Hello all. So it feels like it’s been forever and it kind of has been. Sorry about that. Enjoy the fluff… or whatever this is…
“This should fit.” Cosima offered Delphine a small stack of clothes. “I usually have to roll the jeans up so… some of us weren’t graced with such an awesome growth spurt.” It was a little bit of a sore spot for her. She’d stopped growing and so had Sarah. Unfortunately for them, they were now about the same height as their mother. “Some of us are doomed to live the life of garden gnomes.”
“I think your height is perfect.” Delphine took the clothes, the chill from her still wet clothes finally having gotten to her.
A little drink because honestly, who isn't thirsty?
AFD!Velvet, stepping off of a club's stage after her set, ushering for another drink from the bartender, speaking to herself:
Oh man the only way I won't look stupid and shaky on stage is if these keep coming...
AFD!Ruby, barging her way through a loud and crowded floor to stand in front of Velvet:
Velvet! Velvet! That song was amazing, you wrote it all yourself?
AFD!Velvet, looking at the young red-clad girl in confusion:
Uhhh...Yeah, wrote it all on my own. Did a lot of the music for it too. I'm sorry, but who are you again?
AFD!Ruby, awkwardly laughs and rubs the back of her head with a big smile:
Oh! Right, I'm Ruby Rose, I actually live in the apartment above yours, I guess we've never really talked personally.
AFD!Velvet, covering her face in embarrassment with one hand and putting the other on Ruby's shoulder, speaking in a quick panic:
Oh god oh god I'm soooo sorry, I should've known. I'm so sorry. I've just had a drink before every set to calm my stagefright and just. Oh goodness. Maybe they're all catching up to me.
AFD!Ruby, with a small laugh:
Hey that's fine! I can't even imagine! But hey, I really love your music! Maybe we can jam together sometime?
AFD!Velvet, letting go of Ruby, her expression turning into happy surprise:
AFD!Ruby, with a giant smile and a thumb pointed towards her own chin:
You betcha! I've been playing guitar for years, and I dabble in a few other instruments! I'm currently going to school for music! If you ever want to play just come on upstairs sometime~!
AFD!Velvet, taking her requested drink from a bartender, and then turns back to Ruby with a smile:
Hey that sounds like a blast! I'm definitely up for it, but my next set is about to start so I've gotta jump back up on stage. We'll swap numbers after the show Ruby!
AFD!Ruby, stepping back and giving a prompt wave:
Your poetry is so bad, but you're pretty so at least you have that going for you.
I’m grinning! O, I lov my poetry., I think my work is so different n important, & my hart is safe inside it. I am beautiful n confident in my beauty, as a poet, as a woman, even as a prostitute, even as a junky. I hav what nobody can teach me, & I kno I will b crown’d again in my field of white roses, gold-coated n stood on god’s throat!
you’d better believe I love the movie Amelie, you’d better believe I’m dying over Miraculous Ladybug and you’d bettER FLIPPING BELIEVE THAT this IS PROBABLY MY ALL TIME FAVE FANART/PHOTOSET TO EVER EXIST!!! SO HOLY CRAP HERE WE GO grab onto your tiddies and gET READY for this freaking series that i’m DOING
Amelie au part 1/?
special thanks to @shishitsunari for bringing this crossover to my attention. It’s been a super long time since I’ve watched Amelie and I definitely needed to watch it again because of how amazing it is. so thank you.
RexObi prompt: Dealing with the aftermath of Zygerria and/or the Rako Hardeen mess. (I can't decide, so I leave it in your very capable hands. )
Ficlet number one! I hope you like it nonny!
on his door happened around mid-day, on the second day of Obi-Wan having his
own face and voice back. (And gods, what a good feeling that was, even if he
was going to look ridiculous until his hair grew back.) It’s an actual knock; two
sharp, precise raps on the metal of the door, rather than the high-pitched buzz
of the door-chime.
out the light meditation, Obi-Wan rose from his meditation mat, straightening
his robes and reaching out into Force. The signature was immediately familiar
and sparking with barely restrained
tension. Pausing at the Obi-Wan sucked in a slow breath, steadying himself.
‘You’ve got to know this was coming,
Kenobi. You deserve everything that happens to you from here on out.’
Bracing himself, he opened the
Rex was, to Obi-Wan’s surprise,
dressed in civilian clothes rather than the armor or blacks the Jedi was used
to seeing him in. Soft brown trousers, a deep blue shirt, and heavy boots.
