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i am so thankful for you all and the amount of love i have gotten on this site. first i wanna recognize the nets i am in that have helped me make wonderful friends…

//aesthetic dnp net, my besties//  * @artistphil @fringepov @dangoghs @atworkdangermen @cyxical @warmestdan @flowerphilled @sharkdan @roseyboys @burlesquephan *

//musicphannies net// *@starlightlester @howell-antics @thisguydan @flosculushowell @determinedphil @woodland-lester @craft-on-phan @colorlester @lestersoup @sprinklelester @gleephaniel @radienthowell @flowerphilled*

//floral dnp net// *@anthinum @thisguydan @artistphil @averagesunflower @rosemarydan @dangoghs @cloverphan @trashcandan @starryhtml @blueskyplum*

now onto my other favorites on this hellsite <3

#-D

/ @09daniiel @2k17rebrand @2k17rebranding @amazedhowell @aestheitcly @articulatehowell @artistphil @atworkdangermen@agastopiaphan @agapelester@aforeverhome @angeloriginal @agapelester @acurlyphil @adorablehowell @astronautdan @alienphil @awoohowell @bumbledan  @bambidan @birdphil@birbhowell @believerphil @bloomhowell @bulbasaurphil @blissdaniel @borkdan @bluephl @boncasphan @casualbants @cuddlesphan @curlydans @clingylester @creatiivity @clodlester @cappuccinohowell @cappuccinophil@cringe-attacks @crescendohowell @cafephan @cyxical @cleverlester @danisthirsty @danielpov @donthavetobebrave @doinganap @dan-howells @danscornflakes @dandyphil @dandromedas @dinofhtml @daintyhowell @dailybooth @daintilydan @danjlester @danisnotoffice @dadinof @dayphil @danlands @dannyhowell @dollhowell @deepspacehowell @dantlers @dantea @dawniel @dangoghs@dimpley @dogdnp @dangelical @daffophils @dantithesis @danschode @dansucc @dhpl @danlster @doddleaxolotl /

E-L

/ @effervescenthowell @endearingphil @fondan @fringepov @frecklie @frecklednp @forestphl @feministdan @frecklieboy @flashlightlester @flowersphil @frecklydan @fuckinlester @furryphil @forgetfullittleguy @fringegaps @flusteredhowell @fcknghowell @goincrazyfast @goddesslester @gothicphil @golddustphan @glowinghowell @gloaminghowell @glomplester @galaxydnp @graycetm @httpsoftdan @huphilpuffs @hcwll @howelluna @htmlditl @hwlloo @heccphil @howellinc @hazyphil @hobbithair @heckdan @heartdnp @howelloddle @hydratedhowell @howltrs @imeaniguessso @iridescentlester @illmakeuhowell @illogicaldan @internetfathers @interstellarphil @japhanz @jilliancares @kindhowell @kissdjh @kissmyphan @kickthednp @leftsharklester @leftfringe @lattehowell @lestersdog @lesterp @lesterally @lesterial @lolzr @longtrainislong @lcssamazingphil @lstered @lstcr @librarylester @lavaorigin @litraleehowell /

M-R

/ @manchesterz @marigoldbub @manchesterditl @michaelphillester @miraculoushowlter @mildlylester @miloisqueer @moonlitdan @moanhowell @macaronidan @moondaniel @meteorphil @moonshjne @nerdphan @nyellointernet @nymphdan @nasa-howell @orchidan @ominousdan @phillester @philester @pearlphil @plntboyphil @philsona @punklester @phlanetary @planetarylester @phanable @pacificlester @phanhallows @phiru @phillp @phloridas @psychophannie @pepperminthowell @philiplesty @phiww @philversusdan @philop @pityhowell @phancastle @philledwithlove @prettydan @princessdan @phansterdam @pjlester @phjlstr @phanwhom @philfreckles @phtl @paradisedan @phillybop @qanhowell @roseyboys@ratinof @rawtenstall @ripdan @rainbowhowell @rebloggingphan @rebranielhowell @radianthowell @rosegoldan @rosemarydan @rosehowell @rosesdh @royaltydan /

S-W

/ @starlighthowell @somberdan @scowlhowell @sharkdan @softestdan @softrebrand @springphil @sleepyphan @shibes-howell @sunflowerphilip @serenehowell @saltwaterphil @spacekiddan @stopitphan @sadimples @sexualfantasiessweatshirt @springphil @softestdanny @sleeplessphilip @starrylester @spottedhowell @spacenerdphil @sunpml @spiritedawaydjh @softphil @sadboysjumper @skyphil @softdan @starlightlester @suspicioushowell @starinorbit @snugglyhowell @the30s @tourofmybrain @tragedyphan @tealeaveslester @trashcandan @theaterkidlester @theanomex @tabjnof @unofficialdan @valentinephil @vloggery @wiinnie @whatthehecklizzie @writerdan @writerlester /

this took me 85 years to finish bc i didnt want to miss anyone but if i missed u please dont be afraid to tell me !! ily all

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Tusen takk for alt, SKAM. 

