i know you like flower crowns so

anonymous asked:

gaaaah all v ships (except.. The One.. you know The One.. The One we don't talk about) are so beautiful and healthy god bless you and this blog I'm crying. Question do the bois like flowercrowns???

we never talk about The One
and y e s !! i agree ajHSDKJHSDK !!!
thank u im so glad u enjoy it!!!

and yes the boys do very much enjoy flower crowns

Summer Solstice Celebration!

Hello my lovelies! 
Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things. 

During the Day:

  • Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
  • Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white! 
  • I’m going to be setting my citrine, clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well. 
  • For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you. 
  • Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature. 
  • There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you. 
  • Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them. 

At Night:

  • Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
  • Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art. 
  • Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday. 
  • Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
  • Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice. 
  • Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it! 
  • Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.

So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday. 

I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.

-Faye xx

I Want To Dream

“Persephone!” Hades screamed as the gate sealed behind her. The vines curled around each other, closing the opening of the underworld before his eyes once again. Hades pounded his fist on the gate willing it to open, willing it to give her back, to uncurl and let him out. For once. Just let him out, let him have one more minute with her. Just one. His knuckles split and he felt blood run down his fingers but he didn’t stop he just kept pounding at the vines. Hitting, and clawing and pushing every force of darkness in his magic at the wall. He gave everything he had, and was left with a sealed gate that laughed at him.

Knees giving out, Hades slid down the wall. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks, matting his dark curly hair to his face. His eyes stared at the vines as he curled up next to the gate, as close to her as he can get. He stayed like that for hours, days, weeks, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he could feel was how his heart was ripped open and the insides clawed out. They had taken her from him again and again and again and he couldn’t stop it, and every time his heart was ripped from his damned soul.

“I know I’m leaving tonight but can you at least smile for me.” Persephone asked. Hades gave her a faint smile. They ate their breakfast next to each other, one hand intertwined with the others under the table.  When they were finished, they walked around their underground palace for hours, just talking and laughing. The sword was always in the back of their minds, why they were differing from their usually routine, the months without the other about to occur. Their hands never untied, clutching each other every second as if they could fuse together. Never separated.

With only a few hours left they found themselves in the ballroom. Persephone looked at him and smiled, less bright than usual, but still stunning. She had flowers woven in her hair in the shape of a crown, her dark curly hair falling down her back. Black and gold thread wove across her satin dress in swirls and designs that twirled in an endless dance. Her dark skin contrasted perfectly with Hades’ pale porcelain, the result of years trapped in an underground world. His skin was leathery and tough unlike Persephone’s soft skin, like flower petals. Millennia walking through fires and dragging souls behind him had taken its toll.

“Will you dance with me?” Hades asked and held out his hand.

“Only if you give me that big genuine smile I know so well.” Persephone said. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw Hades’ roll his eyes.

“You can’t force a smile like that.”

“Well give me a nice smile and I will see if I can make it bigger.” Hades raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled his mouth into a smile. She took his hand and he spun her into his arms. Her loud laugh caressed his ears and danced behind his eyes, making him smile so hard he felt his teeth would crack.

“There it is.” She said. She took a step back from him and twirled, her dress splaying out and gliding through the air with her, and they danced.

They danced until their lungs could no longer keep up and they kicked off their shoes to some unknown part of the room. Twirling and gliding and curling around one another. Breathing each other in like they would never see the other again. There wasn’t any music, only their breaths that echoed through the room. But the music in their minds was louder than their own heartbeats in their ears. Drowning out everything except each other. Laughing and smiling they danced and Hades gave his rare smile to her and she gave her light. Her beautiful glow that vibrated through anyone that laid their eyes upon her. For hours, they danced. Hours.

“Hades.” Persephone said and her face scrunched up in pain. “Hades, it’s time. They’re coming.” He gripped her harder, refusing to let go.

“No, they don’t get to take you again. Never again.” He hissed.

“Hades.” She smiled sadly. “I love you.” He shook his head and gripped her hand, dragging her behind him as he faced the door of the ballroom. Waiting.

They slithered through the doors, tendrils of transparent smoke hidden to the eyes.

“You aren’t taking her. Not this time. Not ever.” Hades spat at them. The smoke seemed to vibrate with laughter at his words. It slithered closer, slowly over one tile and then another across the ballroom floor and pounced. Slamming into the two lovers it ripped through their forged hands and broke their grip. Locking around Persephone’s waist it pulled her across the floor and through the halls. Hades scrambled after, barely out of reach. Always just barely out of reach. Always watching them drag her away.

“I love you!” He yelled. She mouthed the words back at him, her voice hidden by the smoke. The gate was opening in front of them. Vines unlocking from their grips, slivers of sunlight shining through the opened gate. It pulled her through.

