Yes!! She is so baby! She’s nearly 18 months and like. Over 100 pounds lolll. She’s so big and soft and lovey and I love her so much I never thought I could love a dog this much because I’m totally a cat person but Lettie is the best girl ever and I love her
i'm still in absolute awe over my commission from @cozymochi !!! thank you again so much for bringing to life my vision of prince!silver and his fae bodyguard!!! <333333
SOBS BC YOUR ADDED TAGS HAVE RUINED ME FURTHER!! just,,, imagining the emotional realization that lilia has when he becomes aware of the fact that little silver is the reason why he's finally purring. this human child, the blood of his greatest enemy, has awakened such a great and powerful love within his barren and shielded heart to the point where he's instinctively purring to soothe any tears or simply to express a level of peace he hadn't even realized that he was experiencing? and that the boy doesn't know any different, doesn't know that his father has never purred, not once in nearly seven hundred years, and instead toddles to lilia with bright eyes and a gap-toothed smile so innocent that it takes lilia's breath away as he squirms into his toto's lap and shyly leans his head on lilia's shoulder and asks for their special lullaby?
(mal finding them later; lilia still purring, eyes closed with faint traces of tear tracks on his cheeks and a thin, wobbly smile as he cradles his sleepy baby close, a hand unworthy and trembling against those silken strands of moonlit hair)
OH MY GOODNESS LETTIEEEE you don't know what a treat this was to find in my ask box 😭🙏🙏🙏 kicking my legs so hard rn!!
the thought of lilia, whose hands are drenched with the blood of silver's kind, who felt nothing but hatred for them for centuries for all they stole from the fae now holding so much love for this little human that his body can't contain the joy of it makes me want to weep. silver brings him so much peace and healing without even realising it, the gentlest of balms over lilias wounded soul..
and ahhhhhhh going even more insane over you pointing out that silver wouldn't know how significant this is bc he grew up with it!! he makes lilia so happy that the sound quickly becomes familiar, a source of comfort that he can indulge in whenever he's upset. his toto will simply craddle him in his arms while purring to make him feel better <3
the image of malleus finding the two of them together like this makes me so emotional my godddddd. the moment they're sharing is so tender and full of affection, it's so clear to see how much the boy has come to mean to lilia and how dear he is to his heart (and while I don't wish to spoil the mood, I can't help but spare a thought to the feeling of envy that's surely curling in malleus' gut at the sight. maybe in another life that could've been him 🥲)
also, of course, I would be remiss if I didn't share some love with lettie. she meshes so wonderfully with N, he really feels like he's found a friend he can trust and rely on to teach him about the world, and their joint feeling of being misunderstood by the rest of the world gets me so ;A; <3333
//I've been saving this one because it makes me smile but aaaaaah-
I love these two so much, the compatibility between them, how much they value each other and respect each other's differences, how they both try to be kind and understanding in a world that just does not get them. I love that their friendship feels earned, like even if we haven't written out every single beat of the game the history between them is still tangible and affects their interactions with how much they know and remember.
a little jjk/twst au concept with silver as a cursed human and lilia as his curse; any inconsistencies are my own, i literally finished binging the first season & movie an hour ago :') // @admiraltdevanto i hope this satisfied a bit of the need <3
the final cursed spirit lets out an ear-piercing shriek, one that sets silver's teeth on edge and locks his jaw in place, as it all but bursts into smithereens like a shredded mylar balloon. essence, lurid purple and rancid like decaying flesh, splatters around him, and he raises his sword in an attempt to shield his face from the smoking pieces that fall around him like a poisonous rain.
he needn't have bothered— faster than any human eye could blink, faster than they had sliced through the vengeful curse before them, leathery wings sweep around him like a cocoon, enveloping him with ease in the shelter of their embrace.
the tense muscles in his jaw automatically begin to loosen into the beginnings of a crooked smile when taloned fingers brush against him in the darkness, probing and far more gentle than their wickedly sharp nature would appear. he stands obediently still as they investigate the superficial bumps and bruises from the fight, new additions to a never-ceasing collection. it is only when those thin digits meet and pause at the oil slick of blood sluggishly oozing from a nasty scrape along his hairline that he hears a sharp inhale from behind, and his brief respite from the harsh light of the world outside falls away in one clean swoop.
silver winces as his eyes become reacquainted with the viciously cheerful gleam of the afternoon sun, and the curse flutters his wings in equal parts agitation and lingering aggression, fangs bared as if still wishing to sink them into the dissipated spirit for belated retribution.
