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dilfelvis · 1 year
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Hi! I noticed you were looking for request ideas. Your little E fics really intrigue me. Maybe you could write something about the Colonel getting upset with him for whatever reason and him trying his best not to cry and slip into littlespace, only for him to slip and need your (GN reader) comfort after he's gone? (Sorry, I hope I'm making sense here lol!)
im glad my fics intrigue you in some way!! i always have room for little!e, so here we go 🫶🏽 (sorry this took so long, i kept rewriting it because i was literally NEVER happy with it 😭)
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Relax
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as soon as the door opened up, you knew something was off with elvis.
he had been coming home slightly later than usual for the past few days. he would stay late in the evenings talking to the colonel about a 'christmas special' he had planned for elvis.
the special itself wasn't the issue-- elvis was ecstatic at a chance to be on stage again after doing only movies for so long. he just didn't want it to be a christmas special. the colonel was so adamant about it however-- and elvis felt so powerless against him on the matter. you hated that the colonel made him feel so discouraged about the thing he was so passionate about.
"e?" you muttered softly, putting down the book you were reading and stepping towards him as he entered the room, his head hung low. he lifted his head slightly, giving an unconvincing smile as you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "what's wrong?"
"nothing, honey." he says lowly, sighing softly and closing his eyes. he looked tired. he never slept the best, and now that the colonel had been keeping him out later than normal, he had been getting even more restless. he wouldn't tell you what he was worrying about, but you knew that the colonel had something to do with it. he always did. elvis gave a small hum, his blue eyes fixed on you gently.
"i'm just...tired i guess."
his eyes looked glassy, like he was on the verge of tears. you bring your thumb to stroke his cheek, the tender touch making him sigh as you lean closer to him. you decided at that moment that it was time to stop dancing around the topic of whatever was causing him stress. you couldn't stand to see him upset, and you hated when he held in his emotions like this.
"okay honey," you murmur, still gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. "how did things go with the colonel?"
he stiffened under your touch, his eyes snapped away from you, wide and shiny with unshed tears as he spoke softly. "it went fine." he grit out.
his voice was barely above a whisper, and slightly hoarse as he spoke. you knew then and there that something was wrong. he looked like he was two seconds from crying as you cocked your head to the side, pouting softly.
"that doesn't sound very convincing, e." you sigh, stroking his cheek with your thumb softly as you stare at him with a soft, concerned expression. you hated seeing him like this-- so downtrodden and upset, all because of the colonel. you'd kill that man if it was legal.
"look, let's just sleep it off if you don't wanna talk, okay?" you purr softly, making the corner of his lip twitch up slightly.
"okay," he mutters, leaning into your soft touch and closing his eyes.
you go to close the door behind him, dimming the lights and humming softly to yourself. he watches you move with large eyes, taking his hand and guiding him to the bed to sit on the edge.
"you wanna change outta those clothes?" you ask, brushing a stray piece of fluff off of his shoulder gently. he stiffens, moving to stand up and dust himself off flusteredly.
"i-i can change myself," he murmurs.
you saw that familiar glint of vulnerability in his eye. you had known about his tendency to slip into a more vulnerable headspace where he needed your care for a while-- but he was still embarrassed about it for a reason you couldn't quite figure out. you told him it didn't bother you one bit, and that you would gladly drop everything and take care of him whenever he needed it.
"e..." you sigh, and he turns his head away abruptly, his face flushing.
"don't," he whines softly, cheeks a sweet pink as he moves to stand. "i-i don't wanna bother you right now."
"you're not bothering me," you say firmly, stroking along his jaw. "i love you, and my little prince with all my heart." you coo, nuzzling your nose against his jaw and making him whine low in his throat.
he's quiet for a moment, his hands moving to wring together nervously as you pull back and look into his eyes gently. he looks like a little boy, vulnerable and desperate for attention as his lips parted softly.
"promise?" he asks lowly, voice soft and low, blinking owlishly at you.
"i promise," you sigh lowly, running a soft hand through his hair. "now let's go take a bath, okay little prince?"
"okay."
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pineapple-frenzy · 23 days
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Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara
They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them
But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd
The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>
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greengableslover · 3 months
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Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it. ― Lucy Maud Montgomery, ANNE OF GREEN GABLES
EMMA. (2020)
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005)
ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019)
LITTLE WOMEN (2017)
SANDITON (2019 - 2023)
BRIDGERTON (2020 - )
NORTHANGER ABBEY (2007)
ANNE OF GREEN GABLES (1985)
MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006)
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femcelgirlie · 1 year
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the girlies reading
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keydekyie · 5 months
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Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!
