#will always be drawing him with a halo btw

[calkale]

okay i messed up mavs hair and cant fix it BUT heres ice <3

[barra-400]

June pt. 5

CW: badly drawn gore

[kroosluvr]

look at my royal trio dawg im cooked

( joker and crow swap au, normal outfits here! )

notes???

crow feels a little "wild west" to me which is funny and i kinda like it... (i was about to add spurs to his boots but didnt bc ok maybe THAT doesnt make sense KFSHKDAJ) maybe its not 100% "crow"-like but its bird of prey vibes i think??!?! i like it heh. also added in the black ribbon so the carry over to sumire makes sense! (also since shujin!goro in this au has his hair up until 3rd sem rolls around) and kept princekechi's white gloves.. adds a kind of classy vibe i think with the other "rustic" ness of the outfit

JOKER (throws tomatoes at him) clown aesthetic joker my beloved. his mask is silly and half of it kinda hugs his cheek and the other flares out, kinda like a masquerade mask? and ofc his outfit is very bright white and flashy... and he keeps that kinda swept hair style. ofc he is a massive show-off and loves drawing attention... always flourishing his fluffy cape and all that. oh yeah keeping the red gloves was important to me O_O i think it adds to his clown-ness too.......

black mask: keeps the "half on" cloak look (though it's a tattered coat instead) and the cloak is attached to his bodysuit with red threads. marionnette kinda... alluding to how he's a puppet.... also callback to orig. black mask's stripes the way they crisscross over his costume (and also his 13290573928 belts). only half of it has the checkered pattern btw, like his joker outfit. the mask itself takes shape from satanael's horns! and the red star-like "choker" is from satanael's halo. same w the sillay little bat wings on the back of his booties. i think akira as black mask is way more showy than goro is, so the bright red on him makes sense i think?

violet <3 MY SPECIALEST GIRL i think codename rose for her is cheeky and cute. in my head since crow names himself / is named after the birdlike patterns of his outfit he volunteers the name rose for her based off the rose on her hip as well as her rose-like leotard/dress. also included some subtle callbacks to crow's outfit!

the true awakening violet design is smth i made up a while ago, and is also my true awakening alt design for like. canon violet. but the gold bits r silver now THATS IT BASICALLY i think the colorscheme is very serene and swanlike.. very elegant classy and suits her i think!!!

also this is all subject to change bc i highkey made half of this up at 6am yesterday night teehee bonk. LOVE ROYALTRIO FOREVER

ADDITIONALLY theres a lot of 4-point star/diamond shape patterns and that is because it is my crutch. SO SORRY. LKDSFJKLS459034902590

[wannaeatramyeon]

Is this how you do it- (Not a frequent tumblr user so) Anyways I'm in love with your writing and always look forward to reading new content from you everytime I open this app it's fabulous tbh. On a side note, I wanted to request the lookism guys with a s/o who loves to draw, is generally into art and just lives a normal life like going to college, travelling by the metro, staying up till 3 am to finish art school assignments or just homework you know. I'd love it if you include gun but its totally upto you. Lastly I say it again you're my favorite account on here so I'll always support you btw lmao😭😭😭

Thank you so much for sending in the ask and apologies again (and to all the current requests...) on how long it is taking! AHHHHHH you are so sweet!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT and for giving the idea for another soft Gun!

Gun Park x Reader: Masterpiece

Gun with art student!reader. You're creating your final assignment.

"What's this piece?"

"Wait and see."

Gun watches you move the oversized blank canvas, rearranging your paints and material. Preparing your little corner of his penthouse. Your studio, you call it. A spot he has cleared aside for you when you gasped at the lighting one afternoon.

Between your art assignments and Gun's job, any free time you have together is sparse - you both take what you can. A call here or there, sporadic messages, infrequent dates if both your schedule allows.

It only made sense for you to move in, to make it easier to steal time together.

Still, your final project looms on the horizon. You need to focus your time and energy on this for now.

Regrettably.

Because as Gun sits and watches you, tie hanging loose, top shirt buttons undone, hair casual and flopping over his eye, you think he looks good enough to eat.

Focus. You shake your head, redoubling your efforts to concentrate. Strike while the iron is hot; you're inspired right now and you don't want to fail an assignment due to an art block. Again.

Gun stays quiet as he observes you. Gracefully moving, pencil between deft fingers, sketching out your ideas.

There's a lot of things that Gun Park can do, but he knows he can't do this. His hands are better suited to create and mould other sort of masterpieces.

His eyes watch you as much as they do your hand. The crease between your brows as you work out the angle, nose wrinkling when it doesn't quite work out how you imagine. Tongue out in concentration, hair up in a bun and wispy tendrils caressing your neck.

He is in awe seeing the lines and shapes take form.

.

.

The buzz of Seoul softens at 3am when you finish a few weeks later.

You look proudly at your work. It may be your best one yet.

"Is that me?" Gun takes in the figure you have painted.

Suddenly shy and self-conscious, you nod. It's not the first one you've created of your boyfriend but it's the first one that he has seen more than a passing glimpse of.

Gun blinks at the canvas. Is that how you see him?

He studies the angle of the face, scar softened in shades of pink between eyes that should be demonic. Recognises himself in the pose, odd that it is comforting and protective rather than intimidating. The lighter shades of your paint strokes illuminates, frames him like a halo.

Gun looks at the painting and feels your love poured into it.

It's him all at once and not at all. At least not in the way anyone else could possibly see him.

"It's a masterpiece," he kisses you softly as you smile against his lips, "And you're mine."

[thevoidofwinter]

this is SUPER late bc its been A Time lately and i also kinda forgot for a while oops. BUT. a little bit of rambling about my cccc/hms designs + interpretation as requested by @keruukat :]

so first off, all three of them in my "main" designs for them are incredibly creature coded. this is literally just because i wanted to and enjoy that type of theme. mind is dragon themed, heart is... bird creature thing. themed. and soul is cockatrice themed which was actually not my idea and a big brain suggestion my friend @atticustimestwo came up with (thank you forever atticus btw. probably never would have thought of that myself sLJFKSL) !!! as a result of this, they're all incredibly instinct driven and highly reactionary. yes mind hates this.

side note, i also have different names i like using for them! mind is helios, heart is lunaris, and soul is anularis. this was mostly just to separate them when doing rps with friends but i've come to really enjoy these names :]

but with that out of the way! i'll start with my mind design bc i'm biased towards blue and dragons oops.

originally, he started out being the least creature coded of the three, both in terms how i was messing around with design and actually in how i read the "timeline" of the album, as it were. in character wise, he absolutely hated being "inferior" to the other two. he didn't have any claws to speak of, no scales, no feathers. he was the most human looking and he didnt like that. so what does he do? oh yknow.

