#I was OBSESSED with their books as a child

[ellecdc]

hello elle!! i saw you asking for pregnant reader/ dad marauders and i was thinking maybe one about one of them reading about baby’s and music and they’re all discussing what kind of music they wanna play if they want classical or baby music and tiny baby who cannot care any less just starts crawling towards the vinyls and picks something like bowie or queen?? i can imagine sirius losing his mind about it, i just know it would be funny!! i love the ones you’ve made so far i’m obsessed, you’re so talented <3

aaah so cute! thanks for the request!!! <3

dad!marauders x mum!reader who try to musicify their child [850 words]

CW: kid fic, written as fem!reader but no gender is specified - Remus calls you dove, one slightly dirty joke if you want it to be, fluff [I tried to avoid naming their kid for this one but it didn't feel right. I know I like to have Sirius' daughter's name to be 'Aurora' but idk what to do with poly fics yet]

You’d long since given up on trying to spare your child from their father’s nonsense. You have a feeling that Remus had too, though he couldn’t always help but stoke the coals of nonsense where he saw fit.

“I think it’s fine she’s not said her first word yet!” Sirius commented from the floor, sitting cross legged with his arms held aloft should he need to catch your daughter if her chubby little legs gave out on her. “Some say that if it takes them a long time to start speaking, then they’ll just start speaking in full sentences.”

“Yeah?” Remus commented sceptically as he sifted through the mail. “Who’s they?” 

“The books! The baby books!”

“The baby books?” Remus deadpanned, shooting you wink to let you know he was taking the piss.

“Yes! That’s why we need to start her on music now.” Sirius proclaimed, earning him a scoff from James who was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, also supervising your toddlers toddling. 

“Oh? We need to start her on music now? But when I wanted to start her on music back-”

“You didn’t want to start her on music, Jamie.” Sirius scolded. “You wanted to start her on ABBA.” 

“You take that back.” James demanded, pointing a severe finger at Sirius.

“Okay, okay.” Remus commented with his hands up placatingly. “Let’s all just take it easy, alright? There’s no need for this to escalate.” 

Sirius and James stared each other down a moment longer before they relented. 

“But we should probably get her started on Beethoven or Motzart.” Remus added as he disappeared into the kitchen, earning him ‘oi’s of protest from his two most theatrical partners.

“You’re trying to make my daughter boring.” Sirius accused.

“No.” Remus argued as he returned with a frozen teether for said daughter, moving to sit on the couch next to the chair you were situated in. “I’m trying to make our daughter intelligent.” 

“Y/N.” James whined then, causing you to look up from the book you were only pretending to read. “Moony’s trying to turn our daughter into a swot.”

“Remus.” You drawled in your most bored tone.

Remus played the part of a beat down suburban father. “Yes dear?” 

��Stop trying to give our daughter a fighting chance in McGonagall’s advanced transfiguration course.”

“Yes dear.”

“Thank you.” Sirius professed, smiling greatly at the child when she gurgled something around the teether. “Is that right, sweet girl? That almost sounded like the Arabic in the bridge of Bohemian Rhapsody!” 

“No,” James argued, “that sounded like the opening notes of Super Trouper.” 

“It sounded like the poor thing is cutting another tooth.” You countered as you held your arms open, earning you a slobbery smile around the teether she refused to spit out, watching as she took two unstable steps towards you before falling onto her bum. 

“Our little lovie won’t let that slow her down though, will she?” James cheered, earning him a squeal from his daughter as she took off crawling in the opposite direction.

“What would be her first words if she started speaking in full sentences, though?” You pondered aloud as you watched her stand on her knees in front of the record collection, banging her teether against the legs of the turntable. 

“Probably reminding Sirius to ‘use a sodding coaster’.” James chuckled.

“Or the common conciliatory ‘okay, moons’.” Remus snorted. 

“No! It should absolutely be ‘I solemnly swear I am up to no good’!” Sirius interjected.

“That’s kind of a mouthful for a wee babe.” Remus considered.

“You’re kind of a mouthful.” Sirius muttered.

“What about ‘mischief managed’?” You offered then, causing all three boys to sigh sentimentally. 

“No.” Sirius decided after a moment. “Her first word will definitely be ‘dove’.”

“I agree.” James added with a nod in your direction. “That’s probably the most said word in this house.”

“That’s not true.” Remus argued; his cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. 

Any further teasing at Remus’ sake was curtailed by an excited squeal from the child who was now standing at her full height with a record in one hand and its sleeve in the other.

“No way!” Both James and Sirius chorused, though it was James in excitement and Sirius in devastation. 

James all but launched himself at his daughter and scooped her up into his arms, eliciting even more delighted squealing as he placed the record of her choosing on the turntable and hit play. 

And what started playing from your well-used record player but Side Two of ABBA’s Greatest Hits Vol. 2.

“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life; ooooh!” James sang horribly out of tune to his daughter's delight and Sirius’ chagrin as you and Remus shared a look. 

“She’s not going to stand a chance in advanced transfiguration, is she?” 

“Perhaps not,” you offered as you watched James sing loudly at Sirius who beamed up at James and their daughter from his place on the floor, forgoing any act of irritation as he sang and bobbed along for your baby's sake, “but at least she’ll know how to dance.”

[thumperdaetime]

this way isn't the point, but as an (once) avid reader who dissociates: I read to Stop dissociating! various things in the world made me uncomfortable to the point of daily mental distress. and i was able to use books as semi-socially-aceaptable tools to keep myself alive long enough to get actual help. i was very lucky to live in a place and time that taught me to read and gave me access to new books. i love reading, it was my favorite way to keep form of not dissociating, got over 1000 accelerated reader points one school-year. i had to split the gift card reward with the person behind me, because she was also passing english and history, and i was doing nothing but reading and crying. as someone who has sense realized why i was reading. i get the impulse of the original. i do occasionally find things in my past that make me go "oh... so I've just been like this(tm) the whole time, i wish someone had told me." but, i agree it's unhelpful to prompt people to re-examine their past for things to pathologize. Exspecialy when there are so many other things we could Currently be working on. a better post might read: if you know a child who is obsessively instant on finding escapes from reality as much as possible, maybe check why they don't want to be in this reality? because the weirdest thing about realizing you were reading 200+pgs of text a day as a coping mechanism, is wondering how no-adults noticed or did anything.

[floofanflurr]

dyou have opinions on Mom Papyrus

LET! THE! MAN! BE! A! MOM!!!!!

