NO LIKE IMAGINE SPENDING TIME WITH HER IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE WHERE SHES OKAY, WHERE YOURE BOTH OKAY THEN

Randomly remembered that long ago I had this idea of redrawing the most iconic Howl’s Moving Castle shot with them

Idk if this is a hot take but I always disliked the whole "Ekko loved Powder not Jinx" as if they aren't the same people, like I get the sentiment but at the end of the day Jinx is Powder and Powder is Jinx. For Ekko to love Powder he would also be loving Jinx and for Powder to love Ekko, Jinx would also love Ekko. Regardless of how hard people in her life including herself try to deny it, Jinx is Powder at least in my opinion IG😭

I love how people who hate the idea of Gwen and Miles being together cuz they're interracial "couple" always forget that Miles is a child of interracial couple

I know that the animation studio wanted to desexualize the female characters in Arcane as much as possible which as a radical feminist I can appreciate. But as a Sevika fan, taking away the chest tattoo boob window crop top combo is actually really fucking unfair to women

Fake ass idgafer I SAW YOU YEARNING!

"Jinx doesn't love Ekko" My ass. My babygirl is a self deprecating certified yearner who thinks if she'll jinx Ekko like she did her family if she let's him close.

Inspired by @witchlingcirce

Jinx: *gasps horrified and rips her wanted poster off a wall* Oh no….nononono, this is bad. This is very very bad. This is REALLY bad!

Jinx: They just can’t get my eyes right!

Sevika: Who cares?

Jinx: Well that’s easy for you to say! *gestures to Sevika’s wanted poster* You look amazing!

You know that one ship that has the grumpy, pessimistic, traumatized and addictive person who wears 24/7 monotonous colours and then there's the other one who is a walking rainbow, always smiling, optimistic, but also traumatized?

I'll go first

Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket from Hunger Games

the MV was so sad but it soothed my soul. Like, now I UNDERSTAND how Jinx feels about Ekko, I'm not speculating anymore. He's her peace. She is scared to let herself love him how she wants, but he will be patient, he will wait for her and that's what she needs. And he won't let himself or her die because of that love, and he has proved that, and that makes Jinx feel safer.

Waking up beside you

So I was thinking about this small one-shot with Suren and Oak for some time because there is very little writing we have about them and I wanted to contribute both to the fandom and to the ship itself. Even though I love Cardan and Jude (read my works about them) I loved the dynamics of Oak and Suren and I want to read about them so guys please write about them. Also I’m writing a smut about them 😉

You already know my English is not the best, but I try. 

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. But it wasn’t this that made the prince wake, in fact for him it was hard to fall asleep alongside the beautiful queen of winter, so he spent almost the time looking at her features, her cheeks that were flustered because of their previous actions. 

A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, she looked almost ethereal, even here, in the mundanity of an apartment in the human world. 

He trailed his fingers along her exposed back, not to wake her but simply because he couldn’t help himself, but his thin rings cold against her hot skin, making her stir in her sleep and wake. 

A soft hum escaped her lips as she blinked sleepily up at him “Morning.” 

“Morning,” he echoed, his grin deepening. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know

When she rolled her body to face him, he had a wild smile on his face “What?” Wren’s flustered face and furrowed brow made him grin even wider.

“Nothing, just admiring you,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on her skin, making her sigh. “My fallen queen.”

She scoffed lightly, shifting under the sheets. “You’re always so poetic.”

“Am I?” Oak propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a lazy smirk. “You should be grateful. Not everyone gets to wake up to such flattery.”

Wren rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Lucky me.”

Oak trailed his fingers along her arm absentmindedly. “What were you dreaming about? You had this little frown.”

She hesitated for a moment. “I think it had something to do with… oh, you’re going to laugh.”

“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “But tell me anyway.”

She sighed defeated but joyful as she remembered “Fine. I dreamt that you turned into a fox.”

Oak blinked. Then burst into laughter. “A fox? Was I at least a beautiful one?”

Wren smirked, poking his chest. “Oh, you were very fluffy and… clever. Too clever. You kept charming people left and right, leading them in circles, making them do your bidding with just a glance.”

Oak grinned, pleased. “Sounds about right.”

She playfully shoved him, and he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Would you have kept me?” he asked.

Wren pretended to consider. “I don’t know… You were particularly mischievous. Always stealing things, vanishing when I needed you, only to reappear smugly.”

“I’d make an excellent fox,” he mused. “A regal one. Like a prince of foxes.”

“Oh, sure,” she teased. “Prince of stolen trinkets and smug grins.”

“Exactly.” He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

She hummed against his lips before pulling back. “Debatable.”

Oak lowered his head and started kissing her shoulder making her groan but didn’t pull away, and he took that as encouragement, continuing his slow assault of lazy kisses along her arm. 

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other, until the quiet of the apartment broke with the sound of jingling keys and the front door opening. The distinct noises of voices filled the space. 

Wren bolted upright. “Someone’s here.”

Oak could hear the laughter of Vivi and Heather, the sound of Taryn scolding Leander, who was laughing hysterically, and Jude snapping at Cardan for some insufferable joke he must have made.

The prince, still stretched out and very much unclothed, barely spared a glance toward the door. “Mm. Probably just Vivi.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she hissed, already scrambling to find her scattered clothes. “We’re naked, Oak.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, amusement clear in his gaze. “Are we? I hadn’t noticed.”

She shot him a glare, tugging an oversized hoodie over her head. Oak, however, remained unfazed, watching her struggle with lazy amusement.

Just as she was about to yank on her jeans, he caught her wrist and pulled her toward him.

“What are you doing?” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, my sweet fairy.” Oak placed more kisses on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, making her falter.

She groaned but didn’t pull away, surrendering to his touch for just a moment before snapping out of it. “Oak, seriously, we need to get dressed.”

After a long session of stolen kisses, they finally got dressed and made their way into the living room. As expected, they weren’t alone anymore. Jude, Madoc, and Leander stood in the center of the room, shopping bags in hand. Leander was proudly holding up a new board game while Madoc and Jude bickered over something trivial. It was an oddly domestic scene.

Jude turned first, her sharp gaze flickering between Wren’s rumpled hoodie and Oak’s infuriatingly smug expression. A slow smirk spread across her lips.

“Did we interrupt something?” she asked, her tone far too amused.

Wren turned red. “No.”

Oak, however, slung an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe.”

Vivi, looking genuinely surprised, stepped forward and hugged Oak. “Finally awake you two” Her gaze shifted to Wren, friendlier than Jude’s scrutinizing stare.

“Well, that must have been quite a night?” Cardan questioned, receiving a displeased look from his wife. “And so silent.”

Oak just grinned at the implications of his uncle’s words and looked at Wren, who was visibly nervous, but as soon as his hand found hers, she seemed to relax. He led her toward the sofa, settling beside Leander and gesturing toward the board game.

“So, what did you buy at the mall?” he asked, effortlessly shifting the conversation.

Leander beamed. “Something amazing. And I’m going to destroy you all.”

Oak smirked, exchanging a glance with Wren. She was still flustered, but he could see the beginnings of a smile at the corner of her lips.

“Well then,” he said, dropping onto the couch, “let the games begin.”

Sam: "What's with the girls and make up? Like, seriously, they are so fake! How insecure about boys they must be to use it!?"

Jazz: "Aren't you wearing mascara, lipstick and eyeliner?"

Sam: "..."

Sam: "I don't know what you are talking about. It's my natural look!"