look at the little bunnies in that last one

Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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It's A Good Thing I Like You// Lip Gallagher Imagine

a/n: Lip Gallagher is just such a cutie I love him. Also, this imagine takes place in the earlier seasons were Carl and Debby are still little kids. Enjoy!

Prompt: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Tag: @teddyslupn

Lip Gallagher x reader

You stumbled down the stairs of the Gallagher house, wearing one of Lip’s old shirts and a pair of bunny slippers. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you looked around the kitchen, unsurprised to see the kitchen buzzing with activity

Fiona was folding the laundry with the quickness of a cheetah, all while filling V in on the latest gossip of her love life. Ian was leaning against the counter, trying to study last minute for an exam. Over at the table, Carl was arguing loudly with Debby. 

You plopped down into the seat next to Debby, and started to braid her hair. She sighed happily and leaned into you, happy to have an older sister figure in her life who wasn’t always busy like Fiona.

“Way to fraternize with the enemy,” Carl mumbled, glaring at you from his seat across from you. 

Laughing, you responded, “First, I don’t even think you know what fraternize means. Second, how am I the enemy?“ 

Before Carl had the chance to answer, Lip shuffled down the stairs. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he was not only shirtless but also had a bad case of bed head, which looked adorable on him. 

"Shit, I forgot, sorry guys,” he apologized to his family who were glaring at him intensely. 

And then you remembered, Lip had promised to make breakfast for that morning. However, he got a little sidetracked with you the night before… 

Lip walked over to you, kissed you on the cheek and made his way over to the fridge to start making some eggs. He smiled at you lightly, 

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said, causing you to blush. 

The rest of the Gallagher’s in the kitchen made throw up noises, Carl’s being the loudest. 

“So this is why I’m the enemy, huh?” You asked, turning your attention to the troublemaker at the table. He nodded his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact with you. 

“Well too bad, because she’ll be staying around a lot longer,” Lip called from the stove where he was cracking eggs into a pan. 

“Good!” Debby shouted, spinning around with her new braid in her hair. “I like y/n,” she said defensively to Carl, sticking her tongue out at him at the end of her sentence.

“Well I don’t dumbass, she’s interrupting my eating schedule,“ Carl responded. 

"Language!” Fiona yelled.

 As soon as the first batch of eggs were done, Lip placed a plate in front of you and Debby. You both started to dig into your breakfast as Carl watched enviously.

“That’s what you get for being a little shit to my girlfriend,“ Lip told him in his big brother voice that wasn’t uncommon for you to hear. Carl rolled his eyes, leaning across the table and scooping up some of your eggs. 

"It’s a good thing I like you, kid, or else you’d be a dead man,” you told him lightheartedly as you allowed him to eat some of your food. 

He grinned at you, eggs in his teeth, and said, “Fine, I like you too." 

After breakfast, everyone parted their seperate ways for work or school or whatever activity they had planned for the day, but you and Lip lingered back. 

As you helped him clean the kitchen, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waste. You leaned into him, and smiled when he started to kiss your neck. 

"You know, I should probably brush my teeth before we do this again, I just ate,” you laughed breathlessly as the kiss depended and he turned you around and pushed you until your back was pressed against the fridge. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I like you enough to not care about your breath,” he said, before delving back into his work on your neck. 

You sighed happily, “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

22 Times Harry Styles Was a Little Shit

In honor of his 22nd birthday and also in honor of possibly the greatest Little Shit moment (aka The Tweet to end all Tweets “feeling 22″TM) of his life.

There are literally hundreds of moments to chose from, but here are moments where Harry Styles was a little shit to those around him. I feel personally attacked,

22) Poor Gemma is the long suffering victim of much of Harry’s Little Shit-ery

21) After he added the echo of “done done” to Stockholm Syndrome and made this face because he knew everyone’s reproductive bits just burst into flames.

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Following The Colorful Paws

Title: Following the Colorful Paws

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1033

Warnings: NONE! The only thing you’ll find here is pure fluff from beginning to end

A/N: This is my fic for Elsie’s challenge ( @sleepywinchester ) <3 The “prompt” is “your URL + Easter”. Hope you all enjoy

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤


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I had a really nice time with a handful of my friends while I was out dress shopping! Some friends lived too far away, or couldn’t make it, but I hope these pictures capture the experience! 

Anastasia complimented almost every dress, bless her soul! She’s too cute. Sandy dished out some honest opinions and Aaliyah was quiet but also really supportive! I woke Queenie up too early for this (lmao sorry~) so there she is yawning. Sorry Queenie, I’ll take you out to lunch to make up for it! Annie really liked the dress covered in bows and she took so many snaps on her phone. 

Seki and Julia roasted my ass (or were they roasting my dress?) for the dress with the roses in the back. The front was not so good, and I quote from Seki, “made me look like I had sagging body rolls.” I agree though! It wasn’t the one. Julia just let out a quiet “noooooo.”

I had trouble putting on the second to last dress, so Anastasia helped me out again! What a mom-friend! I love her. And then they brought out the last dress, and oh my god, I think this is the one! It suits me perfectly! I asked them if I should text my bunni a picture, because I was soooooo excited about it, but they collectively agreed it would make for a lovely surprise at the wedding. So, sorry bunni, but you’ll have to wait a little longer! 

- Love, Suzy ♥

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“Shiver” - Kurt/Blaine

from a one-word prompt: “shiver”

Inspired by the recent weather (if you live in the northeast quarter of the States like Kurt and Blaine), here is some silly/smutty/sappy winter Fluff – in which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want.

1770 words | AO3

Kurt startles awake at the sound of the wind whipping against the bedroom window, groggily blinking his eyes open with a disgruntled little whine. He’s alone in the bed, though he distinctly remembers falling asleep with a husband-shaped heating pad in his arms. “Blaine?”

Blaine’s leaning against the windowsill next to the bed, silhouetted against the dim gray light and staring out at the heavy snow that hasn’t stopped falling on New York City since yesterday afternoon. His hair is mussed and he’s only wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. “Morning, baby.”

“It’s so early, why are you up? You know we don’t have to go anywhere today. Everything’s closed.”

“Natural alarm clock, I guess,” Blaine answers. Then he hums, pressing his hands against the windows, and says, “Gosh, the snow is so beautiful when it hasn’t been touched yet.”

“So am – I haven’t been – “ Kurt tries for a dirty joke, but he can’t even piece one together in his sleepiness. He yawns, shivering in the slight draft. “Just… come back to bed, it’s a snow day. Did years of school in the Midwest teach you nothing?”

