quiet lion

shadowhunters fluff/sitcom/everyone is happy universe episode 1: pet shop

jace wants to get a pet to therapeutically heal from the falcon story and the gang goes along for moral support

once confronted with all the pups and kits and adorable faces the gang is suddenly much more invested and investigate ‘for jace’

luke is kind of bummed at first bc he used to love animals but now that hes a werewolf animals are always scared of him. but he doesnt want to ruin everyone elses fun so he tries to stay out of trouble and drifts to the back where he finds a wall of reptiles. one thin green one seems to be looking right at him. ‘just like harry potter’ luke thinks, smiling to himself. it is just like harry potter, luke. he tentatively reaches into its cage and picks it up. it wriggles around in his hands contentedly and wraps itself around his wrist. its smooth cold skin is refreshing since luke usually runs pretty hot since the change. he turns around to show someone his new friend (hopefully simon since hes always been terrified of snakes) and sees magnus holding a 30 pound yellow python around his shoulders. ‘just like britney’ whispers luke. ‘JUST LIKE BRITNEY!’ cheers magnus.

izzy and alec, meanwhile, gravitate towards the kitties and puppies respectively. they playfully banter over the differences between cat and dog people, quickly becoming less casual and more competitive. they give each other a look. cut to 10 minutes later theyre giving their troops battle speeches before they send them down the racetracks and obstacle courses they made out of treat boxes, jimmy jabs style

clary and simon go with jace to look at the hamsters and mice and bunnies. jace, with at least 2 tiny soft little furballs in each hand and a tear in his eye: ‘theyre okay i guess.’ simon and clary politely ignore his sniffling, even when he uses a guinea pig’s fur to dry his tears. clary and simon are good friends. theyre all amusing themselves picking out animals that remind them of the rest of the gang when simon says ‘guys. uh.’ by some wacky twist of circumstance simon has managed to release every single rodent in the store. ‘we should tell someone’ simon says intelligently, eyes wide with worry. ‘NO WE SHOULDNT WE CAN HANDLE IT’ jace and clary whisper frantically, eyes wild with determination. as it turns out, they can not handle it. they can not handle it at all.

The Heart of a Lion:
A Spell to Draw Courage into Your Heart

This spell was inspired by one of my favorite characters of the Dragon Age series. Cullen Rutherford has been through a lot through the series of games and still finds courage not only in his work but personal life. He leads the Inquisition’s forces with the heart of a Lion, quiet yet ever so strong. This spell is designed to build courage within your own heart so you can face whatever situation you need the courage to overcome.


  • Orange Candle [for creativity and courage]
  • Yellow Candle [to give self empowerment as well as joy]
  • A tiny lion figure [if you can’t find one you can use a tiny lion photo. It can even be a picture of a lioness if you like]
  • A scrap of paper [big enough to fit the candles and lion figure/photo]
  • A writing utensil, preferably a pen.


  • Set out your needed tools
  • Draw a heart big enough to fit both candles and figure or picture. When you draw the heart imagine this is your very own heart.
  • Place the candles inside the two top rounded edges of the heart. Then place the lion figure or picture near the pointed end. 
  • As you light each candle imagine your heart is filling with the courage of the lion’s heart. That you can conquer whatever it is you need too. Also remind yourself to be humble enough not to trample others in the process. Just like the Lion, Cullen Rutherford is part of a group. He leads this group with courage and makes them work as a team. 
  • Once you feel your heart is full of energy, blow out the candles and fold up the piece of paper.
  • Place the figure or picture in a place that will remind you of the courage within you heart. Lay your folded heart next to the lion so it gathers courage throughout the time that is needed for it too.

A lot of times in my spells I rarely use words. Its all about actions, visualization, and feeling. There are times I use words, but in most cases its to work in some quirky wording. If you want to adapt words into this spell, because it makes you feel comfortable by all means do.

anonymous asked:

“Someone’s going to catch us, get your hand off my crotch!” - theonlyenemy ( for whomever )

“They won’t if you are quiet mon petite lion..” Lafayette whispered, a small chuckle escaping him. “Don’t pretend you aren’t turned on..” he added, palming Alexander a little rougher.


The Castle of Lions is quiet except for the mechanical hum of the engines and the soft padding of feet on the deck.

