#returning anon

[desultory-suggestions]

hi! a couple years ago i sent you an ask that you tagged with #love letter anon describing my issues with getting diagnosed. thought i might update? i turned 23 recently, found better psychiatrist and then changed them again and this time got meds that really helped me. i met people who love me, i’m open about being neurodivergent and about to start testosterone, more alive than ever. thank you for being there back when i felt so lost. fighting for your life is worth it, sending lots of love 💌

Hello, love. I’m sorry this was delayed in being posted, as it is a very special thing! It means so much to me that you sent me that ask years ago, and I am overjoyed to get to hear about your life now. I think all the time about the many anonymous messages I’ve gotten over the years and hope the sender is doing well. Happy belated birthday!!! 23 is a wonderful age to be. I am so glad you found the right psychiatrist and medications, I know how huge the improvement can be when you have the tools you need. I always tell people that I know they will find people who love them, and I do! I am thrilled to hear you have found them. Accepting yourself and further, being open to the world about who you are is one of the hardest and most rewarding things a person can do. You in your entirety are beautiful and deserving of peace and love. Thank you for reaching out to me in your time of need. I am so grateful that I got to offer you the support you needed. Continue to build your life towards what makes you happiest, I am so proud of you.

[community-gardenss]

they were girls

[aq2003]

some things about that podcast episode

david having a religious phase as a teenager bc he felt bad about his siblings rejecting that part of his parents' lives and he wanted approval from them

him finding it hard to say "i love you" to his parents even when they were dying bc while the love was understood implicitly that wasn't the kind of relationship he had w them

georgia mentioning david being a very openly affectionate parent by contrast and how their kids normally go to him first when they've gotten hurt

"what allows you to be vulnerable?" "i think it's knowing that you're loved, isn't it? it's the feeling that beyond a doubt it isn't conditional"

[superfruitland]

i see your joel arts and i come to ask for more joel......... you draw him so shaped.....

shoutout to me rewatching empires that reminded me of this ask from months ago

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Fall Season 🍁🍂🌻 !!! I’d love to see your take on a Merlin role reversal! 🥰

Hunith had never wanted to be queen, but once she gave birth to Balinor's son, there wasn't much choice in it.

Balinor sits as king, the lord of the dragon lords, and Merlin will one day inherit his title. She was just a village girl and the dirty traveling soldier had a nice smile and kind eyes so she'd lain with him.

If she'd known that he was king, she would not have presumed.

~

Merlin is strolling down the street, arguing with Will, when he trips over his own feet, knocks into a fruit stands, sends all the apples sprawling across the ground, and takes another step directly onto one of those apples only to end face first into a stone wall. "Ow."

The stone wall moves, which isn't unheard of in their kingdom, but then it talks, which is new. "Oh the Goddess above."

Hands settle on his shoulders, pushing him back and he looks up dazed to see that the stone wall is actually a blonde man with the brightest blue eyes he's ever seen. He's got broad shoulders and a chest firm enough that Merlin thinks his nose might be broke and Goddess above is right.

He's looking over Merlin's shoulder. "Are you going to clean this up?"

He turns, seeing the irate stall owner and the apples that are fucking everywhere as well as Will laughing his ass off and being no help whatsoever. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, let me just-"

Merlin holds out his hands, trying to remember the correct education, but the stall owner goes pale and starts waving his hands. "No, no, it's okay, please don't-"

The man smacks his hand down and grabs the back of his neck, giving him a rough shake as if he were a misbehaving kitten. "You a precision caster? Otherwise, knock it off. You're more likely to explode them then gather them that way."

He's sort of the exact opposite of a precision caster. He lets the spell go and sees the way the stall owner sighs in relief. "Oh. Right."

~

The man's name is Arthur, he's one of the peasants that have been recruited into being a solider in the war against Camelot, and he's here at the palace to receive the standard training along with the rest of the would be soldiers.

His father won't let him on the battlefield, even though that's where his magic is best, and he can't help but feel vaguely guilty that Arthur's been pulled from his family to fight in a war that Merlin thinks would end a hell of a lot faster if his father wasn't so protective.

It's that guilt that has Merlin forgoing his place at the high table with his mother to wander down to the lower tables at dinner that night to try and thank Arthur for helping him clean up all the apples, something he hadn't been able to do before Will was dragging him away.

