#x. meme response

[walkingshcdow-a]

“ i don't know what i would have done if you weren't here. “ (frankenhoop)

"Oh, you know," Victor said, setting her back onto her feet. "Climbed on the ladder anyway, full of hubris, broken your wrist when you inevitably fell, and still ended up having to call me from the ER. Really, it works out for the better I was here the day you decided to change lightbulbs."

A pause.

"You know, if we moved in together, we could change lightbulbs together once every six months. Get a house instead of a flat so we have more room for the cats. Let our friends and family interrogate us about the future. Run much less a risk of ending up in the ER. Just a thought."

One he had been dying to working into conversation for three months, but, there really was no time like the present.

[inthegroundontime]

Christmas star thing

It’s the holiday season… | Not accepting!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?: RUDYARD. He refuses help and insists he’s been doing this for years.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?: Victor, after not having eaten for two days. Self-care, buddy. 

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Victor, tugging Rudyard onto the couch mostly for snuggles. Rudyard complains about the plot the whole time. 

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?: I feel like this is more a Victor move, but it’s probably something more Church-y. Could be Buble tough. Either way, he’s trying for the fifth Christmas in a  row to teach Rudyard the basics of waltzing and they’re teasing and fussing at each other in the kitchen.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping: Victor gets Rudyard’s presents wrapped in the last place Rudyard will look: Chapman’s.

who insists on making snow angels? I feel like this is an automatic response to falling down in the snow, which happens an alarming amount. Both of them.

who put christmas outfits on all the pets?: RUDYARD and they aren’t “pets”. It’s Madeline and she looks excellent in her Christmas jumper, thank you very much. 

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? A bit of both, since they live with Antigone (and the kids) if applicable and even though they’re staying home, they have family around and it’s not exactly quiet.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?: RUDYARD. Victor goes with it gamely. 

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? If the present isn’t family-friendly... ahem. But otherwise, they’ll open presents with everyone else.

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year?: I feel like VIctor says something about it and Rudyard turns it into a weird competition. 

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?: Victor puts it up ONE place and overnight, it multiplies. He thinks Rudyard is being competitive and is like “You don’t have to go to such lenghts to get me to kiss you, darling” and Rudyard is like, “I didn’t!” and no one believes him. Georgie thinks her prank is hilarious.

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm?: Victor. Rudyard doesn’t drink and I keep imagining the “You were flirting with Rudyard.” “So? He’s my husband.” “You asked if he was single. And cried when he said no.”

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?: RUDYARD “Now, look here. Santa Claus isn’t real-” “-ly happy that you interrupted the Woolfolk funeral. Let’s behave better if we want presents this year.” Goddammit, Rudyard. What would you do without your husband?

[lightshand]

🎉

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

*+:｡.｡ Anduin had met Lucille a couple of times before during his time in Kultiras. It was briefly put, but he knew who she was. As the king, hoping to bring in a new people into his care, he wanted to get to know everyone the best that he could, and she was no different.

What he had not anticipated, however, was just how close she’d gotten to him during the New Year celebration in Ironforge. He’d invited them all there, of course. It was incredibly important to be inclusive of everyone, and he made it a point himself to show up. He couldn’t be sure if it was just the moment of the new year, the fact that he was, in fact, quite alone for the celebration, or if she’d had a touch of alcohol but if he had to make a guess, he would bargain on the third option.

Her lips were soft against his, and his eyes had immediately gone wide. He was unsure how to respond. Pushing her away would have been rude, and it was a time for new things, of course. But he did have a kingdom that looked up to him, that he had to think about in the forefront of his mind at all times. He responded to the kiss for a moment—he was young, and lonely, and it really couldn’t be helped—before he pulled back from her.“Miss Waycrest, I—Um. I’m very flattered that you, er…thank you.”

Not quite what he’d intended to get across, but it worked all the same. ｡.｡:+

[gellintalah]

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

Hurt meme | @elendeare

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ “I mean,” The rogue grit out, tugging on the blood soaked bandage wrapped around her arm with her teeth. “I’m fine. This isn’t the first, nor the last wound I’ve gotten. As for poison, you build up a tolerance. I’ll be sure to show you my other scars once we’re not being hunted.”

[walkingshcdow-a]

😍 (ok but tell me some stella/stolas hcs pls)

((Yo, @raichoose, I'm summoning you again!))

Stolas and Stella love going out for their dates and getting creative with the activities. It starts out very rooted in their own, "safe" interests: stargazing with picnics, fancy gourmet restaurants, occasionally dancingat respectable clubs. But then they start getting creative: axe throwing, labyrinth gardens to chase each other through and make out in, competitive arcade games and laser tag with tempting prizes for the winner, Lust Ring venues for "inspiration", drinking fine wine in Gluttony, theme parks without carting their moody daughter around (there are family dates for that). If it ends in laughter and kissing and preening, it was a good date.

Stolas makes special salves for Stella's hands and feet so they don't crack or dry out. Her claws are immensely impressive, but he wants her to take care of herself (or let him take care of her). He also makes her perfumes - a new, exclusive one for each birthday.

Stella thinks the Hell-a-Novelas Stolas enjoys are a little lame, given that Hell is already full of juicy gossip that's their business to know, but sometimes, when she can't sleep and he's not working, she'll curl into his side and watch with him, making snarky commentary that makes him laugh a prolonged, hooting laugh. She's got a beautiful, dry humor.

