Would it be okay to ask for other ships in Tales of to be drawn for the ask meme? If so, is 4B with StahnLeon from ToD and 1C with Fluri from ToV alright? Thank you so much, I love your epilogue sormik drawings! <33
It’s 100000% okay! I never even said I’d only take Zesty requests. I didn’t even say only Tales. I’d actually be fine with any other franchise I’m familiar with/into. Just because I’m addicted doesn’t mean YOU all have to be addicted as well, haha. But for some reason I only got Zesty requests other than yours! So. Yeah. And for the record, Destiny is my second favourite Tales, so OF COURSE I’m always glad if people encourage me to create content for it. Heaven knows there isn’t too much of it.
I’m glad you’re enjoying the Soymilks, too, though, despite the overload :,D. The world needs more epilogue Sormiks just so I have an excuse to give them both long hair because I love long hair, period. Anyway, that’s a different topic.
(requests are still closed! I’ll try to work a bit more on the remaining ones today, but no promises, today is a shitty drawing day. I’ll do them, though, just wait for it! I unlearned how to draw overnight, I hate when that happens)
@laurenron request: Can you do a Roman Godfrey x reader imagine. She’s anxious, but when she finds out she’s pregnant, with romans child, she runs away. Ending being angst, but they’re together
You let out a sob when you read ‘Pregnant’ on the pregnancy test you took. Ever since you started dating roman Godfrey he told you he didn’t want to have kids. Because he was an upir there was going to be a good chance that his children were going. He told you what happened to his cousin Letha and how she died giving birth to his child. Because of that Roman didn’t want you to have the same fate as her and axed the idea of having anyone children.
Destiny hopped up on the kitchen counter next to you and
watched as you finished making Roman’s lunch. Her only reason for being there
was to simply remind you that you, unlike Roman Godfrey, were a good person.
“All I’m saying is that this boy does not deserve you.”
Destiny muttered as she munched on a piece of lettuce.
Thank you everyone who has read Rebirth and any of my one shots so far. It means so much that you have all enjoyed my writing so much and given me so much love and reblogs! Thank you from the bottom of my fangirl heart <333
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tw; swearing, kissing
Romans eyes widened as he pulled back from the young girl by
the counter. Rumancek. No wonder her features were so familiar. She was
Destiny’s fucking sister. Peter’s cousin. How could he not have noticed this.
“Why?” was all he could muster. He couldn’t think of
anything else to say to her. He had killed Destiny. Murdered her in cold blood.
Thrown her body through the glass table he had his morning coffee at and then
finished her off by snapping her neck. Peter had then ripped his throat and
heart out, leaving him dead on the cold ground. Why would a Rumancek bring him
back from the dead? Why would she then bring him back to her apartment? “Why?”
he said again, in nothing more than a whisper.
“Hemlock Grove needs you. Peter …” she began, watching for
Romans reaction. His eyed widened at the name of his former best friend, his
former partner in crime. The one who had torn his heart from his body and
wandered off into the night with it hanging from his fangs. “ … Peter needs
your help. He asked me to do this, he asked me to bring you back, to give your
heart back to you…” she continued. Roman stood there looking like a confused
puppy, a deer in the headlights of an on coming car. He fell backwards onto the
sofa, running a hand through dark blonde hair.
“In case you forgot, I murdered your sister for which, Peter
ripped out my heart and wandered off with it like it was his new favourite chew
toy!” Roman shouted, confusion and anger bubbling up within him. After a brief
moment of holding his head in his hands, he got back up to his feet, storming
back over to the counter in nothing more than a couple of strides. Anastasia’s
apartment was not that small but, Roman was extremely tall with incredibly long
legs. “Why would you bring a murderer into your apartment? Why would Peter put
his cousin in that sort of danger?” Before Anastasia had a chance to respond, a
shooting pain ran through Roman’s chest, up his throat and into his head. It
burned as if someone had doused him in petrol and set him a alight. His breath
hitched in his throat as he fell to his knees, letting out a series of low
Anastasia dropped to her knee’s, placing her hands on both
of Roman’s cheeks, tilting his head upwards so he could see her. “He knew I was
safe as you haven’t fed in over twelve months. Your thirst may be great but
your energies are weak. You have no strength, no muscle motivation to get up
and feed. You’re a bark with no bite” she taunted, pursing her lips into a
mocking pout. Roman looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. She got back up to
her feet, moving towards the counter. Roman was not sure what was driving him,
what had given him a sudden burst of energy, but he was back on his feet,
moving towards Anastasia. She turned just as Roman’s fingers wrapped around her
throat, pushing her forcefully against the counter. She grunted as her hip
clashed with the wooden counter top, the weight of Roman’s body obvious against
her tiny frame.
“I am Roman Godfrey, I do not lose my bite!” he snarled, tightening
the grip around her throat. Anastasia did nothing but laugh through her gasps,
taunting Godfrey even more. “You think this is funny? I am an inch away from
squeezing the life out of you, murdering another Rumancek sister and you’re
laughing?” He pulled his hand away from her throat, causing Anastasia to drop
slightly, her own hand moving to her throat, giving it a light rub.
“Seems my little concoction of herbs and bat saliva was a
little bit strong,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “To answer
your second question Godfrey, I find this all to be hilarious. I have my
sisters murderer stood in my kitchen having brought him back from the dead in
my birthday suit. I shoved your dead heart back into your dead body, you drank
bat saliva and now it is beating again. And all of this has happened because my
dearest cousin has an issue that only his damned Upir friend can sort. He owes
me big style for this stunt…”
Anastasia began muttering to herself in Romanian with Roman
merely standing there unable to understand a word she was saying.
