#Bea Tag

[beavauna]

”Hey, stop blushing! I didn’t mean it like that!”

(YURRRIIIIII)

[sappymix1]

anything related to dnfbaby please... can be them thinking or talking about baby or having a baby or helping baby with their homework or babysitting someone else's baby prompts baby fever please.

hi bea sorry i took so long 😭😭 1.2k words of dnf baby i hope you like it i love you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

George cried the first time he saw June in her crib. 

It was painfully sudden, tears streaming down his unshaven cheeks as he choked on a sob, and June, oblivious to everything, just slept on, one arm curled up over her head as her legs scrunched towards her body. 

“Hey,” Dream was, unsurprisingly, on him in a second, losing the sleepy haze that had filled his eyes as he held June in favour of purple tinted concern nearly overflowing. “Baby. What’s wrong?” 

The way Dream always talked to him – where he was calling him baby or honey or George but in a tone that made it sound better than any sweet name – made George cry harder. The definitive break, making just what Dream called him a full sentence that said a million different kind words. I love you or whatever. 

George didn’t answer Dream’s question, just let himself find the easy comfort of his broad chest and gentle touch. He buried his face into Dream’s rumpled shirt, right by his heart, and Dream’s hand immediately came up to hold his back. 

“Does something hurt?” Dream asked, and his voice was careful, but George could hear the concern in it and he knew that the doctor’s words – cautious, rest, limited motion – were running through his head as George cried his eyes out into his shoulder. Dream probably thought that he was, like, dying, and George felt a rare rush of guilt for not having resolved the matter as soon as possible. 

“No, I –” He didn’t know how to explain what was happening, so he grasped for the easy answer. “I don’t hurt. Sorry.”

Dream scoffed, but it was more delicate than his normal one. A lot of things had become more delicate and smaller in the last few days. George thought that this one was probably for his benefit just as much as it was June’s. “Why are you apologizing like I’m going to be disappointed that my husband – who literally had a baby within the last week – isn’t in pain? You never apologize, anyway.”

“I just didn’t know what else to say,” George said, and Dream pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands to George’s cheeks, reaching up to brush the tear streaked skin under his eyes with his thumbs. George’s eyelashes automatically fluttered at the gentle pressure on the thin skin there. He knew that he had dark bags bruising the skin there, just like Dream, the obvious mark of new parents that Dream had swore six months earlier that they would never get because their baby would just be so based and goated. June was based and goated, to be clear, but it turned out that even that wasn’t enough to prevent both of them from being exhausted already their first night home from the hospital.  

Maybe that was part of what brought out the tears. Just, like, exhaustion. That, and — “she’s just so little,” he said, and his voice was still a little bit shaky. “Like, I don’t know, she didn’t seem so tiny until we brought her home.” 

Saying home now had the same surreal, floaty feeling attached to it that it had back when George was the new one, when he had first passed through the front door and tracked dirt from the uneven driveway all over the floor in his rush to find Patches. It was home to Dream and Sapnap and Patches, and then to him, and then to Milo and Naomi, and now June too. She would learn to crawl and walk and run surrounded by green painted walls and they would never again have the reverence to her that they had once had for George, because they would have been hers for as long as her dark brown eyes could take them in. But for now, it was new and she would learn them just as they would learn her, both being forever changed. When George, now, thought of home, there would be bottles lined up along the sink and rattles and blankets on the floor. 

“I know,” Dream said, and he wiped one last tear from George’s cheek but left his hand to brush through his hair. It had been quick, but he had already found that he had run out of anything to cry. Further evidence of his suspicion that he was just exhausted and overwhelmed and the sight of June in her crib – the crib that Dream had built for her on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while George directed from the chair that Dream had insisted that he sat in despite George literally being fine to stand – had been enough to bring everything that he had been pushing down to the surface. Besides, Dream had already cried so much at the hospital when he first got to hold her. Really, George deserved more recognition for holding it together for so long. “She got your genes, I guess. Tiny little guy DNA.”

George made a face. “What?” But he moved ever so slightly to rest his head on Dream’s shoulder, and Dream carefully circled his arm around his waist as both of them watched June sleep, curled up and comfy in her new cradle. Her big eyes – Dream’s eyes, really, despite being George’s in color – were scrunched shut and George could see the slight rise and fall as she breathed steady in and out. 

