#lynx grow back together

[little-lynx]

Happy Holidays!

Hello guys! It’s Christmas Eve here in Russia so here I am with my annual winter Everlark for you all!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you, my dear friends! I miss you so much!

P.S. hope to be here tomorrow and check all the news and asks and messages! I’m sooooo sorry, my life is still such a mess 😩

#the hunger games #hunger games fanart #everlark #everlark fanart #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #thg fanart #katniss everdeen and peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #katniss mellark #because she is #winter fun #I miss snow I need snow I haven’t seen it this winter yet #lynx hunger games #lynx grow back together

[g-xix]

Charity Match | Tobi TBJZL Brown🔞

Imagine inspired by sidemenreacts vid: "reacting to sidemen charity match moments" moment when Tobi points out the scar Simon's medal left on his back (link to video at the end of the oneshot for reference)... Look at bae tho:

Little slayer. Anyways, go read the oneshot:

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The Sidemen FC placed their hands on the cup- the smell of lynx body spray, sweat and victory crowding the changing room- lifting the cup high above their heads with an uproarious cheer which could be heard all the way from the Allstar FC's changing room.

Everyone celebrated, medals clanging as they kissed the cup and jumped for joy, though Simon's hand smacked to his mouth barely a moment after he'd jumped. The sharp edge of his medal had pierced through Tobi's shirt, and the black polyester was dampened with a dark spot which appeared to grow by the second. 

But Tobi hadn't noticed the blood filtering through his shirt.

No, Tobi was too focussed on lifting the cup up as it came around to him, still victorious cheering,so much so that he didn't even notice as Simon brushed Tobi's shirt to the side slightly to inspect the damage the hard-edged metal had inflicted upon his friend's back. But as soon as Simon lifted the shirt slightly, his eyes widened- jaw dropped open. For whilst Simon had expected to see just a gash on his otherwise unharmed back- Tobi's back had angry purple lined jagged and shooting across his back like lightning, starting all the way at his shoulder-blades and running all the way down to his lower back. 

Simon gulped after the presentation as he found Tobi in the changing rooms, spraying some deodorant under his shirt and packing his duffel bag- ready to get back onto the coach to London. 

"Hey, Tobes?" Simon called for his smaller friend's attention. Tobi turned with a big smile, still giddy following the Sidemen FC win.  "I err, I accidentally nicked your back with my medal when we were celebrating..."

"Ah, I didn't notice, must just be small." Tobi shrugged, Simon's eyes lowering as he recalled the large gash it had left besides all of those lightning-streak lines.

"Uhm, also I... I noticed some other purple-y scars on your back like, kinda uneven lines... Is your back- are you- are you alright?"

Tobi scrunched his brows together, not knowing what he purple lines he was talking about on his back. Pulling his locker door open, he peered over his shoulder and pulled his shirt up.

Suddenly, those purple scratch marks weren't so unfamiliar...

A moan was ripped from your throat as Tobi thrusted back into your roughly- not even giving you a moment to recover, post-orgasm.

He paused only a moment with a low groan as his cum filled you, before his hips began slamming back into you- still somehow not satisfied and desperate for another round. His hands roamed from your tits down to your hips, bringing you to his chest so that your body was flush against his- your body weight supported only by Tobi as he walked you until your back was pressed against the wall, cock still hard inside of you as his lips found yours, sloppily meeting in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. 

The smell of sex filled the hotel room which the Sidemen had booked for all the players, pre-game- though it felt as though Tobi and yourself seemed to be using the room to its fullest potential. And your next-door neighbours in the hotel were NOT going to be happy with the noises you two were making. 

Your hands found the back of his neck- pulling him in and drawing him even closer as you moved your mouth synchronously with Tobi's, intoxicated with the way he tasted and the way his tongue ravaged your mouth. A whimper fell from your lips as your felt Tobi pull out slowly, clearly rearing to move and thrust inside of your overstimulated pussy once more. 

"Fuck, Tobi-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself fluttering around his wood, thighs shaking as they were wrapped around his hips- your whole lower body completely spent. Tobi noticed your shaking and rested you on the table, which was at perfect height for you to sit on whilst his cock was still inside you. 

"C'mon gorgeous, you can go another round," He slowed his pace as he pulled out more slowly, fingers threading through your hair and finally giving your clit a well deserved grace-period as you let out whispered moans, nodding your head in agreement despite the tingles of overstimulation that Tobi sent racing through your core- not wanting to say no to Tobi. "Atta girl," He pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead as he pulled all the way out, before making your whole body jerk and your throat emit a gasp as Tobi slammed right back into you, his cock undeniably kissing your cervix as he bottomed out instantly.

"TOBI!" You gasped your moan, hands gripping his back as he pulled out once more, thrusting in with the same toe-curling force which make you scream from the feeling, rolling your head back and only exposing your neck to him, which he wasted no time in attaching his mouth to, to shower in hickeys and bruises as he thrusted at a mind-numbing pace, your head going fuzzy from the feelings.

A loud moan was ripped from your throat as you felt Tobi hit your g-spot, the bundle of nerves sending pleasure through every molecule of your body as your fingernails dug into his back- creating marks of your own as they dug into his skin and ripped downwards, etching deep purple lines against his dark skin. Tobi didn't even register the pain, all too drunk on the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock, making lewd noises each time his balls slapped into your aching core, arousal coating his cock. 

His mouth caught onto one of your tits as he pounded, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and making you let out somehow an even louder moan as the feeling of his hot mouth around your breast paired with his tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust had you toes curling- back arching into the glass window behind the desk, overlooking all of London as you felt the heat rising to your face, all too aware you were going to cum soon...

"Tobi," You gasped, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head roll back. Tobi groaned from the way his name fell from your lips, along with the feeling of your nails still running down his back aggressively- catching the reflexion of his back in the reflective glass behind you- the angry lighting-lines across his back making his cock twitch at the thought that you'd marked him up so possessively. "I think I-I'm gonna cum..."

"That's my fuckin' girl, cum, gorgeous-" His words along with the fingers that trailed down from your nipple down to your clit, rolling a few tight circles over the sensitive spot, pushed you over the edge- euphoria fuzzy-ing your head and clouding your vision as your fingernails ran down his back, fading into nothing as Tobi felt himself release inside you also.

Your eyes opened dazedly, lazily looking up at your wonderful boyfriend, before your eyes caught onto the mirror on the other side of the room- reflecting the image of Tobi's ruthlessly scratched back. Tobi caught the look of horror that you wore on your face as your eyes turned to him- though Tobi just smirked- ready to wear those marks as a badge of honour...

"Tobi?" Simon's voice pulled Tobi out of his thoughts with a cautious tone. He turned around to face Simon once more, grinning as his eyes flicked from Simon to the beautiful figure of his girlfriend, watching as she wandered into the changing room, looking for him. "Those marks alright? Are you... good?"

"Oh I'm more than good," Tobi grinned lazily as you spotted him, making your way across the changing room before Tobi pulled you into his arms proudly for another victorious kiss, deciding to leave his shirt off for the ride back home- instead showing off his bare back- and all the markings you'd left across it.

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Video in reference:

okayyy sidemen charity match done icl i thought allstars was gonna win but LESSGOO SIDEMENNNNNMy final notes from the charity match:

-Angry ginge is so fine icel (the tackles n squaring up to speed...) -It was so hard tryna convince my dad "no, speed is actually good at football..." after missing the pen... and a shot on goal... AND A SHOT ON AN OPEN GOAL-So proud of behz- scores in the stadium he's supported since he was a child, with his daughter watching, and got his dream knee-sliding, topless celebration-Congrats Harry for that beaut strike-I want Chris to weave into my DMs like he wove through that defence line-Why was JJ... not a bad goalie???-XQC looked like a proper sweetheart in goal negl-Manny hattrick i love to see it - esp with Simon always tryna set him up to score instead of taking it for himself <333 -WILLNE TWO FOOTING THE CAR BRINGING THE BALL IN LOOOOOOOL -MAX FOSH SCORES A GOAL THEN WHIPS OUT THE UNO REVERSE CARD???? (also why's he so caked lol)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

And here's my WATTPAD, with 50+ more oneshots to read

#Youtube #tobi brown #tobi brown x reader #tobi brown smut #tobjizzle x reader #tobjizzle smut #tobjizzle #sidemen #sdmn #sidemen charity match #football #miniminter #simon minter #ethan payne #behzinga #harry lewis #w2s #wroetoshaw #ksi #jj olatunji #vik brown #vikkstar123 #josh zerkaa #josh bradley #zerkaa #niko omilana #chunkz #ishowspeed #karl jacobs #jacksepticeye

[rascalentertainments]

My Official Wish AU Title: 🌟🌟🌟

Not sure if this will be an entire full length story or just bits of ideas to accumulate yet. It'll depend how much people actually like the idea here. And I need some pics of Valentino's concept so I can come up with a better redesign idea for him, I just keep losing the post that had it. 😅 But, as for the story plot, I can give ya a synopsis: *clears throat*

In the beautiful kingdom of Rosas, the citizens happily live their lives without a care in the world. Thanks to their wonderful and magical rulers; King Magnifico and Queen Amaya, together they created a place where everyone's wishes can come true..... Or so they thought.