The lack of armor, however,
appeared to have had no effect on the man himself. Rex was standing straight
and rigid, all but at attention, his chin
raised and his face flatter than
Obi-Wan could remember having seen in a long time. He looked every inch the
soldier he was, that utter lack of emotion caused worry to swell in Obi-Wan chest.
“Rex,” Despite it all, a soft
smile tugged at Obi-Wan’s lips. He tried to ignore just how much he had missed
the other man, how much he wanted to close the space between them and just hold
“General.” Rex’s voice was almost
as flat as his expression, but Obi-Wan could tell he was holding a very tight
net of control over his own words, “I
hope I’m not interrupting? General Skywalker gave me your address.”
The Jedi shook his head. “Of
course not. Please, come in.” He stepped back, allowing the other man entrance
into his tiny home.
The door slide closed with a soft
hiss as Rex stepped through. He moved a few paces into the room before stopping
again, as ramrod straight as he had been before. Silence stretched for a few moments, and almost guiltily, Obi-Wan
allowed himself to drink in the sight.
After the fact, Obi-Wan supposed
he should not have been surprised at how quickly the man crossed over to him.
He could sense the punch coming, but did nothing to stop it as Rex’s fist
connected solidly with cheek. Obi-Wan stumbled back a few steps, hand flying to
his face despite himself.
“Well, I suppose I deserved that,”
“WHAT IN HELLS WHERE YOU
THINKING?!” Rex bellowed, striding forwards and catching Obi-Wan’s shoulders. Emotions swirled around him like a cloud; anger, hurt, the lingering remains of
grief, and a deep-set, bone-aching terror that hurt more than a punch to the
face ever could.
“We thought you were dead!” Rex’s
grip on Obi-Wan’s shoulders tightened to almost painful, but he stayed quiet
and allowed his lover to rage. “We grieved for you! We all grieved for you! Skywalker
was all but dead on his feet! The 212th was ready to go out for
blood! The only thing stopping them was Cody, and the only thing stopping him
Rex’s hands tightened more and then went slack, dropping away to hang
at his side. He stood in place for a moment, swaying slightly. Before Obi-Wan’s
eyes, his entire posture changed, and he slumped forwards in what looked far
too much like defeat for the Jedi’s
comfort. Slowly, Obi-Wan reached out, sliding his hands around Rex’s waist and
pulling him close. The clone went willingly, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan
in a vice-like grip, and he pressed his face into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck.
“We thought you were dead. I
thought you were dead.”
With a start, Obi-Wan realized
that Rex was shaking, his voice rough with emotion. Guilt surged through him,
and he pressed a careful kiss to the top of the blond man’s head before leading
him to the small couch a few feet away, never one loosening his hold.
They sank down together onto the
couch, and Rex raised his head. His eyes were still flashing with anger, but it
was joined by the same grief and terror Obi-Wan had felt earlier. Loosening his
grip on Obi-Wan, the captain brought his hands up cup Obi-Wan’s face, calloused
thumbs stroking over the Jedi’s bare cheeks almost reverently.
Obi-Wan licked his lips, leaning
into the touch he had missed like a physical ache. “I’m sorry, Rex. I’m so, so
“That’s not an answer, dammit!”
Rex snapped, but his words held less fire that before, “Tell me why Obi-Wan.”
“There was a plot. The Council
thought the best option would be to send someone in undercover. But to do that,
to establish the credit and cover-story needed, a Jedi had to die.”
“So you volunteered?!”
“Not…exactly…” Obi-Wan murmured,
dropping his eyes, “But I was the best option.”
“The best option?!”
Obi-Wan frowned down at his
hands, “Rex, Anakin and I are two of the most publically known Jedi in the
order. And it is well known how close we are. His reaction-“
When Obi-Wan looked up, Rex’s
face was unreadable.
“Did you stop and think about how this would affect
anyone? Your men? Cody? General Skywalker was…I’ve never seen him like that
before, like…” ‘Like part of his soul was gone.’
Rex leaned in, pressing his
forehead to Obi-Wan’s, fine tremors still running through his hands. “Did you think about me? Do you
know how many of us were left lost, without you?”
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. “Rex…I…”
“Shut up.” Rex blinked back tears
he had not realized were forming. “Just…Shut up.”
The kiss he pressed to Obi-Wan’s
lips was not quite gentle and more than a little desperate. Obi-Wan responded
in full, sliding a hand around the back of Rex’s neck, keeping his anchored
close to his own body. At some point, the tears began to slide freely down Rex’s
cheeks, and that only made them both hold on all the tighter.
