This was really fun to write. Reader is a vampire that's been with him for decades. Edward isn't moody and broody, he's in a happy relationship.
One thing that always managed to bring a smile to Edwards cold undead face was you. His mate. Decades into your relationship you somehow make the centuries old man still feel like a giddy teenager in his first relationship.
Even now, as he pulls into the garage at the Cullen house, you act as if its the first time you've ever seen him
"Hey hottie," your grin is teasing and although you're only just started, he's fighting back a laugh. "your should take me on a date sometime" you wink and spread your palm over his shoulder,biting your lip.
"maybe I should" he tries to sound cocky, like he usually is, but fails miserably. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a big smooch and feels all warm and gooey inside.
You hand him a card. One with your number on it, he recognises, given that it's the one he uses most often, the one saved on his speed dial. He looks at you, only to be met with the sight on you walking away with a sway to your hips. Turning to the side, you gesture a phone with your hand and whisper a "call me"
It genuinely takes him a moment to compose himself, head down to hide the sunshine smile he's got right now.
Giggling like a school girl, he dials your number even though he knows youre upstairs in your shared room.
"hey hottie" he says this time when you pick up, listening to your laugh on the other side of the line and upstairs using his vampire hearing. "so when should I take you on this date, huh?"
so we saw one of swanatello's good days . . . how do the bad days go? :eyes: don't mind me i feed on angst~
Swanatello is Guardian of The Lake and is extremely territorial and protective. The brothers have to take turns and visit him one at a time-- if they approach as a group, Swanatello will quickly grow defensive and view them as a threat. They've learned by now that if he's not able to recognize them, the best thing to do is back off and try again tomorrow.
... Mostly learned, anyway.
(The next time Leo's able to visit properly, Donnie will worriedly ask him what happened to his wrist.)
Reminds him of home It helps him get his creative juices flowing
Al is a bird after all...
vegan grandpa
Aaaand That's all I got
Yeah I have others, but I'm too lazy to doodle them all so:
Both Prawn and Anemone fish for their food. Anemone will eat anything and Prawn prefers salmon or lobster tails.
Horse Apple lives off of ramen. Has an irrational fear of doritos tho...
And Honeycrisp has a massive sweet tooth and loves candy. has a bowl full of the stuff on his desk to chew on when he feels like it.
i just saw the reblog with the swans in St. James’s Park and i just wanted to share that i visited the park last march (before i had any knowledge about good omens mind you) and took this photo…
Awwwm, thank you! :) (No, angel, you cannot have my Bentley! :D<3)
neverseen missed out tbh. as soon as they heard that someone accidentally flooded atlantis and got banished, they should have snatched up the song twins FAST. two powerful twins cast out by society with nowhere to go and no love for the government?? your recruitment office needs to get their shit together!!!
Can I get Carlisle with reader that has migraines a lot? How he would react/help them?
𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓
Carlisle's love is gentle, soothing. Rather than the bright flame and burning passion one thinks of when asked about love, his is more of a warm breeze, a presence that brings contentment. He cares for you, he makes you feel safe and loved consistently rather than the highs and lows of modern romance. Love is often compared to the brightness of stars, but stars don't shine - they burn and they die. His love for you will never die and neither will his care.
It's a subtlety, the way he cares. Like right now.
The room is too bright and the silence is too loud as you lay in his warm bed. He'd picked it out just for you, but right now that didn't matter. Not to him and not to you. All he cares about right now is you, and all you could focus on is the buzzing of your head, soothed by the icyness of carlisle's hand on your head. His other hand strokes gently up and down your back as you lay on him.
Your reluctance to take any medication only worries him more, yet he still admires your stubborness even in times like this.
Afraid to speak and add to the pounding in your head, he whispers almost inaudibly. "are you sure, my love? No painkillers?" only to be met with a groan from you. Not one of annoyance or indignation, one he desiphers as a 'no, thank you' because you hurt too much for words. He really does know you well enough to understand the connotations of random noises.
The empty bottle of water of the bed side table is knocked to the floor with a clatter ad he reaches behind it to grab the fill one, left only to kiss the crown of your head apologetically and rub circles into the small of your back. He gives you a moment of peace after the noise stops, then tilts your chin up with his index finger.
"open" his words are nearly silent but you still do, and he pours a little water into your mouth for you. Waiting for you to swallow, he gives an appreciative look your way.