Behind the castle doors, the two rulers (and their proud lynx, ) have been taking control of people's wishes, choosing who really deserves happiness or misery. They feed on the hopes and dreams of their citizens, quietly gaining power that will soon become insufficient. Magnifico's true goal is to harness infinite power. To rule with such cosmic force that no one would dare defy him. To catch a Star.

Not all the citizens had the wool over their eyes, as a small group of them quietly fled from Rosas into what was nicknamed "The Enchanted Forest". There the people made their own lives away from Magnifico and his dangerous magic, but they know they could only hide for so long.

Asha, a young woman of 17 who grows restless in the village and wants to venture back out into the world, but still has fear of Magnifico finding her family. Especially with her saba, Sabino growing weaker everyday as a result of losing his wish.

So in an act of desperation, she wishes upon a star for a miracle, for her family and people to restore what was taken from them. Her wish is granted, but not in the way she ever imagined: A Star comes down to Earth, taking the form of an excited, shape shifting, glowing, teenage boy. Together, the duo (along with Asha's loveable and loyal pet goat, Valentino) travel to Rosas to restore the wishes to their rightful places. Only Star has no idea what he's doing....but he'll try. 😅

Its A bit long, and its inspired by the bits of the original movie we did get to see. I thought the hidden village idea was an intriguing idea, really. So if I did do a full on rewrite, I'd include those deleted scenes as sort of bridges to other scenes I write and add interactive fun.

My last addition for now is that Star and Asha's dynamic would be A little more akin to Hercules and Meg, since he's heard stories about Greek heroes and such that humans have recorded in books. Asha is a little more down to earth and Star helps her see the good and magic still in the world despite the looming threat.

That's all I got for now, and I hope its good. Fantasy is not my strongest thing to write, I'm really into Sci-fi/Superhero, p. But I'm willing to try new things. Its no "Kingdom of Wishes" level of excellence, but if this grows some more, I'd be happy about that and appreciate it.

Thanks so much for reading this!

#rascal entertainments #disney wish #wish 2023 #wish concept art #wish reimagined #Wish Granted #star wish #Starboy #wish rewrite #wish fandom #wish au

[dandelionlovesyou]

A big, big thank you to @alwayseverlark​ for the generous prize for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Challenge way back in December. I merely had to enjoy the fabulous fics and comment on them and boom! I won a commission for one of my stories. I am super grateful and elated for winning.

To win artwork for a story I wrote is very special. It was like my effort, time, and imagination were affirmed. I can't explain it. Seeing my Katniss, Peeta, Elrick, Annie, and Nathan from Companion come to life through art was validating on many levels. I am not a writer, far from it, so this is pure joy for me. My heart grows warm every time I look at their blended family rendered by @little-lynx​. I'm so honored to have you draw my Everdeen-Mellark family 🙏🧡

Adoption is very close to my heart, so my very first long fic had to be about that. Katniss and Peeta may have gone through a lot in their young lives, but their hearts are infinite, and together they chose to share that with Elrick, Annie, and Nathan.

I hope you enjoy this artwork as much as I do. Thank you again @alwayseverlark​ and @little-lynx​ 🥰

#everlark #Companion #fanart #th #dandelionlovesyou thanks #adoption #blended everlark family #this would have happened anyway challenge #thg #little lynx you rock! #little-lynx #everlark fanart

[mangardel]

I can still smell her perfume

Pairing: Ash lynx x reader

Warnings: none

Songfic for Ash and his ex lover

Song: perfume by lovejoy

It’s 3:45 (a.m)

And I just bite my tongue

Update me on your life

And how you’ve found the one

A dark blanket was thrown over the sky making a pitch black void. Ash lay wide awake on his back staring up at the blank canvas of his ceiling. His hand on his forehead while hearing your words reverberate in his head.

Every bar had it’s own natural ambience and Ash’s bar had a distinguished aura. The smell of cigarette ash and sweat was thick and heavy as it invaded your senses. It brought back memories even the ones you tried to your utmost ability to forget.

Even as you were holding on to your lover’s hand you couldn’t pretend as though you weren’t hoping to see a certain blonde in the crowd. It had been a year, maybe even two since you decided to end things. You couldn’t say you didn’t miss him but you couldn’t say that Micah didn’t make your heart melt any less. You and your new boyfriend had been together for 4 months already. In these said months you’ve already shown him that you loved every part of him just as you had shown Ash all those years ago. You were falling into quick sand and the more you struggled the deeper you fell.

“Why are we here again Y/n?” Micah asked. His light brown curls fell over his green eyes.

“Because it’s fun and I wanted us to go out tonight.” You smiled at him which was enough to make them zip their mouth and keep following you around like a lost puppy as he had been doing before.

Ash had spotted you before you did him. He walked towards you in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He wanted to call out your name but his words were lodged in his throat but you felt his almost cold gaze nonetheless.

“Ash? Is that you?” You called to him with a smile, trying your hardest to pretend as though you didn’t expect to see him here. All the blonde could mutter out was your name with a soft smile of his own. You both started to slowly walk towards each other. Your arms were held out to give him a hug but instead he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket inaudibly denying your act of affection and softly smiled. You wiped your hands on your shirt in embarrassment.

“Sooo? What have you been up to?” You tried to make conversation. The tension in the atmosphere could be cut with scissors and the sort of astonished look he was giving you didn’t help a bit.

“Y’know same old, same old. You?” He has so much more to say. He loves you. He misses you. He wants you as his own again. But those words were to be held only in his heart until he could let them out again.

“That’s great and I’m great actually, I finally got that new apartment you know I’ve been looking at for forever and things are going great at the hospi-“ Your sentence was cut off as you felt a hands on your waist.

“Hey babe I’m back, who’s this?” You hadn’t even realized Micah had disappeared into the crowd nor did you know where he went off to or that your hand felt empty and light.

“Babe this is my friend Ash, Ash this is my boyfriend Micah.” You smiled sheepishly, almost embarrassed. You calling Ash a friend stung him in the chest and the mere thought that you were taking pride in calling someone else besides him your significant other only set his heart on fire. The flame was small but it burned like hell.

Micah reached out his hand to shake Ash’s with a smile oblivious to the other man’s growing hatred and envy for him.

But I don’t like his eyes

And I distrust their name

And I hate their haircut

They look like a prick (a prick)

The blonde kissed his teeth not realizing that he has barely said anything at all the entire conversation.

“Well,” you said clapping your hands together with that pretty little smile of yours “why don’t we all grab a drink and you two can get to know each other a bit more.” You looked between the two males while one was returning your smile the other was shooting a glare and if looks could kill your little boyfriend would’ve been dead long ago.

But it's all the same

Would be daft of me to cry

Your tongue is razor sharp

I miss when it would fight mine

He needed to talk to you alone. Try to find a way to get you to dump that prick in less than an hour. He want- no he needed you back. He needed you back and he’d do anything to have you.

The blonde rested his elbow on the bar holding his head in his hand and swirling his drink around in it’s glass. All he could do was channel through your memories together. Every laugh, every cry, every intimate moment where you’d lay your naked body on top of his and let him draw circles on your back as you both slowly passed out from exhaustion. He needed you.

Every single day after you left all he could and would ever do was think about you and now you were right in front of him and he didn’t know what to say. He needed you?

He even missed when you guys would fight. It sounds crazy but even when you hated his guts he still loved and adored every part of you. He let you yell at him for however long you needed to, whatever made you feel better and whatever put you back in his arms the quickest. He needed you.

He missed that sharp tongue of yours, something you both had in common. Every snarky remark you made, he had one waiting for you in return. But even so, all he could do now was listen to you speak and wish that you would look at him how you looked at Mitch or whatever his name was again.

Two hours had gone by. The coke he had in his cup had formed a dark whirlpool from where he’d been spinning it around. He only wished it could grow in size and swallow him whole.

Left your heart on standby

By the way he holds you

Bet he serenades you

I can't really blame you

You had went off to the bathroom, leaving an empty seat between the two males. Ash held a fierce scowl, while Micah awkwardly looked back and forth towards the floor, Ash, and the bathroom door.

