#you get fluff

[ririchurl]

Once again, I'm constantly caught off guard by the sounds of coughing, laughing, and kissing as I continue writing my report.

[jexvex]

Hear me out: Ren turned Bigb into a werewolf but with consent. Hear me out^2: Ren not only did this, but did it with hesitation. They are such good soul mates and it would be a shame if BigB dislikes living the way he does. There is so many pros but there is cons too. He doesn't want BigB in pain. But BigB is determined to be the same as Ren, soulmates matching and he really wants to be able to understand Ren more. He wants to know and fully understand the pain his soulmate goes through and he wants to live it while being there for Ren. Both of them get to live out the best and worst of the werewolves curse.

[mutantbanner]

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"Schrodinger's Eggos." Robbie mutters, under his breath.

"You can pronounce 'Schrodinger,' but not 'precisely'?"

Robbie glares at him.

"Sorry. Sorry." 

[monsterlovinghours]

Heya! So glad asks are open again, this blog is fantastic! Can I have Beej and the reader going on a date to Disney World?? Just some mindless fluff lmao - thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS: DISNEY AND BEETLEJUICE

-He knows how much you’ve wanted to go, and when he asks, you always sort of sigh wistfully and lament about how you’ll never have enough money. He gets this gleam in his eye and asks, “Okay but if you could just show up at Disney World and not have to pay to get in, would you wanna go?” And when you answer yes, he grins and snaps his fingers.

-Holy shit. You’re at Disney World now.

-You look down, and you’re wearing an outfit of black and white stripes to match his, and he has swapped out his suit for a Hawaiian shirt patterned with snakes and bugs, and a pair of black and white shorts. He’s even wearing sandals with socks.

-He looks adorable, grinning like he just played the world’s best practical joke. You immediately take his hand and run deeper into the park. 

-It’s better than any experience you could have asked for. Whatever line you enter, you somehow magically end up at the front of it. When you want to buy something, all you have to do is reach into your pocket and the exact amount you need is always there. 

-Beetlejuice adores the Haunted Mansion. You’ve gone through probably six times. His second favorite is the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, and he actually ends up among the animatronics, inserting himself into their scenes. He definitely steals some prop gold and an eyepatch. 

-It’s fun to meet the princesses and snap selfies with them, but you and your bug are most excited to meet the villains. Gaston, the Evil Queen, Lady Tremaine, Ursula, Dr. Facilier, Cruella DeVille, you literally scour the park until you’ve found them all.

-Beej absolutely loses his shit when y’all find Loki. 

-You keep buying souvenirs, and when you get tired of carrying them, Beej vanishes them somewhere.

-As the sun sets at the electric parade rolls by, you wrap your arms around him and absolutely smother his slightly sunburned face in kisses. “Thank you so much,” you whisper, feeling like you’re about to burst from happiness. “This was amazing, thank you so much for doing this for me.”

-He melts into the affection, his arms winding around your waist as you whisper how much you love him.

-Now, y’all make it a yearly tradition. Maybe next time, you’ll even pay to get in.  

[joyfulsongbird]

Hannah Joy really be like: YOU GET A PROMPT FILLED! AND YOU GET A PROMPT FILL! EVERYBODY GETS A PROMPT FILL!!!🎉🎉🎉 can’t believe I am friendly with Oprah, it’s an honour ma’am 💕💕🌸

I make that reference way to often, good to know my faithful 🌸 anon does it too

I chose a super duper fluffy prompt to fill so better make an appointment with a dentist cause I’m bouta give yall some cavities.

[sanderssons]

To defeat a Dragon Witch

(( For whoever feels lost, this piece of fiction is the continuation of the events of my fancomic/fanfiction Sanders Sons, in which the Sanders Sides are Thomas’s children and it can be read from the start HERE))

((Trigger warning: Legal parenting procedures, mention of run-over, hospital environment))

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“Listen, guys, I know everyone wants to see Virgil, but the hospital staff said only two people can go up at a time. Since your dad is already up there, only one of you can go at a time”, Joan said, kneeling down in front of the three kids, sat on the chairs in the hospital’s reception. They knew the kids were exhausted from a whole day of interviews with the CPS, but had insisted on coming anyway. “So we have to take turns. Who’s first?”

The boys shared a look, none of them wanting to be the first one to speak.

