#but thank you 💖💗💞💕💓💗💞💕💖💗💓💖

[tohruies]

“coco, do you mind if i hold your hand for a while?”

“h-huh?! um, yes!”

“oh… alright then, forgive me for being so forward.”

“wait, sorry, i mean— no, of course, i don’t!! um! sorry, i don’t mind! i don’t mind if we held hands at all…”

“… you’re, um, endearingly reactive.”

— THANK YOU SO MUCH NICK FREN!!! 🥺💖 for bringing yaoco ‘first date’ to life :’3 in your most beautiful cutieful art style :’’3 @scarameownya nick is so awesome to work with; he is exceptionally talented and communicative!! his eye for details is impeccable and he always strives to tell a story through his art which is so very lovely 🥺 you should absolutely consider commissioning him whenever he has open slots hehe YAY!!!!

[eatsbooks]

How does Eris feel about cassian?

pre-acosf i think eris disdained him in the same way you might a small splinter in the side of your thumb. the majority of the time you don't even realize it's there — but then sometimes it catches on a thread or you rub against it the wrong way, and the pain is fleeting but sharp and unexpected, and no matter how you hold it to the light, no matter how you try to get it out, no matter that you think it finally gone, it stays stuck in there. maybe even gets shoved in deeper. it's similar to how eris feels about rhysand or azriel antagonizing him about the morrigan incident, except i think with cassian there's the added — you're the one who fucked her; your actions are what got her butchered at all. how can you revile me when your role in this is far worse? how is it my fault you didn't have the foresight to know how the game would be played, and i have no recourse but to play it? but cassian not knowing how to play the political game doesn't really affect eris yet, so that manifests more as just a general lack of respect / discounting any opinion cassian has as uninformed. plus of all the inner circle, i think cassian has the most moral righteousness. his shame is tied to his being a bastard, not really to any actions he has taken himself, so he doesn't know the shame of being Bad like azriel and rhysand do. this makes his interactions with eris, who doesn't really attribute morality to things / doesn't have the luxury of holding morality in high regard, even more unpleasant to deal with. plus plus general illyrian / lesser fae prejudice.

post-acosf... i'm sure sjm is going to make him seek nc validation and absolution as part of his character / redemption arc, but eye think eris wants to burn cassian specifically to an absolute crisp. throughout acosf, eris is constantly insulted and antagonized; has crucial information about the trove withheld from him by his chosen allies, while he is offering information they could not get elsewhere; is publicly made a fool of by his allies when they dangle nesta in front of him despite the open secret of her being cassian's mate; has his guards (who he got captured by because he cared so much for them that he refused to raise a hand against them when he easily could have killed them BTW) slaughtered and then tortured by said allies; gets captured and has his bodily autonomy stripped from him just to bait the night court; and then cassian has the audacity to call eris a coward after he endures his father's torture to preserve night court interests and alliances. like holy shit, u kno? and if i missed anything it would only further my point. eris overextends himself on behalf of the night court throughout that entire book and sees literally nothing in return. not even any real change in their opinion of him. just a scrap of cassian thinking he might be a good person, then insulting him for ... some reason? again, that constant air of moral superiority from cassian that eris cannot stand, weaponized at what is maybe the worst time to do so — when eris has just had the longstanding vulnerability of his abuse exposed in his efforts to protect those who only show him ingratitude and resentment. sooo yeah, i think eris would happily see cassian reduced to a pile of ashes, especially since he was the talking piece for the nc throughout acosf.

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[yoohyeon]

‘’𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮’’

Leigh-Anne Pinnock - My Love ft.Ayra Starr (2023)

Do not repost! Happy birthday Em @librapropaganda ily 🫶❤️

[dykesevika]

(sorry for the big white spot i didn’t know what else to draw hsisnxhshx)

I love Ruby sm, she’s so cute 😭 I just had to draw her. (+ bonus, her and my oc Cory interacting!)

OH MY GOD HELLOOOOOO.? THESE ARE SO GOD DAMM CUTE .MY GODDD ????? Oh my god oh my godd my goddd I'm gonna cry. I am crying. omg .

