#winnie’s thoughts 💙

[midnightmah07]

Before going to sleep I decided to sketch outfits for Daisy and Ruggie for @natsukishinomiyaswife's event Reunion at Milne Woods💙

These are not official in any way shape or form these are just ideas... Also yes I know there's white spaces in both pictures but there's nothing I can do about it trust it's bothering me just as much as it's bothering u

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i am so proud of the boys and what they accomplished after everyone counted them out 💙🧡 can’t wait for next year when they’ve had a full training camp with patrick and they come back better than ever 🤍

tw: child goes “missing” for a brief moment, mild innuendo

word count: 2.9k

summary: the msg broadcast gets double the barzal men for a little bit

Offering to take the girls to the arena for a game seems like it’s a great idea until you’ve got Talia, both Martin girls, and Tulsa Horvat begging for pretzels mid-way through the second. Normally you’d have at least one of Syd or Holly with you, but since the outing is for Talia’s birthday, you’d thought it would be fine to just take the girls yourself. That you’d be a good friend, letting Syd and Holly have their Thursday night free, since all of your husbands are retired now and they don’t have to come to the arena if they don’t want to.

But Max is getting antsy and Talia is yapping your ear off - much like her father - begging for snacks.

“Mom, please, I’m starving,” she pokes her lip out at you in a pout and widens her hazel eyes. She looks unfairly like Mat when she makes that expression even though her general looks had shifted to favor yours as she got older. You’ve never really been able to say no to either kid anyway.

“Can you at least watch your brother while I go get snacks?” You ask, lifting your eyebrow and twisting your hair back into a slightly sloppy ponytail. Max swings his legs in his seat next to you, grinning at his big sister. His hat dips over his eyes and you make a mental note to adjust the strap.

Talia looks at you as if you just asked her to swallow a cup of live spiders. “Mom, please no! I don’t even know why we brought him, today was supposed to be for my birthday,” she whines a little, those pre-teen hormones working overtime. Two weeks from turning eleven, and you find yourself missing your baby girl more and more each day. She’s usually a pretty polite and delightful kid, but something about that upcoming eleventh birthday is creating that familiar teenage whine you’d been so good at back in the day. You should really call and apologize to your mother.

Max pipes up without taking his eyes off the action on the ice, “your birthday’s not even today!”

“Thank you, Max,” you hold a hand out in front of his face, covering his mouth, as Talia shoots him a glare. Max wiggles away from your hand, his head bobbing in every direction as he tries to see the players. “I should’ve known this would happen.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your free hand.

The only reason Talia had picked this game for her birthday is because of Jack Cizikas’s last minute call up from the AHL. Her puppy crush on him is something you and Kristy like to joke about, but right now you’re not laughing. Casey, Kristy, Reese, and Cole are up in a suite with the grandparents for the moment and you should’ve just sent Max up there to join them, but your five-year-old is still a little clingy. He loves the Cizikas family, hero-worships ten-year-old Cole, but when you’d suggested it, his face had crumpled and he’d said, “I wanna stay with you, Mama!”

Who were you to argue with that?

“Okay, I’ll take Max with me, but Win,” you raise your voice and look down a few seats at Winnie Martin, the oldest of your babysitting charges at fifteen, “do not leave these seats until I get back, okay?”

Winnie grins at you, Matt’s smile copy and pasted onto her face. She gives you a little salute and nods, “you got it.”

Talia turns back to the girls, completely ignoring you, and you roll your eyes a little before holding out your hand to Max. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go get some snacks,” you say, savoring the feeling of his little hand in yours. You never know when he’ll start thinking he’s too cool for his mom, so you’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

“Can I get ice cream?” He asks, skipping along next to you. He gives Sparky a high five when you pass the mascot at the top of the stairs.

You laugh a little and point Sparky and his handler in the direction of the girls. “I’m sure Winnie will love to see you,” you say, nostalgia washing over you as you think about the early years of your relationship with Mat and Winnie’s love for the dragon. Sparky nods and gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up, before bounding down the stairs. It’s a different person in the costume now, obviously, but you all had made sure to keep Winnie humbled by making sure each iteration of the Sparky knew to stop and see her at a game. The teen plays along gamely, her mother’s daughter.

Max tugs on your hand, drawing your attention. “Mama! Can I get ice cream?” He repeats his request and you shake your head.

“Nope, sorry, kid. It’s past your sugar cutoff,” you shake his arm when he pouts and kicks his Nike against the floor, nearly tripping himself as he tries to keep walking. “I’ll split a pretzel with you though.”

“I don’t wanna pretzel,” he whines, dragging his feet as he traipses behind you. You dodge a few people, tugging Max along. He keeps whining a little, complaining under his breath, and you pinch at the bridge of your nose before squatting down so you’re at his eye level.

Max goes quiet, but his whole face scrunches up in annoyance and you smile softly. “If you have ice cream now, you’re not going to be able to sleep. And remember that Daddy’s coming on your field trip tomorrow so don’t you want to be well rested for that?” You raise an eyebrow at him while Max considers your explanation.

The line shifts forward while Max is considering and you smile awkwardly up at the family in line behind you, silently apologizing for not moving. The mother waves you off with a polite smile too. Solidarity.

“Can I have ice cream tomorrow then?” Max finally asks and negotiating with the tiny terrorist wasn’t on your to do list today, but you nod anyway, knowing it’ll bite you in the ass tomorrow.

“Yes, after your field trip you can have a little ice cream,” you stand up, knees creaking a bit, and move forward on the line. Matter settled, you hook your fingers in the back collar of Max’s Horvat jersey, worn because ‘Uncle Bo is the coolest!’ much to Mat’s annoyance and your amusement. At the self-serve counter, you grab five pretzels - even if Max doesn’t want to share, you still want a snack - and a Diet Coke, hoping for a quick burst of energy. You let go of Max’s jersey to fish your phone out of your back pocket and tap it against the reader.

“Okay, Max, back to -“ you cut yourself off, looking down at your side and not seeing Max. “Max? Oh, fuck. Where did he go?”

Your heart hammers in your chest, slight panic rising when you scan the concourse and don’t spot your kindergartener. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, the only thing keeping your panic at a reasonable level is the fact that Max was quite literally almost born in the arena and knows it better than anyone. Of course that also means he could be hiding literally anywhere and never be found.

“I…okay, think like Max,” you step off to the side, against the wall, so you can figure out what to do. “Where the hell is he going to go?”

The muffled cheers of the crowd filter through the arena, signifying that the Islanders have added to their lead late in the second. You smile faintly and, like a lightning bolt to the head, realize where Max wandered off to. Or where you hope he wandered off to.

You book it towards the Lab and the MSG broadcast set up, trying to see around the crowds of people that are leaving their seats now that the second period is over. Obviously, you can’t see anything around all the people and the closer you get to the main stairs, the more panic you’re starting to feel, thinking about the girls back at the seats and what you’ll do if Max isn’t with Mat.

Once the cameras and desk come into view, your entire body unclenches, Max is happily perched on Mat’s hip, chattering away with Shannon while Mat and Thomas discuss the second period’s play. The cameras are on and your son is broadcasting live on MSG. You wiggle your way through the little crowd of people around the set and get to the front, by the retractable belt barriers, and try to catch Mat’s eye.

The second he spots you, his entire expression changes, a delighted smile stretching across his face and his eyes crinkling up at the corners. He looks like a twenty-something again, not the nearly forty-year-old he actually is.

“Max!” You hiss, trying not to be heard. “Send him over here!” You wave your free hand at the duo, Diet Coke wedged under your arm and pretzels getting squished in your hand.

Mat shakes his head at you and Thomas and Shannon look over too, all three of them laughing. Mat turns back to the camera, Max smiling like the cat that got the canary. “My wife’s trying to get our broadcast sidekick back,” he says, laughing. Mat bounces Max in his arms. “But I think we’ll keep him around for his color commentary.”

“No, oh my god,” you shake your head and gesture for Max to come back to you. “Mat, stop it.”

“Max,” Mat turns to look at your son, totally ignoring you, “what did you think of the game so far?”

Embracing the fact that Mat’s going to let Max join them for a while at least, you sigh and relax into the moment, watching Max perk up as he gets to discuss his favorite thing.

“I missed Matt’s goal,” he complains, Matt Maggio must’ve been the one to score when you noticed Max was missing. “But I like Jack the best ‘cause he’s funny and plays mini sticks. And also he gave me a piggy-back all day at Easter.”

Shannon laughs and chimes in, “we like Jack around here too. But hey, Max, I can show you Matt’s goal while your dad and Thomas discuss some of the finer points of the game.”

Max wiggles out of Mat’s arms and darts around Thomas’s back so he can stand with Shannon and watch the goal he missed. You snap a picture of Max’s head poking over the desk, heart melting at the sheer excitement on his face. You also notice the dozen texts littering your phone’s screen - a multitude of laughing emojis sent from the girls while they watch at home.

The fans around you are clearly eating up Max’s presence and you feel a little spike of anxiety thinking about how exposed he is to the public now, after keeping his and Talia’s faces mostly hidden on your social media pages. It’s always a little inevitable that the kids are seen with Mat out in public, but you almost wish you could snatch up all the phones recording video and taking pictures of Max as he points something out to Shannon on the iPad.

You take a nervous bite out of your pretzel and try to just enjoy the moment until they go to commercial when you can duck under the belt barrier. Mat grins boyishly at you, grabbing your waist to pull you in for a quick kiss. “Well, this is fun,” he says, pulling back from the kiss. “Family broadcast.”