Stolas has a man-eating plant named Stella Two. He talks to it and pets it and favors it. He introduces the two Stellas to each other and suddenly Stella takes an interest in helping him feed the plants some days.

When Stella is away on business - or vice versa - Stolas makes sure to have one of her bathrobes handy so he can wear it and inhale her scent and imagine her arms are wrapped around him when he sleeps.

[walkingshcdow-a]

😍 S T E L L A S ;0;

Domestic HCs

Stolas and Stella are fond of discreet, gentle touching - preening, hand holding, pressing their feet together under tables - even in public. Stolas wants to be even more affectionate, often veering into lewd territory, but he's just so content to have her near. He prefers when she preens him because he thinks she's more thorough, but he especially loves preening her until her feathers gleam such a pure white, she surely doesn't look like a fallen angel. They hold themselves and each other to high beauty standards, but mostly it's about care and touch and intimacy. Stolas definitely cried the first time Stella let him preen her after everything.

Stolas grows special, pink flowers for Stella in a greenhouse on their property. Even when things between them were bad, he maintained the greenhouse and as they healed their relationship, gifted her with bouquets and perfumes that were exponentially more beautiful than those he'd given her before.

At some point they take up scrapbooking, wanting to give Via back the good memories their family once made together. They quietly, painfully notice their own distance in old family albums, but joyously notice, too, their smiles returning. They take more pictures now than when Octavia was younger. When Octavia is ready to leave the nest, they gift it to her.

They dance together - in the kitchen, at parties, in their bedroom(s) - and they dance well. Stolas has a particular love for waltzing with Stella - the closeness! The romance! The intimacy! - while Stella prefers a tango - the drama! The display of strength! The violence and passion! Secretly, though, their favorite dances are done in the privacy of their home - ornate, ritualistic dances that would be considered lewd in polite society. Especially when Stolas dances for Stella. (nsfw: 1 2 3). They put other couples to shame at parties.

Stella and Stolas get involved with the other's specialties - Stella gets Stolas to spar with her; Stolas gets Stella to join him in the garden; Stella tests her cooking out on Stolas; Stolas teaches Stella a few spells. Sometimes, they pursue independent interests, side by side, in the quiet of the Goetias' library.

Stolas made a constellation of his wife in the night sky for their thousandth anniversary.

Stolas enjoys watching Stella eviscerate people - literally and figuratively - but he honestly loves watching how his fearsome warrior of wife can be so gentle with children. He doesn't realize that's something she, in turn, admires about him. They once wanted a larger family and perhaps, in time, will want to expand their brood once more, with Octavia's blessing.

Stella's sweet tooth inspires Stolas to try to learn to bake. He is not good at it. He can follow a recipe but if he's not using magic, the desserts fall flat. Needless to say, he infuses any baked goods he makes with so much magic, not only to help taste but to improve Stella's day - a minor, angelic blessing that he shouldn't still be practicing in Hell, but, what can he say? He's never been one to follow all the rules.

[walkingshcdow-a]

[ OPEN ] "potentially romantic" my ass this is from OCTAVIA lets have some FAMILIAL ANGST

Meme Link | Possibly Accepting

[OPEN ] : sender is openly emotionally vulnerable in front of the receiver, trusting them with this moment of vulnerability.

She is not his Octavia, not exactly. She's older, somehow, aged by circumstance, rather than time. She wears grief's shroud like a princess' royal cape and her royal cape like a burden she musters the strength to carry though she shouldn't have to.

Here is what he knows: her life has not been a happy one. Perhaps it was, once, long ago. Once upon a time, as fairy tales say. Now, she is a princess, trapped by her title and shackled by her responsibility and no prince in his right mind will come and save her. Not when her father, the infidel, fell gracelessly and Hell's Courts, in any world, are prone to gossip and judgement. She loved that father, for all his faults, deeply and even though he promised her she would be okay when he was gone, she is anything but.

But is Stolas really gone?

After all, they are here, in his moonlit gardens, walking towards the gazebo. He listens mostly, asks a few, quiet questions, and he grieves with her. He doesn't know who to be angrier with: her father, her mother, or whoever pulled the trigger in the end. They all failed her and left his precious starfire alone.

His. She is not his but she is. They all are. Every Octavia he meets is his daughter and he loves them all like stars in a complex constellation. He casts but one glance back at Via's bedroom window and his heart squeezes in his chest.

They reach the gazebo and now firmly away from the palace, obscured by topiaries and large, fruiting trees, he pulls Octavia into his arms and he holds her close and tight. He holds her as long as she allows.

"Thank you for trusting me with your pain," he says very quietly. "He would have been proud of you... I'm proud of you. The crown and the Grimoire are heavy burdens, and you carry them well, but you needn't carry them alone. If you ever need an ear or a shoulder or any piece of me, you are always welcome."

[walkingshcdow-a]

△ (Finnegan) If you have to eliminate your top 5 people who know too much about you who would it be?

Invasive Questions | Accepting!

How much my muse doesn't want to answer the question: 8

"Edith, Liesel, Frankenstein, my publicist, and Stefan." He's very good at holding most people at arm's length, so he's surprised he's reached five so quickly. He can think of a few others still he would like to eliminate for knowing him too well, but they aren't his top five. He grimaces like he would have rather given over a few of his teeth than answer. He shakes his head. "I'm very glad this is hypothetical."