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combat-wombatus · 3 years

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I’m cb so really, no preferences, just as long as they’re hot 😎 for age range, I wouldn’t mind them being a student, villain, or hero tbh just pls not shiggy 😭 i like to do stuff in my free time like idk watch tv, I also have a slighttt addiction to shopping, and sometimes I’ll read a book. I also spend like 90% of my time playing with my dogs so idk if that’s useful information but I’m giving it to you. Picking three music people is hard cus I listen to to everything but at the moment I fw GIVĒON, jhené aiko, and zayn 😌 I listen to a lot of rnb if you couldn’t already notice but yeah, that’s my shit. Favorite color is definitely red but you probably already knew that, the other two would be white and black. I love food so I’ll eat just about anything but if I had to pick my top three, it would be tacos, sushi, and anything italian oh and my lovely chicken Caesar salad. Bruhhh literally everything and everyone annoys me but some of my biggest pet peeves are when people talk over me like bro stfu and wait your damn turn. I also hate when people chew disgustingly loud, it makes me wanna resort to violence 😃 I also cannot stand ignorant people or liars, to me they’re the worst type of people so yeah that really bugs me. I kinda come across as v intimidating in person and that’s because I am :) I love arguing and never back down from a challenge but I can also be a big clown when I feel like it. I’m pretty sarcastic but I’ll be soft with someone if I really like them but that’s like really rare. I’m a Scorpio so like, sometimes scary and intimidating but very loyal and passionate. My ideal first date would be at an amusement park cus I’m not trynna sit in the movie theater with a stranger for an hour and a half, I wanna have fun and move around. I don’t have a particular style, I can go from a typical tomboy to an absolute whore but on average, I give off skater vibes despite not being able to skate. And that’s it so thanks for doing matchups, I guess - @blazedbakugou

hehehe cb...

i match you up with...

kirishima eijiro

ok so GUYS kiri would be able to handle your sarcasm x100000, don’t even question it. his fave color is red too :p and he’d be the best person to go shopping with (or worst depending on how you look at it)...every time you try something on, he’d tell you how beautiful you looked and you’d be tempted to buy it >.< so i guess your wallet’s gonna have to get ready cause...yeah you’re not leaving without like 5 new outfits okay

a smol drabble

“I’m dizzy.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that much before we went on that ride?”

“Shut up.”

“I mean I get it, tacos are delicious, but...”

“Spit it out.”

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea eating 5 of them before we went on a roller coaster?” He voiced tentatively.

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“No! No, not at all!” He waved his hands around nervously. “Just...there’s a trash can there, if you need it?” He pointed towards a steel bin on the side of the walkway.

“Why would I need a-” You quickly swallowed your next words as a new wave of nausea overtook you. Scurrying over to the receptacle, you bent over and retched.

“Fuck.”

“Here,” he handed you a tissue. Begrudgingly, you took it and wiped your mouth.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Of course!” He gave you a bright thumbs-up. “Anytime!”

“Why the fuck are you always so cheerful?”

He grinned at you, his sharp teeth contrasting with the chipper expression on his face. “It’s easier to be happy. Being sad all the time just makes you sadder. And when I’m happy, I make others happy, which makes me happy!”

“You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“I guess I am. Do you not want to go out with me anymore?” He looked slightly deflated.

You scoffed. “Why the fuck would you ask me that? Of course I’m still gonna go out with you, you dummy.”

“Great!”

a lil moodboard

fire engine red: kirishima eijiro

#coco's 100 followers celebration #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha drabbles #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kirishima drabbles #kirishima imagines #cb <3 #matchups #bnha matchups

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bmwiid · 4 years

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Animal Crossing

So this was a gift for me - a sort of ‘Thank You’ from my mum for not abandoning her in the hospital and have her miss xmas, my birthday and Easter. Also the peer pressure of my cousin.

Anyway, fuck it - I got the LITE version because OMG you cannot get the regular one for love nor money and I live alone and play alone, so... best for me.

It’s YELLOW.

Let me tell you about my island. Native fruit is Oranges and flowers are Hyacinth.

I called it Glen Raven and funnily enough, I landed with 2 birds type villagers

Pierce who is a kinda jock-ish blue coloured bald eagle (he’s less of a Jock when he talks to you and seems to be wearing a cricket jumper)

Plucky who is really nice and friendly and a brown chicken in a flower pattern dress.

I also have invited 3 villagers now! They aren’t there yet, because this is only day 2 for me - but my first two islands I went to ALSO had birds on them!

Cranston who is like a crane (wiki says he is an ostrich) and he’s wearing like an olive bandanna scarf with fringes. Seems pretty laid back.

Pompom who is a duck in a pink top who told me she was planning on being a popstar and she’s tiny! I felt v. protective of this lil one, like... baby, you are so smol.

Norma breaks the trend - she’s a pink cow and I liked her dress. Also, she matches her hooves to her shoes. She’s a cutey. Also, 2 things I thought would make her fit in. Firstly, she’s wearing tartan! Glen Raven is based in Scotland with me, and secondly... there is a poem and although she’s pink.. I think it works:

I’ve never seen a purple coo, I never hope tae see wan. But I’ll tell ya this, and this the noo - I’d rather see than be wan.

I’m 100% more ahead than others on day 2 because I had help - my cousin lives on Welly Boot Island and she gave me a ladder and fruit of all types, so I was able to access parts of the island that normally I wouldn’t be able to do at this point.

However, because of playing a LOT in the last 2 days I’ve built my house, invited Blathers and tomorrow he’s building the museum. I’ve also got Timmy and Tommy building their shop, and paid off my loans to Tom Nook - seriously, last night I caught over 100 fish and 100 bugs without even having a pole-vault to get over rivers. I also knew, from Bo and her island, and by watching Griffin play online, and watching a couple of lets plays a few things to make sure I was ready to start on the best foot - I have kept the first of EVERYTHING I’ve caught outside Blathers tent just waiting for him to open. It’s not neat but I love the museum and want it to be awesome.

Now I have a small orchard - it’s in rows and I’m not sure if I like that, I saw one that had little clumps that looked cute AF but I was thinking of a traditional orchard, with a little farmers market and cafe there.

I also don’t care overly about flowers, but the more I see of them the more I quite like the colours, so I might make a little flower farm tonight, as I have pansys and mums now as well as my native plants. I’ve also weeded my entire island and tonight I went around and farmed all the hard, soft and regular woods from EVERY TREE on my island. I have this kind of time.

So.. yeah. I really love this game. I LOVE it. It’s one of the most relaxing, calming things I’ve ever played. There isn’t any energy meter, no time limits, no pressure. I could simply walk around and do nothing and just enjoy the island.

Sorry for the word vomit, I’m just really loving this game and am enthusiastic about it.

Add me if you want: SW-7838-9588-1667

#animal crossing #new horizons

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infinitesimal-grey · 5 years

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*About the g/t prompt ask if you still want some* Tiny winged Virgil with sides or human Virgil with tiny winged sides? Either fluff or angst sounds like it could take a cool direction. (P.S. I'm in love with your Prince Starved book!!! KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK!!!

Roofing slate crumbled to the ground inconceivably far below. Virgil's good wing spread to fumble for what little balance the tattered feathers could salvage.

Erratic purple eyes were locked with the slit eyes of the feline beast before him. The cat's fangs glinted sharply in the sun as it growled.

He was between a fall and a sharp place.

…

Patton sipped his lemonade, content to sit and watch the birds. The soft beats of Steven Universe came from his phone, a heavily repeated soundtrack for Patton.

A monarch butterfly fluttered down onto the handle of Patton's wicker basket. It was so picturesque he couldn't resist reaching for his phone. Just as the last notes to the extended theme played several things happened at once, all during the blink of the human's eye. There was a goosebump raising birdcall that sounded terribly like a human scream. Patton's heart skipped a beat. The bird startled into flight, leaving an explosive feathered wake of red and black. Patton's eyes locked unwaveringly with the wicker lid, which had fallen shut. He fumbled for his volume button until the only sound was distant birdcall and his own rapid heartbeat.

