through the mind's eye

Departing Messages from the Divine

Aries: “Just keep running kid, don’t ever stop, even if you are scared, that’s what makes those stars collide”
Taurus: “I want you to appreciate the beauty in what I have created, and so you will find pleasure in every moment”
Gemini: “Watch what’s going on down there then come back and tell me everything they’re getting up to”
Cancer: “There is a time people will feel that I abandoned them, and I want you to take them in”
Leo: “I want you to be a showcase of my artistry and creative genius through your striking self expression”
Virgo: “Use those magic eyes and diamond mind to perceive the intricate detail in everything I have crafted. This is where you will find true beauty”
Libra: “Things will be hard down there. I want you to be everyone, so they can see the beauty of themselves in you, the spirit that softens hearts”
Scorpio: “I want you to become unafraid of coming back to me”
Sagittarius: “I will see you again, you will find me on earth, in your own way, I am waiting for you”
Capricorn: “I’ll walk side by side with you, you will be my second in command, together we will uphold the world”
Aquarius: “Promise me you will explore with ravishing ferocity that mind I created under moonlit madness”
Pisces: “People will become broken and wounded down there. I want you to offer your solace, because you smell of me, you will bring them home”

-C.

Seventeen:
The year started with innocence.
A girl with big, hazel eyes,
who believed in love.
Her dimples were as deep as the ocean.
Her mind was filled with ambition and her body had never been touched.
That girl slowly slipped away as he entered her system.
Vodka swam through her veins
Drugs began clouding her mind.
Her eyes became blood shot.
Her body never became familiar with his touch.
Instead her body became an instrument to give to boys who may help her forget him.
She never forgot.
Every kiss made her crave his lips.
Every time she dropped to her knees she wished it was in front of him.
Every black out came with phone calls to him.
Desperate texts.
Tears.
She tried to forget him, but somehow at seventeen one person can change your life.
—  Seventeen
Red

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hi can I request a Draco x Metamorphmagus!reader? She’s in slytherin and Draco likes to tease her because every time she sees him her hair turns a deep red and he doesn’t know what it means so he tease her. And he continues to do that until he sees her hair start to turn blue. Deep red means she likes him and blue means that she’s sad. Draco finds out through hermione because she’s couldn’t see her friends feeling get hurt by him anymore. So angst and fluff I hope u don’t mind!!

Originally posted by nellaey

Draco watches the room through lidded eyes, surveying the on goings of his peers. He vaguely registers that Pansy is prattling away about something next to him but he can’t find it in him to care. He’s searching for someone specific – someone wonderful. Honestly, the only person in the school that he truly cares about. “Dracy!” Pansy’s shrill voice pierces his ears and he starts, glaring at her. “What?” he snaps. Pansy doesn’t back down from his clear irritation and places one of her hands on his arm. Draco frowns down at it as she continues, “Did you hear what I said?” Draco jostles his arm, making her hand fall off, and opens his mouth with every intention of telling her that no, he wasn’t listening to whatever drivel was spewing out of her mouth, when he’s interrupted by a soft voice.

“Hi, Draco.” He glances up and smiles, glad that he finally found her – the only person that he can stand. “Y/N?” He phrases her name as a question, adopting a smirk on his face and enjoying the sight of her locks slowly shifting to a deep red. He has to say, the color really suits her. “I was just wondering if you can help me with my arithmancy essay,” she says in the same soft tone as before. “Really?” Draco asks loudly, his smirk getting even more pronounced and the volume of his statement attracting the attention of most of the students in the common room. He waits until everyone’s full attention is on him before continuing. “Come on, Y/N, that subject is so easy. If you need help, maybe you shouldn’t be taking it in the first place.” He grins up at her as her cheeks adopt a color very similar to her hair, listening to the snickers surrounding them, but his attention is suddenly diverted by a loud screech from besides him – Pansy’s signature laugh. He turns to glare at her and thankfully the force of his expression quiets her, but when he turns back around, Y/N is gone.

