#Event: The Love of Home

[starlitwishes]

A particularly brave Aranara finds theirself on Wrenn's head, a little hand patting him--plenty of them accept him on account of his connection to the Lord of Dendro, but this one is especially bold. "There, there," they say, "What a very good Nara."

Were his dreams being blessed that night? A lucid part of him started to wonder that.

He may not have heard the Aranara's comforting words, but he felt their presence, their desires that manifested in a beautiful dream. A dream about birds in the sky, of existing as just himself.

Of a warm campfire, of delicious food, of laughter.

Of smiles. Of hope. Of the future.

Of his future--the one that he wanted more than anything, the life he longed for so desperately.

So he continued to smile in his sleep, even when the tears of relief finally stopped.

It truly was the best night's sleep he's had in a long, long time.

[mellosdrawings]

A very trustworthy duo~

[aalghul]

once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.

and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots

[technically-human]

The hug!!

This one was once again commissioned by our dear @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and we actually talked about this scene quite a lot. Charles is still going through it, and he doesn't even feel like he should be getting the hugs he needs. Poor boy.

[burgersdayoff]

my favorite part of this event story is when vbs miku is like "guys i dont think im very good at cooking actually" and every person in the room looks like theyve witnessed a miracle

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

[alwaysthequietones]

[its-de]

The way he's lookinggg at herr

I feel like this is his thing, he always holds our hand close to his heart while gazing at us so lovingly 🫠❤️

[ryllen]

With this absolute unit I declared that my entire savings to pull Eternal Knight sebek is gone

[starlitwishes]

After a while of sitting with him, Wrenn found that he was finally ready to return home.

Having calmed down almost completely, his eyes were a bit red and puffy from how much he had cried. Yet the villagers who had crowded him before now felt like a comfortable presence, like a warm blanket.

Though, before he can turn in for the night...

"Hey, stay for a while. I gotta share these Pita Pockets with someone," says Ashpazi.

"Pita Pockets? With me?"

Ashpazi wanted to share some food with him? Well, Wrenn couldn't find himself complaining. Ashpazi was quite the chef. He had tried his cooking before when he was too busy to make his own, and they had shared meals once in a while. Though he had to wonder if the other grabbed some food to help cheer him up...

The idea made Wrenn chuckle.

"Yeah, you should join us. I like spending time with you. It's nice,” says Amir.

Wrenn sniffled before he rolled his eyes a bit, shaking his head as he sat down with them. Yet there was a soft smile on his face, something that couldn't fall so easily. "You guys really want me around? Even after the scene I just caused?"

"Yeah, sure! It's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on,“ says Tuman. "No matter what, a man's gotta eat, right?"

Tuman then shoved a Pita Pocket into his face, and Wrenn snorted. The spirit was there, even if he wasn't completely right on the necessity of eating--for Wrenn, at least.

Still, Wrenn took one of the Pita Pockets, and started to eat them. The flavors felt familiar and warm, only further reminding him of where his 'home' was.

The other three men spoke plenty for Wrenn, thankfully, having a merry old time with their food and messing around. Their antics even got Wrenn to laugh a little. Though one antic was a little too funny, and it made Wrenn laugh as he was chewing his food--and he started gagging, some of the Pita Pocket going down the wrong pipe.

"Hey! You all right?" Ashpazi called out.

Wrenn held up a hand to him, nodding once. "I'm... I'm fine, just swallowed it wrong."

Amir handed over a canteen. "Here, have some water."

Wrenn took it with a small nod, and chugged about half of it. Though his throat still burned, the water did help quite a bit--and he sighed as he pulled his lips away from it.

"Hey, looks like even dolls can choke, huh?" Tuman started.

Amir winced. "Hey now, that's not..."

"... It's fine," Wrenn started. "But... yeah. I guess it's true."

"Then don't take a bite of food when you're laughing!" Tuman scolded, patting Wrenn a bit roughly on his back. Wrenn winced, but it didn't hurt. "Take better care of yourself!"

"You say that, but it was you who made him laugh while he was eating..." Amir pointed out.

The three men before him started to banter again, with Wrenn simply snickering and finishing his food. He watched them all for a moment, not noticing that Amir's dog (or, was it even his dog? Wrenn wasn't fully sure), Sag, had trotted on over to him. He butted his head into Wrenn's hand, and Wrenn instinctively started to pet him.

Though after a few sniffs from Sag, the dog barked, and jumped up onto Wrenn, making him yelp.

"Sag! Get down, no jumping on people!" Amir scolded.

Sag only whimpered and whined, not heeding his master's command. Instead, he started nuzzling his snout into Wrenn's cheek, and started licking his face.

"H-hey...!" Wrenn protested, half heartedly pushing the dog away. "I don't even have any more food...! Why are you begging from me?!"

"Maybe he's just trying to cheer you up," Ashpazi suggested. "He's a smart dog, knows when people are scared or upset."

Sag whimpered again, giving Wrenn more kisses to his cheek.

"All right, all right! I get it!" Wrenn continued to protest, finally shoving Sag back down onto all four paws. "I'm fine, really."

Sag grunted and barked, circling in front of Wrenn before flopping down at his feet, grunting softly.

"Seems like he's gonna sleep with you tonight," Amir said with a smile. "That's what he does when his mind's made up. Sorry about that."

"... Heh. I don't mind. Guess I'll have to actually sleep tonight then." What a fantastic idea--just the thought of sleeping now was making Wrenn feel exhausted. With his own mind made up, Wrenn stood up. "Thanks for the food. I'll... be going to bed early tonight."

"Sure thing," Ashpazi said with a nod. "Have a good night, Wrenn."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite! They hurt!" Tuman teased.

Amir sighed and shook his head at Tuman, but turned to face Wrenn with a smile. "Sleep well."

With a soft nod of his own, Wrenn started to make his way back to his abode, with Sag grunting and hurrying to stand to trot behind him.

"... You really are gonna stick with me the whole night, huh?" Wrenn mused. "Well, whatever. Come on."

Wrenn opened the leaf-curtain for Sag to walk inside, and Sag did so without hesitation.

Wrenn, however, took a moment longer, deciding to look up at the sky--or at least, what little he could see through the canopy. The soft twinkling of the star, the cool breeze of the night...

Wrenn closed his eyes, cherishing the sight burned into his mind.

Sag's bark brought him back to reality, however, and he rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay! Needy dog..."

Wrenn let the curtain close on his little home, a yawn breaking through as he got settled into his bed.

Sag took no time to make himself comfortable at the foot of the bed, huffing and curling up right at Wrenn's feet. "Don't blame me if I kick you in my sleep, Sag. And don't bite me, puppets don't taste good."

Another grunt, and Sag sighed through his nose. Wrenn didn't know what that meant, but maybe that didn't matter.

Finally, after such a long time, Wrenn's eye lids started to feel heavy. Then slowly, but surely, his eyes closed.

Though he was finally asleep, tears swelled in his eyes and dripped down his face--but he was smiling. The horrible feelings that he was so used to took a back seat to the love and warmth the villagers gave him that night, and his dreams were sweeter than they had been in a long time.

[jewelulu]

“This girl…”

“Who is she?…”

Taglist: @skriblee-ksk @taruruchi @scint1llat3 @thehollowwriter

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 12] -> favorite location(s)-> The Tarloft

[to-illustrate-the-stars]

happy birthday to the cat lover ever of all time... my worstie matoba seiji 🐈‍⬛🐈

[frontierpsychopomp]

some birds