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Preparation or last words from Luke.

“Tom have you got your phone…..Well hand it over to me. 

Tom don’t stay to long signing things and taking selfies, the awards start at 7:30 and you’re already late for press.

Tom don’t forget to do the smolder, eye fuck that camera, work that room baby.

Tom no wandering off they get nervous when you do that.

Tom I have your glasses.

and Tom before you dash off check your flies!”

Look at the Eager little bunny all bright happy and ready to go.


picture not mine but one I’ve not seen before.

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@ancientfinnishgoddess @pinkoonicorn is this the picture because only a few days ago I made this.
The tattoo expo

wordcount: 2k ish

warnings: swearing

notes: slightly rushed because I really wanted to post something. ao3 here


Luke had an attraction to tattoos. It was something about the way it seemed to bring peoples skin to life, the swirls and patterns marked into their skin giving a glimpse into the heart of the person they were a part of. Whether they were well planned out or just a spur of the moment thing, they were like an open window into a part of their life. There was an intoxicating beauty to art that someone found worthy to permanently add to their body.

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I Give Up (A BTS V/Taehyung Imagine) - Part 2

Summary: high school!AU where you and V are neighbors your whole life and you grew very strong feelings for him and then you saw him with another girl and it breaks your heart.

Characters: AU! Taehyung x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word count: 1405 

Author’s note: This is a sample for an imagine. But, you can request any scenarios you want except for smuts😄

ctto to the owner of the pic⬇⬇

Part 1

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“Taehyung!!” You exclaimed, eyes wide.

Taehyung had a very scary look on his eyes. Not the one that says, ‘you’re mine’. But, one that says, ‘you’re meant to be protected from him’ stare. You violently removed your hand from his grasp and glared at him. “Go to your girlfriend.” You said to him and turned your back. As if on queue, Jimin’s car arrived in front of you and Taehyung. You gave Taehyung one last glare and went inside Jimin’s car.

“Hey, what happened?”

You heaved a sigh and said, “Just drive.” You saw Jimin in your peripheral vision nod and finally drove away from the school. 


 ×××


 It’s been almost a week since you decided to TRY moving on from Taehyung. And to be honest, you have been making a slight progress yourself. That meaning you don’t go out of your house at the same time as him.

Also because, Jimin and you had a talk that he was going to fetch you with his car every morning until you’ve completely moved on. And that, was going to be a very long time. Unless, Taehyung’s family decided to move. So you were basically stuck.


“Mom! Where’s my lunch?!” You yelled while you were going down the stairs.


“It’s at the dining table along with your allowance for the week!” Your mom shouted back. 


You arrived down stairs and quickly went to the dining room. And yes, you were in a rush like the girl protagonist in every high school anime. You grabbed your stuff from the dining table and rushed in front of the front door where you combed your hair a little and took a deep breath before opening the door.


“Yah.” 


“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself as soon as you heard Taehyung’s voice and looked up from his chest, which is also the first thing you saw as you opened your front door, to his face. Then, you saw Jimin’s little figure behind him combing his hair back looking done with Taehyung.


“Why are you ignoring me?” He immediately asked you.


You averted your eyes to Jimin at the back who was looking worried. You gave him a reassuring look and looked back at Taehyung who was starting to drill a hole through your head with his eyes.


“Uh… No. I’m not ignoring you.” You answered.


“Oh really? Then, why aren’t you talking to me at school?” He countered.


“Cuz, I was probably not in the mood. Duhhh. Not every girl is head over heels for you Tae.” You retorted and walked pass him to Jimin before he, again, held your wrist and whispered something in your ear.


“Don’t even think about replacing me with Jimin.”


He let go of your wrist and you looked at his face where a smirk is now plastered all over his handsome features. You averted your gaze and walked towards Jimin and the both of you went inside his car.


“What did he say?” Jimin asked halfway through your drive to school.


“As usual, he was being very weird. But, this time he’s really done it.” You answered looking out the window.


“Dude, I asked you WHAT he said. Not, something else.” He commented.


“He said to not even think about replacing him with you.” You said your voice dying down.


“Did he mean like as a best friend or as a lover?” 


Your eyes widened and you looked at Jimin as if he was out of his mind.


“What?! No! He’s too oblivious about my feelings for him!!” You exclaimed.


“Well, someone’s been reading the dictionary.” He mumbled and you gave him a mocking laugh.

“So, he meant replacing him with me as your bestfriend?” He continued. “Probably.” You shrugged. The rest of the drive turned out to be pretty quiet for you or just that you tuned out Jimin’s morning karaoke because you’ve been thinking about what Taehyung said at your house. When you arrived at your school, you had five more minutes before you were going to be late for your Bio class and you can’t have that since you have that class with Taehyung and the teacher was the most terrifying of them all.

Right now, you were fast walking towards your locker secretly hoping that Taehyung wasn’t at his locker with some girl having a make out sesh. As she arrived there, she thanked the gods so much that they were on her side these days, Taehyung wasn’t in the mood for a morning make out sesh. He was just there leaning on his locker staring blankly into space. You quietly opened your locker, being careful as to not break his staring contest with space and also for not to notice you. You got all of your Bio things and closed, not looking back at Taehyung and started walking towards the Bio classroom, which was just, thankfully, very near your locker area. 

As you went inside the classroom, you were surprised to see Taehyung already there and waving at you and smiling while gesturing at the seat beside him. You gave a second thought about sitting there. If you’d sit there, Taehyung wouldn’t get the idea of replacing him in any position of him in your life. If you don’t, well, good luck to yourself because Taehyung’s going to confront you.

“Y/N-ah!” You heard Jungkook’s familiar voice that immediately made your head turn at where he was at that moment. He was smiling at you with his adorable bunny smile, “Come sit with me, please?!” 

God, thank you for being on my side today! T^T

“Sorry, Tae.” You grinned at him. He gave you a playful pout but gave you a thumbs up. Taehyung knew Jungkook as your long time crush. But, of course part of that was true. Jungkook was a good-looking bunny.

You went towards the seat beside Jungkook and placed your things at the table. 

“You’re welcome.” Jungkook whispered to your ear. You whipped your head towards him and looked at him wide-eyed.

“Jiminie-hyung told me to keep you away from Taehyung. And he also, told me Taehyung thinks that you actually have a major crush on me.” He said and winked at you.

“What the hell?” 

“Look. Teacher’s here. Now help me, please. I’m failing.” He announced at you quietly and gave you puppy-bunny eyes. 

“Fine.” You answered and smiled.

