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anonymous asked:

The last fic you posted with Percy and Vax fucked me up! It was so good and was everything I didn't know I needed. Loved it! I now want to know what each of the other characters experiences would be like. <3

Thank you, anon! <3  I’ve actually been thinking about that this weekend. Very short versions …

Scanlan’s imagined his own death in many ways, but catching a stray illness in a no-name town is not one of those ways. But the fever sets in one morning, and never goes away. 

When he sees Vax at his bedside, he assumes it’s a hallucination. “Imagine me,” he tells the apparition, “Scanlan Shorthalt, savior of the entirety of fucking Exandria, dying in a shithole town like … what the hell is the name of this town, anyway?”

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Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.

It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.

“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.

“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”

She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.

River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.

Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.

In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.

They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.

Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”

The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could maybe do "Spiderman" kiss with Pearl and Jasper? If you don't want to, it's fine, I'm sure with whatever you draw it'll be amazing like always

Nonnie, I’m always up for some Jaspearl! And thank you for the compliments dear!
11. “Spiderman” kiss

(Ame and Lapis are making bets in the background. Mainly on when Jasper will fall)

I used >>this template<<. I’m posting prompts I finished over the last two weeks. This pic is the last from this batch.



Requested: yes

Word count: 2,611

Small echoes from the few passing cars rang in my ears, as the sun started to burn properly into my skin. My heavy feet dragged themselves across the street, aching every step of the way. They always hurt like this, whenever I’d joined the boys for their early morning workout.

Though, I didn’t quite want to admit it, I simply couldn’t keep up with them. Especially Geoff was a beast and contingently mocked me, every time I had to stop and catch my breath.

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just a bunch of dana scully quotes off the top of my head, rated on a scale of badassery
  • “well, i came here to tell you that if he dies because of what you’ve done, four days from now, no one will be able to stop me from being the one that will throw the switch and gas you out of this life for good, you son of bitch!” like, probably the first truly Iconic™ scully line, 1000/10 badass af
  • “sure. fine. whatever.” the shaaaade. the absolute, pure, dana scully shade 75/10 badass of the year 
  • “don’t think! just pick up that phone and make it happen!” damn, binch, i’m not even in this movie and i got my phone in my hand, 110/10 would let this badass tell me what to do
  • “baby me and you’ll be peeing through a catheter.” yaaaass, tell that PoS whats what, 400/10 badass with a badge and a gun
  • “save your own ass, sir, you’ll save your head along with it.” scully, that is your sUPERIOR OFFICER, wtf???? no shame at all, 800/10 special agent badass scully
  • “just a little something?” ty, scully, for being a beam of light in an otherwise terrible movie, 300/10 msr badass
  • “you’re batcrap crazy.” that’s my girl, still dragging him after all these years, 100000/10 eternal badass

Thank you everyone 🐼❤

You are all so… Supportive, Nice, and Comforting ^w^

For a while now, life has been tough. Well honestly… life has been tough since I was born heheh.

It has been a season of loss in my life… whether it is losing people I love, my friends, my family, those I hold dearest… I have lost many…many things, many people…

But I have never been happier… Because… by losing everything I have left… I have learned to be a better… me. 

I have realized …

If I give all of my love… every speck of it… to people that don’t care for me, people that don’t love the same… People that without God… Can’t Love the same… It will be alright. 

I don’t need to worry about getting hurt, I don’t have to worry about being loved back, I don’t have to worry about what happens to me. 

Because God will provide. He will give me love, strength, peace, and hope… when I have given away all of my love, strength, peace, and hope. This is important. This is where I am called to be. 

Even if I die alone, unloved, or never find anyone willing to hold on for me, hope with me, like I held on for others, and hoped for others… It’s okay, because… at least I will know. My life was a blessing to others. And that’s what matters. 🐼❤

You all, are what matter to me, everyone of you. 

“Did you hear? Shawn’s supposed to be taking a year off to come to school.” Your best friend asked you as you were unpacking all of the boxes in your shared apartment.

You roll your eyes at the mention of his name. “Yeah, Jenny, I heard. Don’t have to remind me.” You mutter back. Shawn is a sore spot for you, but Jenny continuously insisted on bringing him up every chance you got.

You and Shawn dated your senior year of high school, but then he caught his big break and walked away without ever looking back. It’s not good for my image to have a girlfriend, he told you the day before he left for his big tour. You understand, right?

Except you didn’t understand. You never could understand why he didn’t want to continue your relationship, even if it were to be a secret.

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pining-blue-paladin  asked:

Klance, i almost lost u kiss. (( wirh keith almost dying obvs))

11. “I almost lost you” kiss

Waking was always the hardest part. Tiny, pulsing hues of grey and blue, luminescent in the fog of his mind, were always what he first registered. Then the voices, soft and hushed, if any. But right now, there were none, and the soft beeping that came with the cryo-pod running it’s last cycle was a gentle hand to dispel the remaining murk clouding his mind.

A soft breath of air ghosted over his toes, and he wriggled them as he shifted his weight, silently thankful that his left leg no longer felt like it was on fire. He breathed deep, and really appreciated that he could intake air normally again, his diaphragm expanding with ease. The door opened fully and he caught himself on the side of it, one foot out of the pod as his other hand came up to rub tiredly at his eyes.

“Keith,” came a soft voice from in front of him, a little scratchy and all too familiar. He cracked open an eye, blinking until the blurry mess of colors organized themselves into the half-crouched figure of Lance. He was sitting on the steps in front of his pod, hair still untamed from the battle, dirt smeared over his nose and down his cheek, the side of his neck. Bags were starting to make themselves present under his eyes, aging the teen more than Keith liked. He was frozen, halfway between kneeling and standing, blue eyes wide in a mixture of emotions that Keith couldn’t disentangle at his freshly-woken state.

The dark-haired boy gave a soft smile, “Hey. It’s me.” Lance slowly resumed standing, and took a few steps towards him, hands drifting around aimlessly before landing on Keith’s wrists. Keith leaned up and that was all it took for Lance to lean down and slip his lips over Keith’s.

“I almost lost you.” The reply was so soft, so hushed, that Keith almost missed it and the broken tone behind it, as Lance let his forehead fall to the juncture between the pale-skinned boy’s neck and shoulder.

Keith reached up and thread his fingers into the wisps of hair that curled over the back of Lance’s neck. He smelled like ash and sweat and blood, but Keith didn’t mind, nuzzling into his hair anyways.

“Gunna take a lot more than that to get rid of me, Sanchez.” And he smiled when the other male huffed a laugh into his skin.

slowpokecrossing  asked:

i swear to god your food posts are the only ones that REALLY get to me. bloody clown standing in the middle of an open field with a black balloon? yeah sure fine whatever. candy in something you would not normally put candy in? OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME IM ACTUALLY DYING SAVE ME