HE'S A GREAT MOM!!!

I don't know if this is a teasing question, but I'M ANSWERING IT SERIOUSLY ANYWAY! :D

On a less silly note! I feel that Papyrus would just as happily be called Mom as he would Papa. Meaning that this is equivalent exchange in my books - mom Papyrus and dad Papyrus are the same thing and I ADORE BOTH! Rabid over them, tbh. (This line of dialogue is actually what sent me into my obsession.)

I WANT ALL THE MOM PAPYRUS CONTENT PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Especially if it's with Frisk. Please, the game has a child who needs a family and a character that says he would be a great mom, let him haVE THE KID PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Ahem. I mean. I'm totally normal about the concept of Papyrus being a mother and/or father to Frisk and any rabid screaming you hear is Just The Sounds Of The City.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hii!! Just a thought, would any of the yanderes baby trap a particularly difficult reader?

𝐘��𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘-𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! GN reader, children (lmao), manipulation, coercion into parenting, delusions, slight threats, impregnation mention (it’s not the reader, though), obligatory Tim Drake warning, mentions of possible harm to children.

I’m assuming you just mean the comic book yanderes. Let’s see!

I kept the actual baby-acquisition vague. Could be one or both of y’all’s biological kid, could be adopted, could be kidnapped. Who knows! I also gave them ratings on how they would be as a father, cuz why not.

Bruce Wayne: Yes. Absolutely. This is Bruce we’re talking about. You know, the guy who’s never beating the empty-nester allegations? As long as you’re with him, you’re bound to end up with a kid one way or another. Whether he set out to baby trap you or ended up with a child by chance, he is for sure going to hold it over your head. This kid is going to have both of their parents in their life, biological or not. It’s like a new kid spawns in the manor every time you get even a little bit rebellious. (7/10 father; still has his issues, but he’s learned from his past mistakes.)

Bucky Barnes: Okay, I don’t think he’d initially see himself as a family man. Just never crossed his mind, given his life as the Winter Solider. If he did end up with a kid, it would definitely be by accident. But when that happens, he’ll start to give it a little more thought. The idea of a family… it sounds so domestic; so normal. Uh-oh. Instant baby fever. Now he wants even more kids, and he’ll acquire them by any means necessary. Doesn’t manipulate you with any children, but you may feel obligated to stick around; the Winter Soldier does NOT seem like the type to be good at parenting. (5/10 father; doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s at least enthusiastic.)

Clark Kent: This man wants the classic nuclear family life. While he wouldn’t set out to baby-trap you, it will inadvertently happen with his desire for children. He wants to be tackled by at least 3 kids every time he comes home! And if he’s already had Jon, I can see him making it his mission to find the perfect spouse; that’s how he finds you!! Oh, you’re not good with kids? Doesn’t matter. This man is delusional as fuck. It’s not like he sees you for who you are, anyway. Keep in mind that he’s projecting an idealized version of a spouse onto you. (10/10 father; amazing with kids and is willing to pull your weight when you’re being difficult.)

Dick Grayson: If it comes down to it, he will. Any form of manipulation is fair game, and hey… he’s always dreamed of starting a family of his own one day. Even if you’re not big on kids, he’s willing to play the long game to try and get you to change your mind. And if you never do? Welp. That’s too bad. You’re still gonna end up with a child somehow (Dick’s got plenty of ways to make sure of that). When he finally gets what he wants, he’s for sure using the “think of our kid(s)” card any chance he gets. (9/10 father; he’s a family man at heart, and everyone around him thinks it was only a matter of time.)

Hal Jordan: A bit iffy on starting a family. He doesn’t hate kids, he just isn’t sure if he’s ready. However, as soon as he realizes a child in your life could make you more compliant, he quickly starts to sing a different tune. Now he’s all for having kids!! He’d be obsessed with the power it gives, every interaction between you two having that subtle warning of, “try and escape me now.” Papa-Bear Hal is not a force to be reckoned with. You may find yourself not liking the consequences of trying to break up this happy little family. (8/10 father; there’s a bit of a learning curve for him, but he’ll eventually fall into the groove of it.)

Jaime Reyes: Nope. The thought of having kids makes him sick to his stomach. He knows there’s something wrong with him… god only knows what would happen to his kids. The what if’s would drive him insane, easily trumping the possible gains of baby-trapping you. Sure, it might be a bit tempting — and he’ll admit, a small part of him wishes he could one day be a father — but not only would he feel extremely guilty, he also knows that it’s a bad fucking idea. Hopefully, he can continue to ignore Khaji Da’s own thoughts on the matter. It doesn’t matter how important “continuing the Reyes legacy” is, he’s not taking that risk. (6/10 father; despite his fits of spiraling paranoia, he needs to give himself a little more credit).

Peter Parker: Honestly, it’s a toss up. He’s got his concerns with being a father, but thinking about it makes him all giddy inside. I think this would be another case of accidental baby-trapping. He didn’t set out to do it, but hey… if it works, it works. Any “but what about our kid(s)” that he throws at you is by no means intentional manipulation; he’s just genuinely worried what would happen if you left. Then again, I can also see him slightly doing it. As soon as he realizes it works, he’ll keep it in mind. A thing he’ll tuck away for later and only use when absolutely needed. (9/10 father; loves his kid(s) and would do anything for them).

Remy LeBeau: Yeah, probably. As long as he’s in a position where he can have a kid or two, he’ll go for it. Remy secretly longs for a family (though he’ll never admit it), and if starting one means earning your compliance? Well, shit… that’s just killing two birds with one stone! But again, this depends on if he’s in a position where kids are viable. Should he still have some unfinished business to attend to, he’s not gonna be dumb enough to have kids. Growing up in the Thieves Guild taught him a thing or two about why that’s a bad idea. Otherwise, you are not immune to a sudden baby-acquisition by yours truly. (7/10 father; he gives chill baby daddy vibes who tries his best to be there for his kids.)

Scott Summers: Oh, yeah. It’s guaranteed to happen. This man is committed to having a semi-normal life, no matter how unrealistic that may seem. He wants a family. He wants you to be obedient. He wants a sense of normalcy, goddamnit. Y’all are having a kid whether you want one or not. And he leans heavily towards having a biological kid. If you don’t have the means to get pregnant — or fight tooth and nail against the idea — he’s 100% impregnating someone else and stealing their baby. Yes, it’s a crazy idea. Yes, he’s willing to go that far. Don’t test him. He’ll yell and shout at you about how you need to be there for this fucking kid, even if it’s not yours. It’s in your best interest if you comply. (6/10 father; he’s chronically fighting against the absent father allegations and MIGHT be winning… results are still pending.)

