its tiny looking at it now

3

“Things have changed.”

3

Rejoice! ‘Tis the Loki of Spring here to bless you with his bushy beard and smol size!

you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

  • leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them
  • warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.
  • notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 
  • people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.
  • a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.
  • roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living
  • families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.
  • abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago
  • moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time

Castiel is staring again.

It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.

Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.

“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.

Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”

“The osculation residual.”

“The what?”

Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”

“Nobody kissed me.”

“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”

Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”

“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”

No way.

“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”

Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.

He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.

Visualisation

Visualisation is incredibly useful in witchcraft as it is the base of energy work. From this, you can do all kinds of practices.

You can use visualisation for meditation, astral travel, sending energy into objects and many other things. These will all be covered in the future.

So, how do I start?

Here’s a basic exercise for you to practice. It’s very simple and many of you will probably be able to pick it up easily if you’ve already done visualition techniques!

1.  You’ll need a very quiet area where you’ll be comfortable. Even lying in bed and putting white noise in your headphones is useful. Get rid of all distractions, put your phone on silent etc.

2.  Close your eyes and empty your mind. Your mind might feel like a blank sheet of paper, and you’re going to create something in there.

3.  Picture an apple, any old apple. Zoom in and see its shape,  it’s colour. Does it have leaves, more than one colour? Look at every tiny detail of the apple you’ve created.

4.  Next, take a knife and cut this apple in half. Focus on the detail inside:  the colour, how many seeds there are etc. The more detail, the better.

5.  Now you use your senses. What the apple feels like, smells like. Bite into it and taste it. You’re using visualisation to not only see the apple but understand everything about it.

From this, you’re able to visualise and interact with objects in your mind. Practice often with anything you like!

Some Tiny Rick with Morty WITH SWEATERS.

I saw a photo of them in sweaters and I was like, sign me tf up-
LOOK AT THE SHY LITTLE BAB <3 All flustered from holding Morty’s hand ;v;


I honestly want more of Tiny Rick and Morty together, and Tiny Rick actually wanting to stay in the body becauses it’s the only way he can be with him without getting shit for it

alright kids gather round for a lesson from your favorite tumblr art teacher on the difference between “animation style” and “sexist character design”

I know this comparison has been done to death but thats because its a good one so let’s look at some Ghibli couples

this, my friends, is an example of an animation style. yes, all the women have pretty much the same craniofacial structure. but look at who also does: the men!!!

now, here are some examples of animation that certainly has distinct style, but is still guilty of sexist character design

how can I tell, you ask? let’s break it down.

1. all lead Disney women fit into the exact same big-eyed tiny-nosed heart-shaped craniofacial structure

2. all the lead Disney men don;t

there all done its that simple

in case this is still not making sense for some of you I have created a fun visual guide to help

thanks for reading & have a great day

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.3

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

Word Count: 5,997

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4



I can’t believe I’m doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister ‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you, to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…

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Stages of Avoidance
  • Denial: Heck yes, I can do this thing. I got this.
  • Anger: Why did I say I can do this thing?? I know I'm a piece of shit and won't do the thing! And now people expect me to do the thing and I won't because I'm awful!
  • Bargaining: Look, self. I know it's hard. But if you do this thing, stuff's gonna be good for you. If you just do this one. tiny. thing, good stuff's gonna happen.
  • Depression: I never do any of the things that I'm supposed to and that's why my whole life is a mess and nothing's ever going to get better and I'm worthless.
  • Acceptance: Yeah I'm not gonna do the thing might as well watch some funny videos.
Deep Sea mermaids

Alrighty; its been quite a while since I’ve made a post, but here’s one anyways.

So, I have a bad habit of Astral Traveling when I’m in the middle of class; I don’t know how, but hey, it happens. Anywho, a few days ago I went “deep-sea fishing” I guess, and ended up in who knows where at the bottom of the ocean. There I met a cool boy; his name is “A”, and being the nosy little butt I am, I knew that I would likely never run into anybody as pretty as this boy again, so I jumped on the chance to ask him as much about his species as I could.

He was nice; really smooth and pleasant voice; you could fall asleep to this thing, it was like a lullaby when he spoke. Hit record and I’d be out.

Anyways, his species, a type of deep sea merfolk. I drew out some pictures as to what he looked at as more of a guide for you guys to see what I mean.

He had this kind of Opal-escent like skin; it reflected at the smallest amount of light; again, he was beautiful I swear. His ears were kind of like fins in a sense, apparently they doubled as sonar receptors; meaning he could pick up deep sea chatter. His eyes though were real cool. There are two kinds of eyes that he said that he had.

The first was one that he used when he went into shallower water or to the surface (I really don’t think he goes up there a lot tbh).  Like us, hes able to see in bright light; go figure. But here’s the cool part.