 

The servants slowly trickled out from their hiding spots, knowing better than to be seen on calling day. They brought wet rags, blankets and slices of bread and meat from the kitchen. Hades was still bloody and curled in on himself against the sealed gate. One servant took his limp hand and wiped the dried blood from it. Another washed his face as he looked upon them with dead eyes. They covered him with blankets and left the food next to him, hoping he will eat in the days to come. Just like before, they trickled away, leaving their broken king to wait for his lover to come home.



I wrote this as a final for a class and thought I should post it and see if you like it.

I recommend listening to Dream by Imagine Dragons while or before you read it. (It’s the song I had on repeat while writing this.) 

If you have ever listened to the musical Hadestown I also recommend listening to Lover’s Desire.


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Some more sparkly flower crown edits, this time of @kapitan5o 

Love you and your content so much! Keep being aesthetic goals dear! ❤️

Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.


And he’d ruined everything.


Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.


It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.


“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”


Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”




“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.


“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.


Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.


He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.

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Picking Daisies, Picking People

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Pastel!Dan/Punk!Phil

Word Count: 1100

Summary: Dan has an obsessions with flowers. Phil can’t understand it. And so, Dan plans to explain in only the best way possible. 

Author Note: Shoutout to @pantsudan for the incredibly sweet prompt

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Doing Connor’s Hair; Headcannons

requested by: anon

thank you so much! I love this idea!

shall we begin?

-Con loves playing with your hair, he’s always been intrigued

-a lot of the time he watches you when you’re getting ready, curling your hair, braiding it, etc.

-one day you glance at him in the mirror while you’re curling your hair and he’s enthralled

-you get a great idea

- ‘babeeeeeeeee.. can i try something’

- he gives you a suspicious look

‘hmm?’

‘can I do your hair? pretty please!’

- he meets your eyes in the mirror and he’s trying really hard to not give in

-you can see him fighting back a smile

- ‘pleaaaaase’

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Re-post of my Trans Fox! :D I did some edits to his face to make him less scary looking. :)

I hope you all still like him. :3

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Crown of Flowers

Plot: You’re not feeling good with yourself and Draco notices it and comes to talk to you.

Warnings: Fluffy, body issues.

Word Count: 1.003

Author’s Note: English is NOT my first language, so if there are grammatical mistakes, you can text me and I’ll correct them. In case you don’t know, (h/c) means Hair Color, (e/c) means Eye Color and (s/c) means Skin Color. Hope you all like it. (ᵔᴥᵔ)

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I sat on the grass in front of the Black Lake and took off my shoes. My feet were sore at the end of the day, but I wasn’t surprised. They carried all my weight, how could they not be sore. I sighed, running my hands through my (h/c) hair. In the last days, for some reason, I wasn’t feeling that good with myself, and I avoided mirrors like Devil avoids the cross. I felt so ugly, so fat… That thoughts were killing me, because they did not came alone. They brought other insecurities that broke me even more. One in particular was getting me out of my mind.

Why is Draco with me?

When I saw him talking to the other Slytherin girls, I started thinking that maybe he did not needed me at all. I mean, they were prettier, anyone could see that, so what did I had of spacial? Why did he picked me? What if he realizes I have nothing to offer and leave me? That questions were slowly depressing me, and making me get away from my friends and from Draco his self.

My eyes got field with tears, and I let myself fall apart, because I wasn’t strong enough to keep them from falling down my cheeks. I was so tired, I just wanted to be pretty, to be gracious like the beauxbatons girls… Truth be told, I was feeling shitty since they showed up, two years ago, but now, it was stronger.

Of course I did not wanted to feel like that, but how could I stop myself? Tears kept falling, and I sobbed. God, why am I so weak? Why can’t I love myself like a normal person? I kept asking the same questions, without finding the answers.

“Elena?” I heard a voice behind me and turned my head to see my boyfriend walking to me his tie loose on his neck, his blonde hair messed. I cleaned my cheeks as fast as I could so he wouldn’t realize I was crying, but  when he sat by my side I realized how useless it had been; his gray eyes showed how much he was worried about me, and I felt guilty for a second. This was not his fault, he shouldn’t be feeling like that. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand reaching out to my face, wiping a tear that had insisted on staying there.

“It’s nothing important, Draco. Don’t worry, please.”

“How am I suppose to not worry about you? You’re my girlfriend, I have to. Someone did something to you and you don’t want to give the person in, is that? If it was that guy from hufflepuff again, I swear I’ll beat the fuck out o…”

“Malfoy, it’s not him, ok?” I interrupted him. “It’s not anyone, it’s me.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I… I don’t want to talk about this, and I don’t know if I’m able to.”