Ohhh I am so giggly thank you so much, this just made my day week month and year 😭🫶

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[theleseroftwoweevils]

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[starryluminary]

Amy Rose thank you for granting me the blessing of learning how to draw you

[uhohdad]

SO I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE FIRST THOUGHT IS HOW DARE YOU

H O W

DARE

YOU

(affectionate)

SECOND.

:C

THIRDLY.

You wrote so much for us and so well omg I hope you get some rest. Your hands must be sore from all the fire they're producing.

This is my favourite series. I keep coming back to reread the other parts. Part 3 was my favourite of the series. It was so nice and sweet. A fun little breath of air. The waterfall? Perfection. The ending? Had me wanting to throw my phone across the room ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

I can't wait to read the last part :') :') :')

Sending you lots of love and encouragement 🫶🏼💕💖✨

i hope you know that it literally means the world to me that my work means this much to you. i’m over the moon that y’all see my works the way i see them fr. it’s actually bonkers <3 🥹🥹🥹💗🩷💞💕

Been working on The Aftermath a lot today!! sorry if i haven’t been posting enough writing lmao just tryna crank this baddie out. so honored y’all are excited for it 😭

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Thank you thank you thank you @babysgarage for this STUNNING holiday gift! 💙 Usually I just hoard Ana's amazing art for myself but she kindly gave me permission to share this and I simply had to because Look At Them!!!

[khihi]

Hello there! It's been a while since I did this so, may I offer you some

✨Muca Spam✨

oh you know kitty spam is always welcome in this house ‼‼

[napoftustar]

your_home_숩 ☆

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

I see your tags on the Wocky and Alita art, I would love to hear your thoughts on Alita actually!

I only need one person to show interest in what I have to say for me to talk forever and ever, thank you. HAHA Okay, in seriousness, this won't be as thorough/long as the Klavier post because... there really isn't much to her, but I find it extremely interesting how Alita falls into the same category of witnesses as April May and Dahlia without being — and I mean no offence to her when I say this — stunning? Like, with April and Dahlia, there's a very clear mass appeal to them which most people point out. Contrariwise, Alita's appearance is really only commented on by Trucy, and just glancing at her portrait, you can see that, without her slightly outlandish fashion, she's frankly nothing to write home about.

So why am I discussing this? Surely it's a little reductive to analyse female characters beginning with their appearances? Usually, yes, but that's the thing about this category of witnesses: their pretty faces aren't just pretty faces.

For April and Dahlia, their beauty is part of their arsenal. It functions as both their defence and their weapon of choice; they know how to wield it to bring people under their heel. Alita being ordinarily pretty instead of drop-dead gorgeous deprives her of that weapon and leads you to wonder how she became a mafia heiress to begin with. It also parallels her to Mimi Miney in a way that goes beyond the 'murderous nurse who worked for and killed her awful boss' comparison you get on the surface. Presumably, Alita, like Mimi, only got to where she was because she managed to fool the people around her into believing she was less dangerous than she actually is. Mimi did this by feigning stupidity and inviting people to underestimate her. Alita seems to do this by showing them what they want to see.

When she first meets Apollo and Trucy, Alita stays quiet and spends more time listening to them than she does talking. Once she has a hold on who they are, then she slips into her persona, and I find it interesting how she doesn't even attempt to come across as particularly delicate or lovelorn? Instead she goes for the relatively typical role of a distressed, indulgent loved one earnestly entreating Apollo for help. I'm inclined to say she does this because her read on Apollo makes her realise that he'd likely be exasperated or annoyed by such a person; but it's also almost as if she knows she doesn't have the disposition to pull off that frail, damsel-in-distress archetype and has resigned herself to being ordinary. Like how she looks. The next time she has to reapply her persona, Alita's appearing in court, and again she makes subtle adjustments that best suit her situation. The judge is old, so she takes a chance on expressing her dedication as a wife while balancing her dedication as a righteous citizen, which works. But oddly enough, despite her successes, I don't think Alita is actually good? At donning disguises? Everyone I've seen discuss this case has been able to guess almost immediately that she's the culprit, and maybe we're just prepped by past characters like her that have appeared, but I don't think she's even that convincing in the game.