Now when he goes back down, in the dark, a sort of second eye lid covers his eyes. Apparently it acts as a protector for them if hes ever attacked, but it also allows him to see in the dark better than if he didn’t have that kind of skin on. It acted like an eye patch; you know, how a pirate would cover one eye so that if hes ever fighting, he could uncover the eye and see in the dark if he were to go from a sunny place to a dark place; kinda like that.

So I bet you’re asking whats up with his neck, so, he has skin obviously; but from below his jawline; to part of his upper chest he has some thin scales. They for a kind of upside down triangle, and from what he told me, it glows in the dark when hes looking for a mate. And beneath that, he had some large gills. Now there we would have our lungs obviously, but he has the large gill covers that are in threes. It reminded me of a shark, but apparently they’re different.

Now to his back. It has 6 fins; that generate electricity. They’re sort of rounded, but also have small spines where they connect to the back. They can also pick up vibrations in the water since they’re so sensitive, and they act as tiny propellers in a way.

His fins were white; sorry about the image its a bit big; but if you zoom in you can see my little notes. Ok, so from below the stomach and organs and such, I don’t know why you can only see his bones but that’s apparently how it works, you have this little transparent spot on his fin. It ends about halfway through, but it glows in the dark so that they can see on the sea floor. In a sense I guess its like how jellyfish down there generate their bio-luminescence or something. A’s fins were rounded, not split, so he was a strong swimmer, but kind of slow. They looked flat but pretty strong, but still a fish fin, not like a Ray or anything. His large fin was white too; so he was just this white fish boy who never saw light lol.

In the dark this is how it looked.

He was pretty cool; and seemed friendly enough. Again, the prettiest boy I’ve ever met, so if you ever decide to go down there, try to find one of them. Although, I don’t think all of them would be as friendly as he, so still be careful; some things down there will scare the living daylights out of you.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a dragon age inquisition romanced companions reacting to holding their child with the inquisitor for the first time? This account is probably my favorite on tumblr 😂

Mod Katalyna has returned from being AWOL to bring you her aesthetic: Parents of the Inquisition!(I wasn’t AWOL on purpose, I’m sorry! Life happened.)

Josephine: She’s an utter wreck, her hair a mess, her clothes in disarray, tears streaming down her face, her entire carefully contrived appearance ruined. Yet she’s completely still, only the tears that continuously fall down her face moving as she stares with almost childlike wonder down at her own child. This baby the most precious treasure she’s ever handled, worth more than her entire family’s fortune, and she knows that she’d give up everything she has to make sure this child, her child, is safe and happy. She looks up at her lover to hope that they share her awe at this little being that is now theirs.

Solas: He’s stunned for long moments, no racing thoughts or brilliant plans or anything at all going through his mind. There is nothing but the tiny bundle in his arms, half his, half his lover’s, all its own entity. Finally, a thought crystalizes: if anything in this world is real, it’s this child, my child. Eyes that reflect his own stare up at him, as if the little babe is thinking the same thing. And he knows in that instant that this child is worth risking everything for, even his duty.

Cullen: He holds his baby as if one wrong move could make it shatter, and his lover laughs as they rearrange his hands into a more natural position. But they don’t understand; this child is everything. With his first glimpse, Cullen was lost. This family is his and no one will ever threaten it. And he needs so badly to be a good father to his child, their child. He would give this baby the moons if that was what it took.

Sera: She holds the baby like an old pro but blinks down at the bundle in her arms as if she has no idea what it is. For long moments, she and the baby simply stare at each other, trying to figure each other out. Suddenly, Sera grins, then laughs. “I am gonna teach you the very best pranks, yeah?” she informs the child. Nefarious plots involving Cullen’s training dummy are already hatching. Yet even as she plans mischief, she holds the child, now hers, closer to her chest, protectively. Nobody ever messes with what’s hers.

Dorian: “Well, I, uh… How lovely,” he finally manages to say after holding the child awkwardly for a few long moments. He’s not really sure about this. It’s… it’s a baby. It’s messy and loud and awkward and helpless. Yet then the child giggles and reached stubby little arms out to him, and he’s lost. He knows he has lots of long, messy, loud, awkward, helpless nights ahead of him. But at least his amatus will be there so neither of them will ever get too overwhelmed. They’ll figure it out together.

Blackwall: He’s already got two dozen toys made by the time he holds his child for the first time. He’s prepared to battle the whole world for his baby. He’s done everything he can to be ready, but he’s still completely overwhelmed when he feels the little bundle of life in his arms for the first time. He cries happy tears when the baby pulls on his beard and pulls the other half of his family close by his side, needing to share this moment. Nothing could have ever prepared him for this.