“You know I’m not going to judge you, right? Talk to me, Elena, I want to help you. What’s the point of dating each other if we’re going to keep secrets?” His left hand held mine, his thumb pressing the ring he gave me. I knew what that meant. His left arm had the dark mark. “We promised, remember? Nothing between us.”

“I… I don’t feel good, Draco. With myself.” I whispered.

“Keep going. Talk to me, Princess.” He used my nickname to encourage me.

“I don’t like the way I look, that’s nothing else to say about it.” My eyes filled up again, and I looked down, incapable of facing my boyfriend.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He said.

“How could this possible be your fault, Draco?”

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m suppose to support you whenever you need me, but I’m just to busy with my own problems to pay attention on you.” He was mad, and I got to say, that scared me a little. “I should make you feel perfect, not worthless.”

“Malfoy, listen to me, you can’t blame yourself for what’s happening to me. I know you love me, I have the proof in your left arm, the problem is that I can’t love myself, and that’s nothing you can do to change this.”

“Will see if that’s true.” He said, pulling me closer to his chest. I could almost feel the determination on his voice.


For the next week, Draco wouldn’t leave my side. He’d walk with his arm around my waist, kiss my face and neck all the time and whisper “you’re beautiful” in my ear. During class, he would hold my hand and caress it with his thumb. In lunch time, he dragged me to an empty classroom and kissed me passionately. I confess, I enjoyed that a lot, and so did my ego.

After dinner one night, the blonde asked me to wait for him in the Common Room, even through everyone was in bed already. I did what he asked, waiting in the couch, reading to distract me. When he walked in, he had his hands behind his back, hiding something.

“Ok, what’s that Malfoy?” I asked, curious.

“I know you said this wasn’t my fault, but still I feel like I should take care of you. I love you a lot, Elena, I couldn’t leave without you, and I also know you think I’ve proved that join… You know what, but the truth is that nothing I do will never really show how much I care ‘bout you. They call me the Slyterin Prince, but you’re the real Queen of Slytherin and of my heart.” I smiled at his speech and he held out a crown of white roses. My favorite flower. “You deserve all the crowns in the world, love.”

I kissed him passionately, smiling and understanding for the first time that I did not had to be perfect in the world’s eyes if I have always been and will always be in the eyes of the one I love.

the-cup-of-teas  asked:

Hello nipuni! I drew Nalia a while back, with the blue flower crown and surrounded by flowers! If I could still have a request, it would be my Inquisitor Valora! I have 2 pictures of her on my blog! I know you get a lot of requests, but thank you for acknowledging my picture, it meant so much to me!! If you could draw her any time youre not busy, that would be awesome!! sorry this was so long! Keep up the beautiful artwork!! 💕😄

Hello, your art was beautiful!! thank you so so much again 💕 and sure!! here is a small Valora, I hope you like it!! have a nice weekend 🤗

Jessie’s Girl

Summary: Richie has feelings for someone who is off limits because they’re dating one of his best friends

Pairing: Richie x Reader (sort of)

Warnings: Swearing (It is Richie after all), bit of angst

A/N: I don’t know if I should make a part two?? This was really long I might’ve gotten ahead of myself oops. By the way, I was listening to this song when the idea came to me so hence the title!

Originally posted by edsgazebos


             Jessie is a friend, yeah I know he’s been a good friend of mine


“Quit beating yourself up about this Richie. It’s not your fault. It’s normal even!”

The boy whirled to face Beverly.

“It’s normal? Normal? Quit bullshitting me Beverly. You’re telling me it’s normal to have a crush on one of your best friends’ girlfriends?”

She was silent. “… Alright maybe it’s not normal. But if you have feelings for Y/N it’s not like you can turn them on or off!”

“I should be able to!” Richie groaned. He had went to Beverly to try to ask for help. But, news flash, it wasn’t doing anything but making his guilt worse.

“She- she always laughs at my shitty jokes and tells me when they go to far without making me feel like an idiot. She has that certain laugh she only has with me, that sounds like Eddie having a fucking asthma attack but in a good way. When we were in the Neibolt house and I saw that missing poster and started to freak, she calmed me down! And after that when we were all in that fight, she still tried talking to me even though I told her to leave me the hell alone and now I just can’t leave it alone, as much as I want to, I just… Can’t.” He was starting to ramble on now, half in panic and half in desperation and frustration.


                   But lately something’s changed that ain’t hard to define


Beverly’s eyes were wide, the cigarette she was holding dangling in her fingers as smoke drifted off of it. 

“Oh, give me one of those.” 

Wordlessly, she passed him her pack and a lighter. A few drags later, she spoke.

“You said you freaking liked her. And I’m sure you were holding things back when you were going on about her because I know you weren’t telling me everything. Especially with what you were saying. You don’t like Y/N. You love her.” 