“So,” he finally began, putting his drink down on the wooden counter “where did you two meet?”

“Oh it’s a long story…” Micah began but he was drowned out.

Now, did Ash really give two shits? No. But did he at least have to pretend that he liked this guy? Yes.

By the looks of it, you hadn’t even told your little boy toy about you and Ash’s (past) relationship. Either that or that man has not one jealous bone in his body but that was presumed already by the fact that he even let you talk to Ash for so long.

When you two were still together he was suspicious of every male that even breathed in your general direction. He knew he treated you so much better than this motherfucker, even if he didn’t always treat you how you deserved.

You were wearing the perfume he liked. How could he tell? He could smell it on your little lapdog here.

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

You had finally returned.

“Sorry bout that, there was a line. You ready to go baby?” And with that Micah hopped off his stool.

Baby? You gotta be fucking with him at this point.

“Well it was nice seeing you again Ash, but we’re gonna head out. I hope to see you around.” You said as you grabbed your car keys off the counter, leaving money to pay for the drinks.

“Yeah, it was nice seeing you too” he put on a fake smile. He had to pat himself on the back for upholding his facade even after watching Micah snake an arm around your waist. That was his spot.

You gave him a tight hug which he returned adding an extra squeeze of his own and then just like that you were gone again.

#ash lynx x reader #ash lynx #ash lynx imagine #banana fish #banana fish x reader #banana fish imagine

[dogbunni]

(shakes my head like a dog flinging rainwater all over the kitchen cabinetry as it's owner yells in despair and grief) (several nendo headcanons fall out)

anyway

-nendo wears lynx africa. he sprays it liberally after every P.E lesson and saiki has actually teleported himself out of the boys locker room in full view of the whole class before because of this. no one noticed.

-he and kuboyasu engage in underage drinking once a month. kuboyasu has a good alcohol tolerance because of his delinquent past and nendo's tolerance is obscene because of his sheer size. they keep this a secret from the others because they don't want to be bad influences <3 (nendo cares about his buddies a lot and kuboyasu would rather die than see anyone else go down the same path he did)

-in a similar vein. kuboyasu is the one who has to buy the illicit alcohol, even though nendo could easily pass as being in his mid twenties. this is because the one time he tried buying the booze, he showed his real ID (unprompted) to the cashier instead of the fake one.

-despite the above blunder he is actually good at keeping his illegal monthly drinks night a secret. actually he is just weirdly good at keeping secrets.

-one by one everyone else realises that hey, nendo can actually keep a secret! and thats how he becomes the group confidante. kaido uses him like a therapist and he loves it bc his pal is getting all those hard feelings out and developing as a person and nendo gets to help!!!!!

-speaking of. nendo loves feeling helpful. he is aware that he's not the brightest so he likes when he can actually be useful to someone. sometimes this backfires and he accidentally makes a situation worse, but he makes up for it by being helpful without even trying to be. he probably should stop trying so hard. he does fine as he is. but everyone has their insecurities.

-he loves hanging out with saiki the best because he never feels pressure to be smart or a good conversationalist. sometimes he and saiki just lay on saiki's bedroom floor and eat a share bag of crisps each while staring silently at the ceiling. it's like a mental reset for nendo (for saiki it's about the level of socialisation he can just about enjoy before it becomes overwhelming and bothersome)

-he likes watching animal documentaries

-he does not like riding on kuboyasu's motorcycle, queasy-drunk and full of bad ramen, going 20 over the limit (kuboyasu was sober, he would never drive drunk, they just overestimated how much alcohol they had and nendo drank it all)

-nendo spends a lot of his free time Practicing Things. not things like doing his homework or niche skills but things like. how to cook. how to clean a bathroom without creating chlorine gas. how to fix a washing machine that's making a clunk sound. how to take care of house plants. how to start a herb garden. how to put together ikea furniture. how to do a weekly grocery shop without breaking the bank. he knows he won't be able to get a smarty-pants job, and that's fine, because he doesn't want one. he wants to be a house husband. and he takes his training seriously.

-he loves cute things like hello kitty. he doesn't own any sanrio stuff because he is a little embarrassed about liking it. but sometimes if he sees a hello kitty plush in a shop he will stand there and hold it gently for a while.

-he wants SO MANY kids when he grows up. he wants to be a soccer mom. he wants a mini van full of mini nendo's. the world may not survive it.

-he loves ramen the same way saiki loves coffee jelly. he lives and dies for ramen. so sometimes when it's just saiki and nendo alone they'll look at each other and just get up. go their separate ways. buy their respective foodstuffs. come back. feast. all without exchanging a word. they're kindred spirits that way. boys who love their favourite food in a diagnosably autistic way.

-i do also headcanon nendo as autistic and adhd. he got diagnosed very young and his mother has told him, he just immediately forgot.

#me shooting canon blank in the face #its free real estate #nendo i love you in a diagnosably autistic way #nendo posting #nendo riki #nendou riki #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki k

[davenweenie]

All the Rats are neurodivergent because I said so. Here as some headcanons that might as well be canon

ND Rats for the win

Leo and Chase are both so autistic, they bond over their nerdy little hyperfixations and it drives Mr Davenport up the walls from the constant chattering of the two

Bree has ADHD that went under the radar for years, it isn’t until they all start going to school and she starts complaining about struggling to focus when Chase tells her that she definitely has ADHD.

Chase has literally diagnosed all the rats with things, he’s the smartest person alive so of course he’ll be able to diagnose people with things. I believe me and Aster came up with this hc but I’m not entirely certain who it was now.

Adam is the classic example of male ADHD, it was caught at a very early age. Davenport always uses it to excuse Adam’s behaviours towards Chase. Adam is always confused about that though because ‘no, I actually meant to punch him, it wasn’t an accident’

Leo is actually AuDHD (unofficial term for a person who is both autistic and has ADHD) which means he never stops running his mouth. Chase grows to appreciate the silences being filled in the lab for once.

Bree never stops moving, often times she’s super speeding whatever stim she’s doing at that time. As a kid she would super jump over and over again until she was physically stopped because the dust she was kicking up would make Chase get itchy and sneezy.

Chase doesn’t stim openly because Mr Davenport once told him he looked like an idiot. (He didn’t actually say idiot, the word actually begins with an R and it’s a slur I refuse to say even though I’m autistic)

Adam really struggles at school, Chase used to make fun of him until he realised that Adam was genuinely really struggling badly. He not tries to help him study and do his homework, sometimes he actually just does his homework if Adam is having a bad day.

Bree is constantly bullied for being the ‘weird’ girl, she tries to fit in by copying outfits she sees in magazines. Adam picks up on it, miraculously, and tells her that she looks really boring now.

Adam matches outfits with Bree to make her feel less self conscious. It helps a lot and Adam actually really likes matching outfits with his sister. Bree really enjoys it too. BRING BACK OUR WONDERFUL WEIRD GIRL BREE. I hate LREF for changing her entire weird girl personality.

Chase genuinely just can’t dress himself. His outfits always clash and he just can’t figure out how to pair things together. Tasha takes him shopping and matched all his outfits for him which helps him get an idea of what matches and what doesn’t. He really loves his new mum. (I cannot say ‘mom’ it genuinely pains me)

Leo introduces Chase to the concept of safe foods when Chase freaked out over the texture of some food in his lunch at school. Chase has so many non-perishable snacks in his locker for days that he’s struggling.

Leo also has so many snacks in his locker, Adam and Bree are always stealing food from both of them.

Chase had a huge meltdown at school when he got overstimulated by all the noise. They had been on a mission the night prior that involved a lot of loud noises from an explosion and school the next day just completely threw him over the edge. His siblings found him huddled in the corner of a janitors closet and that’s when they decided to force Mr Davenport to make Chase some bionic noise cancelling headphones.

Leo is the only person allowed into their capsules, he typically only goes in them if he’s feeling overstimulated because they’re soundproof and noise cancelling. He prefers Chase’s one over Adam and Bree’s because it doesn’t have a strong smell to it. Bree’s one always smells of perfume and Adam’s smells like sweaty teen boy mixed with Lynx body spray. (I recently found out that Lynx is called Axe in the US)

Chase loves physical affection which often gives him imposter syndrome because it makes him think he’s faking being autistic. It isn’t until Leo tells him that he’s the same way that Chase understands how diverse autism is. Of course he knows it’s a spectrum but sometimes he just gets all up in his head about it.

The Rats aren’t really friends with other people. They hang out with each other and don’t stray too far away. They got even more uncomfortable having other friends after the Marcus incident.

