#my darling katie

[mrshipsmcgee]

💌 me me me me me me! xoxo katie

My Darling Katie,

I associate you with writing. I think of you almost every time that I start to write. Especially if I’ve written something I think you’d like. “Oh god, I can’t wait for Katie’s reaction.” You constantly inspire me to write with your own thoughts and writing. I love your dark little mind. The way we bounce ideas off of each other is insane and magical. We are too powerful together, that is why we are not closer in proximity - the world would combust.

You get me. It’s crazy how you get me. (And Liz too. Liz gets us)

[artbloz]

Ah, hello, good afternoon, dear neighbor. How are you?…I wanted to tell you that we now have 75 followers, it makes me want to show my support for you, I really love you and I love two people mainly @Jokizto and another one called I love you my little apples see you soon :3

Katie Emma…

And one last thing, I have a Special job with two artists: @jokizto and @frillsandrillsand I am very grateful to Frillsand for giving me permission to make the drawing with @jokizto of Actor Wally :D, this will be in a few days and when it comes out, I'm sure you will love it and the topic is about My Oc with Actor Wally and Jokizto's El oc I think, well, that was the news and goodbye :3

[charlescherie]

you're on your own, kid – taylor swift

for @singsweetmelodies 's secret santa! 🎄❤️

[fandomregression]

since you've done some regressor arthur ones,,, would you consider doing regressor morgana? doesn't matter if moodboard or headcanons or whatever, i'd just be really excited to see anything with regressor morgana :3

WHOOOOOO REGRESSOR MORGANA!!!

Regressor Morgana Pendragon Headcanons!

so, of course back then there's not exactly terms for age regression or anything. morgana calls it fairy time because she's childish and silly and (usually) carefree like a fairy!

gwen usually takes care of her, and for the longest time was the only one who knew about fairy time! she braids her hair, puts lil flowers in her hair, takes her on walks in the gardens around camelot to look at the pretty flowers

eventually, arthur and merlin find out, and ofc since arthur regresses as well its pretty well accepted by the two of them

(post-magic reveal) merlin likes to do little magic shows with morgana, it just makes her so happy. dancing flowers, dancing blankies, sparkles everywhere. she's clapping and cooing and so happy

morgana has a several dolls she loves playing with. she has a bunch of wooden dolls with pretty scraps of fabric for dresses, dolls made of handkerchiefs that she can hide in her sleeves when she needs to be Adult Morgana but still wants to be a fairy

her absolute favorite doll though is a large ceramic doll from her childhood. her doll's name is rose, and she's been very well preserved and well loved. she has several different dresses she likes to change her into, and she takes her on walks in the gardens with gwen

she loves making flower crowns!! so many flower crowns!!

she loves plopping them on unsuspecting knights' heads. gwaine always looks the silliest with clovers sticking up everywhere

morgana's magic is very receptive to her regression, and when she gets super excited she makes things move, sometimes makes things explode, etc its very difficult to keep contained

big ol' sweet tooth its a nightmare to keep her out of the sweets. bonus points if arthur helps her raid the sweets (and uses the "im the king i can have as many sweets as i want" card. which doesn't work)

she usually is called poppet when she's regressed and she adores it

uther's gone in this scenario in this house we hate uther and understand she would be so much happier this way lol

i have a lot of feelings about morgana

[icezansky]

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[sorbet-and-gelato]

i am so sad that one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands both have jojo characters named after them but they're both the worst!!!

[didsomeonesayventus]

every day I deal with phone calls in my silly stupid little job and all I wanna do is unravel and figure out the knot in this little fic project of how to get from "alear is naive and overly transparent and alcryst takes it upon himself to try and mitigate the consequences" to "can you please take care of yourself too argument" to "alear makes a big dramatic rescue and saves his boyfriend"

[celestialholz]

Can I make a request for your Technical Festival?

TM100 for Ephemeralart or TM097 for vanillacupcakes, please!

You absolutely can! I've got TM100 requested for Ephemeralart elsewhere in the inbox, so I shall combine then and tag you later if that's okay. Cross-posted here to AO3 as chapter one, this is:

TM97: Fly

Larry has always thought himself plain; he is vanilla-flavoured, in the ice cream parlour of the world. Steady, ordinary... sweet, intelligent, but he doesn't have a scrap of poetry in his soul. Hassel's eloquence is beyond him, the easy conducted grace of clever, quick-witted speech patterns; the drama and flair and talent of his husband Brassius is equally unfathomable, but...