“General Skywalker gave me a few
days leave time,” Rex murmured, some time
later, as they lay curled together, Rex’s arms around Obi-Wan’s waist, Obi-Wan
face pressed into the crook of Rex’s neck and shoulder.
“Mmm, really? I shall have to
thank him.” Obi-Wan replied, voice heavy with sleep. Then he opened his eyes
and heaved a sigh. “I suppose he is still furious with me too?” ‘Not that I
“A bit. Cody too.”
Obi-Wan sighed again, “Well, I
suppose there could be worse punishments.”
Rex snorted, “I’ll say. But
“I know I speak for all of us
when I say, I’m glad you are here and breathing for me to yell at.”
“Just don’t do it again.”
Obi-Wan squeezed his lover’s
hand. “I promise, Rex. As much as I can.”
There was a long beat of silence,
and then Rex sighed, twisting to kiss the other man. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, jagyc’cyar’ika.
Next time, at least tell me when you plan something crazy like this, so I can
Obi-Wan found he had to swallow
back a lump in his throat to respond, as he stretching up into the kiss. “I
love you too. I promise.”
Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum - I love you Jagyc’cyar’ika - Masculine for of Cyar’ika - beloved
Finding out that Rhys had known about the him and Feyre being mates for 3 FUCKING MONTHS, and had still let Feyre sleep/stay with Tamlin. And then finding out that he was willing for Feyre to marry Tamlin, even if it broke him; he only wanted her to be happy.
Silence is the most ominous sound the Doctor ever makes. On the slow walk back to his little blue box from the Naismith’s parlor, he’s utterly silent, unnaturally, and Wilf fills in the vacancy with anxious chatter because this kind of quiet, it’s like a pause between explosions–accentuated on either end by cacophony.
omg i'm getting so emotional just thinking about rose comforting the doctor when he got taken over the entity. Especially if she comes in like right before he was about to get thrown out, when his level of fear was at its highest and just imagining her stroking his sweaty, panicked face and staring into his eyes with overwhelming pity (which she hadn't felt since the events of The Stone Rose) and then Val yelling at Rose not to touch him. I can't tell if I'm more into the episode or this au atm
It was chaos as Rose touched down, stumbling slightly. “Who are you?!” She heard someone screech. “Where did you come from?!”
She whirled around to find herself facing an angry and panicking crowd, and—
He was kneeling on the floor behind them, his back to her. He didn’t even react to the sound of her voice.
“What the hell happened?” She demanded as she tried to push through the crowd, and was grabbed and held back. “No, let me go, let go!”
Everyone was talking at once, voice echoing around the small area, and for a moment Rose couldn’t focus.
“Everyone shut up!” She shouted, and for whatever reason, they all fell silent. She looked around, zeroing in on the one person who hadn’t spoken since she’d landed — a dark-skinned woman in a suit.
“What’s your name?”
The woman stared at her for a moment, stunned. “I…Neima. My name is Neima.”
“Right. Neima. That’s a nice name. Can you tell me what’s going on, Neima?”
The woman’s voice shook slightly as she explained what had happened — how the bus had broken down and the…thing had taken over Sky, imitating all of them, before apparently moving on to the Doctor.
Rose whipped around at that, looking at the Doctor, and without another thought she shoved past the crowd, throwing off the hands that tried to grab her as she moved to his side.
“Doctor!” She dropped to his side, trying to turn his head so he could look at her, but he seemed locked in that position. “Doctor, Doctor look, it’s me.” She shifted to kneel in front of him, taking his face between her hands and moving so he was in his line of vision.
“Don’t touch him!” Someone screeched. Rose ignored her.
“Look, Doctor, it’s me, I’m here, I’m going to figure out what’s going on, I’m gonna save you—”
But the woman — Sky — had begun speaking, and he was talking too, and damn if that was terrifying and creepy. Rose didn’t back off though. What was worse was the look on the Doctor’s face as he tried desperately to fight it, but he couldn’t. “Sh, it’s okay,” she assured him gently, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s okay. I’m going to figure this out. I promise—”
“Throw him out.”
Rose’s breath caught as the woman said the words — and the Doctor copied. “No!” She snarled, hopping up. She didn’t know what world they were on exactly, but she had a feeling throwing him out was bad.
And she’d be damned if she was going to let that happen.
“Get out of the way!” One of the men snapped, shoving her aside and grabbing the Doctor.
“Get rid of him,” Sky encouraged.
