#mmmm. winter clothes series: start

[colorful-horses]

chilly

#fluttershy #mlp #my little pony #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #fanart #my art #winter series #mmmm. winter clothes series: start #but just barely. i almost didnt post this #ive been suffering thru crazy crazy bad imposter syndrome the past month and a half #which is mostly why art has been so slow. sorry :') #i wont get into it. but its been a lot #thanks for following me ily

[wasabipeas]

Two People, One bed troupe~

Daichi Sawamura x reader

TW: mentions of sexual thoughts and sound but nothing directly involved

More or less fluff

Sorry if you find mistakes I wrote this based off a daydream (_ _).｡o○

Word count: ~1k

Context:You had met Daichi and Sugawara through your friend, sugawara being her boyfriend, and you guys had decided to go on an overnight trip together over winter break.

“Two rooms, numbers 108 and 305” The desk person says bluntly as she hands us 4 keys in pairs of two. Suga takes them from her and starts towards the hallway on the ground floor.

“ so 108 should be…” he turns the corner and holds out his hand towards a door, “right here”. He smirks and your friend giggles at his cheekiness.

“ So the ability to find a hotel room is also one of your skills.” She follows him into the hotel room. He places his bag down on the couch and smiles at you and Daichi left in the hall. He takes the key to the second room and winks before throwing it at daichi and slamming the door in your faces. “Good luck” your friend yelps followed by a series of erotic sounds.

You stare blankly at daichi and he shrugs. “ Guess we’re roommates for the night” you nod in agreement and follow him as he makes his way to the elevator.

He taps the key card onto the doors pad and it beeps and whirs as it unlocks. He pushes the door open and places his bag down on the small couch by the door. You follow suit and slide off your purse and jacket, slipping them onto the hooks on the back of the door as Daichi starts scanning the room.

“Uhh y/n” you hear Daichi call from the other end of the room.

You sigh tiredly and walk towards his voice, stopping when you realize.

“There’s only one bed” he whispers, turning towards you.

“Mmmm” you hum.

“I’ll take the couch then.” He says as he turns back towards the door.

“ that tiny thing? Your legs will hang over.” You gesture towards the obvious size difference between the two of you,

“I’ll sleep on the couch so you can take the bed.” You walk over to him.

“It’s ok you take the bed y/n You’re obviously worn out. I'd like for you to get a proper night of rest.”

“ no I’ll be fine on the couch it seems comfortable.” You huff back.

“I insist,” he mutters.

You shoot him a glare.

“ I don’t want you sleeping on that thing, it's tiny.”

“ I don’t want you sleeping there, it's uncomfortable.” He meets your gaze and you sigh.

“ How about we just share the bed, it's big enough and we’re both obviously wiped out.”

“Ok,ok, fine.” He’s sighs rubbing the back of his neck.

He begins to dig through his backpack and pulls out a pair of pajama pants and a bag of toiletries.

“ I’ll go get ready in the bathroom you change out here.” You hear the click of the lock on the bathroom door and the sound of the faucet. You sigh once again, heading towards your own bag and pulling out your pajamas, a thin pair of sleep shorts and an oversized tee that basically goes all the way down to your knees.

Carefully slipping out of your worn out clothes and into the soft fabric you sigh at the feeling of comfort. You yank out your phone and it’s charger and plop down on the bed scrolling down your social media feed. As you sink further down into the numerous pillows that line the headboard, Daichi calls out,

“ You done changin y/n?”

“ Yeah come on out.” you reply.

The door clicks as he turns the doorknob and walks out in his basic ass pajamas, red plaid pajama pants and a plain black tee. You giggle quietly at the sight of it.

“What’s so funny?” He asks yawning and sliding under the bedsheets on the opposite side of the bed.

“Nothing” you chuckle. He hums switching off the side lamp and turning into his side facing you. You smile at him.

“ I like your shirt,'' he whispers, closing his eyes.

“Thanks” you whisper back, turning off the other lamp and sliding under the sheets. It was comfortable, not just because of the bed.

A thin ray of sunlight creeps in through the gap between the curtains. You yawn softly burying your head deeper into your pillow.

Not a pillow.

A hand softly brushes back and forth in your hair. You jolted at the feel of it and lifted your head up to see that you in fact we’re using Daichi’s chest as a pillow. He had one arm wrapped around you, the other subconsciously running through your hair.

He was still asleep.

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp but his hold was firm. He was too strong even when unconscious. You sighed, giving up and resting your head back down on him. His soft snores and steady heartbeat were all you could hear. You weren’t uncomfortable, you two were close but this felt a bit too intimate for two friends.

You felt your cheeks heat up as improper thoughts swarmed through your mind. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against his shirt trying to shake them away. Slowly drifting into sleep.

He woke up warm, warmer than usual. His eyes opened to the bright sunlight filling the room. It took him a second to realize the position the two of you were in. Startled he let you out of his killer grasp, but you stayed in place with your arms wrapped around him. He blushed like crazy at your sleeping face.

So peaceful. So gentle. So you.

His feelings that he had buried away when you had gotten a new boyfriend last year slowly emerged once again. You weren’t together with your ex anymore, this is ok, he thought to himself trying to calm his heartbeat. You turned your head comfortably and sighed tightening your grasp around him.

His heart skipped a beat.

#haikyu x reader #daichi x you #daichi sawamura #daichi x y/n #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq #hq imagines #daichi fluff #hq daichi #hq x reader

[pacific-rimbaud]

Who would lair with Charlie Weasley? I'm just bored and curious ahhaha

This was such a welcome question, thank you! I love the typo so much. I’m answering you with a domestic fluff drabble, Charlie with his girls. I hope you don’t mind.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Cho Chang

Rated: T

Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Daddy!Charlie Weasley, Pregnancy, Implied Sex

“Like this.” Charlie bends over and a stream of saltwater pours from his nostrils onto the shifting shadows of the palm leaves on the back porch.

Zhi watches, then tips herself over. Her laugh is always big and unencumbered and it’s doubly so when she repeats her father’s performance and snorts out a line of clear mucus.