Steve Roger: Poor guy wants to settle down so bad. Yes, he’d baby-trap you, but I can see him feeling guilty for it. He knows it’s wrong, and it would especially weigh down on him if you didn’t even want kids in the first place. But he wants a family so bad. He can’t help it!! And as big of a piece of shit he may feel afterwards, he’ll do what’s necessary to make you behave. You need to be here for your kids! If a little bit of manipulation makes you stay, then so be it. He’s surprisingly good at guilt-tripping, making a good case with the image he has to uphold as Captain America. What would people think if they learned he was a single father? What assumptions would they make about you if you left him? Society might not be all that kind to you. It’s best to just stay. (8/10 father; can get a little busy, but he’s definitely there when it matters the most.)

Tim Drake: Not a fan of kids. There might be a chance of him coming up with a baby-trapping scheme during one of his weird fits, but let’s hope he snaps out of it before it’s too late. Do NOT let bro be a father. On the off-chance that he does acquire a kid… pray. And I mean PRAY. His version of baby-trapping ranges from “but this kid needs you” to “I will fucking kill this kid if you leave.” A situation like this means you have to familiarize yourself with Tim’s mood swings. Be compliant at first, then when he starts to second-guess himself, try to gently coax him into giving this child a better home. Hopefully, that poor kid will survive everything unscathed. Tim wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something bad happened to them. (0/10 father; he’d actually do an alright job when he’s mentally stable, but I think everyone — including Tim himself — would agree that he’d do more harm than good raising a kid.)

Wally West: Yup. No hesitation. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he will get to scheming immediately. His goal would be to make it seem like a natural evolution, even if you’re not keen on the idea of kids. Wally is such a master at masking his manipulation, to the point where it’s unclear if he’s actually baby-trapping you or not, and by the time you’ve realize it… welp… too late. Arguing with him is absolutely frustrating, cuz Wally West does not argue; he smooth talks until makes you feel like an idiot. Wanna know how cruel he is? Those kids will grow up to be accomplices in his manipulation, whether they know it or not. No one can put a stop to his fuckery. (9/10 parent; turns out to be a phenomenal father, I just have to take a point off simply because raising your kids to be just as manipulative as him probably isn’t good.)

[ghoulytheghost]

brought the haikyuu art book the other day cause I've had a shot week and i deserve it.

look at the sketches under the dust jacket!!! im obsessed with everything about it

im going to treat it like a first born child

when i picked it up from my campus post office the guy littrally went WOAH cause it was so heavy

[nowjumpinthewater]

children's books

the level of unhealthy obsession I had with them is insane

like I started acting like her at some point I think

and then imagine a three or four year old child always saying "ooh la la"

and when the chapter books came out I was eight I think and the obsession came back

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

[milfhunter6698]

Hello there can i request a fic? I saw that you write for AAA. So I’ve been so obsessed with this idea for a while now, so you know how lesbians cannot physically make babies right? BUT it’s sorta possible with magic. Married Agatha x reader making a baby together basically having sex where you like cast a fertility spell or something I don’t know it’s just something that’s been on my mind lately.

OH..my god… you’re a genius. So umm this is kinda crazy but you—asked and I shall deliver. But before you read this though, I’m not sure how a fertility spell exactly works, like I kind of did my research but decided to create my own version I guess? It’s not very detailed but I don’t know yeah anyway hope you like this!

wc: 2k

You sat on the edge of the bed, nervously fiddling with the hem of your nightgown as you watched Agatha light the candles in a precise circle on your bedroom floor. Her long black silky robe draped loosely over her frame, and she had her hair pulled back in a messy bun, an ancient-looking book cradled in her hands.

"Hey hon, you alright?" she asked softly, glancing up at you with her piercing blue eyes.

You managed a weak smile in response. "Yeah, it's just...you sure this crazy spell is actually gonna work?" you replied, trying to keep the skepticism out of your voice. You trusted your wife completely, but the idea of using magic to conceive a child still seemed far-fetched to you.

She closed the book and set it aside, then moved towards you with a reassuring smile. She stood hovering before you, gently lifting your chin with her slender fingers.

"It will, I promise. We've researched this extensively, remember? Our love is strong enough," she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin. A shiver ran through you at her touch.

After a long moment, she released your face and turned back to the circle of flickering candles, picking up where she left off with the complex incantations. You watched in awe as the final candle flared to life, casting an ethereal glow over the room. Being in the presence of Agatha's raw power never failed to leave you awestruck.

She took your hand and guided you to join her inside the circle. As you faced each other, the ancient words of the spell flowing from her lips, you felt a spark of hope ignite in your heart. If anyone could make this work, it was your brilliant, beautiful witch of a wife. You squeezed her hand and sent her a smile full of love and support, ready to begin this with her by your side.

You watched her sit down in the middle of the intricate circle you had drawn on the cold stone floor, ancient Latin words spilling from your lips as you chanted. The air grew thick with anticipation. Her eyes locked with yours as she raised a ceremonial dagger, the blade glinting in the flickering candlelight.

With a graceful motion, she pressed the tip against her palm, drawing a thin line of crimson. She held out her hand, offering you the knife. Heart pounding, you took it and mimicked her actions, feeling the sting as the metal broke your skin.

Your bloodied hands clasped together, fingers intertwining. The voices of your ancestors seemed to swell, echoing off the chamber walls as you reached the crescendo of the incantation. One final step remained— the sacred union that would seal your pact.

Agatha leaned in, her long fingers tracing your trembling lips. You locked eyes, letting her in and savoring the coppery taste of blood as a soft groan escaped your throat. Suddenly, she claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, and you felt the power surge between you, crackling in the air.

Her strong hands gripped your waist, pulling you down onto her lap. Time seemed to slow as your bodies pressed together, the heat building between you with every touch.

Your heart thundered in your chest as you pulled Agatha close, your lips crashing together with an urgent need. Her body seemed to melt against yours, fitting perfectly as if you were two pieces of a puzzle finally united. Your tongues danced and intertwined in a passionate dance, the kiss deepening growing more intense and desperate with every shared breath.

Your hand quivered as you guided hers lower, between your thighs, craving her intimate caress. Her skilled fingers found your sensitive bud, stroking it with exquisite precision, alternating between teasing circles and firm pressure.

