The Duck Pond

My little nook of insanity

amissapanda:

WHAT IF every time Fakir tried to insult/say a bad word, it was replaced by something RIDICULOUSLY CUTE/SWEET/CORNY?

trixystix:

i’ll look around for fic! as for prompts, hmm. the main four on a double date?

Thanks for the prompt!  :D Hope this is okay.

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"… Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

Prince Siegfried cleared his throat, reaching up to hide the tiny smirk on his lips.  ”Like what, Fakir?  I don’t know what you mean.”

"You know what I mean."  And it never ceased to throw Fakir off-balance with how utterly observant Myth—Prince Siegfried turned out to be.  And the prince’s penchant for subtly rubbing it in.  Dammit, was this entire outing going to be like this?

The two men were quite a sight to behold, though—both handsome in different ways, casually waiting by the swan-drawn carriage for their ladies, standing dignified and poised in a way only polished dancers could, one in white, the other a deep, dark blue.  They seemed above anything petty, Fakir calm and introspective, Prince Siegfried regal and warm.

But if any of the passing servants listened carefully, they’d hear Prince Siegfried’s chuckle of amusement and the low grumble from Fakir’s throat.

"You’ve fallen in love.  Am I not allowed to feel joy on your behalf?"

Fakir wasn’t accustomed to him feeling anything.  ”More like at my expense.”

"Love is a precious thing, Fakir," the prince said, straightening his gold-trimmed tunic.  The amusement and mirth dimmed in his golden eyes as his tone turned whimsical.  "Tainted or pure, love itself can change the world.  Just as it’s changed yours.  And I cannot think of two people more deserving of such a feeling as you both."  He turned to Fakir, his smile gentle.  "You two have given us hope.  Let me revel in your happiness, as yours is mine."

The harsh lines of Fakir’s expression softened.  ”It’s not … that big of a deal.  But thanks.”  Fakir turned toward the swans of the carriage, stepping forward to brush through the white feathers.  Those two girls sure took their sweet time.

"So, when will you two marry?"

When Fakir tripped over his own feet with a startled yelp, Prince Siegfried bit back a very undignified snort.

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clueless-gamer:

2snowy4u:

imivi:

jointeamfreewill:

gipsy-bones:

unicornpancakes:

ask-the-multishipper:

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oh god what did i do

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IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

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HOLY FUCKING COW.

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OKAY IT’S TRUE

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???

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I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

WHAT HOW

I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?

(via ballerinaduck)

mkxcrossing:

This is

ACCEPTABLE

(Source: , via ballerinaduck)