“How were the waves?” asks Cho, sliding a spoon around the inside of a mango skin and popping out the cubes into a bowl. “No! Back out! You’re dripping!” Cho points Zhi outside again where Charlie grabs her by the head with a towel and aggressively scrubs her until she breaks free and dives for her place at the table.

She doesn’t have any siblings yet, but at six she shovels food into her mouth like a true Weasley, which she is. She has black hair and seaglass blue eyes, and she’s covered with freckles and afraid of nothing. She’s been begging Charlie to take her to see his dragons for weeks. Cho knows he’ll give in, and that she’ll fret when he does, but that they’ll both come out only slightly singed.

“Surf was excellent,” says Charlie. When he presses his chest against Cho’s back and brings his arms around her waist, she feels a responding jump and wriggle inside her. “How are you? And you?” he asks, spreading his large hand over the swell in Cho’s lower belly. She will never get over how soft his rough hands are, or how much she wants them on her, and inside her, and threaded through her own.

Zhi’s had his hair in a pair of braids for a week, tied off with bright pink and aquamarine loops, and water drips off the tips of them onto Cho’s shoulder when he starts mouthing at the side of her neck.

“You’re dripping on me,” she says, and he chuckles.

“Do you mind?”

“No.”

“Mmmm.” His warm lips find her ear, and when he flicks his tongue against the back of her lobe Cho bites back a gasp.

“ZhiZhi do you want to go over to Nana’s for a bit?” she asks.

“Yeah, I do,” says Zhi in her shifting, citizen-of-the-world accent, chin dripping with mango juice.

“Go and put some dry clothes on, love,” says Charlie.

Cho could hit him when his hand slips down and tugs up the hem of her dress out of view on the other side of the counter. “Wait, she’ll be off to your mum’s in just a moment.”

It took less convincing than Cho had expected for Molly to join them in Thailand. With regular owls and occasional Portkeys back to Arthur, coaxed by the sun and quiet beaches and her newfound passion for mangosteens, one month stretched into three then into six. Her presence in the cottage behind Charlie and Cho’s bungalow and her eagerness to mind her loud, jocular, big-hearted granddaughter, means that Zhi will get her much pleaded-for sibling in the winter.

“You’ve already done your job, you know,” says Cho, laughing, after Zhi slams through the screen door at the back of the house.

The mango inside her tumbles and kicks.

“I don’t know what you mean,” says Charlie. He turns Cho around and slips her loose linen dress off over her head. For a long moment his mouth passes from one bare, excruciatingly sensitive breast to the next, then he drops to his knees. He presses a series of soft kisses to Cho’s belly, then a harder, warmer one to the front of her cotton knickers. “A man’s work is never done.”

He’s shirtless, his shoulders and arms and belly hard with muscle. Tattoos of dragons he has loved crowd his arms and back, worked around burn scars or warped by them. There are seemingly random images, too, that in complex, private, and in several cases incredibly silly ways represent his siblings and parents and his child.

“Take me to bed,” says Cho, and he does.

A sheer white curtain drifts in through the window, and Cho bites back all the sounds that would carry outside. Her unfocused eyes wander over Charlie’s still-wet braids, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the Chinese character qiu over his heart.

She presses her palm to it. “Mine,” she whispers.

He smiles down at her, eyes glazed, and strokes the only tattoo she has—a corresponding thin black C on her own chest—with his thumb. “Are you mine?” he whispers.

“Completely.”

#charlie weasley #cho chang #hp rare pair #hp fanfic #fluff #domestic fluff

[snarky-badger]

Can I ask for a drabble in which Ultron is living with someone romantically and they get him an apron that says "Kiss the Overlord"for Christmas because he'd been learning how to cook? I just really wanna know how your depiction of Ultron would react to that. And Christmas.

I can do that! Another part in the Smooth Criminal series! (Because I love that series so much)

EDIT - Okay, so I rewrote this a bunch of times. Still not too happy with it, buuuut…. *shrugs* It is what it is. I hope it’s good enough!

Part 6 in the Smooth Criminal Series. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

If you like my writing, please consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi!

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Things went smoothly for another month. You continued your classes - which were easier without your bully present - did your exams and end of the term tests. Continued going to work, fixing whatever came through the door - including a car whose owner had tried to replace an engine part with duct tape.

Ultron, oddly, had gotten a bit more distant over the weeks. You wanted to talk to him about it, but felt nervous. Maybe you’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d decided against pursuing a relationship with you. You didn’t know, and a large part of you was afraid to ask, terrified of the answer.

Honestly, Christmas came upon so fast that it shocked you.

You spent a week wracking your brain trying to think of things to get Ultron. You’d texted the AI and discovered that he was rather blaze about the whole holiday - he’d never really celebrated it before. Upon finding that out, you’d decided to take it upon yourself to make it special for him, to show him the fun and joys of it.

So you bought a beautiful artificial tree, a massive eight foot thing with lights. Managed to get it up and decorated while Ultron was out doing whatever it was he was doing. Loaded it with red, gold and green ornaments and faux poinsettia flowers, even bought a pretty golden tree skirt.

You still didn’t know what to get him as a present. What do you get someone that has everything or could buy anything they wanted? He didn’t eat, didn’t wear clothes, simply downloaded any book he wanted… It left you woefully idealess.

Two weeks before Christmas, your parents called, your mother wondering if you were going to visit.

Crap. You’d honestly forgotten about them.

Another frantic search on Amazon and a run through the Mall, and you’d loaded yourself up with presents for them. You didn’t really want to leave Ultron alone for Christmas, so you lied to your mother - God help you if she ever found out - and said that you needed to be home the weekend before the Holiday to help your boss out at the Garage.

Ultron hadn’t seemed all too bothered by you leaving to visit your parents. He was really starting to worry you. Why was he pulling away?

A little heartbroken, you packed yourself up, rented a car, and, drove yourself two hours North East.

Your parents were thrilled to see you, and you let them distract you from your worries about Ultron. You baked with your mother, helped your father decorate the house, even went out and bought a real tree with your father - as was tradition.

It took a couple of days to help them get everything ready, but by the end, the house was decorated, the cookies and fruitcake were done, the tree was up and barricaded from the far too inquisitive dogs plus one cat, and things felt nostalgic and homey.