“He is so stupid sneaky,” you shake your head, offering Mat the pretzel that you’d taken a bite out of. He accepts it and tears off a piece of his own. “And fast.”

Thomas laughs, leaning his forearms on the desk. “That’ll be helpful when he’s zipping around defensemen and scoring goals,” he teases before going to say hi to the fans and take selfies.

“Mom, look!” Max pops up at your side, holding a puck. Where did he get that?

“Pretty cool,” you smile down at him and let Mat lift him back up onto his hip. Max’s long legs kick at Mat’s thighs. “Where’d you get that, bud?”

“From Dad when I got here,” Max chirps. “Can I stay? Cause I don’t wanna be with the girls.”

He cuddles up against Mat’s shoulder, the father-son duo wearing matching hangdog, pleading expressions on their faces. The day Mat taught both kids the look was the worst day of your life, weakening your already minimal willpower. This time you have to say no, interrupting Mat while he’s working is only cute for so long.

“Sorry, Maxy,” you reply sympathetically. “We have to get back to the girls, but we’ll see Dad right after the game.”

Max whines loudly, reminding you that he’s still only five, and you chew on the inside of your lip. Mat pats Max on the back and whispers something in his ear, the extra lighting catching on the few greys that are starting to form in Mat’s dark hair. You wait while Mat talks quietly to your son, trying not to worry about coming back from commercial while you’re all standing in the middle of everything. Eventually, Max huffs an exasperated sigh and wiggles out of Mat’s grip again, slumping his way over to your side.

You smirk a little, “gee, don’t look so thrilled to come hang with your mom.”

Mat laughs and you roll your eyes at him.

“I wanted to stay with Dad,” Max pouts, little fingers gripping tightly onto the puck. “But he said that he’d take me to the locker room if I go with you.”

“Bribery,” Mat winks at you. “A dad’s best weapon.”

The ten second warning that the commercial is ending blinks and you grab Max’s hand, “okay, time to go back to the girls. We’ll see Dad later, okay?”

Max waves at Mat as you guide him away from the set. “Bye, Dad! Don’t forget I wanna see Jack and the locker room,” he shouts and you can hear Mat’s laughter boom over the noise of the crowd.

“I won’t forget Max, be good for Mom,” Mat calls out.

You hurry back to your seats, Max hopping along and waving to people as you go. He gives big, cheerful greetings to the ushers and security guards he recognizes, forcing you to stop when Sparky passes by so he can give the mascot a high-five and a hug around the legs.

“Max, baby, please. We can see Sparky later,” you sigh, a little worried about leaving the girls alone for so long. You know they’ll listen and not leave the seats, but you feel vaguely like a terribly mother/babysitter since they’ve been sitting by themselves for nearly twenty minutes.

Max pouts, but takes a hold of the hand you’re holding out for him and dutifully follows you back to the seats. He clambers over the couple at the end of the row and you apologize quickly for him, making another mental note to work on the kid’s manners.

“Where did you go?” Talia pops up in her seat like a meerkat, wrinkling her face at you in confusion. “We thought you, like, got kidnapped!”

“We didn’t get kidnapped,” you huff, passing around the pretzels. The girls thank you and turn back to the on-ice intermission action. Max reaches for your half eaten one too and you’re glad you at least got a bite in earlier. “Max ran off to see Dad.”

Max grins at his sister, mouth full of chewed pretzel. ���Dad gave me a puck and I got to be on TV with him,” he manages to sound smug and excited all at the same time, waving the gifted puck in one hand.

Talia pouts a little, still childish despite how she tries to mimic the older girls.

“Eat your pretzel,” you twirl your finger to get her to look back at the ice. “There are a thousand pucks at home. Oh,” you add, “we’re going to head down to the locker room after the game. Dad promised Max.”

That gets the girls going, chattering about how they get to see Jack and the rest of the players, giggling like crazy while huddled together. You lean back in your seat, smiling softly at how cute they all are. Max is on his feet, dancing along to the arena music, waving both hands in the air - your little party animal. You send Mat a video of him dancing, teasing that father and son have the same moves.

He shoots back a gif of himself dancing at the Martins’ wedding more than fifteen years ago, making you laugh out loud, drawing the attention of all five kids. “Ignore me,” you laugh, waving a hand at them.

Another message from Mat vibrates your phone: leave the kids with marts and syd when you drop the girls off after the game, i wanna show you more of my moves 👀

Giggling like a high schooler with a crush, you take a minute to appreciate that Mat still makes you feel floaty and dizzy with love. Over ten years together and he still makes your heart skip a beat.

“Mom,” Talia’s voice slices through your thoughts, “what’s Dad saying? Because you look so weird.”

Schooling your features into a more neutral expression, you lean forward over the seat and ask, “how do you guys feel about a sleepover at Aunt Syd and Uncle Matt’s?”

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

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So.. I watchies Winnie da Pooh n Tiggie huggied a cloud!!! I thoughts I wishies I coulds hugs a clouds.. N den remembered yestewday whens at a sciency museum dey hads dis mini tornado machine dat yous could step up into da mini tornado... I could has huggied a cloud! Sort of a cloud, da closest I gons gets to a clouds anyways... But I was too shy to do it arounds other people.. point of dis is go hop in da tornado machines n huggies a cloud, dance in fronts of da scween dat turns yous movements into colorful swirls on da scween n feels like Elsa fwom Frozen, play da giant operation game n be a doctors for a day, watchies da robots talkies as long as yous wants to n go build in da room wiff all da connectie toys to yous little engineering hearts desiwes! Yous only gets one life as you, go lives it n has funs like nobody watchies!

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[loganslowdown4]

Sanders Sides Anime Intro

All The Details Part 2!

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Here’s my list of animes I thought the shots were being compared to. I know I’m TOTALLY WRONG lol but it was fun to guess

Sailor Moon colours

Logan - Sakamoto

Roman - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Silhouettes - Cowboy Bebop

Title - My Hero Acadamia

Actually Thomas is making a video on all the animes that were used to inspire the video on patreon so I’ll know for sure soon lol

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All the Japanese text I translated here

And the whole ‘Remus & Janus are bros’ line explained here

I still can’t believe it was the Bee Movie the whole time, although I had no idea Jim Cummings (who’s the voice of Winnie The Pooh) is the narrator of said Bee Movie and says these lines and in weird round about way this completely explains this 😂

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i think we should only call Virgil THUNDERSIDE from now on

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My boi still rereading his fave 🕵️‍♂️

Continue to Part 3!

[catfang12]

When I got home my Classes tigger came in the mail!!!!! I love him so much he's bigger then I thought tho😁🐅🐅🐅🐅🐅🐅🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🧡🖤 we're watching our favorite winnie the pooh movie 💙

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Day 4: Movie Night

For @moxiety-week

Word Count: 651

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Moxiety 💙💜

Warnings: Sick-fic

~~~START~~~

Patton had been feeling under the weather all day, but he had dishes to wash and kiddos to feed. He could feel sick later. 

He was just taking a little break — just barely closing his eyes — in the middle of doing dishes, when he was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat. 

“Hey, Pat, you feeling alright?” Virgil was leaning against the cabinets to his left. Patton must have been taking a larger rest than he’d thought if he hadn’t even heard the other Side come in. 

“Oh yeah!” Patton grinned, desperately hoping Janus would choose now to pop up. “I’m right as rain, Vee!” 

Virgil gave him a skeptical look. “You’re sure?” 

“Absolutely!” 

Virgil frowned for a moment before glancing at something behind Patton and smirking. “Oh, hey Jan.” 

Patton gasped and whipped around, only to find that the kitchen was empty except for him and Virgil. 

“Hey!” He pouted, appalled that Virgil would use such a dirty, underhanded trick on him. He continued to pout as Virgil pressed a — surprisingly cold — hand to his forehead. 

“Pat! You’re burning up!” 

“I feel fine, sweetie, really. I just gotta finish these dishes, and make dinner, and then do the dishes from dinner. And then I hafta–” 

“Nope,” Virgil plucked the plate and sponge out of Patton’s hands and placed them back in the sink before wrapping an arm around Patton’s shoulders and leading him out of the kitchen. “You’re sick, and you’re done working for the day.” 

“But dinner–” 

“Roman!” Virgil called, summoning him with a wave of his hand. 

“Ow!” Roman whined, rising up in front of the tv, rubbing the back of his head. “You know, you’re only slightly gentler than Logan when you do that!” 

“Awww, poor wittle Princey,” Virgil mocked, good-naturedly. “Pat’s sick, so we’re getting pizza and having a movie night.” 

“Excellent! I will retrieve the pizzas and the others!” Roman grinned. He started to sink out, but Virgil stopped him. 

“Don’t tell Lo that Pat’s sick, or else he won’t come!” 

“I know, I know!” Roman called as he sunk out for real. 

“I’m fine, Virge!” Patton protested, pulling out of Virgil’s hold. 

Virgil sighed, then glanced behind Patton once more. “Oh, hey Jan.” 

“I’m not falling for that again!” Patton told him, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the way the room was spinning ever so slightly. 

“Well hello to you too, Patton,” Janus’s voice purred from behind him. 

Patton spun around, making his dizziness even worse and causing him to lose his footing. Luckily Virgil managed to catch him. 

“Looks like you literally fell for it that time,” Virgil deadpanned. 

Janus rolled his eyes. “Now, if you’re done lying about how you’re not sick, I was promised a movie night.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, put in Winnie the Pooh, will you?” Virgil requested, picking Patton up and carrying him the rest of the way to the sectional. 

“Yay,” Patton cheered weakly. Now that he wasn’t on his feet anymore, it was a lot easier to notice the waves of fatigue that crashed over him. 

He barely noticed when Virgil sat down, or when the others filled in around them; it wasn’t until Virgil was waving a slice of pizza in front of his face that he really came back to himself. It was halfway through his second slice that he realized that he was now wearing his cat onesie, Virgil was now in his skeleton onesie, and Roman had extended the couch out to resemble more of a bed. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” Patton murmured once he was done eating, relaxing back into Virgil’s warmth. 

Virgil smiled and draped a blanket over the two of them. “Any time, Pat.” 

Patton saw the beginning of Big Hero 6 — chosen to appease Logan, who was worried about contracting Patton’s illness — but didn’t even make it to the science expo before falling asleep. 