“Okay...” Said Joan after some time of silence. “I know you all want to go, but everyone will get a turn. We just need to pick who goes first.”

“I think Patton should go”, Logan spoke, finally, looking at his brother. “You’re always the best with him.

“I was thinking the exact opposite. Virge must be super scared. If you give him the facts, he’ll believe it.” Patton said, looking astonished. “Or if you tell him some silly story, Ro. That might distract him”.

“I agree with Logan, Pat.” Roman let out with a sigh. “I don’t think he would want to see me. I was the one who used a nickname and made him run away”.

“Don’t say that. I’m sure he’s not mad.” Patton insisted, but his brothers seemed to have made their decisions as he looked into their eyes. He nodded. He really did want to see Virgil and make sure he was okay. He just didn’t want to cry and make everything worse if his brother was scared.

 Patton got his badge with his name and was taken by a nurse up the elevator and through the hall. By the time they reached the room, Patton had made friends with the nurse.  

“Here you are, Pat” she opened the door for him.

“Why, thanks, Susan! You’re a doll. Thanks for the ride! I’ll see you around!” He waved as she moved along. “Buh-bye!”

The boy turned around in his heels to find his dad looking at him like he was the only drop of water in miles of desert. Patton did his best to smile, although he suddenly felt shy.

He knew he had to do something right away. From the first glance, Virge seemed restless. Patton could see it in the way he kept moving on the hospital bed, trying to find a comfortable spot, how his fingers would grab the sheets and fiddle with it. And dad was a complete mess. Although he was trying to run his fingers through his hair to get it to look presentable, and the back of his hand through his face to hide that he had been crying, Patton was not dumb. He had to find a way to make things right. Or at least right enough for the others to come up and not be more sad.

“Hey guys. Have you met Susan? She’s super nice. She has two kids, but they’re all grown now”.

He came closer, opening his arms for his dad to pick him up. Thomas gave him a tired smile and sat him on his lap, where he was just high enough to be close to Virgil. Pat extended his hand to his tiny brother, that took hold of it, intertwining their fingers. Patton couldn’t help but feel a wave of excitement. It was really rare for Virgil to voluntarily touch them.

At the same time, he was terrified. He should be very scared to let something like that go.

“How are you holding up, buddy?”

Virgil didn’t look at him, just kept staring some point in front of him, kept moving to find a good spot.

“He’s not talking a lot, Pat. It’s just a lot for him, you know?”

Patton looked at his dad and nodded. Still, it didn’t feel for him like the other times when Virgil was overwhelmed. He wouldn’t have taken his hand it he couldn’t handle any stimuli. He just seemed... Bored. Patton looked at his brother’s cast.

“Look, your cast is my favorite color. It’s blue. We can draw on it with sharpies when we go home”. The comment didn’t seem to interest Virgil, but Pat didn’t let that stop him. “Me and the boys could sign it... Or we could all draw stars”.

Virgil finally moved his eyes, attracted by the word “stars”.

“That...” He said with a hoarse voice. “Would be nice.”

Pat felt a little warm spot around his chest. He was being helpful.

“I’m sorry you got hurt”.

“It’s okay”, Virgil shifted in the bed again, his eyes glued to his hands. “I deserve it”

“Don’t say that!”

“It’s true. I shouldn’t have ran away.” Virgil fidgeted with Patton’s fingers, utterly avoiding eye contact. “I only got hit because I was... Being weird. Again.”

“You know you can’t help it.”

“Everyone knows better than not to stay in the middle of the road”.

“Virge... I mean Virgil. Please, don’t be like that.” Patton tightened the grip on his brother’s hand. “We love you just the way you are. And we were very worried. But now you’re okay and you’re coming home with us soon”.

Virgil looked at Thomas, anxious about the word home.

“Am I? Going home soon?”

“In a couple of days, yeah”.

Patton’s attention moved to their dad. His voice sounded even worse than Virgil’s. And now that he was close enough, he could see dark circles just like the ones Virgil had around his eyes. They looked like father and son, alright. Straight out from a war movie.

Pat touched his face with his free hand.

“Dad, did you eat today?”

“Uh, yeah, a couple of hours ago”.

“How many hours?”

“I don’t know, Pat.”

“You should go get something in the cafeteria downstairs. I can stay with Virge. And you can send someone else up to stay with us”.