When his heart had returned from his throat the human peered tentatively at the basket behind rounded glasses.

He could tell in the newfound silence that a whisper of movement was coming from the basket.

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That's all I've thought of so far, it'll most likely stand as oneshot (?) I can never tell with my imagination.

Tag list: @no-no-no-no-6 @thebadhalfofafandom @greyyy523 @arc852 @justanotherpurplebutterfly @tiny-enby @phlying-squirrel @thestrangedino @revairies @just-another-rainbowblog @that-smol-tired-gay @the-asexual-alien @authorized-trash @c-e-l-t-i-c-h-a-v-e-n @imtooaromaticforthis @random-fandom-dragon @enby-phoenix @brooky71

#anyone is welcome to use this as a starter prompt i just ask that if you do can you tag me in it #for credit reasons #and also because i will drop everything to read it #virgil sanders #winged g/t #winged sides #winged!sides #winged virgil #infinitesimal sanders sides #infinitesimal sides #infinitesimal virgil sanders #patton sanders #prompt #ask #ask prompt #poptabcosplays

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childre · 5 years

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Ur pink tent is so cute!!!!!!! Where did you gets it? How big is it? Ahh sorry bout the questions (/~\)

ehehe thank u!!! the tent was actually a gift!!! its on amazon, u can find the tent there + its rlly pretty nd u can make such a nice agere space inside it!! m rlly smol but i thnk the tent is big enough to anyone who isnt like... rlly rlly rlly tall!!!

nd its totally ok to ask questions! thts why i have my asks open, ur not doin anything wrong!! c⌒っ╹v╹ )っ

#ask

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allaganexarch · 5 years

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Can you please give me some good boyes?

Some stories off the top of my head:

One of my absolute faves is a golden named Bailey--and if you’ve seen A Dog’s Purpose you’ll understand that whenever I see him I am legally obligated to call him BAILEYBAILEYBAILEYBAILEY. He is generally the best but one of my fave things abt him is that he has this trick where if you hold up both your hands and say “high five!!!” he will jump up and tap your hands w his paws!

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There’s this big gorl who’s a Rhodesian Ridgeback, and they’re kinda known for being mean, or at least aloof w strangers, but this girl is v sweet and friendly. So she has recently decided that she really needs to stand between my legs for pets. Unfortunately she is, as I have mentioned, a Big Gorl, and I am Smol. So she just kinda starts shoving herself at my crotch ya know and I’m like cry-laughing IM SORRY IT’S NOT GONNA WORK but eventually she like crouched down and staggered under there and honestly it could not have been comfortable for her but I’m v proud of her.

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There’s this one lil guy--not sure what kind of mix; medium-sized, stout build, black and brown mostly--who absolutely hated me at first. I was told he’s just not good w new people, but like he would actively follow me around to bark aggressively at me lol. No one warned me that he would bite or anything but I was not taking that chance!!! Another dog who’s nervous with new people did bite me recently, and a couple of times this dog would come over to me calmly then change his mind and growl and start barking again, so you’ll understand that I mostly tried to minimize our interactions.

But a few days ago he came over to me like he wanted attention, looking at me and wagging his tail. So I kinda like-------tentatively reached down, let him smell my hand, pet him like twice, and then walked away lol. But he seemed fine w it and kept coming over to me. Once I was kneeling down petting some other dogs and he came over, so I did the same thing--gave him plenty of time to change his mind, was very ready to jump to my feet if there was a problem, but he not only let me pet him but gave me face kisses!!!!!!!!!! I felt chosen!

#DOGBLOG #personal #the dog who bit me was nbd btw #i was warned he would prob get me a couple times before he calmed tf down #dreemurr-paige #exciting tag for answered asks

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multifandomshipsblog · 6 years

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@drunktnkmelomaniac

Hey! Could I maybe get a poly ship for Marvel, Vikings and Harry Potter? If you do that sort of thing of course. I’m female and Bisexual. I have brown eyes and brown hair with purple highlights. I’m 5’1 and adore it when my partner(s) is/are taller than me. I love the cold, reading writing music singing Quidditch and animals. Like a lot. I love animals more than most people. I'm a Pureblood Slytherin perfect and while i wanted to be seeker Draco took that position our second year so I've been a beater every year. I enjoy playing the saxophone and i am also a competitive swimmer. I also adore magic, be it slight of hand or the genuine thing. I'm simply fascinated by it. I have major anxiety depression and claustrophobia. I'm also extremely clueless when it comes to flirting and need constant reassurance of what and who I am and v clingy. I am very smol and adore tol/swol people. They are just so adorable. I'm down for an inter-house relationship and adore muggle(born)s.

Vikings: HELGA!

After a much-needed bath, you swam around the lake for a bit, until it started to get dark. You went to your cabin, and there was Helga playing with a dog she has now adopted. You admired her beauty and wonder how could there be so much good in one person. When she saw you she approached you and gave you a little peck. “You’re dripping my sweet Y/N, come by the fire and dry yourself while I prepare dinner” You couldn’t stop thinking how lucky you were to have her heart and she yours.

Harry Potter: VIKTOR KRUM

One of the best players of Quidditch was at Hogwarts and you couldn’t hide your excitement. But when you were preparing yourself for the match, you started to feel anxious. People always told you that you were an amazing player but you never truly believed them. You went for a walk to calm down, sat on a rock by the lake you started to breathe better, suddenly someone touched your shoulder and made you jump. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” “You’re... you’re Viktor Krum” He smiled at you and asked you why you were here when you should be at your tent getting ready for the match. You explained that you were feeling nervous and need some fresh air. Someone called him but before he left he told you: “Well Y/N, I’ve seen you practice all week and I think you’re quite extraordinary, that is why I came to see the match” HE took your hand very gently and kissed it. “Good luck Y/N”

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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Hi~ I have a request! Can you please do the RFA + minor trio reacting to MC being sad after a bad day?

RFA + Minor Trio reacting to MC sad after a bad day

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★ Yoosung ★

The last thing Yoosung wanted to see getting home from work was you sad, almost close to tears on the couch cuddled under a blanket eating ice cream.

When you hurt, he hurts.

He immediately dropped his stuff and went to your side, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

“Cutie pie? What’s wrong?”

After you explain to Yoosung about your bad day, going into detail about everything, Yoosung is so understanding and supportive.

If need to cry, he lets you cry it out, pulling you to his chest and wrapping his arms fully around him.

He’ll then bring you to bed, tucking you in before going to make dinner. He puts two meals on a tray and brings it to you, getting under the covers with you. He places the tray on both of your laps and sets up a movie on the computer for you two to watch.

The whole time, he’s holding your hand rubbing gentle circles onto the top of your hand.

“I’m sure tomorrow you will have a much, much better day!”

♪ Zen ♪

You tried to hide the fact you were really upset from Zen because you knew how stressed out he was with his new role, but you can’t hide anything from him.

He knows when you are upset. He can read you like a book better than anyone.

It takes a bit for him to get it out of you; “Please, babe, just tell me what’s upsetting you. I can’t bare to see you like this.”

When you finally do, letting out all the pain and sadness you were holding deep inside, you kinda break down in front of him and Zen is quick to tend to you.

You’ve had a terrible day. You were humiliated at school/work, you fumbled on a project, lost your wallet, and god, you just felt awful.

Zen holds onto you, letting you cry into his chest not caring if you got mascara on his shirt. He petted your hair, rubbed your back, whispered soothing words into your ear.

When your crying subdued, Zen told you to go get dressed and clean yourself up because you and him were going to take a walk to get fish bread.

The whole walk, Zen kept telling you how beautiful he thought you were, and how strong you were, and how much he completely, utterly loves you.

❀ Jaehee ❀

Jaehee knows all too much about bad days after having worked for Mr. Han as his assistant, so she knows all the right ways to help you.

She sees your getting yourself worked up, so she sits you down in the recliner chair, makes you a cup of tea and wraps a blanket around you.

She’ll pull up a small stool and sit in front of you and put her hand comfortingly on your thigh before giving you a small smile.