Marcus was the first person that didn’t call them weird after their first interaction. Chase was so upset when Marcus betrayed them because he thought someone finally wanted to be his friend. Plus the fact that Marcus nearly killed his brother.

Chase is easily manipulated because he’s autistic. He finds it hard to read people and know if they have ulterior motives.

Adam is very open about having ADHD, Bree mentions it in passing sometimes whereas Chase isn’t very open about being autistic. He was bullied heavily in high school for it and he isn’t prepared for the media to bully him too. At least at school he could escape it when he came home, he doesn’t think he could cope if it was all online 24/7.

Kaz is so excited to find out Chase is autistic, he then very excitedly tells Chase that Oliver is autistic too. Chase is enamoured at how someone is so happy that another person is autistic. It makes him feel really good about himself.

Chase and Kaz get on better than Bree would have expected considering Kaz has ADHD and is very loud. Chase appreciates having someone that understands his sensory issues because Kaz does get it. Kaz will be quiet if he notices Chase is having a hard time dealing with his super senses that day.

The reason Chase loves hanging out in all the labs is because they’re all underground and quiet. Of course there are still some noises that normal people wouldn’t hear but it’s much less than the ones above ground.

This has been very fun to write. Lmk if you want more and of course you can send in ideas or headcanons to discuss.

#lab rats #chase davenport #adam davenport #bree davenport #leo dooley #donald davenport #kaz mighty med #skylar storm #oliver mighty med #kaz lref #oliver lref #chase x kaz #lref #chaz lref #tasha davenport #tasha dooley #donald davenport hate page

[the-monkey-ruler]

I have seen that life elixirs can refer to pills or a type of drink and I know that the Jade Rabbit can create elixirs, but who specifically can create elixirs and what type of elixirs are there to prolong life? (like, I know immortal peaches are a way to get a lot of life) Are elixirs with more effects mentioned?

Laozi in Xiyouji is the most known for being like the alchemist within the series as he is the one to make the Immortal Pills that add to Wukongs immortality. We also see that in Chang’e’s Legend that it was the Queen Mother, to provide those pills of immortality. It is also in The Romance of the Gods used by Immortals such as Taiyi Zhenren, Wei Liusun, Qingxu Daodezhenjun, and other immortals. Taiyi Zhenren used golden elixirs to resurrect Nezha; Daodezhenjun used two golden elixirs to make his disciple Yang Ren's eyes grow hands; Tu Xingsun stole the five-gourd golden elixir from his master Wei Liusun, and so on.

I cannot say for certain if there are different types of pills of immortality and what kind of immoralities these pills can cover. Queen Mother’s pills were enough to make Chang’e a proper immortal and allow her to gain a god title. Laozis Pills in Xiyouji are described as extremely valuable and were enough to bring a body that was near-dead for years back to full use as we see in the Lion-Lynx Arc.

The only other pills that I can remember being made are the fire pills from Journey to the South made by Huaguang dadi and used to make the person feel like they are on fire and are activated on the users well.

Ancient alchemists alchemized stones into elixirs and believed that taking them would lead to immortality.

Jin Gehong's "Baopuzi · Golden elixir": "The golden elixir is a thing. The longer it is burned, the more wonderful the changes will be; gold enters the fire and will not disappear after a hundred refinings. If buried, it will be immortal for the rest of the day. Take these two things and chain them together."

Lu You of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem "Sitting Still Thinking of Traveling and Playing with Landscapes": "In the past, I lamented that I had snowy hair on my temples when I traveled far away, and I learned about golden elixirs due to my close relationship with many diseases."

Song Dynasty Lu You's poem " Yin at Night ": "I have studied poetry in vain for more than sixty years, and I know it in my heart. When you smile at night under the cold lamp, it is the time when the golden elixir changes bones."

Fan Yangxun of the Qing Dynasty wrote in his "Reconstruction of the Monument of Yuanjiashan (Yuan Ke Li's Other Industry)": "The immortals use golden elixirs to protect their lives forever and use treasure rafts to save all living beings. They are both good and good at the same time, and they are also sages born in the world."

Lu Xun's "New Story: Flying to the Moon": "As for me, it doesn't matter. As long as I eat the golden elixir given to me by the Taoist priest, I will ascend."

As a term in alchemy, alchemy is divided into the outer alchemy and the inner alchemy schools. Golden elixir generally refers to an inner elixir formed after the stage of refining qi and transforming into spirit is complete, and the life force is completed. Golden elixir is also a realm in cultivation novels. The general realm of cultivating immortals can be divided into foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, leaving the body, distraction, integration, overcoming tribulation, and great merit. Gold refers to the immortality of gold, and elixir refers to the perfect shape, so it is called golden elixir.

#anon ask #anonymous #anon #ask #golden elixir #sun wukong #laojun #laozi #li nezha #chang'e

[little-lynx]

tenderness

Well, hello friends! How are you doing? What'd I miss around here? ;)

Soft post-Mockingjay Everlark for you ♥️

#the hunger games #hunger games fanart #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #everlark #everlark fanart #lynx hunger games #lynx grow back together #I suppose she is katniss mellark here #so yeah #katniss mellark

[everlastiingiimmortals]

[ META ] + gepard and his siblings!

[ META ] | Always accepting!

Gepard's siblings are many.

Or maybe it is more appropriate to say they could have been many.

He has siblings he's never met, siblings he almost met, siblings he met too late, siblings he'll never meet again. Those that perished before he was born, miscarriages, stillbirths, those that died young, or in war.

Gepard remembers funerals. He doesn't always remember faces. He remembers standing solemnly at the age of 4, holding onto his big sister's hand, unsure of everything in the world except for the fact that this is a sad occasion, because Serval is biting back her tears and his mother is weeping. He remembers his mother crying a lot. Death was regular. It was expected company in Belobog, and especially in their family. That didn't make it hurt any less.

He remembers holding a tiny newborn, drawing weak breaths. She didn't last the night.

He remembers an older brother, but not his face -- it had been mauled to the point of nonrecognition by a monster of the Fragmentum, and Gepard had been young, too young, when his body came back to their family after a couple of years on the frontlines.

Losing Leo was particularly bad.

He, Serval, and Lynx are the lucky ones. Serval is the first. Lynx is the last. He knows his mother will never have another child again.

Serval has been a constant in his life. Even when the rest of their family fell, faded away, she was there. Gepard won't ever admit it out loud, but Serval raised him better than their parents ever could. She taught him to fight, she taught him to be brave, she taught him everything he values now. There are many many days when he wants her back at home, but he respects her wishes. He knows their father doesn't. It's the one thing he disagrees about with the head of the Landau family. He knows their mother wants Serval back too.

Lynx... Lynx is someone he wishes he knew better. She's quiet like him, but has more of Serval's traits. It's confusing. One Serval is more than enough, he'd complain, but he keeps his mouth shut. He hopes she knows he loves her. He's proud of her, he really is. He regrets being away from home when she was growing up, but he had duty to uphold. He regrets not really knowing how to talk to her. He's still trying to get a better grasp of cultivating her favorite flowers. He... also worries. He wishes, sometimes, that Lynx would let him protect her -- like a big brother should. But he knows she would turn him down, as much as he'd like to provide it.

Lynx boldly ventures out all alone, and sometimes Gepard wonders what it would be like to go on a family outing beyond in the Snow Plains, just the three siblings. Something would surely go wrong. But... would it be fun? He'd like to think so. But he's busy, and Serval has her workshop, and Lynx prefers to be alone, and he respects that. He'd like to do more together, though. It's unlikely that the Fragmentum will fade enough in their lifetime to allow for this to happen, but -- still, he hopes. Optimism never hurt anyone.

He knows neither Serval nor Lynx need his protection. He also knows he would readily lay his life down for either of them without hesitation anyway. That's his job, after all, not just for Belobog but for them.

He, Serval, and Lynx are the lucky ones. In spite of everything, they're the ones who survived. He loves them. They're lucky.

Gepard doesn't like to think about who will perish first.

#//an answer sought; (ASK) #etherealguard #death mention tw #death tw #miscarriage tw #child death tw #ask to tag #//about; (BELOBOG'S IRON WALL) #((i've touched on this briefly w my funeral hc but i wanted to expand on it))

[love-letters-to-m]

To my meteor shower,

I’m probably not gonna explain that one now but you’ll get it soon.

I miss you too, knowing you’re far away just a different kind of feeling, a different kind of missing. It’s like being homesick and knowing you’re not able to go home. I can’t promise my response is going to be even half as romantic as yours my love but just know you mean the world to me. My love for you spans more than Earth itself, more than the planets far and near, honestly, the universe may be endless, but I think my love for you is much more.