~~~END~~~

General taglist

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[ratsoh-writes]

Continued skeletons in child leashes

Pluto: I am holding him like a birthday balloon

Jupiter: I am holding him like a hot air balloon. We have passed the clouds. A plane has flown under us. I don't think he is going to stop.

Butch: he is reluctantly being held by Darling

Snipe: he is happily being held by Darling

Edge: his eyes widen and suddenly narrow. He pulls out a notebook and starts writing down all the ways I will be ruined legally

Lilac: Reaching behind his back, he unhooks the leash. He smiles before sprinting off while still holding the leash lead I am attached to. Unlike Star, there is no mercy stop.

Papyrus: he wears the leash just fine. After a while he says he has an errand and I suddenly only see the leash remains. After an hour he returns and puts the leash back on.

Compass: just kind of has this look on his face that speaks about trauma from reluctant acceptance of a situation.

Bruiser: he's being held by Don, pouting, as if this had happened before.

Cricket: I turn around. The leash holds his replica made of fireworks.

Lens: also lays on the ground like a cat on a leash but his large glasses hit the sun just right and set off Cricket's firework clone. Panic ensues.

G: manages to convince me I am cutting off his oxygen and putting every one of these rib-breathing skeletons at risk. However I can hold them with leaves from a mango tree carefully weaved together as long as we are at the beach where the saltwater is in the air.....(I am played a fool)

Coffee: gets in position to take the shot

Lush: manages to hold the lead to pull me before saying "comes at a cost. pay up."

Sugar: also holding Winnie on a leash, deep in thought. He highlights how demeaning this is but at the same time it accomplishes so much? Is this ethical? He asks Winnie if she is happy.

Winnie: *runs so her dad falls over while giggling*

Mal: just like Wine, the roles have been reversed but the leash is immediately taken away as he explains how I am not deserving to be his pet.

Rancher: *just rips it off like tissue paper.*

Peaches: *has pie, doesn't complain*

Moose: break time. That's fine.

Maple: "ARE WE JUST STANDING HERE?" *Awkwardly fidgets before just deciding to walk off. It's not like I can stop him.*

Rhythm: he moves around me in a dance but I realize I have been tied up like a starwars ATAT walker.

Noir: he is upset that I just tied the leash to his leg. At least try.

Rust: he wishes this was the first time. (Daycare or Annie? Who knows)

Ram and Pitch: we've all agreed it is in poor taste for them to wear a leash so we don't go there.

Fisher: *starts chuckling while pointing out how he was finally fished*

Jasper: Why?? What did I do?? 🥺🥺

Finn: he understands the situation and instead is planning out events we can all do together.

Honey: sighs and then glitches out after a while to DM his next session.

Salt: *looks around at everyone on a leash* So is this like a dungeon or...?

Boss: I have been murdered

Slim: hides my body under a pile of leashes

Sparks: "OHH~!!! CAN I INVITE KIT!? 💙 WE'RE A PACKAGE DEAL." Sparks no this isn't-

Orion: "I once had to tattoo one of these on someone.... I don't like where this is going."

Atlas: *pulls the leash at exactly the right calculated angle to make my head hit the ground.*

Cider: politely holding still but inside he is screaming.

Barley: sits down and pulls out his guitar. As long as he is here he may as well boost up his fan base with the free crowd.

Tempo: *tries to cheer up Compass by tapping out a tune with a pencil on a notepad*

Capitan: he slices the leash.

Hook: a room full of anxious people trying to leave? He'll fight you to be the first one out. And by you he means me. But he can't punch me because it's like kicking a puppy. Capitan finally cuts the leash.

Quill: I am too heavy for him to lift. Instead I am attacked like the chickens in Zelda.

Crow: I am not too heavy to lift. I have been dropped in the ocean.

Ajshjdhdjdjdjdjd these are all so on point!!! 😭😭😭

[mckennamikaelsonxoxo]

I've thought and thought, over and over again, about how I wanted to tell about this chapter in my life. I'm not ready to tell the people I know, but I feel maybe getting it off my chest would help. I thought about writing it in my journal, but part of me told me to write it on here. That maybe someone else would see it and feel a little less alone.

Miscarriage is the absolute most painful thing I've experienced so far in life. I thought having 1 miscarriage would have killed me, but now here I am, having had 6 miscarriages at 20 years old. 4 pregnancies that led to 6 angel babies. I wouldn't undo their existence, but I wish they could have been here to experience this thing we call life. I may be young, and I still have a lot I have to figure out, but I would have figured everything out for them.

I lost my first baby with my love at 6 weeks. My sweet, Winnie Bee. 💛 I've had my heart broken many times, but I swear it shattered that day. Since that awful day in April, I've been slowly trying to put the pieces back together, knowing a huge piece is now missing. But I've been forcing myself to go on.

I lost my 2nd baby at 4 weeks. My sunshine, Story Rae. 🧡 I thought life couldn't have gotten any worse than it already did. Mothers Day will never be the same for me, as I lost them the day after.

I lost my 3rd baby at 3 weeks. My little Bean, Kambrie Runa. 🩷 I'll admit this miscarriage was the strangest of the 5 I've had. I feel that something in my body changed when I lost them. I can't really explain it, but let's just say my body hasn't been the same. It this point, I still fought for whatever i was doing at the time. I tried to go about life like nothing had happened. I tried to ignore it, and I feel like a bad mom for ignoring it like it didn't happen.

My last 3 babies were triplets. I lost them all at different gestations. I lost baby C at 3 weeks. My lovebug, Riley Nyx. 💜 Although nothing could explain the loss of one baby and the others still being alive in your womb, I was still thankful I still had two. I cried myself to sleep every night, begging everything out there to give me Riley back. At about 5 weeks, I knew something was wrong with baby B. I knew my body was giving up. I thought I was going to lose them then, but they held on. It wasn't until 8 weeks that it was their time to go. My little Buggie, Bailey Lex. 💚 They held on until then, and they fought so hard to stay, but Earth wasn't the place for them. I don't think I've ever cried as hard as I did that day. Baby A, I didn't know about until a week after losing Bailey. I figured it was my body still adjusting to losing Riley and Bailey, but I was wrong. At 10 weeks, I lost my last triplet. I'm so sorry, my little buddy, Corey Ash. 💙 Mama cherished the time you were with her. I'm so sorry my body couldn't protect you. I love you, Bub.

They were too beautiful for this Earth, and I know they're safe where they are now, but nothing compares to the pain of losing them. My whole life, the only thing u wanted to be was a mother. And I am one, just not the kind I expected to be. I know I have plenty of time to have other children in the future, but nothing could have prepared me for the pain that came with losing them. I love you, my 6 little angels. More than anything in the universe. 👼🤍

[wnterwnderlxnd]

What do you think high sex with jisung would be like? I imagine very giggly and sloppy with lots and lots of slow lazy kisses

oh yesss yess yess high sex with Ji is such a thought. i see him being very very giggly and sloppy/messy but also kinda clumsy too.. and experimental? definitely experimental

hear me out. i truly think being high would give him the courage to try things he wouldn’t normally try. maybe he saw this crazy position the other day while he was watching something and boom now he’s got you folded like a pretzel half way off the bed for research purposes. maybe he’s recently wanted to try ice play.. which of course means this thought causes him to pull out mid stroke to run down the hall to grab some ice cubes giggling the whole way bc i mean why not right??

jisung + high sex = is an adventure to say the least and i may or may not have just prompted myself into turning this though into a one shot 🤭🤭

[intrepidacious]

Idk if you answer this type of questions but how is reader and bucky from set me free? 🥺💙 What are they up to? I loved them so much, and now I'm attached. Are they living together in the city? Or maybe it was overwhelming and they moved to a small town or a cabin in the woods?

well you’re actually the first person to ever ask this type of question 🥺 with most of my stories, i’m done thinking about them by the time i stop writing, but luckily for you, these two are very dear to me as well. so i do have a few thoughts

being understood

pairing: bucky barnes x (former) nymph!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: an uncharacteristic amount of fluff

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: this is a continuation of my fic set me free, please read that one first!! title is, once again, taken from the little mermaid musical <3

life as a human is different than you’d expected

mostly, it’s in a good way, but they really overcomplicate things wherever they can, don’t they?

but it doesn’t matter, because you’re not alone in this

it takes two weeks to cross the atlantic, on a ship you would have smelled from miles away just a few days ago, but now you find that, strangely enough, you don’t mind as much

you hate wearing shoes though. bucky still has to force them on your feet

"you’re gonna freeze to death, angel, and then what’ll become of me?"

