with a small child

The Lost Boy by Anastasia Heublein

This is one of my newest characters created for a tabletop campaign that is still in its early stages. His name is Lyari Rilynzea, and he is/was an eladrin/high-elf who survived the murder of his parents, and his subsequent capture by a Hag when he was still a small child. He escaped, still bearing a mark from the ordeal, and ended up in a human city. There, he found shelter with a band of urchins, and he’s since become quite a little thief. He is very magically inclined, but doesn’t have much control over it, and his behavior is much more like that of a human than an elf. He’s not exactly popular with the authorities.

If You Were There, Beware

Originally posted by 4lcooliz4d4

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: You could write about Michael and the reader married at a young age and have a child before moving to Small Heath and finding Polly?

This is going to have multiple parts. As always, let me know what you guys think!

Y/N peered out of the kitchen window, drying her hands on a cloth. There was a well dressed man talking to a perplexed Henry. Henry looked to the ground, still listening, but Y/N didn’t like the look he had. Nor did she like the look of the fellow speaking to her husband. Henry gave a nod in the direction of the house, the other man looked at Y/N in the window. He gave her a small smile and a polite nod, yet she stayed stoic.

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To Be Enough (Lin/Reader)

ayo, first hamilcast x reader fic! please leave a review and feel free to send in a request (prompt list here if you want to use that) for anon who requested it.

Prompt: You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?

Warnings: None

Length: 629 words

Note: I’m sure Lin’s dad is really nice but for the purposes of this fic, he’s a bit against things. 

Reviews are better than musicals! 

You arrived home late that afternoon — slightly worn out yet happy all the same. Over the course of the day, you had discovered your new habit of placing your hand on the small, barely visible bump of your stomach. This brought you a new sort of excitement, knowing your baby was in there.

Your baby. Your child. You and Lin’s creation, the small part of yourselves you were going to give to the world.

Again, you smiled, unable to hide it as you stepped through the front door, pulling the key out the lock and kicking your shoes off. You heard a small littering of voices throughout the house and decided to keep quiet, knowing Lin had probably invited someone round to keep him company on his day off. For the past week, he had been endlessly energetic, constantly trying to pamper you and shower you with affection.

Sure, you loved it, but the feeling was sometimes overbearing. That, and the small glimpse into how he might react when the baby actually arrived.

You still had a long way to go until then.

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Distractions don’t do much anymore
But without any at all trying to sleep is
Close the eyes and the mind rewinds
And the memories flicker on like an old film
And each memory makes my ribs curl in
Like those Venus Fly Trap plants
Except all my ribs want is to crush
My lungs and heart and anything else
the teeth of my ribs can find.
And I whisper
“Please stop, just stop, just stop, stop”
But the memories keep going
And just like old films,
The memories catch on fire
And my eyes burn, everything burns
I know what’s happening
but I can’t stop it all
I can’t stop the small child
from crying inside my bruised rose heart
And so I cry so the child can breathe
Even though I know crying
Doesn’t do anything
It never did

acebeatriz  asked:

Everything makes sense when you realize the Lego movie takes place in the mind of a small child. But does that mean that Lego Batman also takes place in the child's mind...? They share a universe. But then again there's the implication that the Legos have a certain sentience too. In the Lego movie didn't Emmett "move" in the real wold?

this is getting too deep for me, this conspiracy, it’s in everything

anonymouspersonontheinternet  asked:

*goes on tiptoes to pat Yuri's head* Listen, small angry child (I get that you're taller that me but LET'S JUST IGNORE THAT FOR A SECOND ok) you were being completely juvenile by starting that argument with Otabek. *runs away from angry Yuri* BYEEEEEEEE! *runs into Otabek and falls on ass* Wtf dude! You're like a brick wall! No, seriously, I've run into a bajillion brick walls. I should know. *hears Angry Yuri shouting* *starts crawling away*

But… he started it though…. does the plushy comment mean nothing anymore?

Fine, Beka, I’ll…. forgive you.  I don’t think I was being juvenile if anything the comment you made was juvenile but I don’t want you leaving while we are fighting.  And… maybe.  MAYBE I overreacted…. a teensy bit.  BUT THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME JUVENILE OK??!?

Ummm…. ok?  I’ve been called worse than a brick wall tho, so it’s ok.  

And Yuri, thanks.  Let’s forget the whole damn plushy thingie and move forward.  I meant it in a completely endearing way, though.  It’s ok… you can be you.  No one’s going to stop loving you because of it.

I sorta got the mentality of a child. 

Very small and ordinary achievements make me too excited like “LOOK, I DID LAUNDRY TODAY” and people just nod awkwardly like, bro, listen, it takes me an absurd amount of energy to act like a “normal” person, let me enjoy this little moment of personal success. Fill my rapidly receding ego.

@pokemontrainerrae @trainerkit

Rae: Is there a point where those converge or is it just a realization or something? I’m no idea what all my feelings even mean because I’ve never had any form of crush before. I was teased as a small child so didn’t like anyone and then I was so involved with music I thought of nothing else Isabelle: I don’t know Rae, love is different for everyone

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.