"Oh god, Agatha..." you moaned softly, your voice trembling with desire as you arched into her touch. Waves of pleasure coursed through you, making you gasp into her mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily against her hand.

You stared up at her with lust-filled eyes, completely captivated by her beauty and the intensity of the moment. She captured your lips in another passionate kiss, her tongue exploring yours with fervent desire. Your breath grew ragged, your body burning with an insatiable need as her free hand found your breast, kneading it gently, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

"Please..." you whimpered needfully, writhing above her, lost in the haze of lust clouding your mind. The ache for her touch consumed you entirely, your libido felt ten times stronger than ever in this very moment, leaving you shaking with want. Your core throbbing with an aching emptiness, desperate to be filled by her touch, to feel her inside you, completing you.

Another moan escaped you, soft and needy as her fingers continued their tortuous teasing of your sensitive clit. Your kisses grew more sloppy and desperate, the room around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure, unbridled passion.

Breaking away to catch your breath, you rested your forehead against hers, your arms draped over her shoulders. Your chest heaved with each jagged breath, your skin flushed glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Agatha's other hand remained firmly on your lower back, fingers splayed supporting you as you rocked your hips, riding her skilled fingers with increasing urgency.

Your hand moved up from the back of her neck to tangle in her silky hair once more, gripping the strands as pleasure coursed through you like electricity. The thin strap of your gown slipped down your shoulder, exposing more of your flushed skin to her touch. Her lips immediately found the newly revealed flesh, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

Craving more, you dragged her head back and claimed her lips once again in a deep kiss, tongue delving into her mouth, exploring and tasting. Breaking away, you pushed down the front of her robe with trembling hands, exposing her flushed skin to your hungry gaze. She did the same to you, her eyes dark with desire, and you eagerly lifted your arms up so she could yank your gown off completely, leaving you naked and vulnerable before her.

Your lips met again in a clash of passion as she dipped you back sitting up on her knees, her arm securely wrapped around your waist. You helped her tug her robe down further, both of you desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. As your breasts pressed together, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations coursing through your bodies.

Your kisses resumed as Agatha pulled you closer, flush against her body, heat flaring like fire between you. Her arm remained cocooned around your waist kept you steady even as the room spun with the force of her desire. Candles flared brightly, magic swirling around you in a sensual dance as your hips met in a perfect rhythm of your making.

You felt her pleasure ripple through you, intimately bound to yours in a way that defied description. The connection between you was so intense, it was as if your very souls were merging. "Agatha," you breathed her name like a sacred prayer, as you leaned back, supporting your weight with your hands on the floor hands behind you.

Her soft gasp at your touch set every nerve alight, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. She pulled you closer still, your bodies pressed together so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Your lips ghosted over hers, barely touching yet intoxicating in their closeness. You drank in the heady mix of joy and desire in her gaze, feeling it mirror your own overwhelming emotions.

Tears glistened in her eyes, caught in the flickering candlelight just right, the sight of her vulnerability, so raw and beautiful, made your heart swell with an indescribable tenderness. With a groan of desperate need, you captured her mouth with fervor, losing yourself in her sweetness. You poured everything you were feeling into the kiss—your love, your passion, your hopes and dreams for the future you were creating together.

She responded instantly, matching your intensity with her own. A moan of pleasure escaped into your parted mouth, this felt unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Your bodies were in perfect sync, as if guided by some primal, instinctual force. Every touch, every caress sent heavy waves of sparks coursing through your veins.

"Oh god! fuck... I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. Agatha's hand found your face, cradling it tenderly as she pressed her head against yours.

"De ultimo produc—" she began, her voice husky with desire, but the words died on her lips unable to finish the sentence as a breathy moan escaped her. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on yours, dark with passion and something more—a hint of the magical energy swirling through the air.

The tension in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an otherworldly electricity. A warm sensation blossomed in your chest, spreading outward like lava through your veins. The heat of your exchange transported you to another plane of existence, your head spinning as you struggled to catch your breath. With a deliberate, sensual roll of your hips, an all-consuming tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you.

You both moaned simultaneously, the candles surrounding you flared brightly, their flames almost reaching towards the ceiling as if responding to your shared climax. The orgasm that ripped through you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before—so intense that your entire body quaked with the force of it, radiating from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes.

Agatha collapsed against you, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her hot, ragged breaths tickled your skin, as your arms instinctively wrapped around her, holding her close while your nails dug into the soft flesh of her back.

Suddenly, a sharp loud gasp tore from your throat followed by a whimper as you felt something shift within you— a powerful surge of energy, unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was as if you'd been pulled into another dimension, one where the boundaries between your body and the universe itself had dissolved. As the moment quickly faded, you found yourself being gently pulled back to reality by the soothing sound of your wife’s voice. You shivered, when her hand traced a comforting path along your shoulder, grounding you in the present.

"You okay, my love?" she murmured, her tone laced with concern and tenderness.

Still panting softly, you nodded and pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. The look in her eyes was one of wonder and love so profound it took your breath away.

She reached up, tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear with infinite gentleness. "Did you feel it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, strained with a mixture of hope and awe.

You swallowed hard, still a bit dazed by the intensity of what had just transpired. Your brows furrowed slightly as you processed the question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes..." you breathed, the single word carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.

A breathy laugh escaped Agatha, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy. Her hands came up to cup your face, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as she shook her head in disbelief. "It worked..." she whispered, her voice filled with wonder and elation.

A soft chuckle bubbled up from your chest as you pulled her close once more, overcome with love and happiness. Your foreheads rested together, and Agatha nuzzled her nose against yours in a tender eskimo kiss. For a long moment, you simply sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking and the miracle you had just created together. In this moment surrounded by the warm glow of the candles, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt more complete than you ever had before.. you closed your eyes and savored the perfect, magical moment, knowing that there was no turning back—you were bound together now, irrevocably tied by blood and passion.

[sepublic]

Manny Noceda Haunting the Narrative

We all speak of Caleb haunting the narrative, but what of Manny? Perhaps haunting isn’t the exact right word here, for its foreboding connotations; But he’s ultimately an unseen, unheard ghost whose influence can be felt. Whose absence is there, more clearly than others to be honest because we know that Luz had to have a father, it’s not ambiguous for witches like it is for humans.