Both the identities she assumes are risky manoeuvres that happen to fall in her favour, and she's not particularly dedicated to maintaining the front. When she asks Apollo to be Wocky's defence, she admits that marrying him is largely a chance at a more exciting life than some great love story; Plum Kitaki straight up says that there's a darkness in Alita she doesn't like, despite how docile Alita behaves in front of her; and Wocky has moments where he slips up and calls her things like, "imposter" and "fallen angel", implying that at least subconsciously, he knows she's not what she makes herself out to be. Even her general mannerisms don't greatly differ between her actual self and the mask who's blunt her claws — nothing is ever overtly coy or cutesy — and when Apollo brings up the fact she was Wocky's nurse, she drops the facade almost immediately. There's no waffling, no, "Whatever do you mean?"s or, "You're scaring me"s, just the statement, "I don't know what you mean by 'meaning', Mr. Justice!" delivered in a sudden cool, frosted steeliness.

And I think that steel is what really makes her different.

See, the other women are all driven to crime by some defining trait in themselves caused by their circumstances. For Dahlia, it's her desperate need to be free of the Fey clan; for Mimi, it's grief over her sister's unjust death; and for April, it's her fear of Redd White. You don't really get that with Alita. Instead of there being something dark in her life that leads her down this path, she just seems... tired. Tired of being "pretty enough" but not "gorgeous", tired of being the obedient nurse to the corrupt doctor, tired of being ordinary. There's no predatory external force pushing her into a corner, there's no abusive family beliefs pinning her down. There's just an ordinary life, lived dull and ordinarily, and she had had enough. So what does this girl, who's tired and ordinary in every way except the steel that lines her spine, do to get out of this?

She gambles.

Marrying into the mafia was a gamble, seeking Apollo as council was a gamble, shooting Dr. Meraktis was a gamble. Every decision she's made since she met Wocky has been a series of high-stakes gambles that leave her life on the line all so she won't be second-best anymore. This time, she was going to be the one on top. No matter what.

... And I'm sorry for loving evil women, but girlboss?? Girlboss???

I've heard people say they're disappointed that her "breakdown" is just an extension of her usual damage sprite, but it's honestly one of my favourite "breakdowns" in the series ever? Just because it isn't really one? Everything Alita has done up till now has been reckless, calculated risk, of course being convicted for murder is no different than losing in any other aspect of her life. Of course you're not going to get more than her damaged sprite, because this doesn't warrant a more dramatic reaction. She's lived this whole time knowing it could all come crashing down around her, and it finally did.

She made a bad bet. You caught her. Oh well.

The frosted girl of steel, standing tall to the very end. It's kind of sad that, even after all that, she's still seen as only second-best, incomparable to mimi, dahlia or any of the other women who've stood in her place.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Catch me going through the rlgl tag at least once a week

I love you💖

[amasec]

veeery long echo of the rt appreciation week..!!

i absolutely love your writing style! and runa?? such a wonderful rt – her design is so eye-catching and unique. you did an amazing job bringing her to life as both a writer and an artist!

honestly, stumbling across your art was such a happy accident. and you’re not just talented – you’re also such a positive, uplifting presence in the fandom. thank you for sharing your creativity with us!

oh wrow, thank you SO much……. this is so unbelievably kind of you……… 😭 it makes me so so happy to know that people love runa as much as i do…… i genuinely appreciate you and your kindness 🩶

[shy-nightmare]

Slice of Life

Finally. After four months, I completed a new gift drawing. This one is for our dear @lastofautumn. Autumn 🍂, THANK YOU SO, SO FREAKING MUCH FOR LETTING ME DRAW YOU AND YOUR BELOVED BABY PUMPKIN MARIE 🤗🤗🤗! I am so unbelievably sorry this took for-fucking-ever to finish 😭😭😭, but I really hope you enjoy this.