2015-2017

SKAM isn’t a fandom I ever thought I would find myself in. As a 23 year old from the United States, a “teen drama” from Norway wasn’t even on my radar. It was suggested to me by someone who thought it may help with my Norwegian studies and I fell in love immediately.

Not only did the show cover an amazing array of subjects in a (generally) amazing way, it led me to some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.

@evaks Jasmine. Du vakre norske solsikke. Jeg er så utrolig glad at denne tv-serien introduserte meg til deg. Du er så morsom, og vakker, og talentfull, og jeg elsker deg så mye! Besøk meg snart! <3 <3 <3

@isaksredscarf Gael. My beautiful wife. I’m so glad this show led me to you. You’re such an incredibly strong human being and I love talking to you. Maybe one day I’ll get to hear that beautiful fairy voice in person. Love you my dear!

And lastly, to my gc, the Honkegruppe.  @coffeeshoptarjei @tarjeisgiggle @tarjayandhonk @evenns @kissmysas @project-look-after-even @princevaltersen @henrikholmz @kardemohn @bashfulisak @skamly  I feel like I’m forgetting one of you so please call me out if I do…I am trying to remember everyone’s urls..Anyway you are a beautiful group of ladies and I’m glad to be a part of this ridiculous mess of a groupchat. I love all my honklings!

Again, thank you SKAM. And thank you to everyone who helped make this experience a beautiful one. I’m not going anywhere, and I hope none of you do either.

Alt er love. Vi er ikke alene. 

20K Follow forever!!

Thank you guys for helping me reach 20K followers :]. To celebrate this achievement, I organized a giveway! BUT I’ll also make a follow forever cuz I’m just in the mood for one, okay? So don’t judge me

You guys are the sweetest people I’ve met on Tumblr. Thanks for taking time to talk to me, liking & reblogging my stuff. It really makes me happy to see your names pop up on my notifications and seeing your posts on my feed. I hope everyone will have a blast of a summer vacation!

faves are bold & blogs similar to mine are in italics

#: @170ml // @666pastel // @98taes // 

A: @aestudier // @allaboutbluestuff // @alpacasso // @angelpink // @angelswithbows // @aokirai // @azu-nyaan // @aesthetically-soft // @artemistudying // @alpacaaffair // @allpinkyandcutestuff // @acadmia //

B: @babypinkedits// @beautymylove // @bloomphan // @blue–hun // @bluebell-bubbles @bubble-snowflakes // @blurrypastel // @blushingbabypink // @bunnybeing // @blessmykokoro // @bunzykin // @blue-hime //

C: @cakefawn // @candeefloss // @cassiopae // @chocopurin // @chxrrvblxssxm // @colouredpink // @celestial-moonshine // @cutesy-langblr// @cozy-lovelyness // @captain-kawaii //

D: @dahyuunie // @deleted-pink // @dreamylace // @dreamymilktea // @doriimer // @d0eface

E: @ellsi // @enflorescence // @eo-nni // @electrail // @eviance // @enchantella

F: @f-ai-ry // @falloutbarbie // @fawnsprince // @fhlyless // @flawisth // @floraest // @flordecarioca // @freehly // @fuwaprince // @foolscapify // @fairyflossed-bunnymilk // @fawning //  @fragile-faeries

G: @gorogoroiu // @glamkitty // @gatostudies

H: @hakunabangtan // @heartpoints // @hei0e // @himchan // @honeysake // @hunny-boney // @hyokko // @hellopastelplush // @hush-hush-little-heart // @ha-roro

I: @icuteinpink // @ileftmyheartintokyo // @illicitblue // @ilovepinacoladassss// @intergalactiic // @ichthyosis // @itslikeibelong

J: @jennalynne // @jiseu // @jj-inhong //

K: @k-to-the-pop // @katanajjeon // @kawaiipinklatte // @kawaiiqueen218 // @kazemizu // @kiyumie // @koinu // @korealookbook // @koreanvocab // @kpopmyface // @kumotta-yume // @kawaiipabbit // @kaana-chan // @kotoriia // @kawaii-mandy // @kawaii-miunicorn // @ketchupduck //  

L: @lapidaisy // @lazy-gudetama // @lightblueskies // @lipstickelle // @lynpale// @lilac-aesthetic // @literallyjustpink // @llcsky // @lilxlovelyxprincess // @littlebunnybigheart // @lonely-pink-rose // @love-and-logic // @lazy-gudetama​ //  

M: @mafuki // @maidtea // @marshchello // @marshmalllovv // @marshmallowkisu // @meowthiesaurus // @milky-fuku // @milkysugarytea // @minniekawaiidesu // @mitsukax // @myglitterkitty // @melktandje // @malnedott // @moon–train // @mado-kaa //