“Get off him!” Rose dove at the man, trying to pull him off, but he was bigger, stronger.
"Don’t!” The youngest woman shouted, looking terrified.
“Get him out!” The one who had yelled at Rose before spoke up. Rose lost her patience, kicking the big man between the legs, and he howled as he released the Doctor; the Time Lord hit the floor with a thud, and Rose knelt down next to him, trying to shield him.
“Get rid of her too!” Sky, and of course the Doctor copied. “She’s with him, she’ll try to hurt you all too!”
“No, she just got here,” the younger woman tried to argue, but a chorus of agreements (for Sky’s words) went up. And suddenly Rose was being grabbed too. Unlike the Doctor, though, she could actually fight.
“Get off, get the hell off — don’t you touch him—!”
Rose wasn’t quite sure what happened next — everyone was shouting and screaming and moving around and it was impossible to keep track — but suddenly the doors were sliding open and light was flooding the bus, and Neima was grabbing Sky, throwing herself and the other woman out of the bus. The Doctor sagged, and he and Rose were dropped to the floor as everyone tried to comprehend what had happened.
After a moment the Doctor — gasping hard — looked over at Rose.
She laughed weakly as she picked herself up, crawling over and hugging him tight.
Persephone is a lovely name but it is hollow and grand and she is neither. He calls her Rose instead, for the flowers that adorn her, for the beauty that beckons and the danger she hides next to her skin.
There was just a knock on my door, so I rose, hair stuck up everywhere, pants hanging off my butt, drool crusting on my face. I opened said door and this man had me sign for a red box and it's—I had a small warning something would come, but @mspcritterstuck, this is so amazing I can’t even say thank you enough.
I was a bit upset that I couldn’t spend tomorrow - my birthday - with my boyfriend Ashton, and some of my friends had bailed on me. Leaving me completely alone.
I got into bed hoping for a miracle. I tossed and turned for half the night trying to stop stressing.
I jumped hearing my phone buzz loudly beside me, I sighed seeing a message from my friend one that hasn’t cancelled. I opened the message;
‘Sorry Y/N I can’t come today my boyfriend wants me to come out with him.’
Great. I would be spending my birthday alone… Again.
I decided to get up since it was 8 a.m. and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I went to make myself some eggs on toast. “Would you like breakfast in bed Y/N?” I asked myself in a deep voice. “Yes thanks that would be so nice.” I replied to myself in my normal voice. I continued that for a while trying to make myself feel better.
I checked my phone seeing a message from Ashton, 'Happy Birthday Beautiful! So sad I can’t spend it with you, have a good day babe! I love you!’ I slumped onto the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. No one even cared about me.
Through my crying I heard the doorbell ring, I huffed not bothering to make myself look better. I opened the door to see three delivery men. One holding a bunch of roses, the other a teddy bear and the third a heap of balloons with Happy Birthday on them but I couldn’t see their faces. “Delivery for Y/N!” They all said, I knew the voice from anywhere… But what the hell were Calum, Luke and Michael doing here? They all lowered their things, I was right. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” They all cheered, I smiled almost attacking them with hugs. “Thanks guys.” I said wiping away my tears from before. They handed me the things which I put down on the dining table and then ran back to them. “Where’s Ash?” I asked, they all smiled and moved, lifting a box that was behind them. I heard a giggle come from inside it. The boys brought the box that clearly had my boyfriend in it, into the lounge room. As soon as they put it down I tore at the box trying to open it and when I did it just had more flowers in it. I looked down disappointed, I heard the other boys moving around the room. I jumped when a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist. “Happy Birthday beautiful.” I squealed turning around in Ashton’s arms. “Ashton!” I yelped wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I can’t believe you’re here, I love you.” I whispered against his lips. “I love you too sweetie.” Ashton whispered back, I giggled as he softly kissed my neck. “Woah, woah. Keep it PG kids.” Luke said smiling at us. Ashton and I stepped away from each other. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” Luke said hugging me. “GROUP HUG!” Michael yelled, I felt all the boys hug me. “I’m so glad you guys are here!” I said my voice muffled by their chests. “Ashton was whining too much and we heard that everyone bailed on you.” Calum said, I nodded. “Yeah but you guys are here and that’s all I want.”
“So I guess it’s a happy birthday after all?” Michael asked, I smiled nodding.
We spent the rest of the day mucking around playing stupid games, singing silly songs as maybe having too much to drink.
Even though my girlfriends had bailed on me I had my best friends and my boyfriend with me and that’s all I could ask for.