design wise, i realized i liked leaning more into the robotic theming like a lot of people do bc idk! it's fun. why not. and then my dragon bias hit when i heard that One Line in RoE while drawing one day and the gears started turning. i still haven't ironed it out 100% drawing wise, but here's what i have so far:

a good part of the left side of his face is a screen! its default is just an eye, though it can be just about anything. it definitely turns to a clock during RoE and i do imagine it becoming super animated during TME. also glitchy from Be Born into TME as well.

his floating crown is a hologram he keeps up at most times, but the sun halo is just kind of. always there.

there's a lot of metal. like. a LOT. his neck is plated + his modulator is built into that. his entire spine is reinforced with metal. metal arms, probably some metal patches elsewhere too. and yknow the robotic dragon tail

he glows ominously in the dark. you can see that here- just kind of an aura type thing along with the glowy robotic bits on him.

he has irises and pupils, though most of the time they aren't visible bc he is. Tired. they snap into visibility when he's focused or angry though. (i have a very vivid mental image of them snapping into focus during the intro of TME)

he has mechanical wings! they're retractable and mostly are just there because, again, he couldn't bear to be "inferior" to heart and soul, who both also have wings. he can fly with them, though most of the time they're literally just for threat display. also yes, there are slits in the back of his jacket for the wings i just forget to draw them lol

he has an innate need to Be The Tallest. they're literally all the same height but this bitch wears heeled boots with metal on the soles to make himself taller.

the sun patch on his right jacket sleeve was put there by heart; the crown on the left he did himself.

he kinda??? has electricity abilities that he gained over the process of turning himself more robotic. this is important to note for a later note with soul :)

...that's all i can think of for now but i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. its fine! onto heart :D

heart has always been the most creature coded to me, as the representation of emotion. and yknow. emotions can be pretty damn innate, instinctual, and visceral. or maybe that's just my take on it cause mine sure are lfsdkjhdfjk

i couldn't choose between black and white wings so his are both! a gradient from white into black with white speckles and purple heart-shaped markings on a few of the primary feathers :] he also has a lot of feathers in other places, such as covering his ears, his neck, chest, arms, legs, and of course tail.

his eyes aren't actually physically damaged! his near-blindness and extreme light sensitivity are actually a result of mind glowing blindingly bright (something something don't stare at the sun) after the shot, and then later the harsh red glow of soul's trident when he got the scars on his face.

his halo is a crescent moon most of the time, though it can change to different phases either on command or in reaction to his emotions. i haven't quite decided which phase stands for what yet, i'll figure it out eventually...

he loves loves loves putting patches on things, especially different textured ones. the heart patch on his hoodie sleeve is soft!

his blindfold has the phases of the moon on it! they weren't initially there as the blindfold was given to him by soul, but mind later embroidered the phases onto it during a concord loop.

his tail is actually kinda prehensile and really strong- he can totally use it to hang onto stuff and even hang off a branch upside down.

he used to be able to fly easily, but after getting his wings broken one too many times in scuffles, it's a lot more difficult to do so now. theoretically he still could with enough adrenaline, though.

he slouches a lot because of his wings, so he usually appears to be the shortest of the group. he can and will stand up straight for threat displays, though.

guy really doesn't like wearing shoes most of the time. socks it is.

aaand i think that's all i have for heart atm!

soooo, soul moment :] soul is such an intriguing guy to me. we really don't see (or hear, ig) a lot of him for a good part of the album, so tbh even to me he's still kinda an enigma. i do adore him a lot though. this guy is SO tired and done with heart and mind's shit, please let him have one (1) nap.

i went back and forth on this guy's design a whole lot before atticus suggested the cockatrice idea, and even a little bit after that i debated it for a while. should he be the most human, or appear so far disconnected that he's barely recognizable? WELL. turns out i went kinda midline with that lmao.

he has both scales and feathers to mirror heart and mind's respective features. i love a symbolism

he has a mane of feathers going down his spine, though it's usually only visible on his tail cause. yknow. clothes.

his wings are summonable, and he doesn't usually have them out cause they're HEAVY. they're a mix of draconic and feathered wings as well. he can also fly with them, though it's usually too much effort for him to even consider.

he has four red diamond-shaped lights hovering above his head at all times, like heart and mind have their respective permanent halos.

when under extreme stress/emotions, he has three light horns that manifest, reminiscent of his trident. he also glitches the fuck out

^ the visual glitching is actually a result of mind. what happened during the shot was that heart shot at mind (and missed, but the fact that heart even tried was the problem) -> when he finds out, soul unintentionally snaps and freaks the fuck out, attacking heart and mind -> mind panics and absolutely electrocutes soul, causing his form to glitch and go black and white -> ever since then, extreme emotions causes him to start glitching again!

the shadow half of him is also reactive to his emotions, though is there more often and easier than the glitching. it's pretty much his default, especially during cacophony. (i have a pretty vivid mental image of it fading into view during dream)

the back of his jacket has a trident, crown, and heart embroidered on it, something that all three of them worked on together :]

this is literally just for comedy reasons, but soul's shirt is usually a basic t-shirt, but sometimes it has text on it and the text can change at will

also have a few misc notes that i think are fun :]

while i do adore these creature-esque designs, i also want to do more abstract designs (that they're probably liable to shift to under extreme stress/it being their "true" forms), as well as closer to human designs :]

same thing with clothing designs. i'm so indecisive help. i think im gonna do all of one or two color designs, and then some alt designs where they mix and match colors some!

i do like to imagine heart is physically the strongest out of the three, mind mentally the strongest, and soul the strongest overall. just in relation to each other, of course.

...and i think that's all! at least all that i can remember right now lol, i'm likely to come back and edit this or reblog with additions when i think of more things. it's kinda intimidating to finally be posting this bc im usually so quiet on this front, but i hope whoever manages to read this giant wall of text enjoys! :D

[guppygiggles]

im already curious abt the new OC!! Ingrid looks so lovely~

what inspired the head shape, btw? im also very intrigued by the "one grade ahead" comment... lil Avery in school :((((( /pos so adorable

Hello! I am touched by your interest in her, thank you! 💙 She is based on cirrus clouds, pictured above.

I'm going to infodump a bit here, because clouds are my special interest (shocking nobody, haha) and all of my characters are based on real science. I'll put it under a cut, because I know not everybody appreciates my long-winded expositions, and that's perfectly okay. 💙 I'll talk a bit about your second point toward the end.

I'll start with Avery, since he's the one you know!

Avery was inspired by cumulonimbus clouds, which are the only genus of cloud that can produce all types of weather conditions. While nimbostratus can produce rain, snow, and sleet, only cumulonimbus can create thunder, lightning, and even tornadoes (if they get angry enough). All clouds can fluctuate in size, but cumulonimbus are able to grow larger and are physically stronger than any other genus. Cumulonimbus clouds, like all genera, also have their own species; Avery, specifically, is a cumulonimbus calvus (flat bottom, puffy top). If you were to touch Avery's skin, you would be able to feel that there's a storm inside of him. Looking closely, you would see that his internal "texture" is always shifting and moving. Cumulonimbus clouds always have a mixed composition (a mixture of water and ice crystals), and they can span all layers of the troposphere, so their internal temperate can fluctuate.