he gets a glare for that, until he distracts you with a kiss

(it’s one of the better developments by far)

and you talk

you’ve been telling each other stories for a long time at this point, but now you don’t have to hold back anymore. now it’s not a tediously slow thing that takes hours to coax out of a dried up pen

you haven’t talked this much in years, decades maybe, because who would you have talked to, and about what? the river knew the seasons just as well as you did

now, though, for the first time in your life, you’ve got some catching up to do. and you love it

when you get to new york, you both move in with bucky’s family at first. because of course you do

winnie loves you immediately, and so do the twins, but rebecca’s a little more apprehensive. she’s like her father in that sense

they both feel that something isn’t quite normal with you

you’ve decided that you weren’t going to tell anyone else about your past

(you’re pretty sure steve knows, and some of the howlies at least suspect, but no one has ever confronted you about it, and you can live with things being a bit up in the air)

not that they’d believe you, anyway. you’ve found that believing in things beyond what is considered "rational" has dwindled horrifically over the centuries

your best bet, then, is to wait and to hope. you’re quite good at that

and thankfully, becca trusts her brother enough to let herself slowly warm up to you until one day, she offers to teach you how to braid challah

(you manage until the dough needs proofing, which is when you excuse yourself to the fire escape, breathing in the cool night air that smells faintly of smoke and dust, blinking until your vision doesn’t blur anymore. this is happy, you think. and then bucky ducks out to wrap his jacket around your shoulder and you marvel at the fact that happiness is a thing that expands every time you think you’ve reached its peak)

it’s nice, living with his family, and you can tell bucky needed this

he’s still in a lot of pain because of his arm, even though he tries to shield you from it

but you feel it, still, in your skin, your blood, your bones. his nightmares and yours work in tandem

some days, trying to kiss the doubts away just isn’t enough

whenever that happens, you’re both drawn to the water

it’s different from the one you called home, salty and wild, but it knows you, and it knows him. water changes, but it doesn’t forget

so when you walk along the beach on coney island hand in hand, blasted shoes left behind for once, and the sea laps at your toes, it’s like a gentle caress

being remembered, being understood by something so much larger than yourselves seems like an almost heartbreaking reassurance

(that longing will stay with you for the rest of your days, but you learn to live with the ache)

after a while, though, you both get restless

there’s just not enough room for seven people. bucky constantly feels like he’s in everyone’s way, and the kids have long given up trying to teach you pinochle

"what do you think we try'n get our own place? just you and me?"

the question is whispered into your ear in the dead of night, as if he were seriously thinking you capable of refusing an idea as wonderful as that

"or," he continues, because he can’t see the smile spreading on your face, "we can use some of that pension of mine and just get out of town for a while"

your hands find his face, tracing its sharp edges until you feel them soften underneath your fingertips

"doesn’t matter where we go. but i wanna go with you"

you’re not hurried in deciding your future. you’ve started to learn that while human years might be short, their days are long. and you have time

besides, steve made some arrangements that require bucky to go into manhattan several times a week

(howard stark, you learn, is not a doctor, but he’s a smart man, and there are some tricks he’s thought up to use broken fins again)

he seems lighter than you’ve ever known him, despite the additional weight on his shoulder

your boy hates feeling useless, even if no one’s ever thought him so

by the way his face lights up the first time he manages to move metal fingertips, you suppose this is a good development

it gives him some of that confidence back that you’d only seen flickers of before

bucky proposes to you for the second time on that beach on coney island, after you've been laughing and shouting through the afternoon and pressing into his side on terrifying rollercoasters you curse his name for

he’s so nervous, down on one knee, that you almost feel bad for laughing with the joy bubbling up inside of you when you tell him that you already accepted him weeks ago

he blushes again, and that pink tingeing his cheeks is quickly becoming your favourite colour

his grandma's ring fits your finger perfectly, and the fact that it’s adorned with a tiny pearl found in the depths of the sea generations ago seems fateful

(careful, pearl, your mother used to say, and maybe she knew even then that you’d never learn to listen. that you were destined for something other than the loneliness of rivers and stones. something grander like the ocean you fell in love with; the one in bucky’s eyes)

"let’s see the world," you whisper against his lips, and you feel that beautiful smile of his more than you see it

you’re more than ready for the rest of your happy ending

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[miasma-of-fear]

anonymous | Misc. Asks

Please consider: Winnie Worm introducing Jon to spitroasting via fuck machine 💜

[ Ohhh it has been considered 👀💙 ]

"How's that, pet? Not too much?"

It takes Jonathan a moment to process his lover's question, the silicone tip resting just past his ring of muscles scrambling his thoughts. But he manages to nod after a couple seconds, earning him a pleased smile and a soft stroke of his cheek. The touch pulls Jonathan's eyes up to look at Edwin standing above him by the side of the bed, the scientist's gaze quickly dipping down again to gaze at the hard cock a mere few inches from his face, unable to stop himself from licking his lips.

Edwin had walked him through what the plan was thrice now, making very sure he's alright with every feature, but it had only served to fill Jonathan with even more anticipation. The artfully tied ropes keeping his knees bent under him, the bar forcing his ankles apart, the too much too little sensation of just the bare minimum of the unmoving literal fucking contraption keeping him open- He silently curses Edwin yet again for playing his repressed libido so masterfully.

As if reading his mind- Christ knows Edwin might as well be able to with how long they've known each other- the inventor pinches Jonathan's chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding him to lift his head again. "Are we getting impatient?" he asks, faux sweetness glazed over that spine tingling tone he employs whenever he fills the dominant role. Jonathan quickly shakes his head, and Edwin's smile returns. "Good pet. Let's get you the rest of the way situated, hm?"

Not leaving room for any reply, Edwin runs his hand over Jonathan's hair, down his spine, pinching the inside of his thigh before picking up the remote set atop the machine's blocky base. Pretending to study the simplistic button based controls, Edwin absently trails a finger up the dildo, teasing Jonathan's rim and smirking at the gasp that draws from him, reflexively clenching down.

Circling around to Jonathan's front again, Edwin says, "now, while this may be a more basic model, I've still had quite some fun with it. Albeit..." He glances behind him. "With something much bigger." Returning his attention to Jonathan, gently cupping his cheek, he teases, "though, since you're just a beginner, I thought you may want to start off with an easier length and girth. I wouldn't want to break my favorite toy."

The flame of indignant pride rises up in Jonathan's chest, burning through in a glare and curled lip, but he holds his tongue. Edwin chuckles at this reaction, gliding his thumb across the sharp curve of Jonathan's face before pressing a firm hand on his shoulder. His question is answered before it can be voiced, a press of a button and the machine pushes the artificial cock deeper inside him at a slow, unwavering pace, Jonathan's fingers balling up in the sheets as he clenches his jaw and his back straightens. The constant, seemingly never ending stretch is almost too much, burning just slightly despite the prepping and generous amount of lube- yet it stops before it can be enough, the whole length nestled firmly within him, just resting there on so many overly sensitive nerve endings. It's a little smaller than Edwin, but thicker, his walls still stretching to accommodate the now once again motionless pressure, hips involuntarily jerking backwards some. He needs more- an impulse that mildly frightens him, feeling his muscles clench down again- yet it's already so much.

Jonathan isn't given long to dwell on the contradictory urges as his attention is quickly pulled to the other end of his body by a weight pressing down on the mattress in front of him, the sudden warmth of Edwin's cock gently smacking his cheek enough to make his own twitch between his legs. He's vaguely ashamed of how eagerly he takes the length into his mouth, but elects to focus more so on the part of this scene he was most excited for, letting out a small rumble of approval at the familiar weight and taste. As Jonathan sucks at his tip and licks stripes up his shaft, Edwin lets out a low moan, petting his hair before leaning back to grab a pillow to fold and set under the kneeling man's torso. With an appreciative sigh through his nose, Jonathan hollows his cheeks and takes more of him into his mouth, searching out the prominent vein to push against as he slides his full lips down to the base. Feeling the tip poke into his throat and the blond curls tickle his nose, Jonathan makes a small hum, opening his eyes to peer up at Edwin through thick lashes. Even he's not immune to showing off every once in a while, especially when it gets him such sinfully sweet noises and an undeniable throb against his tongue, quick to pull back and lick up the few drops of precum like precious water before diving back down.

His devious boyfriend stops him from settling into a proper pace, grabbing a fistful of his hair and activating the machine's internal mechanism, setting the piston to thrust in and out of Jonathan with enough force to knock him forward. Edwin keeps himself fully sheathed in Jonathan's throat for a few seconds, not allowing him to jerk away with the grip on his hair, before pulling himself out and loosening his grip. Jonathan only just manages to cut off half the obscene mewling that errupted from his throat amidst splutters, quickly clenching his teeth again and burying his face in the pillow, fighting in vain against the binds keeping him spread open. The head of the silicone cock repeatedly rams just next to his prostate, Jonathan struggling to resist both the urge to pull away and push back.

Tutting with disapproval, Edwin yanks Jonathan's head back, forcing him to look up at him. "What's the matter, pet?" he asks, again with that skin prickling condescension. "Is this too much for you to handle?"

Jonathan quickly shakes his head as much as he can- he doesn't trust himself to open his mouth, but doesn't have the chance either way as his hair is yanked again, a breathy yelp falling from his lips.

"Then open up and do as you're told," Edwin orders, pulling him by his hair back towards his leaking member.