Keith makes his way across the entrance hall of the Castle, blanket whispering along the floor. Stopping to admire the memorial the team had erected only that day.

Ten foot holograms the five previous paladins stand proud above their pedestals. Frohm'Oris in the center, tall and regal in his armor with spear in hand. Haken on his right and Maisha on his left. The green paladin ever aloof staring off into space wistfully, they made there was a window in their sight line so that Maisha could always watch the stars. A more relaxed posture than their leader, but, still with a grace of his own, Gault smiles the brightest of all of them, warmth seeming to glow off of him. The siblings stand together with their matching sniper rifles.

Keith takes a deep breath and looks over at the Red and Blue Paladins. Holding hands and standing the closest together of the paladins, Keith’s parents gaze proudly at the main doors of the Castle. Gazes almost expectant. Sinclair and Haken, Altean and Galran. Two warring races joined in love and duty.

Leaving the entrance hall behind, the young paladin heads to what he has come to consider his mother and father’s true resting places.

The Lion Chamber.

More specifically, the Red and Blue Lions themselves.

Eschewing the combat entrance, he takes the side entrance that opens up right between his and Lance’s Lions. Looking between them he contemplates what it means to be a second generation paladin. He has inherited his father’s Lion, his father’s spirit flies with him every moment he is connected to Red. He can even hear him sometimes, whispering little tips and tricks through Red. Just like he used to do when he was little and they would go flying together.

But Lance has his mother’s Lion, has a connection with her spirit that Keith will never have. The only way he’ll ever get to hear her voice again is in his memories and those are sketchy at best. He’s all but forgotten what it was like to hear her laugh.

Before he really realized that he’s moved, his feet have carried him towards Blue. Climbing inside, he is filled with that same sense of loss. The feeling he has finally come to know as the memory of the day they landed on Earth and his mother slowly bled out on the sand. Pushing past that, he finds the moments of peace as his mother would sing to him or tell him jokes so she could kiss his dimples. Moments of joy when they would go flying together and it was just them and the sky. According to his father he had been born in this Lion, right on the pilot’s chair. Oh Lance would love that.

Settling into chair, he remembers the last time he had actual sat here. It was the last time his family had all gone flying together. Or tried to at least. He had run in ahead of his mom and hopped into the pilot’s seat, declaring that he would fly today. His mom had just laughed and lifted him into her lap. But then they had gotten the call that Frohm'Oris went off to fight Zarkon alone. Without his Lion. Everything had happened so quickly after that. Within hours only mom’s Lion had returned and she had been seriously hurt. She was told to take the Lion and hide it. As far away as possible. Keith wasn’t supposed to have gone with her but he didn’t want to leave his mom alone. Dad was gone and she needed him now. He was supposed to have gone into the cryopods with Auntie Allura and Coran. But his mom needed him.

Keith curls into himself, resting his chin on his knees and wrapping his arms around himself. “I miss you, Mom. Dad says hi and he loves you. I don’t if you know this but I have his Lion now. You always said that I’d be the next Red Paladin, just like Dad. Guess you were right. You’ve probably met the doofus who inherited your Lion. He’s a terrible pilot and a complete moron but he’s okay. You probably like him already.” It’s only several long minutes that he realizes that he’s crying.

Remembering what his mom said about being sad sometimes, he lets the tears come. Long and hot, enough to give him hiccups and stain the blanket he’s wrapped himself in. He cries until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open and as he falls asleep, he could swear he heard singing.

The other paladins find him there the next morning, curled up like a kitten in the wrong Lion. Shiro carries him to bed and as he lays him down, he can hear mumbled “night, mom.” His heart aches for his young friend, knowing why he was in there. It’s heard missing your family. Even harder when you’ve only just remembered them. Tucking the covers around his thin frame, Shiro ruffles Keith’s hair gently before leaving to let him get some more sleep.

Maybe he’ll dream of better days.

anonymous asked:

The next thing you should imagine is the day Black no longer responds; when Keith is left floating in an unresponsive lion after a huge fight, when he doesn't hear Shiro at the forefront of his mind. Maybe he just needs a break, so Pidge&Lance drag him back to the Castle; they leave Black to rest. The next day the lion is quiet; &the next&the next&the next... Black never wakes up, no matter how loudly Keith begs, no matter how desperately he calls for Shiro. Shiro has given up