#Hattie

[deenigma]

Malevoversary Day 4 - Scratch

[wolfhidewinter]

Soon

[gusherbug]

i want to make a comic about an autistic yumejoshi schoolgirl and her devil girl fictional crush who turns real and misunderstands an explanation of yumejoshis and decides it's her fate to fall in love with "her dream girl"

[local-blog-for-local-people]

Happy Birthday Steven James Pemberton

[hockybish]

3 Months

l family is everything au l quinn x mom l masterlist l

Mom looked in the mirror that was in the corner or her and Quinn's room. She noticed something while she was getting dressed for the day and she had to check it out.

She ran hand over her sleep shirt, flattening it against her body. Her hands run over the seemingly flat bump, that wasn't feeling so flat. There was a little 3 month bump. She was starting to pop a little.

"Oh my gosh. Hi there little one." Mom smiled. She actually lifted her shirt, looking at the bump in her bare skin. It was so stinking cute. She had to show Quinn.

Mom turned to face the bed and remember Quinn wasn't currently there. He was with the team in Penticton for training camp. She grabbed her phone and FaceTimed him.

"Good morning Quinny." Mom's smile grew when Quinn's sleepy face entered the screen.

"Mmhh. Morning Babe" Quinn rubbed his eyes. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, so Mom's call had woken him up. He never understood how she was always so awake when she woke up. "What's up?"

"I gotta show you this!" Mom went back to the mirror. She lifted her shirt, tucking it underneath her boobs, proudly displaying the tiny bump. "Look at it!"

Quinn didn't see it at first until Mom held it in her hand. Quinn couldn't help but smile with his partner's happiness. And seeing the small bump made everything feel more real. Like they were going to be a family of four.

"I love you" Quinn mumbled. He wished he could be there, sharing in her happiness.

"I love you too Q. Wanna see Hattie quick? I think she's still sleeping" Mom walked over to the toddler's room so Quinn could see his daughter.

[crypt-of-blunis]

So there’s this weird anime intro trend thing going around on tiktok, the song is really catchy tho.

anyways here’s that but as Hattie and Emily ❤️🎩

I don’t watch a lot of anime…

(Maybe someday I’ll animate this)

[fruitcoops]

Best Beloved

Day Thirteen: our final day of Fic O'Ween 2024, brought to you by the most special girl in the world. She was spared a spooky movie, as she did not partake in the midight margaritas for obvious reasons. Characters (except our leading lady) belong to @lumosinlove, and MASSIVE massive thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organizing another wonderful year <3

Day 12 movie: Beetlejuice (1988)

Movie theme of the fest itself: Nightmare on Elm Street (1984), with a sprinkling of Freaky Friday (2003) for our dream-hopping, out-of-body experiences. I hope you enjoyed reading and following along as much as I enjoyed writing these!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

“How is it?”

“…working, but don’t tell him.”

Lily took a pointed sip of her hangover cure (courtesy of James) and rested her elbows on the kitchen island. Remus joined her a moment later, laying his whole head on his folded arms and abandoning his own concoction to the side. The ‘Whale of a Time!’ novelty mug from their Alaskan summer trip bore a cheerful orca waving its fin, directly at odds with his general aura of headache melancholy.

“I wonder what she dreams of,” he mused, muffled by the thick sleeves of his hoodie.

Below them, Hattie’s paws gave a twitch.

“Seems important,” Lily agreed. She braved another sip. It was disappointing how well the awful thing worked.

Remus hummed, and tilted his head slightly to the side. His eyes remained on Hattie’s side, rising and falling in an even pattern ever-so-rarely interrupted by a huff. Her nose wiggled; he smiled. “Nah. She’s got nothing to worry about.”

“Evil squirrels,” Lily pointed out.

“They steer clear.”

“Rival gangs?”

Remus’ next breath was a laugh. “She has never met an enemy.”

Lily frowned. “Delayed dinner?”

Remus paused, blinking slowly. “Maybe. Aw, look, she’s chasing something.”