From the very first scene, we have to wonder where Manny is if he’s not present during Luz’s conference but Camila is; He’s not even present for Luz to be sent off. He’s not mentioned or acknowledged.

But we have the book he gave Luz, the one that Luz is drawn back towards, and it’s what leads her to the Boiling Isles, and motivates her to stay there for her own sake. It’s what motivates Luz to think of herself, when by the second half of the show she begins to refuse that option as inherently selfish.

If Homesick had aired during S1B, we’d have gotten a glimpse of Manny, but specifically, curiously faceless; Until then, Luz sees a parental figure deteriorating from an incurable illness and is obsessed with handling it, offering medical advice to Eda at one point.

And in Yesterday’s Lie, there’s still no Manny or mention of him, but we see glimpses of his body without the face. And then finally, finally we get Reaching Out and realize; He died. There was no divorce, it’s not that Manny is dead to mother and daughter, only literally. He’s still very much alive to them, Luz is worried about paying tribute to him in that episode.

Camila mourns the loss of Manny, someone who was always better at her about being a weirdo, and without him she feels lost, falls back into what society demands of her, and in doing so hurts their daughter. She mourns that she misses him, but Camila can’t depend on Manny to be what Luz needs her to be; She’ll be Manny, for Luz but also herself too. And Luz herself struggles to be the unapologetic Manny as well, and must do it for herself especially.

It’s the way Manny recontextualizes everything about the Nocedas. It’s the way he haunts the narrative himself, because we noticed, we had to, we had to ask where he was. Why is he not there for Luz or Camila, would he support her, is Camila also struggling from his absence? We don’t need his face or voice or an outright flashback to feel and appreciate Manny’s influence (Though I would’ve loved one).

And in a way, it’s like Dana Terrace’s own father is doing the same; With it being confirmed that Dana’s dad gave her a copy of Pokémon Red before he died, you understand perfectly that Luz is Dana, Manny is her father. Dana still likes Pokémon to this day, she’s done crossover art with Pokémon and her own show.

When it came out, Pokemon was targeted by Evangelicals as evil, it was absurd; And we see the Conformatorium perform similar absurdities in the same first episode where Luz is shown to hold onto her father’s last gift, and her fight with the Conformatorium is her fight with the system that made Luz feel ashamed of Manny’s gift and the profound impact it had on her.

The villain of the show manipulates Luz and makes her think she’s just like him, something Luz acknowledges means being a selfish, destructive force; Unsurprisingly, the villain is a Puritan, the ancestor of evangelicals, who agrees on the similarities but not on these things being evil.

And between Caleb and Manny, perhaps Caleb is defined incorrectly when it comes to how he influences things. Because Caleb does not really motivate Belos, Belos always wanted to be a witch hunter before he could claim to be betrayed by Caleb, he did it for himself. He made Grimwalkers but still continues the harm unto and through them that Caleb stood against. Caleb failed to do anything with Belos, tbh, and all that is passed on are empty genes that a racist would obsess over, but never the spirit as Luz did with Manny.

But what about Caleb’s child? Manny is defined as a father to Luz. What about someone Caleb was a father to as well? His unborn child, the ancestor of Eda. Caleb was a wood carver who loved Flapjack, and the Clawthornes had a tradition of carving Palismen. Could it not be implied that Evelyn carried on his unseen and unheard, yet felt love to their child, born after the death? And this love for the isles and magic and Palismen was passed all the way down to Dell, and then Eda.

And it’s Eda who helps Luz, another human, embrace her love for the isles and magic and Palismen. Evelyn’s descendant helps another human. Luz sees Eda in Manny, she’s his successor as someone who’s present for Luz when Camila can’t always be. Eda loves wild magic and her Palisman, gives Owlbert more autonomy than other witches, and helps the Bat Queen arrange Palismen to find new partners. And what goes around comes around when Caleb’s contribution to Palismen, started by Flapjack, helps Flapjack find a new friend and set in motion events that would lead to the Clawthornes’ injustice being rectified.

I’ve seen people argue that Hunter being with Willow makes him a copy of Caleb, but in addition to Hunter’s arc being him not caring what he does or doesn’t resemble… I think maybe the true parallel to Caleb and Evelyn is Manny and Camila; Both came to Gravesfield, the father was a weirdo with an open mind. He died, the mother mourned, but he passed on something to a child, who would eventually pass it on to Luz herself as both stories and families converge.

So Evelyn and Caleb’s child haunts the narrative; They’re Luz in a sense. Manny haunts the narrative too, since the start. He is Caleb, and so he is Eda who carries that spirit. And he is Eda because she carries the spirit for Luz. Manny is Dana Terrace’s own father, who inspired her to keep being a weirdo, which led to this show. So not only is Manny more important to the narrative’s framing and focus as the main character’s father, whose absence motivates both a disconnect between mother and daughter that leads Luz to the isles, but also motivates Luz to stay?

In a way, Manny represents the father of the series, the father of the show that reflects Dana’s own experiences and beliefs. One could say he haunts Dana’s own life, except… Perhaps the word ‘haunt’ is incorrect. Because it has a negative connotation. Perhaps the word is Inspire; Manny may be dead, we may know little of Mr. Terrace or Manny himself. But we can say that Manny lived, because of his impact, his life had meaning and it always will. Something is in motion, so we all know and understand ask what, or who set it that way.

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A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter Five

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 3,186

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

Finally at the first stop towards your journey to Winterfell, You stepped out of the carriage, and followed the rest of the Starks into the small inn. Robb followed closely behind. The first thing you all did was sit at a large table and enjoy a nice hot meal. 

Robb watched you the entire time, he couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd made you come, thinking about how you seemed so desperate and needy for his touch. How he'd been able to break you even for just a little bit and how you were still acting so defiant towards him despite it all. 

You ate your meal quietly, chatting every now and again to Lady Stark or Robb's little siblings. Robb tried to participate in your conversations but his mind was elsewhere. His mind continued to drift to you, thinking over how you sounded in that carriage. 

The inn was nice enough, it wasn't the fanciest of places you had been in before, but then again you were a princess who grew up in a large castle, nothing would be as fancy. The people who worked there were nice enough, and after a good night's sleep, you were back in that damn carriged, though this time, Robb's little sister Sansa had wanted to sit with you both. Robb wanted to argue, but you had given permission before he could even speak. Though it was probably best, otherwise he knew he'd do absolutely unspeakable things to you in the carriage. 

"Will I be able to help you with your hair for the wedding?" Sansa asks, even at ten she was obsessed with everything to do with weddings, boys, looking pretty. 

