How Have I Not Seen This Before?! It’s Awesome

Super adorable! I just love them as a couple they’re perfect for each other. This was really cool. Thanks.

Hey, can you do Irene and Kai for the ship ask thing? Thanks

Irene wakes up first but it's because she's a restless sleeper and she goes back to sleep pretty soon after. Kai still there and breathing? Good. Back to bed.

Irene but she usually don't mean to, it just happens.

Irene teases Kai for being a snob, Kai teases Irene for her taste in literature (he approves, it just makes her flush whe he mentions Sherlock Holmes around her and Vale)

Kai makes Irene tea, gives her a snack, kisses her forehead and leaves her alone to read. Maybe also wraps a blanket around her. Irene makes Kai comfort food, probably goes down tto China Town so that she can get proper ingredients and they cook it together, but she surprises him with all the stuff to do it and probably preps all of the ingredients, he's a better cook than she is so she let's him take over after that.

I don't think either of them are the kind to say sorry, or really the kind to have petty arguments. Either they are arguing for a good reason, and it's more of a debate with a clear winner and loser, and the loser gradually concedes defeat and admits that they were wrong or its just 'I told you to replace the milk when you finish it.'

'Yeah well I told you not to run the hot tap whilst I was in the shower!' not real arguments just good hearted bickering.

Kai 100% but he will deny it until he's blue (haha) in the face

Splashing through the puddles, kissing underneath an umbrella or awning, and snuggling up to watch the rain out of the windows with big mugs of tea and a plate of cookies

Dumb question. Books. Books. And more books. Kai buys Irene cooking books when he wants to poke fun at her style of pasta or cheese on toast, Irene has bought Kai picture books on more than one occasion because it has a dragon in it

I don't think either of them are big on PDA, so it's just hand holding, kisses on the cheek or forehead. I think I'd have to say Irene napping with her head on Kai's thigh after they have had a picnic by the serpentine on a rare sunny day in Vale's London. That or them linking pinkie fingers whilst working next to or opposite each other.

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🌈🌈 some ancient lesbian ladies (lesbian, as from the island of lesbos. also lesbian as in gay)

I don’t but my mum does! So much so that sometimes I just find myself just randomly singing the theme tune.

My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious

Ooh this is cool! And for sure counts as evil, you’re on the way up in the villain stakes, at the moment I think you’re a local nuisance villain but you’re stepping it up.

Kissing prompt #2 with Silver x Kai because it's Sunday

“Can I kiss you?” Kai tried to not snort too derisively. “Have you never been curious about kissing a Fae? How… narrowminded? I thought that you would be more adventurous than that. Keep it in the species? Oh, that would make miss Winters is the exception.” Kai turned to snap at him but stopped short, lips parted to bitterly spit out some pithy remark, but it died on his tongue.

Kai had some protection against Fae, due to his inherent nature as a dragon, and a noble born one at that, glamours could be cut through, a warm knife through butter. Most of the time. Sometimes he was caught off guard and he found himself swept up in the flow of a narrative, and even though he knew that it was all a story, he couldn’t get himself out of the current he was drowning within.

He was beginning to see why Irene was always so tense around Silver.

She was steeling herself against the man’s powers.

Something Kai was beginning to wish he knew how to do.

“Has the cat got your tongue?” Silver asked, he smirked and tilted his head ever so slightly, lavender hair catching the light and seemed to be threaded with gossamer. He slowly blinked his golden eyes, the pupils were wider than normal, something only usually seen in Silver at the end of a very long party with plenty of liquor, or when he chose to turn his eyes to a new prey.

“Shut up.” Kai forced out between gritted teeth, the small voice at the back of his head, that he wished he could gag, wished that Silver keep talking with that low, stroking, purring voice, in tones not unlike music.

Silver pouted. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips and Kai swallowed thickly, the tension in his spine intensified and it was hard to not move toward Silver and take him in his arms and kiss him and-

Kai screwed his eyes shut and took a shaky breath, trying to breath deeply, but his lungs failed him.

“Did I touch a nerve, my dear prince?”

“I said shut up.” Kai opened his eyes again and managed a small reprieve when Silver took a slight step back, mildly alarmed by the red glow that Kai’s eyes had taken on. “You are a disgusting creature. I can tolerate working with the Fae, I can accept that we need to find a way to live in harmony, but I will never tolerate the way that you try to use people like they are nothing but your playthings.”

“They enjoy being my playthings. Believe me, I ensure that each and every one of them enjoys it.” He paused, and then. “I’d make sure that you enjoyed every moment that you would spend in my bed. We don’t even have to use the bed, if you prefer.” Kai would have hit him, he wanted to know what that flawless skin felt like under his…

No. He refused to allow himself to be drawn in by this creature.

He swallowed again and the red faded out of his eyes, like dying embers.

“So, can I?” Silver asked, taking another step forward.

“Can you what?” Kai sneered.

“Can I kiss you? I have never kissed a dragon before.”

“I will not be a notch in your bed post.”

“Oh, dear prince, we could be so much more than that.”

Does this continue to add to me being evil? First I start killing off everyone, and now I wont let anyone get a kiss.

Vale being fabulous as usual.

Kai: [shining a flashlight under the bed]

Kai: Vale, are you ready to come out and interact with people yet?

Vale: [demonic screeching]

Kai: Understandable. Have a good day

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

Irene doesn’t know how good she’s got it, that sounds epic!

Irene: Guns can kill. Knives can kill. [Holds up Kai] Even pets, launched at a great speed, could kill

Vale: nO-

Kai being a mood once more!

Kai: Ew, who would want that as their last meal?

Kai: Personally, my last meal [pulls out a handful of pancakes from her pocket] would be pancakes!

Irene: You just.... keep that in your pocket?

Kai: We face death every day. This time I’m gonna go out on my own terms.

I am a real sucker for fluff, adorable ness all around! But some angst is good too sometimes.

Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.

"It's so cold."

"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.

He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.

"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."

"No whiskey?"

"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.

"It was a nice night."

"It still is."

"Its raining."

"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."

"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"

"I'm not the cuddling kind."

"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.

Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.

And no one died!

Damn, girl you talented

“A fox’s teeth are very sharp.” (2013-2019) Silk filament on silk-hemp blend with hand-dyed silk chiffon scarf.  Text is Sandman: The Dream Hunters by @neil-gaiman, design inspired by illustrations of Yoshitaka Amano.  Dress by L.L.K.  Photo credit to Kenneth Williams.

Six years ago, my unbelievably talented wife decided to undertake a ridiculously long and complicated project: to embroider a story onto a dress.

We live in a very casual college town where no one ever dresses up for anything, so we began a tradition of throwing formal New Year’s Eve parties, and L being L, she made a dress every year. In 2013, she decided to take it a step further: she would create a dress inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Sandman: The Dream Hunters and then embroider the entire story onto the dress. The dress itself was the work of a few weeks and looked beautiful on her at the party, and then the real work began: planning, mapping, embroidering and embroidering and embroidering. She estimated it would take approximately ten years of doing needlework an hour or two each evening, leaving plenty of time to take nights or even months off. She finished in under six.

I can’t summon words to describe how proud of her I am right now. I mean, I am always proud of her, as she is an exceptionally kind and caring human being as well as a polymath (seamstress, carpenter, baker, programmer, naturalist, and tenured professor of biology), but she has created a true work of art and I hope it ends up in a museum somewhere to immortalize her talent, skill, and patience.

She’s currently trying to figure out her next project.