He's not expecting it when one of the soldiers leaps to their feet and pulls out a dagger on him, one that has to be cursed against enchantments because none of the spells to pull it form his hands that several people at the high table cast do any good at all.

Merlin's just feeling the bite of it into his throat, frantically trying to think of a spell to get him out of this, when a carving knife goes whizzing past his face and embeds itself into his assailant's skull.

Merlin jumps away, shaking, to see Arthur standing there and cool and unbothered, hand outstretched as if he's about to cast a spell. But he's not, it's like that because he'd grabbed the knife from the venison on the table and killed that man before he could kill Merlin.

"You just make friends wherever you go, don't you?" Arthur asks.

Then everyone's moving forward, pulling him away, and Arthur along with him. His expression turns murderous, like he's wishing he had another knife as he's manhandled across the room.

His mother pat his face and clucks at his neck and then thanks Arthur for saving her son.

Arthur had bowed at Hunith but then frozen. He's looking at Merlin with dismay, which isn't exactly new for him but he's not sure why he's getting that look from Arthur now of all times. "You're Prince Merlin? You?"

"Uh," he says, then shrugs helplessly. "Yes?"

He really doesn't think Arthur's opinion of him is improved when Hunith assigns him to be Merlin's personal servant. It should be a reprieve, getting to work in the palace rather than the battlefield, but the tight look on Arthur's face doesn't ease.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[tacticalprincess]

Would pornstar könig mind if I fell a biiiit in love with him after he fucked me?

mixed emotions… he would think you’re dumb and naive for feeling anything for some random porn brained creep from the internet without even knowing what he looks like, but the ego boost that it gives him to hear you say it overpowers his discomfort with vulnerability — his dick game must be phenomenal if it’s turning you all silly in the head.

the thought of him inviting you back against his better judgement (that he already doesn’t have much of) and you confessing while he’s just trying to mold your guts to the shape of his cock, hitting it just right and not even on purpose. he’s sure he’s hearing things until you double down on it, then he’s pushing your face into the pillow so you can’t talk anymore. afterwards he’ll ghost you for a while in hopes that you recover!

since he spent his whole life being practically invisible to everyone, he would probably think it’s a facade for the camera or just a little dickmatization your end, but who knows, you might fix him! give him enough attention and enough pussy to fulfill his unreasonably high sex drive and he might consider taking you seriously…

[dailydisneyships]

"You’re Ms. Banks, aren't you?" "Yes." "I don't know if you remember me. I used to wave to you when I'd see you in that very room there." "Yes. Jack. Yes, of course I remember. Call me 'Jane', please." "I was much younger then." "Ha ha, true. But your smile hasn't changed a bit." Lin-Manuel Miranda as Jack and Emily Mortimer as Jane MARY POPPINS RETURNS (2018) Dir. Rob Marshall

[genericpuff]

Heyyyy, some rando from Finland here to share a language fun fact: in the finnish language, we refer to pomegranates as granaatti omena (singular), which word for word means 'grenade apple'! Now have fun imagining Persephone with one of 'em. Have a nice day :D

"BUT IT'S A TERRIBLE SHOW!"

"DUH, WHY ELSE WOULD I WATCH IT?! IF I DON'T GET TO BE AMONG THE FIRST TO TALK SHIT ABOUT STYG AND LYDIA DOING IT IN THE POOL, THEN WHAT'S THIS ALL BEEN FOR?!"

[peachphernalia]

What if Soul got a Whole shaped cookie?

well i think he’d like it

og image under cut

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

big bro caleb making you sit on his lap because you’re carpooling with everyone and everyone’s packed in tight. the ride is bumpy and somehow you end up straddling his thigh and he can feel how warm your pussy is through your cotton panties and he’s thanking whoever’s upstairs that he bit his tongue and didn’t tell you to change out of your mini skirt. it doesn’t take long for him to notice the flush crawling up your neck every time a bump on the road causes you to bounce on his muscular leg. his hands grip your hips under the guise that he’s keeping you stable but he can’t stop himself from pulling you down ever so slightly to make you grind against him. if you notice what he’s doing, you don’t say anything and it’s probably because you don’t wanna believe your big bro is flexing his thigh for more friction on your clit. you don’t wanna believe that you’re getting off like this in a car full of people. either way, you don’t say a peep and that’s you being a good little sister for him. he can feel the wet spot forming on his pants, matching the one forming from his leaky tip. any more of this and he’s gonna blow his load in his pants since this is the closest he’s gotten to cumming near his cute lil sis’s pussy. but as fucked as it is, you’re just as bad as he is. the car’s stopped and there’s traffic but here you are shifting your hips back so you can feel more of your big brother