"Of course little one" You answer, smiling softly. The two of you spoke more of the wedding, and you found yourself a little excited. For the wedding part, not the Robb part...right? 

Robb smiled as he listened to the two of you chat. It was actually kind of cute, to see how you were with Sansa, he thought. He thought you were so sweet and patient with her. It was yet another side to you, the warm, caring princess who was so good with children. Sansa asked so many questions, all of which you were happy to answer. Until one question that left you flushing red. 

"What happens after you wedding? Mother won't tell me" 

You choked on air slightly as the words left her lips. That little question caught both you and Robb by surprise. 

"Uhh unfortunately that isn't something we can tell you, sweet Sansa" You spoke carefully "Perhaps your brother can tell you"

Robb had to laugh out loud at that, covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle the sound. He couldn't help himself, the idea of Sansa trying to ask him about wedding night activities and what happens between bride and groom was too hilarious to him. You smiled at Robb as Sansa looked at Robb expectantly. 

"Uhh what exactly do you mean, Sansa?" Robb asks her. 

"What happens after you wed?" She asks again. 

Robb had started to feel a little flustered now, having both Sansa and your eyes on him. Sansa's face was completely innocent, and she looked so hopeful for an answer. He didn't exactly know how to explain this to her, but he attempted to do so anyway. 

"Uh, well...usually the bride and groom do something to celebrate the wedding in their room, alone" 

You smirked at him, enjoying this thoroughly. "Perhaps you can tell me about the dress you'll wear" You say smiling sweetly to Sansa, deciding to save Robb from this conversations. Robb couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, secretly grateful that you'd change the subject, saving him from having to explain any further to Sansa. 

The day carried on, the journey had been pretty uneventful so far. Sitting alone with Robb and Sansa had been pretty interesting. Spending time with them both had actually been fun. But you were thankful when you had finally reached the second inn for the night. The carriage had made your body ache and you needed a soft bed to lie in. 

When in the inn you walked to your room and flopped down on the bed, lying on the end stretching out. You'd only been in your room for a few minutes when there was a soft knock at your door. You knew exactly who it was. 

"Yes?" You called out. Robb pushed the door open and walked into your room, shutting the door behind him. He looked at you, laying on the bed, how soft your body looked, how inviting... 

"Stark!" You say in utter surprise, not expecting him to actually walk into your room. He chuckled softly and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge next to your lying figure. He looked down at you, stretched out in front of him. Gods, you looked so good like this....he could feel the want stirring within him.... 

"Did I scare you princess?"

"You shouldn't be in my room..."You say quietly. He smirked leaning closer to you, moving so his upper body almost hovered over your body. 

"And yet, here I am..."

"You really don't care for rules, do you?" You ask, laughing softly. It felt weird to laugh in his presents, but you kinda liked it. 

Robb chuckled...Rules? There were so many rules and he didn't care for any of them. Not when you were right here, underneath him, the way you should be. The defiant look in your eyes only fueled his urge more, he knew deep down you wanted him and as bad as he wanted you. Your eyes betrayed you. 

"No, princess, I don't care for rules"

"I've noticed" You say quietly. You knew you should sit up, get off the bed and demand he leaves your room, but you didn't. "I'm exhausted, what is it?"

"I want you, princess" He whispers, his face lowered towards yours. 

"You marry me in a few weeks, you get me then" You answer, wanting to lean up, press your lips to his. But you didn't. 

"Ah...but my lovely, sweet princess..." He suddenly lowers himself even closer to you, his breath touched your lips "I want you now"

"We can't" You whisper. He groaned at your words, and the tone of your voice. That beautiful whisper of yours. Gods, you were driving him crazy, and you weren't even doing anything. He wanted you now, wanted to feel your body against his, hear all the pretty sounds he could make you make again... 

"And why can't we, princess?" 

"You know why" You whisper wanting so bad to touch him. Let him touch you again. 

"Who cares if it's scandalous?" 

"I am a princess, I will not have rumours of doing such things before I am married" You answer a little more forceful. The inn was too busy, too many possible people to hear you to such things with him. 

"You're driving me insane" He mutters, closing his eyes and lifting up from you, he sits at the end of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his hands on his head. 

"Why the sudden urge to touch me? What happened to us hating one another?" You ask quietly, sitting up and matching his pose. 

Robb laughed at that, you were absolutely right. What had happened to him? Why did he suddenly want you so badly, when only a few days ago all he wanted was to run away and not marry you. He wasn't even sure himself, but the fact remained that all he wanted right now was you, to feel your body against his, to feel you beneath him and hear the pretty sounds you made when he touched you...

"I don't know princess, I'm not sure what happened. But I don't care about hating you anymore" He finally admitted out loud. 

"You don't?" You whisper, not believing his words. He shook his head, he really couldn't care about hating you anymore. 

"No, I don't care about hating you. I just want you"

"I...I don't want to hate you anymore" You whisper, looking up at him. His blue eyes looking into yours. Robb leaned a little closer to you. 

"Good, because I don't want to hate you anymore, either, princess" 

"Maybe...we could try and be friends...until our wedding in a few weeks time?" You ask slowly. 

"Ah...friends, huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you can not be a dick for once" You say smiling. 

"I suppose I could be a little nicer"

"That's all I ask" You say softly. He chuckled again, the urge to pull you into his lap was intense. But he wouldn't. 

"And you'll be nice in return?" He asks, his eyes on you. 

"I can definitely try" 

"That'll do, princess" He answers, a soft smile on his lips. You felt your lips smile as he did. 

"Right...well you better be off to your room" You say carefully, trying not to sound too harsh in your tone. Robb chuckled again, knowing he should listen to your words. But he didn't want to leave. You were sitting right here, looking so damn good....

"You're really going to make me leave?"

"You want your family to find you in my room?" You ask, Lord and Lady Stark would berate him if they found him in here, and as much as you'd like to see that, it wouldn't be right. 

"Damn it, you're right" He groaned. 

"Goodnight Star...Robb" You say smiling, his smile widen, he really liked his name on your lips. 

"Goodnight princess" He says before leaving you to your room. 

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The remainder of the journey to Winterfell took a few more weeks, and was more enjoyable now you and Robb decided you were going to try and be friends. Being able to talk to one another without being hateful and defiant towards each other all the time was a pleasant change...though it was a little bit torturous having to act as friends when you both wanted to jump each other's bones. 

