her mother about the strange wolf watching her in her dreams, she learns that her mother has the same dreams, and that its Solas watching over them from the Fade, never drawing close because they could tempt him to abandon his path.

Solas has known about Tala the whole time, having learned about Lyris' pregnancy from dreams and his spies, and he tries his best to maintain an emotional distance from the child. He doesn't always succeed though, and he watches over her, protecting her in her dreams. On one occasion, he might let her reach him so that he might get the chance to speak to her just once, to let her know him because this is his daughter and he wants to love her even though he can't and if he just allows this one meeting, maybe it will satisfy this terrible yearning in him so that he can focus solely on his path. But he knows that if he meets her once, it might be unbearable to return to that path and he might fail to let go.

Essentially he's torturing himself even more because he loves Lyris so much and he wants to love their child so much, but he loves his people and can he really put his love and their child over the countless souls that he betrayed?

Smash cut to Tala eating dirt and trying to climb into the stable with a drasolisk, which definitely gave poor Master Dennet a heart attack.

[titansandothers]

Beast Boy and the Bakery

(Sorry I haven't posted any writing for so long. This is unfinished and takes place after Go! but before the series official start.)

When it came to the construction of Titans Tower, each team member contributed in their own way. Beast Boy found his place primarily in brute strength and delicate tasks, utilizing his larger animal forms and smaller animal forms respectively. While he was grateful to be able to help and not be scolded for minor slip ups, the changeling was starting to tire of construction. While not physically tired, he really wanted to do something besides building the Tower. Surprisingly, he merely needed to ask Robin for a break to be allowed to do so. He never would have dreamed of doing such a thing under Mento’s leadership... With that non-issue taken care of, Beast Boy found himself wandering the city. He had no particular destination in mind, but he seemed to find one in a less populated part of the city. The building was on the smaller side, seemingly squished between two larger buildings, but it struck the changeling as cozy. There were flower boxes beneath each window and the exterior was painted a soft white with some accents in pastel pink, blue, and yellow. The sign on the building read: Tasty Treats and Vegan Eats Curiosity piqued, Beast Boy opened the door, causing the bell above it to jingle. While the outside looked more like a bakery, the interior seemed to be mixed with a bit of fifties diner, given its round chairs, small tables, tiled floor, and jukebox.

There were a total number of four people he could see in the bakery. An old man, an old woman, a young boy, and an even younger girl. The woman behind the counter was quick to greet him, not the least bit fazed by his appearance. “Well, hello there, dearie,” the woman smiled, her white curls bouncing as she tilted her head slightly. “I can’t say I’ve seen you here before. Would you like a sample?” Beast Boy blinked, a bit surprised by the woman’s lack of reaction to his appearance. “Uh, sure,” he shrugged a bit, approaching the counter. “They’re free, right? And no animal products?” “Free as the air you breathe and one hundred percent vegan,” the woman smiled as she readied a few samples. “Oh, cool,” he replied with a small smile. As the changeling waited, his ear twitched as the sound of small footsteps approached him. Looking down, he saw it was the young boy. Before he could say anything, the green teen was greeted with a loud, “Why are you green?!” Beast Boy flinched a little. This kid didn’t seem to have a concept of inside voice. Then again, he had the same problem sometimes. After wiggling his finger in his ear, he responded. “It’s just part of my superpowers,” he shrugged. “I can turn into animals.”

The boy took in a deep breath, eyes seeming to sparkle as his mouth widened to the point his smile practically covered half his face. “That’s so cool!” the child loudly exclaimed, seemingly too young to be skeptical. Something he did was cool? Beast Boy wondered to himself. More often than not, he was seen as a freak for what he could do… most certainly not cool. “You think so?! You wanna see?!” the teen asked. “Yeah!” the boy bounced up and down. “Can you turn into a dinosaur? A big one?!” “Not inside, I hope,” the woman interjected, setting a few samples on the counter. “Here you are. Let me know what you think!” The young boy slumped his shoulders as the hero’s attention was now taken by food. “Oooo~” Beast Boy uttered in awe of the treats before him. Taking the tiny plastic spoon in his hand, he dug into the small paper cup. Popping the dessert in his mouth, he let out a pleased, “Mmmmm~ Coconut cream pie!” The woman nodded and gestured to the remaining dessert samples. “S’more doughnut; macadamia nut cookie.” “Don’t mind if I do!” the changeling wiggled his fingers in anticipation, taking the morsels and popping them into his mouth. “They’re so good!” he exclaimed, giddy with his new bakery discovery. “How’d you make them so good?!”

“Years of baking and experimentation. I’m lactose intolerant, you see, while my husband is allergic to eggs and our son is vegetarian. I had to learn to cook and bake some foods we could all eat.” Beast Boy nodded before the boy interrupted. “Can you turn into a dinosaur now?” The changeling looked over to the older woman and asked, “Do you mind if I turn into a little one… ma’am?” “That’s perfectly fine,” she replied. “But there’s no need for ma’am. Call me Maggie!” “Thanks, Maggie,” he nodded and turned to the young boy. “All right! Here comes an eoraptor!” In a split second, the green teen became a small dinosaur, approximately three feet long. Turning his head to take in his surroundings and make sure he didn’t hit anything with his tail, the dinosaur made a few poses, almost like a museum display. “That’s so cool!” the boy bounced excitedly. “Well, I’ll be,” the old man uttered, bouncing his granddaughter on his knee. “Did you see that, Clara?” The toddler said nothing, merely whined and attempted to hide against her grandfather’s torso. The dinosaur returned to a teen in an instant, looking worried and remorseful. “H-hey, don’t be scared! I’m sorry! I can make it better! I can turn into other things!” He frantically looked over to the old man. “Does she have a favorite animal?!”