@weaselnerd, @spookiifi, @amberfox232, @heartsissopure, @imaginarytoon1, @just-kit-ink A.K.A. @thatnerdgirl7, @basiabd, @marinerainbow, @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon, @los-angeles-toon-patrol, and @slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles, I have a huge favor to ask. Marie sadly passed away this January of 2025, and I think we can all agree that Autumn needs a lot of comfort right now. Autumn, I am so, so sorry for your loss 💔. It is truly a horrible, tragic and unfair way to start a new year, so I have high hopes this long-overdue gift drawing gives you a sense of solace. You bring a beacon of light into our lives, and I’m absolutely certain Marie knew that herself 💛🧡💛

She will always be with you forever 🫂❤🫂

And if anyone else has gone through this heartbreaking experience too, please accept my deepest condolences 🙏. I also wrote a drabble because I felt like the twins should do something special to help Autumn heal.

Autumn and Marie belong to @lastofautumn (A.K.A. herself)

The Twisted Toonz Twins belong to me

~

The night was usually so comforting. While the days of gold bring long hours of sun-basking warmth and clear blue skies painted by iridescent beams of rainbow renewal blessed by the first few drops of spring rain, the night brings solace in its own way. The sky is a canvas of deep blue ink, providing a sense of serenity for weary travelers and lost souls lingering and seeking a restful slumber. True, one must never forget the foreboding tales of darkness, mystery and the unknown lingering in the shadows once the last few rays of light vanquish. However, words cannot describe the celestial wonders this world is blessed with.

The night is a black velvet curtain, studded with diamond stars and the moon is a glowing pearl. Like specks of fairy dust, the stars twinkle and shine miles beyond the limits of the sphere, radiating the immense, endless galaxy. Moonlight shares the same symbolism of a rainbow; renewal, beauty, and the unseen bridge between the earth and the divine. And the stars symbolize hope and light, as well as guidance during times of conflict and grieving.

And yet, there are no stars tonight. Not a single one.

Autumn sighed, “Figures.”

She had been standing out in the terrace of Bistro de Lumiere, an exquisite restaurant located in Uptown Toontown hosted by Lumiere himself, which included a lovely view of the lake on the second floor. The charming candlestick has really put in a lot of thought to ensure the guests feel welcome, she had to admit. Everywhere she went, the bistro was top-notch in not just having friendly staff, excellent food, music and chic décor. Candlesticks from all around added a touch of warmth and hospitality illuminating the establishment’s bright prosperity. Even the pillars were decorated with glimmering, silver gems of diamonds and pearls.

But despite their best efforts, it wasn’t enough.

It had been four months since the tragedy that completely shattered her life. Four months since Marie. And it had been the worst few months of her life.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she quickly sealed them shut and veiled them with her palm. Her throat hurt, even now after the champagne, and she struggled to take a calm, steady breath. It sounded shaky and heavy like the weight on her shoulders…and her heart. It hurts. Everything hurts so fucking much. No matter what she’s done, no matter how many days she spent trying to heal, it would never go away. The despair, the anger, the loneliness, and the pain. It felt like her heart had broken into a million pieces, their sharp shards stabbing her soul over and over again with merciless intent.

“It’s not fair,” she choked, wincing at how hoarse she sounded. “It’s just not fair.”

“Grief’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

Scared out of her wits, she turned her head so fast she could have gotten whiplash. For a moment, she panicked at the thought of coming across a stranger only to instantly felt at ease upon recognizing the newcomer.

“Tom!” she exclaimed agitatedly, her heart thundering and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She cursed, “Maldita sea, you scared the hell out of me! Was that really necessary?”

“Nice to see you, too,” the gunslinger greeted her, chuckling. He unzipped his jacket pocket and grabbed a lighter while digging out a small cigarette box from his pocket. Autumn caught a glimpse at the small black box labeled with white lettering contrasted by a bright red triangle for an A. She recognized the brand name. Djarum Black.

Tom caught her looking and politely offered the box. “Want one?”