Jonathan obeys instantly, opening his mouth and trying to dive forward, the sharp pain of not enough slack stopping him, making him wait for it. But Edwin wastes little time pushing back into Jonathan's throat with a grunt, a second hand grabbing the side of his head, pulling him into his thrusts and setting an equally punishing pace. The combination of the merciless thrusts, the stinging in his scalp, the burn in his throat, and the saliva soon running down his chin ties the knot in his stomach almost painfully tight, his own neglected cock aching as it sways from the back and forth fucking his body is taking. Tears soon begin pricking in the corners of his eyes as he gazes up at Edwin, clinging to his lashes as they begin to flow, fighting to keep his throat relaxed enough to not fully choke, to keep the noises threatening to spill from him at bay. The lewd, wet sounds of Edwin plunging into his throat and the dildo slamming into his ass do nothing to help, his every nerve screaming from the rough treatment, certain he'll be torn apart at this rate. And yet he can't stop himself from moving against both forces, rutting back and swallowing hard.

Holding the remote up to make sure Jonathan sees him, Edwin presses the button to up the machine's speed, instantly getting his lover to groan- and promptly gag, trying desperately to pull back but stuck in place with the grip on his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut and digging his nails into the pillow case, Jonathan gasps and moans around Edwin as he continues abusing his throat, the heat in his groin growing and growing to an unbearable level- Until a full on scream tears itself from him, quickly devolving into desperate gasps and gurgles as he shoots three, four, five thick ropes into the sheets and over his stomach as his cock continues to rapidly bounce up and down. Edwin lets out a wanton moan as Jonathan begins writhing against him, leaning his head back as he keens. Glancing down at Jonathan, wide blue eyes magnified by the tears streaming down his cheeks pulls Edwin over the edge as well, pulling him flush against his pelvis as he empties down his throat.

By the time they come down, both men are desperately gasping for breath, Edwin letting himself fall backwards to clear Jonathan's airway, the taller man's arms at last giving out under him. Edwin lays panting on his back for a couple moments, until a hoarse, incoherent plea and lame pull on his leg reminds him the machine is still running. Hurriedly sitting up with a cuss, Edwin turns it off with the remote, waiting until it slows to a stop to help Jonathan off of it. The gasping man promptly collapsing in his boyfriend's lap, laying his head on his thigh as his body goes limp, still save for the rise and fall of his chest.

Gently rubbing Jonathan's back, Edwin leans over him to open the spreader bar clasps, moving his knees out from under him and to the side to let him rest. He can undo the ropes later, right now they both need aftercare. Edwin moves them both to lie on their sides, placing the pillow under Jonathan's head and neck.

Touching the side of Jonathan's face- giving him the option to move away- before stroking his cheek, Edwin softly coos, "you did so well, mein Lieb. So wonderful, so perfect for me."

Jonathan only makes a soft mm in reply, but allows Edwin to pet him, love him- a plus side of him letting himself be submissive for once is he's always too tired to refute his praise. Smiling some, Edwin tilts Jonathan's chin up, softly licking the tears from his cheeks and kissing his nose. He feels guilty at times for getting so turned on by Jonathan crying, so beautiful with wet cheeks and puffy red eyes around that stunning blue, but he has to remember he enjoys making him do the same. They match each other on so much and compliment on more- Even if Edwin wasn't so romantically inclined, he wouldn't be able to help thinking they're perfect for each other.

And even if Jonathan won't or can't say it, tucking his head under Edwin's chin and holding onto his arm, he has a sneaking suspicion he agrees in his own variation.

[deliriumofendless]

I hope I am not too late for Slutty Saturday, but I just got a thought ™:

Joel with a chocker. That's it, that's the thought. Paired with the lace shirt and nothing else. He would look so pretty and I would be able to 'toss him around' and bring him down to my height.

-💙

it’s never too late to be slutty and when you say “nothing else” do you mean like winnie the pooh style because unfortunately i am not into that

[freddiefiction]

hi! can you write something about freddie and jim looking at some older photos and reminishing about the start of their relationship?

i love u, ur blog, and ur writing 💙

‘Reminiscing again, are we?’

Jim looks up from one of the many photo albums he’s been flicking through for the last hour, smiling and adjusting his glasses as Freddie walks into the room. ‘Sorry, love. Got a bit distracted while I was sorting through the boxes from the attic.’

Freddie takes a seat on his husband’s lap, leaning their heads together as he studies the album’s contents thoughtfully. ‘I hate looking at old photographs of myself. Makes me realise how old I’m getting.’

‘You’re still as gorgeous as you were back then, and you know it.’ Jim reaches up and runs his fingers through Freddie’s thin salt-and-pepper coloured hair. He isn’t just trying to placate him; Freddie truly is the most gorgeous creature he’s ever set his eyes upon, and as far as Jim’s concerned, he only grows more beautiful with age.

Freddie grumbles and snuggles into Jim’s shoulder, his fingertip lighting tracing over a small, grainy photograph of the pair of them standing on the front lawn outside the house. ‘That was the first time you visited Garden Lodge. I still remember how nervous I was that day.’

‘How do you think I felt?’ Jim chuckles. ‘I’d never seen such a magnificent place. I thought I was in over my head. I thought you were only keeping me around to make your boyfriend jealous.’

Freddie wets his lips, taking one of the buttons on Jim’s cardigan between his fingers and twisting it absent-mindedly. ‘I was in a really weird place then. I liked you – I really liked you. But there was still Winnie, and I didn’t…’ He sighs and lets go of the button, taking Jim’s hand instead. ‘I didn’t know what I wanted. I loved Winnie, but you could hardly call our relationship healthy; he spent most of his time at work and when he wasn’t working, we were at each other’s throats. Then I met you and…’

Jim gives his hand a squeeze. ‘You don’t have to explain, love. I know.’

But Freddie shakes his head. ‘I shouldn’t have treated you that way. You deserved better. I played stupid games and messed you around because I thought that’s how love worked. It was wrong and unfair.’

‘Yes, it was.’ Jim replies but he turns his head and brushes a gentle kiss against Freddie’s lips. ‘But you changed and learned from your mistakes, the same way I did after John broke up with me.’

‘That’s not the-’ Freddie begins but Jim puts a finger against his lips.

‘Enough, darling.’ He murmurs in that stern voice that always makes Freddie squirm. ‘You’re always saying that there’s no point dwelling on the past. We moved past that dent in our relationship and came out stronger because of it. And look where we are now.’

Freddie knows there isn’t any point in arguing. While Jim has always been the meeker of the two, he can be equally as stubborn. He turns the page to the next set of photographs, a smile finally making its way to his face when his eye falls upon a familiar snapshot. ‘Oh, darling, look! Our little Dorothy.’

‘I wish I could have brought her to London with me.’ He sighs, stroking the photograph as if he can still feel her soft fur. ‘But she was so settled in Munich, I thought moving might upset her.’

‘Plus, she hated other cats.’ Jim adds. ‘You made the right call, love. She’s much happier living with Barbara, where she’s the centre of attention.’

‘I suppose so. But I miss her.’

‘So do I.’ Jim gazes fondly at the little tabby nestled in his arms. ‘She was such a gentle little soul. Never had to worry about her claws.’

‘You’re a braver man than I am, holding a cat without a shirt.’ Freddie laughs heartily. ‘Not that I’m complaining. It’s a lovely view.’

‘Behave!’ Jim pretends to swat him as he turns the page.

‘Ah, Japan.’ Freddie leans his head against Jim’s, remembering what had to have been the most romantic three weeks of his life. ‘I’ve always thought of that holiday as our honeymoon of sorts.’

‘Me too. It was the most amazing trip I’ve ever been on. Do you remember when you decided to pour an entire bottle of rice wine into our bath, and we ended up getting drunk off our tits?’

‘I blame Misa entirely. She should have told me you’re only supposed to add one cup of sake. But that was nothing compared to you almost dying from food poisoning after we visited that chicken restaurant.’

Jim covers his face and groans. ‘Oh God, don’t remind me. I was in so much pain, I swore I’d become a vegetarian if I survived the ordeal.’

‘Luckily for you, your husband is an amazing nurse!’

‘I think this is my favourite one.’ Freddie can still remember how Jim’s bicep felt beneath his hand and the memory makes his stomach flutter. ‘I was so fucking smitten with you, darling. I just wanted you to wrap your big arms around me and pin me to the-’

‘Not in front of the children!’ Jim sniggers, as Lily rubs herself against his ankle. ‘This is my favourite too. You know you have the most beautiful smile in the world, right?’

Freddie’s face falls. ‘Oh darling, it’s hideous. I look like a donkey!’

‘We’ll have none of that talk here. Nobody badmouths my husband – not even my husband!’

Freddie rolls his eyes but can’t help giggling like an idiot at Jim’s humour. When he looks at the photograph again, his teeth don’t look quite as bad as he originally thought.

‘Almost at the end.’ Jim turns to the next page, but almost immediately wishes he hadn’t. A lump grows in his throat the size of a tennis ball, and he feels tears on his lashes. He quickly removes his glasses and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, hoping Freddie can’t see.

Freddie’s breath hitches in his throat. He’s never seen this photograph before, but he knows what it is. It was taken during what he had believed were to be the final days of his life. Jim had been out snapping pictures of the flowers in the garden when Freddie spontaneously decided to pose for the camera, along with Oscar, who had wandered over from the neighbour’s for a visit.

It makes Jim’s heart wrench to see his man so thin and pale, his face gaunt as he was slowly consumed by that horrific disease. His survival had been nothing short of a miracle, thanks to a sudden breakthrough in the medical world. Now, years later, Freddie is the picture of health again. But remembering such a close brush with death is still painful for them both.