You were relieved when the carriages stopped in Winterfell. You were exhausted and were ready for a long hot bath and a lie in your bed. 

"So this is Winterfell?" You say as you step out of your carriage, you take hold of Robb's hand and he helps you climb out. Robb smiled as he watched you look around, the courtyard before the castle was cold, and busy, the people of Winterfell stood around watching Robb's new soon to be wife, you smiled and waved as you saw the people. It made you uncomfortable having so many eyes on you, but as a princess, you were used to it. 

"Welcome to Winterfell, princess" Robb said to you, his hand still on yours by your side. 

"Thank you, Robb" You smile softly, you shivered slightly, not used to the cold air on your skin, but it wasn't nearly as bad as you imagined it to be. 

"Come, let's get you settled" Robb said leading you by his hand through the courtyard, the younger of the Stark siblings were running ahead to get into the castle, whilst Lord Stark and Lady Stark slowly wandered behind, speaking to various people. 

"Thank you" You say smiling up at him "I'm ready for a long bath"

Robb chuckled lightly, he imagined you laying in the tub, all relaxed. Not that he had any idea what you'd look like laying back in the tub just yet, but he damn sure wanted to find out soon...

"Your new handmaidens should be preparing a bath for you right now, princess" He said. 

"Oh wonderful...." You beamed at him. Robb showed you around the castle first, showing you the main areas, including the library, you were most excited to spend time in there. And finally when you had seen most of the castle, the important parts he showed you to your room, it was your temporary room, until you were wed to him. 

"Thank you Robb, I'll see you at dinner" You smile at him as you both stood outside your room's door. Robb was feeling reluctant to part with you, he needed to find something to keep himself occupied for the next few hours between now and when it was time for dinner, otherwise he'd probably go insane with the urge to go to your room and see you again, to spend more time with you....

"Okay, see you at dinner, princess. Have a nice bath"

"I will" You say, smiling up at him fondly. You walked into your room, it was decent enough, a little darker than you were used to. Your handmaidens greeted you with a simple bow and showed you to your bath, they helped you undress and you stepped into the hot water, you sighed happily as you settled, you had not wanted to get your hair wet so whilst you soaked in the lavender scented water you had your handmaids do your hair, they were careful and left your hair mostly loose with a few plaits. 

Once the water started to become colder you stepped out, allowing your handmaids to dry you and help you dress in one of your new dresses, better suited for the cold of Winterfell. It was a deep purple dress that covered your arms completely which you were grateful for. Once done you had a servant show you the way to the feast hall, and once there you found all the Stark's sitting around the table. 

It was a smaller table than the one in Kingslanding, it was more intimate, more...family like. 

Robb looked up as you entered the room, his cool demeanor went out the window as he saw you enter. You looked beautiful, the deep purple of your dress making you look...so perfect. He then stood and walked over to you, meeting you mid room, he took your hand in his and kisses your knuckles, he lead you towards the table and pulled out the chair in between his spot and next to his mother. 

You waited whilst Lord Stark spoke to you, welcoming you to Winterfell formally, and then the meal was served. Robb watched you idly as you began to eat, his thoughts consumed by you. You were so close to him, the faint scent of your skin driving him crazy, the way your dress hugged your body so perfectly...He was getting to be more and more tempted to just forget his promise to you, to stop acting like a good boy and take you right there on the table....

"Robb?" You say again, his eyes were on you, but he hadn't responded the first time you called his name. 

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard you speak, he looked at you with a startled expression. 

"Yes, princess?"

"Didn't you hear what your mother asked?" You asked him, giggling softly. 

He blinked, not having heard any question from you or his mother. He'd been too distracted in his daydream to hear or notice anything at all.

"Ah...no. Sorry mother, I didn't hear...Could you repeat the questions?" Robb speaks, an awkward smile on his lips. 

"I thought tomorrow you could take the princess for a ride through the woods, she says she'd like to explore Winterfell before the winter comes" Lady Stark repeated herself. 

Robb blinked, surprised by his mother's words. A simple ride through the woods...It was far too tempting to get you all alone, with no one around, nothing separating you from him in the thick, cold woods...but he knew he had to say yes....

"Ah...Yes, I can take her riding, mother, what a lovely idea" Robb smiled, taking a large gulp of his ale. 

"Oh really? Thank you Robb, I'd truly love that" You exclaimed excitedly, your horse had come with you on the journey and it had been weeks since your last ride. Robb couldn't help the goofy smile that was forming on his face. Gods, he couldn't wait to have you all alone in the woods, with all that privacy and nowhere for anyone to see you, no one to stop or prevent him if he just took you right there in the woods...Gods...

"Robb?" You say, seeing he was daydreaming again. 

"Ah..yes princess? Sorry, was I staring?" He asks, he definitely was, that purple dress on you, your perfect hair, your golden skin in the harsh white of Winterfell, it was too much for him, he was overwhelmed with your beauty. 

"Yes.."You answer with a small giggle "But I asked you a question, did you hear me?"

Dammit...He thought, he needed to screw his head back on, getting so easily distracted. He was the future Lord of Winterfell, he couldn't let himself get so distracted by his future wife. 

"No, I'm sorry, could you repeat it?" He asks a little sheepishly. 

"Would you be kind enough to walk me back to my room? I'm exhausted after the long journey here" You ask again. 

"Yes, of course princess, I'd love too" He grins, standing up. He watched as you stood and smooth out your dress and then you held your hand out, taking his arm. You say goodnight to his parents and family and then he starts leading you from the room. You were so tired, struggling to even keep your eyes open now, luckily Robb's arm was keeping you steady as you walked. 

A small part of you wanted to push him against the wall, press your lips against his. As you walked through the halls, he didn't same much, just like dinner, he barely spoke to you. It made your brows furrow, and finally when you reached your bedroom door, you stopped walking and stood directly in front of him. 

"Have I done something to upset you?" You ask, a small pang of panic surging through your heart. 

Robb looked down at you confused, he then realised how quiet he had truly been this evening. 

"No princess...No you haven't done anything wrong"

"Are you sure....Because since we've been in Winterfell, you've barely said a word to me" You say, you didn't want to sound pathetic but you couldn't help yourself. Those last few weeks of the journey were wonderful, you and Robb spoke about everything, got so much closer. 

"I promise, you haven't upset me, I've just....I've had a lot on my mind" He tries to explain. 