That night, after a long discussion with your father about your courses, you headed up to bed with a mug of hot chocolate - laced with Bailey’s - and grabbed your phone. It hurt your heart a little to see that Ultron hadn’t left any messages or emails.

Hot chocolate forgotten, you bit your lower lip, then nervously opened up a specific app. Ultron had long ago installed a program that tied into his systems, allowing you to contact him directly. ‘For anything’ he’d told you.

You sent him a simple message of ’I miss you’. Stared at your phone for almost fifteen minutes for a reply, then sighed and set it aside. Ignored your now cold chocolate drink as you lay down on your bed, sniffling a little as you curled up. You cared so much about Ultron, and now, things were… different. Something was up with him, something had changed. What, you didn’t know, but you intended to find out, because this ‘avoidance’ shit wasn’t flying with you.

Frowning, you rolled over and snatched up your phone again, thumbs tapping out a message. ’For the past little while, I feel like you’re avoiding me. I miss you, so much, and I don’t know if I did something wrong, but I’m so sorry if I did. I wish you’d talk to me again. I don’t like this chasm between us. If you changed your mind about me, tell me, please. Because this… this cold shoulder thing hurts. I… I love you. I do. More than you know… I just… wish you felt the same. If you don’t, that’s okay. Even if you don’t, you’re still the most important person in my life, Ultron. You are. I… I just had to tell you. Goodnight.’

Butterflies in your stomach from the message, you forced yourself to bed. Spent far too long tossing and turning before sleep finally claimed you.

Until something jerked you awake at two-am. You spent a moment staring, bleerily, at the clock at your bedside before another knock at the window made you roll over, eyes widening when you saw Ultron hovering outside.

You rolled out of bed, then tried to shove the old window open before gesturing to the porch when it stuck fast. He nodded in understanding, and you paused to throw on your housecoat before creeping out of your room. Good thing your parents were heavy sleepers, because you had to pass their door to get to the stairs.

You took an extra second to slip your bare feet into your winter boots before opening the front door and stepping out into the cold, your breath fogging in the air as you closed the door behind you. “Ul–”

He grabbed you before you could even speak, lifting you off your feet and pressing you up against the wall next to the door. Crimson optics met yours, and you felt his hands spasm where he was gripping your upper arms, before he simply leaned in and kissed the breath out of you.

Afterwards, when you were dazed and out of breath, he leaned his forehead against yours, metal chilly from the cold, optics locked on your gaze. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice rough with worry and regret. “I’m so sorry. I never meant– I–”

You frowned and rose a hand to his face, thumb brushing his cheek. “What?”

His brows drew inwards, a scowl settling onto his features. “I’m not what I was meant to be,” he said finally, disgust and self-loathing thick in his voice. “I look at you and I want to give you everything, but I…” His gaze went to where his right hand was holding your arm, metal against flesh, and his gaze darkened. “I’ll never be anything except this.”

“Ultron…” You leaned in and kissed him, ignoring how stiff he was. “I’ve only ever known you as you are. I know you don’t see yourself the way I see you, but you’re perfect to me. You’re kind and brilliant and generous and thoughtful and snarky and beautiful and I love you, you dummy. I don’t want everything, just you.”

Ultron shuddered a little, and goosebumps rose on your skin as he nuzzled his face against the side of your neck, his arms going around you to pull you into a hug. You rose a hand to the back of his head as you returned the embrace, fingers brushing over the hardline port at the base of his skull and hearing his low groan as he nipped at your throat.

“T-That’s a little sensitive,” he mumbled against you, and you grinned as you did it again, feeling him tremble and gasp. “Mmmm. Okay, yeah, that’s– Ohh! Okay– Mm. Stop, because otherwise I’m going to rip off your clothes and we’ll wake your parents.”

You snickered, but relented, filing things away for later. Instead, you stroked the nape of his neck and kissed the outer edge of his right audial. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” Ultron sighed, raising his head to meet your gaze sadly. “I… I have issues with this form. I had a perfect body, once. I built it. But the Avengers… they stole it from me. Corrupted it, twisted it. I just–”

“You’re perfect to me,” you murmured, kissing him, hearing his groan as he reciprocated, earnest and hungry, his right hand rising to caress your cheek. “Absolutely perfect.”

A smirk tugged at his mouth. “You’re biased.”

“Damned right I am.”

Finally, he chuckled, the tension in his frame easing, the metal pieces at the corners of his eyes unclenching. Ultron leaned in again, forehead brushing yours, his mouth grazing your lips. “If you don’t think I love you, then I’m doing something terribly wrong,” he murmured, the palm of his hand cool against your cheek as he cupped the side of your face. “I’m so sorry I made you think I didn’t care.”

“S'okay,” you murmured back. “Don’t do it again.”

“Never.” He nipped at your lower lip before kissing you, humming against you when you teasingly grazed your fingers across the port at the back of his head. “Mmmm. When will you be coming home?” His hands splayed across your back, pulling you closer.

You wound your arms around his neck. “Couple more days. I’ll be home by Christmas.”

Ultron grumbled, but nodded. “Alright.” He nuzzled at your neck again, then sighed, and carefully placed you back onto your feet. “You’re shivering. Go inside and get warm. Oh. One more thing.”

You glanced up at him, and he smiled fondly as he touched your cheek again.

“I love you.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you took his hand in one of yours as you turned your face to press a kiss to his palm. “I love you, too, Ultron.”

He beamed at your response, paused to lean down to kiss you, then the repulsors on his back and legs activated with a dull roar and he stepped off the covered porch and simply shot up into the air.

“Show off,” you said to the place where he’d been, shaking your head as you turned and headed back inside.

You felt lighter the next day, and while your mother questioned your sudden good mood, you merely shrugged and said that you’d slept well. You helped her make the early Christmas dinner that she’d insisted on making for you; your father spent the time cutting wood for the fireplace and yelling at one of the dogs that like to steal pieces of firewood and bury them in the snow.

That night, after a massive supper, Ultron texted you a simple ’I love you, sleep well’, and you spent half an hour smiling stupidly as you tried to fall asleep.

Three more days passed. You found a funny gift to give to Ultron during an outing with your father - your Dad always needed help picking out a present for your mother and you were his constant go to for ideas. You helped him pick out a beautiful framed art print form her favorite artist at a gallery on Main Street.

