#one hell of a queue

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

*sad Victorian child voice* Please, I need some more Prince Soma x reader, with Soma rescuing reader from her abusive home life. When I first was in high school and gushing over the prince, I always imagined a passionate love affair that at first is limited to letters (perhaps they met through Cole who is a mutual friend that introduced them to cheer up reader) And then eventually this beautiful man shows up on a white horse (elephant? It’s Soma after all, he’d save you in the loudest most obnoxious way possible) to save the day.

well reach into my chest and rip out my heart why don'tcha

I love this so much tho he's such a good boy!!! <3

You feel bad about it, but you’ve sometimes thought that you should burn all the letters that SOMA has sent you.

It would be better than your family finding them, wouldn’t it? Your parents have always tried to crush any good thing you’ve had. If they found these messages from a man you’ve fallen in love with, if they read the contents of these letters, they would put a stop to it immediately. That’s the only reason you’ve considered burning the letters after reading them.

You can’t bring yourself to do it, though. Every word that Soma has ever written you is like a ray of sunlight shining into your life. That very first one he ever sent you started with, Dearest (Name), We do not know each other yet, but I’m hoping to change that. My name is Prince Soma Asman Kadar, and my close friend Maurice Cole asked if I would write you because he knows you’re lonely and your family does not treat you nicely. So, I am writing you in the hopes that I can be your friend! Hello! It’s very nice to meet you!

God, if only you’d known what would follow. In the beginning, Soma became a good friend of yours… one of the few you have. You can remember writing Maurice and thanking him, mentioning that if Soma didn’t want to continue talking to you, he was free to tell Soma to stop sending letters.

However, the prince’s enthusiasm for speaking with you became clearer and clearer with every letter he sent. He uses too many exclamation points, perhaps because he’s always excited about everything. About talking to you, in particular, it seems. Soon enough these friendly correspondences slowly transitioned into ardent love letters.

People would be shocked to see the things you and Soma write to each other. He has no sense of shame; you think that’s one of the things you love about him. He wants to kiss you, all over your body, and he says so plainly as many times as he can, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

No matter how isolated and worthless you feel at home, trapped here despite being an adult who should be out on her own by now, you can always count on Soma to tell you how much he loves you. You haven’t burned those letters because Soma’s love has brought you back to life, and rereading them when you feel alone and unlovable has pulled you back from the edge of despair so many times.

When the latest one arrives, however, you’re not sure what to think except that your mind is trying to panic. This letter is uncharacteristically short for Soma, and there isn’t a single exclamation point to be seen.

Dearest (Name), Princess of My Heart,

Your pain is almost over.

We are going to be together soon, I promise.

And when I come to you, “happily ever after” will be yours at last.

Wait for me, priya.

Love Forever,

Soma

Weeks pass after that letter, without another one. It’s not unusual to go for a week or sometimes two without any messages from Soma, so you try to tell your heart to settle down.

This time just feels different. That last letter you got from him carried some air of finality, and although he’s said similar things that the two of you will be together soon, the way he wrote this one sounds like a sacred vow.

Like he really is on his way, after all this time.

You’re rereading it for what feels like the millionth time, up in your room, when suddenly, you hear something outside which sounds like… the trumpet of an elephant?

Your heartbeat freezes as you remember Soma mentioning that he owns elephants. There was at least one letter he sent you wherein that he made you a solemn promise that he’d take you riding on one someday after he came to rescue you.

Sometimes you think all that talk was just that ― prattle of things that would never actually happen, even if they were nice to think about.

Then you hear the door open downstairs, and someone is calling for you. “(Name)! Excuse me, ma’am, I’m here to see (Name) (Surname)! Yes, I am Prince Soma Asman Kadar! She knows me very well. (Name)! Priya, I’m here! I’m finally here!”

You’ve never gone down the stairs as fast as you do upon hearing all of this. So that’s what Soma’s voice sounds like…? That beautiful accent of his, that bubbly tone, the way you can hear him smiling even though you can’t see him yet. There’s no mistake.

That’s him. That’s your prince, trying to fight his way past the maids.

You’re down into the foyer before any of the staff can summon your parents. “Soma!”

You race toward him, this gorgeous man you’ve never seen before but who your heart would know even if you were blind. His hair is violet, his eyes are gold, and his smile is just as incredible as you’ve dreamed about.

“Soma!” You’re crying as you run into his arms. He catches you like he’s been waiting his whole life to hold you, and you can feel him kissing your head while you bury your face in his neck. You may be holding him too tightly. You don’t care. “Is it really you…?”

His laugh vibrates through your entire being. However tightly you’re holding him, he must be holding you twice as tightly. His arms feel so secure, some safe place you’ve never known until him. You’ve dreamed about this moment a thousand times.

“It’s me, priya. I’m finally here!” As soon as you move your face from his neck, he leans down to kiss you. Your whole body responds, arching into him. You swear your soul is a flower turning toward the light of his. He kisses you ferociously, yearningly, and his hands press in against your back. When you draw apart, his eyes sparkle at you. “I’m sorry we had to wait so long. But guess what? I’ve come to take you away.”

Your heart almost stops again. He can’t mean…? “Take… take me away?” Is this happening? Are you actually going to leave this horrible place and start a life with Soma like the two of you have talked about?