Cassandra: She’s crying and laughing and her warrior persona has completely dissolved into the soft romantic her lover always knew was under her armor. She’s trying to sing through her tears and mostly failing, but she’s gently rocking her child and already promising it all the love she can give. She has her doubts about her abilities as a mother, but she’s going to give it everything she’s got, and her lover will be right there with her through it all. It’s all a little too perfect to believe, but she doesn’t care. It’s hers.

Iron Bull: Whoa, okay, weird. This is weird. He’d never actually thought he’d be raising a kid. If he did have any kids, he’d never have spent any time with them or even really knew about them if he hadn’t become Tal-Vashoth. And he really can’t regret that decision now, with a little bundle way too small for his big arms nestled against his chest. It’s weird but it’s also weirdly right. And he likes the idea of teaching his kid to slay dragons even as he protects them from the world- and the world from them. This could be good, and he knows his kadan will be there for every moment, and that makes it perfect.

Bonus! Because I know we have Krem fans:

Krem: Well, he’d decided to take it all in stride, but the second he laid eyes on his baby he knew that wasn’t an option anymore. Then he held the little squirming bundle and he realized he simultaneously knew exactly what to do and knew nothing at all. He was going to protect this little kid with everything in him, and he was going to hope his lover could help with the rest, because, shit, what do you even do with a kid? He held his child and rocked them gently and he knew he’d figure it all out somehow. Together with his lover, they’d figure it out.

propr-procrastination  asked:

How did you make your icon?

alternative title: i am broke and am too afraid to torrent

1. i use canva.com to create my icon art !! it’s free (yay webapps!!) n easy to navigate !! u have to sign up before using it,,, so go do that first

2. figure out a color scheme!! here are some resources for inspiration (x x). (lazy hint: pastels/muted tones generally make pretty foolproof color combinations)

3. find a subject! google images is your best friend. for the banner of this tutorial i chose a kikki k planner (here’s my reference image) and simplified it a bit. note that anything with uncommon shapes will be a bit more difficult to do based on canva’s relatively small shape selection. (ex: things like notebooks are easy to do in canva because they’re rectangular, but,,,,,say,,,, a starbucks cup might be a little harder because it’s a unique shape)

4. go to canva and click “custom dimensions” !! i generally have my icons around 400x400 px but it’s up to you! just make sure the length and width are equal 

5. click on “background” > “document colors”. pick a background color from ur color scheme,, note that if you have a darker background you might want to have a lighter subject to create contrast and vice versa 

6. click on “elements” > “shapes”. if you chose a rectangular subject like i did, then this should be rly simple – just pick the square and tweak it following the rough proportions of ur reference image. you can change the color of the shape by clicking it and selecting the square top left icon in the little toolbar that pops up !! 

if you chose something a bit more complicated, like a pen, then use a combination of the shapes available and layer them on one another to form the shape. (ex: if i chose a basic pencil, then i might use the rectangle shape as the base of the pencil and the triangle as the point.) there’s no polygon tool or anything close to it in canva, so this is rly not a good time,, but alas. feel free to msg me if u need help !! 

7. great great u got the base of ur subject down !! add a back shadow behind it! do this by selecting the shape(s) you just made and copying them !! select the copy and change its color. to access the color panel, select the new shape(s) and click on the little colored square in the top left corner. 

now,, what color do we make the shadow? 

in these icons, i make my shadow hue by copying the background color (go to “document colors” to find the bg color of the doc) and decreasing the original background’s brightness enough to make the subject “pop”. then, select your shadow and click “arrange” > “back”. now, offset the shadow– i generally just move it a tiny bit down and to the left of my subject. you’ll know when it looks right when the subject appears to have some depth.

8. add details to your subject !! here, you want to add anything on the surface of your subject !! some examples of things i have added to various subjects on this step are brand labels on stationery, lines on paper, buttons on a calculator,,, etc. play w it a bit !! 

9. (optional) add a shine to your icon or object! go to “elements” > “shapes”. i generally have my shape cut across the center of the object/icon at a diagonal, so the triangle or circle are usually the best to use for this !! select whichever u choose and change its color to white. then, change its transparency by clicking on the upper-right checkered button. i usually choose a transparency anywhere between 10% and 30% !!

10. save!

i hope that was helpful !! feel free to shoot me an ask/msg if u have any questions ♡

Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

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Rainy Weather Friend - Rowaelin

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for ages, but I just didn’t think it was anything special. But I had a crap and need something to make me smile. So if you’ve also had a crap day, I hope this little bit of pointless silliness make you smile too.


Aelin walked through the streets of Orynth with the hood of her cloak pulled up against the light but steady rain that was falling. She had visited her favourite sweet shop in the city and it had not been raining when she left and Aelin was assured the rain would hold out for a few more hours. She had said as much to Rowan when he expressed his thoughts on the matter. 

He had been right, of course.