Y/N walks down the corridor, her hair slowly changing back to its normal color. I don’t know why I even asked him, she thinks. As the tears that were previously lurking in her eyes start to roll down her cheeks, she stares at the floor and walks even faster than before. “Y/N!” She pauses at the sound of the voice, hardly daring to believe it, and wipes the tears off her face before turning around to meet Draco’s grinning face. He glances at her hair and smirks some more, making Y/N curse her rapidly changing appearance. “Why’d you run off like that?” he asks, and she opens her mouth to respond, but he cuts her off quickly. “I wasn’t finished, you know.” Y/N’s brow furrows as she stares at him. “W-what?” she stammers, lifting a hand and nervously patting down her hair. Draco grins at her then puts on an expression of faux disapproval. “You know, it’s rude to walk away when someone’s talking to you… but no matter. I was going to say that if you’re having trouble with a subject that easy, you don’t belong here at all. Y/N’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, her heart beating so loud that Dumbledore can probably hear it from his quarters. She stands stock still, unable to open her mouth for fear of bursting into tears immediately, and stares at the snickering boy in front of her.

All of a sudden, though, Draco’s laughs turn into confused stammers. “Y-your hair…?” he trails off and tentatively lifts a hand to point at her head. Y/N fingers a lock of hair and brings it around her face to look at. The minute she sees it, she turns on her heels and practically runs away, leaving a confused Draco behind her. Why was it blue?


“Malfoy!” Draco starts at the sound of his name being called and whirls around to face the perpetrator. When he sees who it is, his face contorts into a glare. “Granger,” he sneers, narrowing his eyes at the girl. “To what do I owe the pleasure, you filthy –”  Hermione turns red with anger but manages to cut him off with a quick, “Shut up, Malfoy.” She continues, glaring at Draco and his self-satisfied smirk. “I’m only talking to you for Y/N.” Hearing that name, Draco’s smug expression is immediately replaced by one of concern. It’s been three days since he’s talked to her and even seen her… he’d be lying if he were to say that he isn’t worried. “I-is she okay?” he inquires tentatively. “I haven’t seen her lately.” Hermione simply crosses her arms over her chest and levels him with a stare. “Granger! Answer me!” She rolls her eyes at Draco’s anger but finally responds to the question. “She got fed up with your teasing, you arse. She came to me crying, her hair blue, and –” “What does that mean?”

Hermione stops, slightly confused at Draco’s interruption. “What does blue hair mean?” Hermione heaves a huge and slightly overdramatic sigh. “It means sadness. Obviously. Blue means sadness, green means jealousy, red means love, yellow means –” “Did you just say that red means love?” Draco asks incredulously, his eyes widening in shock. Hermione pauses in the midst of counting all the different colors on her fingers and nods her head slightly in irritation. “As I was saying, yellow means –” But she’s interrupted yet again by the loud sound of receding footsteps, and when she looks up, Draco’s long gone, turning the far corner of the corridor.


Draco pushes the door open with his sweaty palms, panting heavily and trying to get his breathing under control as he scans the room for any sign of Y/N. But his search is cut short when he’s suddenly yanked and pressed against the wall. He glares down at the simpering culprit, level with his waistline. Pansy. Of course. “What are you doing?” he bites out through clenched teeth, trying to push her off, but the girl just leans against him even harder. “I haven’t seen you for so long, Dracy!” The high pitch of her shrill voice makes him wince and he’s turning his head away in an effort to look over her head when he finally sees her. Y/N. It seems like everything slows down as he watches her walk across the room, his eyes widening as he takes in her form – the form of the girl he misses so much. And then she leaves; he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings again, especially of the girl hanging onto him. With one strong motion, he pushes her off for good and, ignoring her squeals and the stares from around the room, hurtles into the hallway.

“Y/N! Shit –” Draco stumbles over his own feet in his haste to catch up to the girl, almost face planting in the corridor. He catches himself at the last moment and when he glances up again, Y/N has stopped walking and she’s staring at him with a mixture of confusion and amusement. The moment their eyes meet, though, Y/N’s hair shifts, changing to a deep blue. The sight makes Draco’s heart pang and he clears his throat, walking towards the statuesque girl. “Y/N…” She doesn’t say anything in response or even to acknowledge that she heard him – she simply looks at him, waiting. “I-I’m sorry.” The slytherin prince clears his throat – he’s never apologized before and the words get stuck in his throat, so he tries again. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” Her eyes soften at his attempts and her lips almost turn up into a smile. The sight encourages Draco and spurs him to continue. “Listen, love, I didn’t mean what I said. I – I don’t know why I did it, I shouldn’t have, and I’m honestly –” Y/N cuts his ramblings off by placing a finger over his mouth. He raises his eyes to meet hers, and then stops cold when he gazes just a little higher – at her luscious red hair. He smiles around her finger, gently taking her wrist in his hand and pulling it away from his mouth. He takes his time, gliding his fingers over the inside of her wrist and slowly intertwining their fingers before finally speaking. “Red really suits you.”