“I think she looks like you,” he told Dream, looking up. “Her nose, and her eyes. They look like yours.”

Dream hummed, and George wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be an answer or just one of the little melodies that sometimes clung to his lips. “I think she looks like you.”

“What?” George could feel his voice a tiny bit lounder, and June sighed. Both of them were quiet, bracing for her to wake up, but she just moved slightly before settling back down. Her eyes never even opened. “She doesn’t, like, at all.” His voice was softer, this time. 

“She has your eye color,” Dream said, like that wasn’t the most basic answer imaginable. 

“Loads of people have brown eyes.” 

“Yeah, but not yours.” Dream was still being gentle, and George knew it was because he was still afraid of accidentally hurting him, but his arms around his waist tightened ever so slightly as Dream leaned closer. “When she opened her eyes the first time, when she just looked at me, it was like being looked at by you the first time. It felt like I was looking at someone I’d known for years.” 

George wiggled ever so slightly, and he could feel his face flushing pink. He felt…happy. Loved. So much of it was just love. “She can look like both of us,” he compromised, and he could feel Dream just shrug against his back, accepting it immediately. 

“Makes sense. She’s our baby.”

George couldn’t help it. He smiled, so wide, leaning back into Dream’s arm as his chest erupted in yellow. Our baby. Home. “Yeah. she is.” He said, and he reached up to wipe one last tear away with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a goodnight kiss to June’s forehead. When he stood back up, her tiny mouth had curled up into a smile, even as she slept peacefully. 

[tinogiehd]

dnf are a little codependemt but it's ok because they are soulmates not in the literal meaning of the world but in the sense that no matter how they could've met they're each other's person and they are bound to become best friends and fall in love with each other

"there are people that you're just bound to, like -- if you meet them, you're just bound to, like, fall in love with them"

[winterrhayle]

winlet headcannons for @deprivedmusicaljunkie (i answered ur ask and then my tumblr decided to make it disappear so ?? ????? ???????? idk)

scarlet and winter try to be together as much as possible, so when winter is travelling for her role as lunar ambassador, scarlet joins her, and when winter doesn’t need to be anywhere, she lives on the benoit farm with scarlet. winter likes the open air and the animals, and scarlet likes finally to be home (and wonders how empty the house would’ve felt if she had returned with nobody after her grandma’s death)

ignoring scarlets protests, winter names all of the animals on the farm, and upon realising that those animals she’d become so attached would be eaten, she ends up becoming vegetarian

winter is a permanent passenger princess in scarlets hover because both her and scarlet are concerned about the idea of winter learning how to fly. its for the best.

all of the rampion crew members have highly busy jobs, so winter and scarlet decided to make their farm a safe haven for all of their friends, they can visit whenever they want, no questions, no warning needed. they have bedrooms ready for everyone all year round (all hand decorated and personalised by winter), complete with clothes, cleaning supplies, and anything that they would need in their day to day lives. the farm becomes kai and cinder’s go to ‘holiday’ spot, as its private, simple, and honestly the extravagance of new beijing palace is nice but after seeing it 24/7, they prefer to relax in a more unadorned spot, where they get to live an easy life (for however many days off they are able to take) with only their close friends, the farm animals, and the open sky. 

scarlet is a monopoly god. winter is a scrabble academic there is no love when it comes to their competitions.

winter still has her princess wealth so she very constantly splashes her money by buying scarlet a lot of gifts, your coffee is too cold? here’s a coffee heater i got you. bad hair day? here are 70 hair products hand picked by yours truly that may help. hover engine is malfunctioning? don’t call cinder to fix it here’s a brand new hover, only costs 2,000,000 univs 😊 scarlet loves the gifts, but her favourites are always the ones winter makes by hand

scarlet sleeps from like 8pm - 6am, and when shes waking up, in her peripheral vision she can see winter just starting to go to sleep (tlc is set in the future so i like to imagine that winter is a doomscroller on whatever app she has on her portscreen, just like me)

^ winter and scarlet texting while winter is at work

[kaaaaaaarf]

Karfy you’re one of the best writers in this fandom I hope u know this

Aw, Bea. 🥹🥹 Thank you so much for saying that, you're very sweet. 💖💖💖🫶🏼

[ashleyslorens]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! <3

MWAHHHH thank you bea ily 🫶🏻 i think YOU are wonderful!

