"Alright… my stomach is empty, it seems no fluids or food will stay down either…" The Tsar attempted to return to his work, only to have his vision start to fail him, eyes having issues focusing as he rubbed his temples, determined to get his paperwork done.
A little elf’s bell gave a small jingle as his head popped over the edge of the desk peering at the man. “Surprise! I has come fo - whoaaah juu dun lookies too goods thar Mani Moons. Juu lookies likes juu needs a nap!” he said, climbing on top of the desk an situating himself there.
Sandy breaks his silence only to sing lullabies…
(( I squealed out loud when I read this… and then some drawing followed. I’m also most certain that he has so many different colored pajamas, but naturally I see him wearing green.
DEM EAR WARMERS THO))
"Didn’t they tell you, Jack? It’s great being a Guardian, but there’s a catch. If enough kids stop believing, everything your friends protect- wonder, hopes, and dreams- it all goes away. And, little by little, so do they."
I am a thousand winds that blow…
smack that ass from 8 feet away
“Ow, stop! I said- stop it! You miserable little- ow! I’m the King of All- ouch, would you stop that?!”
“You!” Thwack! ”Are!” Thwack! ”A big!” Thwack! ”Giant!” Thwack! “Jerk! Stay away from Jack!”
Please… Please oh please, read The King of Cold Mountain. This fanfiction gives me such a wonderful rollercoaster ride of feelings, from utter despair to a ridiculous amount of joy… all within the span of mere sentences! The latest installment had me flip-flopping around my emotions more than ever, and when I had thought the writer might opt for a tragic ending, guess who pulled through? I had to illustrate the scene that saved my feelings from being crushed.
Tis the season for ugly sweaters
and smooching! *wiggles eyebrows*
“… and he could feel the moment he knew, as raw and vivid as it had happened; the tickle of Sanderson’s breath against his chin, the wonder in those amber eyes as they’d stared at him, the bright freckles dappling his skin like star clusters, how he’d mapped them with his eyes, until they landed on his lips, and he’d wondered how soft they’d be, what’d he taste like. Then Sanderson had smiled at him, tender an adoring, and a single clear thought had been his undoing.
‘I want to wake up to that smile for the rest of my life.’”
I absolutely adore this fic, the writer is quite brilliant and it is just phenomenal, despite(or perhaps because of) how often I sob when reading it. This is just another tribute to those who inspire me. I urge you to spend some time reading it. It is time very well spent.