Bouncing the girl on his knee once more, the man replied. “She has a few teddy bears of koalas. We call her our little koala because she needs to sleep so much.” Beast Boy nodded and became a koala on the spot, doing his best to look non-threatening. “Look at that,” the grandfather nudged the girl and pointed her gaze to the fuzzy green koala. Clara’s eyes widened and her attitude quickly changed, reaching out in an attempt to pet the furry being. The green koala walked over and held his paws up to the old man. Knowing what the teen wanted, the man lowered his arm so the transformed teen could grab onto it. Lifting him up and placing him on his lap, he instinctually placed his hand on the boy’s back to keep him upright as one might a baby. The toddler promptly reached out and hugged the marsupial, cooing excitedly. “There we go. No need to be scared,” the grandfather assured. “Clara gets scared a lot,” the boy informed. “That’s why I gotta protect her,” he stated with his fists on his hips and chest puffed out.

[timeresponsible]

#TIMERESPONSIBLE - a low-activity but high enthusiasm independent rp blog for CLAIRE LITTLETON of abc's LOST, with a high interest in crossover & au verses, as well as canon verses ( primarily seasons 1-3 ) written and adored by PACEY ( she/her, 21+ gmt ) for the last 9+ years. blog est. march 2025. selective interactions ( mutuals only ) & mature themes present due to the nature of both claire's source material and the other shows of interest. all common triggers tagged. ( ALL TO BE UPDATED / EVERYTHING IS A WIP ! )

exploring survival, grief, motherhood, found family, life after betrayal, resiliency, spirituality, fate and the lack thereof, regret, remorse, inadequacy, moving beyond mistakes, learning to trust, trying again, doing ones best, pushing through, trauma, loss, faith, remembering & letting go, and what could have been.

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sounds like... two tiny hands, a pair of eyes, an unsung melody is mine for safekeeping, and i will guard it with my life, i'd hang the moon for it to shine on you sleeping / i hate to make this all about me, but who am i supposed to talk to ? what am i supposed to do if there's no you ? / last time i saw her she was standing in line, holding a book about compatible signs. i should've talked to her, i should have tried, but i was breathless by the look in her eye / they just ghosted you, now you know what it feels like. and i don't even want you back, i just want to know... if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal ? / my whole heart will be yours forever, this is the beautiful start to a life-long love letter / now, here i am with my feet in the sand and a body that won't move, the tide's coming in and i'm bound for a swim in a pair of cement shoes / every thing you lose is a step you take, so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid... you're on your own, kid. yeah, you can face this. you're on your own, kid, you always have been / if i'm honest, i know i would give it all back for a chance to start over and re-write an ending or two for the girl that i knew who was reckless just enough, who gets hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love, and then she'll get stuck and be scared of the life that's inside her, getting stronger each day until it finally reminds her, to fight just a little and bring back the fire in her eyes, that's been gone but used to be mine [ playlist here. ]

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[the-boundless-sea]

so i looked into this a bit more and found a couple different things

in the high republic era, out of the shadows mentions the jedi having a ship they got after confiscating it from a hutt slaver. so it appears they do seize assets, at least in some situations.

(tangentially - another high republic book into the dark has master cohmac also refers to having a "personal stipend" that could be used to hire a ship without getting the council's attention. so it seems jedi have access to funds beyond having X amounts for Y mission.)

over in legends, the comic star wars the old republic: threat of peace #2 the chancellor am-ris tells jedi master zym that the senate has decided to delay the reconstruction of the jedi temple indefinitely - which seems to indicate in the time of the old republic they are state-funded at least primarily. one of the holonet articles from the old holonet website tying into the promotion of aotc reads:

People's Inquest Demand Jedi Budget Reports JUDICIAL ARCOLOGY, CORUSCANT - The Judicial Department has denied the People's Inquest demands to reveal budgetary information regarding the Jedi order. The People's Inquest, a Coruscant-based lobbying group built around enforcing the accountability of the Jedi order, began the formal petition for information following last week's unveiling of the new Jedi starfighter. "We, as the tax-payers that subsidize the Judicial Department and the Jedi order have every right to see how those credits are spent. How much is this new fancy toy costing us, the people who are now finding it difficult to clothe and feed our families?" said Inquest leader Thrynka Padaunete through a loud-hailer before a vociferous crowd of supporters gathered at the steps of the Jedi Temple. Citing security concerns, the Judicial Department denied the request. "Especially in such times, security takes precedent. There are enemies of the Republic that could exploit such information," Judicial Department Information Director Laddinare Torbin told HoloNet news. The People's Inquest, which has set up a temporary camp outside the Jedi Temple last month, will continue its pursuit of information, said Padaunete. Their petition has already garnered "several million" signatures, she told her followers. The popular movement has been gaining support since Jedi public opinion plummeted following their failure to prevent the Battle of Antar 4.

so again, prequel era seems to have the same type of situation. though also, the legends pt novel rogue planet has this exchange:

