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Lucien’s at his desk when he hears Elain call him from the foyer.

“In here, dove!” He replies, straightening papers.

Elain bursts through the door with a wide grin on her face and a smear of dirt on her chin, holding something. “Look what I found! We’re keeping him.”

She holds out her arms and in them is something moving, something with reddish fur—

“He was all alone, poor thing.”

The baby fox raises its head, nose working and big dark eyes blinking as it sniffs the air.

Lucien laughs. “Elain, angel, that’s a wild animal, I don’t think it belongs indoors.“

“But look how cute he is,” she coos, and the fox yawns contently as though to emphasize her point.

“Well, that’s trouble,” Lucien says, as Elain pets it, “I’m afraid I can’t handle competition for best-looking fox in your life.”

Elain giggles. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”

Lucien really should fight her harder on this, but if anyone can successfully domesticate a fox, it’s Elain. She’s already done it once, after all.

He rises from the desk, comes around to get a better look at the little rascal, who’s squirming in Elain’s arms. “What’s his name?”

Elain smiles. “Lucien Junior. Because he’s just like you.”

“Because he’s a handsome redhead?”

“No,” Elain says blissfully, extending a finger to the fox, who gnaws harmlessly at it. “Because he likes to bite me.”

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Why do you guys have to find a website to know what to tell your girl? Just speak from your heart. I guarantee you she will find it more amazing, and it will leave her speechless and breathless. Girls like to hear what’s in your heart. They want to know that you’re always on their mind. Instead if trying to smooth talk her all the time, just do simple things for her. Like for example, send her flowers with a little note that says “Can’t wait to see you again baby girl” or send her a cute text that says “My day just got better because you just entered my mind” or just call her to say hi. Hug her, kiss her on the forehead, play with her fingers when you hold her hand, play with her hair, watch her favorite movie with her even if you think its stupid, let her wear your favorite jacket, hug her behind the waist, and just be sweet to her. If you don’t treat her like a princess then you don’t deserve to be her prince. So make sure your always treating her how she should be treated. Be a gentleman and I guarantee you, she’d rather be with a gentleman than a jerk. Always treat her right…

(hm i think since i already said a 5 i’ll go for 7)

what’s your least favorite theory or fanon?

  • you seriously want me to pick JUST 1….

  • ok uh, for one? literally every popular “fanon" thing about bismuth fucking sucks (irt: ”she’d kill all the gems!!! she’d be a big Meanie to peridot and lapis!!! she also punched a baby once its true i saw h). its like they didnt even listen to her literal lines in the ep about trying to liberate everyone and how much she fucking loves and cares about others, and it’s so fucking clear they’re repainting her as someone WORSE and more irredeemable than the fucking diamonds because shes big butch and black and the diamonds are slender and non-black coded. its so. transparent.

    i have seen more “jokey” and “cute” comics and posts about the dimaonds than i have bismuth. as in. i have never seen a cutesy joke-y comic with bismuth. ever.

simlieepixels  asked:

I LOVE YOUR LEGACY SO MUCH ITS SO CUTE ALSO CLEO'S EYEBROWS ARE MAKING ME LAUGH WITH THEIR CHANGING COLOUR (and i didn't realise this was all in caps but I'm too lazy to rewrite)

CAPS IS MY FAVORITE THING I LOVE IT IT JUST LOOKS SO EXCITING ugh tysm baby ilysm

anonymous asked:

(english isn't my native language so excuse any kind of error please) do you have a favorite out of your own fics? :) i personally loved Not a Client, it made me happy and cry at the same time, but!!!! i love them all obviously. its your writing style that makes them special in their own way. thank you for publishing your art it's truly amazing

hello!!!

is it okay for me to say my favorite fic is the one i’m currently writing? i feel like that’s such an unfair answer, but i think whatever i’m writing currently is the best thing i’ve ever written. i’ve always felt that.

all my fics are my babies, and i love them all for different reasons. for instance, when it comes to plot/idea, i would go with We Call This Death Morning and Eaten by Birds. writing style, Death of a Planet. atmosphere, Pickled Punks. subject matter, Not a Client and Pickled Punks again. relationship dynamic, Mustard.

you know what? i can’t choose. i typed all that out, and then i realized the lists would have gone on and on and on. i don’t have a favorite. they’re all my favorites. but… what i’m writing now? i like this a little bit more than the others. let’s see what happens when/if i ever post it.

thank you for your question :-)

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firstly, your url is amazing, its simple and cute and i think of jongdae every time i see it just bc of the dae at the end. i didnt even know chanyeol was your bias until you did the baby bias thing ?? skjsrkfj and you were soooo cute :( i have no baby pics of me in my home so i cant do it but thank u for tagging me!! i love how both of our favorite colors are orange,,, truly amazing i thank baekhyun every minute for telling me that this morning

honestly,,,, your aesthetic is so beautiful i feel like i could reblog all of your posts and i love scrolling through your blog its sooooo pretty! ily and i would love to talk to you more so if you ever wanna talk you can send me a message ✨

it’s dumb and kinda ugly but
pls imagine your genos dancing and singing and getting caught by sai and of course sai thinks its just so cute!!! he grabs him from behind and loves all up on him❤️

- submitted by @prince-sly-blue

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