“Did you have a bad day? Can you tell me what happened?”

You tell her all the ordeals of your bad day trying your best not to break down.

Jaehee is so good at comforting you, gently rubbing your arms and squeezing your hand every so often. She encourages you, if you need to, to cry it out.

“Don’t try to hold it in. It’s ok to cry.”

Once you’ve told her everything, she’ll offer solutions to make any issues better, or she’ll offer advice if that is needed.

She is here to help you and she makes that very clear. She is not going to let you suffer by yourself.

☂ Jumin ☂

Entering the penthouse, everything was silent, and that was not normal. Whenever Jumin returns home from work you come to welcome him and give him a kiss.

Jumin put his briefcase on the kitchen counter and bent down to pet Elizabeth the 3rd, asking her where you were even though he knew he wouldn’t get a response. But as if on cue, he suddenly heard soft whimpering coming from the bathroom.

He was quick to open the door, not really thinking if maybe you were showering or on the toilet.

You weren’t, for that matter, but sitting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest. He was a little unsure of what to do so he sat besides you and held your hand.

“Don’t cry, my love. Whatever it is, it will be alright and I will help you.”

While you were calming down, Jumin started to run a bubble bath for you, helping you to get inside and relax into the warm water. As he gently washed your hair, you began to tell him of your day where everything was going wrong, you felt like people were picking on you, and you got into an argument with your best friend.

Jumin listened attentively, answering and giving words of comfort when he needed to.

He helped you out of the bath and dressed you in your comfiest pajamas before situating you in bed then getting in besides you. He pulled a book out of the draw and cuddled besides you.

He read to you until you fell asleep.

When he saw that you were asleep, he smiled gently and leaned down to kiss your forehead, whispering against your skin, “All will be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

You upset?

Oh no. He will not allow this.

Defender 707 to rescue!!

(ง •̀ω•́)ง✧

He will first, of course, try to lighten the mood with jokes and shitty puns but when he sees that it’s not helping, he situates himself behind you and sits you between his legs.

He cocoons you with his arms and legs, keeping you warm and feeling safe. He rests his chin on your shoulder and gently kisses your neck.

“Honey? Please tell me what is wrong so I can make you smile again?”

You tell him of your bad day and almost immediately Seven wants to bolt up from his position and start doing something about it. Even if there is nothing he can do, he wants to make things right for you. He needs to ensure you are happy.

You tell him that all you want is for him to hold you, so he does just that.

He gets all his honey buddha chips and Dr. Peppers, puts on a movie and cuddles you on the couch with your back against his chest.

He’ll feed you chips and play with your hair, every so often twirling the wedding ring on your finger. He places a few kisses here and there on your head, and he’ll constantly be telling you how much he loves you.

So much that it can actually get annoying.

“Saeyoung, I’m trying to watch the movie.”

❆ V ❆

Immediate concern can be found through his facial features as he enters your home and sees you huddled under a blanket on the couch.

Putting down the groceries he’ll sit next to you, gently pulling down the blanket and moving the hair out of your face revealing your tear stained cheeks.

“My dearest MC, what is wrong? Are you hurt?”

It may take a bit for you to explain what is wrong, but soon you will, letting out all of your sorrows while gradually moving closer and closer to V until you’re on top of him and your head is tucked under his chin.

He’ll be silent the entire time with a few mmhm’s indicating that he’s listening. He’ll be rubbing your back, petting your hair, massaging your shoulders a bit.

When you’ve stopped crying, he’ll position you on his lap so he can look you in the eyes and take a gentle hold of your face to wipe your tears away.

“You are so strong, love. Before you know it, this day will be nothing, and all the pains you have felt will disappear. I can’t wait to see your beautiful smile again.”

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

You were having an incredibly bad day, but so was Saeran apparently, so, being the wonderful girlfriend you are you had to comfort and help him. He needed you.

You tried to push back all the unpleasant experiences from today behind you and just work on comforting him.

But you were on the verge of a break down, and you were trying so hard to hide it from Saeran.

You didn’t want to worry him with your worries. He’s been through so much, so why would you burden him with your troubles? That’s what you kept telling yourself.

But then he made a harsh remark, one that he didn’t even mean, about how terrible your cooking was after you tried to make him a nice dinner to cheer him up, and you just broke.

You fell to your knees and bawled your eyes out, telling him how sorry you were for being so worthless, that he deserved so much better than you, that you were a disappointment and smol boy was just S H O O K.

Why were you saying these things? You’re not worthless. You’re not a disappointment. He doesn’t want anyone but you!

He tentatively kneels to your level and takes your hands away from your face so he can get a good look at you.

You’re a wreck, that’s for sure.

Saeran carefully wipes at your tears, cupping your red cheeks in his hands. He then slowly pulls you into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your shoulder and other holding the small of your back.

“Did… did something happen today?”

When you’ve calmed down, you tell him about your bad day, and Saeran feels absolutely terrible for snapping at you.

He’s not the only one who has bad days.

He wants to make it up to you after all the times you have helped him when he’s had bad days, but he doesn’t really know what he can do.

But he tries his best, lifting you up from the ground and settling you on the couch, putting on your favorite movie and bringing you a carton of ice cream. He lets you cuddle into his side and he keeps a blanket wrapped around you both.

After awhile, you fall asleep so he brings you to your shared bedroom, tucking you in and kissing the top of your head.

He stays up for a bit and tries to think of better ways to control his anger so he doesn’t lash out at you so much.

This boy just loves you so much, ok.

✌ Vanderwood ✌

When you walked through the door of yours and Vanderwoods shared apartment, he was confused as to why you didn’t come to hug him like you would normally do when you came home from work/school, but went right to the bedroom instead, closing it behind you.

He was going to let you be but then he heard soft sniffling and what seemed to be laboured breaths.

You didn’t want Vanderwood to see you crying. You had to be strong for him, but this day just had you completely done.

Vanderwood didn’t bother to knock first, he needed to know what was up, so he busted through the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you curled into a ball on the bed.

He sighed and sat besides you, hesitantly resting his hand on your shoulder.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Through your tears, you told him every aspect of your bad day, and Vanderwood listened attentively, allowing you to let out all of your worries.

If he could, he’d take all of your burdens and put them on his shoulders, but he knows he can’t always do that.

So he sticks to comforting you. He’s a little inexperienced with comfort… but he knows that you like cuddles so he takes you in his arms, laying flat down on the bed and holding you on top of his chest, carefully rubbing your back.

“This pain is only temporary. Just remember that.”