 Obi-Wan smiled and shook his head. “Not yet, Padawan. Something more appropriate for a planet run by merchants. Old-style aurodium credits. Three billion’s worth, in several large ingots.”     “I’ve never seen that much money!” Anakin said, stepping closer. Obi-Wan shook his finger in warning, then opened the packet and showed its contents to Anakin.     The ten pure aurodium ingots sparkled like tiny flames. Each held a depth of mysterious light that refused to fix on one color. “What they say about the Temple is true, then,” Anakin mused.     “That it holds secret treasure? Hardly,” Obi-Wansaid. “These were drawn from a joint account in the Galactic Capital Bank. Many in the galaxy lend their resources to support the Jedi.”     “I didn’t know that,” Anakin said, a little downcast.     “This represents a few percent of that account. Not that we are going to spend it foolishly.”

so the jedi also appear to accept donations - and 3 billion credits is considered a "small amount" of their funds.

the "it's true what they say" secret treasure bit is interesting too because in star wars (1998) #40 palpatine when hiring vilmarh first gives him the story that he owes the jedi money (is this is a thing or just nonsense made up for a cover story??? hard to say) and when that doesn't work he mentions the secret treasure the jedi have. this works on him, and later when one of his friends questions if the jedi even have treasure, vilmarh says the jedi want to act austere but when you consider how grand their temple is, they must be loaded. so interesting to think about how money factors into the public perception of the jedi as well.

Where does the Jedi Order get its money? Are they state funded? Do they have like an endowment that they invest in space stocks? Do they get donations from pilgrims? Do they seize people’s assets?

I’m crowdsourcing answers unless someone can tell me that this is addressed in canon.

[hanatagami]

Twilight Characters with a GN! Light Fairy Reader

Twilight cullens with a light fairy reader. The fairies are based off of fate the winx saga ones, just because their powers are pretty cool. The show kinda sucks tho, but im an original winx fan so im a little protective of the original lmao. I might do other fairy types as well, and maybe with more characters idk yet

Edward Cullen

this man is. SO enraptured by you and your entire existence. He truly believes with all his heart you don’t belong with him, and it’s honestly kind of heart-breaking.

your like a symbol of everything he isn’t and he can’t help but remark to himself about the irony of it all.

ur a creature of the light, he can’t let others see him in light at risk of death by volturi. You have a temporary life-span(albeit long), he is immortal. ur whole existence is to be loved by nature, and he is supposed to be the top of the food chain predator.

ur the exact opposite of like everything he loathes about himself, why would you even consider being with him

but he gazes in awe of the way you can hold light in your palms, how the light hits your face and enhances every perfection, that you seem to almost glow in it, your entire aura radiating inviting warmth.

he just can’t seem to pull himself away from you, despite how much he believes you don’t belong together. he would be a fool to reject your love

he loves to play piano and watch you dance in the light peeking through the windows, orbs of light dancing around with you like a thousand tiny personal spotlights

the way he could watch you in your guyses meadow forever, you sitting amongst the flowers showing off by making a tiny rainbow in your hands, a little light show. the indescribable warmth he feels as all the colors hit your smiling face, he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t want it any other way

dont even get me started on when he sees your wings. i imagine wings of light fairies are wings that are never the same color from one second to the next. your wings fluctuate from all colors of the light spectrum and to see you fly with them is like the most magical thing hes ever seen in his 100 something years of life

any comfort or desire you have on behalf of yourself or fairy traits, like maybe stones that absorb sun energy, plants for nature, literally anything, he’s pulling out that edward cullen card and buying everything

he would definitely buy plants anyways. he likes to see you bend rays of light and things to tend to the plants and it just makes him so happy

theres a fun little game you play, where you turn invisible and he tries to find you in the forest via your thoughts and other senses. when he finds you, he gives you a cheeky smile and a kiss. it’s kinda fun when he thinks he found you but your actually behind him or smth, you get to spook him a little and its very funny to see

Emmett Cullen

this little shit

to be honest i don’t think he’d notice your a fairy until you told him

but when he found out he was like “sick”

he’s suddenly very cautious physically, thinks you might be very frail or squish easy

until you tell him that absorbing the light makes you stronger so it’s fine

he’s very curious to see the capabilities and limits you have as a fairy. primarily, are you stronger then a human? if so he kinda wants to wrestle you

see whose stronger. his pride might be a little damaged if your able to win, he’d mumble something about a vampire being weaker then a fairy isn’t very cool, but i think he warms up to the thought very quickly and begins to find it kick ass

wants to see if you could beat jasper and edward in a fight too, and if you win he’s gonna be so proud of you

he feels like a very good match to you. while it isn’t necessarily super cool that vampires sparkle, he loves that in a way it matches you

orbs of light surrounding you like a bunch of stars, casting light on him and making him sparkle, like you guys are the lights of each others life or smth romantic like that

he’s not a poet

but he can’t help but grin cockily when you create a small orb in your hands just to watch how his hands and arms sparkle, he’s suddenly very proud with his sparkling ability

he’s asking-no begging- for you to pick him up and fly him around forks or the forest or anything. he wants to fly, jumping high isn’t the same

and you dont have to be afraid of dropping him! he’ll be fine!