did you just fucking stab me

im going to fucking scream so loud why would u say this to me rn . im gonna go insane.

this and the canon kiss they had and then never spoke of. the amount of sexual tension. caleb with his face against your spine breathing so heavily. both of you equally being able to feel the others arousal in a car full of people. caleb is doing everything in his power to physically hold himself together but he can feel how wet you keep getting pushed back against his dick when the car goes over a bump

you don't say anything, don't really talk. other than so softly whispering for him, in that desperate way you always do and always have. the kind of exasperated whine of his name when you want your big brother to spoil you and he just barely suppresses a groan and it is simply . too much too fast. for both of you.

you're both frustrated and thankful the car is so packed because no thinks twice or hears any of the soft desperate breaths you let out. caleb wonders if you're pressing against his dick on purpose, but he can't imagine it. thinks its more likely you're just chasing friction and letting it all go like you always do when you're with him. i see.

[princessbrunette]

babydaddy!rafe I’ve been summoned 🤭

how would he be if it was the other way around ? getting back out there after you guys split, but he has none of it. you’re his. and he would absolutely NOT let another man take care of his girls !!

okay now that’s a little different. thats not allowed at all in his books 😭

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he hears some guy from the club is taking you out on saturday, so what does rafe do? he shows up on your doorstep and tells you that he’s taking you out on saturday, no ifs or buts.

“its important for us to bond, okay — we have a kid together.” he argues, shifting on his feet impatiently.

“i have plans on saturday!” you laugh incredulously at his audacity. his eyes threaten to roll, fluttering irritably.

“yeah, i know — it’s not happening, telling you that right now.”

“oh really? suddenly you want to hang out with me now you know i’m in demand?” you glare, leaning against the door frame and he sighs, unable to stay still on his feet.

“you— you’re not listening, alright— you can’t just be letting anyone around our baby, or — or around you. i have a duty to protect what’s mine okay, and what— that makes me the bad guy? for protecting my family?” he points to himself clearly distressed.

“what do i need protecting from, rafe? i can handle myself!” you argue back, and he holds out a hand, shaking his head.

“no, no okay — you…” he sighs, closing in on you. “you know what he was goin’ round telling people? what… he was calling you, at the club?” he squints. you back down a little then, eyeing him silently as you wait for him to tell you. “the milf. like… like you didn’t have a name. you really want a guy like that around you? around our girl? huh?”

you shrink down, upset and discouraged. “seriously?” you ask quietly and he backs up, holding his hands up as if to say ‘it’s not my fault’.

“these are the suckers you’re dealing with, right and… i put a stop to it. look, we’ll have a good time together on saturday. me n’you.” he pities you a little, not wanting to upset you with what he’d shared, but it was necessary.

“fine.” you look down at your hands, embarrassed about the whole thing.

“yeah?” he steps closer, taking your hand so you look up at him but you avoid his gaze. “the guys got a black eye now anyway. you uh, wouldn’t wanna date that.”

you look up at him now, a small smile spreading on your face. his own lips curl up slightly. “did you do that rafe?”

“i was provoked. trust me, would have killed the guy but i didn’t wanna sacrifice my club membership, ‘kay?” he teases and you grin. he scratches his cheek, looking around before backing up off your doorstep. “saturday. alright? be ready, i’ll uh— i’ll text you.” he completes before walking off and not looking back. classic rafe.

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[yayll]

Soo umm maybe angsty request but a reader who works at the agency but misses her old life? Like, family or her old self. If you wanna and like the idea!! Have fun💕

i know this is a thousand yrs late and i am so sorry abt that but also. thank you for trusting me w this request i rlly took it to heart and i cracked these damn knuckles and hopefully wrote something you'll like :') i had fun, angel. MWAH.