N: @namstea // @novice-heartbreaker //

O: @oikawaii // @orishi // @overwhelmedpeach // @overlord-satan // @omagicalgirlo //

P: @p-i-n-k-i-c-h-i-g-o // @pantsugunshot // @parisfashionn // @pastel-blaster// @pastel-celeste // @pastel-jewel // @pastelgalleria // @pastel-ponies // @pastelprince-ess // @pastelog // @pastellyblue // @pastelunnie //  @pastel-ros3 // @peachkimchi // @peachkiss // @peachnroses // @pinkacidicroses // @pinklilies // @pinkiebffs// @pinkpossibly // @pinkprincessblossom // @pinksoftie // @pinku-lust // @pinkuqueen // @planet-pastels // @pretty-macaron // @prettypandaeyes // @princesapositivity // @princess–little–space // @princess-fuwafuwa // @princess-in-recovery // @princess-of-positivity // @pinkkawaiidiy // @plummu // @pink-succubi // @pinkiemarshmallow // @positivepastel // @pinklette // @pastel-cutie // @pinkstars // @pastel-pink-hime // @pinkdeers // @pink-kappukeki // @pyokku // @pinkprincesskittenmittens // @planet-pastels // @pink-cryptid // @pinksoftie //

Q: @quiet-and-peace // @oilait //

R: @rapmonphile // @recovery-equals-happiness // @roseliza // @rosetokki // @roseglitteryluna // @reifaun // @rosie-pastels // @roseteakitten @rosenpink //

S: @sad-pastel // @sailormercury358 // @sakurapetal-s // @sheisrecovering // @shoujoprincessu // @significantlyy //  @silverbbunny // @sodaiiro // @softieblu// @soft-rimbaud // @springgette // @starrybud // @strive-for-da-best // @sweetheartsandgumdrops // @sweetsoflolita // @simple-mochi // @softieblu // @softkorilakkuma // @srnile // @starrybud // @supportiveghost // @sugarlia // @sweet-x-princess // @sarahnghae // @smallmints // @stigmatisierung // @sweet-pink-miracle // @simply-believe // @studyblr // @serendiphty // @sparkly-rose // @softestjpg // @springlcaves // @sterndu // @sweetheartsandgumdrops // @strive-for-da-best  //

T: @taehyung-universe // @tamago-da // @tea-frenzy // @thatflowergirl // @the-girlygeek // @thegirlwhocriedhelemtboy // @thepinksquad // @tsuinchocoreto // @tokkilust // @theunlovabledoll // @thepinksquad

U: @ultrapaleaesthetic // @ukiiyo-e // @usagifactory

V: @visualkei-lover // @vera-studies // @vanillamochiprincess

W: @wasabi-duck // @whiteminimal // @windy-feeling //

X: @xcigaro // @xq-u-e-e-nx // @xdaichii //

Y: @yuripink //

anonymous asked:

Um can you do a Tomco, Daemon Soulmate au? Where the Daemons have the names of their humans Soulmate somewhere on them?

Sure I can! I like this idea, because most of my writing has been demons OPPOSED to being involved with humans. So this was a fun change of pace! I actually think you might have sent this before, but I must have accidentally lost it in the shuffle of things! I’m sorry! I have a lot of blogs so it’s easy to get mixed up. Sorry for the wait and enjoy!


“One day each of you will meet your human.” Holly spoke. “Your human to love, your human to protect, and your human to defend. It’s a demons job to fight for them. They’re weaker, they’re fragile, but they are the most amazing creatures in this universe.” She continued. “Each one is different, there isn’t a single human exactly like the next. That’s why they must be defended. A demon is disposable, we can create a new one of any of you from the flames. But once your human is gone… it’s forever.” She finished.

Tom watched the woman speak with wide eyes. She then turned to the room full of cubs and snapped her fingers. In a burst of red flames, a weapon appeared in front of each demon. Each weapon was different, and Tom felt like he already knew how to use his, even though it was a new oe than how he’d been training for years. “Today we will be practicing simple self defense techniques. After all, you can’t protect your human if you are dead.” Holly explained. The cubs nodded and scrambled to their feet, lifting their weapons. Holly clapped her hands and they began to spar in the organized way she taught previously.

Tom lifted up his double-sided axe and started the repeating motion of blocking his partner’s attacks. It got dull after about twenty runs.

Tom kept fighting until he stopped to look at something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw a dragonfly buzzing around in circles around the dojo. He looked at it with wide eyes and saw it peacefully rest on a rock.

His daydream was interrupted when he was knocked off his feet. “Janna, cut it out!” Tom snapped. His friend stopped and Tom pointed. “Look.” His friend looked up at the dragonfly on the rock and got curious.

“How did it get down here, aren’t those from Earth?” She asked in a hushed tone. Tom nodded. They went closer until it flew away.