She blinked back into consciousness and wanted to facepalm for zoning out. Her sleep schedule is off the rails, and it’s high time she gets some time-off. “Sure, thanks.”

She took one and like a gentleman, Tom lit the tobacco base for her. Autumn took a slow drag and exhaled a puff of smoke, and her lips pursed as her tastebuds adjusted to the flavor. Indonesian cloves; a subtly sweet flavor paired with other rich, sweet spices such as cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice. Added with a touch of bitterness, the flavor is intensely aromatic. Her nerves slowly but surely began to relax, and felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. Damn, Tom surely knows his smokes.

She exhaled a puff of smoke and talked.

Although it was nice to share a smoke with a buddy, her chest still felt sore from the immense waves of anguish flooding her heart with such intense force and pressure. She was parched, not from thirst, but from the endless hours of despair. Everything she shared brought a sense of relief, knowing that getting it all out helps tremendously, but at the same time it was torture feeling the claws distress and sorrow tearing at the heart piece by piece, relentless and constant. Grief really is a bitch, huh?

Her sweet little Marie. She rescued her when she was a kitten. A fuzzy little seedling, as small and adorable as a Jack-Be-Little. The moment she looked at her with eyes as wide as a doe’s and as radiant as jades, emeralds, aventurines full of love and innocence, Autumn knew she could give her the life she needed. The life she deserved. Life was nothing short of bliss, many years of endless joy, warmth, and companionship. Everything was perfect.

But now…

She hates how this year started. She hates it and its guts with a burning vengeance.

Autumn’s frustrated venting dried up, and she’s left with Tom staring at her. Cigarette limp in hand, and his eyes were solely fixed on her, not a single word spoken since she began sharing her grief. His eyes, known to pierce the hearts of even the coldest bastards and as black as the inky void, were so soft it’s almost hard to believe a feared horror Toon like him would ever allow himself to express a rare moment of sympathy. She ducked her head. “S-sorry, it…it just hurts.”

Tom stared a moment longer, then took a slow inhale of his cigarette. Autumn chanced a glance and the Twisted Toon Gang leader seemed…thoughtful, if not pensive. He slowly nodded, gesturing for her to go on when she was ready.  

She blinked, surprised. Then began to feel at ease knowing that she doesn’t have to mourn alone.

Turns out that despite being infamous for his reputation as a vicious vigilante with a fearsome temper (not to mention, a brutal kill count), Gunslinger Tom Toonz was a young man of humility and compassion. He hasn’t told her to stop. He never even interrupted her, not once. All he did was listen and provide a literal and metaphorical shoulder to cry on.

So Autumn continues to talk without a filter, and the constant shores of relief and heartache continue to flood over her, the waves rising and crushing. By now, her cigarette had reached half its course, but she really needed something to help her cope. And besides, it was sweet-flavored.

“This is so fucked up,” she said, her throat burning and her voice low and raspy. A gulp of fresh air could only do someone so much good, yet her lungs still felt constricted. She dabbed her eyes again with the handkerchief Tom offered, continuing, “It’s so fucking unfair. I mean, what kind of New Year’s is this?”

She gritted her teeth hard, her heart inflamed by thousands of fiery, angry embers. Her shoulders rolled, shuddering as a breeze of the evening spring wind blew past her as if attempting to help soothe her grieving. “I just…” she breathed out, mentally and physically exhausted due to fatigue. “I just want her to know that I loved her.”

“She does, Autumn.” Tom finally spoke for the first time.

The brunette turned to him again. His expression was grim and stoic, but the gentleness in his eyes never wavered. He took another deep drag, and exhaled, “That’s the thing about grief. It hurts like hell, but grief is a great act of love we give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love.”

He caught Autumn glancing at him, and he instantly clicked his tongue, cursing. “Shit, sorry. Got a little sentimental—”

“No, no,” Autumn shook her head and smiled, “Please. I’d like to hear it.”