Fuzzy black paws picked up the pace. Quick flicks, back-and-forth, scraping just her smallest nail along the floor in tiny, inch-long crescents. Hattie’s nose wiggled again, searching for whatever eluded her in the land of beautiful dreams inhabited by the best-loved creatures. Even her eyelids fluttered.

“Hattie,” Remus called softly. “What are you doing, Hat Trick?”

Hattie’s tail gave a thump. She settled with a last hard puff that flexed her nostrils. Her paws fell quiet, save for one last stretch.

--

Hattie was having the most fabulous dream.

Her people, all her people, wandering about—then home, after discovering several dropped crackers when people started leaving. A car ride and bedtime and scritches and treats snuck under the table to her and every last one of her people petting her all night long, even through the thick Dad Shirt she had been put in before they arrived.

(That part was confusing. They had so many Dad Shirts in the house boxes, in all sizes. They got thrown into the weird bags with interesting smells and went out with her dads every day, but they always came home smelling like unfamiliar laundry and not the sweaty strangeness of their playing-with-friends clothes. Also, Hattie wasn’t usually dressed in Dad Shirts. Everyone else found it very funny.)

And now! Now she had a butterfly, big and yellow and bouncing just ahead of her snout. She had jumped at it first, then pranced after it, and now she was allowed to run-run-run across soft, flat grass.

It was wonderful.

--

“She was so goddamn cute in Pads’ jersey last night—”

“Oh my god, I know, I died when he brought her down in it.”

Lily buried her laughter in the rim of her cup. “It’s uncanny.”

Remus grimaced briefly around the dregs of the Emergen-C-Gatorade-Tums-Pedialyte smoothie, but his fond smile returned without issue. “It’s so…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “From day one, I swear. The eyes?”

“The hair!”

“It’s dead-on.”

“Sorry for leaving lipstick on her forehead.”

Remus shrugged one shoulder. “It blends in. She’s fine.”

“Animal testing,” Lily joked.

“The glitter, maybe.”

“The margs took over. I’m not liable for my actions.”

Their mutual wince made Remus pinch the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. Jesus, yeah, and they were so good.”

“It makes me so mad,” Lily mumbled into the cuff of her hoodie. “Like, come on, at least make it taste like danger.”

“That salt rim.”

“The fucking salt rim! French sea salt? Are you joking right now?”

“And the sugar sprinkled on the top.” Remus shook his head with a noise of faux disgust. They sat quietly for a few minutes. Outside, garage door hummed. Remus leaned over and knocked their shoulders together. “Thanks for coming over this morning.”

“Your husband actually begged mine to heal him.”

“And he did. You should keep him.”

Lily gave him a disbelieving look. “He’s not going anywhere.”

--

The butterfly led Hattie over bubbling streams and gentle slopes just meant to be sprinted down. The wind ruffled her fur and carried the bird songs right into her ears, no effort necessary. She was out of breath. It didn’t matter. The butterfly was right there—she almost had it.

--

“Hi, boys,” Lily rasped as the door to the kitchen opened.

James barely glanced up from kicking off his tennis shoes with a bag in one hand and coffee in the other. “Boo. Trick or treat?”

“Treat.”

“Everything bagel with scallion cream cheese.”

Lily buried her moan in the countertop and reached a blind, grasping hand out across cool marble. Wax paper crinkled; a soft greeting followed, then a kiss to the back of her head. She squinted in the low light of late morning as James paired it neatly with a second to her forehead. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“Dearly. Endlessly. Forever.”

His cheeks pinked. “Back at you.”

“Mhm.”

Remus was halfway through his own bagel when she looked over. Her stomach rumbled in pure jealousy.

“Oh,” Sirius said happily, pointing past them. “She’s dreaming.”

--

Triumph. Hattie rolled onto her back and stretched her legs out as far as they would go, each toe flexed and every joint extended. It would be better with belly rubs, but a wiggle of her shoulders in the moss was more than enough to satisfy.