Regardless of how much I wish you’d come back quickly, I want you to grow and explore the world, yourself, and even other people even if that’s apart from me. No matter how I think about it my wishes are selfish. You should want what you want no matter what I wish, but I must admit I wouldn’t be so opposed to the idea of you wanting to come back to me, to us. I will never deny that I think all 3 of us are meant to be together no matter what.

(You asked for updates, my love. I’m ok. It's up sometimes and others it’s down but I’m coping you don’t have to worry about me. Viren and I are fine, no we’re good. I just overthink some things. I never thought someone could be too respectful until now honestly. I’m happy as happy as I know what happy is, but I’ll be happier when you’re here again. How are you? Do you like it there? If you could stay would you? I love your updates, but I can’t wait to hear them in person.)

But know that I’m with you no matter where you are, my mind, my soul and my heart, a piece of them all left with you. So, bring them back for me safe and sound. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.

Love,

lynx <3

#soulmates #ily #i miss you #friends #best friends #to my meteor shower #my confidence #lynx #love letters to m #to m #birthday twins #partners in crime

[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

The scars left unsealed and words left unsaid

AN: Okay so this rare ship has been very special to me for the longest time, Dath'remar and Jarod are my actual babies and I want them to be happy together AHHHHH!

I had my spotify on shuffle the whole time I was writing this and casually made a playlist of the songs that just... U know... Worked.

Possible TWs: Loss of a loved one

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He was growing sick of this. And one of the ways he dealt with the mundane and frankly annoying repetition of his daily life was meeting with a special someone. Outside of town, in solitude, there stood a small hut that he had already gotten to know so intimately.

"Starlight! Where are you?" He yelled impatiently as soon as he unlocked the door. "You will not believe what happened to me today!" He closed the door behind himself and carefully took off his shoes. Afterwards he almost ran into one of the doorways, his manerisms lacking all the gracefulness he usually radiated. "Why aren't you answering?" He frowned and walked over to Jarod who was seated on his bed with a wide smile on his face.

"I knew you could sniff me out, lynx... " The white haired elf chuckled and got up, taking the slightly taller man's face in his hands and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "Should I make tea to ease your mind, sunshine?"

"Well... You should have already done that before I even came here, don't you think?" Dath'remar spoke with a smirk and stepped back. "Please, and don't forget to add honey unlike last time."

"You are entirelly too stuffy for a ginger..." He laughed and left for the kitchen.

The mage dramatically gasped and stomped off behind him. "Excuse you?!"

"I said what I said and there is no way to take it back, I apologize, darling..." Jarod started boiling water and turned to the other.

"You should be apologizing on your knees-" The highborne almost growled, with a strong hint of playfulness in his voice. Truly, like a lynx.

"Stuffy AND bratty, huh?" He smirked. "As if you could possibly get me to do that when I have to do everything for you..."

"Everything? Well it is true that you are one of my dearest most loyal servants..." He ran one well manicured hand over the shorter elf's pectorals.

Jarod scoffed and grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back enough to restrict the mage without hurting him. "Oh I will serve you, alright..." He breathed into his ear.

"OW! YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE!" He faintly struggled against the other before Jarod let him go.

"Am I?" He couldn't help but giggle as he turned his back to Dath'remar to finish making tea for them. "So, what happened today? You looked displeased-"

"OH! I shall tell you everything, my darling, do not worry!" He shook his head. "Xavius mocked me today, can you believe it?"

Jarod picked up the two cups of tea and walked over to the table, sitting down with a smile. "Xavius, that utter fool-" He shook his head.

"RIGHT?" He sat down opposite to Jarod. "Do you want to guess what was the subject of his jests today?"

"Hmmm..." He rubbed his chin as if lost deep in thought. "Yourrrrr-"

"Lack of a relationship!" The noble almost spat. "He was acting like a teenager without a brain or magic... Simply horrid."

"I can believe that, honey..." He chuckled.

Dath'remar looked into his eyes. "I hate that I can't just spend my days here with you, you know that, right?" His face tensed, his tone changed into a far more serious one. "I would give anything to-"

"You would lose so much, sunshine, it is not worth it..."

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On a night when the moon shone lighter than ever, the two men lied together on a blanket in the lonely hut's garden, embracing one another and whispering sweet nothings into their ears.

"I shall love you until my days are left but few... Until I pass on and even after. I will always treasure our companionship, my starlight..." Dath'remar whispered as he lazily got on top of the other elf, gently rubbing his cheeks and kissing every little bit of his lips. "The light on my path... The fire in my veins..."

Jarod hugged the elf's slimmer frame and traced fingers along his spine. "I am not one for eloquent promises but, sunshine, I promise I will never stop loving you..." He reached one hand up into the ginger locks, pulled his face even closer to his own and kissed him, hungrily, as if his life depended on it.

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Dath'remar woke up next to his starlight and after planting a soft kiss on his temple, he took a look at the bedside table, where he found a half eaten bowl of raspberries and an almost finished bottle of wine. He chuckled, as he thought of all that they did yesterday, how they danced and sang together, how they cried and laughed. How his nightsaber of a boyfriend couldn't help himself but mark every bit of his body with bites and scratches while tenderly kissing him.

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They were inseparable. It was just them against the world.

Until they weren't. Until it wasn't.

Dath'remar left without a warning, without a goodbye, without a kiss to spare. And that broke Jarod. He could not understand why he could not atleast... Talk to him. Hell, he would even likely leave with him.

Screw his home, they would make their own. Screw his friends and family, they can live without him. But Jarod could not live without his sun. Or so he thought.

Time healed parts of him, but all the scars Dath'remar's leave left within him could not be sealed.

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After centuries-... No, millenia, actually... -of little else than emotional hurt and regrets, Jarod finally got to travel to him. All he wanted to do was to slap and kiss him senseless. To scream and yell at the Sunstrider. To not let him forget him ever again.

As he sneakily entered the royal gardens of Silvermoon, he hoped he would meet the beautiful ginger man looking back at him. He wondered how he would look by now. What if he did something to his hair? Short haired Dath'remar sounded like a nightmare. He pictured how all the color would drain from his face when he sees him. Maybe even how he would jump to embrace him, apologizing profusely... But he did not find him.

Instead, a confused short blonde looked at him. The young man was so similar to Dath'remar, the familiarity almost knocked the air out of his lungs. Did the love of his life have a child? He didn't know how he should feel about the posibility of that.

"Who are you and what are you seeking?" The blonde said. "Should I call the guards?"

"I-" He begged Elune to allow him to speak again and coughed a bit. "I am looking for someone..."

"For who?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"A-... Friend of mine... From way back when... Dath'remar-"

The young man looked a little shocked for a second before masterfully hiding his expression. Ah, what did Dath do..? Is he no longer well liked by the high elves?

"Do you know him?" Jarod asked, hopeful.

"Of course I know of him-" The blonde man's tone didn't sound as rough as it did at first, suddenly it was overrun with uncertainty.

"Could you lead me to him? Please, I beg you-"

"No, no, I cannot do that..." The blonde shook his head.

"Why not? May I... May I ask for your name, young one? I am Jarod Shadowsong-" he was growing desperate and he absolutely hated that.

"Kael'thas... Kael'thas Sunstrider..."

Oh no.

"Sunstrider?"

"Yes, I know it might be unusual for you to speak with the crown prince but-"

"Prince? You are a prince?"

"Well aren't you a smart one..." Kael'thas shook his head. "Yes."

The simple yes opened the door to so many new questions he wanted to ask.

"So... Dath'remar is... The king of your people?"

"No... Not- Not anymore..."

Something within Jarod dropped and broke into a million pieces. What do you mean not anymore?

Obviously his face reflected exactly what he was feeling because Kael'thas spoke up. "He... Is my great great grandfather, actually-"

There it was, the million stings in his eyes.

Not only was his sunshine gone... Jarod was late. Far too late.

#dath'remar sunstrider/jarod shadowsong #hear me out this ship is endgame #dath'remar #dath'remar sunstrider #jarod #jarod shadowsong #kael'thas sunstrider #sunstrider dynasty backstory #they're all a little fruity idc #SPHERE FICS #my spotify went from Paper Rings by Taylor Swift to Since I saw Vienna by Wilbur Soot and it shows #i have cried about them for 3 days straight you dont understand #GAY ELVES #this ship is canon it came to me in a vision #Spotify

[acourtoffaeandfanfic]

A Court of Flames and Sorrow || Eris Vanserra || Chapter 4

Synopsis: Lynette Vesper. Daughter of Winter and Night. Lover of a problematic red head who used to be engaged to her best friend.