He was still for a moment, then elaborated. “What I mean to say is, just because her soul has moved on doesn’t mean she’s not here with you anymore. You gave her everything she needed; food, shelter, a place to call home, and above all…love. Your love for her gave her the strength and happiness she deserved in life, and she knows that to this very day. To her, you were her life, her happiness, her everything. That’s why she’s not really gone.”

Not really gone? Autumn titled her head, confused. “What do you mean?”

He let out another puff of smoke, chuckling sheepishly as he rubbed his nape. “I…I’m not good at this, so I think it’d be better if Twyla takes over the reins.”

Autumn blinked. “Twyla?”

“Hi, Autumn.”

“AAAHHH!” the human woman shouted, her heart pounding so loud she could’ve gone completely deaf as she palmed her chest, feeling the repetitive beats thump against her hand. She aimed her cigarette at the possible foe like a sword, only to groan exaggeratedly as her sleep-deprived brain recognized the second newcomer. “Twyla! You—ohhh, yyyooooouuu!!!” she wiggled her index finger at both of them, making them both laugh. “You guys don’t just sneak up on people! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Everything, apparently.” The ravenette shrugged, smirking. Her ears lowered, and her smile dropped at the sight of the Latina’s state before she placed a comforting, sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I heard what happened. I am so, so sorry.”

“Thanks,” Autumn thanked her, but then raised a brow. “Wait. How do you know that?”

Twyla chuckled, pointing at her ear. “No man nor mouse gets past a wolf’s ears. Or even a mink’s, for that matter.”      

She carried on before Autumn would pry further, “So listen. I know this sounds silly, but…” she trailed, “I know how to help you with your grieving.”

Autumn blinked, more perplexed than ever. Bewildered was an understatement. Twyla can help her?

Her heart soared with full gratitude at the generosity of the younger woman’s wholesome offer. It would, in fact, be very nice to have more things to provide the comfort and solace she needed over these last couple of months. And since Tom was being so uncharacteristically nice tonight, who’s to stop her from accepting Twyla’s suggestion?

She nodded. “I’d love that, Twyla. Thank you.”

The strategist returned her nod. “No problem.” Then, she gently reached her hands up and instructed, “Hold my hands?”

Autumn lightly giggled but complied. Twyla’s hands held her in a gentle, steady grasp.

“Very good. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

She followed the horror halfie Toon’s instructions and took a slow, deep breath. The moment her eyes sealed shut, the world around her faded into obscurity. A soft wave of calming, tranquil energy slowly but surely began to take hold of her being as the two remained still and serene. Her shoulders, once stiff and rigid due to stress and grief, now fell content without the bulldozing, massive pressure weighing on her back. Every fiber of her, once tied and tangled into messy knots, now broke free and roamed aimlessly as she continued to breathe. And then, she felt a new sensation. Warmth. Now that the first blossom of spring bloomed, the days were much warmer and the nights were much gentler without the ice-cold remnants of snow biting at her skin. The warmth Autumn was feeling right now, it was as if she was lying on the lush, verdant grassy knoll, basking in the golden beam of sunlight blessed by the summer goddesses Aine and Auxo. It was a rare, but unforgettable kind of warmth. The background chatter from inside the bistro ceased in her ears, the remaining cacophony of rushing cars and traffic disappearing into the far corners of the Tooniverse. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

“Meow.”

Wait. Does that sound like…?

“Meow.”

Autumn opened her eyes…and her heart nearly exploded out of her chest.

Facing her with a pair of beautiful, pearl-white angel wings streaked in luminous streaks of gold, was a smiling, happy little tabby. Her pumpkin fur was as vivid and bold as she remembered, and as smooth and adorable as a baby Jack-Be-Little pumpkin. An intense aura of heavenly, angelic light surrounded her, radiating her celestial presence. Her eyebrows and tiny whiskers were also painted in bright, glimmering gold and every time she blinked, a trail of sparkling golden pixie dust bounced off her lashes. She was clad in a whimsical, but charming and delightful pumpkin-orange outfit decorated with tiny, smiling Jack-O-Lanterns, a satin green ribbon bow accented her neck like a necklace, and a small hat crowned her head, shaped like the stem right below her halo.

