#Children Collide

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You don't have a problem, this is Tumblr, we're all weird here dude.

I finally got this track last week:

I'd suggest you follow it up with these two:

I know you definitely have the last one, I've seen it in your archive.

The lyrics overlap a bit. Enjoy <3

So I went on a bit of a music purchase spree from the things sitting in my wishlist for a while.

When I played it from my library on my laptop. The shuffle mode, out of 4,010 odd songs came out with this belter soon after:

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Octonauts x Sky: CoTL AU. if you even care

(OG POST)

The main 8 are a group of Skykids who all were born during Season of Abyss. They call themselves the Octonauts, led by one named Barnacles. They’re dedicated to finding and helping any and all other Light Creatures that are in need of help, but are most often found in Isle of Dawn helping Moths through their first hours of life.

Some notes:

• All names are the same as they were in the og show.

• Tunip is the leader of a partnering group called the Vegimals. He’s the main representative of them, and the Vegimals most commonly work in the Sanctuary Islands. They have higher swimming ability than the Octonauts.

• The Gups are another partnering group called, well, the Gups. Their leader is Octopod (Polly/Jarvis). They work best in Golden Wasteland, and are very skilled at distracting/fighting Dark Creatures.

I have designs for the Gups and Lars (who’s going to have a VERY different role than you may expect), please look forward to them in another post :)

[python-nebula]

tfw you remember that AIMSEY FRICKING TV WAS IN TORCHWOOD CHILDREN OF EARTH FOR A SEC

[phylaxery]

A pretty harrowing debug session as I tried to figure out how to combine the current flying controller (physics-based) and the premade character movement controller (NOT physics based).

If I don't laugh I'll cry

[ssecond-hand-faith]

YouTuber AU. Part 1

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

[raisinchallah]

is caesar the only xena villain that doesnt want to have a baby with her?

[sophsun1]

I can't believe i'm living in a world where sunny and abbott elementary are gonna cross over like I'm gonna see charlie kelly interact with mr. johnson asdfgjkdsfjk what a time to be alive

[modernmythic]

TOO MANY CHILDREN! AT THE BREWERY

[dailyankovic]

[carewyncromwell]

“Everyday people, in their own sweet way, Like to add a coat of paint and be what they ain’t! That’s how our little game is played, Livin’ like a masquerade, actin’ a bizarre charade, While playing the saint!”

~“Facade” from Jekyll and Hyde

x~x~x~x

Ahhh, no!! Carewyn!! D:

Ahem -- yeah, this is a counterpoint to a piece I’ve done in the past about Jacob and how he got ensnared by Charles Cromwell and R’s web...but this is going to take a little bit of explanation! First, though, my musical accompaniment while working on this includes Things Are Not What They Appear from Pocahontas II: Journey to a New World, Elsie Lovelock’s cover of Trust in Me from The Jungle Book, and Wolfsong by Omnia. 😊

Okay, right to it. Those of you who know Hogwarts Mystery, there’s a moment toward the beginning of year 6 where MC meets Jacob in his old room at Hogwarts, after following Sickleworth the Niffler, who’s carrying a white quill that it turns out is a threat from R, reminding MC that R still intends to “collect” on one of their friends’ lives. Well, this scene has always bugged me, because Hogwarts is supposed to be nigh impregnable, to the point that even Voldemort couldn’t get inside during the First Wizarding War -- so how does a non-Hogwarts-graduate like Jacob get in so easily?

My answer -- that is not really Jacob. In my canon, the person Carewyn instead meets is an agent of R, who -- with inside help from another agent who plays as the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor -- was able to sneak into the school and impersonate Jacob with Polyjuice Potion. And this agent impersonating Jacob is none other than Carewyn’s maternal uncle and heir to the Cromwell Clan, Blaise. 