you have to be careful, cause sometimes he’s a little too proud of you, he might accidentally spill a secret to someone while bragging about you

like “you should see how they look when playing with the light” and your like “EMMETT SHHH-” and just hope they think he’s talking about a ringlight or lighting in a picture or smth

he truly understands nothing on how fairies work, might buy a couple of scam things online on accident, in hopes of them being of some use to you

your vampire boyfriend just thinks your so cool, he wants to pick you up by the waist and hold up in front of everyone and go “look at my fairy s/o, aren’t they cool”

jasper hale

now major whitlock over here

he’s kinda like edward, he’s done a lot of bad in his life, something as innocent as a fairy truly can’t be into him

though its hard not to interact with someone who feels such a strong love for him

he doesn’t even have to feel it, cause you can show it via bright pink lights

you don’t allow him to brood on it to much

you do help him adress his past faults tho

he’s not proud of being in the confederate army, and thats something you had to establish very early on in the relationship

he helps you with magic training when you tell him emotions play into magic output

he feels this very innocent joy at being able to enhance your powers via boosting certain emotions

like the light you produce together is a product of your love, its a very wholesome feeling

he likes seeing how emotions effect your powers, how the colors change, fluctuating between a couple shades of one color depending on the emotions

how they differ in brightness, sadness being more dim, but things like happiness and anger being ridiculously bright

the light even moves differently, sometimes being more flowy and graceful, others being more fast and jagged

he’s kind of a history buff, so he is so interested in the history of fairies

the traditions and customs, and how they came to be

he could literally sit and listen to you talk about it all day, how fairies have had impacts on the world and human history that they had no idea about

how myths and legends of old are because someone saw a fairy, you being able to tell the full truthful stories and make them sound so interesting

he always compared alice to a fairy, but now that he knows one, he can’t help laugh to himself whenever you guys talk to each other

thinking as to how he was right in some areas, wrong in others

please let him dance with you

he wants to teach you so bad

swing dancing, line dancing, literally anything please

like swing dancing can be so intricate now cause he can literally throw you and you can do stuff in the air

the country man in him is so excited

he would show off if he had any country friends still alive from then

Carlisle Cullen

is curious in the medical facts of fairies fepoefsj

kinda cant help it, he;s been a doctor so long, and its mostly him wondering if you get injured if he can help you the same way he does humans

because he’s seen a lot of pain in people, and if what he usually does can’t help you like it did them, it might distress him a little

will feel much better when you enlighten on the best way to care for a fairy

also interest in hearing about the political dynamics of fairy kind

mostly if their anything like the volturi and if he should be concerned about them knowing about you

loves to see you interact with his children, you seem to be very wise and in tune with the feelings of others

you would very quickly become another parent to them, and it was clear you had final word in the house fepskf

loves when you surprise in his office at work by suddenly appearing out of thin air

or when he’s working and suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek and nothing else

the nurses all giggling at the joyful smile on his face, not knowing its because his s/o came for a single second just for a kiss before letting him get back to work, it makes his day that much better

hunting could be a little easier with your synergy with animals, but he would never ask that of you

loves to see you try on clothes, using your powers to view outfits at different light levels and angles

thinks your flawless in all of them, so be careful if your trying clothes on at the store

he’d buy the entire store-

considered buying you an entire forest too, but you claimed the forest belonged to the earth so he didn’t

you force the entire family out to secluded places in the woods and other places when its sunny, wanting to share its good energy with your family

the sight of his family playing around with each other in the sun, lead by his most favorite person makes him feel like he could take on the entire volturi

and yeah the volturi kinda see you as a threat, your powers alone could reveal a lot of vampire even at night

but they wont do anything at the risk of a species based war, they know so little about fairies that killing you and potentially making others angry could be very dangerous

plus the promise of a temporary, although very long, life length reassures them a little

carlisle would worship like you floated down from the sun and directly into his arms like some sort of celestial being

and he told you that, and the way your face and eyes lit up made him swear he’d never stop saying things like that to you

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[bleufrost-archive]

What if season 1-2 Spencer had a protective partner (my pronouns are she/they, so anything works) in the sense of they don’t like how the team doesn’t listen to him sometimes and just cut him off, etc, and so whenever that happens they comfort him and remind him how much he matters and is loved not just for his brain but for all of him? Tons of kisses, cuddles, and hair playing (his hair) if that’s okay!

Thank you, and if you can’t do that, it’s okay! 💖

Little Lessons | Spencer Reid x reader

a/n: i love this request so much, thank you! this is honestly something i think about way more often than i should because it tears my heart apart every time spence gets shut down. i hope you like this angel!!

warnings: some fairly vague violent case talk, mental illness, angst, but this is primarily fluff <3 , and some fun facts about some of my personal favorite things haha

"Metal isn't exactly a genre I'm into. Not really my style, ya know?" Derek shrugs and hands the file down to Spence who takes it eagerly.

It was your first official day with the BAU, and while you may have known these people for years thanks to your lovely boyfriend, actually working alongside them was an entirely new experience.

Spencer's hands flip the folder open, holding it up just enough so that you can both read it over at the same time; a little thing he often does at home while he reads to you on the couch. You both know he would finish far before you, but Spence really just wants to do anything he can to make you feel less intimidated. Allowing you the discreet opportunity to be close to him was something he knew would help. You appreciate that immensely and take the brief moment of confidence his action grants you seriously because, when you lean closer, you notice something funny about what Derek had said.

"It's not actually metal." The rest of the team looks at you with questioning glances. You know they just want an explanation, but something about being the new kid and having all of their eyes on you makes your stomach drop. You feel your breath hitch, but a small hand on your arm stops you from attempting to answer through your now shaky breathing.

Spencer offers you a tiny smile, hand squeezing just slightly to let you know you weren't going to do this alone.

"Yeah, that's right. This appears to be a genre known as alternative rock." Spence leans forward, sitting up in preparation for the little history lesson he already has prepared in his head.

Seeing him excited to share makes your heart beat faster, sending a warm feeling throughout your body that comforts you the way only hearing the voice of the person you love can. The fact that he was doing it to protect you only makes your heart swell more.

