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[raptureshots]

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[starsweepers]

“Sorry….” Deuce trailed thoughtfully after Cleo finished the explanation of her pristine plans. The one that will hopefully help Claw burst ahead of Stripes.

But he was half-paying attention and caught only bits and pieces. He wanted to help, but it was hard to not pay attention to the fact that Cleo has changed a lot lately. For the better.

He doesn’t think Princess De Nile would’ve lifted a pretty finger for others last year. Now it feels like she is carrying the world on her shoulders for the good of others.

“I got caught up with the fact that You’ve been working so hard lately. Have you even had a break today?”

      SORRY? confusion knitted her brows, snapping attention upward from where she had her eyes glazed over her phone screen. recipes, invites, banners... all the stuff that draculaura's swift work of magic hadn't covered. granted, now that particular tactic was temporarily banned, so if they were going to do this the much-less-forbidden way, the vampire sorceress couldn't assist with her spells. this was a fact more than fine with cleo, for the dark haired princess had the PERFECT ideas crafted… she knew a lot about getting people to follow her, after all. free things were definitely the way... especially if one of such things included food.             regardless of such knowledge within her mind, that didn’t mean she immediately understood why deuce was apologizing. was he about to say he wasn't going to help? why in the world would he refuse taking the opportunity to promote claw and defeat toralei? there was no way, and she fluttered her eyes a bit, wondering just how tired her brain was from focusing so hard that entire morning. she l i v e d ( unlived? ) for this sort of stuff... that didn’t mean the weight of it hadn’t started to wear her thin.     she couldn’t reveal as much; being tired was the sort of thing her father would scold her over and nefera would laugh. de niles didn't stop... not with victory on the line.                   ( though they would also glare upon the fact that the victory would technically belong to clawdeen. )         royal’s tongue clicked, lowering her device as snake haired lad started to explain the reasoning for sudden apology. it was simultaneously surprising to hear while also not at all. despite the ways of trouble he had once indulged upon, cleo fondly could recall the tender compassion deuce had always carried for others. it had always added such delight to his bad-boy facade... though golden flecked grace had to shove such l i n g e r i n g aches from her thoughts. smile curved elegant expression, but left it laced with deviousness. as well as a mild, false tease of offense.                   "deuce, i always work hard. clawdeen may be in the running for prefect, but i still run this school. that doesn't happen without handling things myself." it wasn't an entire joke, but she found that her usual strain of demanding popularity didn't feel quite so wound together. her family ALREADY knew she wasn't in the running, that argument had long passed. no sense in whining over the school's picks.       besides, were she honest, even she knew their werewolf companion was the better pick to run against tor. an excellent balance of sweet to the werecat's spicy. the sort of thing cleo wasn't known for... a fact her heart noted and hung a bit heavy with.                     long breath was taken, feeling the warm air of late summer settling into her lungs. it was nice... the cold left lingering feelings on lonesome and anxiety dwelling in her being. tainting a soul she wasn't sure she had. could a body without a heart have such a thing? did monsters enjoy such pleasures? or would osiris have little concern for hers considering who her father was?                     ...questions she had no readiness for answers.         "i don't NEED a break, what i need is a way to make dozens upon dozens of cookies! with clawdeen's face!" pause, depths growing soft yet sparking with sudden glow. "does heath have that cake printer still...?"

@storybounded

[theladyvalkyrieskyeart]

Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess

Doin' my best, bitch, I'm blessed

[itsallavengers]

Steve being taller than Tony. Steve being able to pull Tony in so that his chin rests on top of all those fluffy curls. Steve wrapping Tony up in a jacket that’s eight sizes too big for him just so that Steve can see him walking around wearing something of his. Tony looking up at Steve through his long lashes. Steve’s hand being big enough to be twice the size of Tony’s when they splay them out against one another. Tony curling inside Steve’s arms when they sleep and being entirely submerged in warmth. Forehead and nose kisses. Tony hitching piggyback rides off Steve when they have to walk through the rain and he’s wearing expensive shoes. Steve hugging Tony and enveloping him entirely. Tony feeling safer than anywhere else in the world when he’s one the receiving end of one of those hugs. 

Steve being Very Much Enamoured with his Tiny boyfriend and Tony being Completely And Utterly Smitten for his Gentle Giant.