Blaise Cromwell is a character who -- quite honestly -- I think deserves multiple punches to the face. He is ridiculously possessive of his family, seeing them as akin to prized toys that no one else is allowed to touch but him, and his sister Lane and her children are no exception. Blaise is just as determined as Charles is to force Lane, Jacob, and Carewyn back into the fold of the Cromwell Clan, and he has no moral compunctions that might temper that desire. He’s more than willing to lie, deceive, torture, or even kill to achieve that goal. And because he was raised by Charles -- who like Jacob and Carewyn was born with immensely powerful Legilimency -- Blaise became a master of Occlumency at a young age, all in the effort of maintaining some privacy in and control over his own mind. This Occlumency and Blaise’s rather convincing act makes it so that Carewyn at first has no idea that she’s not speaking to her brother...at least, not until Blaise as Jacob collides with her in Knockturn Alley, while Carewyn herself is disguised as Patricia Rakepick. But for now, Carewyn is completely unawares...not just because Blaise was so good at capturing Jacob’s mannerisms and overall attitude, but because he sounded so sincere, speaking of his desire for their family to be as it once was. It made it so that when he so “reluctantly” accepted her help with the Vaults on the condition that she not involve her friends “unnecessarily” the way he did Duncan and Olivia, Carewyn didn’t suspect anything amiss. And well, Blaise does want his family as he once had it. He wants his sister Lane back at the Cromwell estate...and he does want her children there with them. Sure, for her and them, it’d be a cage, but they’d learn to accept it. They were family, after all -- the Cromwell estate, and the Cromwell Clan, was where they belonged. 

For however terrible of a person Blaise is, however, I will point out that the moment Blaise collided with Carewyn in Jacob’s old room was the first time he’d really been able to interact with his niece. And however much he was focused on his goal, it didn’t mean he felt nothing, seeing her for the first time. 

Lane had been Blaise’s favorite sibling when they were young -- admittedly largely by default since they were closest in age and Lane was both intellectual and disinterested in social gatherings enough that Blaise enjoyed her company -- so her departure had a profound impact on Blaise, just as it did the rest of the Clan. He missed his third sister dearly, and hearing that she’d not only married a Muggle, but that that wretched man then proceeded to abandon her and her children upon Jacob’s Hogwarts letter arriving at their door, Blaise felt a surge of overprotectiveness toward both Lane and her children. They deserved better than what they’d had to live with -- they deserved to live well, not in poverty; they deserved to be treated like high society, not like freaks; they deserved a real home with the Clan, not living in a Muggle gutter. Jacob and Carewyn’s experience with their father should prove to them the superiority of wizardkind over Muggles -- not drive them further into the arms of Muggle lovers like the Weasleys or Mudbloods like Olivia Green or Ben Copper. With Blaise himself a widower and single father, he’s imprinted some of those twisted paternal instincts onto both Jacob and Carewyn as well -- and when he met Carewyn for the first time while disguised as Jacob, he witnessed her capacity to love first-hand. For while he wore her brother’s face, this usually stoic, pretty little teenager fussed over Blaise, fixing his robes and expressing sincere and open concern for his safety. The closest comparison point Blaise had for Carewyn’s behavior was that of his own deceased mother, Marilyn -- and yet there was no sense of asserting control here, with Carewyn. Charles only used “concern” as a means to an end -- to get a better read on who he was talking to. Even Marilyn would express concern by taking some authority over her children -- telling them to sit up straight, fixing their collars and hair to make them look perfect, because she wanted them to succeed, which would also reflect well on her. But not Carewyn. Her caring was given with no caveats or conditions -- no semblance of dominance or control. It was so...selfless.

Blaise had had no concept that any relative of his could be so weak-hearted. And yet all it did was make him want to bring her into the fold more.

People are rife to take advantage of a child like this. The people around her already have taken advantage of her. These ‘friends’ of hers that she’s so desperate to protect from us...what have they done, to deserve her caring? Who are they, to deserve her loyalty? Muggle lovers, Mudbloods, paupers and orphans...they are not her family -- we are her family!

The thought made Blaise’s inside flare with resentment and anger. 

And I intend to treat her like it. 

At one point during their meeting, Carewyn asked the man she thought was Jacob if something was wrong. Blaise tried to play this off, simply claiming he was lost in thought. Sensing Carewyn might be starting to pull away from him, Blaise offered a shred of vulnerability. 

“...It’s just...the last time I saw you...you were only a child. You still would be a child, if not for the Cursed Vaults...”