Worth mentioning here is that being of a specific genus or species does not mean anything for a cloud's personality; they can vary as much as human personalities can. It would be wrong to make assumptions about a cloud's about disposition based on their appearance (which, by the way -- any cloud can have any body type. The form/shape of their body is not determined by their genus or species, only their head shape, physical abilities and composition).

That said, all cloudkind are generally friendly and altruistic; they exist in a society that is based on compassion and interest in the welfare of its members, not competition.

Ingrid is based on cirrus clouds, specifically, cirrus unicus (pictured above). In Latin, the name means "curly hooks"; they are generally thin, whispy clouds, sometimes also called mares' tails. Cirrus is the only genus that contains the unicus species. Unlike cumulonimbus, cirrus clouds can only form at high altitudes and are composed of ice crystals, which is why she is always cold and would be cold to the touch, too. Optical phenomena, like sun dogs, halos, and cloud iridescence are often associated with cirrus clouds. They cannot produce weather phenomena, but they are often an indicator that stormy weather is coming soon.

On Avery and Ingrid's relationship, they grew up together, and their families are very close. Education is incredibly important in cloud society and is, of course, free and accessible for everyone. I'm planning on writing more about them and their friendship in the future. :3 I think they would have been so cute as kids, too! Personally, I have worked around children for much of my career, I have a huge heart for kids and find them fascinating.

Importantly, if I ever draw my characters as children, it will be for storybuilding purposes only and will NOT involve tickling. Canonically, tickling does not even exist as a concept in Cirropa, and Avery is the only cloud who has ever left.

[preciouslittletoonette]

Welp, time to toss in my own ocs into the mix.

Meet Adelynn Murphy and Alexis Angel everyone!

Adelynn is the main character for a fic I plan to write (unnamed for now), a sequel fic taking place nearly 50 years after the Dark Revival. While I'm writing, feel free to send me any asks regarding dear Adelynn and/or Alexis.

It's gonna be Bendy/Ink Demon x oc because I'm not normal about him.

[Notes for those who maybe can't read what I wrote under the cut]

Adelynn Murphy (26-ish years; she/her)

Adelynn is an animator for ArchGate Films working on the new 2022 Bendy series reboot. Despite being a usually silent and reserved person, she's got a close, almost familial relationship with the rest of the Bendy team, willing to fight for and alongside them in tough times. So when a company merger between ArchGate and tech giant "Innovation" threatens to sack the entire Bendy team in a mass company lay-off along with her boss having mysteriously vanished, Adelynn will have to return to an uncomfortable figure from her past in order to find her boss and save her team's and her's livelihoods.

She's gonna wish she hadn't gone back to him.

Can be intimidating.

A usually quiet person until you get her to talk about her interests, the she won't shut up

She is South African-American

Quite close with her boss

Fascinated with creepy characters (design-wise)

can get anxious quite easily

A monsterfucker in denial

Her favourite characters are Bendy and Alexis Angel

Alexis Angel (Ageless; she/her)

"Born for the stage and starlight, Alexis greets the stage with a coy wink and goofy smile, entrancing the audience and a certain lil' devil darling with her heavenly voice and blessed dance moves"

Alexis Angel was created as the love interest for the Dancing Demon himself for the 90s hit series "The Hellish Tales of Bendy the Dancing Demon". Despite getting mixed reactions during her debut, Alexis is remembered fondly nowadays and has amassed a massive cult following, which allowed her to return to the newest reboot.

Regardless of how one might feel about her, it cannot be denied that the chemistry between her and Bendy is electric!

....Almost like he got a say in what he wanted her to be like....

Sounds a little like Minerva Mink

Love Interest to Bendy

Competitive rival to Alice Angel

A lil' shit disguised as a femme fatale

Loves to dance, especially with Bendy

Main difference between Alexis and Alice is that Alice tries to stop Bendy from getting into trouble- Alexis is usually in trouble with him from the get go.

Ink Demon Approved

The Jessica to Bendy's Roger. Though far more mischievous they are both. Alexis loves Bendy with all her angelic heart.

Adelynn Angel (she/her)

....And like it always does, everything goes horribly wrong.

Adelynn is trapped in the world of the Ink Machine with 3 main goals in mind: Survive, Find her boss and Figure out what's going on. While doing that, she uncovers the past of her boss and the studio and even begins to grow close with some of the denizens of the Ink World, especially with a certain demon she struggles not to think about, considering he's as much in her head as she is in his head...

Oh she might definitely be catching feelings

A mix between her human form and Alexis Angel.

In a lot of pain from halo being forced attached to her skull and possibly brain.

Exhausted and Anxious

Felt too exposed in Alexis' normal outfit, found a coat to wear to cover up.

Draws to soothe nerves

Rarely speaks to anyone besides the voice in her head- which btw->

Is telepathically connected to the Ink Demon.

A bit of a story piece here: the first time she saw the Ink Demon in person, she was not afraid nor disgusted but fascinated and enchanted. She LOVES to draw him. She let it slip once that she was in love with his design and he hasn't been normal since.

[enochianghost]

Hi! I always love seeing your avatar on my feed. Did you draw it? Would you want to talk about what it means to you?

Oh! That's my fursona Enoch. He's the ghost of an angel and also a cat and yes I did draw it myself :)

What this picture means to me is that I needed a new avatar and I had no pictures of Enoch in his most powered up True Form so I hit two birds with one stone. Also drawing this is when I came up with the idea to make his halo be held together with ectoplasm post-death so I love it for that. It's kinda old art at this point tho. I keep telling myself I need to update my avatar but I still haven't gotten around to it. So this one's here to stay a little longer I guess.

What the character himself means to me tho? Well he started out as just a character to represent me in vent art tbh. I even posted some of that vent art on his toyhouse, but a lot of it is very private so it's not posted anywhere. The point is I've projected my worst traumas onto this boy and then gave him the power to overcome them better than I can. Yaknow, typical venty character. At some point I started liking him enough to just use him as any other OC tho. I started drawing him just for fun instead of for venting and asking other artists to draw him too. And then I found that I identified with him a lot more than the characters I actually made to represent me, so now he's my mascot of sorts.