"lilia, i'm fine, i promise," he's quick to reassure the curse hovering before him, unable to wipe the returning smile as it creeps along the corners of his mouth. "really, it looks worse than it is— i'll go to a hospital to get it checked out and say that i tripped and fell, alright?"
eyes a shade of crimson that put the fresh droplets of blood against silver's temple to shame fix upon him with an ancient magnitude, at odds with the almost child-like pout creasing a delicate, pointed face. for a split second, silver is wildly grateful that there are not any sorcerers lingering on the grounds, lilia's vulnerability a private moment for the two of them alone as a cold hand rises to cradle his cheek and wipe it clean.
". . . i eliminated it too quickly," the curse grumbles, all too human in his bitterness. "i did not see when it managed to land such a blow against you."
"i will be fine," silver stresses once more, sword returning to the sheath along his hip with practiced ease. "you kept me from the worst of it, and for that . . . i am grateful."
perhaps it is a selfish pleasure, but it is one sin that he finds himself so willingly committing— it had been abundantly clear from their first meeting that the curse before him was not used to, nor expected, gratitude and praise, much less words so unconditional and genuine. as expected, lilia falters minutely before tucking his wings away with the barest hint of a preen, a sparkle returning to his ruby eyes that had been darkened by the heat of battle.
"and more importantly," silver continues, tone gentle and quiet so as to not disturb the sleeping figures tucked safely beneath the desk behind them. "we managed to save them." the two children sent napping to escape the horrific scene before them by silver's own gentle wash of cursed energy, the only gift he could grant them before the spirit haunting the school discovered their presence mid-battle.
with an off-key hum, lilia crouches by their side, a hand outstretched and hovering, but not quite caressing the hair of the boy closest to his feet. "i suppose they were cute enough to spare," he comments lightly, rocking on his heels as if he hadn't blasted a dripping hole the size of a boulder through the spirit's core the moment it had tried to target the children. "not as adorable as you were at this age though, my dear."
silver has to suppress a smile at that, though it's tinged with a bittersweet taste that lingers in his mouth. lilia is kind for a curse, too kind, in fact— he does not allow his hand to touch the child's head, to disturb silver's gift of pleasant dreams with nightmares of warfare and strife. it speaks of a weakness that neither he nor lilia address, that the curse strokes silver's head until he sleeps and that silver never complains of his haunted dreams.
( ♞ ) Laughter is the only response that t r i c k l e s off the curve of her lips as her head dips and her features p u l l with the slight sour mirth that stirs on her tongue, the c r a c k s in her character revealed through the comforting light of her brilliant lover who sits close and yet, to the agent, felt so f a r a w a y, such weakness a hidden stress which had been p u l l e d taut at the seams before finally it s n a p p e d and left her once more in the frozen bowels of the Talon facility where they’d found her years before ; a rat gnawing through metal and flesh she had c l o y e d out a home among the chaos of destruction and wrath she believed she’d have outrun when they wretched her f r e e and gave her anger purpose. Now it was c r e e p i n g up along the edges of her countenance like a growing mold in her mind, rotting the poignant hope which she had tried to foster in the light of optimism from the shadows of where duty called and leaving her struggling to hold together the two sides of the coin she lived, life made by means of survival, of living a half life, an e m p t y life, the closeness of another felt a waiting curse to be taken by what had c a r v e d her into the woman she is now ; haunted by death, perhaps that has been what has kept her so d i s t a n t from Angela, living in wait for when she’d be the survivor once more, and it wretches her heart to know this is who she has become.
❝ ——No, no, you’ve always been there, ❞ hoarsely her voice is thick with a candid feel that betrays the charming facade shes woven into her cocoon to keep others from p r y i n g through, to keep herself locked within and a l o n e, hands running back through u n k e m p t dark curls to push back the shadows they cast across her sharp features, ❝ but I think I’ve grown so used to being on my own, to a l w a y s being the one to survive, that I was just waiting for it to catch y o u next—— ❞
@raptorlily asked: Diamond, Spicy, Road Trip (Tumblr ate the original reply to this)
Thanks for the ask! <3333
Diamond: Rec a fic you loved this year with gorgeous writing
If I Could Be With You (One Hour Tonight) by misspamela (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Phryne/Jack)
I love the writing in this fic for its precision and use of details. But I also love how the language so elegantly conveys Jack: his formality, his weariness and the lovely, almost whimsical flights of fancy—of longing—that Phryne brings out in him.