You celebrated an early gift opening with your folks that night. Everyone was happy, even you, despite the ugly Christmas sweater that your Aunt had mailed to you. Good Lord, the woman was either colour blind or evil, you weren’t sure which.

The following day, you bid goodbye to your parents and drove home, glad that the rental car had winter tires when a surprise blizzard hit half way. Texted Ultron that you’d be late before spending over three hours peering through an icy windshield at the lights of the car in front of you, trying desperately not to swerve off the road and into a ditch.

You were twitchy by the time you got to the rental place, a headache pounding behind your eyes from having to squint through the whiteout conditions. You dropped off the car, then took a cab back to the penthouse, never happier to see the doorman in your life.

Honestly, you were exhausted by the time you dragged your luggage and a bag full of gifts from your folks into the penthouse elevator. Your hair was a mess, your coat and scarf overloaded with melting snow, and your headache had gotten worse on the cab ride over. You were looking forward to a hot bath and a nice cup of coffee and maybe a movie with Ultron.

But when the doors slid open, you forgot about everything.

You’d originally decorated the penthouse with only a tree. Now, there was garland and poinsettias and lights and mini trees everywhere. It was all tastefully done, like something out of a magazine that you’d swooned over as a child.

Eyes wide, you stepped out of the elevator, your rolling luggage clattering a little against the hardwood floor as you tugged it behind you.

Ultron appeared from around the corner, wiping his hands on a dish cloth as he approached you. “There you are! I was worried. The weather station’s been sending out warnings and road closures all day.”

“Blizzards suck ass,” you frowned, still looking around. Let Ultron take the bag off your shoulder before shucking out of your jacket when he tugged at it. “What did you do?”

“I know you like Christmas. Thought I’d spruce up the penthouse a little. I love the tree by the way - though I’m sorry I wasn’t here to decorate it with you.” He went to hang your coat up in the closet and you took the moment to toe out of your boots, grimacing when your socked foot stepped in some water.

Ultron smirked as he ushered you deeper into the penthouse, and you glanced at him questioningly before you turned your full attention to what he’d done. He’d really gone all out. There were decorations - deer, baubles, ornaments and garland - and lights everywhere, the warm white glow from the LEDs giving everything a pretty appearance.

“You’ve been busy,” you grinned, your gaze darting around the penthouse, trying to spot everything new. He merely chuckled in response, moving past you to the kitchen, and you curiously followed him, smiling when you saw he’d prepared some tea for you along with, “Are those cookies?”

“Oh. Yes. I, um… thought you’d like some?” He shifted, a little nervously, and you smiled as you went to investigate the cookies, drawn by the awesome smell. “They’re shortcake. I found a recipe in one of your books. I hope you don’t mind.”

You plucked a perfect star cookie from the pile and bit into it, trying not to moan at the taste. “Oh my god, these are awesome! Dude, why didn’t you tell me you could bake?”

“Well, to be fair, I’ve never tried before now,” Ultron shrugged, smirking as you grabbed another cookie. “You didn’t eat again, did you?”

“I’ve been driving for three hours in a blizzard.”

“That would be a ‘no’ then.” He went to the large fridge and started pulling food out, and you looked up from shoving another cookie into your mouth. “Sit down, I’ll make you something. How about salmon?”

“Mmpft!”

“Give me those.” You whined as the plate of cookies was snatched away, the AI raising the plate above his head when you tried to grab another one. “Seriously? I turn my back for one second and you somehow manage to eat half the plate?”

“They’re really good!” You licked crumbs off your fingers, then, when it was obvious that he wasn’t going to give them back, huffed and pouted a little.

Ultron rolled his optics at you, setting the plate of cookies onto a top shelf that you had no chance of reaching. That done, he turned back to you and reached down to gently grip your chin between his left forefinger and thumb, tilting your head up as he leaned down to kiss you. “Go get changed and I’ll make you some real food, okay?”

A sigh left you as you stole another kiss before pulling away. “Okay. Spoilsport. Oh. Oh! Wait here, I have something for you!”

He blinked at you as you darted around him and ran for the bag and your luggage that were sitting in the entryway. Dug through all the presents your parents had bought you before pulling out a wrapped box, taking a moment to try to unflatten the bow before walking back to Ultron. “I had no idea what to get you but I saw this and thought it was funny.”

A metallic brow arched upwards as you thrust the package at him nervously, his fingers brushing yours when he accepted the present. Optics bright, a fond little smile on his face, Ultron carefully tugged at the tape before peeling the wrapping paper away.

Endlessly curious, he opened the box, then blinked, staring at the contents before a low, rumbling, chuckle left him. “Seriously?”

You felt your face heat. “I thought it was cute!”

Shaking his head, Ultron set the box down on the counter, then pulled out the 'Kiss the Overlord’ apron you’d found. He held it up, staring at it, then glanced at you again. When you shifted, from foot to foot, nervously, Ultron smirked, breaking his stern facade as he put the apron on and crooked a finger at you. “Well? Are you going to obey the apron?”

Your eyes narrowed a little as you closed the distance between the two of you, reaching up to grip the collar of the apron and tugging until Ultron leaned down to you. “Don’t scare me like that,” you muttered, seeing his smirk widen before you did your best to kiss it off of him.

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#ultron #ultron x reader #reader x ultron #snarky is writing

[hovercraft79]

Winter Song

Ch: 7 Merry Christmas Darling

Chapters: 7/31 Word Count: I,707 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Teen Warnings:  None Summary: Sometimes, it takes some ice to thaw a relationship that’s been frozen for decades. Pippa invites Hecate to spend a holiday evening at a village celebration.

Notes: Only one day late! I hope to get back on track over the weekend, but I’ve hit the perfect storm of IRL holiday commitments and prompts I didn’t get done ahead of time.

This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to Hecate’s Summer Playlist.

Merry Christmas Darling is a great old Carpenters song.

Thanks again to Sparky, who only mocked me a little for sending her the draft at 4 am this morning. 

Pippa hesitated, hand poised just over Hecate’s door. She was second-guessing herself again. Or third, or fourth or tenth-guessing herself. She already had her hand raised to vanish the pink hold-all when the door flew open. “Hecate!” She stumbled back, startled. “I was just about to knock!”