Thomas looked from Patton to Virgil and back to Patton. Pat felt a cold hand wander through his spine. He had never seen his dad so absolutely terrified of doing something so simple as leaving his children in a room for a couple of minutes.

“It’s fine, kiddo. I’m alright”.

“I mean it, dad. Joan said you’re gonna be here all night. Go get something. I got this. If I need help, I’ll call for Susan”.

His dad once more looked at Virgil, that hopefully seemed to be paying attention and nodded as a permission. Thomas nodded and got up, his joints cracking as he moved for the first time in hours. He messed with Patton’s hair, gave him a kiss in the forehead, touched Virgil’s healthy knee for a moment and left.

Virgil seemed a bit more nervous now that their dad was gone. Patton was about to go straight back to action, but the tiny one spoke first.

“Pat, I have a question”

“Shoot”

“I have a question, not a weapon”

“I meant ask your question”.

“Ah. Hm...” He looked at Patton for a couple of seconds, musing for words. “Have you ever... Remembered something that happened... But thought it couldn’t be like you remember because what you remember is impossible?”

“Uh... I’m not sure. Can you explain it better?”

Virgil looked at his blue cast suspended on a bunch of cords.

“I wasn’t standing on the middle of the road. I was sitting. That car would have hit my face, not my legs. It makes no sense”.

“Maybe you heard it and got up”.

“If I did hear it, it would only make me not move even more, not make me defend myself”

“Well... What then?”

Virgil once again took his time to answer.

“I remember moving. But not with my body. Does it make sense?”

“No. Not at all”.

The hurt child nodded.

“Yeah. I thought so.”

 Logan found his father struggling to get a sandwich from a vending machine. Logan himself had a dollar to get him and Roman a snack, but he was surprised to find Thomas there. He just stood awkwardly for a couple of seconds, waiting for his father to notice him, until he realized Thomas couldn’t get his bill into the machine because his hand wouldn’t stand still.

“Let me do it”, Logan said, extending his hand to get his bill. He put it in the machine in the first try and Thomas stood there for a while, looking at his empty hand and at the machine. “What number?”

Thomas cleared his throat before saying “six”.

Logan pressed the button. Thomas put his hand down, waiting. Logan acted to his pure instinct of taking his father’s hand.

“The interviews were okay today. I think this whole situation might be over soon”, he said, and he was being completely honest. He couldn’t see much reason for this case to extend much longer. “Plus... Virgil is going to be okay... Right?”

Thomas looked at his child and forced a smile. Logan could see he was putting a lot of effort into it. He couldn’t help but give him a concerned look. He knelt down to open the machine’s drawer and get his dad’s sandwich.

“You should come home with us. Joan could stay with Virge at night”.

Thomas shook his head, taking his sandwich and his change. Logan put his own bill in the machine and typed 23 for a milky way.

“You know I can’t. Virgil doesn’t even sleep well home, he probably won’t even blink all night”

Logan paused, getting his treat and looking up at his father.

“But you should. Not blink. Sleep”.

“I know, kid. I’ll try, I promise”, he messed with Logan’s hair and pulled him closer. Logan hugged him, feeling a strange weight in his chest. “I came down so one of you can go up. What do you think?”

“I suppose I can go. Roman is still a bit nervous about seeing Virgil.” The boy gave his father his Milky Way. “Give this to him, will you?”

“I will, don’t worry. Room 406, okay?”

“406”, he nodded.

 Patton and Virgil were playing “I spy” when Logan got inside. They used to play this all the time when in the car and Virgil would always win. Either because he would make the most ominous of descriptions, or because he would pop up with a joke no one expected and get everyone laughing. Logan saw Virgil’s joke in his face before he even said anything.

“I spy with my little eye... A black and blue piece of table wear”

“Like a fork? A knife... Hm... A salt shaker? Ah! It’s Lo!”

“Very funny”, Logan got closer to the bed, climbing on the side. He looked at the system of cords and weights holding Virgil’s leg for a couple of seconds, processing their functioning and then looked at his brother. “I’m glad you’re already making jokes”.

Virgil shrugged, looking down at his hands.

“Does your leg hurt?”

Virgil repeated the gesture. Logan took it as a yes.

“I’m sorry”

The room was silent for a bit, until Patton broke the tension.