He doesn't always have all those eyes btw. Most often he looks like this:

(And yes I did also draw this one haha)

[subhlibrary]

sub h fics read in october ♡

can I get you out of your panties by daddylouist (4k)

Louis 'doesn't feel well', so Harry offers to take care of him. They end up playing truth or dare. It ends up going a bit wrong (which maybe ends up being all right in the end)

It's a Beautiful Sound, It's a Beautiful Noise by orphan_account (7k)

He feels Louis’ fangs piercing the pale skin of his neck without warning, pain shooting down the upper half of his body. He feels a sucking sensation at the spot, like a drink being sucked from a straw. He feels the vampire’s lips suckling the surrounding area, drawing out every last drop of blood like Harry is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

or, harry loses his halo, and he really needs to get it back

want a boy with a smooth liquidization, want a boy with a good dividend by harryslovechild (22k)

Harry likes wearing lipgloss and skirts but his best mate who wants to always kiss him has no idea. Louis catches him one night in the bathroom, asks him to wear one and Harry puts on a mini skirt for him. Things escalate dramatically. just 22k worth of porn lmao

let me put on a show for you daddy by sky_reid (8k)

harry is an art (per)form(ance).

Shape of You by zedi (7k)

Fic or One shot idea where Harry dances in front of his flat windows and he doesn’t notice Louis in the flat across the alley from his.

I Wanna Thrill You Tonight by orphan_account (10k)

"What does that have to do with my being a virgin?"

"Virgin blood is the sweetest of all."

Or the one where Louis is a vampire, and things don't go as expected.

faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too) by orphan_account (27k)

the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child. this is the cutest fic ever btw please read it

Kiss me by carebearlarrie (3k)

Where Harry does a TikTok challenge and kisses his crush (Louis) ft. sweater paw Harry. no smut but super cute

I Knew Right From the Beginning That You Would End Up Winning by aalexandravictoriaa

"I remember the first day I met you," Louis says, using his thumbs to make Harry open up to him even more. "I remember wanting to take you right there on the fucking street. I wanted to bend you over and bury myself in you over and over again. I couldn't then, but I'm going to now, baby. First with my tongue, then with my cock."

OR

Harry is Louis' favorite camboy and Louis becomes his Daddy.

blue jean baby, LA lady (1k) and the sequel have you ever felt so goddamn strong? (2k) by harrapunzel

doesnt really have a summary but basically harry decides to keep one of gemmas dresses and louis fucks him in it

Is It Okay? by larry_hiatus (4k)

Louis’ breath hitched when Harry added his second hand, and even more of his pretty little polished nails came into view. He moaned low in his throat, reaching forward to stroke his finger down the length of Harry’s thumb. How could someone’s hands be so gorgeous and cute, especially doing something so scandalous?

Run and I'll Give Chase by orphan_account (24k)

Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

it's just kind of a thing by pleasuringlouis (2k)

"Look at you. All spread out and ready for me, yeah? Knew you were a bit of a cockslut. Could hear it almost every night when you'd beg him to fuck you. To give it to you hard and raw, 'member that, H? Even fucked on the couch once when I was in the kitchen making tea." He hissed, hips rubbing forwards against his arse to drag his own cock up against his entrance.

(or the one where Harry's sex tape gets released and everyone thinks that it's Louis. Louis may or may not become obsessed with said video.)

deep in my bones by lostinsanity (2k)

“You have to promise me you’re going to be quiet, okay? Can’t let anyone know what I’m doing to you.”

In which Harry can't stop making noise and they're way too close to fans to take that chance... but they do anyway.

take my medicine (treat you like a gentleman) by kwitegay (1k)

"Yes, god yes, just..." He bites his lip, looking him dead in the eyes, "Use me. Use me as a fucking toy, Louis. Nothing will give me more pleasure."

- in which cock and being used are harry's medicine, and louis happy to give it to him.

carried away by candypinklouis (1k)

Harry’s had this ache in his chest for about a week.

He doesn’t know what it is, some sort of longing that makes him feel empty and lost deep in his ribs. He thinks maybe it has to do with the thing with Louis. The thing that was yet to be truly identified. But he isn’t sure if that’s what it was. And even if he knew for sure, he wouldn’t know how to ask for it.

Wanting Louis to be rough with him. Wanting to feel powerless and embarrassed and loved all at once.

Need it all the time by horseriderharry (1k)

"Got such a pretty arse, so perfect." He coos, pressing a blunt finger onto Harry's hole, watching the way Harry arches up to chase it.

"Greedy." Louis hisses out, landing a loud smack onto Harry's arse.

[gronjon44]

So I wanna talk about Halo Infinite and one of the most important parts of it

(⚠️SPOILERS⚠️for the game btw) so if you haven't beaten it then I suggest you skip this and then return later

So anyone who's beaten the game should understand when I say that, in Infinite, Chief is at arguably his lowest he's ever been; having lost one of his biggest battles with the Banished while on a mission to destroy Cortana permanently, he's already not having a great time.

But I wanna talk specifically one of the most important interactions in the entire game (and it happens roughly near the final mission)

This is the game where someone finally asks Chief the important question that I don't think anyone has ever actually asked: "Are you okay?"

Nowhere in any other game I believe, does anyone take the time to ask if he's actually OK also don't bring up Halo 3 with Sgt Johnson his vitals litterally went dark thats a different kind of concern

Weapon is the only one to ever ask if he's actually doing okay, and instead of giving him half assed response or an excuse he openly admits he isn't; Weapon asked him 3 separate times in the game if he was okay and he only ever answered once on the final time.

And can you blame him for not being okay?

Ever since Halo 3 Chief has had wave after wave of hardhip thrown at him, and it starts with Cortana being left behind on the Halo with Gravemind after Halo 2.

And when you look across the game you realize that a key part of its themes and plot is the pain/guilt that Chief feels towards everything that's happened (especially to Cortana)

Everything he believes in has been put to the test more times than ever, from Cortanas capture by the Gravemind, the battle with the Diadact, and the events of Halo 5 with her eventual Rampancy.

He constantly blames himself and burdens himself with everything that's happen, he's been doing it since before he met Cortana. It's pushed him so far that, at times, he doubts his own decisions more than ever, hoping that he did the right thing.

It's why the comment Echo-216 makes about how Chief respected Escharum in his final moments is so important, because he knows exactly what was going through his mind in those last moments.

Ans it isn't just present events of the games either.

The game draws from his origins before CE in the Fall of Reach Novel, where he suffered the loss of fellow soldier and close friend Spartan-034, Samuel (the pass codes for Weapons shutdown sequence all refference Sam)

And looking beyond that he still carries the weight of his mistakes, both past and present.

He's lost battles before, and he's always bounced back; the loss to Atriox and the Banished however, seem to have pushed him father than before, almost as far as when he lost Sam and his other Spartans during the events of Fall of Reach.

He's on the brink and facing odds that, for the first time in a long time, are showing cracks in that expressionless gold face plate.

Echo-216 said he wasn't like Chief, that he deserves to be buried in the Condors with the other UNSC soldiers who died fighting the Banished, but he's wrong.

Chief knows exactly how he feels, and knows they aren't different; Chief wishes he could've died protecting Cortana, that he could've been there to die with his Spartans who were left behind on Reach, to die with Sam when he sacrificed himself to stop the Covennant ship.