(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)
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little-blurry · 18 days
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hellokittyisangel · 5 months
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dilfelvis · 2 years
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Little Prince | Little!Elvis x Reader
summary: you notice that elvis has strange tendencies when you're alone together. and you decide to ask him about it one day.
warnings: age regression, little space, gender neutral reader, brief mention of insomnia
word count: 1222
notes: shoutout to @thecooleralessa for inspiring me to write this! this story was entirely self indulgent and for a few close friends of mine, so if age regression isn't something you're familiar with feel free to scroll. this was written with actual elvis in mind- but feel free to imagine austin!elvis if you want! fun fact-- elvis was actually most likely an age regressor in real life. if you read the book by his girlfriend linda thompson, there is very strong evidence of this; so this fic is based off of that + a few headcanons of mine. enjoy!! 🍼🧸
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the king has always been a little strange in more ways than one.
whether it was his flamboyant outfits or the way he moved on stage, he always managed to stand out in a crowd.
even behind closed doors, he had strange habits. as the king’s significant other, it was only natural you kept track of these things. he would only eat things if you cooked them, despite him having more than enough cooks around. he claimed that you ‘made it with love’, and that it tasted better. he also liked when you would feed him, and pet his hair. sometimes he just seemed like a big baby.
…maybe he was.
it was almost time for bed when you decided to ask him about it. you bought some things beforehand just in case your suspicions were confirmed.
elvis walked out from the bathroom wearing a loose pair of pajama bottoms, stretching and yawning loudly. his hair was messy, and he looked like a puppy dog.
he wandered over to the bed and flopped down next to you, laying his head in your lap and looking up at you expectantly. you faked an annoyed sigh as you reached down and ran your hands through his soft hair, making his eyes flutter closed.
“i swear,” you huff, ruffling his hair gently, making him chuckle. “you're like a big old baby.” you joked, but elvis went a little stiff under your touch.
“don’ say that, doll,” he muttered, his face flushing a soft pink as your hand stilled in his hair. you leaned down, tilting your head as you spoke softly.
“why? i was just kidding,”
“it's not funny,” elvis huffed, sitting up abruptly. he looked like he had seen a ghost, his face pale yet flushed at the same time. your suspicions were confirmed. you slowly reached out and cupped his cheek, turning his face to look you in the eye. he flushes darker red, avoiding your gaze.
“look at me,” you hum, and his eyes shyly move to look at yours. there's something shy in them, small and vulnerable and childlike– and you have the overwhelming urge to protect him.
“are you…” you hum, pausing and thinking of how to word it. “do you want to be my baby, elvis?”
elvis swallows, his throat bobbing nervously as he stares into your eyes. he nods shyly, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“oh, baby,” you sigh, purring softly as you pull him into your arms, stroking his cheek as tears fall down his red cheeks. “what's the matter? why are you crying?”
“m…’m sorry,” he hiccups softly, wiping at his eyes. “i jus’... i thought you’d think it was weird,” he sniffs, looking up at you with his big, vulnerable eyes. “you really don't mind?”
“not at all, baby,” you purr, pressing a kiss to his tear stained cheek. “you can be take a break from being the king all you want,” you smile, pressing close to him. “just be my little prince for a while.”
elvis blushed at the nickname, but nodded and nuzzled closer to you as you cooed to him lowly. he never looked so relaxed in his life. he seemed content– like he was finally at peace in your arms as you gently rocked him back and forth.
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you had both talked about what worked best for elvis. what he liked and didn't like, how old he would regress to, what he needed done for him, things like that. most of his needs consisted of you just holding him, cooking for him, and just being there for him overall. he wasn't really a handful– most of the time anyway– and he was the sweetest little thing. he often got shy when he slipped into littlespace, and you couldn't help but tease him a bit.
tonight was no different. he was oddly quiet at dinner, and sure enough, once you two got alone in the room, he came over to you and hugged you tightly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
“oh, are you feeling little, my prince?” you asked softly, and he nodded, his face heating up as his arms tightened around you. you pressed your lips to his cheek, smiling softly as he whined and buried his face into your neck shyly.
“c’mon, let's get you into your pajamas, sweetie.”
you gently took his hand, guiding him to the bathroom. you sat him down and began to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off and tossing it into the dirty clothes. you made your way to the closet, looking for his pjs. you pulled out a pink velvet pair, with his initials embroidered on the chest. it had little stars on it, and it made your heart melt. he had them custom made.
you walked back over to him, smiling as his eyes lit up at the sight of the pajamas. you pick up the soft pink top and look at him, and he immediately lifts his arms. you slip it over his head, smiling as he hums at the feeling of it against his skin. you slide his pants on as well, and he already looks so much happier.
“come on,” you coo lowly, standing and leading him back to the bedroom. “let's go relax, honey.”
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elvis laid his head against your chest as his eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake as the cartoons played in the background. he fell asleep easily, and it made you smile at how he always fought it.
his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks as his eyes closed, his breath slowing as he fell asleep. you slowly moved to turn the tv off, but he began to fuss and whine.