"The genre first appeared in the late 1970's and early 1980's. With the popularization of rock a few decades earlier, it was only inevitable that variations would start to pop up." Once you saw his hands moving, you knew he was completely lost in this thought. His eyes were sparkling, happy to share knowledge that could potentially help the case. You watch him with a smile, proud of the man you were with. Even if you weren't entranced by his voice and movements, the topic was interesting and you can't help but want to know more.

"As widespread as it was though, it didn't exactly reach its peak until the-"

"Alright, kid. I get it, I messed up." Derek laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. Looking around, you can see smiles on the faces of the rest of your team. You aren't smiling though.

Spencer's hands come down from where they were moving in the air in front of him. You see when his mouth shuts tightly in a harsh line. You notice the slight droop of his eyelids when he looks down in shame. It hurts.

Just like he had done before for you, you bring your hand up to gently rest against his arm. His head turns to look at you, eyes telling you everything you need to know. He would never say it to them, but the implication that he was too much, that he wasn't like the others…it reminds him of being back in school with kids who were just a little too unforgiving.

Your finger comes up to tap against your temple softly. Spencer's big puppy eyes look at you in confusion, eyebrows coming in to scrunch up adorably.

"Keep it up there. I want to hear more about it later." The frown on his face alleviates just barely, eyes lighting up ever so slightly in hope.

"Really?" You smile and bring your finger over to tap his temple just like you had done to your own.

"Yes." He smiles big this time, eyes following your finger to his head and back down again.

After that, it becomes a normal thing for the two of you. Finger taps on temples to let Spencer know he was being heard. That he was valued.

Of course, you didn't want to imply that the team didn't value Spencer. You knew they definitely did. What they did, the jokes and little jabs, it was all good natured. Sometimes, a little reminder was just necessary. You were more than happy to be that reminder for Spence.

The system worked magnificently...for the most part. There was just one little hiccup. Spencer really liked to share information. Like, a lot.

After a while, you start carrying around a notepad specifically for when the occasion arose that you knew you would need a reminder.

His memory was great. Spencer would easily be able to recall every little thing you had tapped your temple about. Your memory though, left something to be desired. You just wanted to show him even more that it all sticks with you. He would understand either way, but it was just something a little extra you wanted to do. After each case, you spent a little time reading over your list of topics, ready to ask Spence about each one on the trip home.

It was after a particularly grueling case that this extra effort came even more in handy.

Teenagers had been going missing left and right, some turning up only after it was too late to save them. When you all had found the unsub, he turned out to be just another troubled kid who couldn't shut off the voices in his head. Spencer took these cases extremely personally. You did too, having been an outcast in school for much of your life. But the part about voices...the delusions...those were especially difficult for Spence.

Taking a seat on the jet's couch, you guide Spencer to rest beside you. His brows are furrowed, eyes scanning the space in front of him in an attempt to keep up with his mind that's running a mile a minute. When your hand comes up to tap against the side of his forehead, he flinches.

Your hand immediately moves away, wanting to give him some space if he needs it. The flinch doesn't hurt you, you'd done the same to him many times when lost in thought. You know it was just an instinct, not anything personal. It was the way he wasn't able to focus, the antsy movements and obvious spiraling that he was doing that got to you.

"I'm sorry." His voice is soft as he speaks and you find yourself shaking your head before he even finishes the apology.

"No, no. It's okay. I just want to know where you are." When his eyes fall to look at your hand, you know it's an invitation to try again.

You bring your hand to rest against his neck, fingers playing with the little strands of hair there.

"I just can't stop thinking about him. He’s just a kid. Honestly, he's not that different from how I was. There's so much that I got lucky in, and even then I don't really feel that far away from him. We're different from everyone else and it's so obvious…" He trails off a little, eyes brimming with tears as your hand continues to stroke his hair. You let him talk, but when he meets your gaze, you know you can't keep quiet any longer.

"Spencer, maybe you're right. Maybe you guys aren't so different. But you have something that he unfortunately didn't. People here love you. They care about you and you're good enough inside to let them. As for luck, I like to believe we make our own." The tears in his eyes slowly fall, finally letting go of all the pain he had been feeling the whole case. His head leans into your touch, reveling in the feel of your fingers against him.

"I'm sorry. I feel like I do this more often than I should. It's annoying." You bring your other hand to hold his cheek, brushing the tears away.

"It's not annoying and you don't have to apologize. Spencer, you mean the absolute world to me. Everything about you makes me grateful to have you in my life. You're incredibly smart and, yes, different, but every bit of that makes up the man I love. Please be kind to him." You lean forward, lips brushing his forehead in a kiss that you hope tells him just how much you love him.

Spencer's hand covers yours against his cheek. "I love you so much." He says the words with such raw vulnerability, they make your heart ache.

"I love you too." You both stay like that for a moment, taking advantage of the quiet before the rest of the team arrives on the jet. When they finally do, you know it's best to lighten the mood.

"There's some stuff that I think you owe me a little lesson on." Spencer laughs softly, eyes shining with both unshed tears and the warmth in knowing you remembered. He really shouldn't be surprised. You always remember.

Your body leans back against the couch, arms patting your lap to invite him over. He easily falls into place, head coming to rest against your thighs as he looks up at your face. Your fingers find their way back to his hair, stroking gently to tame the little curls that had strewn themselves haphazardly when he came to rest.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather rest? I don’t mind if you're too tired to hear it right now. We can talk later." There's no accusation or malice in the question, and when you look into his eyes, you know he's only concerned with your wellbeing.