- a little something about emotions and Dazai's way of perceiving yours ~

"Aughhh..."

You're groaning at your desk again, face down and resting your forehead on the cold wooden surface. Lately, it's been the same cycle. You come to work and the day goes by in a blink of an eye, and suddenly... There is nothing else to look forward to but to do it all again tomorrow. It's been tough, with the agency constantly bombarded with cases and quite literally saving the world, you've forgotten to call home every week like you used to. Now it's every other month, if at all.

There are times when you go on your lunch break and think about how ordinary your life used to be, how you used to spend your time doing the opposite of what you do now. Joining the agency was a wonderful turning point in your life and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes it felt like there was too much happening, you were falling behind and not connecting enough with the foundations that made you, you. It was an overstimulating nightmare.

Your co-workers were so talented and caring and it felt like a family with the way you all worked as a unit and watched out for each other, yet the intrusive thoughts about you never quite fitting in wouldn't leave your mind. Or your face, for that matter.

This is where Dazai knew he had to get involved.

He could tell your mind was elsewhere, and he hated that. You were supposed to be wherever he was, even if you didn't fully know it yet. He constantly perceived you from across the office where he slacked off work as usual, but this time it wasn't to await his next grand revelation... It was to figure out why you seemed so distant. So far, yet so close. You always laughed at his jokes and antics, all a part of his attention seeking persona around the agency, but he could hear the way your laugh seemed to die down in your throat as if it burned to even make a sound. He recognized it as the kind of burn whiskey left behind in his own throat when he had his occasional drinks at Lupin after a particularly hard day. Dazai knew the feeling of ruminating, of feeling stuck in the past and how it could keep you from existing in the present if not dealt with properly. But he wasn't exactly the shining example of dealing with one's feelings, not when he was a walking contradiction, which is why he hesitated to bring this up to you directly.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying, not when you're groaning so adorably within earshot.

Not when he would do anything for you to drop that fastidious attitude that won't give him the proper time of day. It was pathetic and selfish of him, but it was sincere. With a fixed smile like a Cheshire cat, he prances towards your desk and stands there for a solid minute before you realize the familiar entity looming over you.

You slowly look up, dark under eyes are the first to properly greet him, along with that cute clip in your hair that's barely holding it all together. He thinks you look even cuter this way even if you were at your worst, and that made him feel a tad guilty... just a tad. He clears his throat softly as a deceptively cheerful voice pours out of him.

"Hi! You're looking awfully exhausted today."

You hum, a weak smile adorning your lips. You didn't want to smile at all, but it was a force of habit, so why not use it on the biggest clown you knew?

"Yeah? That's real observant of you, Dazai."

His heart races as you poke back, what a precious creature you were. He responds with faux indignance, rolling his eyes and the whole bit.

"Uh yeah, of course! It's why they pay me the big bucks, silly. You should try being like me sometime."

"Ah, is that the only thing I should try being? Not very original of me, I must say."

His smile drops to a more sly smirk as he shrugs, sighing dramatically while casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

You should try to be mine, he thinks to himself.

He doesn't deserve that honor, but it's the truth and he can always count on delusion.

"Eh, who cares about originality? That's what writers use as an excuse to torture themselves. It's no fun, You might as well jump off a bridge with me instead."

You raise an eyebrow at that, your fake smile becoming a bit more genuine now.

"I think I'll pass on that, Dazai."

He pouts, and you hate that he resembles a puppy with the way his eyes comically droop.

"Such a shame. I was hoping we could share that experience together. It would be quite the work bonding exercise, don't you think?~"

You nod, your voice laced with what he hopes is a playful retort, but it is much too deadpan.

"I'm sure it would."

"You know, you're surprisingly hard to torment."

You hum once more, shrugging as you look back down at the files on your desk, unable to hold his dark eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.

"... Well I suppose I could say the same about you."

Before you know it, you feel his warm breath against your cheek, having leaned down to your level to murmur in your ear. It's velvety and far too intimate for the middle of the workday, tempting like the devil himself.

"Like I said, we could always drown our sorrows in the river. That always helps."