And it isn't just Cheif feeling the weight of his decisions, others carry that weight. Others... like Cortana.

Cortana fought everyone to do what she thought was right, to win a fight that she felt with evrry fiber of her being that she was the winner in. But she failed, she failed in the worst way.

In her own words, because of her, she created an enemy that was pointing a weapon right at the universe... an enemy that had nothing to lose.

Even the Weapon, someone who didn't even meet Cortana, felt the weight of her decisions, the weight of Chief's distrust, the sheer weight of everything around her...

And it nearly crushed her back.

She was ready to sacrifice herself, just like Cortana did, snd was ready to own up to her mistakes in and instant.

But she didn't have to, because in that moment, Chief saw that spark, the part of her that made Weapon part of Cortana. And he wouldn't lose her a second time.

Cortana was always the first person to know Chief, someone who wasn't a Spartan.

She didn't have to ask him anything because she knew him that well.

And to see someone else develop that trust with him, someone who he's only known for a few days maybe, and to see him openly admit just how hard it's been for him, says alot about Chief as a character and for Infinite as a game.

The sheer amount of humanity in this game is just out of this world and frankly, Halo Infinite has cemented itself as my favorite of the games.

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Hola! I was wondering if you could write a Hanahaki Disease fic for George? Where the reader (any pronouns) liked him since they were kids but George somehow shows that he doesn’t like them back? Love your writing btw 💕

(In case you didn’t know, Hanahaki Disease is a Japanese folklor, a fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when suffering from one-sided love)

Ah, for the longest time, I've been obsessed with the Hanahaki Disease. I always thought it's so beautiful and sad at the same time. I'm also so happy that you enjoy my writing hunny bun! Fun facta:  1. Hana means “flower” and hakimasu means “to throw up”!                    2. i finished this at 2 am 

They/Them prns but kinda implied AFAB? 

My Beautiful Blossom P1

When Yn looked down at their palm, they saw a stunning bright crimson petal with some blood spots surrounding it. When George shouted "Hey Yn," Yn hurriedly covered their hand. "Hey George, what's up?" Yn inquired, looking up at him he's so pretty. " You know Heather?" George says as he hurriedly sits down biting his lip (if your name is Heather, choose a different one!). Yn nodded and inquired with a cocked head, "Yeah, what about her?"

When George said, "I asked her out," Yn felt their stomach drop. "Well, did she say yes?" George nodded and blush. "Congratulations," Yn muttered before collecting their bag and rushing off to the bathroom. Yn's lungs started to hurt, causing them to cough, and out came two more red petals, Yn felt as if their heart was stopping. They soon dropped their bag and fell to the floor. When the door opened, Heather entered. Yn didn't give a damn that the girl was staring at them because their tears had finally managed to escape the invisible baracade.

"They'll like you back, you just have to tell them," Heather said softly while sitting next to Yn and caressing their back. Glancing at the two petals. "I can't," Yn shook their head. "Why not Yn c'mon tell me please" "because he likes you, Heather, and you like him, I can't do that to you guys," Yn sniffled. When Yn started to cry once more, a cough interrupted her. No petals, just blood as Yn took their fingers away. "Please just go Heather please," Yn sobbed while covering their mouth.

Heather nodded and rose up, gathering her bag. "Heather," Yn said, making Heather stop  to look back at Yn, "just don't tell him I'll be ok just please don't tell him." Heather bit her lip but nodded, "Ok, I promise I won't tell him," before opening the door and leaving. Yn wiped their lips, grabbed the petals, and got to their feet. Before taking the petals and tossing them in the trash, Yn hurriedly grabbed some paper towels, soaked them, and cleaned their lips and hands.

----

Yn felt as like they were about to pass out since they were so tired. "Yn are you ok hun" the teacher asked, drawing everyone's attention to Yn. Yn looked down at their shaking hands before they stood up but quickly fell to the ground, causing everyone to start shouting and running towards them.

As soon as Yn woke up they noticed they were in the nurse's office, they jumped up, grabbed their bag from beside them, and hurried back to class. Everyone turned to face Yn when they squeaked the door open, "Yn what are you doing up you're supposed to be in the nurse's office dear." Mr. Halo stated "I'm feeling good now, Mr. Halo; I only forgot to eat this morning,"  Yn lied smiling at him, he motioned for them to have a seat.

---

The bell for break finally rang, causing Yn to jump, "Yn, can you please hold on for a moment," Mr. Halo called, causing Yn to sigh and nod, and everyone quickly left the room. Mr. Halo then shut the door, asking, "Yn, tell me what actually happened." Yn shook their head, tears welling up in their eyes, "Yn darling, I can't help if you don't tell"  Mr. Halo's face dropped as Yn reached inside their bookbag and pulled out a handful of petals. He hurriedly hugged Yn.

the two sat in silence for a while until Mr. Halo remarked, "You go have the rest of your lunch. I'm here if you need me, okay." Yn nodded and threw the petals back into their bag before jumping up, "Yn," to which they responded, "yeah." "you were always my favourite" he laughed, making Yn smile. Yn departed swiftly feeling slightly better than before.

---

When their door opened and George entered, Yn was sitting on their bed scrolling through their phone. Yn said, "Hey Gog's, I didn't know we had plans today," and sat up, "we didn't" "So why'd you come over?" Yn remarked, clearing their throat before coughing lightly, "Your mum told me you're not feeling well." Yn felt their stomach drop as they said, "Oh it's just the flu."

"Find a boyfriend yet," smiled George as he nodded. When Yn began coughing more violently, they quickly turned away and muttered, "oh no, not yet." George, sat upright, then asked, "Yn, are you ok?" Yn continued to cough till a red rose glistened with blood fell into their hand. "Yn-" Yn kept coughing as petals and blooms spilled from between their lips. "Yn Yn oh my god who is it's Yn JUST TELL ME PLEASE." George shouted and wrapped Yn with his arms.

Yn coughed again while shaking their head, "YN PLEASE JUST TELL ME SO I CAN HELP." "Are you so-"  Yn coughed and interrupted themselves, "Are you so fucking stupid you don't see," Yn said breathlessly. George eyes were clouded with tears, and his cheeks were stained.

"You are so stupid that you cannot understand how much I love you. It's already too late," Yn yelled out in a whisper and cried while coughing once more. " No, it's not too late; I love you, Yn." " You don't have to lie" Yn laughed while shaking their head. " You can leave now so you won't have to witness me dying," Yn said as they wiped their lips with the back of their palm. As they sank to their side, George whispered "It's my fault, I can at least stay," as he shook his head and grabbed Yn's hand.

"Don't miss me too much, George," Yn smiled and said as they closed their eyes. " No promises, my beautiful blossom," George sniffled as he wiped his face with his free hand. " She's perfect for you, George, take careful care of her", Yn said as they opened their eyes. Yn  closed their eyes while tightly gripping George's hand before going limp.