Bio today was, for some odd reason, extremely easy. Even Jungkook understood it. Anyways, as soon as yours and Jungkook’s class was finished, Jimin texted both of you to meet him at the tables outside the cafeteria. 

But, before you went out of classed you looked back to check in Taehyung who was eyeing you and Jungkook with that big brother stare of his. Again. It’s a good thing that he knew to back off because you seriously can’t deal with the drama the the queen bitches in your school.

You finally went out of the classroom and Jungkook was waiting for you outside.

“That staring contest of ours…wasn’t long, right?” I asked.

“Not really, it went on for like 10 or 20 seconds. I dunno.” he shrugged. “Anyways, let’s get to Jimin-hyung.”

You asked Jungkook if you could take the long cut to the cafeteria because you wanted to sort some things out with yourself. And that’s exactly what you did. You tried to remember what Taehyung’s ideal type was. First, he wanted someone who gets charming by the day, someone who only takes care of him, and someone who has flat boobs. Well, the last one seemed to be a problem to you. You looked down at your big mounds and looked back up again then you saw Jungkook looking at you weird with your peripheral vision.

“What?” You asked him.

“Why were you looking at your…” He started but his face became red. You grinned at his cuteness. “You know…your…”

“No need to finish your sentence, little bunny.” You said starting to laugh at his bunny-ness.

What you didn’t know was that there was a very jealous Taehyung looking at you and Jungkook at the back doing the “jeonlous” thing. Yep, he was jealous alright.

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Tears // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Requested:
“20 and 23 for Zach Dempsey:) Thanks!”


20. “Please take away the pain.”
23. “I don’t want to cry anymore.”

Prompt List

Masterlist

Warnings: Jeff Atkin’s death, angst.
Ships and Requests are open!

Enjoy;

“Let’s get this party started,” Jess yelled as Monty, Zach, and (Y/n) entered her house.

“It’s only us three and we’re only setting up,” (Y/n) laughed and hugged her,“ But I’m ready to party!”

“Where’s Jeff?” Jess asked as she lead the three of them to the kitchen.

“He’s still at home he’s gonna come later,” (Y/n) answered her question.

“But we brought kegs,” Monty smirked,“ Do you know how to open one?”

“Why would you bring one if you don’t know how to open it?” (Y/n) asked him while rolling her eyes,“ We’ll just have to wait until someone who knows how to open it comes here.”

Zach slung his arm over her shoulder as they lean against the counter,“ It’s fine the party doesn’t start for two hours loser.”

“Okay I’m not the loser you are,” (Y/n) smiled at her boyfriend,“ Can’t you just google how to open one?”

“Okay lovebirds break it up,” Monty rolled his eyes as Clay and Jess walked into the room.

“Clay!” (Y/n) exclaimed happily and hugged the boy,“ Jeff forced you to come didn’t he?”

“Yeah he forced me here,” Clay nodded awkwardly as Zach glared at him.

“You’ll have fun!” (Y/n) cheered and smiled,“ Jess has the best parties in town!”

“You know it,” Jess cheered as the two jocks brought the kegs out.
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“You know if you get wasted I’ll drive you home I’m not gonna drink,” (Y/n) smiled at her boyfriend,“ And if you want to stay the night I don’t think my parents of Jeff would mind.”

“I won’t get wasted,” Zach responded,“ But I’ll take you up on that deal.”

“Anytime,” (Y/n) smiled as she swayed to the music,“ Let’s go outside.”

She took her boyfriend’s hand and dragged him into the backyard, finding a long pool chair and sitting in it with him.

“I wanna go on an adventure,” (Y/n) whispered to him, staring at the stars in the sky.

“And go where?” Zach rested his chin on her shoulder,“ We’ve been in ninety percent of this town we’ve lived here since we were kids.”

“Well we still need to explore that last ten percent,“She whispered,” I know we’ve lived here since we were kids, I’ve known you for a while.“

"With that little bunny clip you would always have in your hair,” He teased,“ You were a sobbing mess when you lost it.”

“Okay it was my favorite thing, my brother gave it to me and I looked up to him,” (Y/n) ranted,“ It meant a lot to me. I think I lost it at the park when I was with you.”

“Someone probably took it,” Zach laughed,“ But Jeff probably will get you another one if you wanted.”

“I’m a bit too old for that now aren’t I?” She laughed with him.

“You would still look cute in it,” Zach smiled flirtatiously.

“Always the charmer you are,” She laughed.

“(Y/n)! Zach! There you guys are,” Jeff exclaimed, fist bumping Zach and ruffling his sister’s hair.

“We were just talking about you,” (Y/n) giggled,“ About the bunny hair clip you gave me.”

“ I think it’s in my room, you lost it and I forgot to give it to you,” Jeff laughed,“ I’m going on a beer run I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait did you drink anything,” (Y/n) asked Jeff.

“Two beers two hours ago I’m fine,” Jeff smiled reassuringly.

“Be safe, okay?” (Y/n) told him,“ Love ya.”

“Yeah yeah love you too,” Jeff nodded as started to walk away.

“Get me sour patch kids while you’re there,” (Y/n) yelled to him.

“I got you,” Jeff laughed as he yelled back.
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“I shouldn’t have let him leave,” (Y/n) sobbed out as Zach hugged her.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n)…” Zach breathed out,“ It was an accident.”

“He’s my brother and now he’s gone,” Her voice cracked,“ Zach, please take away the pain.”

“Babygirl,” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her, not caring that her tears soaked his shirt.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” (Y/n) whispered to him, looking through the doors to the casket.

“You don’t have to go yet, your parents said you can stay out here,” He rubbed her back in comfort.

“I- It’s just, I don’t want to cry anymore,” She sobbed,“ I don’t want Jeff to be dead. I don’t want to say goodbye. Zach I don’t want to cry anymore then I have. I miss him so much.”

They stood in that hall silently with him wiping her tears away.

“Thanks Zach,” (Y/n) kissed him softly,“ Thanks for being there for me.”

“Anytime,” He wiped away the tear that fell from her eye,“ I love you…”

“I love you too,” (Y/n) sadly smiled,“ Zach, please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” He promised,“ You can kill me if I do.”

“I’ll remember that,” She softly giggled.

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He ruffled his hair as he walked out of his room in a rather speedy pace.

“In the whole day, Frank decided to pull shit like this” he mumbled when walking down the stairs. Servants noticing the young master descending from the elegant, cold stairway moved out each avoiding eye contact with his cold green eyes. He was no medusa, but instead hades himself.