"Are you tired, Spence?" He thinks for a moment, but shakes his head.

"I think the case is a little too fresh for me to sleep." You nod in agreement.

"Me too. If it's okay, I really would love to hear about everything. You mentioned some really neat facts on the origins of Star Trek earlier this week."

Spencer grins at you and leans up, kissing you gently in a silent 'thank you.'

The kiss lasts a little longer than the normal ones he offers in public. His hand strokes your cheek, pulling you closer to him as he deepens it slightly. You know he needs this, the closeness is like a safety blanket and you're thankful for that because it comforts you just as much as it does him. Maybe even more.

You start smiling when a low wolf whistle sounds from down the aisle. Derek claps, laughing at the two of you in that silly, boyish way.

When Spencer pulls away, your smile is wide. You expect to see a rosy blush of embarrassment on his cheeks, but you find none. Instead, he just smiles back at you.

His head leans back to rest on your lap again, hands coming up to begin his excited talk.

"The intricacies of the world that makes up Star Trek are often mistaken for having been meticulously planned out, but that really isn't the case at all. A lot of the details that allow the different races to come to life were improvised during production." Your fingers gently scratch at his scalp and run against his soft curls mindlessly. Playing with Spencer's hair was therapeutic for the both of you.

"Leonard Nimoy actually invented the Vulcan salute, which is crazy considering the role wasn't offered to him originally. We could have easily lost a cultural staple and no one would have been the wiser."

"Oh no, is boy wonder going off again?" Derek laughs light-heartedly as he grabs a paper coffee cup.

Spencer stills beneath you, but before his hands can even fall, you're clapping back at Derek with a confident grin.

"I know you're not really used to it, but some people actually find knowledge incredibly attractive." He looks at you with wide eyes, a small smile playing at his lips that soon grows wide as he laughs once more.

"Alright, sweetheart. You got bite. I'll let you two get back to your little geek talk." Derek picks up his now full cup and heads over to sit across from Hotch. He turns back quickly though, looking at both you and Spencer a little more seriously now.

"Just for the record, I think that's pretty cool. You guys are good kids and I'm happy you're both on the team."

Spencer smiles back at Derek, and so do you. It genuinely means a lot to feel accepted here. You know his words have a huge impact on Spencer too, especially considering how alone he had felt not too long ago.

"Thanks, Derek." He nods and leaves you two alone again.

When you look back to Spencer, he has this goofy grin on his face that makes you almost laugh out loud.

"What?" He leans up and kisses your cheek again, continuing to smile.

"You find me 'incredibly attractive'?" Your mouth falls open in shock and you scoff, smacking his chest lightly.

"Spencer, you're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and falls against you again, poking your nose.

"You like me." His eyes are bright and happy, and it takes all of three seconds for his teasing to make you join him in little giggles.

After a moment, you remember that he had been interrupted again in the middle of talking and you decide to playfully pinch the tip of his ear to fold like a Vulcan before your hand finds his hair again.

"Ouch!" He scrunches his nose at you, but quickly catches on, making himself comfortable as he leans in a little closer to the warmth of your body.

"Right, Vulcans!"

The rest of the ride home is spent discussing an endless sea of little topics. Spencer sharing long pieces of information while you occasionally pipe in to add something you remember about it or ask a question. It's a calm sort of ritual that keeps the both of you sane during hard cases like this, and it's one that you find yourself eternally grateful to share with someone you love as much as him.

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Juanaflippa as a Night Fury for transgenderism and main character purposes. I am a flawed man and have favorites

Sunny as a Light Fury for even more fun ^_^ she'd want to be shiny and bright like the sun, and the Light Fury has specks of blue in it's scales that sparkle like diamonds. + coming from HTTYD: The Hidden World works with showing up from purgatory

Pomme would fit Tracker Class dragons well, personally I see her as a Deadly Nadder 100%. All her French parents still apply, but that would fit specifically both Etoiles and Baghera's personalities really well. (+ pomme's personality lmao). Has tints of green on her wings and spikes to match with Dapper

Dapper as a Stoker Class dragon. I think Night Terror could be a cool choice there. Since its a dragon made out of smaller dragons, i think he's made out of the ghosties :-)

Tallulah is a Death Song, since it attracts its food through song before freezing it in amber ^_^ really fun dragon, and I think she'd like the colors.

Richarlyson is the Triple Stryke because he's awesome like that. I think he'd enjoy the clicking with the tail, and his polycule of parents could incorporate that into their create builds. Also trying to keep his disability in mind ✌️

Bobby is 1000000% a Boulder Class dragon. I'm tempted to go Gronkle or Hotburple just for fun, but I think him being a Shovelhelm would be nice. He'd enjoy scooping dirt and throwing things around with his head.

Tilin WOULD be a Tidal Class, purely because of big Q as their father, but I'm leaning outside of tidal and into sharp. They could be a speed stinger 4 funsies and joy

Pepito could be a Sentinel from Valhalla in Race to the Edge since he came from purgatory. There's others that fit him too, but the word Sentinel and the word Pepito feel the same in my mouth and are fun to say over and over. So Roier would love that

Leo could be a raincutter? I really got stuck with her, she's both a Sharp Class in my mind along with Tidal Class. I wanted her to be semi-aquatic to match Foolish, but also have sharpness and purple to match Vegetta, so this was my middle ground.