[unikron-kitten-kat]

Here is another OC of mine!

She is a variant though! She is Demon!Alex. She is a Variant of Alex, who I will make a post on later, who happened to have Demon parents. Er, at least sorta. Her Mom is a Demon-Halfling, and her Dad is the child of a Demon-Halfling and a Human.

Loving this style! Might try and draw my other more Main OCs in this style!

Btw, for anyone wondering, the text in the top right says "Well, mark me down as scared AND horny-"

Some info!

Demon!Alex always thought she was just aroace. And then she met her now boss; the one and only, the myth, the legend, Slenderman. He was just... So eye-catching. His appearance caught her off guard to be honest. In all the stories told, she would have expected him to be some sorta goofy tree-ent fea beast or something, not a sexy Eldritch Demi-God.

She was among the first Proxies Slenderman 'adopted', but she didn't really see him as a father figure as most the other Proxies did. Unlike most, she actually had a decent childhood, with loving parents, who are still alive btw. She was just... Influenced by the wrong people.. And due to the fact she opened her eyes to the kind of people they were a little too late, she lost her immediate trust of anybody she came across.

Slenderman was just lucky he found 'half-dead' and unconscious. She begrudgingly follows his orders. You could say she is a really big trouble-maker, and Slenderman finds her to be more difficult than Jeff and the Quartet: Jeff himself, Toby, BEN, and Eyeless. She just.. Really hates authority due to past experiences.. Either that or she really enjoys seeing him angry.. Nobody knows which one.

Alex uses She/Her, is a cis female. Probably straight. She is 5'7", and is a Demon-Halfling. Human Halfling to be more specific. She can control some form of flame known as the Green variant of Demon Phyr, which is lower on the scale of power, but still strong enough to ward off even Slenderman. Her wings are normally small, for convenience, but they can grow to be gigantic. Her tail too. Her Demon Half is of the specie Could Jumpers. Their wings are typically massive, with large tails to steer and jerk to make fast u-turns. Her horns were severed and couldn't grow back. Only one side of her head grew horns.

When Alex gets flustered, her eyes widen, pupils fluctuate between large and small. Her body goes rigid, her wings spike outward, her tail coils, her already melty halo drips even more.. She shakes a bit too. Probably from how tense her body just became..

She essentially made 'Operator merch' for her and the other proxies to wear. The telling detail being Slenderman's mark being on the clothing in any form: a patch, a print, anything.

She acts all stoic, and is all bark and bite, until Slenderman steps into the picture. Sure others would only notice she stops yelling and whatnot, her exterior not changing much, with that Death GlareTM being a permanent expression of her face. But when everyone else leaves is pretty much when her tail goes between her legs. Honestly, she is conflicted with her body parts. Sure, being a Demon-Halfling is cool and all, but not when your Eldritch Boss can physically see how powerless you are against him.. But it is hot tho-

KINKS BELOW, LOL

If she had the balls, would probably audibly ask Slenderman to step on her, or choke her. Due to how her body registers pain, she developed a sort of pain kink, so is a machosist. Would probably drop the entire bold-face act and become a submissive lil pet if Slenderman put a collar on her. She is touch starved ngl. Been living away from her parents for a long while(still keeps in touch tho), and hasn't been in any relationships due to her immense trust issues. Probably has both a praise and a humiliation kink. Literally into BDSM. Slenderman could literally bully her while she is restrained and she would LOVE it.

[wolfiethewriter]

First Line Meme

Rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag your favorite authors.

Thanks to the lovely @catsafarithewriter​ for tagging me to do this! I’ll include some stuff from my WIPs that will definitely be dropping at some stage so its not just a copy paste of my posted stuff :)

All of these ca be found on my ao3 btw ;)

Helluva Boss stuff -

Halo (WIP)

“Stolas could tell something was wrong when he woke up that morning, but he didn't know just how wrong things would go.”

Satellite (WIP)

“Blitz leant back against Stolas’ chest feathers and sighed contentedly.“

Singn’ and Dancin’ 

“Stolas huffed a heavy sigh as he sat back in his chair, more than a little frustrated.“

Stealth 101

“Yeah, sure, sounds grand,” Octavia said, holding her phone to her ear. “Perfect, I’ll see you then.”

Leaving This World Behind [personal fave]

“Blitz kicked the balcony door shut, grinding his teeth and muttering. Throwing the book onto the floor. Fuck today. Fuck today sideways with a rusty spoon.”

Everglow

“Falling. In his dreams, he was always falling.“

Starlight

“Stolas had always loved space. Even floating through it on occasion.”

Antigravity [another personal fave]

“Blitz scaled the wall as was his usual habit and climbed up onto Stolas’ bedroom balcony, heaving himself up and landing on his feet from months of practice.”

This Endless Endeavour

“Stolas woke slowly, the day and the sunlight dragging him into wakefulness. Out of habit he checked his phone – just in case Blitz had gotten in touch. But there was nothing. Not a text, a call, or anything.”

Disappear [because i like pain and i like tears]

“Blitz heard the loud beeping of his phone alarm and groaned, forcing his eyes to open.”

Revelations

“Blitzo struggled against the ropes binding his wrists behind his back, the rope rubbing against his already raw and bleeding skin. Cursing under his breath.”

Earthrise [i love this one so much]

“ As cliché as it sounded, when Stolas met Blitz, his whole world changed.“

Icarus

“If Blitzo was good at anything, it was fucking shit up.”

Otherworldly

“ If Blitz was asked to describe his opinion of prince Stolas honestly, he’d struggle.”

Annihalated Love

“Stolas sat on the steps of his palace, listening to the sounds of a damaged muffler as he watched Blitzo's van speed away like the imp just couldn't get away from his fast enough.”

Helluva House [Owl house and HB crossover]

“ Blitzo stood and watched his darling Loonie read out the spell from Stolas' grimoire and draw the symbol to open up the portal to the human world.”

Non HB stuff -

The Riverbank Bakery [WitW]

“Ratty stood outside the newly sprung-up establishment on the riverbank, hands on his hips, eyeing the place up and down.”

Can We Survive This? [Bleach]

“When Gin woke up that morning, he knew something was wrong.”

To Curse Oneself [cat returns]

“Baron sighed as he watched Haru walk through the portal back home again. leaving his world of adventure and magic behind, and him with that empty feeling in his chest.”

The Nowhere King [bleach and one of my better horror fics]

“Gin followed Sousuke obediently down the street in the human world, their jobs done for now.”

[blush-and-books]

For the 1.5k prompt celebration thing (CONGRATS BTW 🥳🥳🥳)

1. High school au

2. Fluff/Pining

3. Pre-relationship/confession

4. Hair (???)

i had so much fun with this one because one of my main luke hcs is that he has a THING for julie’s hair lmao

As much as the band made fun of him -- Luke loved Julie’s hair. So much so that he asked Flynn to teach him how to braid so that he could help Julie after gigs or during practice and she needed to tie her hair up. 