He has birds, and he has a beloved too, now - a beloved that quenches his thirst for affection, a gentle presence that lives flush against his heart. Katy doesn't care if he's inelegant, or tired, or boring - somehow, she cherishes him exactly as he is.

He can't enunciate what that means; can't find the words, the prose, to promise her the earth for her devotion, to explain a lifetime of misunderstandings, mockeries, wounds that she's dissolved into ash, as though they never mattered in the first place. He could cry, with the heat and the heart and unbridled joy of it all, yet he's forced silent.

Though... he can show her, he thinks. Just a touch of the contentment, the adoration - a fraction of a fragment, a sliver of his soul. He imagines that even if he were a poet, or an artist, he would still fall tragically short, but this... will work.

... He hopes.

And so he does what he does best, and organises. He plans an evening off from his busy schedule; he speaks to Tropius, who is ostensibly very much not a bird, but is more capable of what he has in mind; he packs glasses and champagne into a shoulder bag, and a single rose, a brilliant, shimmering red.

He is nothing if not traditional, after all, and what says 'I love you' better than a rose?

He swallows nervously as he asks her, a day later.

"Date night? I'm completely free..."

She lights up instantly, as though she's Levincia at dusk.

"I'd love to, dear. Did you have anything in mind?"

He almost laughs, a soft smile curling around his lips. "Well, as it happens..."

They head to the roof and raise to the stars on Tropius, sighing contentedly as arms wrap around him, giggles erupting from her at the height and the adventure.

I may be vanilla, but I can still show you a piece of the world you’ve given me.

Tropius drops them off on a Mesagozan rooftop, their legs dangling over the side of a residential building; he cracks champagne with a smile, offers her his rose, and she regards him tearfully, compromised. It’s old-fashioned, the way he speaks his love language; he’s traditionalism, and ordinary, and quiet.

She doesn’t mind. She never minds. If he were a Pokemon, he’d have inherited Super Luck simply through osmosis.

“This was wonderful,” she tells him softly, beaming as she rests against his shoulder. “It has a meaning, doesn’t it?”

He glances at her, sheepish; she always understands.

“I’m… not very good, Kate, at things like this,” he mutters, “but I wanted to show you, that I used to feel as small as the people down there, insignificant and unknown, and now… here I am. Up in the clouds. And there are better ways to say it, I know –”

“No, there aren’t,” she tells him warmly, eyes sparkling. “And even if there were, they’re all irrelevant, darling. This is how you showed me, and you are just perfect, exactly as you are.”

He chuckles in disbelief, his forehead dropping softly to hers, a gesture of silent intimacy. If there is perfection on this roof it is uniquely hers, but… perhaps he doesn’t need it. Perhaps he doesn’t need a single thing else; perhaps he doesn’t need honeyed words, or wild creativity.

… Perhaps he just needs to love her, as she does him – tenderly, quietly, and with all of his vanilla heart.

He can do that, he thinks adoringly. He can definitely do that.

*-*-*-*

Got a request for The Technical Festival, which celebrates Ephemeralart and Vanillacupcakes through the medium of TMs? Take a peek here; my askbox is open!

[huccimermaidshirts]

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[mrshipsmcgee]

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BEST FRIEND. You’ve pulled me out of so many nights of wallowing in my own depression without even realizing it. I love you and hope your birthday is magic 😘 xoxo Katie

KATIE I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOURE MY BEST FRIEND AND IM THANKFUL FOR YOU

[artbloz]

This is my character from Welcome Home, her name is like me…Katie…

My drawing came out different than the others since I'm in a hurry, I have to go to church.

[peculiarbeauty]

" don't you think that this might be a bit .. much .. ? " she does not know much about revenge. it seems whoever made @chatcambrioleur angry is going to have a very bad time. " i mean , of course if they are deserving of unkindness , i would agree that you can show it in different ways but .. but isn't this --- ? " her hands seem to emphasize more of what she wants to say than she does.

[floralsapphics]

♪?? :)

I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel

It's all that I can give to you, my dear

And when you come in quick to steal a kiss

My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

—Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives

Ask Game Here!

[el-im]

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.