Things that I dream about hearing during The Talk™ that will happen Later™:

  • Vex asking how long he’s felt that way about her and Percy confusedly answering “Well, since the dungeon.” and Vex going “What, in Whitestone?” and Percy, even more confused, going “No - Stillben…?”
Everyone in your life is loving you right now, to the best of their ability.
Their hearts are as closed or as open as they can possibly be right now.

Everyone is dealing with sorrows, fears and joys you may never know. Seeking love in their own way.

When you’re trying to get love from others, it really matters how open or closed their hearts are today.
You go to war with them, trying to crack them open.

When you’re not seeking love, but instead knowing love as your own true nature, feeling the source of love in your own brilliant heart, you are free, and the battle for love ends.

You can now let others love you in their own unique way. However ‘limited’ that may seem to the mind.

Because through the eyes of abundance, even limited love is a blessing. An open heart is a miracle, yes, but a closed heart is also to be honoured.

So you can let others love you as much as they do.

You are no longer a beggar for love.
For you know the true source of love:
YOU.
—  Jeff Foster
Deeper in Love || Jack Maynard Imagine

I take a deep breath and smooth down the non-excitant wrinkles in my suit.

“Mate take a breath if you faint before you say ‘i do’ ill kill you,” Conor say into my ear slapping his hand on my back.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous, like what if she backs out?” I ask nerves taking over my mind.

“Jack, were stood at the alter just waiting for Y/N to be ready to walk down the aisle, she’s not backing out,” Conor say hand still on my shoulder, I take a deep breath and compose myself. I hear the music start and the doors at the end of the church opening. My eyes make their way from my feet to the gorgeous girl walking down between the rows of our families. Memories of our lives together flashing through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. She’s wearing a beautiful long white dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. My chest swells with pride that after today she will be mine forever more.

“She looks gorgeous mate,” I vaguely hear Conor say. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of her and my love for her.

My eyes are locked on her words silently spoken between us. When she finally stops in front of me, I look towards the man that I am taking her off. I hold my hand out for him to shake but instead he hugs me, “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He says simply I pull away from him and offer him a nervous smile. He kisses Y/N’s cheek and takes his seat in the front row next to her mother.

“Hi,” She says softly.

“Hi,” I wink.

“Jack Maynard and Y/F/N L/N, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here today to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you,” I grin over at Y/N, “The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.”

My smile only widens, “Jack has decided that he wants to surprise his gorgeous partner with his own vows.” The priest says.

“So somehow I’ve managed to write and memorize my vows without you knowing,” I laugh.

“That’s not fair,”

“You are the one girl, I’ve ever taken home to meet my parents, even though at first we were sixteen and just friends I knew that something more would blossom from it,” I watch as tears appear in my gorgeous finance’s eyes, “I once asked you 'How would you feel if I told you that I loved you ?’ I knew at sixteen that it was just something that I wanted to do.”

I inhale softly, “I’m taking my time, spending life, falling deeper in love with you. One of my favorite memories of us is the story of our first kiss, I know how cute am I?” I ask making her laugh, “We were sitting on Mikey’s roof, after a party, I had my arms wrapped tightly around you, we were watching the sun replace the moon, and you asked me, 'Are you going to kiss me or do I have to kiss you?’ so I leaned in and kissed you and every single day since then I have made sure to place my lips on yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, “Oh I wish that I could kiss you right now,” she says exasperatedly. Making our friends and family laugh.

“Jack and Y/N, the time has come to forget all the stress of planning this day and simply enjoy your friends and family who have gathered to spend this day with you. This group of loved ones will, likely, never be together in the same place again. Through quiet reflection and nostalgia, think about how each person has touched your life and why they are here with you today.”

“Do you Jack choose Y/N to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” I smile tears gathering in my eyes.

“Do you Y/N choose Jack to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” She says eyes locked with mine.

“Now for the rings,” The priest says, “Jack and Y/N have practiced and hopefully memorized the words to say here.” We laugh and nod our heads.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live,” I say placing a simple gold band on her fourth finger, she’s almost a Maynard.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live.” She says placing an identical band on my finger.

“Jack?” The priest says catching my attention, “You may now kiss your bride.” I grin widely to all of our friends and family. Before placing my lips on Y/N’s, I dip her slightly the cheers of our friends and family falling silent on my ears all of my focus on the gorgeous girl who is now my wife.