Some resentment slipped out despite himself. As much as he wanted his family back together, and as much as he knew his father Charles’s word was law so long as he was head of the Clan, Blaise really hadn’t wanted his son or any of his nieces and nephews to be involved with R. He’d fought hard to keep Tristan and Pearl and Claire’s children out of this whole mess. 

“...I wish I could shield you, Pip. I wish that...things could be just the way they were.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened. Feeling compassion in her heart for who she thought was her brother, she then opened up her arms and encircled “Jacob” in a hug. The gesture made Blaise flinch. 

“Me too,” Carewyn murmured. 

The warmth of her embrace flooded Blaise with a strange, trembling kind of pain -- an ache he hardly knew the origin of. He so rarely received hugs as it was, but this kind of hug in particular -- however much it comforted Carewyn as much as him, once again, there was no sense of transaction, no sense of control. She was just offering him comfort, and she found comfort herself just in giving it...such a weak-hearted gesture, and yet expressed by such a firm, warm embrace. 

Abruptly, before he fully knew what he was doing, Blaise had lashed his arms out and seized hold of Carewyn, cradling her against his chest the way he did his own son, Tristan. The strength of his hug made Carewyn give him a light squeeze in return, which in turn made tears clutch at Blaise’s throat. Forcing them back fiercely, the heir of the Cromwell Clan simply held on tighter, resting his head on top of Carewyn’s as a choked song drifted absently from his lips. 

“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms... When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head and cried.”

Blaise hardly knew the origin of the old song anymore, aside from it being his main choice of lullaby for his son, Tristan, when he was young. Carewyn seemed to know it, though. Her lips even curled up in a small, sad smile of her own as she sang the chorus with him --

“You are my sunshine...my only sunshine... You make me happy when skies are gray... You’ll never know, dear...how much I love you... Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Patricia Rakepick had told Blaise that Carewyn was a true Cromwell, when she sang. Seeing what she meant, by hearing the warm, trained tone of his niece for the first time, made Blaise squeeze Carewyn that little bit tighter.

Oh, if only his mother could’ve heard her, Blaise thought of Marilyn at the grand piano so many years ago...if only she’d had the chance to hear Lane’s daughter sing...

“We can’t forget Laney’s baby. We must get something for the baby...”

When Blaise finally forced himself to let go of Carewyn, he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together as he turned away. 

“...I should go. The longer I’m here, the more of a chance someone’ll see me. Can’t afford to get you in more trouble, on my account...”

Carewyn frowned. “Mm...”

Even with how disappointed she looked, she still nodded. Blaise turned to her much more seriously. 

“Best not tell anyone I was here, Pip,” he said. “If your friends are anything like mine...I doubt they’ll just stand back and watch, if they know you’re helping me with the Vaults.”

Carewyn’s eyes fell away as she nodded again grimly. She clearly didn’t need to be convinced -- she’d already come to that conclusion herself. 

Good, thought Blaise coldly. The more she separates herself from them now, the easier it’ll be for her to let go of them and return home to us. Then she’ll know what home and family truly are.

The memory of trying and failing to completely modify Ben Copper’s memory outside the Ice Vault -- of seeing him fearfully mumbling Carewyn’s name in his sleep in the Hospital Wing, after he was recovered -- made Blaise’s fist clench around his wand as he left the room and disappeared down the hall. 

Everything would be the way it should be, Blaise thought, once he brought Lane and her children home. He’d make sure Lane, Jacob, and Carewyn had everything they could ever want, once they came home to the Clan. He’d make sure they were content -- that they’d have everything they needed, at home, where they belonged.

Then they’d stay. They’d stay, and never leave again.

[thissmycomingofage]

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[fangsup-cobrastyle]

me calling pre-hiatus Fall Out Boy "classic" pop-punk: Well yeah, it might not be that old, but it's not that old of a genre anyway. The classics are from that time period.

me when people younger than me call "King For a Day" a "classic": Ahhh shit :/

[hotniatheron]

birth order is always clockable, it doesn’t matter if the eldest behaves like a 5 year old and the youngest could be a 60 year old chainsmoker. the vibes are simply there

[throughhazeleyesofgreen]

Writing Update

So just a brief update on my writing. Making progress for my first fic for the buffyverse/spn crossover verse. First fic doesn't require working knowledge of the Buffy series too much as it is coming from Dean's POV who is acting as conduit to explain the Buffyverse to the SPN hunters. If you do know Buffy, you get to snicker as the knowledgeable audience as Dean struggles to figure out what happened to his brother and where he is now.