“nuh,” he huffed, his eyes opening once more. “i wanna watch,”
you chuckled softly, putting the remote down and running your hand through his soft hair. “you're not even watching,” you sigh fondly, rolling your eyes as he pouts.
“yea i was.”
“with your eyes closed?”
“mhm.” he hums, his eyes still noticeably droopy as he brings his hand to his mouth, nibbling at his thumb. “i have superpowers,”
you pull his thumb away from his mouth, tsking and shaking your head.
“i told you about chewing on your thumb like that,” you scolded gently, patting at his cheek. “you know what you need to ask for if you want something in your mouth,”
elvis blushed, but muttered under his breath. “c’n i have my paci?”
“of course, baby.” you say softly, reaching for the bedside table and grabbing the blue pacifier with stars on it, gently placing it in his mouth.
he blushes and mumbles a ‘thank you’ around it, his head settling back down on your chest as he turns his attention back to the tv.
after a few minutes, his breathing is even and steady, and he's fast asleep against you. you smile softly, stroking his hair and finally turning off the tv as he curls closer into your chest, suckling gently on his pacifier. you had never seen him sleep so soundly when he was big, and to see him finally getting a good nights sleep set your heart and mind at ease.
your little prince would be okay as long as you were there for him.
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heartorbit · 6 months
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can i get a magical girl set please
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greengableslover · 5 months
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The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.
period drama + winter
EMMA (2020)
BRIGHT STAR (2009)
ANNE OF GREEN GABLES (1985)
LITTLE WOMEN (1994)
GENTLEMAN JACK (2019 - 2022)
ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019)
ANNA KARENINA (2012)
LITTLE WOMEN (2017)
THE MUSKETEERS (2014 - 2016)
CRIMSON PEAK (2015)
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loopy-lupe · 8 months
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The whole Scrapnik Island trade book is out!!! Today!!! Right now!!! Go pick it up physically and/or digitally! I wanted to make a fun illustration to celebrate such a cool story that was a blast to color and design for. I tried to fit as many of the scrapniks that appeared in the miniseries as I could! Daniel Barnes is a fantastic writer and friend and Jack Lawrence is a sweetheart and incredible artist. I'm extremely glad I could work with both of them on this amazing project. Lots of love and care went into the story and art, so please pick up the book at a local bookstore/comic shop, or online order, or digitally if you prefer! If you're a fan of sonic, horror, or cool robots, this is the book for you.
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knifefightandchill · 24 days
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RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2005)
"So maybe you have nine lives. But it doesn't matter now Mr. Kennedy!"
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phoenixcatch7 · 2 months
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I get that calling white lotus lbh a sticky little 'sheep' is a canon translation and stuck in the fandom now anyway, but I do feel the intended spirit of the original word wasn't the sheeple/dumb herd animal that's more common in the western world, but instead something actually conveying sweetness, innocence, purity and youth - lamb.
Famous for being utterly adorable and following around their mothers, gambolling in sunny meadows, curly white wool shining.
And NOW we can talk about black sheep/wolf in sheep's clothing metaphors.
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yourangle-yuordevil · 5 months
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Sooo I made Crowley's and Aziraphale's South Downs cottage in The Sims 4. Also made our two supernatual boys.
Here is Aziraphale Fell: bookworm, foodie and good. He wants to read ALL the books. Also Michael Sheen's face is so fucking hard to replicate
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And here is Crowley, with and without glasses. I even found a mod for the tattoo! He is loyal, lazy and hot-headed. His aspiration is "soulmate" because he's a pathetic son of a bitch
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And then their cottage! With a Bentley that's not really a Bentley but let's pretend it is.
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Inside: ground floor floorplan and the entrance room.
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Crowley has a greenhouse, obviously. There's a bench so Aziraphale can read there while Crowely takes care of the plants (*cough* shouts at them *cough*)
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Their downstairs bathroom only has a bathtub because they don't use anything else.
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And here is the living room! I tried to mix their styles a bit. It's mostly in the old fashioned, cozy vibe Aziraphale likes, but with a sprinkle of modern stuff more aligned with Crowley's taste. Lots of alcohol everywhere ofc
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The kitchen has more of a modern vibe because I headcanon that it's Crowley that cooks most of the time. He says that it's because Aziraphale can't cook but it's because he likes to watch him eat the food he makes
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Then we go upstairs! The bathroom here is the saddest and blandest bathroom because Crowley miracled it into existence when Maggie and Nina came over and were like "there's no toilet in your bathroom...?"
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And the bedroom, more in a modern style because Crowley loves to sleep. There's also a vanity where Aziraphale puts on his creams and his things so he can be soft and pretty
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And finally the last floor: Aziraphale's library!
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Bonus picture of the ducks pond and the bench in the back garden
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adventure-waffles · 2 months
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So I never stopped thinking about my giant human form rouye...
First part here
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