“That’s the thing, Jack!” Miss Fisher took out a compact, opened the mirror, and began applying a fresh coat of red lipstick. How she could do that in a moving motorcar, Jack would never know. That woman was a miracle. She finished, popping her lips, and turned to him. “Most staff would be either devastated to lose a caring employer or, more often, anxious about what their employer’s death means for their position, or, at the very least, positively vibrating with excitement and curiosity about the drama of the thing.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “The maid seemed stiff. Wooden. Blank, almost.”
“Guilty?” Jack asked, trying to sift through his own memories of the girl.
Miss Fisher shook her head. “I don’t know. Either she did something or she knows someone who did.”
“She’s on the list,” Jack said, making a mental note. To his dismay, Miss Fisher wasn’t paying attention to him. She was looking out the window, appearing to admire the scenery. Jack feared a calm, contemplative Phryne nearly as much as he feared a wild, gun-waving Phryne. A shiver of excitement went up his spine, unbidden.
The car pulled up to the station. Jack exited first, holding the door open with one hand and helping Miss Fisher out with the other. She pressed her warm hand against his quickly, adjusting her skirts as she stepped out onto the street. “I don’t know why you won’t let me drive you around, Jack.” She slipped her sunglasses on, tossing the driver a brief, devastating smile. “My car is much nicer.”
“I value my life and all my limbs, Miss Fisher.”
Spicy: Rec a favorite smutty fic you read this year
A Blank Urgency by batss (Good Behavior, Letty/Javier)
This fic has phenomenal characterization and nails these characters’ voices. It also has beautiful writing, great sex and, the rarest of finds, character-driven kink that stays grounded in the reality of the show’s universe and how these two deeply damaged people relate to each other.
Javier cups her face gently, stroking his thumb against her cheekbone. It’s too much, again. This kind of expectant, tender way he’s looking at her. Like she’s someone different. Someone who hasn’t been alone forever, someone who hasn’t spent the last few hours resisting the urge to do something destructive, someone who knows how to be looked at like that, who won’t disappoint him.
She takes his hand in both of hers and moves it to her neck. Where he’s had it before, when he was angry, when he was trying to take control. His eyes snap to hers, and he breathes in sharply. Letty nods.
Road Trip: Rec a favorite multi-chapter fic you read this year
“girls girls girls” in neon lights by @myrmidonofmelodrama (Bughead, Varchie)
The Toni and Betty friendship fic I absolutely knew I wanted and which @myrmidonofmelodrama delivers with such empathy and depth. The characterizations for the whole ensemble in this fic are off the charts. I’m eager for more!
Toni flips open her Zippo, but before the flame hits the tip of her cigarette she notices that the shadow behind the dumpster is moving. She pockets the lighter, puts the cigarette behind her ear, and pulls out her switchblade, holding it inside her fist. As she gets closer, she hears a sniff, and she debates calling for reinforcements before she notices turns the corner and sees: it’s no Ghoulie, it’s Jug’s blonde.
Betty Cooper is seated on the asphalt, holding her knees to her chest. Her fists are white-knuckled against her legs, and she’s weeping. She’s quiet about it, too: no sobs, just little hitched breaths, like a hiccuping kitten.
For a second they just look at each other. Toni realizes Betty must’ve heard every word, and waits for a snide remark or maybe even some hairpulling, which seems like the attack of choice for a cheerleader.
She’s no stranger to jealous girlfriends. Most of her friends are men, men for whom lying is an occupational hazard. Their girlfriends watch them ride off on a motorcycle beside Toni, who knows herself to be a 10 even before she puts on the leather, and later they watch their men stroll in after dawn, no explanation, no apologies. It’s understandable, that they’d feel a sting, and occasionally get shrill about it
But Betty says nothing, just wipes her eyes with her forearm.
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.