He nods eagerly. “Yes! I have a ring for you at the townhouse, but… there are lots of things to plan. You’re going to come be with me, though, from now on. You won’t stay here with people who don’t treat you like a princess. Are you ready to ride on an elephant?” he grins. As if it’s the most normal question in the world.

You don’t even know what to say. All you can do is let your tears fall down your face as you return his nod, and he reaches up to cup your face in his hands.

The way he looks at you is a way you never knew anyone could look at you. It becomes apparent to you that as much as you’ve been searching for your prince, he’s been searching for his princess. The two of you have been waiting for each other, and you can finally be together.

“I’m going to take you away from here,” he murmurs, before kissing you again. “We’re going to get married, priya. We’re going to find a big, beautiful house of our own, and we’re going to have babies, and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. I’m going to take care of you, and I’m going to tell you every day how much I love you.”

It sounds perfect. Too perfect. This isn’t another dream, is it?

You break your gaze from him, only to look over at the shocked maids. “… Tell my parents that I’ve run off with a prince, and I am never speaking to them again.”

To their credit, the maids exchange one glance with each other before nodding. “Good luck, Lady (Name).”

Soma sweeps you up into his arms, and right out the door.

Part of you feels a little bad that you’re leaving the letters he wrote you behind.

But you don’t need them anymore.

You’ve got him now, and you have no doubts that he’ll make you feel just as loved as you felt reading his letters.

‘Happily ever after’ was never an ending, you think. It’s the beginning of the rest of your life.

[bowieslut]

David Bowie subway art, Spotify NYC Subway Takeover 2018

[kidneys-and-custard]

Dead Boy Detectives

[14dayswithyou]

tell ren to turn his location on👉👈

I saw one of the posts of how ren does get jealous of pets being loved over him and alll that so now I have the thought of the one meme of ‘ah yes, me, my partner and their [enter normal pet size] foot [pet]’

I don’t have anything else, it did pop into my head though and I thought I’d share with the class.

⌞♥⌝ ItsNotVivy on Twitter actually made that exact meme with Ren a looong time ago!!

[spockvarietyhour]

Parallels and Divergences "Before and After" & "Year of Hell Pt. 1"

[angelonhelios]

babys first special interest! bonus:

they r infodumping,,,

[kismetconstellations]

"Please! We come from a peaceful planet! We mean you no harm. We're unarmed!"

[tomatoart]

me if drawing inconsistently was a job 💸💰

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

TF One Chromia

[howlonomy]

What would a species swap of the cast look like? Like we already go Monster Clover, but how about Human Ceroba, Starlo, and Marlet? Possibly a Human Kanako (Would she still be an Amalgamate??)

a fun lil exercise :3

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Charles Grey when his first kid is born, please! Hcs or scenario are good~

I did headcanons! aaaaa this man~

He tries quite hard to plan perfectly when it’s going to happen. He tracks his S/O month by month, and ― toward the end of the pregnancy ― week by week. So he always knows, as best he’s able to understand from a doctor, when important things are supposed to happen and when his child is supposed to, well pop out. He gets incredibly anxious when (Name) is heavily pregnant and frets that they could give birth any day now. Ironically, all his ‘perfect planning’ is for nothing… the child probably comes when he least expects it and he has to rush to be able to be there!

Crying? Oh, not him. He’s too tough for that. However… he does get this very soft look on his face when he holds his daughter for the first time. He holds her as carefully as he’s ever held anything, and promises her that nothing is ever going to happen to her. He’s here, he’s her father, he’s strong, and he’s going to protect her. No matter what happens, he’ll make sure she’s safe.

He’s had a name picked out practically since his S/O got pregnant, but… the only problem is that, silly Charles, he assumed his first child was going to be a little boy. Instead, he’s got a little girl! So he panics at first because he didn’t really think about possible names for a girl. (A fatal mistake, Sir―) However, then he realizes that his original choice actually has a feminine equivalent, so that’s what he goes with. Crisis averted! Welcome to the world, Georgia Grey!

There is no amount of propriety that will restrain this man from asking his S/O when his daughter will be old enough that he can teach her how to swordfight. She’s three weeks old, Charles, let her sleep and cry! Save the big dreams for later!

After a long day, he likes to sleep either in bed or on the sofa in the sitting room with Georgia on his chest while she sleeps too. As far as he’s concerned, he’s been told that the parents are supposed to sleep when the baby sleeps, otherwise they get no sleep at all. So then, what’s better than sleeping together with the baby? Luckily, he’s overwhelmingly a rather calm sleeper, so there’s little chance of him moving around too much and accidentally hurting her.

He will only, only, only ever sing to his daughter, and only while she’s an infant. Which is a shame, because he does have a fairly good voice especially for lullabies. He also tends to hum while he’s got her in his arms, almost as if he thinks that alone will keep her from fussing too much. Maybe it works.

[esteemed-excellency]

ok so the brass embassy is just an italian post office

[kidneys-and-custard]

Eurydice by Killian Scott

[kjzx]

Pspspsps Harlan I have a nice idea for you I'm sure the fans are gonna LOVE this

[angelonhelios]

hey can we talk about how after angel accidentally kills her mother with a turret jack. continues to make her kill things. because. uhm.

[shewhorunsmazes]

“Ai is the future; the future is now. And sucks. The future is both now and sucks.” - Breanna

just like with thelma… those scammers really scammed the wrong meemaw… also… we got some genuine harry whump this episode! which really has me thriving