Freddie can see the tears threatening to spill from Jim’s eyes and carefully takes the Irishman’s face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. ‘I’m still here, darling. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, okay?’

Jim nods, a tiny droplet of water sliding down his cheek, quickly caught by Freddie’s thumb. Silence falls over the room, the only sound to be heard being that of Lily’s gentle purring.

Freddie leans down and presses their lips together, the kiss soft and sweet. ‘I love you.’

Another tear trickles down Jim’s cheek to his jaw, which Freddie wipes away again. ‘I love you too, sweetheart. So much.’

There’s a soft meow, as Lily paws at the armchair, not wanting to be left out. Jim laughs and carefully sets the photo album aside, lifting the little cat to place her on his lap. As difficult as it can be re-living the past, it only makes him more grateful for what he has now. He pulls Freddie down for another kiss, not wanting to take a single minute for granted.

--

I got a bit carried away again. I hope you like it! Thank you so much for your support, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! 💜

[cottoncandyreaper]

((Lullaby story number two! Classic Sans and Winny 💙))

Undyne had taught Winny how to tumble much to my worry...and she loved it of course.

"Okay do it again baby."

She'd only been kinda walking for a month now, pretty early for a nine month old but now she tumbled all the time if she could. Bro and I had to cover the floor around us in blankets to soften it for her.

"Very Good Winny!"

It was also late, way past all our bedtimes yet here we all were hanging out in my room(after cleaning it up thanks to Paps nagging) watching Winny tumble away on the floor or play with toys scattered around us. It was weird that she was so full of energy still, heck even Papyrus was getting tired before her and even though I told him to head to bed he refused choosing to keep me company instead.

"Brother, Do You Think If She Has More Milk Then Maybe She Would Sleep?"

He stifled a yawn after the question rubbing lightly at his socket as Winny crawled to him clinging to his radius.

"Hmmm."

Glancing up at the clock laid out on the floor lazily barricading with Paps to keep Winny close I gave a nod.

"Yeah that should be fine, she ate dinner on time tonight with us so some milk shouldn't hurt her belly."

"I Will Go And Get It Together For Her Then. I'd Like To Stretch My Legs Anyway."

"Thanks bro you're the best."

He gave a smile and soft nyeh before getting the iron grip of a baby off him and sat near me so not to follow to close behind as he left but she did give the floor a good smack with attitude and sass.

"He'll be back in a bit baby bones."

Whining at the news she wiggled around standing just to throw herself into my magically soft shirt...and belly of course.

"Aww, ya finally getting tired or ya just mad Uncle Papy ain't here?"

Running phalanges through short red locks she started moving again climbing ontop of me and sat down talking absolute gibberish the whole time.

"We need to work on your words some more kiddo. I'm pretty sure you're yelling at me for lettin Paps leave but I got no idea."

Being the baby she was though Winny thought it was the best idea now to bounce on my belly condemning me to torture.

"Winny ya best be glad I have superior magic control."

She babbled adding her own thoughts to the conversation as she fell forward tiring of bouncing quickly(thank the stars)planting her little hands on my ribs to steady herself then reached out trying to grab at my boney face.

"That ain't gonna work baby."

Snickering happy to be attacked by her as baby talk filled the room I moved my arms sluggishly behind her folding my hands together.

"You're so cute Winny."

"Dada Dada Dada."

"Yeah I know, I'm dada."

The door to the room opened and shut quickly amongest her squeaky words signaling Paps return with the light shake of a bottle catching her attention.

"You've missed a good conversation about physics bro. Like gravity and baby weight impact on magic bellies."

"Glad I Missed It Then Brother, Winny's Bottle Is Prepped And Ready For Consumption."

"Thanks bro."

Pressing Winny down against me I managed to hoist myself up into a sitting position somewhat leaned comfortably against her crib while lightly fighting to get her laying down.

"Bottle please."

He passed it catching her eyes going over her head stopping the wiggles enough to lay down all the way and she even helped hold the bottle once it was surrendered over.

"Jeez baby bones, ya really got taken down a notch by a bottle huh?"

Her hazel eyes shined up at me letting a giggle slip pass just a bit before all focus went back to the bottle.

"She Still Isn't Sleepy Is She?"

"You know you can go to bed bro, I got her from here. You got trainin with Undyne tomorrow right?"

"Yes I Do But I Know You Always Stay Up So Late After She's Gone To Sleep. I'd Like To Know That You Also Get To Bed Soon."

It really warmed my soul knowing that my bro was so cool with always wanting to help with Winny and even making sure I didn't crash and burn doing it alone.

"Thanks Papyrus, I really do appreciate it bro. If you wanna hang out a little longer...maybe once she's done she'll pass out."

Both sets of sockets looked at the baby cuddled up close, he didn't fill the bottle up all the way for her so she had less then half to go and knew it too takin her sweet time.

"Still completely wide awake...ah man baby bones you're really gonna make me do it aren't ya?"

"Do What Brother?"

Paps had moved to laying down propped up with his elbows as he peered up as the light bulb clicked.

"Oh! Her Lullaby?"

"Yeah...I've been trying to um, calm down on using it so much. Shes been doin' great for a week now but then tonight. I don't want it to be the only thing that will get her to sleep ya know?"

Winny loved the song so much and really so did I, I just didn't care to much for the little bit of sad that came along with it knowing it was her mom that sung it way better then I ever could. Staying up late on nights with extra tiny Winny doing crazy things in her belly; I could still hear the song in her voice echoing off the walls most nights.

"Brother, Stella Would Be Happy To Hear You Sing The Song. I Must Admit, It Makes Me Just As Happy To Hear It."

"Heh...yeah, it makes me happy too bro."

The bottle was empty by now being turned into a chew toy by as her eyes finally looked a bit sleepy.

"Alright you win baby bones."

Pulling her up to kiss her head the song drowned out every other thought I had in my skull with its serene melody.

"Wandering child of the earth

Do you know just how much you're worth?

You have walked this path since your birth

You were destined for more

There are those who'll tell you you're wrong

They will try to to silence your song

But right here is where you belong

So don't search anymore

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of grey

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day."

I couldn't just sing a section letting the whole song fall out swaying side to side watching the sweet look on my baby's face as she drifted away to dream land dropping the bottle that was quickly replaced with a blanket and a couple of my phalanges. Just looking at her, knowing she was mine was still a crazy thought; this little human I watched be born into the underground who was made out of love was really the entire center of my soul. I couldn't ask for more.

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

Winny was asleep, Pap was almost down for the count too and I think I even started to doze off until he called so softly to me. As he stood shaking the tireness from his bones I managed to free my captured fingers so Paps could help me up back to shaky legs already complaining as they were used.

"Do Try To Get Some Good Sleep Brother."

I gave him a reassuring nod as I turned to lay Winny in her crib and pull the railing up.

"You too bro, and thanks for staying in here with me. It made it a lot easier on me having another set of hands."

"Of Course Brother, You Know I Will Always Help You With My Cute Niece."

"Yeah I know bro."

Smiling up at him before he left to his own room at last I walked back to the crib leaning on the wood to reach down letting my hand fall on her belly stroking gently.

"Sleep good Winny, hope you're having dreams of your momma."

There was a bit of a wiggle from her before full relaxation where I finally decided my bed was the best place to be falling asleep humming the lullaby.

[rarebritney]

winnie i just wanna say that i really appreciate that story u just told about being a "hater girl" ive followed u for years and u always deal w this stuff very gracefully but are also honest! and it's so good and healing for everyone to own up to old thought patterns like that. i just thought it was cool 💖

Thank you so much!!! I try to be honest bc I know how hard this kind of stuff can be and I hate the idea of pretending to have a perfect life bc it's so harmful to onlookers.. means a lot to me that you notice💙

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#5

AwwwwwwwWWWWWWWW YEAH!!!! HECK YEAH!!!!! FRICKIN' HECK YES!!!

Thank you all SO MUCH!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!😆😆😆😆

To celebrate I'm gonna send out my first Loki fic...

...But I'm making a game of it. First thing's first: I'm taking a vote of whether it's "angst to fluff" our just "fluff". Depending on where the vote goes, I'll use one of three prompts under that category that will be voted on as well. Once that prompt is determined, the story will be out soon after.

I'll be sure to keep the poll list open and up-to-date for our convenience as well, and we'll see where this goes.

Without further ado, the first decision:

Story Type:

A) Angst to Fluff [Hurt/Comfort]; 2

B) Fluff [With Plot];

C) Fluff [With No Plot];

The voting in this category will close in three days so get your votes in while you can.

Thanks again for following and for your support and I'll post the final results after three days.

See you soon, my Petals!💗

-Magnolia🌺

22 notes • Posted 2021-10-27 03:51:27 GMT

#4

Macavity: I take your Protector...

Munkustrap: No! Dont you dare!

Macavity: ...and I YEET!

23 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 03:39:11 GMT

#3

Valentine's Day Special: A Delicate Kiss (Moxiety)

I totally forgot that I wrote a Valentine’s Day story on Wattpad! Would’ve been nice if I remembered and posted on that day...anywho, here it is (like a week late). Hope you like it.

Human AU

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Virgil woke up early around four in the morning. He glanced to his left to find his boyfriend of two years sleeping comfortably with his back facing him. He then looked at the time and realized he had about two and a half hours to prepare everything for the day. With that thought in mind, he got up quietly so as to not disturb his snoozing lover, and he headed downstairs to put his plan into action.