Hecate smiled, eyes darting to the bag and back up to Pippa’s face. “Do come in,” she said, wincing.

“Don’t mind if I do, darling.” She swept past Hecate, squeezing her arm just above the elbow. Pippa dropped her hold-all onto Hecate’s sofa before unzipping her powder pink quilted jacket.

“You’re looking different tonight,” Hecate said, wincing again. “I mean… Ordinary clothes suit you, ughhhh…” Hecate turned away, huffing out a gust of breath. “I’m sorry… I’m trying to say that you look very nice tonight.”

Pippa grinned broadly. “Thank you, Hiccup.” She wanted to say more but knew she shouldn’t push. Hiccup was trying - she’d offered a compliment on Pippa’s outfit.

“May I get you something to drink? Tea? Or a glass of wine?” Hecate asked, her voice rising.

Pippa could see that Hecate was getting flustered. “Not just yet, darling. In fact, I was wondering if you might be willing to forego our chess game tonight? I thought –”

“Yes… that would be fine, you’re busy – especially this time of year. I understand if you need to cancel; I’m only sorry you didn’t save yourself the trip by mirroring.” Hecate’s voice, though pitched higher than usual, was steady. She couldn’t quite hide the gloss on her eyes, though she tried.

“No, Hiccup. Darling. You don’t understand at all.” Pippa laced her fingers through Hecate’s and pulled her over to sit on the sofa. Holding Hecate’s eyes with her own, Pippa waited until she knew that Hecate was listening to her. “I don’t want to cancel our evening. Not at all.” She let that sink in until Hecate nodded. “I was just rather hoping you might consider a different activity.” She released Hecate’s hand and unzipped her hold-all, pulling out two pairs of ice skates, one pink, the other black. “I had such a good time when we went in to town the other night, so I looked up the goings-on in some of the other villages in the area. There’s a Holiday in the Park that starts tonight in Foxmoor Glen. There’s to be carolers, a tree-lighting and an ice-skating rink. What do you say, Hiccup? Would you like to go? It’s all right if you’d rather stay in and play chess. As long as we’re together, I’m pleased.”

Pippa could see Hecate mulling it over. She tried not to look too eager; after all, if Hecate didn’t actually want to go, she didn’t want to force her. Neither would have an enjoyable evening. Finally, Hecate nodded. “I think that would be quite pleasant.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’d love to,” she tried again.

“Brilliant! Let’s find you some proper skating clothes, then.”

****

“Are you ready?” Pippa asked, double-knotting the lace of her skate. Done, she stood, balancing on the blades and letting her ankles get used to the wobble. “I don’t remember the last time I went skating. Maybe that time we went into town our fifth year?” She watched as Hecate finished tying her own skates, admiring the way she looked in smart black t

“That’s the last time for me, I’m sure,” Hecate said, drily. She pushed herself off the bench, testing her balance on the blades. “Are you sure you don’t want me to charm the skates to keep us from falling?”

Pippa’s laugh rivaled the tinkling of the sleigh bells jingling on the horse-drawn carriage nearby. “That’s half the fun, Hiccup, the risk of bodily harm. C’mon… we’ll stay by the wall the first few laps.” In spite of her bold words, Pippa stepped gingerly onto the ice, sliding her skates in short, awkward strokes, grabbing the wall after only a few feet. She turned around, expecting to find Hecate still outside the rink. Instead, she nearly lost her skates when Hecate was right behind her, off the wall, sure and steady on the ice. “Of course, you remember how to skate, why wouldn’t you?” Shaking her head, Pippa pushed off from the wall. “Let’s go then…”

They took a rickety first lap around the rink, Hecate’s muscle memory returning much quicker than Pippa’s – much to Pippa’s chagrin. By the second lap they were both moving much more confidently, though perhaps not as quickly as other skaters. Pippa watched a cute couple skating past, hands clasped between them. She must have been looking a bit too wistfully, because when Pippa turned back to Hecate, she saw the look of hurt flickering across her face. “Hiccup?” She skated over to Hecate’s side, careful not to get too close. “What’s wrong?” She placed a hand on Hecate’s forearm, pulling her to a stop. “What is it?”

Hecate grinned ruefully and kept watching the couple make their way around the rink.  “It’s nothing, Pipsqueak, just… I want you to know that I understand if you’d rather be here with someone else; it would make a lovely place for a…date.”

“A what?” Pippa followed Hecate’s eyes, finally realizing that Hecate was focused on the now kissing couple. She couldn’t help it, she threw back her head and laughed, causing her skates to fly out from under her and landing her on her backside on the ice. Hecate was by her side at once.  “Oh, Hiccup…” she gasped, once she could speak again, “I promise you, darling, I am here with exactly the person I want to be here with.” She held out a hand and let Hecate help her back to her skates. Once up, Pippa pulled Hecate into motion, keeping their gloved fingers entwined for the next three laps, dropping them only when some racing children spun them around.

“Merlin’s rusty cauldron,” Hecate growled, grabbing Pippa’s arm to make sure the blonde stayed on her skates. She looked at Pippa, shocked to find Pippa staring back at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Pippa steadied herself on her skates, lifting her chin in challenge.

Hecate raised one slender eyebrow, but shifted on her skates, digging one toe into the ice, preparing to push off. “Once around the rink, then first to the exit? Loser buys the snacks?”

“You’re on, Hardbroom,” Pippa said, pushing off “GO!” Both witches raced away, laughter trailing behind them.

****

“Not the worst job I’ve seen today,” the nurse said, smiling as she finished wrapping gauze around Pippa’s palm. “Don’t know what you were thinking, dearie.”

Pippa flexed her fingers, wincing as the gauze stuck and pulled against the raw, scraped ice burn covering her palm. “I was thinking I was going to win,” she chuckled. “Would have done, too, if that boy hadn’t cut me off.” Instead, Pippa found herself sitting in the first-aid booth, getting her hand patched up while Hecate was off somewhere with Pippa’s wallet, choosing snacks that would no doubt be healthy and sensible. She sighed. Too bad… she’d really hoped for some caramel popcorn.