Richie was silent, before he laughed. It was a dry, harsh, almost hysterical laugh. 

“Everything? Everything? You want me to tell you fucking everything about her Beverly? Like what huh? How whenever we’re in the park or a field or something she’s always making those dumbass flower crowns and giving them to everyone, and how her face lights up when you wear them so I do it even though it makes me look like an idiot? How she gets excited over every little thing like a dog or a squirrel or some stupid thing like that? Or how she might not like the arcade or a certain movie but she’ll go just because she doesn’t want me to be alone even though she sucks at video games or can’t look at a bloody part ‘cause it makes her sick?” Richie sucked in a breath.


                   Jessie’s got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine


Of course I know I love her! Who knows! Maybe this is something that’ll go away after a while. All those adults always say we’re still kids. This is just some kid foolish thing I’ll look back on one day and laugh to tell my grandkids. “Kids, when I was younger, I had it bad for this girl Y/N, you wouldn’t believe it.” He deepened his voice to make it sound older. “I might not even remember her name! This is just something that won’t even be relevant soon. You’ll see.”

“Please Richie!” Beverly said, exasperated. “This isn’t something that’ll fade away and you know it. I get it’s complicated with her dating someone else in the Losers Club but if you tell her she’ll understand!”

Richie exhaled smoke sharply before he threw his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, grinding his heel down to snuff it out. 

“I’ll figure something out. But one thing I’m not doing is telling her.” He said bitterly before walking away.


                                  You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl…


being part of a clintasha trio would include

Originally posted by blackinjustice

  • knowing what happened in Budapest (aka life goals)
  • breaking into some important building and doing good natured vandalism
  • matching necklaces
  • tons of inside jokes
  • like literally everything is an inside joke
  • so much sass
  • shipping clintasha
  • always training together
  • asking clint for some relationship advice
  • “just kill them”
  • “no, clint, i need a romantic advice”
  • “kill them romantically”
  • so much teasing
  • making a competition out of pretty much everything
  • them being very protective of you
  • getting matching tattoos
  • weekly movie nights
  • making flower crowns for them
  • them secretly liking it
  • triple cuddles
  • you always being in the middle
  • pulling pranks on other avengers
  • making vines 25/8
  • SMACK CAM
  • smack cam-ing everyone in tower
  • secretly adopting a puppy
  • making bird-y jokes around clint
  • having matching shirts
  • always having each other’s backs
  • “you know who is beautiful?”
  • “who?”
  • “Nat”
  • having annoyingly cute nicknames for each other
  • being the feminist trio
  • finishing each other’s sentences
  • stealing random stuff from each other
  • making fun of each other
  • “you know i didn’t mean it, right?”
  • making caramel onions for the other avengers
  • them thinking it’s a caramel apple
  • “we swear it was clint’s idea”
  • “HEY!”
  • you singing “we’re all in this together” while you’re planning something with them
  • them looking at you with disappointment in their eyes
  • so many bets
  • having a groupchat where you gossip about everyone
  • “did you see cap’s outfit yesterday? 2/10″
  • you and nat shaving clint’s eyebrow when he’s asleep
  • him actually liking the look of it
  • “i look tough”
  • messing with tony’s gadgets
  • messing with Friday
  • “Friday? do you know what porn is?”
  • always updating them on new memes
  • Meme Trashes™
  • taking care of each other
long hair!reader x sincerely three

as a person with long-ass hair, i loved coming up with these because i think they’re really accurate??? and i’m living???

evan –

-         would adore it when it was down and draped over your shoulder

-         is really good at braiding and would totally!! braid!! flowers!! into it!!

-         “you look like a forest queen!!”

-         “no, you dork!! i look like a woodland nymph!!”

-         *giggling ensues*

-         always makes/buys you flower crowns

-         he got you twelve for your birthday

-         you always let him braid it when he’s anxious because doing repetitive, mundane tasks helps him calm down

connor –

-         always. steals. your. fucking. hair ties.

-         “connor, i swear i just bought, like, 200 hair ties. where did they all go?? ”

-         *hides a shit ton of them in his end table* “uhhhh, i don’t know babe!!”

-         when he pulls his hair up into a bun, he pulls yours up too so you guys can match

-         ruffles the top of your hair a lot

-         *ruffle ruffle* “you’re adorable. i love you.”

-         “fuck you. you’re messing up my hair.”

-         he’ll pull you toward him by your hair so he can kiss you when you’re being a hard-ass and won’t come near him

jared –

-         there never is a time when he’s not pulling your hair

-         literally

-         needs your attention? *hair pull* wants to annoy you? *hair pull* wants a kiss? *hair pull* wants to cuddle? *hair pull*

-         and you can bet your ass that this kinky motherfucker always pulls on your hair when y’all are making out

-         when he’s not pulling on it, he’s brushing it so it can be ‘of the optimal texture for intense pulling’

-         can’t style it??? like??? at all???

