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Sincerely, Me Reprise animatic!!!

I really hope you like it! 0: (reblogs are very very much appreciated!!)

anonymous asked:

hi i just started a svt side blog @mingyzu , can you recommend me some blogs? thank you!

SURE THING! i’d also check people’s blogrolls because it’s really easy to find blogs to follow from there! here’s mine!

but some ppl off the top of my head that you should def follow: 

@wonnhao @hanwooz @bokdeongeori @seugcheol @dokyuml @jeonheart @adorehan @minghaos @cheolshu @17dad @performanceunit @minygu @boovely @pledisboys @vitaminniedk @cafewoozi @cinnamingyu @backpackchan @brr-chuck @wonuflake @minghaon @dearhoshi @hoshistan @shua @woozifi @amemericans @jeongahn @jungahns @minghaeo @minghaou @wooziology @jeonghhan @zeungkwan @angelyoons @pabospoiler @jin-wootwoot @cheonsavage @cutescheol !!!!

anonymous asked:

Could you do a short elucien fic possibly or just a rabble really. I need more elucien in my life 😭😊

Okay I’m Struggling with writing atm so this is just sort of thrown together without editing or too much planning because that is my apparent MO atm. Also @valamerys gets credit for the Plot such as it is. I HOPE I DIDN’T BUTCHER THIS BEAUTY CLAIRE. I hope you like this <3 

Elain’s cheeks are burning. In spite of the oil she had slathered on her skin and the huge floppy sunhat (a gift from Lucien) that he had perched on top of her head before she had left, the scorching sun of the Summer Court never agrees with her delicate, pale skin. An explosion of freckles will pepper her skin tomorrow and Lucien will probably insist on kissing each and every one of them but for now she huffs as she glances into the mirror in the hallway. She looks like a tomato in a sun hat. 

Shaking her head she moves into the house, opening her mouth to call to Lucien but then- Then she stops dead. Music. There is music filling every corner of the palace. 

It’s so alien, so strange and haunting and otherworldly that Elain stops in place, as though captured in the soothing lull of the melody that floods her body, a puppet to the bars that tie strings around her limbs, holding her. The servants that pass before her seem similarly enchanted and she thinks she understands why.

 She had visited this court briefly during the war with Rhys and Morrigan while they were conducting negotiations and it had been silent, haunted. Fear clung to every inch of that quiet, an angry outburst looming around every corner, tension in every silent moment where you could hear the pounding of your own heart daring you to anger the Lord who stalked the dark halls. 

Now….The song that flows around them is not entirely happy or uplifting. It’s haunting, echoing through the wide, quiet halls as it echoes through the hollow spaces in her heart. But the simple fact of it being here, in this Court so plagued by death and fire and destruction that the act of creation, of filling it with something so clearly born of love and dedication and honest emotion, makes feeling swell in her chest. 

Hurrying down the corridor, she catches the arm of the lady of Autumn as she’s passing, “Please,” she murmurs quietly, loathe to interrupt the songs with her voice but needing to ask after her mate, “Where is Lucien?” In answer his mother only smiles, her sharp, lined face softening, the smile touching her lips filling her deep russet eyes with warmth and light. And she knows where he is. 

Elain hurries through the twisting passages of the palace she’s come to know so well since calling it her home until she stops outside the room. It’s a small former study in the quiet wing of the castle where they have their bedroom. 

When the piano had been discovered in a darker part of the castle, a relic of Lucien’s childhood that his mother had managed to hide and save from his father’s wrath after his leaving the court, he had reacted to it in a way she had never expected. His mother had brought him down into the bowels of the castle to show it to him. He had gone perfectly still when first seeing it, staring at it, both eyes wide, and the sudden, pounding longing that had crashed into her from their bond had staggered her. 

Elain had kept quiet however as he had slowly walked forwards, approaching it. He had run his hands over every inch of the smooth, polished wood. He had walked all around it, taking in every inch of it. Then he had slowly, tenderly, as though touching something infinitely precious, lifted the lid to reveal the dusty keys. He had run his long, delicate fingers over them, that longing aching through the bond becoming even more intense as the little clouds of dust had risen from the piano, welcoming him home. 

He hadn’t pressed any of the keys down to have it make music, however. Abruptly, without any warning, startling Elain, he had turned and moved back towards the door without a word. His mother had gently caught him by the arm, telling him softly it was still in tune, that she had had it well cared for all these years. He had stiffly thanked her but told her that he wasn’t that person anymore, he wasn’t sure how to be that person anymore, and left them standing there in the quiet. 

Lucien’s mother had been content to let him stew and not press him on the issue. But Elain had felt Lucien’s longing caving in her chest herself and hadn’t been willing to give up on him so easily. She had sweetly had the servants move the piano upstairs, placing it in one of the older studies near their rooms. It was small and quaint and rarely used, with a large, empty space in the centre of the room that just so happened to fit the instrument perfectly. 

Lucien had been more than a little shocked to find the piano in there when she had absently asked if he would mind fetching the book she’d left there while reading but hadn’t commented on it. He had only handed her her book and settled down beside her. Elain had found continuous excuses over the past few weeks to have him go into that room, fetching her things, finding things of his she had ‘accidentally’ left in there. It also wasn’t her fault that the room was just perfect for doing her embroidery in at night, either. 

She had hoped that the temptation would prove too much for her mate but she hadn’t thought it would happen so quickly…And in all of her wild imaginings about him playing again and rediscovering this part of himself he so clearly ached for, she had never dreamed he could play like this

Elain slips quietly into the room behind Lucien, careful not to disturb him. His back is to her and he doesn’t seem to notice her presence as his fingers fly across the keys, his body rocking in gentle time to the music. The emotion that had been clogging her chest rises to form a hard lump in her throat as she watches him, opens the bond and lets herself feel what he does, the exhilaration, the intensity, the sheer joy that comes to him from playing again. 

The song fades, Lucien’s hands playing simple, repetitive notes and melodies, just to keep some sound in the room, clearly unable to bear letting it go quiet. Elain takes that as her cue to approach, settling herself down on the small bench beside her mate. 

She isn’t surprised that tears flow silently down her cheeks. Nor is she surprised to see them mirrored on Lucien’s face when he turns to look at her. Reaching out she tenderly brushes them away with the tips of her fingers, then cups his face in her hands and draws him in to kiss her. 

“Thank you,” Lucien rasps onto her lips, and he doesn’t have to say more for her to understand. She smiles at him and he smiles back until she leans in and tenderly kisses it from his lips. 

Then she settles down against him, nudging him through the bond and resting her head on his shoulder she closes her eyes and lets the music that flows from his fingers fill the room and the bond that glows and burns between them with his joy. 

anonymous asked:

There's an app called puzzle and dragons and they're currently doing a voltron collab so there's galra dungeons to beat and you can get the paladins on your attack team. I downloaded it yesterday and I can't stop playing it. Help -voltmeter anon

(p.s. @ puzzle and dragons pls sponsor this blog lmfao cool thx bye)

hey um anyway is anyone kind of put off by the sudden hostile attitude towards dennys like yeah if there are problems w their corporation im not gonna say they shouldnt be criticized but have yu considered: 

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my part of the art trade with @b-rrsir!!!!

Burr needs more love :U

aight time for some fanart-

still kinda obsessed over @setheverman but ey ill get over it

love your work, man! ;v; <333