“Did you see how pretty it was?” Tom asked. He smiled and propped himself up on a rock. “All those colors… things from Earth are amazing! I hear when you look up you see the sky, not just rock. And there’s grass like you see on tv.” Tom continued. “But even better, our human is up there!” Tom got a dreamy look on his face.

“Yeah maybe YOUR human is, but MY human is off on a daring adventure!” Janna boasted. Tom’s eyes grew wider.

“You met Star?” He asked, looking at the name tattooed across Janna’s chest, the right side over he heart. Janna blushed and fell back.

“Well… no but… I’m sure she rules! And she;s probably doing something awesome in another dimension! She’s too cool for Earth! I just know it!” Janna jumped on her heels. “Where do you think your soulmate is?” Janna asked. Tom pulled his knees up to his chest.

“I’d know if I had one…” He mumbled.

“You have one, EVERYBODY has one!” Janna exclaimed.

“Janna! I don’t have a name anywhere on my body!” Tom cried out. “Trust me! I’ve checked!” He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and she laughed. “I’m serious… it’s just… not there.” He sighed and kicked a rock.

“Maybe your soulmate doesn’t have a name.” Janna shrugged. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Everybody has a name, Janna.” Tom huffed. “I don’t have a soulmate because nobody…” Tom cut himself off and Janna put arm arm around his shoulder. She knew he was about to say nobody could love him. The teasing when they were just little kids hurt his feelings, but after years of seeing everyone else fall in love and find their human… it just got to him.

“Maybe one day a name will appear. Who knows? My demon mom’s soulmate’s name appeared on her when she was four.” Janna continued.

“Because your human mom is four years younger! She wasn’t born at the same time!” Tom exclaimed. “I’m fifteen, we both know that’s too long.” He reminded Janna. “So unless my soulmate doesn’t have a name… I’m unlovable.”

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Marco looked in the mirror, standing backwards, same as every morning. He had his hair pulled back and he was looking at the writing expertly hidden behind his hairline behind his right ear. “What are you doing?” Star asked, coming into the room.

“My hair grows back and it covers up my soulmates name.” Marco pouted.

“Just get an undercut again, you looked cute with it.” Sar complimented. Marco beamed at his best friend and nodded. He let his hair back down and sighed. “What’s the matter?” Star asked, scooting closer. Marco shrugged and played with his thumbs.

“I just feel like… aren’t our demons supposed to find us?” He asked. “You always say how you feel Janna thinking about you and you feel her looking but… All I know about my demon is his name is Tom.” Marco explained. “It’s like he’s not even searching, sometimes when I think of him I just get sad, like he’s sad about the thought of me.” Marco continued.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Star gave him a hug. “Your soulmate is probably crazy about you! And he’s sad because he can’t find you.” Star tried. Marco sighed and nodded. He put his hand back up and rubbed the name tattooed in the most obscure spot.

“Don’t demons have horns?” Marco asked. Star shrugged.

“Some of them, why?” She asked.

“Well soulmates names are tattooed in the same place for both person.” Marco remembered. “So if mine is here, then so is Tom’s. But if Tom has horns, he’d never be able to see the name, even if he shaved his hair it would still be blocked by his horns.” Marco continued. “And he wouldn’t have a reason to shave his head if he didn’t know, so nobody else would see it.” Marco explained.

“What are you getting at?” Star asked.

“Do you think he knows I’m his soulmate? Do you think he knows I exist?” Marco asked. “Think about it, if you never saw a name, you would just think you have no soul mate, maybe that’s why he won’t find me! He thinks I’m not here!” Marco shot up. “Star! I need to find him!” He cried.

“What? But the demons are the warriors, they find us… right?” She asked.

“Well I can’t just be a damsel in distress my whole life, because my knight won’t come for me if he doesn’t know I’m real.” Marco explained, grabbing his hoodie and making his way to the door.

“But we’re humans. The demons rescue us.” Star recalled everything they told her in school.

“Well today, I’m the hero, and I’m going to save my demon.” Marco declared.

“Marco wait!” Star called. Before he left she grabbed her heart-shaped purse. “I’m going to find Janna.” She grinned. “If you break the rules, I break ‘em too! Let’s go to the underworld to fall in love!” She giggled. Marco grinned and the two kids raced out of the house.

A Flowergirl of One’s Own - Part 3/?

Parts 1 + 2 can be found HERE for AO3 (nice formatting) or HERE for TUMBLR

(Varian x) Amren x Elain

Prompt:  Modern!AU, Virgin!Flourist!Elain;

In which Amren is a wealthy horder of pretty things, and decides to buy the entirety of Elain’s flower shop, included the pretty flowers inside. Brings her to her home under the guise of wishing to employ her as her personal garden stylist, ends up shamelessly seducing her and promising her all the riches and beauty in the world.