The butterfly hopped between her back paws, then up to the front. It tickled the pads and the fur between them. She tipped her head to the side for a better look at the fluffy bits of its wings, but a flop of her paw startled it into the air.

The butterfly set off again, this time toward a rich green forest. Hattie leapt up with a bark and a bound, and didn’t look back.

[azenzeph]

2024 request strem done!!! Thank yall so much for request an d be in g pa ti en t

[vxlkt]

I like you *2D-ifies your favs*

Redrew some scenes with this simple art style I really like and uhmm that's it

[prince-snatcher]

Hattie's new fit!  (Prince made it for her, of course)

Bonus:

[beeclops]

[inky-fandoms]

REDRAW TIMEEE—still a WIP though because I have this sad thing called work

Changing up their posing a little bit to fit more the dynamic MoonJumper is seeing and their reactions to him. Perhaps changing some expressions later? Idk that’s the beauty of a wip

[wolfhidewinter]

Decembers voted piece for Patreon. I do one illustration a month that's voted for by patrons :D, this month was Hattie and horror won the poll! Hattie is Bastians mother Next year I'll be posting more wips/illustrations on there to collate my world building stuff. We also have a discord for some of the tiers where you can post your own art/talk/rant/discuss werewolves. If that's something you'd be interested in then please check it out here :) - patreon.com/Wolfhidewinter

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

The biggest idiot in the entire Warriors series is Firestar’s old Twolegs who’s kitten disappeared (likely being eaten by a predator in the forest right next to them) and who got a new kitten that they instantly let outside without a problem

[turneradora]

Aidan as John in Hattie in 2013 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[hockybish]

Reveal

l family is everything au l quinn x mom l masterlist l

October 29, 2024

With Jack and Luke in town for the Hughes Bowl, it was the perfect excuse to have the family over for dinner and a gender reveal. It was going to be just a little party with yummy food, a cake, and maybe some board games.

Neither you nor Quinn cared if the baby was going to be a boy or girl. Hattie may have had a prefference if she wanted a little brother or a baby sister. But as long as the baby was healthy that is all the mattered.

The reveal was just a fun thing to do while the family was together.

"Ready?"

You nodded towards your husband/boyfriend/fiance/baby daddy thing, to get a move one and cut into the cake to reveal if it's blue or pink inside.

"Okay. One, two, three!" Quinn made one angled cut and then another. He then slid the pie server under the slice and slowly lifted to cake to reveal the blue sponge inside.

"It's a boy!" You squeel clapping your hands together excitedly, while the rest of the family cheered. Quinn quickly put the cake on a plate, so he could wrap his arms around you and kiss you.

"A boy" Quinn smiled. He couldn't stopp kissing you. He was happy, you were happy, everyone was happy.

Once the family had there fill of cake, a couple of presents were brought out for the unborn child. Both Jack and Luke got the baby new Devils jerseys, one had "Uncle Jack" on the namplate and another had "Uncle Luke." And from Ellen and Jim the baby got a blanket and little outfit that had Fin on it.

Hattie thought the new blanky was for her. She took if immediately and started snuggling with it. You didn't want her to throw a fit tonight, so you let her have it for now.

"You guys have any ideas on names yet?" Ellen asked when the night was winding down.

"I don't know. We had talked about maybe Caleb or Asher for a boy. I don't know yet." You rubbed your belly answering the question.

"Don't worry about it honey. There's still plenty of time. And it's not like Quinn made a bet with Jack again for naming rights." Ellen patted your leg. There was a little bit of an awkward laughter amoungst the group.

"Actually, about that" Quinn grimisced. He actually did it again. He didn't make a bet with either of his brothers but he may have made a drunken promise to name his first born son after two of his teammate buddies.

"No, not again." You groaned. You scowl at the Jack and Luke who were playing with their niece on floor. They both threw up their hands in innocence

"Sorry?" He leaned over to give you another hug, you shoved him away.