Series Masterlist

Taglist: @baebeepeach @marigold-morelli

***

Lynette was whirled away in a warm embrace, landing in the Autumn Court with Eris, not too far from the Forest House. The bright red and orange leaves falling around them and the smell of firewood wafting through the air. His arms were still wrapped around her, not wanting to break the contact, but he had to before anyone saw. 

“Follow me.” Was all he said before turning away from the estate and leading her up a hill. She hesitantly followed him, throwing occasional glances down the hill and back at the Forest House in case she’d need to backtrack. 

Eris led them further and further into the woods until he saw the old steps. They were made out of tree roots, it must not have been used in a long time since half of them were buried in dirt and leaves. He walked up a few before turning halfway around to offer Lynette a hand. 

“Where are we going?” Lyn asked as she grabbed onto his hand and heaved herself up the half visible steps. The setting sun making it even harder to navigate the old pathway. 

“Old entrance that isn’t worth being guarded, many have forgotten about it.” He responded as he helped pull her up, arm wrapping around her waist to steady her. Lynette and Eris reached the final step together, she turned to him slightly, waiting to be shown where the entrance was. Eris cleared his throat and awkwardly shuffled away from her, letting his hand fall away from her waist. “It’s right this way.”

They maneuvered around a few trees before finally seeing the stone of the Forest House once again. Covered in thick vines Lyn could not make out the entrance but Eris got right to work, loosening some of the vines, being careful not to snap them fully off. Soon enough some of the stone budged open just enough to let someone slide in. He backed away and held out his arm in a gesture to let her slip in first. She squeezed between the stones, ending up in a dimly lit section of the estate. Eris slid in right beside her and quietly moved the stone back into place, encasing the two in darkness. 

“This way.” He whispered to her and lightly grabbed her hand, pulling her further into the passageway until they met a dead end. 

“Are you sure you know where you’re going? I don’t feel like spending my time lost in the walls.” Lynette said in a hushed voice.

“Oh but what fun we could have in the walls.” Eris said, lips to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “We’re here, just need to make sure no one is out there. So, hush.” He pressed his ear to the end of the passageway. 

Eris started to push out the stone door and glimpsed around before sliding out and beckoning for Lynette to do the same. They ended up behind a tapestry in one of the halls, the tapestry falling back into place once the stone door was pushed back. The two tensed up when they heard voices and footsteps coming towards them. Eris suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the voices. “Play along, little lynx.” He quietly hissed into her ear before they turned the corner and came face to face with the High Lord of Autumn. 

“What is this?” Beron demanded, a displeased look on his face as he surveyed Lynette. 

“She somehow evaded the sentries. I found her wandering the halls.” Eris said, sending a sneer down at the emissary. 

“Apparently no one here knows how to read. A letter was sent a month ago regarding my visit.” Lynette responded with an eye roll and a sharp tug away from Eris to get his grip off her arm. 

“No letter was received regarding…you coming here.” 

Of course there wasn’t, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make him believe she was right. Growing up in the Court of Nightmares meant becoming an expert liar, being the emissary of the Night Court meant making people believe those lies. 

“Well, the letter being lost sounds like a you problem. Especially since you’re the one late with shipments of the trade bargain between our courts.” At that remark Beron paled a bit, not expecting her to bark back.

"There is no room set up for you. Why don't you come back next week once they are set up." Beron said, smirking down at her, daring her to speak back. 

Lynette just stood up straighter, taking a note out of her High Lady's book and raising her head higher as she spoke. "I don't think I will. I can wait while you find proper lodgings for me. That is, unless, you'd like me to tell Rhysand that you don't wish to cooperate?" She held his stare for longer than a regular fae would, not afraid of him. He knew better than to disrespect or harm a fae that had the ear of two High Lords, especially a High Lord that bordered the northern edge of his own court. 

Eris looked between the two, not daring to drop his mask now that he was back in the heart of Autumn. He felt pride swell in his chest though, of seeing his mate stand her ground, but also nervousness that she was standing her ground against his father. Eris didn’t want to think about what Beron would do if he had the chance to break Lynette down. He had no doubt Lynette would win that fight, but would she come out unscathed? That’s what he feared, his father scarring his mate just for fun, because she dared stand her ground. 

Beron broke first though, he looked away from Lynette to Eris. “You can figure out what to do with…her, since you found her.” The High Lord of Autumn said with another sneer before walking past them, hurtling down the hall in seething anger. 

Only once he was out of earshot did Eris turn to Lynette. “You, are magnificent.” He smirked down at her, his mate. 

“I’m aware,” she said smugly, grinning widely at the statement. “Now, take me to my room.” 

“I’m not your chauffeur.” Eris snarled at her, still not letting his mask drop. He snapped his fingers at a passing maid. “Find Ms. Vesper a suitable room.” He said before walking off, leaving her with the confused maid who offered a soft smile. 

***

The rooms of the Forest House were brutally elegant. Warm beige walls decorated with dulled blades and landscape paintings of the Autumn Court, all tied together with a deep red trim. Lynette walked up the walnut colored flooring, hands running over the desk and bookshelves as she made her way over to the bed, collapsing onto the warm yellow and orange sheets. She made mental notes of the room, how it had the faint smell of cinnamon and how the bed started to warm as soon as she hit the sheets. Every detail carefully crafted to exude an Autumn feel. 

Lynette stared up at the chandelier until a knock was heard at the door. She ignored it, not wanting to interact with anyone else today. Maybe they’ll think she’s asleep and go away.

“I know you’re not asleep.” A voice called out from the other side of the door. 

Of course he was bothering her again. Never can she get any peace from him.

“I’m bathing, come back another time.” She called out a lie, hoping that he’d give up on talking to her. 

“That’s supposed to stop me?” Eris laughed out in a cocky tone. Lynette huffed as she got off the plush bed, walking over to the door and opening only enough to see the smug look on Eris’ face drop. “Hmm. You’re dressed.” 

“Good, your eyes work, hopefully your ears do too. Go. Away.” Lynette enunciated the last two words slowly before going to slam the door, that was until he threw a hand between the doors, holding onto the open door so tightly his knuckles were turning white. 

“Have breakfast with me tomorrow in my drawing room.” He stated, taking his hand off the door then turning away to leave. 

Lynette contemplated letting him walk away without another word but she was intrigued, she had the chance to get to know her mate. If what he alluded to was true, he didn’t have much of a choice in leaving Mor at the border. “I don’t know where your room is.” She called after him causing him to stop. 

He didn’t turn around as he responded to her, not daring to let Lyn see the glimpse of hope it gave him to know that she might actually come. “Muriel will show you.” 

***

Everything seemed to be a blur. Lynette knew that it was bad but didn’t realize how bad it was until Azriel flew her in. There in his arms was a bloodied and broken Mor. Lynette felt like she had been frozen in place as she watched the scene in front of her. Madja was rushing Azriel over to a table to lay Mor down. She barely felt the hot tears fall over her face, she was mindlessly fighting against someone to get to Mor but she was being held back. The person was stronger than her, was trying to talk to her but it was as if her head was under water. The murmuring got louder and clearer before she realized that it was Cassian’s arms that were wrapped around her, pulling her backwards, out of the room, away from Mor. 

“No!” Lynette shouted, fighting even harder now to get out of his grip. 

“You have to let Madja work, Lynette.” Cassian pleaded. 

Azriel then came up to them, blocking Mor from Lynette’s gaze, pushing her out of the room as Cassian pulled her back. 

They somehow backed her into a sitting room. Cassian blocked the only exit as Azriel attempted to get a pacing Lynette to sit down. Rhysand was already there, sitting down on one of the low backed couches, his face in his hands as he waited for Madja to come in and update them on Mor. 

Lynette couldn’t sit still while her best friend was in the next room fighting for her life. She had to do something. She wanted to march right up to the Court of Nightmares and kill Keir on sight. Maybe she’d let him die of frostbite, maybe she’d slowly decapitate him, maybe she’d choke him until she finally saw the last breath escape his lips. The ways to kill him were endless but none of them were horrifying enough. She wanted him to suffer a thousand deaths. 

Azriel finally caught Lynette, pulling her to his chest and keeping her in place as the hot tears still spilled over her face and onto his shirt. She stayed still as his arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders and waist. She wasn’t the only one worried about Mor, the others cared about her just as much as Lynette did. Lynette slowly leaned into Az, accepting the comforting hug from the shadowsinger, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist and buried her face into his neck. 

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The minutes felt like hours as they all sat there. Cassian had finally stopped guarding the door and sat next to Rhysand who was just staring at the floor now. Azriel also accomplished his goal of getting Lynette to sit down, instead of pacing she just kept bouncing knee.