Afterwards, Vanderwood will cook you a nice dinner and let you choose what you guys watch on TV.

~~~

Check out my masterlist page to see rules for requests!

*** Until Christmas 2017, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Masterlist

#Yoosung Kim #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Jaehee Kang #Jumin Han #Seven #Luciel Choi #Saeyoung Choi #V #Jihyun Kim #Saeran Choi #Ray Choi #Vanderwood #Mary Vanderwood 3rd #Mystic Messenger #Mystic Messenger Headcanon #Mysme #mysme headcanon

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lumen-tellus · 6 years

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lately got some ideas for new ocs so!! decided to try and scribble them up lmao

the original concept was along the lines of “twins but not siblings and very alternate-universe-ish” which is why i tried to draw them similar to each other ww

ofc that concept definitely evolved into something else riporoo. right now it’s more like one became a heavy influence over the other, and thus that’s the reason for their similarities. and then, i got the dumb thought that this is Literally What That OC Does - influencing or creating people similar to them. and then i tried to reason why even and thats how i ended up with two new ocs that arent even going to exist in the same universe/project lmao

anyway, the tentative names for the ocs is, left to right, Jack and Jill. i came up with Jack’s name first and well, there’s the Jack and Jill rhyme right? and theyre supposed to be matching so rip. Jack is in my [fated alice story] project and Jill is for my [dreamland the mmorpg] project.

now, for the real fun stuff!

Jack:

her name is technically a nickname, which is based off her title which functions as her name (but isn’t her real name? maybe??) for a majority of the time since thats just the Aesthetic ive seemed to have chosen for my alice project lmao

her title is “The Jack of Cards” - in reference to the dumb alice in wonderland motif ive got for this project, and yknow theres that whole playing deck kingdom with the Queen of Hearts and all that stuff so. yeah.

now, since my alice project basically revolves around a bunch of people who luckily or unluckily somehow become reality warpers - ive got Jack as one of those reality warpers, who ive been considering to call “Authors” bc Fancy

and tbh god knows how long Jack actually been around as a reality warper, but i currently got the feeling that shes been around for a Damn Long Time

anyway, Jack’s choice of reason for using her cool powers is to---create avatars of herself, which can range from literal clones to people she simply selects and observes as a really weird extension of herself.

her reason for doing that? god i havent actually nailed it but shes trying to find something through what her clones think and do and achieve.

is it a sense of purpose?? the meaning of life?? the alternative ways she can exist????? or is it the fact that she wants something---therefore believing that shes lacking something---the whole motive in itself???????????? yeah no clue yet im sorry

all i know is that shes secretly p melancholy about her lack of what shes trying to find

which ofc she buries away through her extremely weird form of soul searching experiments and a v cheery persona in general

Jill:

tbh this guy is much less developed then Jack since i like. ?????? is the feeling

anyway, like i mentioned, he’s in my dreamland project - and in said project, ofc, is one of the rare few allowed to reside in the Dreamland, which is basically pseudo wish-fulfillment land in a pocket dimension

since in the Dreamland, people can have different appearances - once Jill decided to join the Dreamland, he got an appearance similar to Jack

this is because, when he was p young, he actually met Jack in person

and this is p significant bc you see - the universe that the Dreamland exists in is actually a universe created by another Author from the alice project.

(this Author btw is the nameless god for all my dumb insanely templar angel ocs and my angsty nephilim family ocs riporoo)

so the thing is, basically, Jack literally hopped into the creation of one of her fellow reality warper acquaintances, probably did some dumb shenanigans, and at some point met Jill who became highly influenced by Jack---and Jack in turn, interest piqued by smol boi Jill, chose him as her next avatar and then poofed the fuck off

what exactly happened is what i dont have nailed down in the least, and why i say this poor guy is not as developed as Jack is lmao

tho i get the feeling its that Jack did some magical shit to some assholes pestering Jill or something, and Jill was like “oh shit miss you have to tell me how to do that too i want to cool things like you”

anyway!! rough backstory aside - Jill’s personality!! is a complete mystery!! i get the feeling tho that hes kind of standoffish but say the right things and you get a damn motormouth who refuses to stop until You Listen To Me Tell Everything God Damn It You Asked For This So I WILL, basically. i think he also likes to be a lil flashy, but fails either bc he just Can’t Do The Flashy or is maybe a tinsy bit embarrassed of being super attention-grabbing in public

despite this, he definitely gets a close knit group of friends. I fucking guarantee it he has to

(and seeing him surrounded by all this warmth and love, Jack wonders why his achievements seem so unattainable to her - as with nearly all of her avatars.)

tl;dr

i basically just wanted a blatant character crossover/running joke/shoutout in all of my projects somehow if i feel like having one lmao

#angel draws a thing #{fated alice story}#[dreamland the mmorpg]#the extensive details go under the read more bc im not here to clog dashes more than my mobile uploads already do

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dreamin-of-somewhere-else · 7 years

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister Winchester!reader, John Winchester

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Warnings: Injuries and blood (not graphic at all just a little bit), panic attack (it’s not reader who gets it), angst and fluff I guess.

A/N: So, I’ve never had a panic (only a minor anxiety attack if it even was that) and never really seen anyone else have one, fortunately. This is just based on what I’ve seen in movies and heard stories about, so yeah, just wanted to make that clear :) Also, Dean is a smol cinnamon roll who needs a hug. I wish I could give him one. I don’t know why I wrote this, but here goes.

Pre-series/AU! Dean’s age: 19, Readers age: 17, Sam’s age: 15

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Arriving back at the motel, you let out a relieved — yet exhausted — breath you didn’t know you were holding, just as your dad killed the engine of the Impala and everything became quiet.

Glancing over at Sam next to you in the backseat during the still couple of seconds, your gaze was met by his hazel one, barely visible through the darkness. Sam reached up a hand and squeezed your shoulder, and you placed your hand on top of his. Flashing him a small, reassuring smile, you nodded — happy to be back in safety again, all of you in, sort of, one piece.

It had been an intense hunt. The wendigo turned out to not only be one, but two. It was just one of those hunts everything had gone south from the beginning. John and Dean — much to your older brother’s dislike, but he always followed his dad’s orders — had parted from you and Sam and gone their own way. You and Sam had shortly after been surrounded and captured by the two wendigos — you felt bad about that, for not being able to protect Sam and for putting Dean and John under so much stress — and brought to their lair.

In the end, everything had turned out just fine, besides from a couple of scratches on you and Sam, but those could be patched up, and in a week or two, the injuries would be gone. Despite that, things had not been looking good there in the middle of the hunt, and you and Sam both saw on your brother and father that the progress of the events tonight had shaken them both to the core. On the way back to the Impala you had made numerous, unsuccessful attempts to lighten the mood, until you just sort of gave up, letting your family sink into a mutual silence.

Dean was the first one to exit the car, a few seconds after John parked it. Flinging the car door open with the last of his energy, he almost fell out of the Impala in his hurry to get away. Next, Sam joined him as he exited the car, following his big brother towards the door of the motel room you all shared.

In contrast to your little and big brother, you lingered inside the vehicle, catching your dad’s dark brown eyes through the rearview mirror, an unspoken, open question hanging in the air. John ripped his eyes away from yours.

”I’m going to the bar. Take this.” He stated as he grabbed a hold of the duffle bag that had been resting in the front seat between him and Dean, and flung it over the backrest of the seat.

You caught the worn bag and it gave out a metallic rustle as the weapons moved around in it. Nodding once, you opened your car door and stepped out as well.

You didn’t bother looking over the shoulder as you heard the Impala starting up again and how the purring of its motor faded away in the distance. Instead, you did your best to pick up to your brothers without causing your tired body too much pain.

Closing the motel door behind you, you dropped the bag at your feet and kicked off your muddy boots. Meanwhile, Dean sat down on his bed, clutching his head in his hands, seemingly absentminded. You watched him with worried eyes, but decided that he probably just needed some time to calm down. Instead, your eyes turned to your younger brother who threw his jacket over one of the chairs in the room.