The heatwave breaks two weeks later, the aggression draining out of the sun’s rays to leave the atmosphere pleasantly warm, stirred by a shy, romantic sort of breeze. The baked wildflowers and thriving farmland leave the air saturated with the thick, cloying smell of pollen and sweetness, so that just going outside feels like stepping into a freshly aggravated dust storm. The city is fat with scent, bloated with humidity. In short: insufferable.

It is for this very reason that Amren sweeps into Elain’s bedroom in the early morning, throws open her curtains, and announces, “We are going to the beach.” The sleeping Elain is not so appreciative of the rude awakening, pulling her covers - baby pink with rose decals sprawling across the fabric - up over her head. Amren has learned she is not so becoming in the mornings, but she has her ways of getting what she wants.

Crawling across the bed, she slips under the covers from the foot of the bed, and sneaks up upon her lover, dipping between her thighs. A hot, seeking tongue is enough to stir sleeping beauty. She giggles, and launches a pillow at her attacker. Throws off the sheets, and pulls her into a kiss. Sighs happily as deft fingers stroke her hair.

Following a delighted tumble in the bedsheets, Elain nibbles the pain au raisins brought in on a tray for her, Amren fetches a smooth, rectangular box of white, tied with a baby blue bow, and presents it to her. Within, wrapped in tissue paper, is a very revealing backless dress, blue to match the bow, all floaty skirts and waifish material, satin smooth to the touch and light as a feather. Elain strokes it fondly, frowning. “It seems a shame to waste it on the sand.”

“I’ll buy you another one, if you like,” Amren says in dismissal, leaning over and pecking her on the lips.

This attitude of blasé wealth is one that Elain is slowly adjusting to, yet she still finds a queer, sick feeling weighing heavy in her stomach whenever it arises. In the beginning, it was easy just to surrender to the idea of being taken care of, lavishing in pure decadence. Now though, they’ve been kissing and fucking and drinking for two weeks. She isn’t sure what that means.  

It’s not like she doesn’t enjoy it. When Amren leads her down to the apartment building’s garage, she is just as enchanted as when she first met this witch of a woman. Gone are the androgynous shirt and shorts of when they met, replaced today with a tight, chic white sundress. Brown leather ankle boots work miracles to give the tiny woman legs for days. But what once was all heady, reckless arousa for Elain now draws back to a growing curiosity, the instinct to learn and understand. To decipher the logic ruling this mysterious being, who might as well be from another dimension she is so foreign in her outlook to Elain.

Still, Elain is young and easily made vain; she stops pondering the complexities of human character the minute Amren presses her keys and a roofless red sports car blinks in response. “This is too much,” Elain, who has never cared about cars in her life before now, whispers, stroking her fingertips across the shiny, apple red paint job.

“Know why they seem so sexy?” Amren asks, from where she has already slipped into the cream leather driver’s seat, her tiny hands caressing the steering wheel. “They’re modelled after a woman’s womb.”

“That is the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.” Elain laughs, sliding into the seat beside her. “Only you would own a car like this.”

Saying nothing, Amren just presses her lips together and smiles in a very strange, awfully knowing way. “We have to make a stop along the way,” she says as the garage door rolls up to reveal the blue sky, streaked with lazy, half-formed cloud trails. “I thought I’d introduce you to my dog.”

“You have a dog?” She always struck Elain as more of a cat person, fiercely independent and defiant of any rules, yet at the same time she can imagine her rigorously training a compliant creature to obey her in the absolute. “What, does it have a home of its own too?”

“Something like that.” Her knowing smile has not faded. It worries Elain more than it should do.

Instead of cruising out of town, towards the coast, they delve deeper into the smog of hay fever pollen and cooling pavement, passing the cherry red tourists as they shuffle and scratch dolefully at their peeling skin. Elain spies her flower shop, now being diligently attended to by one of her lover’s loyal minions. She finds herself missing it, the endless days of aimlessly rearranging displays and charming passersby into purchasing a little something for their loved ones. It was an easier existence, and yet attractive as it seems, she cannot bring herself to return. There are still too many delights to sample and mysteries to uncover here, in the deceptive shiny perfection of cream leather seats and pretty little sundresses.

They slow and pull to a halt outside an apartment block, hemmed in by a whole street of identical buildings. Brown brick, fire escapes, and rainbow laundry give it a kind of wild life despite the generic living quarters, and from somewhere up above, an old recording of ‘St James Infirmary’ drifts out an open window across the street. Two women shriek with laughter across of it. The end effect leaves Elain feeling slightly homesick, though she has no idea why.

Beside her, Amren’s thumbs tap away at her phone, she chuckles, and then tosses it onto the backseat. She now wears a pair of jet black ray-bans, so Elain can no longer tell if she is studying her, or waiting for the dog to appear at the front door.

