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anonymous asked:

Game: Uh Bacon?



Dominus looks up from his book to see who this ‘he’ is brother is referring to. He quickly bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. It’s harder than it seems, given the scene before him.

Minimus, hands on his hips, glares up at the transom window like it has somehow offended him greatly. The light of early dawn filters into their humble home through the windows installed above the front door, casting a warm and soft glow.

Except, every now and then, the head of a hatchling pops up and the baby dragon scrabbles at the glass, interrupting the stream of light by in its attempts to get inside.

It seems Rodimus is still dead set in reentering the cottage. No matter how many times he falls off from the narrow ledge of the transom - a soft ‘whump’ and unhappy cry signalling this occurrence - Rodimus continues to scrabble up and press his head against the glass as if it’ll move for him before he loses his grip and the cycle begins again.

Its an impressive and rather cute display from the baby dragon. Not that he’ll say it aloud, of course. A mere glance at his brother’s expression is all he needs to know about what his beloved sibling thinks of the little Nyonian’s antics.

“By Scales of Primus! Looks at all those scratches he’s leaving on the windows.” Minimus runs a hand over his head if only to try and quell that headache that threatens to bother him. “Does he not know when to quit?”

“He must smell your cooking,” Dominus says in reply with a smile, doing his best to lighten his brother’s mood. “It looks like it isn’t only Ambulon or our friend down the path who appreciates your culinary skills.”

Minimus huffs and turns his attention back to said cooking, trying his best to not look flattered by the idea someone would go to such great lengths to have some of his bacon strips.

Dominus spends another minute or two observing Rodimus’ attempts to enter their home through the impossible entrance. He makes a point to wave if he sees those brilliant blue eyes peer in his direction, his heart warming up when he sees the wings twitch and flutter in joy.

When it seems like Rodimus has given up when he doesn’t climb up again, Dominus returns to his book and jots down the important observation he made:

Dragons, like any good creature, is attracted by the wonders that is bacon.

The hatchling from the pride of Prime attempted to enter our residence upon smelling my brother’s cooking. It seems he has tuckered himself out because he’s no longer trying to


Dominos pretends he didn’t hear his brother shriek in favour of trying to not drop his book in shock, the sound of breaking glass ringing in his poor ears.

It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath, a hand pressed against his chest out of instinct more than anything else. He orders himself to not run, to not curl up in a ball and expect a blow or worse. He’s no longer in the capital, no longer in the game of thrones and crowns. Ge and his beloved brother are safe here in the woods of dragons and fire, exiled or not.

Gathering his courage after he gathers his wits, Dominus looks towards the source of the racket with fear in his eyes and fear gives way to confusion and confusion gives way to amusement and amusement gives way to joy and this is the part where he’s unable to hold this round of laughter.

Rich and deep peals fills the silent room for the scene before him is both absurd and wonderful:

The transom and the transom window itself has been demolished, evident by the pieces of glass and splintered window panes that still hang forlornly around the edges. The cool breeze of the morning enters their home along with the light with the sounds of nature now much louder thanks to the spontaneous renovation to the door.

And on the ground, surrounded by broken pieces of wood and glass and more evidence of his wanton destruction, is little Rodimus. He who looks pleased as punch by his actions now that he’s in the house. He stretches himself out in a languid and lazy manner, his healing wings unfurling just a bit to reveal dazzling gold and brilliant red, before he makes his way over to Minimus’ side.

Minimus, for his part, is taking this well enough. He’s only placed his head in his hands so far. “Why are you like this, Rodimus. Why?

Rodimus merely chirps an innocent chirp and rubs himself against the clerk.