-         he tried to braid it once and he made it so knotted that it took you three. hours. to comb it out

-         you still love him though

outline for “a playground proposal” … doubt I’ll write it but here’s what I was thinking 

  • the engagement happened in april, and craig doesn’t want tweek to panic about their marriage, and knows it needs to be soon
  • so he comes up with the perfect plan, it’ll be set us as a “end of school” picnic in may, “hosted” by token, but it’ll actually be their wedding- craig doesn’t want tweek knowing about it at all…
  • he buys them mood ring wedding bands and tricia hides them so there’s a 0% chance of tweek finding them beforehand
  • only token and jimmy know all of the details about craig’s plan (clyde can’t keep secrets)… wendy knows about it, but she’s sworn to secrecy
  • tweek was extremely excited for picnic when he heard about it (he loves late spring) and wanted to bake a cake for it… which craig thought was funny given the context 
  • it was held on a beautiful sunny saturday at stark’s pond, everyone was playing around… the gals were making daisy and dandelion flower crowns (wendy had offered to make them for the grooms), and tweek was having fun too
  • shortly after the picnic started, craig told clyde to run to his house and get stripe- and that tricia had something else for clyde to take, and then to meet him back by the willow tree… clyde was confused but went anyways 
    • when he got to craig’s house, tricia answered the door dressed in her sunday’s best, handed over stripe, the pillow, and the rings. while she went back into the kitchen to grab the basket with flower pedals she had prepped (craig had no clue about this but if she wasn’t the damn flower girl she was going to scream), clyde was trying to piece everything together 
      • it took him a thick minute but once he connected the dots he almost fell over 
  • meanwhile, tweek was now sunbathing with all of the gals, and attempting to make a flower crown himself… he was failing, miserably… so the gals gave him one of their flower crowns and decided that they should all make bouquets instead, so tweek started making his own with random wildflowers around the park 
    • red ran over and gave craig one of the crowns, who decided to wear one too, cause romance… plus since he wasn’t wearing a hat he felt weird and wanted to wear something on his head…
  • at the same time, craig was making sure everything was perfect. 
    • jimmy was going to ordain the wedding… which he was ready for…
      • he had almost forgot about the bible to make it look official and managed to snag the first book he saw on the way out of his house, which happened to be his mom’s copy of “fifty shades of grey” on the coffee table … it’ll do.  
      • token was all set to go, and had placed bluetooth speakers in the trunk of the weeping willow tree they were going to get married under, and had a playlist of light classical music ready to go… it’ll set the mood! 
      • clyde and tricia showed up and tricia got an earful from craig… but meh, she was his sister, and did bring flower pedals, so he lets her sprinkle them around the tree where tweek would see when he arrived
      • clyde was still too shocked to do anything and just got behind craig with stripe in his hands (stripe had a pillow tied to his back with the rings neatly tucked in) 
      • when everyone calmed down enough token sent a text to wendy… “ready.”
  • wendy was with tweek, still looking for flowers, when she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket… “hmm, I don’t think we’re going to find anymore… should we go find craig so you can show him?”
    • of course, tweek thought… so they started to walk around and look for craig… wendy seemed to know where she was going though, so he just followed her down by the pond
  • tweek heard the light classical music before he saw anything… “what the hell?” he started following the sound, which seemed to be coming from his and craig’s favorite weeping willow (it overlooked the pond and it felt magical) 
  • that’s when he saw craig in a matching flower crown... and jimmy to his right… holding a book out… and clyde behind him to the left, holding stripe? and token? and trixie? in a dress? what the hell was going on?
    • “craig? what’s happening?” he whispered. craig just smiled, “want to get married honey?” married… marriage… married to craig… today? now? oh jesus he wasn’t prepared for this… Wendy just lightly shoved him forward, and he walked through the willow branches with his bouquet in hand. ah, the bouquet was planned the whole time, wasn’t it?
  • jimmy cleared his throat and started the service, and while he spoke, tweek noticed a shimmer in craig’s eyes… was he crying? he’d never seen craig cry, let alone from happiness… he doesn’t think he’s ever been so flattered… he made craig cry? they were both crying from happiness… 
    • they both felt like they were on autopilot the entire time… when the vows came, they didn’t need to say anything more than “I love you”, because they knew the raw love that radiated off of them was worth a thousand words.
  • when it was time for the rings, clyde brought stripe to them… and when tweek saw the little pillow on his back he choked and cried harder… he could taste the salt from his tears in his smile
    • craig’s never felt prouder than when he slipped the mood ring band on tweek’s finger and when tweek slipped a matching one on his own finger 
  • unknown to them, since they were so absorbed in their wedding, everyone around them was practically in tears too (clyde was full on crying)
    • stan and kyle heard all of the crying from a distance away, walked up to wendy by the tree… and stan blurted “did the guinea pig die?”… wendy smacked him and called him a dumbass… kyle just groaned in dread when he realized they were getting married because this only meant that they were going to get sappier…  
  • tweek and craig barely registered when jimmy finally stuttered out “you may now kiss the husband!” and tweek grabbed craig’s head and pulled him down so fast that craig’s flower crown fell off… it was technically their first kiss but like hell they were going to let anyone know of that 
  • afterwards they had a great feast with all of the picnic food, clyde was the one to catch the bouquet, and tweek and craig had never felt so happy