Her discomfort is replaced entirely by shock, however, when a man glides out of the door, leans across her, and kisses Amren squarely on the lips. He is black, with gorgeous pastel braids of white, violet, and milky blue clipped into his hair. Pastel tye-dye cropped chinos lie low-slung on his gorgeously shapely hips, and a lacey white crop-top hugs his overtly well-defined torso. He is gorgeous, painfully so, and devastatingly fashionable. As Elain watches them kiss, it hurts to look at him. Then she notices the lavender dog collar around his neck.

“He’s your dog,” she blurts in realisation, because heavens, that should have been obvious.

“Well deduced, flower,” Amren praises her warmly, petting the man’s jaw before pushing him off, ignoring him in favour of Elain as he vaults himself into the backseat. “This is Varian. He’s been mine for nearly a year now.”

“But perhaps not for much longer,” Varian teases, and dear god, even his voice is beguiling, low and velvety like dark honey. “She’s never ignored me for this long. Just what have you been doing to her, Elain?” He is smiling warmly at her, his eyes - bright blue, so bright she is certain they are contacts - silencing any sour venom she’d wanted to spit at him. Suddenly the fear and jealousy is gone. In that smile, she knows that they are not competitors, but kin. Both are at Amren’s mercy. And all too quickly, she finds she adores him.

“Seducing me, quite ruthlessly,” Amren quips, rubbing Elain’s shoulder as if she can sense the previously overwhelming insecurity. But Elain is too charmed by this fairy of a man, grinning back at him impishly.

“I don’t believe a word of it,” he says, laughing.
“She’s like a dog in heat,” Elain says in a conspiratorial whisper. Her fingers find the leather tied around neck, twisting and turning the tag with ‘Varian’ engraved upon the silver. “I like your collar.”

“As do I. That’s why I never take it off. And why I suppose I can forgive two weeks of neglect. Especially if it was because of someone as lovely as you.”

Amren seems just as surprised as Elain herself is by how much and how quickly she finds herself liking this man, and in fact she makes them drive back to stop outside her shop. She dashes in, and then returns with a crown wreathed from white and pink roses, which she places neatly atop Varian’s braids.   

They drive to the coast with the warm breeze blowing through their hair, listening to Varian’s own lofi mix, which is all music Elain has never before heard blended together, and she can’t understand a word of it, but in the heat it is oddly relaxing. She learns that Varian is a tech whizz kid and head of security at one of Amren’s top rival businesses, that they met at a business do where they were both pretending to be ‘normal’, and yet the moment they met they both sensed a certain… inclination in one another. And they’d been fucking ever since.

“Other people have also been involved from time to time,” Amren explains, when Elain asks how this ‘poly’ thing works. “Varian always knows about them. He likes the stories. Sometimes he’s joined in with them.

“She has good taste,” he supplies thoughtfully from the back.

“But he’s been the only long term playmate. Until you.”

“How long is long term?” Elain asks, because once she’d never believed this would last more than a week, but here Varian is with a year of madness under his belt.

“However long it works for the both of us. Certainly, we’ve still had to work out a few issues between us.”

“Like that time you thought it was ‘totally fine’ to invite me over without telling me about the orgy of six Royal Ballet Dancers you had over.”

“But if on the whole we’re happy, we keep seeing each other. Above all, we’re friends, and we’re honest.” She looks over at Elain. “Does that sound like something you’d be interested in trying?”

“Yes. Very much so. But… how do you stop from getting… you know, jealous?”

“Sometimes you don’t.” Varian shrugs. “But I’m not her pet because I expect her only to be with me. I like the times we spend together. I like that she has other people other than me. I trust her enough to be with other people, and to be honest with me about it and about us. And when I’m jealous, I tell her. We talk it out.” He laughs. “Must sound boring to you, but it’s really just a lot of talking and listening.”

“It sounds romantic, I think.” Elain wants someone to come back to her time and again and tell her about the people they’ve fucked, about the wonders they’ve experienced, and put on hold to return to her arms, her bed. To communicate like that. Whatever it is that these two alien people share, she wants to be a part of it. “I’d like to try, if you’ll have me.”

“Darling Flower,” Amren sighs from the wheel. “You’re already here.”


Notes:

Modern Varian is 900% Inspired by @steenzartblog who is ‘ohheysteenz’ on instagram and is magic.

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differentandstupidhuman  asked:

Sentence prompts 6 from marco to tom (fluff fluff)

Sure! I’m so happy you liked the sentence prompts!

#6: “I want to live a million years.”
“Then I want to live a million year minus one day, because I don’t ever want to live without you.”

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Marco stopped Tom and pointed to the old run down house. “Nobody has lived in there for years.” Marco started. “Nobody likes it because it’s so old and beat up. See how everythings broken?” He asked. Tom nodded.

“I think it’s nice.” He responded. Marco smiled and nodded.

“Yeah… I do too.” He leaned his head on Tom’s shoulder. “I’d like to live in a house like that one day. Really big and old. It’d be a perfect place to tell ghost stories.” He joked. Tom giggled and bent down, he picked up a rock and stood upright.