( a wip fic where the ambus brothers, dominus and minimus, live in the drakein woodlands where dragons roam free and even the exiled and the disgraced can find a home. it is here that their lives are changed forever, following their fateful decision to save a hatchling from certain death. hic sunt dracones, )

Prettier When You’re Broken: Part 3 [Darkiplier x Reader]

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A/N: Welp. This chapter turned into a mess. I mean, it was always gonna be a hot mess from the start, but it went unexpected directions. I think it turned out better for it, though. At first I wasn’t even going to have this as part of the main ‘storyline’ (implying I ever had a story or plan in mind to start with, hah), since it was just an excuse for make-outs. But I like that through this thoroughly ridiculous incident Dark actually ended up kind of  coming to respect the reader character a little more. That’s good progression. Right? >>

Content warnings: surprisingly, not many in this chapter. Alcohol use, but that’s about it. This chapter was more my self-indulgent excuse to throw a few kisses in there. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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anonymous asked:

Hello darling Tortoise, I just wanted your opinion on somethin' and maybe some phrases if ya have time an' feel like it. Here, I read some fic with "nesting skeletons" and find the idea real cute. What do ya think ? Would any skelly can be like that, if yes, which ? And under what conditions ?

Oh, no.  I’ve read quite a few fics where the skeles nest during their heats, and I usually back out when I reach that point–with one exception@nihilismpastry wrote a skele nesting one with Axe, and I could get behind that just because he was so out of his mind.  Nesting’s creepy to me, but that said, I could probably see the Horrortale brothers partaking in it out of some baser extinct that’s been ignited from their struggle to survive.  

You know what kind of Undertale nesting I can really get behind, though?  Nesting dolls.  

Title:  Exactly Where We Belong

Author:  Robin Hood (kjack89)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4,816

Chapters: 1/1

Tags: Rafael Barba/Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr.,  Rafael Barba, Olivia Benson, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, Alternate Universe - Grey’s Anatomy Fusion, Alternate Universe - Hospital Doctors & Physicians, Canonical Minor Character Death, One Night Stands, Developing Relationship, Blood, Brain Surgery

Summary:  Carisi wasn’t sure what he expected from his first day as a surgical resident at Stabler-Voight University Hospital, but it definitely was not supposed to go like this.

Comments: Sonny just wants to start his new job, unfortunately the surgeon he is assisting happens to be the man he woke up next to that morning. Well characterized, light hearted fun.

coffeesugarcream  asked:

*sees h/c prompts* *squeaks* MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME! what about Thesival +3 OR Phina and Percival +2?

First of all, a big thank you to @ladyoftheshrimp for beta reading this mini-monster and for the wonderful idea! Without you it wouldn’t be a coffee shop!AU—well, maybe it would be, but not with this good of an idea.

I promise you’ll vomit sugar cubes at the end. Well. Maybe.

Thesival + 3. ‘Hey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.’

This wasn’t how he had expected it to be. Dishonourably discharged after he had risked his life to save a comrade, shattering his right leg in the process. It had been a suicide mission and his superiors hadn’t agreed to it, but he had done it anyway, self-sacrificing idiot that he was. He didn’t think it a mistake, not even now, with his bad leg propped up on a pillow, sitting in his new home, a flat above a coffee shop, because he couldn’t afford anything better.

Not that it was a bad neighbourhood or a bad flat at all. But he liked it quiet and living above a coffee shop, frequented daily by teenagers and businessmen and -women alike, didn’t make for a quiet day.

The funny thing—if considered funny at all—was, that he actually craved some human interaction. But … quiet, calm interaction. He didn’t have much of that since he came back, his parents dead, his brother somewhere in the world, crawling through jungles to research endangered species. He didn’t even know if his brother knew he was back—he had tried to call him, of course he had, but not knowing where his brother was at the moment made it hard. He often had no reception where he was, sometimes for weeks, and it would be a futile attempt to try and try and try to call him. Maybe he would try again in a week or two. But then he didn’t want to burden his brother with his problems, so maybe he wouldn’t call him at all.