”Come on, Sammy, let’s go get cleaned up,” you called out to him, as you walked over to the bathroom, hearing your brother’s footfalls trailing behind you.

Sam entered the bathroom just as you switched on the bright fluorescent lightening, making you both squint. Briefly, you caught the sight of the two of you through the mirror.

Sam was currently having a growth spurt, transforming him from that small kid to an adult, making him stand at your height for the moment, and then later, probably beyond that. Your baby brother was still lanky though, and you reckoned you still had the upper hand in strength. Both of you looked kind of bad to be honest; your hair were messy, your clothes dirty and your skin looked pale, and the bloodstains and harsh lightening didn’t help. Darkness decorated your under eyes, visually describing how you both felt — dead beat tired.

”Sit down,” you ordered — although much more gentle than your dad likes to order you to do stuff — as you pointed to the toilet, seat lid closed of course.

Sam did and you were just about to start cleaning the scratches that covered Sam’s upper body when you paused, listening as you thought you heard some soft whimpering from the main room.

Handing Sam the disinfectant, cotton swabs and gauze pads, you told him to start and that you’d be back in a minute.

Eyebrows knitted, you walked back into the larger room, and the sight that greeted you made your heart clench painfully. There was your older brother, nervously pacing back and forth, breathing ragged and fast.

”Dean?” You asked, trying to keep the worry out of your voice as you approached him.

Dean didn’t give any sign that he’d heard you and just kept on walking in circles, clutching his head in his hands, sniffling. He felt as the room was spinning, that he couldn’t breathe properly.

”Dean, it’s okay.” You tried, words gentle, tentative. Your eyes burned at seeing him so distressed, but you ignored it. You needed to be strong for him. ”Dean, calm down.”

Again, he didn’t seem to either hear or listen. You reached out to him, trying to get him to stop pacing and sit down by grabbing onto his forearms.

That turned out to be the wrong move.

”Let go!” Dean suddenly exclaimed, and it didn’t seem as he even realized who it was holding onto him.

”Dean, just wait—” you desperately tried, but was cut off.

”Let me go!”

He began to struggle, wanting your grip to be gone, breathing picking up even more, heart hammering in his chest. He felt trapped, stuck.

Inside the bathroom, Sam quickly stopped what he was doing, putting the stuff down on the bathroom countertop, and hurried towards the stressed voices of his older siblings.

He exited the bathroom just in time to see you and Dean lose your footing, sending you both tumbling towards the floor. In the fall, you unfortunately came too close to the bed, scraping up your arm against a sharp edge of the metal bed frame.

Sam quickly ran over to help you, his sister, and his brother to your feet from where you are lying on the floor, you almost completely underneath Dean’s tall frame.

As Sam tried to reach out to Dean, he scrambled away quickly getting onto his feet on his own.

”Oh god…” he murmured under his breath as his wild, green eyes latched onto the red trailing down your arm from your fresh injury. ”No, no, no, no…”

The scrape looked worse than it was, sure it bled and stung, but it wasn’t so bad. Although, Dean didn’t know that.

”Dean, it’s not that bad,” you began, trying to get him to just calm down because now he was really starting to scare you.

It didn’t work though — surprise! — and as Sam pulled you up to a standing position, Dean escaped to the bathroom, all while shaking his head to himself.

”Dean, wait!” You called out but it was too late, the click of the door being locked rung out through the motel room.

You and Sam shared a long look for the second time tonight and you saw the fear pooling in his multicolored orbs.

Sam had never seen his brother like this before. His oldest sibling was always so relaxed, controlled, experienced. Sam had seen Dean scared before, on multiple occasions even — that one time Sam almost bled out after being attacked by a skinwalker, and the time you were dragged underwater by an angry spirit, to name a couple. But never had he seen Dean this panicked, this afraid and not in control of himself.

His thought train was broken by you striding into action.

”Sam, there’s a lock pick in the bag,” you told him as you moved over to the bathroom door, clutching your bleeding arm to your chest, trying not to listen to Dean’s gasping from the other side.

As Sam looked through the duffel for the instrument, something broke the tense silence. It was somewhere between a sob and a scream, and worst of all, it was quickly followed by the sound of breaking glass.

Luckily, Sam found the lock pick simultaneously, handed it to you, and with your experience the door was open within the minute.

You and Sam found Dean on the floor, shaking. He was clutching his fist, that was leaking blood. Your eyes travelled to the mirror you previously looked at you and Sam through, only to see it smashed.

Dean was still struggling to breath, but the gasps were slowly transforming into sobs as his eyes filled with tears. Taking your time, you sank down to the bathroom floor in front of Dean. Behind you, Sam backed away into the bedroom, since the bathroom was a bit too small to have all three of you sitting on it and he didn’t want Dean to feel claustrophobic on top of it all. Instead, he stayed back and watched the scene unfold in front of him, trying to calm his own breathing. He had been scared too, after all.

”Dean, just breathe, okay?” You said, tone soft as you looked into his tear and horror filled eyes. ”Breathe with me.”

You proceeded to take deep breaths, slowly breathing in, and out. It took a few breaths, but soon Dean joined in.

Breathing in.

And out.

Finally, he seemed to be calming down, but still, he was in distress and tears were now leaving glistening trails on his cheeks.

You tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder, and as he seemed to relax slightly at that, you placed your other one on his cheek, wiping some of the tears away with your thumb. Then, Dean reached out and grabbed onto your unharmed arm, much like you had regrettably done to him less than five minutes before that. Only this time, your big brother was hanging onto you as for dear life. And by his touch, you could feel how he was trembling and once again, your chest constricted.

You sat like that for a while, you hushing him and telling him that it was going to be okay, as he whispered that he was sorry. After a few moments, Sam came in too and as you held onto Dean, he began cleaning your wounds. Although they weren’t bad, it was still important that they were taken care of. Most of them were on your back as well, so he could do it without interrupting you and Dean. As Sam cleaned your wounds — you tried to not scrunch up your face in pain during the process — you also began to clean Dean’s injured hand, which just as you arm that you tended to next, wasn’t as bad as it looked. You had all been lucky in that sense.

A few moments later, Sam with the help of you, had finished cleaning his own and your wounds, and you had cleaned Dean’s — which meant you were all done.

Dean had calmed down, but was still very upset and absolutely exhausted as a result of his previous panic. You and Sam helped Dean stand up, and once he was on his weak, shaking legs, you wrapped his arm around your neck, and guided him towards his bed. Sitting you both down, you were dragged with him for the second time as he lied — fell — down fully on the bed. But before you could even begin to unravel his arm from your shoulders and sit up, Dean wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled you into a close hug.

Burying his face into your hair, he let out another sob and a couple more tears overflowed his eyes and landed in your strands.

”I-I’m so s-sorry…” His voice was quivering and weak. ”I should’ve p-protected you and S-Sammy.”

”It’s not your fault Dean.” You responded, and you knew you spoke for both you and Sam. You little brother himself was sitting on his bed only a few feet away, listening through the darkness. ”We don’t blame you, not at all.”

Dean let out a ragged breath, and you soothingly ran a hand through his short, spiky hair. ”I-I thought I lost you…” he paused, feeling out of air. ”I thought… t-that this is the hunt I lose my little siblings.”

”But you didn’t, Dean-o.” You objected gently. ”We’re fine, we’re okay. Don’t worry.”

”God, I’m so sorry…” he mumbled. His words were getting lower and lower, and more and more sluggish — a sign that sleep was getting a tighter grip around your drained big brother.

”Don’t be, bro. Sammy and I are okay, Dad’s okay, and you are okay.”

Dean slowly nodded into the crook of your neck. He had almost stopped crying now.

”I’m sorry… about your arm…” he murmured tiredly yet sincerely.

”It’s not that bad. Takes more than that to hurt me, you know.” You told him, as you combed his now drooping bangs away from his face, making them point more upwards again.

”Yeah…” he breathed out, a smile ghosting over his lips as he closed his eyes. ”You’re strong.”

”Yeah,” you echoed, smiling too. Meanwhile you could feel how his heartbeat slowed down more and more to a normal pace. ”It’s going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