“There’s this game I used to play when I was little, you find an abandoned area– there are a lot in the underworld– and you throw a rock.” Tom started. “If you get it through a window you get to make a wish.” He explained.

“Oh don’t break a window, it’s such a nice house.” Marco told him. “Run down, but pretty.” he mused. Tom smiled.

“I throw it through an open window, promise.” Tom assured. Marco rolled his eyes and Tom threw the rock. It shattered a closed window and Marco threw the demon a look. “… Sorry?” Tom smiled sheepishly.

“Whatever, just make your wish.” Marco nudged him. Tom thought for a moment and then perked up.

“I wish I could see aliens land on earth. Like in that movie.” Tom spoke. Marco laughed at his silly wish. “What?” Tom asked. “I don’t have anything serious to wish for… I’m content with how things are now.” he blushed lightly. “So all I really want that could make this better… is some aliens.” He joked.

“Aliens won’t land on earth for like… a million years. If at all.” Marco teased back, ruffling Tom’s hair. The demon shook his away gently and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He thought for a moment and then perked up.

“Okay then, I wish I could live for a million years.” he changed his wish.

“You can’t change your wish.” Marco bopped his nose and Tom snickered.

“Can too.” He antagonized. Marco smiled and reached down to the sidewalk, he picked up a rock and closed his eyes. He threw it as hard as he could and it crashed through a window. “Woah, good throw.” Tom smiled, blushing a little at his boyfriend’s impressive move. Marco closed his eyes and made a wish. “What did you wish for?” Tom asked, as soon as Marco opened his eyes. Marco leaned against the demon again and held his waist.

“I wish to live a million year minus one day.” Marco spoke. Tom looked confused.

“Minus one day?” He asked. Marco nodded and stood on his toes to give Tom a soft kiss. The demon felt his heart flutter and his face flush red. He held onto Marco gently and pulled him close, feeling his soft hair and holding his hand tightly, as if he was afraid to let go. When marco pulled away Tom had stars in his eyes and was looking at Marco like he was everything. “Why minus one day?” Tom asked, snapping back to reality.

“Because I don’t ever want to live without you.” He whispered to the demon. Tom’s eye lit up and Marco pulled him in for another kiss, holding him gently. He slipped his hands around his waist and held his demon close. Tom’s heart was pounding out of his chest and he felt butterflies well up in his stomach. But despite being nervous, it was the most amazing moment he could have ever wished for. When he pulled away, he kept his face close and his eyes closed.

“Marco… I think I wanna change my wish again.” Tom told him. Marco smiled sweetly and tangled their fingers up with one another’s.

“Change it to what, Tommy?” He asked. Tom grinned with a bit of a mischievous look and gave Marco a kiss on the nose.

“Can’t tell you. Or else it won’t come true.” Tom teased. He the dipped Marco down and gave him one last kiss, before whispering a goodbye and vanishing, leaving Marco to stand there smiling, looking up at the old house.

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“Tom says he wants you to come home.” Star poked her head in Marco’s room. The human looked up confused. He was already in his house.

“I… am home?” He explained. He had just gotten home for his second year in college three days ago. He was happy to spend more time with Tom, but the demon had been elusive. Star shook her head and looked down at her phone, checking the text from Tom.

“No, he wants you to come home. He said for me to get you.” She told him. Marco looked confused and got up curiously, Star took his scissors and snipped open a portal. When Marco stepped through he was standing on the front porch of the old run down house that had been abandoned for longer than he’d been alive.

“What are we doing here?” He asked, he hadn’t seen this place since he was a little kid. Star opened the door and Marco was tackled in a hug and kiss by Tom, spinning him in circles. “Tom! Ah!” Marco giggled and gave the demon a kiss. “Where have you been?” He asked the demon. Tom grinned.

“Home.” he responded. Marco looked confused and Tom put his arms out. “Welcome home, Marco!” He cried. Marco fell back and small smile crept on his face.

“Wait… did you…?” He stuttered and Tom nodded. “You got this house… for us?!” Marco exclaimed. Tom nodded again and Marco rushed over to hug and kiss him as much as he possibly could. The demon laughed and Marco spun in circles. “You got a home for the two of us to live together!?” He cried out.

“We’re twenty now. Isn’t this a good time to think about that?” He asked. “I know it might be early but you always liked this house, and it’s just been getting more and more abandoned and… I told you my wish would come true!” Tom giggled.

“Your wish?” Marco asked.

“You might not remember but… when we broke the windows and made a wish… this was my wish… that’d we be together and one day I’d make you really happy… do you remember that?” Tom asked. Marco put a hand over his mouth and ran over to give him a third hug.

“Yes I do!” He giggled. “And Tom, you’ve already made me happier than I can tell you.” Marco told him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Just by being with me, you’ve made my happier than I could ever hope to begin to be.”