“Can you speak in English please? I cannot understand a
fucking word you’re saying!” He shook his head as he spoke, glaring at the
brunette with his sparkling green orbs. Anastasia continued to mutter to
herself angrily, as if in some sort of a trance. “Jesus Christ will you stop?!”
Roman shouted, slamming his fist against the wall like a hammer, but, she
continued, not even blinking or reacting to the sudden noise. Roman had had it.
There was only one way to shut a woman up in his eyes and one way only.
Roman lunged forwards, wrapping both of his hands around
Anastasia’s cheeks and pulled her into him, crashing his lips onto hers.
Immediately, her Romanian babbling was silenced. Her eyes were wide, taken a
back at the fact that she, a Rumancek, sister to Destiny, was stood in her
kitchen, locking lips with Roman Godfrey, an Upir and her sisters murderer. How
had she gotten herself into this situation, she thought to herself.
Placing her palms flat on his chest, she pushed him away
before quickly placing her right hand over her lips, her eyes wide.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked,
removing her hand from her mouth.
“Shutting you up,” Roman said, moving forward once more,
grabbing Anastasia by the hips and pulling her into him, his lips once more
finding hers in a passionate and lust filled embrace.
Most of the lifetimes in your mind are blurry — but the one you can remember the most happened during the summer of 1840.
The images are sharp and vibrant as they flicker wildly inside your mind, like an opened pandora box that keeps bursting with stinging lights and thick shadows and too many memories. They do not stop, and suddenly you feel like too many people at once, merging under your skin and turning your gaze dark and your breaths heavy.
It takes you a few seconds to realize Yoongi is calling your name. The real Yoongi, the one who stands next to you as he finishes his second cigarette and glances at you with bright, curious eyes. He seems to notice your panicked expression right away, and you can only circle his wrist weakly with a trembling hand, noticing he’s too hot under your touch. Or maybe you are just too cold.
I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this this weekend, but it’s been sitting on my computer–finished, apparently–since last year so…it’s waited long enough. I started this back after 6x05–but ended up rewriting the whole thing once 6x06 aired (for the obvious reason that my original fic involved Killian & Henry deciding to hold onto the shears). Anyways, 6x05 raised the question–what could possibly make Emma change her mind about using the shears. And this happened. As always, this has been added to “The Lost Get Found” over on ff.net if that’s you preference. And also, as always, you know I love getting yelled at. (Though this maybe doesn’t qualify as angst???)
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Normally, Emma loved that her kitchen could fit her whole
Tonight, though, all those people just made her head throb
worse as they talked back and forth about the object she held in her hand. All of
them so caught up in the excitement of finally having the shears back in their
possession that none of them had noticed her silence.
“We could put them in the vault.” Regina paused
her pacing. “No one can get in there unless I let them.”
“That spell has been broken too many times,” her
dad shoots back. “We need something better. Somewhere no one will think to
“Maybe it’s not a somewhere that we need,” her mom
said, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. “Maybe it’s someone. Namely,
all of us.”
“What are you getting at?”
“The Evil Queen didn’t make her move until the shears
were no longer in anyone’s possession,” Snow said, sitting forward.
“Maybe if someone’s holding onto them, no one can steal them.”
David nodded. “So we all share the burden of holding
onto them and she has no way to know which of us has them.”
“Or she could just knock all of us out at once and
search our bodies at her leisure.” Killian’s hand on Emma’s shoulder
tightened a little, tension radiating down his arm even as his thumb rubbed
circles on the back of neck.
“Do you have a better idea?” Regina snapped.
Emma closed her eyes, her grip around the shears tightening.
Before anyone could say anything else, she stood, her chair screeching against
the tile floor.
Nightingale, quiet suitor, tortured tongueless in the night’s echo, your vibrant feathers lay scattered upon the kitchen floor's marble, your destiny: decadent delicacy dripping down the fat man’s chin.
“Sure, yeah. I’ll admit that in retrospect I can see how it might have been disrespectful. But look: how was I supposed to know? You carry some dainty little scrap of fabric around on your hip, you can’t get mad if a girl thinks it’s a hand towel. ‘Specially when it’s in such a convenient spot. Least I didn’t blow my nose on it.”
Pinches of dried herbs (choose from: thyme, rosemary, sage, basil, savory, marjoram, or combination)
Sea salt & black pepper
1 tbsp unbleached or whole what flour
½ - 1 cup vegetable broth
½ cup shredded cheese (optional)
Pie crust (handmade or storebought)
3 cups cooked mashed potatoes (optional)
Preheat oven to 350 F.
In a large saucepan, heat the olive oil and add any combination of the diced vegetables. Saute until tender; the cooked mixture should measure 2 - 3 cups.
To the sauteed vegetables, add any or all of the additional vegetables, to measure 1 - 2 cups when cooked (remember that greens will reduce in volume). Cook briefly to wilt the greens and heat frozen ingredients through.
Season with parsley, dried herbs, and salt and pepper to taste.
Sprinkle the mixture with flour. Stir well and simmer for a few minutes to allow the flour to cook, then add the vegetable breath, stirring until moist and thickened. At this stage, you may also add the cheese, if desired.
Place ingredients in a prepared round deep-dish pie plate. You may use a bottom crust, a top crust, or both, or no crust at all. If you decide to go crustless, top the pie with about 3 cups of cooked mashed potatoes.
You can cut or carve a symbol into the crust or potatoes, if you wish.
Bake your pie for 45 minutes, or until the crust is golden, and serve.
Serves 4 - 6.
[Recipe Source: Witch in the Kitchen, Cait Johnson, Destiny Books, 2001.]
I love that after the ‘Hello Patrick’, 'Hello Shelagh’ exchange in this scene, the next thing you hear is a tiny little 'AHJFWDVPX’ gulping noise from her (a gulp-ette?)
It’s like she’s getting adorably flustered just because he’s addressing her by her real name. Bless. :)