“Here come’s yer friend now,” the nurse said, pointing through the crowd at Hecate.

Pippa watched Hecate weaving her way through the mass of people, hands full as she carried a cardboard tray with drinks and brightly colored boxes. “Feeling better?” Hecate set the tray down and handed Pippa a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

“Mmmm….” Pippa breathed in the heavenly scent of the chocolate. “I am now… I just knew you were going to bring back something healthy, like a spinach smoothie or kale chips.” She sipped at the hot chocolate, sending a quick, silent spell to cool it to just the right temperature. “Perfect.” She eyed the colorful packages. “And what other treats did you bring?”

Smirking, Hecate opened the boxes. “Cinnamon roasted pecans – still warm.” She held out the box, her smirk softening into a gentle smile as Pippa plucked out a few pecans and popped them into her mouth.

“Heavenly,” she said, munching. “What else?” The next box was filled with a rainbow of saltwater taffy pieces, wrapped in waxed paper. “Lovely, I’ll save that for later.” She eyed the last box.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t want what’s in here,” Hecate teased. “Nothing you’d be interested in.”

Pippa batted her eyes furiously, “Please?” Hecate held out for a moment before opening the last box and revealing a tiny mountain of caramel popcorn. Pippa squealed and snatched the entire box off the tray. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She shoved an entire handful into her mouth, moaning most inappropriately at the sweet, salty crunch. Mouth full, she winked her appreciation at Hecate, winking again when she saw the way it made her blush.

****

It was late when Hecate finally stepped out of her small bathroom, warm and relaxed from the bath, wearing the soft, fluffy robe that she would deny to anyone that she even owned. Walking towards the bed, she spotted an unfamiliar object on her nightstand. Out of habit she looked up, reaching out with her magic to check not only the castle wards, but her personal wards as well. Everything seemed to be in order. Stepping closer she could see that it was a snow globe. Pippa.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Hecate picked up the snow globe and gave it a twist. Glittering snowflakes swirled around a cluster of ice skaters on a tiny, tree-lined pond. She noticed a key for winding on the base and twisted it, smiling as the melody to “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” began to play. As the music played, the skaters began to move around the pond, spinning and twirling as they circled. Hecate wound it a couple more turns before returning it to the nightstand. She crawled under her covers and rolled onto her side, magicking out the lights before resting her chin on her hand. There was just enough moonlight that she could still see the tiny skaters circling the pond. She fell asleep listening to the music and dreamed of hot chocolate, ice skating, and Pippa.  

#ww2018winterfluffevent #hicsqueak #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #skating

[ladylazuli97]

I was tagged by @mirror-chan20

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Andrea Nickname: Well, everyone calls me Andy (you know, is the short form of my name) so if you wanna talk to me, call me Andy. Zodiac sign: Aries Height: 5′4 I actually looked for a converter for this Orientation: Asexual Ethnicity: Oh my god what do you mean with this… *google to the rescue* Well, according with wikipedia, I’m a mestizo (?) Mmm… I’m latin. Idk guys, I’m mexican Favourite fruit: Apple :3 Favourite season: Winter :’D Favourite book series: I readed a lot of series, and I love a lot of books. Mmmm… I think if I had to choose… His Dark Materials, by Philip Pullman. Everything in that serie is amazing! Favourite flower: I’m not a big fan of flowers, but it’s always sweet when my bf gives me a rose Favourite scent: It’s a cliché, but the smell of rain is great. Or the smell of smoke left in your clothes after the camps. Favourite colour: Red Coffee, tea or cocoa: Coffee Average sleep hours: Maybe 7 Cat or dog person: Dog person Favourite fictional characters: OMG my Terrifying Renegade Pearl! And Lapis Lazuli. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 Dream trip: I want to see a lot of natural places around the world, I don’t even know where to start Blog created: A long long time ago, but I never used it until last December, when I started to watch SU Number of followers: 800+

Usually I don’t tag anyone in this kind of thing, but if you read this and want to answer, feel free to tag me

#personal

[asaethiel]

tagged by @theimpossumblepossum - thx jasmin!!

A) Age: 18

B) Biggest fear: paralysis/not being in control

C) Current time: 2:16pm

D) Drink you last had: mango lassi 👌🏼

E) Every day starts with: hhhh dragging myself out of bed like 15min before i need to be at school

F) Favourite song atm: i’ve been listening to a lot of the mowgli’s lately because their music gives me summer vibes :’)

G) Ghosts, are they real?: i don’t think i believe in ghosts, per se, but depending on how late at night it is i could probably be persuaded to believe in spooky things

H) Hometown?: rio, wisconsin

I) In love with?: oscar isaac, loml

J) Jealous of?: all the artists i follow on twitter who are all friends and have amazing art styles !!!

K) Killed Someone?: one of these days

L) Last time you cried: yikes i think it was some time last week after getting really frustrated about integrating power series 🙃

M) Middle name: mae

N) Number of siblings: 1

O) One wish: mmmm i wish my laptop would be less broken

P) Person you last called/texted: me, tiana, and heavyn’s groupchat (it’s called “daddy 😩” if u were wondering)

Q) Questions you are always being asked: where are you going to college?? what are you going to study??? how are you going to pay for it?????

R) Reasons to smile: sunshine, rocky beaches, warmth after a shitty winter, driving with the windows down and music playing, hangin out with friends, campfire smell lingering on your clothes, school almost being out

S) Song last sung: ispy by kyle lmao

T) Time you woke up: 10ish?

U) Underwear colour: black

W) Worst habits: p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n, also 0 impulse control

X) X-rays you’ve had: i think just my teeth? 

Y) Your favourite food: ahhh spicy tuna sushi, movie theater popcorn, mashed potatoes

Z) Zodiac sign: capricorn!

if anyone wants to do this - you can say i tagged you ;)

#not art

[whatshehassaid]

Favorite Things

I’m bored out of my mind at.... hell, I don’t even know what time it is. 

Food and Drink

Favorite Fast Food Restaurant? 

Umm, it really depends. I like Chinese/Asian type foods and pizza and a lot of things, so... I can’t really choose one? I really love Thai Express though.

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

It’s a toss up between pistachio and mint chocolate chip. Chocolate chip cookie dough is really good too

Favorite Chocolate Candy?