5

I wanted to doodle a bonus comic where Noctis uses his warping powers to dodge that stupid move Riku does when you knock him down. Y’know, when he flips up and kicks you in the face? But I just couldn’t draw it. My skills have failed me. *Not at all surprised. Hangs head in shame.*

So have this instead:

Sure! Sorry I was so confused about this! I’m a terrible reader. Sorry it gets a little angsty but I think it turned out really well. Enjoy!


Angie kissed her husband before sitting next to him, and the couple continued to do those annoyingly gross things together that left Tom confused and nauseous. “I don’t get why your parents do that stuff.” He muttered to Marco. “They’re married!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, Tom.” Marco giggled. “That’s WHY they do that stuff. They love each other.” He explained to the demon. Tom shook his head and jumped on the stool across the counter, so he could face Marco who was making a snack.

“No, no, no. If they’re married then that’s not how it works.” Tom started. Marco looked at him confused and the demon took a breath. “Well, why do people get married?” Tom asked, but before Marco could respond Tom continued. “Because their parents found somebody of an equal status who will make you look good to the public.” He explained. “It doesn’t matter how much you hate them, you gotta marry them.” He huffed.

“Tom that’s… not how marriage works here.” Marco started. Tom looked confused. “Here, you marry somebody because you love them and WANT to be with them, and they want to be with you.” He explained.

“That’s not real.” Was all Tom said. “Nobody WANTS to be with you… you just do it cause it’s what your parents tell you to do. Are you saying your parents actually love each other?” Tom asked. He seemed utterly shocked at this. Marco nodded and Tom looked over at the couple. Angie was smiling and playing with Rafael’s chest hair. Tom made a face.

“See!? That’s so odd!” He exclaimed. Marco laughed.

“Not really, their just showing affection.” He explained. “How do your parents act around each other?” Marco asked.

“When they weren’t hitting each other? They were yelling at each other. Or they spent days ignoring each other.” Tom explained bluntly. “And that’s the way it should be! If you let yourself get distracted by things like love then you’ll never get stuff done and you’ll do a bad job.” He leaned back and averted eye contact. “I learned my lesson after Star. I gotta stop feeling stuff like that.”

“Tom, you can’t just… shut off your feelings.” Marco explained. Tom nodded.

“Can too.” He insisted. “And I chose to do it just recently. When I should have done it a long time ago.” Tom crossed his arms. “A demon isn’t supposed to love or anything dumb like that. That’s human junk! I don’t even know why I fell for Star… maybe I was sick or weak but it won’t happen again.” He assured.

“You can’t say that.” Marco simply smirked. Tom growled.

“Can too!” He said again. Marco just shook his head. Tom huffed and looked back over at Angie and Rafael. “Why would you WANT something like that anyway?” Tom asked, mostly himself. Marco shrugged.

‘To make you happy.” He responded. “It’s somebody to love you unconditional, and not because they want something from you, or expect you to be more. They really truly love you for who you are, just… as is.” Marco started. “And when you hear them tell you that they love you… you believe them. No matter how many times you mess up or how insecure you feel, when they say they love you, you trust them.” Marco continued.

Tom stared at the floor for a long time. He tried to put on a scowl. “N-nobody’s ever said that to me!” He defended. He was trying to make it sound snappy, like “who needs it?”. But when he spoke it just sounded sad. Marco looked at the demon for a moment, Tom kept looking over at Marco’s parents, with a confused expression.

“Nobody has ever told you they love you?” Marco asked. Tom rolled his eyes.

“No! Who needs to hear such a meaningless phrase anyway? It’s like, three words don’t make a difference in the grand scheme of things.” Tom kept trying to twist the situation to make it sound like Marco was the lost one. “And besides! What if they did? Then I would just let myself get happy, and-and love somebody only to have them get taken away? I can’t marry who I choose, so why bother falling in love? I’m just going to end up marrying somebody my dad picks out.” Tom sighed and slumped down in his seat. He looked over at Angie and Rafael one more time and thought for a long moment. “How come my parents weren’t like that?” He asked.

“You just answered your own question.” Marco reminded. “They didn’t love each other.”

“Yeah but… they didn’t even act.” Tom explained.

“It’s hard to act everyday. It’s painful.” Marco sat down across from Tom. “But they shouldn’t have suffered.” He added.

“But you just said it’s painful. How can they not suffer if it’s painful?” Tom asked.

“There’s a big difference between pain and suffering.” Marco began. “Pain is something everybody feels a lot, because there’s a lot of stuff in life that’s painful. But suffering is something you choose to do.” Marco told him. Tom looked up and let that repeat in his head for a while. Finally the demon stood up and walked into the living room.

“Um, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz?” Tom asked. The couple looked up. “I just wanna say you’re both really cute together and I’m gonna have what you have one day, and that’s my choice.”