anonymous asked:

This probably seems like an odd request, but if you feel like it or have time, could you draw Sebastian and Lizzy together? Hanging out, maybe Lizzy tries to put a flower in his hair or something cute like that. I know that's something my friend would love to see and your art style is so cute so. Anyways thank you so much if you do!

Hello! Would a flower crown be alright? Thank u :)

Flower Crowns

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Modern AU

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1204

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I am in a very spring mood so I tried to make it very springy! Hope you lovelies don’t mind. I honestly didn’t edit this very well so I apologize for any grammatical errors in this imagine! I hope I did okay with this request! I have a lot of fun when I get to write about poly!hamilsquad!! Thanks again for requesting! I hope all you cute beans have an amazing day or night! Love you!!

Request: Hey, can you do a poly!hamsquad x reader where its just really fluffy and cute ? - @fuckyfrickfrack


A picnic felt like the perfect way to start off spring, so that’s exactly what you and your four boyfriends decided to do. Hercules had found the perfect spot underneath an oak tree in a field of flowers. There you were scattered on a large blanket that was filled with snacks and treats.

“(Y/N), this idea for a picnic was genius!” Alex gushed at you, pecking your cheek between bites of his sandwich.

“Well, I was going to drag you boys out here whether you liked it or not.” You grinned, stretching your legs out and placing them on Lafayette’s lap.

“Toss me a grape, Laf!” Herc exclaimed, opening his mouth wide for Laf to throw a few grapes in. Somehow, Hercules managed to catch all five that were thrown at him.

“We need to start doing things like this more often.” Laf smiled, running his hand softly up and down your calves that were on his lap.

“Agreed.” You nodded, watching as Herc rested his head on Alex’s shoulder.

“Wait! Where’s John?” Alex asked, making you all perk up in panic.

“How could we have lost him?” Hercules asked in frustration, looking in every direction for a glimpse of John’s curly hair.

“Oh my god, we don’t even know how long he’s been missing!” You cried, everyone rushing to stand up and start searching for him.

“Wait! Not all of us should go out, what if he shows up while we are looking for him.” Laf explained, everyone nodding in agreement.

“NOT IT!” Herc, Alex and Laf all screamed before you had a chance to.

“I don’t want to be stuck here alone!” You protested, but they were already starting to walk away.

“Don’t worry, we won’t take that long to find him and if he turns up text us!” Alex called to behind him to where you stood.

“Why don’t we just call him before you guys go looking?” You suggested, but the three boys didn’t turn back having not heard your suggestion.

“So much for a nice picnic.” You huffed, sitting back down on the blanket that you had brought.

After scanning the area for John for a couple of minutes you got bored. Sighing in defeat, you decided to lie down and take a short nap while you waited. Hopefully, this would make time pass much faster as you waited.

Just as you were about to drift off the sleep, you heard a rustle coming from the bushes. You jerked up from where you were laying and searched for where the sound was coming from. Finding a bush that was shaking, you stood up warily to approach it.

“GUYS I HAVE DONE THE MOST INCREDIBLE THING!” John screeched, running out of the bush with lot’s of flowery things overflowing in his arms.

“John! Where have you been?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the excited boy.

“Well, I remembered seeing some pretty flowers down the path so I wanted to check them out.” John explained, setting the things in his arms gently on the blanket. “Where’d everybody go?”

“They all went to go look for you.” You said, causing John to flush red a little bit.

“I didn’t mean to make you four worry…I just had an idea about the flowers and I didn’t really think to tell any of you that I was leaving.” John said, his head dipped down in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll just text the boys that you are back.” You reassured John, pulling him into a tight hug before pulling your phone out. “Shit!”

“What?” John asked, pulling you down to sit with him on the blanket.

“I have no service.” You sighed, putting your arm around John’s shoulders and pulling him to your side.

“I’m sure they will be back soon! In the meantime, I want to present to you the reason I left.” John grinned, reaching to the pile of flowers and tree leaves.