Ferrero Rocher or anything with a chocolate/hazelnut mix

Favorite Fruity Candy?

Sour Skittles or wine gums

Favorite Flavor Starburst?

Either the pink or the red

Favorite dish at Olive Garden?

I’ve actually never been to Olive Garden.

Favorite kind of sushi?

Uramaki (California rolls)... I also like maki.. (oh boy, now I’m craving sushi)

Favorite Asian dish?

I’ve really only had Westernized type Asian food, so.. I love spring rolls, sushi (see above), chow mein...

Favorite Italian Dish?

There’s a lot to choose from there as half my extended family is from Calabria... so...  chicken parmigiana or angel hair primavera

Favorite food of all time?

There’s a lot to choose from there... I really love steak though. Like, a little too much. 

Favorite way to cook a steak?

Medium, sometimes medium well

Favorite pasta dish?

Angel hair primavera

Favorite cookie?

White chocolate macadamia nut

Favorite fast food french fries?

Mcdonalds

Favorite cereal?

Raisin Bran. Don’t @ me

Favorite breakfast food?

Mmmm, omlettes. 

Favorite pizza toppings?

Pepperoni, green pepper, sometimes pineapple.... sometimes olives.

Favorite fruit?

It’s a tie between strawberries, cherries and pomegranates. 

Favorite vegetable?

Broccoli

Favorite dessert? 

White chocolate cheesecake.

Favorite comfort food?

Homemade chicken soup

Favorite way to eat bacon?

On its own, honestly.

Favorite thing at a buffet?

I don’t really go to buffets..... 

Favorite pumpkin flavored treat?

Pumpkin spiced lattes........................ don’t start with me

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving?

Stuffing.

Favorite cake?

Strawberry shortcake... or angel cake w/ strawberries.

Favorite ice cream sundae toppings?

Hot fudge, maraschino cherries and whipped cream

Favorite thing to cook?

I love making pizza..

Favorite soda?

Cherry coke.

Favorite alcoholic drink?

Vodka coke.

Favorite drink at Starbucks?

Skinny cinnamon dolce latte

Favorite flavor coffee?

I just.... coffee? and espresso... I love espresso.

Television & Movies

Favorite 80′s movie?

Um, toss up between ET, the Indiana Jones movies (Last Crusade has always been my fave), and The Shining.

Favorite Harry Potter movie?

Toss up between Prisoner of Azkaban and Half Blood Prince in the HP series... Crimes of Grindelwald (so far) in the Fantastic Beasts series.

Favorite Hobbit from Lord of the Rings?

Bilbo.

Favorite Simpson’s character? 

Lisa.

Favorite cartoon cat?

Felix the cat. 

Favorite TV sitcom?

I Love Lucy. Does that count as a sitcom?

Favorite cartoon?

Peanuts (does that count?) or Looney Tunes

Favorite scary movie?

I’ve watched a LOT of horror movies, but Halloween (1978) hands down.

Favorite funny movie?

Hmmm... I don’t watch many comedic movies, honestly.. Bridesmaids? I don’t know..

Favorite celebrity?

Y’all really gonna ask this? We all know it’s Jude Law.

Favorite South Park character?

I never really got into South Park, tbh.

Favorite chick flick?

Um, The Holiday and maybe Confessions of a Shopaholic....

Favorite Pixar movie?

I’d have to choose three ‘cause I can’t choose one... Ratatouille, Coco, and Toy Story

Favorite Family Guy character?

Don’t really watch it. I watched the first season. Stewie, I guess?

Favorite Leonardo Dicaprio movie?

Aw, you gotta do this to me? Top 3: Titanic, The Great Gatsby and Shutter Island.

Favorite Actress over 50?

Do people who are dead count? ‘Cause I’d choose Marilyn Monroe in a heartbeat.

Favorite Marvel movie?

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Favorite TV Show?

A tie between Hannibal and Twin Peaks.

Favorite cancelled TV series?

Hannibal. Definitely Hannibal.

Favorite show on the Discovery Channel?

I don’t really watch it all that much.... can I use a show from the History Channel instead? (Hunting Hitler)

Favorite classic movie?

Niagara (1953) or Dracula (1931)

Music

Favorite Beatles song?

Golden Slumbers

Favorite string instrument?

Acoustic guitar

Favorite instrument?

Piano

Favorite band or music artist?

I have too many so, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nirvana and Lana Del Rey.

Favorite music genre?

Indie, alternative, whatever.

Favorite style of dance?

I love the way swing dancing looks.

Favorite boy band?

Oof, ya outtin’ me. NSYNC.

Favorite disco song?

Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson or Night Fever - Bee Gees

Favorite 80′s song?

I love a LOT of 80′s music so... I can give you a few (I can’t choose one, that’s impossible): Call Me - Blondie, Take on Me - Aha, Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler, You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) - Dead or Alive, A Criminal Mind - Gowan, Maneater - Hall & Oates, Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (THERE ARE A LOT MORE)

Favorite cover song?

Byaginc’s version of Losing My Religion - REM and I also really like Lo-Fang’s version of You’re the One That I Want.

Favorite one hit wonder?

Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground

Favorite song you’re embarrassed to like?

Ummmmm.. if I have to pick one.. Irresistible by Jessica Simpson (also the version with Lil Bow Wow is a banger?)

Favorite foreign band/artist?

Catatonia (does that count, I mean, I’m not Welsh.. so). I also like Pink Floyd.

Travel & Recreation

Favorite state you’ve visited?

I’ve only visited one state in the US and it was Florida.

Favorite country you want to visit?

Italy or England

Favorite thing about America?

If you’re referencing the US, I live in Canada, so... I don’t know?

Favorite kind of vacation?

I love beaches... but I also love art and architecture so *shrug*

Favorite car?

1950′s VW Beetle. 

Favorite road to drive on?

I don’t drive.

Favorite way to travel?

Car, I hate planes.

Favorite beach?

I haven’t been to many honestly.

Favorite place to go with family?

DISNEY WORLD.

Favorite vacation you’ve taken?

The first one I ever went on to Universal Studios in Orlando.

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit?

Hogwarts, let’s be real.