You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze, a slight flush begins to burn your cheeks and you wish you hadn't turned at all. It's sick the way every once in a while he'll test your boundaries to see if you'll let him in, if you'll see past the charm and the self destructive tendencies that might just seal his fate one day.

But you need him right now! And you clearly need a bit more of a push rather than just jokes, so he makes a point to grill you until you have no choice but to run into his hypothetical arms. In that instant, he catches your phone light up, the word 'MOM' is as clear as the red that spreads through your face.

Ah, so that's it.

"Seems like you should take that."

Your eyes widen as you flicker between him and your phone. Shit.

"Maybe later. I'm not really in the headspace for a call right now... Might go out for some lunch and get some air."

"I like air. Perhaps we can get some together? You might have too much and need someone to resuscitate you."

You snort softly and immediately feel embarrassed for being so casual out of your own human weakness. Yet somehow Dazai's ridiculous jokes always manage to get you to play along and forget that very embarrassment.

"CPR involves air, Dazai. You'd kill me in the process."

He clutches his chest, letting out a dreamy breath.

"Ahhh. Romantic, don't you think? I'd follow you immediately, of course~"

You shake your head as you stand up to walk out for your much needed reprieve from the inescapable thoughts you can't shake.

"You're impossible."

He stands back to give you your space and sticks his hands into his coat pockets, beginning to follow right behind you. He taps your shoulder when your back is fully turned to him, clearing his throat as he says your name in the most sinful way.

"Ahem. You forgot your phone."

You freeze in your tracks. You want to so badly do what your mind is screaming to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The battle between wanting to grab that bit of normalcy you miss and wanting to avoid it like the plague is the fear of the commitment to acknowledge it. You slowly turn to face him holding out your phone for you and yet again... It stings when he looks at you like that. Like he actually cares. It makes you feel drunk on the sensation of being seen on a deeper level, the butterflies in your stomach keep saying so. You sigh, and mumble back.

"Leave it. I don't need it right now."

He steps a little closer, way too close for comfort. His voice drops to a more serious tone, yet it's nothing but gentle, firm. It's a Dazai you don't think you've ever heard except when on a mission. Even then it always felt performative. But not now. He takes your hand in his bandaged one and holds it out for a moment with your palm facing up. His desire for you to make amends with your troubles is far more important than proper customs, so he needs to do this and do it now before you drown any deeper and he loses his self control.

He can save you even if you're too stuck in your own self pity to see the brightness of your own future. How you shine like a diamond in the rough, if only you'd just let yourself live in the now. He whispers to you.

"I think she'd like to know how you're doing. Family, they're the only normalcy you can have sometimes... Especially in this line of work. I think you know that."

You gaze into his dark eyes, and for the first time are not afraid to hold eye contact as you realize you actually want to hear more. Finally, a real piece of him is being shown to you?

"... Is that something you relate to, Dazai?"

He almost winces at that, a flashback of two friends he once considered family flash into his mind. Maybe today is a Lupin day. He could imitate your angelic laughter as the whiskey burns his throat. He hides all of this with a nasty little smirk, elusive as ever as he lies through his teeth.

"Absolutely not."

You seem a bit disappointed at first, but before you can dwell on it too much, your thoughts flicker back to the phone call you realize it might be time to make. Your mood is instantly different. Hopeful, even. Dazai places your phone in your palm, slowly closing your hand into a small fist. His hand lingers on top of your knuckles for a second too long, and you realize you are, in fact, unable to keep looking him in the eye like this or else you might just collapse knowing he'd catch you. The concept alone is intoxicating.

"I'm gonna take this, okay?"

His smirk softens, almost boyish with the way he instantly relaxes and reverts back to his usual self. The mood shifts back to how it felt before, and Dazai nods in reassurance.

"You go get some air. I'll be here."

He waves you off as you flash him one last smile before exiting the office. That'll keep him going for a while, he thinks. You look so beautiful when you're full of life, he hopes it rubs off on him too. He stands there for a long time in deep thought, simply smiling at the floor. At some point your hair clip fell out without you noticing, and so he picks it up, pocketing it. He'll consider this the consummation of your relationship.