“This is all my fault.” Cassian mumbled to no one in particular.

“Mor knew what she was doing, you didn’t.” Rhysand said, not bothering to turn his gaze away from the floor.

“This is Eris’ fault.” The shadowsinger hissed out.

Lynette turned her face away in disgust. She was disgusted by Eris, by herself for being mated to such a vile creature. How could she be mated to someone that could hurt the people closest to her that easily. How could he just leave her there and do nothing? She wanted her mate dead. She wanted her mate dead before he could even feel the bond snap into place. 

“How long is this supposed to take? Madja should be done by now.” Lynette jumped up from the couch and bolted through the hallway. 

Azriel caught up to her easily, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her back to the couch. She pushed back again, this time throwing an icy gust at him but he didn’t budge. Lyn grabbed the arm still wrapped around her, the freezing hand causing a small jolt but not enough room for her to escape. 

“You can try all you want but you’re not going in there.” Azriel whispered in her ear.

“I can help.” She hissed back at him.

“No, you can’t. Not when you’re this riled up.” Rhys said, actually looking at her. The look telling her to sit back down. 

Lynette made her way back over with a defeated look. She played with her hands, waiting once again for just a single word about her friend. A hand landed on top of her own, she didn’t know if it was meant as a comfort or to make sure that she stayed put but she gratefully squeezed it, mindlessly tracing the scars upon it. 

“She’ll be ok, she has to be.” He said only loud enough for her to hear.

***

Lynette jolted awake from the memory that haunted her dream. The day Mor was brought back from the Autumn Court border had been one of the worst moments she had lived. Now she was making out with the rotten bastard who had caused that trauma in dark hallways. She felt dirty. 

The bathing room was connected to the room she was given. She entered the small stone walled room and flicked on the water, patiently waiting for the bath to fill. Lynette looked in the mirror at the circles that formed under her eyes. Her guilt already taking small tolls on her body. The bath had finally filled as she submerged herself into the water, releasing a bit of her power into it. 

She scrubbed at her skin until it was bright red, the icy water adding to it. Lynette then submerged her head under the water, closing her eyes and wading in the water for a minute before coming back up for air. She stayed in the water, lost in her thoughts. What would Mor think of her when she finds out? No doubt she probably already knew. Azriel probably had his shadows keeping tabs on them while they were still at court. Lynette let her thoughts race until she heard a soft knock at the door. 

“Um, Ms. Vesper?” A female voice called out. 

Lynette rushed out of the bath, grabbing the robe from the door and hastily wrapping herself in it as she made her way to the door and opening it. 

“Ah, Hello. I am Muriel. I’ve come to get you for breakfast.” Muriel said, offering a small smile to Lynette. Muriel couldn’t have been much older than 16, she had a youthful glow that only really young fae had. 

The emissary whipped her head away, looking out the window to see that the sun had fully risen. 

“I see. Give me a few minutes.” Lynette went to close the door when the servant pipped up once again.

“You’ve been requested to wear this as well.” Muriel held up her arms to show a dress draped over them. 

Lynette accepted it from Muriel before softly shutting the door. A sigh fell out of her mouth as she took in the dress. A dark red, suede, a-line, off the shoulder dress with long sleeves, tight enough at the bust to accentuate her curves, a slit going up the side of one leg that was only visible when she walked, a thick dark brown belt was paired with the dress. 

Of course he had picked a suitable Autumn dress for her, her Court of Nightmares apparel not being the most acceptable thing to wear. Lynette threw her hair in a loose braid that fell perfectly down her back. With one last look at the mirror Lynette walked back to the door and pulled it open to see Muriel still waiting there. The servant straightened up immediately at the sight of Lynette. 

“You look lovely, Ms. Vesper.” Muriel smiled warmly at her. Lynette couldn’t tell if the girl was being genuine or if she had been forced to be this kind, either way Lynette bowed her head slightly in thanks. 

“Thank you. Lynette is fine by the way.” The emissary said with a small smile. She took a guess that no High Fae was truly nice to Muriel by the look of shock on the girl's face. “May we go now?” 

The girl shook off the shock and nodded eagerly, leading Lynette down the corridor for a while before turning around. “This door, Ms-” Muriel started to say before stopping herself. “This door … Lynette.” She said slowly before scurrying off down the corridor again. 

Lynette didn’t bother with knocking, she was expected and had been summoned. She pushed the door open and made no acknowledgement as it slammed shut behind her. 

Eris was already there, nursing a cup of tea and grinning lion as he saw Lynette wearing the dress. “Hello, little lynx. You look marvelous, Autumn colors suit you well. Tea?” He said, waving a hand towards the chair across from him in an invitation for her to sit.

#a court of flames and sorrow #acotar #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x oc #eris x reader #eris x oc #eris vanserra imagine #eris #pro eris #acosf

[aparticularbandit]

Jealousy Prompts

28. Agatha x r 🥺

jealousy prompts 28) "I trust you, I just don't trust them." ...going back to the first cycle. (someday i might do these not in soulmate verse, but uh. why?)

You are who you have always been.

The humans have given you a name, but it’s less of a name and more of a title.  Some of them call your people the Ancients, which is well enough.  You have outlived many, many generations of humans and expect you will outlive many, many generations more.

Unless—

You set something into motion.  Intentionally.  Deliberately.  With the blood of one of your discarded siblings as the base.  It was…necessary.  You told yourself that then, and you still tell yourself that now, even as you stare at the singular creature who can now kill you.

“Agatha.”

She stands before you draped in the cloak you wove of yourself, all feathers and leaves interspersed together, its longest edge at just the length where it might trace circles in the dirt of your cavern floor.  Dirt.  Ash, more likely, from the fires she has needed to keep herself warm on the coldest nights,  huddled up on her side with nothing but that cloak as her blanket and the wool of lambs you have sheared yourself on which to rest her head.  You are not there as often as she would like.  You are too often needed elsewhere.  Such is the demands of your magic.

Her head tilts back so that she can take in the full of this version of you, so that her bright blue eyes can meet your piercing golden ones.  “I will be safe,” she says, cheeks rosy in the heat of the day.  “They’re all terrified of you.  They wouldn’t think to hurt me.”

You hold out your hand – dark, an endless void, filled with speckling stars – and she steps into it without the fear she’d held the first time she’d seen this form.  It isn’t you at your truest, but it is near to it.  You lift her so that she stands before your face, if it can be called that, before the stars blazing golden as eyes, the sharp templed beak as a nose, the glistening canines pulled from your mouth as long as she is tall.  She only sees this because you allow it of her; for the most part, you are translucent.  Anyone else staring would have to peer to see the curved slope of the palm on which Agatha stands, the sharp claws that protrude from the pads of your fingertips, each as big as her head, which could rest on them like an olive, should you ever desire to end her.

(You are not sure that you will ever desire thusly.)

“They know that you are called my mate, little one, and for those who would seek to harm you, that is enough.”

“I carry you with me,” Agatha says, running her fingertips along the edge of the cloak, along the oranges, the reds, the scarlets that make it up.  “You will protect me from harm.  You will find me if—”  Her head tilts; she smiles.  “Trust me.  Nothing will happen.”

The stars of your eyes take her in.  “I trust you,” you say, voice rumbling as thunder, “I just don’t trust them.”

Agatha steps smooth across the smooth pad of your palm, careful through the fur surrounding it, and reaches out to place her hand, so small, so otherwise insignificant, on the harsh metal of your beak.  “I will come back to you, my love.  They cannot keep me from you.”

She is concerned only of other human beings such as herself.  You have less concern for them, except as bait.  No, you are more concerned of your siblings, the Ancients who yet remain, who would much rather they found her as an excuse to—

“Let me go,” she whispers, breath cold against your incandescence.  “I won’t be gone long.”

You hesitate.

It is the most vulnerable thing you have perhaps ever done.

Then you shrink slow into the form that she likes best, placing her gentle on the rocks outside the cavern you both share before your hand becomes too small to hold her, and you stand before her bare as you always have been, unashamed of your beauty, antlers growing tall from the temples of your inhuman head, the tufted ears of a lynx spread out just below them, flicking back with annoyance before standing tall, hair like the dark sky speckled with stars weaving between them.  In this moment, the whole of the moon rests just in the center of your chest, above smooth, bare breasts that you know have often made her mouth water.  Your spine pulls itself from beneath your skin, rigid along your back, ribs curving around your torso before their sharp edges dip beneath your skin.  But the fangs, the tusks of you, revert so that you have a nearly human smile, even as your tail flicks once, twice, in agitation behind you.