Aelin pulled her cloak tighter around her and she cringed thinking about his smug face when she returned to the castle soaking wet. It was while thinking of ways to retaliate against his smugness that Aelin heard a soft squeaking. A soft distressed squeaking. Or rather mewling. 

Following where her ears led her, Aelin ended up in some random alley. And there, caught under the deluge of a drainpipe and surrounded by a deep puddle, was a little kitten. Body flat against the cobblestone the poor thing looked miserable. Tucking her sweets under her arm Aelin approached it talking softly. 

“How’d you get into this mess you tiny thing?” 

Aelin asked as she reached out and pulled the kitten out from under the water. She then gave it a quick rub down with her cloak and sending a soft wave of warmth over it to dry its fur before setting it down. 

“There you are. Now run home to mother.” 

Thinking her duty down Aelin started walking back the way she had come, only to have her fae ears pick up on a soft padding following after her. She turned and the kitten halted. It really was a tiny thing, with splotches of orange, black and grey over its white body. Aelin cocked her head to the side and the kitten followed the action. 

No. 

Aelin did not need a kitten. She had Fleetfoot and Lysandra spent enough time in her ghost leopard form to fill any need she may have felt to acquire a feline companion. Aelin turned and walked a little faster only to hear running, splashing paw steps and a tiny squeak of a meow following her. Stopping again Aelin waited to see what would happen. Soon she was greeted by a little kitten walking over her boots. 

With a sigh Aelin picked the kitten up and tucked it into her cloak and she could feel it purring against her body. 

~~~~~

“Well, you look utterly miserable,” Rowan said smugly. 

“Yes, Buzzard you were right.” Aelin grumbled in reply. 

“Pardon Fireheart? I don’t think I heard you,” Rowan said as he made to grab Aelin as she passed only to have Aelin ducked away from him. 

“Careful, Prince,” Aelin said with a smile, “gloating gets you nowhere. Now, I’m going to change.” 

“Shall I join you?” Rowan asked with a glint in his eye. 

Aelin made a contemplative face before saying, “No I don’t think so.” 

Before Rowan could retort Aelin took off to their chambers at a run, getting the head start she needed to close the door and lock it before Rowan could follow her in. At his firm knocking Aelin only laughed and dropped her box of sweets on the chest at the end of the bed before taking herself and the kitten through to the bathing room. 

After a good soak in the bath Aelin dried herself. The kitten, who she had decided to call Mollie, had played around the bathroom as Aelin bathed. Aelin even used some soap to blow some bubbles for it to chase. The little runt was too cute for its own good. Donning a soft robe Aelin exited the bathing room and slipped the kitten into the deep pocket at her chest. The kitten was tiny enough, or perhaps the pocket big enough, that Mollie disappeared entirely from view. Aelin then grabbed a book from the bookshelf, opened the window a little, and deposited herself on the bed and waited. 

A few minutes later Rowan flew in through the window in his hawk form and landed on the footboard of the bed. 

“Hello pretty bird,”Aelin said and Rowan screeched. “Stay in your hawk form a little longer. I always forget how pretty your feathers are.” 

Rowan let out a huff and ruffled his feathers, but he obliged. 

Aelin’s smile grew. “Turn around for me, you handsome feathered thing.” 

There was definite annoyance in Rowan’s eyes as he again complied with his wife’s wishes. Once he was entirely turned around Aelin eased Mollie silently out of her pocket. At the sight of the bird at the end of the bed the kitten’s eyes grew wide as did Aelin’s smile. 

“Stretch you wings out Rowan. I want to see the colours in them,” Aelin said, trying to hide the amusement in her voice.

Aelin watched in delight as Mollie stalked forward as Rowan shifted his wings. Just a few moments longer. Just a few moments is all Aelin needed. Mollie’s tail was twitching and her body wiggling. Just as Rowan went to turn around in question Mollie pounced and Rowan let out a surprised squawk before taking flight and shifting. 

“What the hell Aelin?” Rowan said and his eyes fell upon the kitten on the bed. Aelin couldn’t answer. She was laughing hard on the bed, clutching her stomach with one hand and wiping tears away with the other. 

~~~~~

Within a week Mollie was sleeping with Fleetfoot in her bed and following either the dog or the Queen around. At times she could be found riding on Aelin’s shoulder as she moved about the castle. Although Rowan would never admit it he had taken a liking to the kitten. 

But all his pretence was broken when Aelin and Aedion happened upon him one day, lying on the floor in the library, one of his own feathers tied to a string, playing with Mollie. He laughed and gushed when she made a particularly good jump. But it was the tone of his voice that had Aelin and Aedion frozen in the door way. Aelin had never heard his voice reach such a high octave before as he spoke to Mollie as someone might a baby. When their shock subsided the cousins burst out laughing and in his own shock Rowan had shifted into hawk form and flown from the room, Mollie meowing after him.