Of course he could go out and meet new people instead of hanging around his lonely flat, listening to the chatter from the coffee shop through his open window. But he hated the pitiful looks he got, the apologetic glances whenever he struggled with his cane, his leg twisting the wrong way, sending agony through his body. He couldn’t stand it. It felt like he wasn’t capable of anything anymore. But just because his leg was crippled—and it was, he wasn’t going to lie to himself—didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of living on his own. He very well was, getting around well enough, even if it was straining and his leg hurt like hell at times. He lived on his own, he bought groceries, he climbed the stairs to his flat. He didn’t need help, didn’t need to burden anyone with his problems.

But it got lonely, being on his own every day. He had tried to get a job once his leg had been well enough for him to walk longer distances again. But no one wanted to hire an injured ex-soldier who had fallen into disgrace. And now he lived his life from the family fortune he and his brother had inherited. He tried to use it as sparsely as possible, knowing that his brother needed the money for his travels. And it would break both their hearts if he wasn’t able to do what he loved anymore.

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@the-fic-place Here’s some unapologetically sappy as-good-as-it’s-ever-gonna-get Uzo & Chidi fic for BROTP week. 



Uzo is five years old and it’s his first day of school and he’s not nervous at all because that would be silly. He likes people and he’s going to make lots of friends and it’s going to be great. He’s new, but that’s fine, it’s only been a month, it’s not like all the other kids are friends and don’t want to talk to him, except all the other kids are friends and don’t seem to want to talk to him.

He knows his French and Wolof aren’t that good yet, but it’s not really his fault that his parents decided to up and leave Nigeria, and he thinks he’s doing alright.

He still ends up sitting on a bench during recess, feeling very alone.

That’s when a little shadow falls over him, and he looks up to see one of the kids in class who hadn’t really been talking to anyone, now that Uzo thinks of it. The boy is staring at him with big owl eyes behind even bigger glasses.

“Hi,” Uzo tries.

The boy says, “I usually sit here. During recess.”

Uzo frowns. “Don’t you play with the other kids?”

“Not really. I just read.”

“Oh.” Uzo and the other boy stare at each other for a while before Uzo has a very smart idea.“Want to play with me?”

The other boy stares. His eyes get even wider, which seems like it should be impossible, but obviously isn’t. He says, “…I don’t know.”

It’s kind of a weird response, but Uzo breezes past it and says, “I like playing marbles, do you?”

“I guess?”

“Great! What’s your name? I’m Uzo.”

“My name’s Chidi.” It’s the first thing the other boy has said that doesn’t sound like a question. He pauses. “Hi.”

Uzo grins, and Chidi smiles back, and in that moment Uzo, in a strange way that feels like magic but is actually just the reality of genuine connection, knows that he and Chidi are going to be very good friends for a very long time.



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Dear god, sleepy intimacy makes me so very happy.

One person sleeping with their head on the other person’s lap. Getting all drowsy-snuggly when they’re too tired to see straight. Being tucked in and kissed on the forehead before they pass out. Gentle touches while they drift off. Trusting the other person to watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them while they’re out.

Just… sleepy intimacy, man.


My favorite scene from “With Good Intentions” by @anirrahn PLEASE go read and give many kudos and comments on it! :))

(Sorry if its hard to see some of the panels, there is NO way I’d post each one individually lol)


Chris is truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, to the point where sometimes I would look at him and it would kind of break my heart. He’s really vulnerable, and he’s really straightforward. He’s like primary colors. He has beautiful, big, strong emotions, and he’s really sure of them. It’s just wonderful to be around. His heart is probably golden-colored, if you could paint it. - Jenny Slate


“You can’t just sit out here in the rain, boy.”

Modern runaway AU   ✨  Chance encounters at coffee shops, Graves inviting Credence into the warmth of his home, possible dubious intentions? Who knows?
(Also feat. a lil Graves that Kai doodled that’s been along for the entire ride)
Art blog: questionartbox
[Commissions] [Ko-Fi]

my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.

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