It didn’t matter that he was your older brother, not at all. It didn’t matter that he had this fixed idea that his main purpose in life was to keep you and Sam safe, at all costs. Everyone deserved to be looked after, protected. And, everyone could get scared. No matter who was born first. Age didn’t matter.

Soon, Dean was fast asleep, chest calmly heaving up and down. Along with his peace, you felt the tension around your own chest dissolving as you finally let yourself relax. You wouldn’t sleep though — and judging by the occasional shuffling from the other bed, Sam thought the same. Both of you wanted to keep an eye on your older brother, watching over him.

As Dean relaxed more and more, falling deeper and deeper into sleep, his tight hug around you loosened and you were able to detangled yourself from his embrace, without disturbing him.

Flattening down your messy hair and straightening out your clothes, you walked over to Sam and sat down next to him on the bed, both facing the still form of Dean.

”Is he going to be okay?” Sam faintly asked after a few moments of silence except for Dean’s light snores.

”Yeah, he’ll be just fine.” You promised, not because Dean was forced to pull himself together, but because you would help him be okay.

”What happened?” Sam innocently asked then as he turned his round, worried eyes towards you.

You sighed softly, and took Sam’s hand in your own. ”You know how Dean never talks about how he feels?”

Sam nodded.

”Our brother likes to pretend that he’s fine, even if he’s scared or sad, and I think it all just came tumbling down.” You said truthfully. ”He got really scared today, when we were taken.”

This is what hunting does to him, to us. These are the side effects. You didn’t tell Sam that though, you kept the thought to yourself.

”Yeah,” Sam agreed to your previous statement. ”That’s understandable. I just hate seeing him like this.” Sam turned his gaze towards Dean again.

”Me too.” You replied. ”But, Sam?”

”Mhm?”

”Just… just talk to me, okay? Feel free to tell me everything you have on your heart. I’ll listen to anything.”

”I promise.”

The room was filled with silence again for a little while until Sam broke it again, voice even smaller than the last time.

”(Y/N)?”

”Yeah?”

”Where’s Dad?” Worry laced your baby brother’s words.

”At the bar.” You informed him. It was an answer no one out of you siblings liked.

”He’s scary when he’s drunk,” Sam admitted, having listened to your plead to tell you everything he was feeling. No one had said it out loud before, but you knew you all felt the same way.

”Yeah, I think so too.” You stated truthfully. ”But don’t worry Sammy, I’ll take care of it.”

Through the darkness you could just barely see Sam nodded, his unruly hair moving along with the motion.

As you began to stand up, Sam’s hand wrapped around your wrist, one single word question hanging in the air. ”Stay?”

You instantly sat down again. ”Sure thing, Sam.”

Then you both lied down on the motel bed, soon falling asleep on top of the covers, exhausted from the hunting, and the wendigos’ claws and then from the fear from your brother’s breakdown.

And despite everything that had happened, you knew everything would be okay. Because when John came stumbling through the door, you'd deal with him. And when Dean was well-rested you’d help him. And then, as always, you would keep Sam safe.

Although Dean was the protector of you Winchester siblings, you were the glue that kept you together, kept you from falling apart.

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years

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Smol child Ardyn? Please and thank you?!

You said “Please” and “Thank you”, so yours first. Thank you. Sorry for taking so long!

(Spoilers ahead…I guess? And a Read More line)

Everyone remember Ardyn wasn’t born the devil; he grew up a kind and caring healer and prince, so I’m sticking to that side of him rather than the one we see in the main FFXV story.

Everyone beware…

The heir prince of Lucis, Ardyn Lucis Caelum.

Smol child Ardyn:

He’s the prettiest prince ever.

…so far, of course.

A bit chubby, with the roundest, softest cheeks ever.

Look at that ridiculous lonely lock of red-violet hair on his bald head, it’s so stupid and adorable.

Baby Ardyn in a moogle onesie.

Baby Ardyn’s greatly spoiled, he’s the baby prince.

Baby Ardyn’s laughing and clapping cause he’s getting so many gifts all the time, omg, he’s got a whole castle room all to himself just for his gifts and toys.

Smol child Ardyn is obsessed with moogles.

He l o v e s moogles.

Perhaps moogles were still alive during his times, so he has even more reasons to love them; they’re a real thing, not just plush toys.

Baby Ardyn is screeching when he sees one.

THEY ARE. SO. CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTEEEEEEEEE.

Baby Ardyn’s never getting separated from his moogle plushie.

He’s a smol kid now and he’s still not getting away of it.

Smol kid Ardyn is best friends with a real moogle.

Good luck trying to get the prince out of that moogle onesie.

Smol kid Ardyn ows a pair of fake moogle wings that he’s wearing when they do get him out of that onesie.

He’s not a prince, he’s a moogle!

Or so he says.

Smol kid Ardyn, despite spoiled, grows up super sweet.

…a bit too sweet.

He’s so sensitive, please be careful with this child.

Smol kid Ardyn isn’t particularly keen of weapons.

He likes his toy sword and admires his dad and the tales of knights and that, but he doesn’t like that guards carry weapons.

Smol kid Ardyn doesn’t like when they jail people.

Smol kid Ardyn has tried to tell papa that people are good and only need to be “taught” to be good.

“Please, don’t kill them, papa :’(”

Smol kid Ardyn doesn’t like death sentences.

Smol kid Ardyn actually loves the life of Eos, every living creature.

Smol kid Ardyn is sneaking out of his room to wander around the castle looking for rat traps.

He’s hiding all the rat traps he finds in a drawer in his room.

If he finds a rat in one of them, he’s going to free it.

“It’s okay, little friend, I’m going to…how do I open…can you help me? Ah, it’s okay, please stop crying…I’m just going to…pull and…YAY! RUN! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone! :’)”

This once, the people of the castle went nuts because a stray dog made it into the gardens. The guards are chasing it and throwing rocks at it.

Smol kid just heard the news.

Good luck trying to separate that child from the dog.

Smol kid Ardyn’s hugged to the dog.

Accidentally received the hit of a rock for it.

Of course, no guard’s opening the mouth to say “It was me, I’m sorry”, THEY JUST HIT THE PRINCE.

No matter how many times you tell the prince to let go of that pulpy animal, he’s not going to let go until you all have put the swords down and until the dog’s been given water and food.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to play in the garden.

Smol kid Ardyn is stopping in his way if he sees ants passing by.

“Apologies, little friends. I’ll play in that other place :)”

He doesn’t want to hurt the ants.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to help the gardener to water the plants.

Smol kid Ardyn’s petting all the flowers and telling them they’re “good boys” and “good girls”.

Every flower.

Every. Flower.

It’s a royal garden. The child is petting. EVERY. FLOWER.

The gardener laughs and asks him how he knows which flowers are boys and which are girls.

“They tell me :)”

Oh.

Please don’t question him.

Smol kid Ardyn’s standing up for all the animals that the guards want to shoo away.

Smol kid Ardyn’s constantly found sat or knelt on the floor hugged to some stray animal he’s trying to protect.

“Your Highness, please let go of that cat…we have orders to-”

“No! :’(”

“It’s direct orders from the king-”

“Well, I am going to be king too, right? And I…and I…and I order you to not hurt the kitty!”

“Your Highness, please don’t make this any harder and let go of-”

“NO!”

I told you, you can try but no way is he ever letting go until you all put the swords down AND go away.

All animals are “Little friends.”

Smol kid Ardyn is apologizing to and thanking the meat he eats.

Smol kid Ardyn is apologizing to and thanking the wood and paper he uses.

Smol kid Ardyn also loves chocobos.

His obsession and passion for moogles isn’t surpassed, though, but he still loves em chocobos.

He’s growing up with his own black chocobo.

Both were babies together, aaw

Smol kid Ardyn attends his chocobo everyday.

He spends more time with his chocobo than with other people, tbh.

Smol kid Ardyn’s trusting all his secrets and gossip to his chocobo.

Best friend Moogle is a best friend and adviser moogle, but chocobo is a brother.

Smol kid Ardyn likes storybooks.

He has his own private shelf full of storybooks.

He doesn’t even need somebody else reads it for him, he likes to do it himself too.

Smoler child Ardyn that can’t read didn’t necessarily need someone either; he was content with seeing the drawings.

Smol kid Ardyn is constantly carrying with a storybook.

It’s not necessarily the same everyday.

He may not even read it, he just likes to carry it around “in case he wants to read it later and that way he doesn’t have to go all the way back to his shelf for it, he can carry it with him always.”

There goes the tiny 5 y.o. prince, running through a hallway, hugged to a book like he just stole it.

Smol kid Ardyn loves puppets.

Any way to entertain the prince? Do a puppet show.

You should have seen his face when it was a puppet show of MOOGLES.

He was ecstatic about it and requested it to be repeated for five days straight.

Smol kid Ardyn does this 5-second-long dance every time he enters the kitchen like it’s protocol.