You reach out for her, and she comes.

It’s less the physical sensation of touch that means anything to you and more the kaleidoscope of colors painting her emotions around her as you cup her face with your animalistic paw, as your claws scratch sharp through her dark hair, as she turns her face into your touch as the lily turns its face towards the sun.  “You are mine, little one.  Do not forget that.”

Her gaze rests on you without fear.  “Kiss me before I go?”

The purple of your otherwise pangolin tongue flicks across your lips, and the world behind her shines violet, pulsing the sharpest, brightest of blues with her need.  She likes it best when you press the pad of your thumb on her lower lip, when you slip its claw within them and drag down, forcing her lips apart before sliding your tongue inside of her, wrapping its length around hers.  She likes it this way first, and you like the haggard breath of her, the moan as your tongue tight around hers pulls her lips against yours, likes when you release her only as your lips meet, likes the freedom to slip her tongue where none other has been to taste what no mortal should be privy to tasting.  Her hand finds the ridge of your spine along the back of your neck, fingers caressing each bone and the crevices between them, as the other moves through the fur along your waist, nails scratching along the skin beneath.

It’s the touch she craves, but it’s the violet giving way to the throbbing, cascading blues you need, cracked like a mountain with the blazing red of her intensity the lava shoving through, rimmed with orange, with deep yellow, with gold and cerulean tinged with a soft pastel pink, surrounded with a color you have never been able to name.

She places a hand on one of your rib bones, hefts the weight of her on something that will not crack beneath it, and wraps her mortal legs around your immortal hips.  “Once more,” she purrs as the sharp of your ribs dig against her where she presses against you.  “Once more before I go.”

“What a needy little thing you are,” you rumble, and the rumbling turns to a deep-throated laughter that falls like rocks through your throat, all gravel and growling.  “You need never leave me, dear one, so that you should never miss me.”  You brush your beak against her cheek, its sharp tip pressing into her skin, pricking it so that when you move away a spot of blood wells up in time with a sharp, sharp throb of her bleeding blue desire.

Her bright blue gaze locks with your golden one, but she only repeats, voice already haggard, “Once more.”  A bare, needing whisper.  “Once more before I go.”  She brushes her nose against your beak, presses a kiss where its metal merges into your sharp cheekbones.  “So that I do not forget who I belong to.”

You would have ministered to her need regardless, but that last dark purr of her voice churns within you.  It is so easy to swell within her, to enlarge so that you encompass her with nothing but yourself, to stretch your mouth open with newly returned fangs so that you might rip delicate clothes from her mortal body and lay her as bare as you yourself are, to curve claws around her supple flesh and stretch divots of ownership as intense a red as that her emotions blaze within the air around you into skin that already bears the marks of her ecstasy.

She craves the Ancient pleasuring her flesh, and you crave the emotions you tease from her, and her voice as you play her like the human instrument she is casts a song that echoes along the inside of your cavern long after she has decided to leave, a tune accompanied by every other harmony you have created together, soft enough that only your ears – and those of others like you – might hear.

#anonymous #bandit answers questions #bandit fic #the nature of soulmates with agatha harkness #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Librarian!Phil Masterlist

between the lines (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Phil's a librarian at a local public library. Dan has nowhere else to go.

Birds (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is a library volunteer who somehow ends up helping with a children’s activity. And as he’s working, he can’t help but notice the curly haired stranger who is really good with kids and really good at making him smile.

details of an asteroid (ao3) - dantiloquent

Summary: “If you think about it, aliens probably believe in us, too. We’ve got our own intergalactic cheerleaders.”

When Dan and Phil keep bumping into each other, they eventually give in to chance and start talking. Soon enough, Dan makes a home at the library Phil works at, and they talk about nothing and everything so often that there is no going back. The two survive the future just fine, until they learn the flaws of leaning the weight of your existence on someone else’s shoulders.

Figure My Heart Out - definitelythor

Summary: Dans a student with a massive crush on the university's librarian, and it's Valentines day

i can’t focus on what needs to get done (ao3) - obsessivelymoody

Summary: Phil works at a library and Dan’s a philosophy student.

If These Shelves Could Speak (ao3) - phandomestic

Summary: a slice-of-life-esque library au where dan has plans to study for an exam but a certain distraction by the name of hot librarian #1 gets in the way

just once to be lifted strong (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "Maybe it is random. Maybe the lynx was just the next one waiting in line for its human and that human had happened to be Dan, awkwardly manoeuvring his way around the outskirts of situations while it prowled at his side. Or maybe it represented some inner part of Dan, golden and glowing, hidden somewhere amongst all the shadows, something that he could get to if he actually looked. Dan’s more inclined to go with the first one (though he’d considered the second one numerous times. It just wasn’t possible)."

Or: Dan is a boy with a missing anima. He finds a Phil instead.

make a wish when your childhood dies (ao3) - tinydragon (tiny_dragon)

Summary: Things could be going better for librarian Phil Lester. He’s discontent with his life and his job when an episode of accidental magic lands him in a seemingly different world, which nobody else seems aware of other than the neighbour he never knew he had, Dan Howell. Together, they must find a way to return home to their ordinary cities and lives, but there’s something about Dan that’s strange, in that he seems eerily similar to Phil’s favourite childhood storybook character.

Middle of Somewhere (ao3) - det395

Summary: Phil’s an apprentice at a library who is drawn to a regular visitor with fluffy hair and a questionable attitude

More Than Stanzas - mairieuxes

Summary: The hot librarian is a massive nerd and Dan just found his notebook filled with poems.

Scraps and secrets (ao3) - Writtenbyalonelynerd

Summary: Phil is a librarian, dan has nowhere to go during the summer holidays so decides to do some reading. Meets Phil and love grows from there.

Short Skirts and Candy Kisses (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: The boy had chestnut coloured hair and matching brown eyes, golden skin and pink succulent lips. His cheekbones were strongly put together and his jawline was at the perfect angle, complementing the boy’s features nicely. Phil couldn’t believe someone like this actually existed. The boy was young and his appearance seemed even more tempting as he was sucking on a lollipop. A fucking lollipop.

Also known as that AU where Phil works in a library and Dan wanders in one day wearing a short skirt looking for a book and Phil just can’t stay low-key.

teach me how to kiss (ao3) - cityscaped (touchofgold)

Summary: Dan is a typical notorious bad boy smoker who couldn't give a shit about anything. Phil is a quiet librarian nerd who spends too much of his time in an abandoned tower in school. After rumours were spread that Dan had slept with many girls, and his two friends finding about it, Dan's dirty little secret is exposed.

Dan has no idea how to kiss.

And what does he do? He gets kissing lessons from Phil.

Textbook Love (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: phil works at the library, and is more than happy to get to know the cute boy at the back of the room, even if he does play his music loudly.

The Boy Was Cute (ao3) - bookcallipitter

Summary: Library AU, Phil works at a library Dan attends often, but one day changes everything.

The Douchebag (ao3) - novastars

Summary: Phil works in a small library where a local douchebag keeps moving the books and putting them on the wrong shelves.

you’re warm (home) (ao3) - littledgykid

Summary: Dan is a miserable law student. Phil is getting his bachelor’s degree in library and information science. He’s getting work experience in the university library, where they meet. After Dan stays way past the closing time, they bond over their love for literature (and Oscar Wilde).

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #library masterlist #library #librarian #librarian masterlist #librarian!phil #librarian!phil masterlist #au

[mrspeetamellark]

The fanart of Peeta kissing Katniss’ back while she’s painting has me imagining all the ways that they ‘distract’ each other. Like Katniss flashing him because he’s spent the entire day baking and not paying attention to her 😂

Lol, Anon, are you referring to this lovely piece by the wonderful @little-lynx ? Because I totally agree!

I headcanon that once Katniss and Peeta are more comfortable with each other and the sexual nature of their relationship, she’s very cheeky and fun and always teasing her man. She definitely loves to distract him no matter what he’s doing! And he loves to do the same to her. Frosting play in the middle of the bakery, kitchen sex in their home, afternoon delights in the woods…they always find ways to touch and connect with each other no matter what they’re doing.

The one place Katniss isn’t okay with Peeta distracting her, though? When she’s hunting. She has to threaten him more than once when he scares away game. “Peeta Jasper Mellark, as if your elephant-like stomping wasn’t loud and distracting enough, now you’re scaring away my kills by tickling me and making me laugh? You’re asking for it, mister!”

Oh, I just love those two, and imagining all the ways they grow back together after the war

🏹 🥖

#post mockingjay everlark #everlark headcanons #asked and answered #and yes his middle name is jasper in my headcanon lol