“Dad says he can get out soon”, said the boy, wanting to give hope to his little brother that they could come back home soon. “What do you say?”

“I read that it takes at least five days with big things like your legs and arms. It’s a while, but I trust that it will go fast. We can bring your things tomorrow, Virgil. Do you want anything?”

Virgil seemed to not have listened. But then he moved his mouth around for a little bit, obviously thinking about the question. He cleared his throat briefly before saying:

“I want Virgil. You know, my bat? And my fidget cube. And my star atlas. That one with lots of pictures we got at the museum. And my blankie. And Ted”

“I’m pretty sure that Ted won’t be allowed” Virgil nodded, but didn’t seem happy about it. “I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can smuggle him in”.

Logan saw the hint of a smile in the corner of Virgil’s mouth as he thought of his brothers working together to smuggle a turtle to the inside of a hospital.

 After a while, Patton and Logan came down. Roman a cold pit in his stomach - and he knew it wasn’t hunger because he had eaten that whole milky way bar just a couple of minutes ago. Thomas had been talking to Joan in a low voice for this time, gently caressing Roman’s hair. He looked at his children and gave them a soft smile.

“Is it our turn?”

“Yeah. Susan said visiting hours are almost over. You should probably hurry, Roman”

Roman took a bit to realize Patton was talking to him and nodded a bit disproportionately. Thomas looked at him.

“Is everything okay, Ro?”

“Hum... Maybe... Maybe we should just go home. Everyone is tired. Virge must be tired too”

“Don’t you want to see your brother?”

“I do. Of course I do. I really do”

“He’s scared Virgil hates him”, Logan told, without a hint of regret in his eyes. Roman squinted at him, making it obvious that they would talk about this how gentleman talk about the conquering of their lands: in personal combat to the fought in the couch or in dad’s bed (because it’s big and comfy enough not to hurt if they fell).

“Why would he hate you?”

“I called him by his nickname even though I knew he was overwhelmed. It was an accident, I know, but I feel like it’s all my fault”

“It’s not. Princey, it’s really not”

“Plus,” Added Patton with a smile as fake as their father’s. “Virgil didn’t say anything about you. I bet he doesn’t even remember what you said to him”

Roman nodded, seeing that he was outnumbered. Still, he the same voice kept repeating itself inside his head: But I remember.

 “He still isn’t talking much, okay?”, Thomas said, hoping to make it better for Roman. Holding his kid’s hand, he could see his nervousness showing through the way he would stare directly into the ground. “Don’t worry so much, baby. It’s only a couple of minutes until visiting time is over. You lived with Virgil your whole lives. I’m pretty sure you’ll manage”.

Roman nodded again, uncharacteristically quiet. Thomas opened the room’s door for them and they went inside. Patton and Logan had managed to turn the TV on. Virgil had his eyes in a very low quality old cartoon that was hard to see through the old TV. Roman wondered if he ought to say anything. Finally, he decided to be brave just for a little longer that night.

“Hey, Virgil”, he said, fiddling with the jacket over his prince suit. It was rather chilly outside and he had been so nervous it still hadn’t occurred to him to take it off. Virgil moved his eyes from the TV, indicating that he was listening. “I came to wish you good night. But I have to go soon”.

Assuming he was done, Virgil turned back to the TV. Roman look at his papa, just waiting for his permission to go. Thomas touched his hair, smiled for a second and went to sit in the chair next to Virgil’s bed. The little prince asked himself if it was okay if he left, but something still didn’t seem right. He was the creative one, he always had been. It was time to get creative.

“Hm... Before I go. I have something for you”. At first he thought he didn’t have Virgil attention, but surprisingly his brother turned his head to listen. He looked to their dad, as if to make sure he was still there, and then to Roman. Roman took a breath and took a step. “Here”.

Roman took out of his pocket something he had been keeping since they had left the CPS facility. He had found it in the driveway, while Joan was speaking to the grown ups and Logan was trying to calm Patton down. It was a simple gray rock, but it was so round it had caught Roman’s eye. He was always picking up things from the ground, things he could use as props or as decoration. He just had to believe they had the potential.

“Is it... A... Rock?”, Virgil asked, as if he didn’t like the taste of his own words. Roman almost let out a shriek of excitement to hear his voice and not a tone of hurt in it. Just pure curiosity.