Ramon would be a razorwhip ^_^ you must trust me on this

Trumpet would be a Typhoomerang ^_^ because he's awesome and huge and #1 and I think it'd be funniest

Empanada would be a Woolly Howl, primarily for its color scheme, but also because I think it'd line up with Bagi really really well. (And richarlyson and cellbit). One of the few Rise of Berk dragons I really really like 🙏

Chunsik would be a bright blue Terrible Terror, because he's the youngest egg and tiny 🤏 in my heart n soul.

thinking about my qsmp httyd au waaaayyyyy too hard

[arvens-gf]

How She Knew

Arven x Io | Rated E | 1.5k Words

Happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a short piece to celebrate! Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Io was usually good at feelings. After all, she felt them quite often. She knew how she acted when she was happy, how to deal with being upset, and how her face could often betray her words. But she didn’t know all of them. Primarily… she didn’t know what she was feeling about Arven. She knew she enjoyed his company for certain, though that boy made her nervous, to say the least. Perhaps it was how often he’d run into danger with only one eye open. Perhaps it was all the strange things he recommended her to eat. Or perhaps it was that everything he recommended was delicious. Either way, Io was a bit of a mess around him.

“Io!” A voice jostled her from her own thoughts, followed by familiar loud bootsteps trodding closer. “Look what I caught!” Arven had a beaming smile on his face, something that was increasingly common. Io looked up from the ground to come face to face with some very big eyes and a tongue. She recoiled with a squeak before realizing that the horrid beast was simply a Shellder. “He’s going to help with the Stony Cliff Titan, I just know it!”

“You scared me, little guy,” she chuckled and lightly patted the shell. “But you’re gonna do great!” Arven smiled as his new Pokemon wiggled happily.

“Do you have a Pokemon that’s good against rock? Safflina knows fighting type moves, right…?” Arven continued strategizing for her in his head, thinking about how they could take the oversized crab down without any trouble.

“Safflina’s got it covered, don’t worry.” To prove her point, she let the little Pawmo out of her Pokeball. Safflina chirped and looked up at her trainer. “Can you show Arven the new move you just learned on this sandwich?” She held up a long sandwich for her, making her eyes sparkle.

“Awa!” She powers up, closing her tiny eyes in focus before chopping the lunch in two with her hand.

“Good girl!” Io beamed, scratching behind her ears. Safflina purred and rubbed into her hand. Arven chuckled softly.

“Alright, guess I shouldn’t worry. Clearly our tiny little friends have got it covered.”

“Not like we could fistfight a Klawf on our own, yeah?” Arven shrugged.

“Well, with my sandwiches, I bet we could stand a chance! I mean, look what it did to me!” He jokingly flexes, blowing the hair from his face. Though it was a joke, Arven did have something to brag about. He wasn’t scrawny by any means, but not exactly buff. He had this nice strength about him, muscles soft yet still present. He looked soft, intercut with a strong jawline and broad shoulders. “... uh, Io?”

“Wh-” Io blinked as she was snapped out of her, well, analysis of her companion.

“You okay? You looked all distant.” Io’s face erupted into a brilliant shade of red as she realized exactly what she had been doing.

“I-I’m fine! Just strategizing on our attack plan!”

“Oh! Share!” He leaned forward as he bit his sandwich, elbows resting on his knees. Io blinked, suddenly caught in her lie.

“... we hit it with super effective moves.”

“Mhm?”

“... and we don’t get hit.” Arven raised an eyebrow. He’d definitely have something to say if his manners were only slightly worse. “A-And I set up paralysis with Safflina.” That addition seemed to assuage Arven a bit, as he nodded and swallowed.

“Sounds good. We’ve got this!” He raised the rest of his sandwich triumphantly to toast (despite the bread being untoasted.) Io smiled and knocked her sandwich against his.

“To victory!”

— — —

One arduous battle later, the glowing cave was quiet yet again. With the Titan gone, Arven had gotten the Herba Mystica he needed. Io rested her back against one of the rocky walls, eyes closed as she listened to Arven’s humming. He didn’t do that with the first Titan, but this time he seemed to have eased into having company.

“Damn…” He whispered to himself through closed teeth. Io glanced over.

“You okay?”

“My hair keeps getting in my face.” Io stifled a snort.

“Isn’t it always?” Arven rolled his eyes, not that she could see it. “Here.” She walked over and rummaged in her bag, procuring a hair tie.

“Oh– thanks, Io.” He took it and held it in his mouth, pulling his hair up with his hands. His hair was long and soft, and adorably messy. Io thought it looked a bit like how cream flowed into coffee, spilling into soft strands. Though she did enjoy looking at his hair, she often found herself upset with it for blocking his eye. His eyes, as many people’s were, showed his soul in shades of blue, framed with soft lashes and expressive brows. She liked those eyes. “... you’re doing it again.”

Io jolted and nearly fell over. “Sorry- sorry!”

“Seriously, are you okay?” He turned his attention to her with a discerning gaze.

“Yeah. Just… hungry. These Titan battles make me all fatigued. I hope the plants make it worth it.” She stretched, groaning slightly. Arven looked away after catching a glimpse of her midriff, wanting to be respectful. He sighed, looking down at the Pokeball on his belt.

“Io… can I tell you something?”

“Hm? Yeah, anything.”

“... I haven’t been fully honest with you,” he admitted in a low voice. Io’s shoulders stiffened. She wasn’t able to read this. Over the years, she had learned how to detect a lie. It frightened her that she couldn’t see through him. “I don’t want the Herba Mystica for myself, or some dumb culinary reason.”