“Young master, don’t forget your jacket.” exclaimed the loyal Hanbridge butler who ran to catch up to Andrew before he left. Andrew turned around eyeing his black leather jacket with the embodied logo of a king cobra. He reached out for it and put it on quickly before nodding and heading out. He formed his little gang with Frank just as an act of rebellion from his father, little did he know that it would grow to something big and superior. The King’s Cobras ran the show, the were fear, they are everything, but to Paul hanbridge they are nothing.

“Go along and run with your gang. After all it’s just a game for you children.” Andrew recalled as he get on his motorcycle. He got the grades, the honor rolls, everything  a parent would love, but to his father it wasn’t enough. He formed his gang to catch his father attention, even that wasn’t sufficient and instead his dad didn’t try to stop him like normal parents. He knew deep down all he really wanted was his father’s attention, but his father being an important politician he knows it’s hopeless.

He was heading to the location where Frank was. He had only gone there a couple of times with his father for political business and had heard it was a sort of hub for witches to hang out. He scoff at the thought of witches, what was he six years old. He pushed the motorcycle’s acceleration and hurried along to where Frank was. Hoping it wasn’t a waste of time.

He soon arrived at Glastonbury, he eyed around looking for Frank. He gave a long sigh and decided to wait outside a weird magic shop reading “magic Item cafe”. He lit a cigarette and immerse himself in the smoke. Breathing in and out, in and out. He hated himself from smoking, not because he didn’t enjoy it instead it was another thing his father and him had in common. He closed his eyes as he leaned back on the cool brick wall.

“Hey, hey can you smoke somewhere else” exclaimed a energetic feminine voice. Andrew lazily opened one of his eyes exposing his cold green irses. The brown hair girl soon got a tint of pink on her face to which Andrew chuckled.

‘Sorry bunny, didn’t know babies roam these areas” he scoffed as he blew smoke at her direction.

She coughed again and looked straight at him.  A clash between red and green eyes.

“Don’t call me that you,..you…you jackass!” she yelled as she close the distance between themselves. He was a bit taken aback from her response and actions. He guessed that she might have not heard about him or else things would have played differently.

“Also the name is Akko” she told him before reaching for his cigarette and throwing it on the floor. She gave him a fierce look before stepping on it.

Andrew Hanbridge was struggling to understand what happened. This was new to him, no one has disrespected him like this before, it was knew and it excited him. Especially the girl in front of him. When he snapped out of his mini trance he noticed she was walking away with books in her hand. He still wanted to play, Frank’s situation slipping out of his mind.

“Bunny, where you heading? Going to hop back to your dirt borrow?” he called out in his husky voice, but she didn’t stop. Instead all he heard was her quickening footsteps and her mumbling gibberish.

How bad she wanted to punch him, but she was a good girl. Good girls don’t fight, right? Either way she needed to find Miss Ursula who was kind to give her a ride to the magic shop for spell books she needed for a project with Lotte and Suzy. She heard heavier footsteps behind her, it was probably that jerkface.

“Screw it, I’m going to give Mr. ‘ I’m too cool’ a piece of my mind”, Akko turned around only to squeal when his face was too close. She could feel his hot breath and she stood there frozen.

“Be a good bunny and don’t run away from me.” he spoke lowly watching her face turn into an incredible shade of red. Akko wasn’t moving, she wasn’t functioning. All that came out of her mouth was good old gibberish.

Andrew smirk as he had her where he wanted, he was showing her that no one can disrespect him. He was doing her the favor of introducing her to the King Cobra’s. Despite that being his intention for his actions, something else was pushing him to have here near him. He felt his heartbeat increase and he had no explanation for it.

Both found themselves in a long trance. Staring at eachother with lip centimeters apart. The cold green eyes made her sad for some reason, but his lips and that husky voice of his were drawing her in. He was enchanted by her red eyes, so innocent and full of life. He began to close to proximity closing his eyes, while Akko’s breathing began to become heavy. He was going to steal her first kiss, but she couldn’t movie. Funny how her being the witch was stuck in a enchantment it felt.

“Yo, ‘Drew what the hell man! We been waiting for you to look over new merchandise.” spoke a loud voice from behind them. Andrew jerked his face back to respond. Seeing how he engaged into a conversation with the blonde man, Akko believed it was the perfect time to make a run for it. Before leaving she gave one last look at his back profile seeing the King Cobra decorating his leather jacket. She faintly traced it before making her exit in a rush.

After Frank’s rundown of the situation, Andrew was going to head over where he was needed. He turn to tease a bit more his bunny, but was disappointed to see that she wasn’t there. He gave a tsk and was going to prepare himself for a bad night. He was angry at himself getting sad over a little thing, why was he feeling sadness over her being gone. He was having a rush of emotions, he surveyed the area one last time before walking to the area with Frank. He looked down to spot a slip a paper reading “ Akko Kagari” followed by a list of supplies such as weird specimen of herbs and such.

Who knew a witch would enchant him tonight, who knew he would be proven wrong by one of them. He folded the slip of paper and placed it inside his jacket before turning and heading toward where other gang member were. He was sure he would meet her again and this time he wouldn’t take his eyes from her.

“Akko, Akko, Akko! Are you alright? Did you catch a fever? Asked a motherly voice.

“W-what?! No, Miss ursula I’m perfectly fine” reassured Akko as she looked at the clouds as they were flying back to Luna Nova Academy.

“You sure? Your face is red?” asked Miss ursula with more concern in her voice.

“I’m sure. No need to worry”, Akko looked down to see the the town they just left and that guy she met. He was infuriating, but something about him was charming. If they met again she could-

“Akko your face is red again!” exclaimed Miss Ursula who turn her head to check on Akko.

#sanversweek day 7: soulmate au

This Soulmate AU is a larger multi-chapter fic called Revelations. I figured today was as good a day as any to drop the first chapter. Let me know what you think! If there’s a lot of demand I miiiiight be convinced to drop the second chapter today too. Each chapter will be posted here and on AO3.


Chapter 1: Revelations 1 - 3

It’s past Alex’s bedtime, but she can’t sleep. She’s squirming under her covers, restless, more excited than she’s ever been.

Tomorrow is her birthday, and birthdays are always amazing. She always gets cake and a party, and tomorrow she gets to spend the whole afternoon at the zoo with her mom and her dad and her two very best friends.

But tomorrow isn’t just any birthday. Tomorrow is her fifth birthday.

And that means tomorrow is her first Revelation.

Tomorrow, when she wakes up, when she’s finally five years old, she’ll learn something about her soulmate for the very first time.

