yhlee's Tree

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This is the Tree for yhlee! Below are the requested Pears it can be decorated with (beginning 24 December).



Username: yhlee
AO3 Username: etothey

Request 1: Ficlets for Iron Fist--I love all the main cast and their relationships.

Request 2: Cute pics of foxes or cats.

Request 3: Recs for Youtube channels or other videos with digital art tutorials.

Request 4: Recs for Tarot spreads that you've found interesting or helpful.

Request 5: A Tarot reading for the holidays (one-card or three-card draw maybe?).

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Cat Picspam! :)

[flowerdeluce]

Hi yhlee,

Happy Peartree <3 I hope you’re having an enjoyable holiday season :)

Below is a themed picspam of cats for you! I hope you like it.

I had lots of fun looking for pictures of these kitties.

1. Cats in windows

With a bonus squirrel!

2. Fluffy cats!

I love the kitty in the snow so much.

3. Cats with dark fur

I had a black cat when I was little and I loved her so much. I wish I had photos of her!

4. Cats + nature

My favourite theme to search for! Sunflowers kitty is so pretty :)

5. Mostly-white cats

Such beautiful eyes <3

6. ...Other!

These kitties didn't fit into any of my categories but I wanted to include them because I think they're all so pretty!

I hope you enjoyed this collection of feline friends!

Re: Cat Picspam! :)

[yhlee]

This is amazing--thank you so much for all the cattens!

[immolate_the_silence]

Here's a fox moodboard for you.

Happy holidays!

[yhlee]

OMG, all those foxy faces! Thank you so much! ♥

An Iron Fist ficlet for you! :)

[sholio]

When Ward was a very small child, the Rand corporate galas used to be a combination of mind-numbing boredom and a strange, exciting amount of attention. Dressed up in his little tux, he was passed around between grown-ups who used to call him cute and give him treats.

Now he was too old for that, and his job at these parties was to watch the two littler kids, who were now old enough to get dressed up and go to the grown-up events too.

It was a nightmare.

Ward knew he hadn't been that much of a brat when he was their age. Mostly because the adults were watching him every minute (at least, that's how he remembered it) and he never had a chance.

Where had they gone now? He'd already checked the dessert table, and gotten chased out of the kitchen by a scolding caterer lady. He was reduced to skulking around the ballroom peeking under white tablecloths one by one, and finally, after checking half the ballroom, was drawn by the sound of quiet giggling to the right table.

"I am going to kill you two," he whispered fiercely, as Danny and Joy looked up with wide-eyed innocence from the little drama playing out on the carpet with toy ponies and dinosaurs. "Get out of there."

"No!" they protested, retreating as far away as they could get. The table rocked ominously. Ward hastily caught and steadied it. He could just imagine the reaction from the adults if he accidentally flipped a table while trying to drag two seven-year-olds out from under it. (Dad's reaction in particular didn't bear thinking about.)

He couldn't really think what to do except crawl underneath with them. The tablecloth fell all the way to the floor, shutting them into a private dimly-lit cave that brought back sudden memories. He had played under similar tables as a little kid sometimes, come to think of it. Probably for the same reason as Danny and Joy -- because the adults were boring and underneath here, it was private and fun, at least until someone came and dragged you out again.

The kids were giggling like this was the best thing that had ever happened to them. "Play with us, Ward!" Joy whispered, piling onto him and putting her sticky little arms around his neck. Despite his attempts to keep them away from the dessert table, they'd both ingested so much sugar that they probably wouldn't sleep for a week.

"I'm not here to play with you," he whispered back.

"Lay down on the floor, Ward. We're all trapped in a snow cave and we have to stay warm."

"No -- get off --" Now he had two giggling little kids piled on him, pinning him down. And he couldn't thrash around to escape or he risked pulling the entire tablecloth down on top of him. There was a My Little Pony jabbing him in the small of his back.

"I'm going to murder you," he whispered to the giggling hellions holding him down. "I'll hide your bodies in the chocolate fountain."

Result of murder threats: more giggling. They were the worst.

Re: An Iron Fist ficlet for you! :)

[yhlee]

As a child who used to hide under a chair with a blanket on top, and also an older sibling whose kid sister ALWAYS went under the table at restaurants and had to be extricated (in retrospect, those Pizza Hut servers were Saints), I relate to this ficlet so hard! I adore this--thank you so much for writing it for me, and I hope you share it elsewhere so others can enjoy it too!

Re: An Iron Fist ficlet for you! :)

[sholio]

YAY, I'm delighted you liked it! (I'm doing a fic roundup right now.) Haha, I'm glad their shenanigans are Highly Relatable. <3