(He didn’t realize Julie loved his hair just as much, but we’ll come back to that later.)

It was idiotically indulgent, because it would be a few moments of him getting to feel her curls between his fingers and brush her scalp calmingly as if he could try and communicate through his hands that he loved her. Alex called him a simp. He wore the title with pride. 

People would look at him in the library as Julie studied and he helped her tie her hair back after watching her struggle with pushing it behind her ears for five minutes. He didn’t notice, too busy looking at her; and she didn’t notice, too busy focusing on how his hands felt as they gently weaved her hair into a braid. 

Reggie and Alex would snicker backstage as Luke would bunch Julie’s hair up, both of them layered in sweat, so that she would feel less overheated. He would gather it all together and then pull the scrunchie from her wrist and wrap it up into a ponytail; purposely trailing his fingers across her neck here and there. 

Her breath would catch every time his calluses would trace the skin there. 

They would even be in her room, watching a movie, and Luke would make small braids in her hair all around when he found that Julie would always be more interesting than whatever they were watching. 

(Even though she scowls at him for tangling up her hair; she secretly loves that he does it because he will make it up to her by tenderly unwinding each braid, leaving them cuddled close together for another 20 minutes.)

It was one of those things where they were just magnets drawing each other in with no labels around them -- no boyfriend or girlfriend, just Julie and Luke. 

And they were okay with that, for the most part. 

When Luke started wearing Julie’s scrunchies and other elastics around his wrist, she felt like it was a label in itself. He even started slightly coordinating each band with his clothing -- wearing her black elastics with his black jeans and her mustard yellow scrunchie with his Rush tank top. She felt like that was an odd label in itself -- Luke was always there, always aware, always taking care of her. 

Neither of them knew where his fascination with her hair came from, but she didn’t hate it, and so she would make a conscious effort to not only entertain it but also reward it. 

She would always be twisting and turning her hair into different styles while still making sure there would be a few curls running wild for him to wrap around his fingers and tug on to get her attention.

Other times, when they are writing or watching another movie on their movie nights or sleeping in the back of the car during lunch, she’ll let Luke lay in her lap and scrape her nails against his scalp as she combs her fingers through her hair. 

“You have really nice hair,” she mumbles one day, and it’s the first time either of them have explicitly complimented each other out loud about the hair that they are both obsessed with. Luke rolls his head back in her lap as his legs are bent in front of him while they are perched in his backseat, and looks up at her with a halo of curls surrounding her head. 

“Says you,” he comes back with, finalizing the note with a tug on one of the freed ringlets. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your hair is like, my favorite thing.”

Julie covers her chest in mock surprise. “What? It’s not my sparkling personality?”

She watches as he grins below her, and catches one of her hands that was once tangled in his hair in his hand. He looks uncomfortable, but holding Julie’s hand is more important. 

“Tied for first with your sparkling personality, your kindness, talent, smile, how smart you are, your wrecking ball voice-”

“Doesn’t that fit in with talent?” “-Your cool clothes, and how much love you have for your friends.”

“That basically summarizes every part of me.” “Well every part of you is amazing.”

Even though every moment between them alone is softer than the one before, Luke can’t but feel like he’s just admitted way too much about how he feels about Julie. Like, he thinks he sounds extraordinarily obsessed with her -- which he is, but shut up -- and he doesn’t want to overwhelm her. 

But instead of jumping out of the car and never speaking to him again, Julie leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

“Well, your hair is probably my favorite,” she jokes with a little tug on one of his chestnut locks. “But… The rest of you is pretty okay too.”

Like an idiot, Luke grins because he knows Julie was kidding and even the smallest compliment feels like a win. Humming, he cuddles closer into her stomach. 

“Thank you.”

[glitteringcoffee]

The Life and CRIMES of Scrooge McDuck

Ok so ... hear me out

I liked the new Ducktales episode (the one I was extremely looking forward to since the title was revealed) and a few small parts were outstandingly good BUTTT...

... it was not what I expected at all. The comic freak in me really wished for a few great refrences of the Don Rosa masterpiece ~The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck~ LITERALLY THE SOURCE WHERE THE EPISODE TITLE COMES FROM and also we gotta talk about Scrooge a bit

Of course Scrooge’s character (even if he is portrayed a lot more “heroic” than he actually is) and a lot of other things in the whole series are in connection with this comic but I still expected more classic authentic comic Scrooge flashbacks for this episode. If it would have had a different title to start with, I probably wouldn’t even begin to complain about it that much.

Aside from that my personal wish of a Klondike Goldie flashback died (I really wanted that, I even made an animation, come onnn) and she literally sued him at least once already ...

... still don’t know how they just skipped over that golden opportunity ...

Also, get that they didn’t include his ACTUALLY BIGGEST CRIME from the comic where he swindled and burned down a whole village ... no joke - he had devil horns ...  Also what he said to his sister here reminds me of what he told Magica: “Looks to me like your family is holding you back”

If you ask me, Don Rosa’s Scrooge McDuck will always be superiour to the DT17 version. HIS DEVELISH DECISIONS HAD A LASTING EFFECT ON HIM THAT CHANGED HIM. Yes, his actions in the DT17 version are bad too but what did he do? He was “truly sorry”, that’s it?? I’m not complaining about Scrooge being a terrible person BUT ABOUT HOW THEY PRETTY MUCH JUST BRUSHED IT OFF.

ALSO: SCROOGE MCDUCK WAS NEVER MENT TO BE A HERO WITH A SHINING HALO OR SOMETHING

...it haunted him for years to come...

But in the end it was a good episode (even if I really think they should have taken a completely different approach with it) It had a heartwarming Sharpie / Louie development, nice flashbacks, a very interesting side of Scrooge and POE DE SPELL (Can Magica find him in the finale pleaseee???? I really feel bad for her even if she was utterly heartless to that village ... and the story of how he became a crow ... damnnn ... that’s gonna be another post tho, maybe even a drawing ... don’t know yet)

So to close this little rant of a comic lover on a positive note, have some Scrooge screenshots: (loved the fact that he wore the Outlaw Scrooge McDuck outfit btw)

[seasonofthewicth]

Proposal prompt (quarantine questions au maybe?): “oh my god I’m marrying an idiot” with “...we’re getting married?” or someone accidentally telling the other about their plans to propose Hope it makes sense what I’m saying sorry clarity is not my friend. Btw you’re awesome!

AN: Hi thank you so much for this prompt! I hope this is sort of what you were imagining and that you enjoy it.

This is a sequel to quarantine questions - part 1 - part 3

word count: ~1.5k

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Aelin knew she wanted to marry Rowan, had known it for a while. After four years together it was something they had discussed a number of times, but it had never been in a concrete sense, and Rowan was yet to propose.