A strange, beautiful woman

Self perception and image are two concepts that remain intriguing and immensely prevalent throughout my life. Bewildering is the fact that the majority of people I know have a negative self image. Comparing ourselves to others while simultaneously putting ourselves and others down creates a distorted breeding ground of competition.

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Unarmed (Part 3)

Summary: You and a small team infiltrate a mysterious Hydra base, and things do not go according to plan.

You are a gifted empath, meaning you can sense the emotions of those around you and even sense emotions connected to objects. You escaped Hydra, who used you as an interrogator because of your empathetic abilities.

Word Count: 3,993

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mentions of violence/trauma

A/N: Here’s the final part! It’s long enough I probably could have cut it up but I said three parts and I’m sticking to that. Also, THANK YOU for 600 followers. You guys are amazing.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Muffled shouting.

Flashes of red hair and a gleaming shield.

The unmistakable sound of gunfire.

Shallow breaths and a terrible, agonized shout.

“Stay with me, (Y/N)!”

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the signs through my eyes
  • aries: fiery. such snappy people, quick-witted and fierce. stubborn and hypocrites. lovable. kind. humorous. hard working. my right hand.
  • taurus: they remind me of tiny, garden fairies. sweet and short. determined. brunettes with green eyes. i want to run my hands through their soft hair.
  • gemini: intelligent, curious. sometimes i see so much of myself in them. they never bore me, i wish to runaway with one and get away from this place someday.
  • cancer: gentle. understanding. strong. everyone should give them their favorite flowers and run through the fields with them. held my hand through the toughest times.
  • leo: biggest hearts and the brightest minds with twinkling eyes. total babes. defensive, lazy, and sassy. a shoulder to lean on no matter what. kings and queens.
  • virgo: they remind me of old, tall trees and wise owls. sometimes i get the feeling that they resent me. passionate and loyal. quiet but when they talk about something they are passionate about: it's fascinating.
  • libra: breathtakingly beautiful and surprisingly competitive. snotty. i never met one that got along with me. delicate grace, in their actions and words.
  • scorpio: drama queens. partner in crime. their eyes are intrusive. care about other people more than themselves. lost. constant bickering with everyone.
  • sagittarius: wandering. quieter than most people assume. a good friend and pro at abandoning. can easily be persuaded to take the wrong path.
  • capricorn: i could fall in love with one. hilarious and charming. hide a lot of pain. their mind is beautiful. i wish to trace their spine. their laughter echoes in your heart. mean and so rude.
  • aquarius: ditzy and confused. we talk about the universe and god and life and death for hours. green hair. something out of a dream. only care about themselves. always something going on in their head.
  • pisces: curious about the human mind, the world, and the stars. soft hearted, but also insensitive. hurtful. i could travel the whole world with them and make snow angels for days.
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(Request by anon: ehi! can you write an imagine based on the song ’ Shape of you ’ by Ed Sheeran? 💞 thank you so much!)


Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Fluff?

Also, this is gonna be from Spencer’s pov:)

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~ I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do ~


His eyes opened, squinting as the morning light shone through the curtains. Rubbing his eyes, the memories of last night flashed through his mind making him smile.


~ Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body ~


The night before was a passionate blur. Tender kisses and gentle touches. The first night Spencer and (Y/N) made love.


~ And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you ~


Spencer looked over to his side where (Y/N) lay sleeping, the white sheets half covering her body. He loved every part of her.

The way her (Y/H/C) tumbled over her shoulders, the way each curve of her body swayed as she walked. He loved how every stretch mark, every scar told a story. He loved her cellulite even when she didn’t, he told her she was beautiful even when she didn’t believe it herself.

Spencer rolled over closer to (Y/N), adjusting the bedsheets so that she wasn’t cold before wrapping his arm around her waist. He let his nose get lost in her loose hair, breathing in her perfume.

~ Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body ~


He let his fingers trail up and down her arm as he lay beside her. He gently tucked loose strands of her hair off her face, stopping when he noticed a small birthmark behind her ear. Smiling to himself, he traced it with his index finger.


~ Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me ~


(Y/N) shifted in her slumber, rolling over to face Spencer. She snuggled closer to her lover’s warmth, her head resting on his bare chest.

Pulling her closer, Spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head.


“I love you.”

Hannibal Rewatch meets Hannibal Advent: Fromage

Hannibal

Will.

Bach pulses through his mind, each tremulous note a single word, repeated. Will. Eyes locked on the doorway.