Her mom has said it’s like Santa – he only comes after you finally go to sleep on Christmas Eve, and the Revelation will only come while you sleep.

So Alex tries to sleep, she really does, because she wants to know, she wants the Revelation, she wants to be grown up enough, big enough, to handle it. Littler kids don’t get Revelations because they aren’t mature enough, ready enough. (I am mature enough, Alex had whined on her fourth birthday, I am! And her parents had looked at each other with raised eyebrows because where did their preschooler learn the word mature and what the hell were they in for with this brilliant stubborn little child?)

But mature, big kids go to sleep the night before their Revelations, so Alex tries. And tries and tries and tries and, finally, succeeds.


She wakes up when her mom and dad come into the room in the morning. They sit on the side of her bed, her dad brushing her bangs out of her face. She blinks up at them blearily, wondering why they’re both there.

“Good morning, birthday girl!” Her mom’s singsong voice is soft and loving and happy, and Alex grins. It’s her birthday!

She reaches up to push the blankets down to her waist, and then catches sight of something dark on her arms. She gasps and rockets to sit up, holding her arms out in front of her.

She can’t believe she forgot.

Today is her birthday, and she is five years old, and so today is her first Revelation.

She knew what was coming. The first Revelation is favorite animal.

On her right arm is her own favorite animal, a representation of what her soulmate will see (had seen?) on his arm when he turns five (turned five?).

She had thought it would be small, simple, maybe a line drawing or a sketch, something like what she can draw herself with her small fingers. But she was wrong. All up and down her right arm, from wrist to armpit, is the most intricate, complex, and beautiful snake she’s ever seen. It isn’t in color, just in black, but it doesn’t need to be. There are more shapes than she knows the name for making up its strong lithe body as it wraps and weaves around and around her arm. Diamonds and spots and splotches, a distinct head and tail. It’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“A boa constrictor,” her father says, a little breathlessly.

Alex looks up at him, beaming. “Did you know that boa constrictors can swim? And they can get to be thirteen feet long, which is longer than two daddies on top of each other? And even though they’re reptiles they give birth to live babies like mammals!?”

Eliza shakes her head a little, but she’s happy. “My little scientist,” she says, reaching over to tousle Alex’s hair.

Alex finally tears her eyes away from her right arm and looks to her left. This is the real Revelation – while the drawing of her boa is cool, this is what she’s been waiting for.

“Sharks,” she breathes out, her little voice full of awe. “He loves sharks.”

Her left arm doesn’t have just one shark. Instead it’s covered, from wrist to armpit, with all different types of sharks. Great whites and hammerheads and tiger sharks and blue sharks and whale sharks, and a ton she doesn’t know the names of. They’re stylized too, like her snake, beautiful and intricate and somehow both delicate and deadly strong.

She’s a little relieved. She’s glad her soulmate likes a cool animal, not something dumb like a poodle or a bunny rabbit or a kitten. She knows she’s supposed to love him anyway, but it’s gonna be way easier to love someone who likes sharks than poodles. And besides, snakes and sharks go great together.

She looks up at her parents, happiness radiating out of her entire self. “Can we go to the library and get a book on sharks?”

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Rabbits

It’s one of the quieter nights, really. The lights are out, the curtains open to let the city lights spill across the dark living room, across the rug, the couch, running up Jace’s legs and catching in his eyes when he turns at the faint sound of a door closing. The only other source of noise are the voices on the TV screen in front of them, most of them watching it with some interest, none of them seeming to have noticed. Jace glances over at Magnus, but Alec is pressed up against his side, his face against Magnus’ neck, and Jace turns his gaze to Isabelle, whose eyes are locked on Clary. She’s smiling, small but bright, and the light from the screen plays across her face, lighting up her eyes as Clary sits on the edge of the couch, leaning forward, hanging onto every word.
Jace looks over his shoulder toward the door. It’s dark in the hallway, but he can faintly hear someone shuffling across the floor. He reaches down and draws a dagger from his boot, and very slowly begins to stand. No one notices, and he very quietly makes his way toward the front door, blade raised, eyes scanning the space in front of him.

He hears someone draw a breath and lunges forward.
He shoves the stranger up against the wall, his blade to their throat, and something cries out at around waist level and hits the floor, scampering off.
“Ow! Jace, what are you doing?!”
Looking rather bewildered, Jace lowers his dagger.
“Simon?”
The lights flickers on, and they both turn. At the end of the hallway stands Magnus, eyes dark and sharp, hair spiked, magic still parking from his raised hand.
“What, might I ask, are you doing.”

Jace takes a step back, and Simon reaches up to rub the back of his head, giving Jace a reproachful look before eyes begin searching the floor.
“Hey, Magnus. Sorry I’m late.”
Simon peers past Magnus into the living room, scanning the floor, and then his eyes go wide. He looks up at Magnus.
“Oh, well, might as well sit down, didn’t miss the good parts, did I?”

Simon starts walking forward, but stops when Magnus raises his hand and turns, eyes lowering to the floor, and Jace and Simon both watch him, Simon with horror, Jace with great amusement; and then Magnus turns back to them.
“I may have helped you before, but don’t mistake this as some kind of home for wayward children.”
“He’s not going to stay here. But I found him on the way, and I couldn’t just leave him.”
Alec walks around the corner into Simon’s line of vision, eyebrows raised at the scene in front of him, and he turns to Magnus.
“What’s going on?”

Magnus gives them a very bitter smile. “Oh, our dearest Simon has taken in a small rabbit, and has decided that there is no better place for him than in my home.”
Alec turns to Simon, who starts to protest, but Jace cuts him off.
“You adopted a bunny rabbit?”
“Someone left him in a cardboard box outside a pet shop. What was I supposed to do, leave him there?”
Jace snorts, and Magnus rolls his eyes. Alec looks between the three of them, seeming to be waiting for some kind of definitive action, but they all just stand there for a moment until Magnus sighs.
“Fine, but it goes when you do.”

Magnus turns on his heel and walks off back into the living room, and Alec smiles, soft and bright, and follows him. Jace watches Simon with great amusement as he walks down the hall and gets onto his knees, reaching out toward the rabbit, which had hidden itself under an end table. The rabbit stays in the back corner, and Simon shuffles a little closer, stretching out his arm a little farther, trying to get the bunny to sniff his fingers, and when he doesn’t move any farther away, Simon reaches out and scoops him up into his arms. He stands, and turns to find Jace watching him, eyes soft and laughing, and Simon glares.
“What.”
Jace just keeps smiling, and folds his arms across his chest and shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Simon gives him one last reproachful look, then turns, following Alec into the living room.
Simon settles in the corner of the couch not occupied by Isabelle and Clary, who are sitting on the other side, very close, both glancing only every now and then at the movie. Alec and Magnus are sitting on the only other sofa, sides pressed against each other, their hands clasped together and resting on Magnus’ thigh, Magnus running his thumb over the back of Alec’s hand and smiling. But the moment he notices Simon, he glares at him for a minute before turning his attention back to the screen.