“Then… why?” Io looked over. She trusted him, to a certain degree. Enough to go alone into a cave with him. So she waited with bated breath for the truth. Arven took the Pokeball from his belt, holding it gentler than anything in his life.

“Okay, buddy… you can come out now.” Arven tossed the ball to the cave floor, watching it open and release a large Mabosstiff. The beast laid on the floor, eyes closed and body tired. The only sign the dog was alive was his twitching nose, smelling the sandwiches. Io’s eyes widened as she looked at the Pokemon, almost wanting to reach out to it. “This is Mabosstiff, my partner.” He knelt down and lightly petted his body.

“... what happened?”

“We… we went into the Great Crater of Paldea. I was trying to find my mother, but… we were attacked. Mabosstiff got the worst of it. It’s a miracle he’s still alive.”

“Y-You haven’t taken him to a Pokemon Center? Or used potions?” Io croaked, knowing that wasn’t the solution.

“Nothing’s worked. So… I turned to the rumors. That Herba Mystica can heal any wound. Mabosstiff is the only family I have left… I’d give the world for him, you know? He’s been more of a parent to me than my actual mom, so I… I have to save him. But I’m not strong enough.” He turned his eyes to Io. “That’s why I needed you.”

Io silently sat next to him, looking down at Mabosstiff and trying not to tear up. She looked to Arven before lightly holding her hand to the pup’s nose. He sniffed for a while, then offered a tired lick. She smiled slightly, looking to Arven. His own eyes were sparkling with tears, but determination ran deeper. He took the sandwich and tore off a small piece. “Small bites, bud. Take it easy.” Mabosstiff slowly scarfed down the sandwich, chewing what he could. Arven sighed, unsure of what he had expected to happen.

“You’re a good person, Arven.”

“Huh?” He froze.

“You’re a good person. Doing all of this for your family… that’s so noble.” Io looked up to meet his gentle eyes. “He’s lucky to have you. And… I promise to help you get him back on his paws.” Arven blinked, stunned by such kind words. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then searched for words again. Nothing came. But nothing needed to, as he pulled her into a tight hug. Io wasted no time returning it, her arms just managing to wrap around him.

“Thank you, Io… thank you.” He kept her close, even after pulling away. Io smiled reassuringly before her eyes drifted…

“Arven! Look!” She erupted, pointing to Mabosstiff. Arven followed, meeting soft, tired, open eyes. He gasped, pulling away from Io properly to hold his pup’s face in his hands.

“They’re open! Yes! Oh how I missed those sweet little eyes! Ooooh, such a good boy! Who’s a good boy?” Arven laughed in tearful relief, kissing the top of his head. Io saw that smile, how his soul lit up with nothing but love, and she wondered what it would feel like. Arven pulled her into the pseudo group hug, eliciting a surprised squeak from her. “Io! Thank you so much!” He beamed at her, a large yet soft hand resting on her back.

… oh.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Mimi just know everytime you post about repop i will start frothing at the mouth. that being said, do you have anymore content for it?

Anon just know that everytime you ask me about repop it makes my day so, so much better 💖 so thank you for that!! Please ask me 10 million things about it

Having said that, yes I do! I have several things I can talk about for it, but for now, lemme tell ya'll about Skyfire

Skyfire is the last of the free shuttles; shuttlers were largely judged to be war frames, and due to their incredible size the farms that shuttles are raised in are primarily to be harvested for their energon (medicinal purposes, mostly! Robust war frame immune systems meant to withstand even the worst of noxious, infectious material found in space) and mesh (super thick, living metal that's all but immune to radiation, it's incredibly useful). But Skyfire, as a vital part in winning the war after abandoning the decepticons once thawed out, was given a free pass into society

He doesn't actually live on Cybertron, though. He was the last of his kind, aside from Astrotrain, and refused point-blank to put sparklings into someone that didn't want them. He helped with the reconstruction effort as much as he could, but the second he was able he took off for space and didn't look back. Now he's enjoying his retirement studying microbes and alien rodents that are much better company than anyone back home. He's kept himself intentionally ignorant, blocking out any and all news broadcasts, resisting the intense urge to look at the state of Cybertron. He knows, it's inescapable, but he pretends it's not real because it threatens to swallow him alive.

He's sick to death over the state of Cybertron, all those poor babies raised as slave labor and livestock. His own kind nothing but blood bags to be drained of their energon and then have their bodies melted down, but there's nothing he can do. I considered for awhile, maybe having him on the run with a sparkling he stole from one of the breeding facilities, but that got edited out as newer drafts came to fruition.

When the plot kicks off and the reborn Megatron, Starscream, and Soundwave stage their escape, Optimus calls in Skyfire. The bitties won't listen to him, but he thinks they might listen to Skyfire. He doesn't risk speaking over the comms, too much risk, just tells Skyfire he needs an "emergency personal favor" and the old shuttle begrudgingly catches the first space bridge back to Cybertron. He goes to OP's coordinates, and in an underground cavern woven of old insecticon hive tunnels and mineshafts, he's brought face to face with this trio of trembling, terrified children, each with a farm brand right above their sparks, wearing the faces of long dead enemies.

Skyfire sees Starscream again, but this Starscream is tiny, shaking, still just a wee little youngling, holding his arms out to keep the other two behind him, glaring with such venom into Skyfire's face. The shuttle slowly turns his neck to stare down at the ex-Prime, and growls out, "What. Did. You. Do?!"