“What did you do?” You asked, laughing as he struggled to pull a couple of flowers away from each other.

“I made us all flower crowns!” John proudly presented the neatly braided crown of flowers and leaves.

“John, those are so pretty!” You exclaimed, looking at the now separated flower crowns that were laid gently on the blanket.

“Thank you! I worked very hard. Now, this one is for you.” John smiled picking up a flower crown made of your favorite flowers and placing it gently on your head.

“I love it! And I’m sure the others will too!” You pressed a kiss to his temple as he reached for another flower crown to place on his own head.

“You know what flower crowns make me want to do?” John asked, pulling out his phone and pressing a few buttons quickly.

“What?” You tilted your head in confusion as his lips turned up into a small smirk.

“Dance!” John yelled, The Beatles beginning to blast out of his phone as he pulled you up to dance with him.

+++

Alex, Lafayette and Hercules trekked back to where you should be waiting. They were exhausted and beyond worried from not finding their boyfriend John after hours of searching. As they approached the top of the hill, they were shocked to see you and John having a dance party to The Beatles with flower crowns on your heads.

“Are you shitting me?” Alex screamed, pulling yours and John’s attention to the three men that were now approaching you. “When’d you get here? Why didn’t you let us know?”

“We had no service, so we decided to wait for you three here.” You smiled, as John bent besides you picking up the remaining flower crowns.

“Where’d you go?” Herc asked John, the worry still present in his eyes.

“Just a little bit up the trail.” John shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal.

“Don’t ever scare us like that again.” Laf said, pulling John tightly against his chest.

“If it makes up for it, while I was gone I made flower crowns!” John grinned, once again showing off the flower crowns he had made.

After placing a flower crown on each of their heads, John began to dance to the music again. He grabbed Alex’s hand to get him to join in, while you grabbed Herc’s and Laf’s. Soon enough you were all spinning each other and jumping to whatever song would blast from John’s phone. By the time the sun set, you were all exhausted and shocked by how fast the day had gone by.

“Today was perfect.” Laf sighed, leading the five of you down the path that leads to the parking lot.

“I swear, every moment we have together is perfect.” Hercules laughed, holding both yours and Alex’s hand in his.

“Let’s have a picnic next week.” Alex suggested, everyone quickly agreeing to his idea.

For the next several weeks of spring that soon turned into summer, the five of you would find a new place to have a picnic. These always insisted of flower crowns made by John and adventures that you could have never imagined. You just had to remember with these boys anything was possible. Especially when you wore John’s flower crowns.

anonymous asked:

"Stop it! It tickles" and " Take. It. Off" with platonic prinxiety or analogical?

14. “Take. It. Off”

17. “Stop it! It tickles”

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“ROMAN!”

The two sides sat on the couch in the common room froze, and watched as the side that was being called by a very angry sounding Virgil ran in.

“What did you do this time-” Logan cut himself off as he realized Roman was wearing Virgil’s hoodie.

“Why.. did you take his hoodie? More importantly, why are you wearing it?” Logan asked.

“No time to explain, nerd!” Roman yelled as he dove behind the other couch.

“I swear I’m gonna kill you, Princey!” Virgil yelled as he ran in. He stopped once he saw that Roman wasn’t there, and turned to the others. “Where is he?”

Patton sighed, and pointed to the other couch.

“Just don’t hurt him, please.”

“No promises, dad.” Virgil grumbled as he knelt on the couch, and peered over the back at Roman. “Get over here, asshole.”

Roman jumped up, and swung over the couch onto the floor.

“Let’s just talk about this, okay?” Roman pleaded as he backed away.

“No. Take. It. Off.” Virgil demanded as he backed Roman into the wall.

“Make me!” Roman yelled.

“If you insist.” Virgil said as he grabbed the hoodie, and tried to pull it off. As he did so he accidentally brushed Roman’s sides with his fingers.

Roman let out an involuntary giggle, and immediately slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress it. Virgil froze, and smirked.

“Don’t get any ideas, Virgil.” Roman warned as he held his hands up to keep Virgil at bay.

Virgil ignored him, and started tickling him mercilessly. Roman shrieked with laughter, and tried to push Virgil off to no avail.

“S-Stop it! It tickles!” Roman yelled in between laughs.

“No shit, Sherlock. That’s kinda the point.” Virgil rolled his eyes as he continued to tickle him. “You gonna give me the hoodie, or am I gonna have to do this all night?”

“F-Fine! You can have your s-stupid- ahh-h-hoodie back!” Roman yelled then finally managed to push Virgil off.

Virgil stepped back, and held his hand out. Roman glared at him as he shrugged the hoodie off his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Virgil groaned as he snatched it off the floor, and walked away to sit on the couch.