No one but Magnus seems either to notice or care as Simon cuddles the rabbit to his chest, running his hands over its fur, feeling it breath in and out.
As quietly as he had before, Jace walks into the room, blade away, nonchalant, and settles into the armchair next to him. When Simon glances at him, his eyes are fixed on the screen.
The bunny snuggles up against him and settles down in his arms, and Simon smiles, his gaze returning to catch the last few minutes of the movie. Next to him, Jace glances over, watching Simon pet the rabbit, the way the light plays across his face, the way it catches in his dark hair, the way his eyes light up and he leans forward when a gunshot rings out. And then Jace catches Magnus’s eye, and turns to watch the final scenes of the movie play out.

Bunny - Fellcest

Pairing :Fellcest
Warning :
Red is feeling a bit anxious at some point, don’t know if it could bother someone?
Summary :
Edge and Red decide to buy a bunny. It is maybe one of the best decision of their life.

Based on this proprmt by @damnedxfate :fluffy fellcest? i got you! Papyrus and sans have a therapy pet but its sans turn to pet it but paps wants to pet him to! SO que papyrus petting sans while sans pets the therapy pet? (maybe a bunny or cat?) dont have to use this prompt ofcourse but thought you might like it~.
+ One of my headcanon that animals became more intelligent when they are often in contact with magic.

This was a short prompt but the fell brothers with a bunny is just so cute. I needed to write more about it.

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Bunny Day Returns

Hello Man Face and Washboard Friends! 

I hope this little missive finds you looking back at a lovely week and forward to a fabulous weekend!  

Briefly, thanks to those who have given me such lovely comments on Red Square. I really appreciate it. Once again, I won’t be using this distribution to send out any more chapters, so if you would like to be on the list for it, please let me know. 

BUNNIES! EASTER! STEPHEN AMELL BEING AWESOME. I did this last year and it was a hoot. I hope you will enjoy the silliness and at least one of them makes you laugh. Rabbits. It was made with love. 

I hoped Stephen would see this one today because I was really excited about it, but it’s really hard to get his attention. 

Looking forward to our next new episode. 

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Berena Fanfiction || Presents

“Adrienne Mae Campbell, I’ve told you. We must open our cards first.”

Ada does as her mother tells her, fumbling with the envelope she has just been handed. She gives it two quick glances, as five year olds are prone to do, before fixing her eyes once more on the object of her desire: an impeccably wrapped present.

-

(‘No, Bernie, dear I think it’s best we left the wrapping to me.’

'Why? I’ve just brought the paper.’

'Yes, thank you, but two words: Kiev. Wine.’

'I told you Serena I changed.’

'Yeah, but your wrapping skills haven’t.’

'My unwrapping skills, however …’

'Do you ever stop thinking about sex?’

'With you? No. Come on though, I do have the most nimble fingers.’

'Prove it.’)

-

Nana Serena and Nana Bunny (Ada had, shortly after learning to speak, chosen to hear Bernie as Bunny and the name has stuck ever since) had brought her a new bike. This morning they had taken her out to the park, both to make the most of the sunny weather with their granddaughter and to give Elinor time to prepare the party food for later.

Nana Serena and Nana Bunny said that soon she’d be able to ride without stabilisers. That she was a quick learner. Ada was delighted. They also instructed her on bike safety. Something Ada took very seriously. She will always double-check she had snapped the clasp on her helmet for years to come.

Ada adores her bike. But Nana Serena had said that she had another little, special present off her and Bunny. One she could open at home. Mummy told her to leave it to last. And she loves her other presents, she really does, but Ada has been longing for nothing more than to rip the paper off this one for the whole day. Nana Serena and Nana Bunny buy the best presents.

Ada tears. She squeals. She’s so enraptured with her present she doesn’t hear her mother’s joking groan.

“Mum.”

Serena, sitting on the sofa, glass of red in one hand, looks down and fiddles with her necklace with the other hand. A picture of innocence.

“What?”

“Bernie.”

“Don’t look at me,” Bernie says.

Elinor fishes out the tag amongst shreds of wrapping paper. She reads it out, loud and clear.

“Dear Ada Mae,

Happy Birthday!

Love from Nana Serena and Nana Bunny x”

They have brought her daughter a toy doctor’s set.

Elinor narrows her eyes at her mum.

“What?” Serena shrugs her shoulders. “You can never have enough doctors in the family.”

Elinor stares at Serena and Bernie, before dragging her gaze pointedly to Cameron with his arm around Morveen’s waist.

Edward is coming over later, otherwise her look would move to him.

Of course, Elinor thinks, it’s not like they have five doctors already in the family.

“Don’t worry Elles,” Charlotte chips in, “next year it’ll be the ceremonial gift of Operation.”

There is a chorus of laughter from around the room.

Ada doesn’t understand the word ceremonial. She isn’t really listening anyway. She is already trying to rip open the packaging of her toy set, face beaming bright.

“Come here,” Jason offers, “I’ll open it for you.”

Whilst Ada hands the toy set over to her uncle, Elinor tells her she needs to say something to her Nans.

Ada rushes over to hug Bernie and Serena in turn, thanking them both.

For the rest of the afternoon, she gets to be like her grandmothers. She gets to be a doctor and she goes about very serious doctor work, tongue determinedly sticking out her mouth as she concentrates. She takes everyone’s temperatures and listens to their heartbeats.

Serena’s borrowed cardigan trails from Ada’s shoulders. She hasn’t got a doctor’s costume (that will be arriving later, packaged and parceled, given by her Grandad and Auntie Libby, earning another groan from Elinor), but for now she wants to look like her grandmother and so Serena offers her her cardigan. Ada wraps it tight around her, at first. It smells of her Nana Serena. Soft and safe.

(Serena is unaware at this point that she won’t be getting her cardigan back any time soon.)

Ada also ties her hair like Nana Bernie does. In a ponytail.

Serena instructs Ada gently and slowly how to wrap a bandage properly around Bernie’s arm. She carefully notices Ada’s enthusiasm growing and growing and the seemingly endless rolls of white fabric at her feet. She knows any minute she will join Bernie as another of Ada’s patients.