Current word count is a little under 80,000 words and 11+ chapters. I think I got about a fifth to still write based on what I have outlined. I also have the majority of the verse outlined and an outline for the next fic. I hope to start posting in January.

Here's a sneak peek.

Working Summary of the Series:

Working Title: Divine Intervention (PTB Style)

The Powers That Be see a looming threat on the horizon. One that has the possibility of heralding the end of all and turning the earth into another dark dimension. In order to nullify this threat, they decide to send three psychic children back in time to the Sunnydale Hellmouth as their champions to circumvent a key event in time that allowed this threat to gain power. In the process creating circumstances to give a set of special children a fighting chance in resisting a certain yellow-eyed demon and his apocalyptic plans.

Too bad they didn't think to ask their champions on whether they wanted to be involved or not. One in particular who had recently sacrificed his home and his ties to his family in the hopes for a safe and normal life at Stanford University will be especially upset on being abruptly pulled back into the supernatural world.

Working Title for Fic: Welcome to Waverly Hills

Working Summary:

After his brother vanishes without a trace from his Stanford dorm in October 2002, Dean struggles to find any information on what had happened to his missing brother. When his father gives up hope on finding Sammy alive, Dean reaches out to Bobby for assistance who in turn gets him into contact with Ellen, Joe, and Ash at the Roadhouse as well as other hunters in the community. Unfortunately, the trail grows cold and little progress is made over the next year.

Meanwhile, while working on a case in Cleveland, Joe finds herself pulled into a fantasy world controlled by the Trickster where she is thrown into various scenarios imagined by the monster for his own amusement. She struggles to make sense of what is going on while Ellen and Ash attempt to find a way into the Trickster’s playground to save Joe. Oftentimes, they find themselves helpless to watch the Trickster’s latest productions as he televises his latest creations at a local state theater. It isn’t until Joe runs into Dawn Summers in one of these productions, who has also been pulled into the playground, that the first solid connection is made into what happened to Sam in 2002. Dean races to Cleveland to find answers but the question remains: Is this all a ploy to get revenge on the Winchesters for attempting to kill the Trickster or will Dean finally find out what happened to Sammy? Is his brother still alive? And if he is, where has he been all this time?

AU to Season 1/Pre-Series. Some events from canon may occur but be modified based on the new timeline.

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Letting Simon indulge in his breeding kink. (🌽 link)

It's no surprise that Simon had a breeding kink. The amount of times he's hinted towards starting a family with you is outrageous, but also adorable. You know that Simon would make the best father – after all, he's protective, loving, and caring. He'd do anything for his children.

”There we go, love- That’s it, relax into me.” Simon's voice is guttural and seductive, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. You squirmed and wriggled at the pleasure bubbling up inside of you, the effect he had on you. You felt Simon's lips against your neck as your legs were pushed out of the way and wrapped around his well-built waist, allowing for him to hit places he's never touched before. He wants to make sure he fills you up to the brim, forcing you to be plugged with his hot, creamy release. The thought drives Simon up the wall, leaves him pent up.

”That’s it, deep breaths f’me– You’ll make the perfect mama...” He grumbles out quietly, kissing down your neck lovingly as he begins to slide inside. Each thrust causes a different reaction from you and earns Simon another pleased, needy noise. You arch your back and trail your sharp nails down his bare, broad back at the stretch between your soft thighs. The slapping noise of his balls colliding with your rear echoes in the bedroom, along with your moans and cries for more.

You can already feel Simon's pace increasing as he becomes more desperate. All that he thinks about is having you pregnant and swollen, to rub your stomach, to give in to your cravings and desires. He pounds into you, your velvety walls clutching onto his veiny shaft, with his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes shut tightly. He's lost in comfort and intimacy, the feeling of fatherhood right at the tip of his fingers. He finishes deep within your walls and tenderly kisses the skin on your nape.

He'd do anything to hold his own offspring, to coddle his baby, and take care of his soon-to-be wife.