Favorite ride at a carnival?

Those swing carousel things.

Favorite thing to do at the beach?

.....read

Favorite rollercoaster?

I do nOT do rollercoasters.

Favorite theme park?

Disney DISNEY D I S N E Y

Favorite thing about traveling?

I love nice hotels, I don’t know why that’s my fave part, but it is.

Nature & Animals

Favorite dinosaur?

Um, I’ve never really thought about that? T-Rex, I guess?

Favorite breed of dog?

Poodle.

Favorite season?

Autumn

Favorite flower?

Hiscibus

Favorite animal at the zoo?

Elephants... if they have them or pandas

Favorite type of bear?

Panda bears

Favorite natural disaster?

....what kind of question is that?

Favorite reptile?

I love snakes.

Favorite animal?

Tie between cats and sloths.

Favorite bird?

Owls.

Favorite thing in the sky?

The moon.

Favorite thing about a rainy day?

Hearing rain on the roof.

Favorite sea creature?

Can I say the Loch Ness Monster? (haha) Jellyfish.

Favorite color rose?

Light pink or dark red.

Favorite small mammal?

KITTENS!

Favorite big cat?

I love snow leopards. 

Favorite thing about spring?

Flowers.

Favorite wild animal you’d like as a pet?

A sloth.

Sports

Favorite sport?

Soccer

Favorite extreme sport you're too scared to do?

Does snowboarding count?

Favorite Olympic sport?

Figure skating.

Favorite football team?

Don’t watch American football.

Favorite basketball team?

Don’t really watch that either.

Favorite hockey team?

I know I’m Canadian, but I’m honestly not that invested. I’d choose the Maple Leafs ‘cause I’m from TO, but they’re.... aw f ul.

Favorite baseball team?

Blue Jays

Favorite sport to play?

Soccer.

Favorite winter sport?

I do not do winter sports. I’m a klutz as it is.

Favorite sport you wish you were a pro at?

Figure skating would be AMAZING.

Favorite professional athlete?

Serena Williams, Evgenia Medvedeva

Favorite sport to watch in person?

Hockey.

Childhood

Favorite nursery rhyme?

Didn’t really have a favorite.

Favorite childhood memory?

My grandfather. 

Favorite board game?

Monopoly or Scrabble

Favorite children’s show?

I looooooved Looney Tunes. I still do, honestly.

Favorite toy as a child?

I had a Barney the Dinosaur plush (I had Barney everything)

Favorite teacher?

My sixth grade teacher was a pretty cool dude.

Favorite thing about school?

Art class.

Favorite age?

Don’t really have one, maybe 4 or 5?

Favorite Christmas present?

My mom bought me a N64.

Favorite Dr. Seuss book?

Green Eggs & Ham

Favorite Halloween costume you've worn?

Technically I wore it as a teen, but the Silk Spectre II costume I wore when I was 17.

Favorite lunchbox snack?

Dunkaroos!

Favorite Winnie the Pooh character?

Pooh & Eeyore. 

Favorite thing to do during recess?

Read.

Favorite superhero?

Wonder Woman.

Favorite video game?

Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

Favorite color Power Ranger?

Pink.

Favorite fairy tale?

Does Beauty and the Beast count?

Favorite game to play outside?

Catch the flag.

Fashion & Beauty

Favorite department store?

Does Sephora count as a department store?

Favorite place to shop?

There’s a lot of places I love to shop. Mostly bookstores though.

Favorite store in the mall?

Indigo/Chapters (I love my books)

Favorite perfume/cologne?

YSL Black Opium or Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle

Favorite hair color?

On me? A mix of auburn and dark brown

Favorite makeup you can't live without?

Eyebrow pencil 

Favorite shoes?

My thigh high dark brown suede go-go boots. ;)

Favorite occasion to dress up for?

I’ll honestly dress up for anything. I love dressing up.

Favorite hairstyle?

Anything wavy/curly with or without braids.

Favorite outfit you have?

Right now I have a super cute wrap dress that I like.

Favorite soap scent?

I like the smell of Dove soap, is that weird?

Favorite article of clothing?

I love high waist mini skirts.

Favorite place for a piercing?

Upper ear.

Favorite piece of jewelry?

Right now I’m a dork for the replica pendant from Crimes of Grindelwald. I also love this bracelet/ring/hand jewelry thing I have.

Favorite thing to wear to bed?

Sometimes lace and silk stuff ;) Sometimes just huge t-shirts

Favorite luxury brand?

YSL

Random

Favorite candle scent?

I love coconut scents.

Favorite extracurricular activity?

.....reading? (again)

Favorite day of the week?

Sunday

Favorite holiday?

Does Halloween count as a holiday?

Favorite website?

Well, I’m on Tumblr QUITE a bit...

Favorite way to communicate?

Usually face to face.. I hate talking on the phone. Text message is a close second.

Favorite Youtube video?

I love this dork. [x]

Favorite kind of house?

Victorian

Favorite car color?

Teal?

Favorite baby boy name?

I don’t know...

Favorite baby girl name?

Charlie, Evelyn

Favorite thing to do when you’re sick?

It’s an odd habit of mine to watch The Mummy or HP or Spice World for some reason

Favorite person you’ve never met?

Famous? Bryan Fuller Person in my life? MY THREE BEST FRIENDS!

Favorite question you’ve answered so far?

I don’t know...........

Favorite thing you’ve done in the last 24 hours?

I literally slept most of the day. Don’t judge me.

Favorite place to meet up with friends?

Kitty Cafes and.... cafes in general.

Favorite hobby?

Reading, making art.... listening to music

Favorite way to cheer you up?

Anything to do with Jude Law usually does the trick, bahaha

Favorite thing to look forward to?

Leaving this god awful small city to go explore other places.

Favorite kind of gift to receive?

Things that are heartfelt... things that people make whether it be handmade or... whatever... it’s really sweet.

Favorite crafty thing to make?

Does sketching count? Funny story, I used to get in trouble in art class in high school for sketching human anatomy (hands, collarbones etc) instead of reviewing art history notes, which I also loved by the way.

Favorite way to relax?

Reading, bubble baths.... other ways ;)

#about me #long post #I WAS BORED #and now I'm off to dreamland