“Why do you do that, your Highness?”

“It’s the kitchen!”

Please, do not question him.

Smol kid Ardyn has a collection of rocks.

They all have names and titles.

Indeed, it’s not a collection of rocks.

IT’S HIS COURT.

Smol kid Ardyn’s putting tiny pieces of clothes to each of the rocks.

It’s their capes.

Smol kid Ardyn likes camping.

He’s so smol, camping is shut short to happen in the castle’s gardens.

He doesn’t mind; he’s in a tent and “hunts for terrible, scary monsters and saves the kingdom”, so he’s cool with it.

Remember smol kid Ardyn’s constantly carrying a storybook around in case he feels like reading it at some point of the day?

The book can be missing. But one thing never is.

His journal.

Smol kid Ardyn has started writing and drawing in a journal.

It contains everything that makes him happy and that happened across the day.

He’s writing down what he did and how he felt.

He’s drawing lots of stuff to accompany the things he writes down.

Smol kid Ardyn’s carrying his journal everywhere to write down on it almost as soon as things happen.

“*scribbles* The guard didn’t let me thru trh trouhg the door :’(”

“Your Highness, please stop writing about me, I can see you, and I will not apologize for not letting you visit the prison with that murderer inside.”

“*scribbles* The guard is mean :’(”

“…come on, your Highness, I do NOT look like that. That is a childish drawing of- my teeth are not- can you please not- *sigh*”

Smol kid Ardyn doesn’t only care for his animal “little friends”, he’s also majorly concerned about people.

Smol kid Ardyn spends more time at the infirmary (is that word correct? non native speaker over here) than in his own room.

Smol kid Ardyn is visiting all the sick/injured people he finds, each one personally, and plays nurse with them.

Indeed, his healing abilities are discovered because of that.

Smol kid Ardyn, hand in hand with his moogle plushie, is constnatly visiting the castle’s infirmary and going with every person in there.

Smol kid Ardyn is climbing onto the chair at their bed’s side and he’s talking with them for like an hour or two.

Smol kid Ardyn is always going to reach for them and touch their foreheads like he’s seen nurses do.

He has no idea what he’s doing.

But he cares. And worries. Which is what matters.

Sometimes, smol kid Ardyn’s going to let magic act on people with neither noticing from that touch.

Or from hugs.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to hug the sick and injured.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to tell them over and over how they’re doing super good and how soon they’ll be alright again.

Smol kid Ardyn’s constantly told to leave and chased by guards because if the prince catches an illness due to direct contact and exposure, the king will be VERY upset.

Smol kid Ardyn’s never falling sick for his constant visits to the infirmary.

Smol kid Ardyn wants to cuddle all the injured and sick.

Sometimes he’s gifting some of them a plush toy.

“But, your Highness…this is yours…”

“I have too many! You have this one! :)”

Smol kid Ardyn is scared of large water bodies.

He likes jumping on puddles, but…a lake…

Brr.

Smol kid Ardyn’s hiding behind dad or a guard if he thinks they’ll get close to the lake.

Please do not take this child nearby the sea.

Smol kid Ardyn likes fire, though.

His greatly developed talent and skill for magic first showed, after the healing abilities, through fire.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to lit a small flame in his palms.

The movement is so pretty. The colors are so pretty.

FIRE IS SO PRETTY.

Smol kid Ardyn’s never doing that in the garden or nearby “little friends”, though.

Doesn’t want to harm anyone :’(

Smol kid Ardyn LOVES BUBBLES.

HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH.

The prince won’t stop being all excited, giggly, or happy when he’s bathed because THERE’S SO MANY BUBBLES.

The prince’s favorite time is bath time, because BUBBLES.

The actual trouble with him is trying to get him out of the tub.

Smol kid Ardyn’s chasing all the bubbles he sees.

Smol kid Ardyn’s eating the bubbles.

It’s adorable, but please do stop him.

Smol kid Ardyn likes ribbons.

His favorite part of gifts is the ribbons.

Smol kid Ardyn’s putting all ribbons he finds on his head and arms.

Smol kid Ardyn will put a ribbon on you if he likes you.

Smol kid Ardyn’s putting a ribbon to everything.

Smol kid Ardyn carries with a lot of ribbons he kept from gifts he was given so he can go around put them on things and people he likes.

Guard was good with him. Kid Ardyn is asking him to lean down so he can put a ribbon on him.

Frog is cute. It needs a ribbon.

This chair was nice with him. Ribbon.

“Mister papa’s Shield, you’re TOO TOL, can you please come down, I can’t reach you :’(”

Ardyn’s putting a ribbon on him, too.

Rock is nice. Rock needs ribbon.

This ribbon is so nice it needs a ribbon.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to poke people with a stick.

He’s not trying to make them laugh or upset. He just likes poking.

Smol kid Ardyn’s not expecting any reaction.

Smol kid Ardyn’s poking you for hours.

Smol kid Ardyn is sat on the floor, poking your leg.

“Why are you doing this, your Highness?”

“Poke.”

Okay.

Smol kid Ardyn is a bit frightened by short haired women.

Do not question him.

You wanna make smol kid Ardyn happy?

Let him roll down a hill.

Smol kid Ardyn’s rolling down a hill.

The nannies and guards are losing their shit; the prince is going to harm himself, look, this is so aggresive, such a barbarian activity, what will we tell the king if the kid ends up hitting himself against something, omg, whatdoIdo

Smol kid Ardyn’s not going to be convinced to return to the castle until he rolls down the same hill another 50 times.

Smol kid Ardyn likes to stand among his mountatin of plush toys and pretend to be one.

He could do that for hours.

It’s happened multiple times that the guards lose sight of him and go into a paranoid mess because they can’t find him.

The castle’s turning itself upside-down in the search for the little prince.

The little shit is sat in complete silence among his plushies, staring at everyone pass by.

He’s not even trying to hide, he’s literally sat there, exposed to sight.

But he stands so still and quiet, nobody notices.

The little idiot’s enjoying of the mess.

This is smol child Ardyn.

Please don’t let him grow up.

#ardyn #kid ardyn

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barberwitch · 7 years

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Final example of the month of a way to use my full moon clarity spread. Chances are, if you’re seeing this it’s because you’ve already liked and it reblogged it 😜 if you haven’t, scroll to the other examples below this to find the link to the original post

Prisma Visions reading for @smol-witchery

1: what’s been hidden: VII of Swords 2: what’s ahead of you: V of Swords 3: what’s influencing you: Strength 4: what’s led you to this point: The Magician 5: what’s left for you to do: IV of Wands

What’s been hidden is in plain sight. You aren’t as stuck as you may think you are. Sometimes our trials are self inflicted, but if you look closely, you’ll see the prison you’re in has no sides, you just need the strength to walk around. It may not be the way you expected and we’re waiting for, but a solution is there if you have the creativity to look for it. What lies ahead is a tentative victory. Though you hold the power to succeed, ask if the ends justify the means. Steamrolling an ally to get your way may benefit both of you, or just yourself. Beware of the latter because it can sow the seeds of resentment. The knowledge that you can attain your goal should be enough to spur you forward, but remember to hold a hand out behind to take those around you with you. Strength has many forms just as there are many lions depicted. Sometimes it’s the strength to hold your tongue, sometimes it’s pushing your problems away to help another, and sometimes, it’s knowing when to stop the current stream of events to begin a new one. Take a look at where you’re headed and have the strength to say that at the moment that goal may have to wait and look for a different solution that will take you there down the road. Patience is a form of strength. Larger than life, the Magician looms over the earth wielding his power the way he sees fit. Occasionally you are the Magician, but what’s led you here is out of your control. You don’t need to blame yourself for things you had no control over. We are all the magicians play thing at times, and find serenity by not stressing about what can’t be fixed, and put that energy into altering what can. Count your blessings as trite as that sounds. You’ve made it thus far. Sure there’s more work to be done, but realize what has been accomplished and use that excitement and sense of contentment to push you into the next venture. Though it can be disarming venturing into the unknown, you don’t go forth alone. There are those in your life that are coming with you, and how scary can things be if you have someone sharing the burden with you. How exciting that you can experience something new with your loved one.

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draqcnheartstrinq · 7 years

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ooOoo, could I please request a HP ship? I am a straight female, I have a bit longer than shoulder length hair, which is dark brown. I have greenish-brownish eyes, and a purple rimbal ring. I have V E R Y long eyelashes, and I am a smol 5,4 bean. I also have very smol feet. I am Ravenclaw, and I am quite shy. I tend to keep to myself with my books, tumblr, and wattpad. But, when I warm up to you, I am a weird, but kind of sweet girl. Well, I think that was all? I hope so.