[deadpoets]

10 and 40 for spotify wrapped <3

10. waltz #2 by elliott smith "i'm never gonna know you now/but i'm gonna love you anyhow"

40. STFU! by rina sawayama "how come you don't expect me/to get mad when i'm angry?"

[loonsloon]

my buddy regulus <33

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them : the way he cares for the people he loves, would do anything for them! murder? in a heartbeat, no questions asked

least favorite thing about them : he is so petty and spiteful, always takes it too far

favorite line : i mean how do i even choose? there is so MANY, but probably like : I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B. , right?

brOTP : barty/evan

OTP : jegulus

nOTP : lily

random headcanon : he loves calligraphy!! has a beautiful handwriting and my man knows it! always copying his favorite quotes in his little notebook! his friends bring him birthday cards to write them instead of them

unpopular opinion : more quidditch obsessed than james, but hides it

song i associate with them : here

favorite picture of them : here

[fxreflyes]

Hii <3 shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals

hi bea!! <33 aww thank you for asking :’) i hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻🫶🏻

1. The Hungry ghost - the cure

2. New dawn fades - joy division

3. Councilor - VOWWS

4. It’s just begun - she wants revenge

5. Days before you came - placebo

[beavauna]

why is there metaphor g fuel

I laughed at the announcement for 5 fucking minutes so I made this

[sappymix1]

the couch is special. she holds so many memories

so many memories :(( remember when george was filming himself cuddling with patches on the couch and at the end he looked off to the side and got all smiley and giggly and then dream posted him filming george

[tinogiehd]

george slowly walking around the room, swaying with baby in his arms and baby is now so sleepy and he gives them a little kiss on the top of their head

george laying on the floor playing with baby :((

[winterrhayle]

^pinterest users being insane

i was looking at this fancast and thinking “oh wow they got everything right” and then i couldn’t find winter. so. there’s that

NOT WINTER TOO😭😭😭😭 i would understand if they made an assumption that she looks like the og snow white that has pale skin buT IN THE BOOKS HER APPEARANCE IS CONSTANTLY DESCRIBED BC ITS A BIG PART OF HER CHARACTER,, and so often it talks about her dark skin????? honestly i find their delusion quite fascinating

and even if they somehow missed those descriptons i think you can figure it out with context clues, like how her dad was described to be black, and how they always talk about winters corkscrew curls (ik this isnt a trait that only black people have but along with everything else,, its a big pointer)

and the comment about lunars that u screenshoted baffles me,, 'most lunars have pale white skin'...... what about aimery, solstice, evret, winter, wolf etc etc etc like be fr😭

[v7lgar]

hello hello 🧃 🪐 🔪 <333

writers truth or dare ask game

hello bea!!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

i have a birth mark on my right wrist and it looks like a lipstick mark but it's actually my mom's three fingers when she scratched her own wrist while she was pregnant w me and the color of it changes during the seasons it gets darker when it's summer and it gets more blueish when it's winter

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

i'm not getting depressed that often anymore, i have plans for this year so it actually makes me happy and a certain someone who i really enjoy talking to lol

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

this is a tough one but i remember looking up rented apartments in london for my first fic but then i found it very useless and stopped doing that lmao

[kaaaaaaarf]

Hii pls 🥺👉 🧍‍♂️

Hiii Bea! You are a well-loved vintage vinyl record and you are the prize of someone's collection. You have small scratches here and there, but only because you've spent so many years being well-loved. At the end of the day, it only makes you sound even better.

send me a 🧍 and I'll tell you what inanimate object you remind me of

[ashleyslorens]

i don't go here but happy graceland (nextland?) to u and others who celebrate!!

wsdfjdk thank you!! monday was a huge day for many annoying people on the internet 🙂‍↕️ and there'll (probably) be more to be annoying about this friday so pls don't get sick of us 🙏