“It’s a special rock. To protect your dreams from the Dragon Witch”.

Virgil analyzed the rock, turning it in his hands and rubbing his fingers on it. Thomas looked sideways to Roman and he knew he was wondering what he was doing.

“Is it... Fear proof?”, Virgil asked.

“What’s that?”

“Because you said Dragon Witches feed on fear. Does this mask my fear from them?”

Roman was chocked that Virgil was actually listening when he talked about the Dragon Witch all of those times. He was just used to everyone ignoring his fantasies.

“It’s better than that. It’s a memory amulet”

“A memory amulet?”

“That’s right. It... It brings happy memories back. So even if you feel fear... You have something good that sends it away”, Roman was making that up as he went, but now he caught himself wanting to have such an amulet for himself.

“How does it work?”

“Like this”, Roman touched it with the tip of his pointing finger. “Wow, remember that time Logan bet he could learn how to lick his nose and then to help Patton spread Crofters in between his nostrils”

Virgil smiled.

“And Thomas saw it and thought it was blood and started freaking out because Patton had a butter knife in his hands”, Virgil giggled sweetly. “I like this amulet.”

Roman smiled. And by the time the nurse came to let them know visiting hours were over, he thought he was the coolest prince to ever set foot on earth.

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Morgan holds out her arm for Robbie to see, and a large white and beige rat comes crawling down it, teetering on her tiny arm as if it were a rope. It leans forward, sniffing at him curiously, beady eyes looking up at him. 

He instantly squeals as its whiskers brush his hand. "Aaaaaah!" He scoots away, eyeing the animal nervously. "That tickles! I don't like its tail! Gross!"

[aserene]

oohhh 🌈, 🏷️and/or ⚠️ :))

I am assuming you wanted FTWS, so... apologies. I will happily give you House of Dragon or others too. Just feel free to ask again.

...These may or may not be from the same WIP.... just fair warning.

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“That fucking bitch.” 

“Bloom!” Farah’s warning had the fire fairy coughing into a laugh. 

“Headmistress, I was hoping to pick up with Bloom and review what she missed.” 

“Bloom will be meeting with Headmaster Silva tomorrow morning to review what she missed. She’s had enough for today,” Farah replied.  

“I see, I wasn’t aware she needed kid gloves.” 

“It is the same course of action I would insist upon for any fairy put in limiters during training,” Farah informed frostily. And if you take one more step closer to her, I will put you on the ground again. Bloom snickered loudly drawing the attention of both adults. Bloom quickly turned it into a cough. “If you’d like to review her lessons, take it up with the Headmaster, Bloom come.”  Farah waved her hand to open her office door only for Saul to appear in the doorway. 

“Well I suppose dinner out is off.” Farah glared at him. 

“Silva, perhaps you would like for me to handle Bloom’s review now?” Selena inquired. 

“Is she an idiot?” Farah heard Bloom mutter. Generally, I would scold her for that, but she’s not wrong. Bloom coughed again, collapsing into Farah’s side and Farah could feel her shaking with silent laughter. Farah noticed the attention they were catching and quickly directed Bloom into the office past Saul. 

“Bloom has had enough today,” Farah told him. 

“Of course,” Saul agreed. “And clearly the two of you are discussing something hilarious.”  Farah turned back to glare at him only to find him talking to Selena. 

“I apologize Headmaster, I just wouldn’t want the changeling to fall behind again,” Selena said. 

“I will not cut this woman’s head off. Fuck it, I’ll give her midnight patrol for the month. Yeah, that will be good.” Farah heard Saul say before he continued. “Selena, I’ll handle her review tomorrow, as a reminder unless the fairy inquires they are not to be put in limiters. Now, as I have to be up early tomorrow, you can take the third years for midnight patrol with Andor,” Saul ordered. “Yeah, Cassian will keep her in line, and she’s terrified of Jyn so she’ll probably leave him alone.” 

Saul entered the office to find Bloom laughing again cuddled on the couch with Farah. The two fairies seemed to be having a silent discussion and Saul was glad that Bloom felt comfortable letting Farah in. Though he was also a little annoyed with the fire fairy as he hadn’t had a minute alone with his fairy all day. 

“That’s my spot, Zippo.” 

“Rude!” Bloom huffed.