~Saut de temps: deux heures (time skip: two hours)~

The sound of the alarm shouted in his ear as Patton reached over to turn it off. Patton rolled over and smiled in the direction of his beau but found the space empty. He shot up somewhat worried but was quick to calm down as he heard running water in their shared bathroom. He stepped inside in his baggy baby blue t-shirt and shorts to find Virgil brushing his teeth, and he wrapped his arms around his waist while kissing the back of his neck. Virgil shuddered at the touch before spitting out the excess toothpaste and turn in his lover's hold and pecking his forehead. "Good morning, babe," Virgil said softly. "Good morning,"Patton replied, "Happy Valentine's day, hun."

Virgil leaned down and kissed his Valentine, admiring the softness of his lips. They pulled away, and Virgil let Patton get ready for the day. Once he was ready, Virgil led him down the stairs, and his eyes widened at what they saw. Heart-shaped pancakes stood in a tower on both plates on the table. Red, heart balloons populated the ceiling. Red and pink roses in a baby blue vase decorated the center of the table. The kitchen was cleaned and swept; the living and dining rooms we're vacuumed, and Winnie the Pooh was ready to be played on the TV in the living room.

Virgil led Patton to the table, and they devoured the perfect pancakes that he made while enjoying a happy conversation. After eating they moved to the couch to cuddle and watch Patton's favorite movie. Virgil sat with his arm around Patton as he leaned into his hold. He blushed a little as Patton snuggled into his shoulder.

As the movie went on, Patton looked up at Virgil and stared for a small while. Virgil, suddenly disconcerted asked, "What? Is something wrong?" Patton just smiled and lightly pecked Virgil's neck, causing a shudder and deeper blush to take place. He responded happily, "Nothing's wrong. You just make me happy." Virgil smirked as he rolled his eyes fondly, "C'mon, no need for the mushy stuff."

Patton gave a small giggle as he kissed the same spot again, earning the same but slightly harsher reaction. "But I love you," he said he planted another kiss on another spot of his neck, "because you're sweet." He left another kiss, "and kind." And another, "and loving." And another, "and caring." Virgil half-heartedly pushed at his lover to end the kisses while trying to stifle his chuckles, "Patton, stohop. That tihickles."

Patton gave another giggle and replied, "That's another thing: you're adorable!" He then tackled his boyfriend down and started kissing all over his neck. Virgil could do nothing but laugh from the sensations. "Haha Pahahat, cut it ouhouhout!" Virgil yelped through his giggles. Patton just laughed with him, "I can't help it. You're so cute that I wanna eat you up!" He then blew multiple raspberries against his boyfriend's neck, earning him squeals and squeaky giggles.

By now, Virgil was getting tired of defending (even though he wasn't really trying that much anyway), so he decided to fight fire with fire. He reached down and scratched at Patton's sides, hearing a squeal with chuckles to follow instantly after. "Eehehehe nohoho!" Patton squeaked happily, recoiling from his attack and curling in at the ticklish touch.

"Hehehe stahahap!" Patton giggled as he tried to grasp Virgil's skilled fingers. Virgil snickered at his boyfriend's giggly state, "You started it. I thought you should at least get a taste of your own medicine." Virgil slipped Patton's shirt up and pinched and scratched at the soft and plump tummy skin. Patton couldn't contain his squealish laughter, "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA!" "And guess what flavor your medicine is, Pattycake," Virgil grabbed his attention again, but he couldn't respond due to his continuous cackles. He just shook his head violently because he knew exactly where this was going.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Patton's waist while still squiggling circle into his side to leave him in stitches. He leaned in to Patton's ear and whispered the one word that he was dreading, "Raspberries." With that, Virgil dropped down and blew a long and teasing one right in the middle of his tummy. Patton all but screamed in hysterics at the vibrating feeling. "AAAAAHAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAHAHAY! UNCLE! UNCLE!" Patton cried, and Virgil stopped his attack, rubbing away the ghostly tickles left on his lover's skin. He then left a kiss on his forehead and another, more gentle kiss on his lips full of love for the bubbly character in his arms.

"Patton," Virgil started, "I have something to ask you." The atmosphere seemed to have dropped from happy and adorable to more serious, leaving Patton to worry. He asked, "What is it, hun?" Virgil then pulled out a small, navy blue velvet box and got down on one knee in front of him, and Patton sat up instantly. Virgil then began his speech.

"Patton, these past three years have been the best years of my life. I've never gotten a chance to get to know someone as well as I know you. It had been a long while since the last time I opened my heart to someone. This time, it's as if you barged in and laid claim on your territory, and I'm so glad you did. Thank you for showing me how to love and the happiness you've given me. But something that would make me happier is if you answer my question: Patton Morale Hart, will you marry me?" Virgil opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver band with a baby blue aquamarine stone in the middle.

Patton stared speechlessly in shock at the ring. Virgil got nervous from his silence and asked, "Patton?" Patton shook out of his trance and said with a nervous chuckle, "I guess it's my turn to say something, isn't it?" Virgil gave a small nod but froze when he saw him pull out a small black velvet box. Patton started his speech.

"Virgil, I love you so much. I've always been the one to help make people happy, but I've never experienced true happiness until we started dating. You've given me that chance to actually be truly happy. I love the idea of waking up next to you. I enjoy the time we spend together. I treasure the happy memories that we share, and I want to make more with you. I can't imagine my life without you. So, Virgil Angus Black, if you please. Will you marry me?" Patton opened up his box and displayed a black band with an amethyst teardrop.

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23 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 03:30:38 GMT

#2

Love: Something That Is Quite Ineffable (CATS 1998)

We try our best to understand the true meaning of things in our lives. It’s in our nature. Everyone wonders how somethings happen or even why. Sometimes we get an answer, and we can finally understand. But, sometimes we don’t, and we continue to ponder. There is one thing that everyone knows about, somewhat understands, but can never truly be put into words, and that thing is “Love.”

For some people, Love likes to come in, make friends, and live happily ever after. At least, that’s how it went for Plato. A young tom and protector-in-training in his adolescent years. A little goofy, but he’s serious when he needs to be. He makes a few mistakes, but has a good heart nonetheless. Having tagged along Munkustrap and Alonzo since he was a small kit, he had always dreamed of being a protector and truly be able to defend his tribe one day. He has indeed come a long way, taking every tip and word of advice from his mentors and putting them to work.

He just came back from patrol with Alonzo one day when he first met a stunningly beautiful white kitten that was a couple of cat years younger than him. He couldn’t help but stare at the pure white angel that gracefully danced in the open space of the junkyard. Alonzo noticed his gaze, and a smug smirk glided onto his face. “I take it you have the hots for my little sister, huh?” he teased. Plato did a double take to his mentor in surprise and asked in shock, “Wait, what?! That’s your SISTER?!”

Alonzo gave a hearty laugh at the younger tom’s reaction as the latter looked down with a blush. He finally responded from his laughing fit, “Yeah, she is. Beautiful isn’t she?” Plato gave a silent nod as stared back to where the white queen practiced. The kit turned and saw her brother and another tom she didn’t recognize watching her. She gave a smile and gentle wave as she quickly ran over to give her big brother a hug. Alonzo chuckled again at his sister’s antics that he and Plato found adorable before greeting, “Hello to you too, Victoria.” 

“Victoria?” the soon-to-be-protector repeated, “That’s a lovely name.” The queen in question looked up at him and signed a “Thank you.” Plato, of course understood the signing but still gave a slightly confused face. Alonzo noticed his bewilderment as he shyly explained, “Sorry, there was a...complication during her birth that didn’t allow her vocal cords to be fully developed." Victoria looked down a bit, worried that the tom would pity her as her brother continued, "So, ever since she was a newborn, she’s been mute. The main way she communicates is through signing and dance.” 

Plato nodded in understanding but then surprised the two siblings with a smile, “Good thing I studied signing in my spare time.” The two gaped in shock at the revelation, and Victoria excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck with a grin. Plato returned the strong hug just as tight but gentle with a small smile as his mentor watched with a bright and knowing smirk. He watched as the two started talking, or rather signing a conversation, learning more about each other all the while with happy faces. The monochromatic tom walked away and let the two get to know each other more, clearly seeing where this relationship was going and already accepting it.

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So yeah. Love can be friendly sometimes...

But, sometimes, Love can be a total jerk! It could string you along forever if it wanted to! Stuck in an almost endless chase, but luckily, there are times when you finally catch it. Take the Rum Tum Tugger for example. He always has queens throwing themselves at his feet willing if able to do his bidding just to be his. What they tend to forget, though, is that the Rum Tum Tugger only likes what he finds for himself. He likes to work for his prize. He enjoys the challenge almost as much as a horrible muddle. Well, apparently, it seems the Rum Tum Tugger has finally met his match. The challenge: the Magical Mister Mistoffelees. 

Skilled and talented at everything he does: Check. Sleek, dark black fur that sparkles like the night sky: Check. A sharp tongue that could cut anybody that crosses him with his sass: Triple check!!! Quaxo was everything Tugger dreamed of, and he didn’t even realize it until his song came on and he was called “a terrible bore” by the smaller tuxedo for the first time. Ever since then, he’d been chasing after the magical tom. Unfortunately for him, nothing worked. Every hip thrust only got a scoff in response. Every pick-up line earned him an eye roll. Each time he tried to flirt, the reply would be of remarkable wit and sass that he sometimes wouldn’t know what to say. He was losing his touch...and confidence! What shocked him even more was the day he overheard Mistoffelees talking to his sister, Victoria.