I would ship you with Fred or Nevillebut I’m leaning more towards Fred Weasley

Heand his twin brother, George, saw you sitting near The Great Lake with a bookpressed against your chest. You weren’t reading it but they could see that abookmark was placed about halfway of all the pages.

You were staring at the lake, sitting on your own.Your long brown hair was neetly put behind your ear and your eyes fixateditself onto the ripples in the water.

The twins thought you looked rather lonely and decided to come and sit next toyou.As they arrived at your spot, you still hadn’t looked up.George coughed, making you shift your attention to them both. As you realisedthey were right next to you, your eyes widened.

Your eyes.They were beautiful.And Fred immediately noticed. The glow of the sun made them look like goldenorbs.

“Good afternoon, I’m George…” the twin to the leftstated, he expected Fred to complete the sentence with ‘and I’m Fred’ butnothing left the other twin’s mouth.He was staring at you, not noticing George’s elbow poking at his ribs. Onlywhen your expression changed from a surprised one to an uncomfortable one, Fredwas put out of his trance.“Ow, sorry, and I’m Fred”, he finally said.

“About time”, George whispered.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”, Fred asked and he was genuinelyinterested.“Lena”, you answered looking at the ground. You had a very soft voice, almostlike you didn’t want them to hear.

Both brothers immediately noticed your shyness, lookedeach other in the eyes and made an unspoken promise to become friends with theshy girl that called herself ‘Lena’.And in Fred’s opinion it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

The brothers kept to their promise and rather quicklybecame good friends of yours, if not best friends.Fred didn’t really mind your shyness, he actually grew to like it, no, love itmore and more. It was something completely the opposite to what he had knownhis entire life. The Weasleys weren’t shy people and their friends weren’teither.Having you around was the kind of change Fred needed and liked.

He also made you come out of your comfort zone butstill respected your introverted characteristic in every way possible. Hewanted you to feel okay with everything you did and would do in the future.

When The Quidditch World Cup arrived the Weasleysinvited you to come with them, as they appreciated you as a family friend justlike Harry and Hermione.When the others were out, buying scarfs and hats for their preferred team youstayed in the tent. Outside it was too crowded for your liking. You wrote alittle story, read a few pages in your favourite book and drew a littlecartoony version of the lovely ginger family you were staying with.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed your pencil and paper outof your sight.

“What do we have here ay?” Fred asked confidentlywhilst keeping the drawing high up in the air out of your reach.“Nothing Freddie, please give it back!” you desperately yelled whilst jumpingup and down in front of him to take the sheet of paper back. Your cheeksflushed red as his eyes looked at your little doodle.But he didn’t show anything other than amazement. You stopped jumping at thesight of him.“You’re talented, love”, he told you whilst keeping his gaze on the drawing. Heloved it.It looked cute, funny,… but not complete.“Something’s missing” he said whilst taking the pencil between his fingers.You looked up at him with confusion plastered all over your features. Fredstarted moving the pencil against the sheet as you kept staring at his face.The tip of his tongue gently slid over his bottom lip as he concentrated.

When he finally turned the drawing towards you, youcould see a small person standing with the family. A girl stood right betweenthe twins, hugging the one that was meant to be Fred.He even drew blushing cheeks, indicating the shyness of the cartoony girl.

You looked up at Fred after fully taking in hiscreation.“I think the doodle looks better this way”, he whispered still as confident asalways.

“Come on, the others are waiting for us at the stands.”

As he went outside you hurried up to him, taking hishand in yours.Surprised at your touch, he smiled, gave you a kiss on the top of your head andlead you towards the quidditch field, tightly holding your hand as well.

Fred was glad he had made that one promise with hisbrother, that one day at The Great Lake.

I loved writing this one for some reason. Hope you like it, love!

#ask #ship #answered #fred weasley #lenanullings-x

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kawaiiphancake · 7 years

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~taggy thing yay~

I was tagged by the lovely @latte-howell tysm beannn 💕💕 Rules: always post the rules, do all 11 questions by the tagger, write 11 of your own questions, and tag 11 people to answer said questions!  1. Do you play any video games? I'm not a huge gamer, i watch youtubers play games instead hah, but my favourite game is Undertale. I found out about it from dnp, but it's just got such good details, plot lines and characters ahhh!! i love playing the different routes and exploring the world. toby fox is a genius :)) 2. Have you ever met anyone relatively famous or well known? The most famous person i have ever met is Martyn, also known as phil's brother, and he was super lovely!! i love his accent oml. i mean, i didn't expect to see him so i got jumpscared and was super awkward but our photo together with my friend @smol-anime-phan133 is something I'll treasure forever, even if i look like a potato haha. 3. What is your favorite thing about Summer? Not the beaches, tanning or holidays, my favourite thing about Summer is, along with it, comes a huge break from school yaaaay!!!! 4. What is your aesthetic? Fairy lights will always be my weakness. drape them along a wall or in a wedding tent and i will s c r e a m 5. Favourite Song right now? AhhHHh this is always changing ?? one song i'll always adore is forest by twenty one pilots, but the one im really loving right now is drown by Tyler Joseph, especially the edited version that has rain in the background it's v calming for me. it's not my favourite song ever, but it is my recommendation rn :)) 6. Favourite Dan and Phil video? Man, these questions are getting harder and harder !! umm... im gonna list a couple bc i cannot choose. for Dan's videos ive always loved his "psycho thoughts" for some reason and all the reasons why Dan's a fail, they're just so relatable hah. as well as all the internet support groups...and the fetus videos like Pom bear massacre and AmazingDan... AHH SO MANY !! For phil, idk why but I've always laughed at "LOST AT THE MALL ;-;" and any other story time or casual video he's done, like when he took quizzes about himself and explained how his plants have all died. idk why that one was so funny, actually. he literally just makes me smile at anything, that little bean why ??? as for both of them, all the ditl's, baking videos, dan vs phil's or Tumblr tags and pinofs are the best, just to name a few bc seriously i love them all so much. the more i think about this the more i add so im just goNNA STOP SORRY 7. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning? Go back to sleep and procrastinate moving at all haha 8. Do you enjoy coffee or tea? I'm a tea kinda gal. give me green tea, iced tea, raspberry tea or peppermint, literally any tea i will savour it like my life depends on it, and im not even British lol !! 9. Favourite flower? Hmmm i don't really have a single favourite as it depends on the mood / occasion to which i'd pick. a simple flower i like are daisies, a fancy flower i like are carnations and roses whilst cherry blossoms are pretty good for overall aestheticness. 10. What is something that always makes you smile? Apart from dnp, watching twenty one pilots interviews / crack vids always make me laugh, i love tyler and josh so much and honestly they make me so happy, no matter what. especially Taco Bell saga, that's an instant mood booster. so thanks to them hah (also reading this back i realised most people would say something cheesy like my family / significant other / friends make me smile, but literally tøp was the first thing i thought of im sorry y'all make me smile too, tøp just is an escape from reality, y'know?) 11. What is the last thing you spent money on? I went to an arcade type thing and spent money on playing games and messing around in the PhotoBooth ahah. i mean, it wasn't a lot but it was something :)) Well there you go, there's my messy and indecisive answers for ya! My questions are: 1. Do you talk to yourself? 2. Favourite dog breed? 3. Recent YouTuber obsession? 4. Waffles, pancakes or bagels? 5. Favourite current fashion trend? 6. If you were a YouTuber (or are one!) what style vids would you (or do you) make? 7. What time did you wake up this morning? 8. Describe someone in your life that's important to you. 9. Thoughts on feminism ?? 10. Are you an introvert, extrovert or ambivert? 11. If you could meet 10 celebrities/idols in your lifetime, who would they be and why? Lastly, I tag: @philipandviolets @opinionated-internet @tru-oddball @starrystrangeplanet @poppyseedphan @this-is-not-a-forever-home @huphilpuffs @pepperminthowell @heck-yeah-fandoms @fandom-expert @phantastically-over-life (don't feel obliged to) and anyone else who wants to do it, it's fun :))

#tags yay

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