The first time it had come up had been when Lorcan had proposed to Elide. Aelin had been thrilled for their friends, as had Rowan, and the night of their engagement party she had drank one too many and slid one of the inflatable ring decorations onto Rowan’s finger, slurring that one day she’d make an honest woman out of him.

The rest of their discussions had been slightly more serious; they had discussed how one day in the future they would like to get married in Aelin’s home country of Terrasen but incorporate the culture and traditions of Wendlyn. They would make sure that the essence of each of them was joined in the ceremony that would celebrate their love.

They had discussed how Aelin was looking forward to one day becoming Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, but how she would continue teaching as Miss Galathynius. She had felt an element of surprise when Rowan had told her he would like to become Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius.

She knew both of their families would be thrilled with the idea, Rowan’s mother especially loved Aelin and Aelin knew she bugged Rowan occasionally about when he would propose.

Rowan hadn’t proposed yet, and she wasn’t expecting him to do so any time soon; she knew that with the events of the global pandemic many people were having weddings cancelled and postponed, so it was something that hadn’t been brought up for a while.

But; she could be patient. She loved Rowan and knew that she wanted to marry him and that he wanted to marry her, the timing was unimportant. She had other things to concentrate on anyway.

Her students in her classes had grown accustomed to their online learning, now many weeks into the school closures, and she had become more accustomed to teaching online. She had found ways of incorporating props to make her teaching more of a historical story telling session to keep her students engaged, rather than trying to talk them through a dull powerpoint presentation.

She wanted to make sure that her students were still learning, not just being tested.

She had lamented how she felt her students’ education was lacking to Rowan many evenings over a glass of wine, but he always reassured her that she was doing her best, and that engaged students were better than nothing. She knew he shared her concerns of his own classes, and she did her best to return his reassurance.

She was currently rifling through one of the storage cupboards in their house, in one of their spare bedrooms, looking for a hat that she knew could be useful in her retelling of one of the wars of Adarlan’s past when she found it.

The cupboard was filled with a random assortment of junk, things that they had both brought with them when they moved in together just over a year ago and had been to reluctant to donate but didn’t often use. She was tearing through old bags and clothes, old accessories and trinkets when she found the small, velvet box.

Her breath caught in her throat.

No. She was surely getting ahead of herself. Rowan wouldn’t hide an engagement ring in a cupboard full of random junk.

She sat back on her heels, turning the box over between her fingers. She didn’t dare look inside.

Did she put it back and pretend it never happened? Pretend she had never found the ring and act surprised when he proposed.

She was definitely getting ahead of herself; she hadn’t even looked inside the box yet and it might not even hold a ring.

She sighed and plopped her hands into her lap, the box nestled between her palms.

She closed her eyes and pulled the lid of the box open.

She slowly peeled back her eyelids and let out a sharp gasp.

It was beautiful.

Standing bright against the black velvet inside of the box was a ring. A shining golden band held a glistening, oval emerald. The gem was surrounded by smaller diamonds, laid in a loop, framing the stone like a halo. Each of the diamonds pointed outwards giving the ring a unique silhouette.

Her hand flew to her cheek as tears brimmed in her eyes, but she was interrupted by the sound of their front door.

Rowan was back from his trip to the supermarket.

“Hey gorgeous, I’m back.” She heard him call, the rustle of his shopping bags muffled by the distance. “Where are you?”

“Upstairs,” Her voice was weak, and she cleared her throat and tried again.

She rose to her feet at she heard his footsteps thumping up the stairs.

He appeared in the doorway; his lips spread in a wide smile. His silver hair was un-styled and flopping across his forehead, strands of it brushing his eyelids where it had grown long since her failed attempt at cutting it herself once the barbers had closed.

“What is this?” She held the box up to him, the emerald catching the light and glowing.

A guilty look flashed across his face, eyebrows drawing together slightly.

“I think you know what that is,” He let out a soft laugh, coming into the room further. The blush spreading across his cheeks answered her question enough.

“Why would you hide this in a cupboard of junk?” She asked incredulously.

He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“I thought it would be a safe hiding place, I didn’t know you would go snooping.”

She scoffed, but he grabbed her hand and gave it a playful squeeze.

“I’m not a snoop,” She pouted at him but let out a gust of a laugh.

“Gods, I’m marrying an idiot.” She shook her head, but her cheeks strained where she smiled.

“We’re getting married?” He asked, teasing her. “I haven’t even asked you yet.”

He held his hand out in the small space between them, palm upturned in an unspoken request for the ring.

“This wasn’t how I wanted to do this,” He murmured as she slipped the box into his waiting hand.

He took a step back from her and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

Her heart took off, pounding a relentless rhythm as he positioned himself. Holding the ring up to her in one hand, the other cradling one of hers.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” He started, and a gentle sob escaped from her throat. She sniffled as he paused to smile reassuringly up at her.

“I love you. So, so much and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you, share all of my best days with you and make you smile every day. I want to have children with you and grow old with you and be with you forever, to whatever end.

“I would be honoured to call you my wife and you would make me the happiest man alive if you agreed to marry me.”

He paused, swallowing as he looked up at her, his gaze so full of love and his voice thick with emotion.

“Aelin, my love, will you marry me?”

She nodded, a few tears breaking free and slipping down onto her cheeks.

“Yes,” She whispered. “Yes, I will.”

He rose, sweeping her up into his arms, as he pressed his cheek to the crown of her head. He leaned down to press his lips to her own, only leaning back to whisper his adoration onto her lips.

“I love you,” She whispered back, her palms cradling each of his cheeks and she pressed her lips firmly to his own.

He pulled back even further and grabbed her left hand. He slotted the ring onto her fourth finger, providing a reassuring weight she hadn’t known she missed.

He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against the ring.

“Future Mrs Whitethorn.” He grinned and she let out a squeal as he hoisted her up by the thighs and turned to carry her to their bedroom.

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The following week, she was in the middle of another of her dramatic historical retellings of a lesson when Evangeline interrupted with a question.

“That’s a really beautiful ring, Miss G.” She smirked. “Did Mr Whitethorn buy it for you?”

Aelin couldn’t fight the blush that flooded her cheeks.

“Thanks Evangeline, that’s very kind. And yes, it was a gift from Mr Whitethorn.”

Her heart warmed as her students rushed to congratulate her, and she couldn’t help but let her eyes drift to the photograph of herself and Rowan sitting on her desk, next to her computer.

In the photo he was stood behind her, his arms encasing her waist, both of them smiling brightly at the camera. She sighed, imagining that day when their wedding photos would fill the space next to it.

 tags:

@perseusannabeth

@superspiritfestival

@aelinfeyreeleven945tbln

@spyofthenightcourt

@sleeping-and-books

@jlinez

As always I hope I haven’t missed anyone and please let me know if I have!