Serena catches Elinor’s attentiom and mimes cake across the room. Elinoe nods. Serena returns what can only be couple of minutes later, cake in hand, five candles glowing in a darkened room. Bernie resembles a mummy.

Elinor films the singing. She scans the whole room, focusing mostly on her daughter’s efforts to blow out her candles, but still catching good, fairly lingering shots of Bernie the Mummy. Serena bursts into laughter when Elinor sends her the video the next day. Tells Bernie she didn’t know halloween had come early.

After Serena takes the cake in the kitchen to cut, Elinor keeps the camera rolling. Fixes it on her daughter as Ada runs back to her doctor’s toy set, asking Bernie if there’s anywhere she feels poorly, before pressing her hand assuredly to Bernie’s forehead, feeling her temperature. Ada nods to herself. “I think you might need an oper - operational.”

At the end of the video, years later, around the time of Ada’s 18th birthday, when the family watch it back together, all clustered in Bernie and Serena’s living room, after watching Ada blow out her candles, after watching Bernie’s mummy impression - 'sorry for that, Bunny,’ Ada laughs - at the very end of the video you can hear Elinor’s chuckling voice.

“Good god, she’ll be performing a trauma laparoscopy by the time she’s ten.”

2

“Ok, last box.” Bunny says, carrying it out of your house and setting it in your car. Nodding softly, you look around your front yard one last time.

Your friend notices. “You alright, sheila?”

Nodding your head, you look down. “Yeah, just a little nervous.”

“Why?”

You scoff. “Well, I’m not exactly good at making friends.”

“What, you made friends with me! And I’m not even supposed to be real to people as old as you.” Bunny protests.

“It’s just,” you blink back tears. “I don’t know what to do. I’m leaving so much family and friends behind, and why? Because of a stupid job.”

Bunny’s eyes soften. “I bet you I can talk North into giving you a portal-ball. Then you can come visit the Warren whenever you like. And if anyone messes with you, Frostbite’ll freeze them.”

You laugh and hug him. “Thank you.”

He wraps his arms around you also. “Anytime, (y/n).”

2

Of course I can write a sequel! I worked really hard on this! And it’s actually based on the Mabel-Land episode in take back the falls, you’ll see why! A little bit of dreamscapers too TBH. Both of them. I hope you enjoy it and ask me for a continuation if you’d like! Enjoy!

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/159493911227/omg-i-just-read-the-last-dave-fic-and-i-love-it


Marco rubbed his eyes and looked up. As soon as he looked out he gasped. Everything was different, and nothing was what either kid expected Tom’s dream to be like. Well, Marco saw the first part coming a little bit. There was a big open field filled with rabbits that all looked like Marshmallow. “Yup, this is Tom’s dream.” Marco confirmed. Star looked around and smiled big, running to the rabbits.

“Bunnies!” She cried, picking them up and hugging them.

“Star focus! How do we get Tom to wake up?” Marco took the rabbit away from her and she shook her head.

“Right, we need to find Tom in his dream, his subconscious. And I guess we just… talk to him? And ask him to wake up?” Star guessed. Marco groaned and put the rabbit on the ground, running his fingers through his hair.

“You guess!? Star do you know what you’re doing?” He asked. Star shrugged and Marco groaned again. “If you don’t know how to incept dreams, why did you take me in here to do it!?” Marco demanded.

“Stop yelling at me! What other choice did we have?” Star asked. Marco fell silent. She was right, it was either this or say goodbye to Tom forever.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, let’s go find Tom.” Marco agreed. He grabbed Star’s hand and they began walking down a path in the middle of the field of rabbits. They walked for near an hour before Marco stopped Star. “Hey so… this path is pretty convenient, right?” He asked. Star nodded. “And what do we know about Tom?” Marco asked.

“He likes to give people a hard time.” Star rolled her eyes. Marco nodded.

“So why does his dream have a well placed path for us in the middle of his field of rabbits?” Marco asked a third question. “I don’t think we should go this way.” He guessed. Star gave him a confused look. “We’ve been walking for about an hour and… nothing looks different.” Marco pointed out.

“Well where else would Tom be?” Star asked. “And why else would he have this path here?” Marco thought for a moment.

“He doesn’t act like it… but he’s shy.” Marco told her. Star gave him an odd look and Marco nodded. “He has social anxiety, he gets nervous around people. Even if he won’t admit it or act that way.”

“So what are you saying?” Star asked.

“I’m saying he wouldn’t have a path leading right to him, this is to lead away from him.” Marco explained. He then looked around and pointed at an uphill area that led through shrubs. “He’s past there.” Marco decided. Star groaned and fell back.

“Of course he is. Let’s go.”

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“Help me go higher!” Star called down to Marco. He was helping her scale a wall that they came across. And Marco insisted that the only way to find Tom was to go over. Marco gave Star a shove and she topeled over the wall. “Marco! You have to get over here!” She called, her voice sounded shocked. Marco gripped Star’s hand and she pulled him up over.

“Is this… Paris?” Marco asked, confused. Star nodded.

“Yeah… it looks like it. Why would Tom’s ideal dream take place in Paris?” Star asked, she was just as confused as Marco, if not more so. The kids sat on the wall for a while until they heard a voice.

“Hello up there! You aren’t supposed to sit on the wall, you should stay inside the city.” Star and Marco looked down and saw a little boy with the same three eyes as Tom, only he had much smaller horns and freckles. He looked to be about six-years-old.

“Why should we stay in the city?” Star asked, jumping down.

“Folks don’t tend to leave this place, it’s nice here.” The little boy explained. Marco jumped down and stared at the boy intently. “Come on I’ll show you around if you’d like.” He offered. Star went to follow him but Marco took her by the shoulder to stop her.

“Oh right,” Star remembered “we’re actually trying to find our friend.” She explained.

“Well problem solved!” The boy smiled. “I’ll be your friend! Now let’s go!” He exclaimed. Star shook her head.

“No, no, no. We’re looking for a specific friend.” She corrected. “Marco help me out here.” Star asked her friend, but Marco was just staring at the boy. “Uh, earth to Marco?” Star asked, waving her hand. Marco took Star aside for a moment.

“Star, what are dreams usually?” He asked. But before she could say anything he responded. “Thoughts and memories. I think this kid is Tom… but a Tom from a different point in his life.” He explained.

“Why would Tom be dreaming of his six-year-old self?” Star asked. Marco shrugged.