Pretending - to be upset about the broken bodies and bloodstains on the carpet (although one niggle - blood’s hellishly difficult to remove).

Not pretending - to yearn for the face he cherishes above all others to appear.

Carefully he picks up shards of recent conversation, turns them over in his mind. 

Possibility of friendship…

Requires trust…

What I want…

Someone worthy…

Guilt, unfamiliar, pricks. Then relief, overwhelming. Will, alive. Will, concerned and tender. Smiling. Hannibal sighs, eyes glistening surety.

Trusted.

Wanted.

Worthy.

Will.

Will

Another crime scene; another body count. As always, Will tunes out Jack’s grouching and the organised chaos of police, FBI, First Responders. But no pendulum today; no urge to recreate Budge’s spiteful finale. Will’s only thought is for the traumatised man whose relief-filled gaze snared him the moment he walked in.

Hannibal.

Everything else fades away as he perches on the edge of the desk and notes with concern the blood streaks on Hannibal’s forehead. Squashes the urge to grab a med-kit and clean him up a bit.

It’s enough to be here for him.

It’s enough to be close. 

We’ve bred a society too easily offended, too quickly to judge, too moved to action without thinking things through.

Shut up, sit down, open your hearts, your eyes, your minds, let your souls start realizing it’s more what we give and less what we take, more about learning from mistakes that we make, less about feeling the victim again in order to make others feel more horrid in shame.

I’m relearning it’s less about the bullshit I’ve bought into. Love me, hate me, believe me or don’t. You’ll still follow your leaders as long as you won’t hurt the feelings of majority rules.

While the world falls apart…

— 

Sometimes we need to light the spark to watch the world burn…screw it.

-H. Murcia 9:21PM 2/16/2017

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he sees her, and pauses. from nowhere, a series of moments run through his mind’s eye. they’d saved each other once, and then she’d had to run. but he’d vowed to spend the rest of forever finding her again. strange, he thinks. he’s never met this woman before, but he finds himself drawn to her, inexplicably. or perhaps, there is a reason after all. regardless; she is going to look up at him in a heartbeat or two, and he’s certain of only one thing - he thinks he will know those eyes. thinks he will love them.

a sleeping hook season one au - hook and aurora save each other in the enchanted forest, but never reunite before the dark curse hits, wiping their memories of each other

to @magicalwisher, from your secret santa <3 hope you had a lovely christmas, and that you have a wonderful 2017!

I can't seem to stay away from you

#72: “I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”
#420: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
#500: “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Modern AU

“Let’s do something tonight!”
You and Alex both had the night off, and you were trying to steer him away from doing more work.
That man was nonstop, and that’s one of the MANY reasons why you loved him.
He looked up at you, and raised an eyebrow.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well…”
Your eyes combed through the room, and landed on something at last.
“Mario Kart! Let’s play!”
“Y/N… Don’t you remember what happened last time we played Mario?”
Your mind flashed to the broken controller and the flipped coffee table. You cringed.
“I promise I won’t get overly competitive. This time.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Right. Like I believe you.”
But he was reaching for his controller, and you knew you had won.
You grinned, and flopped down on the couch.
“I call picking the course, because you forced me into playing this.”
“No! You’re gonna pick Rainbow Road, just because you know I’m terrible at it!”
“Touché. You better get a good car or else it won’t even be a competition.”
You pouted, and picked your F/C car. As soon as the race started, Alex hit you with a shell and sped ahead.
“Mother-”
You kept up with him at a reasonably large margin, until you got a red shell in the beginning of the 3rd round.
You grinned as you hit Alexander straight on.
He screamed, and you laughed as you sped past him. You were ahead of him and you only had quarter of the way till you won.
That was until, he got the blue shell.
When you got hit, Alexander sped right past you and the finish line. You threw down your controller as Alex danced around the room.
“That was a bitch move Hamilton!”
“I know, but I did what I had to.”
“Whatever. That was mean. You’re lucky I’m not cracking your controller again. I’m going to bed.”
“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”
“Yep. Goodnight.”
You flung yourself on your bed, and tried to sleep. But you just kept tossing and turning, with no Alex to cuddle up against. Your blankets were warm, but you felt cold.
After about an hour of that bullshit, you covered your face with your pillow and groaned. You were definitely not getting any sleep tonight, no matter how hard you’d try.
At least, not without Alexander next to you.
God, you were addicted to that man. You couldn’t stay away for even an hour without going into panic mode.
You put on your robe and socks, and creaked open your door. You peeked into the living room, and Alexander was there on his laptop. You sighed, and quietly made your way downstairs, sitting down next to him, making him jump slightly.
“Sorry. I can’t sleep.”
You wrapped your arms around him.
“Me neither.”
You sat on his lap so you were straddling him, and buried your face in his neck.
“I’m sorry. It’s just Mario Kart, nothing worth you not sleeping in the bed with me. Besides, I can’t sleep without you next to me.”
You yawned, and rubbed your eyes.
Alexander tightened his arms around you, and laughed.
“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
He closed his laptop, and picked you up. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body, and kissed his cheek, then noticed him blushing.
“Why’re you blushing?”
He looked at you as he sat you down, and mumbled something.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
“I’m just not used to someone like you kissing someone like me.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Alex, you’ve literally had sex with me. Get used to it.”
He smiled as you climbed into bed, and cuddled next to you.
You put your head on his chest, and he stroked your hair.
“Will you stay?”
You asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“You won’t leave me? Ever?”
He tilted your chin upwards.
“Never.”
You kissed his lips softly, and laid back down, your eyes fluttering shut.
But just as you were drifting off, you heard Alexander whisper,
“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Some Blinky and Arrrggggh headcanons because they’re very, very sweet. (And this show needs more attention.)