Logan and Patton exchanged a look then looked at the other two.

“So, what was all of that about?” Patton spoke up, and looked at Virgil who was putting his hoodie back on. He noticed some weird marks on his arms.

Roman groaned, and sat on the couch Patton and Logan were on.

“Emo nightmare over here wouldn’t-”

“Roman. Don’t.” Virgil cut him off.

“Oh, come on! Please let me tell them! It’s cute!” Roman begged.

“I don’t want them to know. Just like I didn’t want you to know, but you don’t know how to mind your own damn business. And no it is not “cute.” It’s embarrassing.” Virgil grumbled.

“But Virgil-”

“Now, Roman, if he doesn’t want us to know we don’t need to know. Let it go.” Patton cut him off in his stern dad voice.

“I agree. He has the right to keep certain things to himself. We only need to know if it affects his or Thomas’ well being.” Logan added on.

“Fine.” Roman huffed in defeat, and crossed his arms. A weird silence fell over them then. They stayed like that for a little while.

“I draw, and write on myself.” Virgil said so suddenly that it startled the other three.

The three exchanged a look, and didn’t say anything which made Virgil nervous.

“Uh, forget I said-”

“That’s really cool, kiddo! What do you draw?” Patton cut him off so he would know they weren’t weirded out, and wouldn’t put himself down.

Virgil smiled a little, and stood up to sit next to the others. He then pulled up his right sleeve, and showed them his arm. Little messages, and doodles of things like glasses, crowns, flowers, ties, band logos, dogs, and cats were scattered all over.

“Aw, Verge! They’re all little things that represent us! That’s so sweet!” Patton squealed as he gently grabbed his arm to observe the doodles closer.

“Y-Yeah, I uhh.. They.. um..” Virgil trailed off, not really sure how to explain his little coping mechanism to them.

“Help you cope? Provide comfort?” Logan asked as he met Virgil’s gaze. Virgil smirked, and nodded.

“Well, I agree that is quite adorable.” Logan smirked back.

“Okay, let’s not make this any sappier than it needs to be.” Virgil chuckled.

“Wait this still does not explain why you were ‘wearing’ the hoodie.” Logan said as he looked at Roman.

“He had it off, and I saw his arm so he freaked out, and tried to put it back on. I wanted to see what the doodles were so I snatched it away. I only put it on so it’d be more difficult for him to take it back.” Roman explained then looked at Virgil. “I’m sorry for doing that by the way. It was wrong of me.”

“Whatever.” Virgil shrugged, and pulled his sleeve down. “You guys were bound to see them, and get curious eventually.”

“Still. He should have been nicer about it!” Patton interjected, and gave Roman the stern dad look.

“I know, I know..” Roman said as he held his hands up in defense.”I truly am sorry.”

“Whatever. Come here.” Virgil said as he scooted closer to Roman then pulled his sleeve up, and pulled a sharpie out of his hoodie pocket.

“What are you..” Roman trailed off as he watched Virgil start writing on his arm.

Virgil smirked, and popped the cap back on once he was done.

Roman looked down to find the words “I’m kind of an asshole,” and a little doodle of a crown scrawled out on his forearm.

“Hey!” Roman chuckled, and pushed Virgil playfully.

“Consider that my revenge.” Virgil laughed, and laid his head on Patton’s shoulder.

“Ya know, you guys are pretty okay sometimes.”

~

lmao sorry for the abrupt & shitty ending i didn’t know what else to do

anyway yeah i have this really cute headcanon that Virgil secretly draws things that remind him of the other sides on himself whenever he’s especially anxious cos he finds comfort in them but doesn’t wanna admit it

borea-the-pokefan  asked:

🌸 Bakugou + Ochako (I don't know if is possible to ask for two characters, but if not please do one of your choice!) Thank you so much :) Your art is wonderful!

They gave each other flower crowns (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Uraraka was given the lily of the valley which means humility, chastity, sweetness, purity and is said to bring luck in love. It also means “the return of happiness”. I like to think Bakugou is a huge sap.

Uraraka gave Bakugou the orange roses because it reminds her of his fiery attitude but they signify passion and energy. Orange roses can also be used to express intense desire, pride and fervor. <3 

Thank you for requesting this!! Picking a flower for Bakugou was kinda hard but I think these fit him pretty well :)

Flower crowns and cigarettes

Summary: Daniel is the local priest’s son and Phil is his next door neighbour. They’ve been best friends for over a decade but one three a.m. visit from Phil changes everything.

Warnings: pastel(kinda)!dan, punk!phil, religious!dan, childhood friends, smut, dirty talking, (my failed attempt at) degradation, first kiss, grinding, cumming in boxers.

Word count: 2.5k (whoops)

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