“I don’t know! Why is he dreaming about Paris!?” Marco cried. “But maybe he knows where the real, current Tom is. The one whose dream this is.” He guessed. The duo looked over at the six-year-old and waved. “Uh, hey, buddy…” Marco stammered. “Can you take us to Tom?” He asked. The boy made a bit of a confused face and then got up, he began running off in one direction and Star and Marco sprinted to try and keep up.

“Wait! Wait hold on!” Marco cried. He rounded a corner and saw the boy was gone, but there was a big tower in his place. Not a castle-type tower, more like an old shop, or a tall house of some sort. Confusing, yes. “Do you think he’s in there?” Marco whispered. Star caught her breath and shrugged, approaching the door.

“Only one way to figure it out.” As soon as they were about to enter they stopped when the same child-voice spoke behind them.

“If you want to see him, just be sure not to break the rule.” He warned, but before Marco could say anything else he ran off. Marco gulped and pushed the door open. There was a long hallway with windows, but each window had a view of something different. Something that was either lit up brightly, or dimming down.

“What’s all this?” Marco asked. Star peered through one of the windows and gasped.

“Remember what you said about dreams being made up of memories… I think these are the memories Tom is using to create this dream.” Star concluded. Marco walked behind her and looked confused.

“How do you know?” He asked, but she just motioned to the window. Marco looked through at the memory and gasped when he saw it.

“It’s really nice! With a lot of lights and food and sights! I want to go there one day.” Past Marco mused. Tom giggled a little and looked at the picture of the Eiffel Tower.

“I have to be honest, I don’t get it.” He giggled. “But one day I’m going to take you there, just you and me.” Tom beamed.

“I told him I wanted to go to Paris… that’s why he’s dreaming of Paris, Star!” Marco exclaimed. He ran to the next window. It was of Tom and Marco playing with Marshmallow. “And Marshmallow! Of course, his rabbit is so important to him.” Marco concluded, going back to the field that surrounded the city.

“Marco… all of these memories have you in them.” Star realized. Marco looked around and saw the same thing. Every single memory had Marco in it, but only the good times he’s spent with Maroc. Not one of their fights, or breakdowns, or even awkward moments was featured in the long hallway. “This is like dream-central. Do you know what that means?” Star asked. Marco sighed and looked away.

“It means Tom really loves me, and he was crushed when Dave made me hurt him so badly.” He sighed.

“No.” Star corrected. “It means if the real Tom is anywhere, it’s going to be here.”

rva98014  asked:

p.s. Here's a fun trivia question for the fox hunters. In the Disney Animated Canon, there have only been 10 fox characters that have speaking roles. Gideon, Nick and Finnick are three of them (and this makes Zootopia the Disney film with the most talking foxes ever). Can you identify the other 7 talking fox characters and what movies they are from?

i can identify the important two!!!

yaaaaaaaaaaaay! still the best 1973

and, um, whatshisna- tod! tod and viiiiiiicky? vixy? i watched the fox and the hound repeatedly when i was, like, three. i recall surprisingly little

heh.

and, uh… the one from pinocchio, i guess?

yeah. that guy.

so without looking it up i got 5/7 

perfect score

anonymous asked:

Hello! Congrats on opening your HC blog! How would Ut!Paps, UT!Asgore, Ut!Toriel, and UF!Sans react to being taken to visit a petting zoo with baby animals on the surface? :D (goats, baby chicks you name it, it's there hahaha!) - this is @sesrins-symphony lmao tumblr wasn't cooperating with letting me ask from my account x'D

Hi there! Thank you very much! c:

Edit: @sesrins-symphony tagging you bc I didn’t know if you saw this or not ;u;

Papyrus:
- Wowie!!! So many creatures!!! And some of them even look like monsters!!! Okay, so he’s a bit…. taken aback by all the little bunnies. He can tell that there’s a difference between the ones in Snowdin and the ones on the surface, but still! The fact that they look so much like the townsfolk and yet so different kinda hits that uncanny valley for him.

- On the bright side, though, he quite enjoys the goats! After seeing that the male ones like to butt heads, it’s become a favorite pasttime of his to summon a long bone, hold into it like handlebars, and use it to “HELP THEM DEVELOP THEIR HEADBUTTING SKILLS!” He never actually strikes the goats, of course– just lets them bonk their horns into the bone and shoves back if need be. He thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever and might even consider having one or two as pets…. if not for their terrible chewing habit, of course.

Asgore:
- Please help this man. He is so incredibly massive and yet so unbelievably gentle. When his boulder-like form shuffles awkwardly into the little pen, he has no idea what to do with himself. He’s worried he might step on someone, or that his horns might get caught on something, and a lot of the animals even start to retreat because to him, he is one of them, but FREAKING HUGE.

- Someone with a bit of animal expertise, however, can salvage this experience for him. If he learns the proper body language to use around animals, and gets a bit of food into his hands, each and every last creature will fall in love with his gentle demeanor.

- His favorites are the horses, especially ones that are taller. To him, they look… so magestic! So regal! So beautiful!

Toriel:
- Someone get Disney on the phone, ‘cause they’ve got their next princess right here! Or queen… ex-queen….. whatever. Point is, she love the farm animals and they love her. Seriously, she could spend hours feeding carrots to the donkey, or cuddling a little bunny, or knitting sweaters for all the chickens! Would you expect anything less from a woman who bakes you pie and shoots her ex with a fireball to protect you?

- She truly loves spending time with the animals, but if she had one complaint, it would probably be the goats. Yes, they are very lovely, and cute, but can they just stop biting and tugging the edge of her robe for two seconds, please? Honestly, where are their manners! She has to remind herself sometimes that they don’t have the same sort of intelligence that humans and monsters do, and therefore don’t know any better. Still, though, it can be a bit bothersome.

Underfell!Sans:
- He has to get all the way out of bed and into the car so he can go walk into a crowded pen with a bunch of dirty stinky animals in it? Uggghhhh, fine, but only because he likes you and it’ll make you happy. (The irony of this situation is not lost on him.)

- Not very enthusiastic at first. A few little critters scattered about, kids running around trying to pet ‘em, a pile of poo here, an excited bray there, whatever, so what?

- Then one thing leads to another, and he now has a baby chick in his hands. It’s so small, so timid, so fragile….. his hands tremble and he cups it carefully, as if it were still an egg. Never before could anyone see him handle anything so gingerly, but something about this little guy…… He presses his thin, boney fingers together as best he can, to make sure it doesn’t fall through the spaces between. Each slip of its miniscule, dainty foot through the gaps is another tug at his brittle, world-weary soul.

- He stops complaining about outings for a short while after that.