I Love Them A Ton!!! Silver Helping Vale Out Is Especially Cute- I Really Think That They Would Miss

Aww, this is sweet and explains pretty thoroughly Irene’s sudden decrease in productivity! Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it.

Kissing prompts 13 and 16

"I'm trying to work, stop distracting me."

"I thought you liked it when I kissed you." Irene slowly exhaled and wished the room was several degrees colder. She toyed with her pen and did not look up at Kai. "You could do with a break."

"I doubt I'll get back to work if I had a break down." She muttered. "I would not complain if you brought up a cup of tea for me though." He smirked.

"So, I'm a very good distraction?" Kai carefully tucked hair behind her ear, stroking the tip of his finger along her skin, over her forehead first, and then down her neck. Irene couldn't suppress a shiver. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You're incorrigible." Kai shrugged.

"You wouldn't love me if I changed. How about we come up with a deal?" He put his hand on top of hers and took the pen, leaning back and playing with it, spinning it around his fingers.

"Let's hear it." Irene sighed, she wasn't going to be getting any work done if he didn't leave her alone. He was a very good (irritating) distraction. She sat back in her chair, turning it slightly to face him.

She had a large desk tucked against a window so that she could get some of the meagre natural light that made its way through, and if not, the street lamps and her desk lamp did the trick. Right now, Kai's face was thrown into sharp profile by her desk lamp and she wanted to trace the lines of his cheeks with her fingers.

"You put the work away for the rest of today and I'll leave you alone tomorrow afternoon."

"What about the morning?"

"Oh, sweetheart." He swept his eyes over her before leaning in and dropping his voice low. "You're going to need a nice, long lay in once we're done tonight."

Irene swallowed.

"Deal."

I've done 16 before, I'll see if I can find you a link, I'd do it again, but I'm really not in the mood for anything like that right now

Please help me, I still have cancer and my last post isn't getting me help anymore

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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

No, they’re one of my fave couples, they are deeply in hate/love and together forever!

Silver: Nothing ever pleases you, does it?

Vale: Not anything you do, no.

Felt like sharing this painting of mine

I took a picture of it and edited it more so it could be a little "better"

Dear Invisible Library fans, please tell me that this reminds you of that one scene in the beginning of The Burning Page

This is fabulous! You’re is hilarious and I love their dynamic, especially Vale leaping from the chair like his life depends on it. Thanks so much for writing.

Hiya, could you do number 1 on the quarantine writing prompts for Silver and Vale please?

“You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”Silver purred, leaning on the arm of Vale’s chosen armchair, well stuffed, near to the window, within arms reach of a coffee table. It was dark red.

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.” Vale dryly said, he was flipping through a notebook, going over the notes of a recent case that would hopefully be going to trial when the quarantine was over. “Can I help you? You are in my light.” Silver got up, walked around the back of  the chair, dragging his fingers across Vale’s shoulders and back, Vale suppressed a shiver. He sat on the other arm.

“Is this better?”

“If you insist.” He said dryly. “Are you just here as an irritating distraction? Or do you actually have some purpose in being here?”

“This is my home.”

“Yes. You are an incredibly observant man. So you have any other shockingly new observations? Anything else that I may have missed?”

“I like this armchair.”

“I can tell. There were three strands of your hair on it when I sat down, and your slippers in front of it. I assume that the position by the window was intended for you to be able to watch the streets.” Vale said, flipping his page. “You like to know what is going on at all times and the view allows you to see who is coming to your door, and when they leave as well.”

“Anything else?”

“It was recently reupholstered, suggesting that you frequently throw yourself down onto it in a pique of melodramatic fitting.”

“Actually it was because I happen to enjoy bringing my bed partners up to this room.” Vale jumped out of the chair, stumbling over Silver’s slippers. “Oh, good lord you are gullible.” He slipped off the arm and landed over the chair. “No, you were… right the first time.” Vale had dropped his notebook in his rush to get out of the seat and Silver picked it up and held it out to him. “Thank you for the entertainment though.”

Vale snatched the notebook out of his hand. “You disgust me.”

“Would whiskey make you feel better? There’s a drinks cabinet over there.” He waved his hand toward the sideboard at the side of the doors. “If you fancy one, feel free to pour me a glass too.” Vale was going to snap back at him that he wasn't a servant, but a glass of whiskey sounded like a good idea, so he opened up the cabinet and plucked out the first bottle that he found, holding it up to examine it.

“This is good stuff.” Vale mainly said to himself as he unstoppered a bottle and splashed some into a glass.

“Of course it is.” Silver replied with an idle flutter of his fingers. “I have superb taste in alcohol, amongst other…” He watched Vale bend over to put the bottle away again. “Things.” He finished.

“I doubt you have good taste in most things.” Vale replied. He put the glass within Silver’s reach and kept the bottle in his hand. “I will give you this though. Thanks for the drink.”

“You’re welcome!” Silver called as Vale let the door shut with a thunk behind him.

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.

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!

Irene has the right idea, mint choc chip is supreme!

My current ice cream headcannons?

Kai: rum and raison

Irene: mint choc chip

Vale: coffee

Li Ming: Lemon

Ao Shun: licorice

Silver: vanilla

Catherine: white chocolate