  • Troll relationships are fluid, and above all, private. There isn’t really a word for the sort of long term partnership they have, but most of Troll Market agrees that they’re “obnoxious”.  
  • Please, you don’t have to be around each other twenty-four seven, cut it out. 
  • It takes Jim a few weeks to figure out they’re romantically involved. Hilariously it takes Toby about the same amount of time to realize that they’re not actually married. 
  • Kids are out of the question, because Arrrgggh has a lot of long standing issues he’s still working through, but they don’t mind babysitting now and again. They kept an eye on Draal a lot when he was a kid, and Blinky happily plays with any children who end up coming to Trollmarket with their parents. 
  • They were both fairly young during the times of Deya, basically dumb troll twenty-somethings, but Arrrrgggh was already in the middle of things due to being raised as part of Gunmar’s army and Blinky was very enthusiastic about helping the side of good. It took them a long time after the war to readjust mentally to peacetime, since their entire adolescence was defined by Gunmar’s reign of terror. 
  • Arrrgggh took a whole decade in the 1500s off to reconnect with his tribe, and Blinky was impossibly fussy the entire time he was gone. The Trollhunter back then, a lovely- if overly stern- lady, assigned him all sorts of busywork just to keep him from driving everyone else up the wall. 
  • The respect they get has waned as the years have gone on and trolls have forgotten the devastation of the war, but they were quite the heroes back in the day. Blinky, who had won Gunmar’s best general over to their side, and Arrrgggh, who singlehandedly turned the tide of battle. The unlikely saviors of the hour, who no one expected would rush in and help all of them. They made for awkward heroes though, and are happy to be brushed aside… well, mostly. Blinky does still bristle when younger trolls, born long after the chaos of Gunmar, make fun of Trollmarket’s biggest pacifist or some of Blinky’s more out there theories. 
  • Blinky was a lot more talkative as a young person. He would chatter for hours about whatever was on his mind or his latest theories about how the earthworm vendors were changing the prices on him, and Arrrggh was one of the few people who could listen to him talk for as long as he wanted. They’d sit together and Blinky would talk, or read a loud, while Arrrggh practiced his deep breathing. 
  • Arrrggh’s language skills were a work in progress for the first few centuries. He just didn’t get the early childhood development needed to work in words. He and Blinky developed a complicated system of stares, blinks, nods, facial expressions, and gentle touches in the meantime, and are still quite good at communicating silently. Blinky made sure to talk enough for both of them, where other people were concerned. 
  • Blinky’s tattoos- the carvings on his chest and arms- didn’t go on until after Deya. He always had a panicky disposition, which didn’t lend itself well to the intensive process of body carvings. Arrrggh held his hand the entire time and he still talked the artist’s ear off. 
  • Arrrggh keeps an eye out for books he thinks Blinky would like, and Blinky returns the favor by getting him new moss beds or crystal growing kits. Anything meditative. 

The Dream Key

Peer through the looking glass – into the mind – and cast an eye to the dreamscape. A witch has a thousand eyes, and through this one, the dreams of others might be seen or affected. Use it wisely. Scratch identical sigils on two slips of paper and stash them between the pillows to share dreams – or place under a scrying surface (water works best) to walk in their mind.