An hour passes by and you walk back into the office, eager to tell Dazai about your call back home and how refreshed you feel. That he was right, and you wanted to share this new found perspective that he helped you approach and conquer. You find the office is completely empty, and when your eyes glance at your desk, there's a sticky note left on one of the many trinkets you display on it. You read it out loud to yourself.

"You long for the past, so perhaps we can recreate it. Maybe a nice long walk by the river, or we could always try a more private solution.

Either way, I'm at your mercy.

- Osamu"

You can't help but want to kick your feet at the little heart he doodled next to his messy handwriting and make a mental note to properly give him your contact info next time. You'd make sure to take a call from him, because you know he'd make it worth your while.

He always does.

[dailysasukes]

req sasuke with his hawk summon garuda c:

sasuke day 20

[fatuismooches]

Would it be too heavy of an angst to introduce the concept that on some very rare unfortunate occasions, sick!reader has flare ups so bad that they're literally inconsolable for a lengthy amount of time.

Every time these severe flare ups occur, all previous treatments dull in effect, it was like the illness is evolving right before Dottore's very eyes just to torment him and his lover. That despite all of the breakthroughs, it all inevitably comes crashing down back to the very beginning.

The flare ups are not at all peaceful. Not mere lethargy or pallor. During these episodes his lover is often wailing or at times, screeching. Blindly swiping at anyone that comes near, mind lost to agony. Alpha had been deeply scratched on his arms once when he had to sedate them.

During these periods, the only true method is to induce a medical coma until Dottore found a new alternative to ease their pain. Even still, putting his own spouse to sleep for an indefinite amount of time left a bitter tang on the back of his throat.

Despite all of Dottore's vast knowledge, there were still things he sought to understand, a process that he usually found thrilling. However, his thirst to understand the unknown dried up when it came to the complications of your illness - he didn't wish to wait, to create a dozen hypotheses and trials and experiments to develop the same unhelpful conclusions each time - he wished to have the answers in his hand immediately so you would finally stop suffering. But of course, wishing for something that wouldn't come true would be a waste of time, and in true Dottore fashion, he did not waste a moment doing so, and instead took the matter into his own hands as usual, putting all his efforts into helping you.

And yet there are times when even the wise doctor is rendered uncharacteristically helpless. Sure, there had been flare-ups before, but he was prepared enough to quell them over time. But this was different, and he could not predict or pinpoint a cause. Even when you tried to sleep to ignore the pain, it ended up being too difficult to fall asleep, or you were woken up all too quickly, being thrown right back into the sensation that felt like it was tearing your mind, body, and heart apart. It's extremely rare for Dottore to feel dread in the pit of his stomach, but whenever he sees you crying out like this, he does.

Not only is any medicine ineffective, ingredients nearly exhausted from how many things the segments tried, they can hardly even get through to you with words, and any soothing phrases go unheard. They are frantic, even the older ones are worried - but it's nothing compared to the state you're in. Everything about it feels wrong - it's wrong you have to deal with it, it's wrong to watch your descent of pain, it's wrong that nothing he ever tries is a complete excess, it's wrong to use force on you to help you.

Only in a rare moment of lucidity can you cling to your husband's legs and weep, the words falling out your mouth hardly coherent but the pleas for help are more than obvious. And with that Dottore can only gently hold you before wordlessly injecting you with something that makes you go limp in his arms. At least now, you're no longer conscious of your pain - he'll make sure to slip you into a land of dreams where nothing hurts. But the fact is that you should be here with him instead, unhurt, but he can't do that for you, the taste of failure fresh on his tongue.

When you're finally brought back to reality, you'd expect Dottore to be happy that you're finally with him again. And well, he absolutely is, just not in the... most obvious way. When you squeeze his hand and thank him for helping you, he finds it difficult to look at you. He deserves no thanks for temporary relief. He deserves none of your gentle touch from robbing you of your precious time. Any of that makes him grit his teeth, feeling bitter although the moment is supposed to be sweet. But he can't make the feeling go away, at least not anytime soon.

[arlenianchronicles]

AWWWWW lil elrond with his missing flowers! It'd be funny if he or Elros sneeze too hard and all their flowers came out or if they were allergic to their own flowers lol

Hahahaa I can definitely see that happening! Little petals sprinkling around whenever the twins sneeze XD Or maybe a big flower explosion!