“Come on, Vicky,” the tux tom complained, “It’s obvious that you have a better chance with him than I ever would! And you’re with that Plato character!” “Geez, Quaxo how oblivious are you?” the white queen signed exasperatedly. “I am NOT oblivious!” the magicat argued, “Almost every queen throws themselves at his feet. He could choose any one of you if not all if he wanted!” Victoria gave a sigh and facepawed(Hehe. Get it? Sorry, I’ll stop now). Tugger had to keep from laughing at the exchange but felt discouraged to know that Misto had his heart for another tom until, “What? You actually think I have a remote chance with the Rum Tum Tugger himself?” 

For what Victoria’s face didn’t say, which wasn’t much, her signing made up for, “YES! That’s what I’ve been TRYING to tell you for the last HALF HOUR! THINK about it! The pick-up lines, the flirting, the hip thrusts. He may do that with the other queens, but for YOU? You’re the ONLY TOM he’s ever tried to actually woo. The more he chases you, the more you resist which adds on to the ever growing challenge that HE LIKES!”

Mistoffelees fell silent for a moment and pondered his sister's words. Thinking back, how could he have missed the signs? The occasional stolen side glances, the light blush in both their cheeks when interacting with each other, he even realized that he actually missed the company of the Rum Tum Tugger himself when they were apart! That just added more to the shock factor! "Oh, my Everlasting!" he exclaimed as he facepawed, "You're right! How could I have missed this?!" "Because you're an oblivious, lovesick dork, and I knew I was right when I told you," the queen signed with a smug look on her features.

The tuxedo rolled his eyes playfully annoyed, "Gee, thanks," he replied, dripping with sarcasm before being serious, "I guess I have to find him again. Maybe tell him how I feel?" Realizing the way that idea would likely pan out, he let out a groan laid his face in his paws, "Oh, but then he'll just shrug it off like, 'I knew you'd fall for me one day,' and that's the last reaction that I need!" Victoria laid a paw on her brother's shoulder, urging him to look at her before signing, "I think you should just let him come to you, and once he asks you to be his mate (in his own way, no doubt) then you could say yes." Quaxo looked down again in thought and agreed the idea to be the best course of action. No sooner did he nod when the Maine coon of the matter decided to reveal himself.

"Well," he announced, "There you are, Midnight. I've been looking for you everywhere! Hello, Victoria." He ended his statement with a kiss to the queen's paw and flirty smirk, a shy but silent giggle and rosy cheeks accenting her pure white fur. "T-Tugger!" Misto called out a light blush painting his own cheeks, "What a coincidence because I've been avoiding you everywhere!" "Oh, come off it. You know you love me," the flirty tom teased as he stood closer to him with an overly cocky smirk. The magical cat subtly glanced to his sister in the corner of his eye and saw her nod in understanding and encouragement. "Yeah? Well, what if I do?" he asked, not wanting to give in entirely yet. Tugger stood in mock surprise, knowing full well what the smaller male is trying to pull.

Okay, he'll play along.

"Well, what if I asked you to go on a hunt with me?" "And what if I said yes?" "Then perhaps I could ask you to go to this year's Jellicle Ball with me, too?" "And say that I do go to the ball with you?" "Then maybe I ask you for the mating dance." "But, wouldn't that make us mates?" "Only if you said yes." "But would you really want to do the Mating Dance with me, though?" Tugger stood shocked at the question. His immediate answer was yes, obviously, but this is the Mating Dance which meant commitment to a singular cat alone. Even so, his answer was still, "Yes."

It was now Mistoffelees' turn to be shocked, and for once, he didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent as the tom in front of him continued, "More than anything or anyone else in the tribe. In the world. I know I usually act all flirty and brash and indecisive. And, to be honest, I do have commitment issues (which shouldn't really come as a surprise), but I've never been more sure about anything or anyone as I am about you. I want to stay committed to you, and you make me want to stay committed, too. If you'll just give me a chance, I can show you how much I mean it and how much you mean to me."

Victoria watched the whole exchange from the side with anticipation and nervousness (and blinked back the tears in her eyes from the emotional speech). Mistoffelees stayed silent for a moment more before uttering quietly, "Alright. I'll give you a chance. Yes, I'll go on a hunt with you. Yes, I'll go to the ball with you, and yes, I'll even do the Mating Dance with you. Yes." The Rum Tum Tugger beamed ecstatically as he picked up the tuxedo tom around the waist and spun him around the area a little with a joyful laugh bubbling from them both. Once he placed down the other tom, Victoria ran over and hugged them both, a grin splitting her face in two as she was excited to see how her brother's new relationship would grow.

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So, as you can see, Love can be friendly. Love can be a tease. But, consider the idea that Love could be a saving grace, too. That was Demeter’s story. She found herself in a dark room. Turning in circles, she frantically scanned her surroundings, noticing all the familiar aspects of the room. The place was a mess with cardboard boxes all over and covered in dust and a few covered and torn pieces of furniture here and there. The air reeked of ash and smoke. It was cold and intimidatingly uninviting. But, the icing on the cake was the spine-chilling voice that whispered behind her ear. 

“Hello, darling. So good to have you back,” the voice said menacingly. The golden queen jumped away and turned to see the Hidden Paw himself, Macavity. The ginger cat bore a sinister smirk on his face, his dark eyes flaming with lust and evil desire. Demeter cowered back, fear and anger filling her own green eyes as she spat back, “What do you want with me? Why have you brought me back?!” “I brought back what was rightfully mine,” the criminal cat  stated matter-of-factly, “You were the sheep that left the herd, and I was the shepherd that had to fetch you and bring you back.”

“I’m no sheep, and you’d never be my shepherd if I ever were one!” the nervous queen uttered coldly. Macavity clicked his tongue in scoldingly, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why so harsh, my stunning goddess?” he leaned close to her ear, causing her to freeze in place, “Think back to those nights. You and I both know that you actually enjoyed the nights we had such fun! Why the cold company? I know you still love me, and you still want me more than anyone.” He used the tip of his tail to guide her face to look at him. When their gazes met, all she saw was fire burning and evil intent. “You just wanted to mess with me with that terrible prank of acting like you fell for my uptight, pitiful excuse of a brother. You just wanted to make me jealous.” Still frozen in fear, Demeter found that she’d also lost her voice. She couldn’t say anything, even though none of it was true. She could barely even squeak a noise when the Napoleon of Crime leaned into her neck and whispered darkly.

“Well...it worked.”

He bit down on her neck, and she let out a scream of pain as she began scratching and clawing at different areas of his body to get him to stop. He soon released from the bite, taking pride in the mark left behind, shoved her to the floor on her back, and pinned down her arms over her head. “You’re mine,” he demanded dominantly, “You always have been, and you always will be. You’ll never escape me no matter how long or how far you run. I’ll always fetch my sheep!”

“NO!” Demeter screamed out as she sat up in her bed. “Demeter, it’s okay! It’s okay. I’m here! I’m right here. It’s okay.” The golden queen turned to her right to see her silver knight, Munkustrap pulling her to his chest. It was still the middle of the night. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her breathing was ragged and shaky as if she was crying. She WAS crying. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed into her mate’s strong chest. Munkustrap held her close, adjusting to where she could listen to his heartbeat, knowing that the steadiness and constance would calm her and provide a focus before she’d fall into a panic attack. 

The silver tom started humming a tune, allowing his baritone voice to vibrate through his chest. No true song in particular, but a tune that they both knew and shared with just each other in times where one of them was overwhelmed mentally, physically, or emotionally. Five minutes later, as he stroked the back of her head, Demeter let out one more sniffle before taking a deep breath to show she’d truly calmed down. “Are you alright, dear?” Munkustrap asked cautiously. The queen in question looked up at the tabby tom with glossed eyes, the moon shining through the window and causing them to sparkle. She looked down again before finally answering, “Yes. I’m sorry if I worried you. It was just a nightmare. You should get back to sleep. You have patrol the next morning.” “Part of my roll as Protector is to protect everyone in the tribe from any danger, and that especially includes you,” the Protector explained, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Not wanting to relive the terrible dream, all she said was, “It was about him.” Munkustrap nodded in understanding as to why she’d left it at that, but he couldn’t leave her in this state. “Just know this then, dear: The only thing that my brother is right about is that you are definitely worth fighting for. You’re not a prize. You’re not a possession. You’re not anyone’s toy that they can get rid of when they get bored. But, you ARE my pride and joy. I love you, and nothing will change that. I’ll always be there to protect you, and I’ll always find a way to save you. No matter what. Don’t forget that.” Another tear slowly dripped from her eye as Demeter nuzzled her head into Munkustrap’s neck and uttered quietly, “I love you too.”

The silver tom laid them both back down and pulled up the blanket to cover them, and the two snuggled close together purring in comfort before dozing off to sleep.

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33 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 15:01:08 GMT

#1

I scroll through here at all hours of the day and NOT ONCE did I see ANYBODY mention THIS during Bustopher’s song:

Look at Etcetera sitting at attention! She wants to impress Bustopher too!

SO CUTE!!! How rude to deprive the world of such cuteness!

Cats 1998 film: Jo Bingham as Etcetera, Leah Sue Morland as Electra, Michael Gurber as Munkustrap, Jason Barron as Bustopher Jones

35 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 07:22:32 GMT

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