Her forehead face and forehead carried chocolate kisses, and her innocent doe-eyes shone as bright and radiant as jades, emeralds, and aventurines.

A waterfall of tears rolled down Autumn’s cheeks but not tears of sadness. Her wobbling lips pulled in a joyous, exhilarating smile as a newfound euphoria washed over her, and her soul ascended to the jubilant, overpowering waves of elation. Her heart, once broken and shattered into a thousand shards of glass, now repaired and held onto each other as she comprehended the fact that this was no joke. This wasn’t a dream. Her little Marie, her sweet little pumpkin, had returned to her.

“Marie!” Autumn cried out, and her darling cat meowed and trilled happily as she was taken in the brunette’s arms. Her little snow mittens held onto her as much as she could as Autumn embraced her lovingly, her wings fluttering and tail swooshing with equal excitement as she was once again smothered in kisses. Autumn held her with one arm while zooming over to yoink the twins in a one-armed bear hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she thanked them, sparing them no mercy.

The twins gasped out, unable to breathe. She was quite strong for a human. Fortunately, she eventually let them take a moment to regain oxygen as they watched her twirl Marie around, dancing the night away in the light of the full moon as she was cheered on by thousands of sparkling, diamond stars. They sang and danced with her, ringing the bells of heaven.

Tom was unable to hide a smile as he watched their companion rejoice in the joy of her reunion with Marie, playfully elbowing his sister’s shoulder. “You did good, Twy.”

“Speak for yourself, tough guy.” Twyla returned the gesture, right in the chest and leaving him gasping for breath as the wind was literally knocked out of him due to her enhanced strength. He nearly collapsed to the floor, hadn’t it been for the railing to grab onto.

The forensics specialist rolled her eyes, “Wimp.”

Tom glared at her in response, but eventually regained his composure once he was certain his sternum hadn’t been ruptured. While he straightened his collar, he glanced up at the moon shining down on him and couldn’t help but feel…melancholic. It’s been so long since he gazed at the moon on rarely peaceful nights such as this. Hell, he can’t even remember the last time he did it. It all felt so long ago, the memories buried deep in the shadows of a past that can never truly be forgotten, no matter how hard he tried. The stars twinkled again, albeit sadly as if they could sense his own grief and pain.

The fearsome gangster shook his head, forcing the demons out of his mind before they could rear their ugly, twisted claws into his skull and tear apart whatever remnant of sanity he had left. It’s over, he reminded himself. It’s over. I’m not the scared little runt I was before.

He took one final drag of his cigarette before joining the girls back to the bistro, and turned his back on the world once again.  

[sunsetsandsunshine]

So i read "just say you're sorry" and what i thought what could be a potential angst story turned out to be one of the best one-shots ever!

I kid you not i couldn't stop smiling - my cheeks hurt/pos - and i was giggling and laughing at the two, it made me happy because i was used to get tickled by my older siblings and god it was a torture and fun at the same time.

I loved how long the one-shot was because i can enjoy and laugh 😆

Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece ❤🧡💙💜

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OHHHHH MYYYY GOSSSSHHHH 💓💗💕🩷💖💝💘💞‼️‼️‼️

First things first…thank you so much for sending this in 😭🫶🏾?????? I was feeling really bad and insecure about my writing this week so for you to send this in my inbox made my heart just ✨🌟⭐️💫⚡️!!!

MY HEART SKYROCKETED I KID YOU NOT!!!

But the more I think about it…the more I think I should maybeeeee change the title of that fic 😅💔! It does sound kind of angsty like you mentioned even though that was not my intention whatsoever lolololololol

Anywhizzle, I’m really happy the fic reminded you of fun times with your older siblings and I’m extremely happy that the fanfiction made you smile and laugh 🥹💗🩷💕! My main goal with my stories is to just…let the readers enjoy it to whatever extent they please ☺️✨🩷🫶🏾!!!!!

Thank you so much for reading and reblogging it 💓💖💞💝!!! I hope you stick around for the many more fics to come in the future!