"Oh...right..well if you're sure, thank you for walking me to my room, Robb" You say quietly as you reach up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

"You're welcome princess, get a good night's rest, okay?" 

"Of course, goodnight" You say and then you walk into your room. Robb stood there for a moment, watching as you disappeared into your room. It took every ounce of his strength not to follow you inside and do terrible, shameful things to you right there and then. But he knew he had to control himself. And the thought of taking you out riding in the woods tomorrow...Now that would be a real challenge to control himself. 

"Goodnight, my princess"

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Last song: Ragdoll by Vana

Favorite color: oof so red, black, purple and blue?

Last book: Realistically, I haven’t read and actual book since school and I think it was “The child called it” which is a super fucked up true story.

Last movie: Beetlejuice (original)

Last Tv Show: Halloween Bake Off

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: all? I like salty things😂 I eat a lot of sweet though to? Idk man I just like food

Relationship status: Engaged! Getting married 9/20/25!

Last thing I googled: What Siyan meant and laughing my ass off to realized it’s DBZ 😂

Current obsession: Playing COD Zombies😂

Looking forward to: Next year lol I just wanna get the wedding over and just be married lol.

Tagging: @doitforbangchan @biteyoubiteme @seungminssangel @seung-mong @jeongin-lvr @hyuniepies @hyunjins-orange-slice-too and anyone else!

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last song: the phantom of the opera

favorite color: muted green

last book: uhhhhhh oh man i really need to start reading books

last movie: phantom of the opera which i watched with a friend

last tv show: the original star trek which i also watched with a friend

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i love sugar too much

relationship status: single and not looking, i'd rather just have more friends

last thing i googled: "how to know if skincare routine is too harsh" my pimples hurt in a Different way now :(

current obsession: probably still mob psycho 100 but it's not what it used to be. yay depression

looking forward to: when my family finally moves into the new house

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EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK AMAZON IS BRINGING OUT A SHOW BASED ON MY FAVOURITE BOOK WHEN I WAS A KID AND IT'S COMING OUT IN MAY AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HEARD ABOUT IT?????

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my new brain worm is thinking about how the irish meaning of ronan is “little seal” which at first glance is unimportant, until you learn that the name comes from the irish mythology about selkies.

in the specific legend that the name “ronan” comes from, a seal is warned not to get too close to land. when the seal is washed ashore by a wave she becomes trapped in human form after a fisherman, and soon to be her husband, hides her seal-skin. she builds a life with the fisherman — having children, known as “ronans”/“little seals” — but longs to return to the sea, longs to be able to freely transform between seal and human. she eventually finds her seal-skin and returns to the sea but keeps a watchful eye on her beloved children and husband.

this name is undeniably perfect for ronan. the selkie myth is his dreaming, his otherworldliness, in another universe. the selkie people are not just seals or just humans, they are both — just like ronan. the journey of the selkie — being trapped, not entirely unhappily on land but longing for something different, something more true to her, and ultimately finding a way back to the sea — is so perfectly ronan. ronan doesn’t return to his sea — or, he does, but only temporarily, only to see what his sweetmetal sea could feel like, what going back to greywaren’s world would be like — but he finds new power, new control and ends his own entrapment in the waking world not by leaving completely but through gained knowledge, vulnerability, and honesty.

“he belonged in both those worlds.

he belonged in neither.”

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Comfy & cozy are we ✨🎄

[thybirbman]

Bird, I just need you to know, I think about these dudes daily. I think about them and their little cliche every single day and I think about modern Konoha would react to them and how they would react to modern Konoha and I think about them so much, it's probably not healthy. I don't have the words to explain how much I think about them, but it's so so much.

Specifically I think about how you drew Haruka, I can imagine her voice in my head so fucking clearly from just those two first shots of her. Deep and smooth, still womanly just way deeper than average, she kinda sounds like she's constantly on the verge of yawning, but she's actually only one step away from the most terrifying growl.

But also I love how you drew the twins and Ichigo holding up Sakumo like he's simba, which he basically is. It's just such a kid thing to do. You find out you're about to have a little cousin, and you're old enough that you know kids are a rarity in your family, so you're just like, "YOOOO! CHILD!!!!" Even if you don't 100% get it, you get it's a big deal and the only way you know how to deal with that is hold the kid high and tell everyone about how YOOOOO THERE IS A FREAKING CHILD YOOOOOO!!! And I love how mischievous the twins look. I wanted to make all the noises when Haru said, "Oh boy, exciting stuff," about Orochinatsu looking at ants while leaning on them with one arm. It's just so- I can tell they're interested but also they don't get it, they're faking getting it because it is interesting and they do wanna know more and they do care, but they don't GET IT get it. It's an older siblings trying to get it bc well, they got nothing better to do, but also they care, so they wanna hang out with you, and they wanna GET IT get it. Well, they do have better things to do, they have PLANS, but they care about Natsu and want them to know that they're not saying watching ants is stupid, (they think it's a lil stupid in that it's boring but they're not gonna say that bc they care and it's not them watching ants so they're not gonna ruin it for them for no good reason) Natsu is clearly enjoying themselves, just they have this idea and if you have the time maybe you wanna join-

Also, Tesuo's panel. I love his expression when inner him is going; "I'm finally free!!!~" in contrast to his outwardly uncaring facade. Just love his design in general. I love all your Hatake designs, I am so mentally ill about them, I love the Hatake, I'm obsessed with them, and I love your interpretation of them.

I love the Nara twins' designs and Hiname's design too- absolutely love the Hatake twins having decided to be here minions for the fuck of it. God, that is so in character and such a teenage thing to do. "Hey, let's just be this lil kid's slaves for the fun of it. I got nothing better to do, and I think she's funny, I wanna reinforce her bad habits. Also, I just wanna see what happens." 100% said by at least 59 teenagers every day. And Shiruka just being so done with the twins' shit, but also not leaving bc those are her besties (she never said this, and if you ever say she did, she is... not stabbing you, too much effort. She's putting in a bad word of you to her friends tho and they have all the energy in the world to socially destroy you). If they lived in the real world, they 100% met in college and became lifelong friends. Shiruka crashed on their couch for a while while between jobs, and Shiruka picked them up from bars more than once bc they were both too drunk to drive.

Also, I'd go on depth of my love of Orochinatsu and Hiname, but oof ouch my fingies are cramping, so just know I love them both just as much. Tho the twins + Shiruka are definitely my favorite, but I love all of them so much!

And I just- aaaaahhhhh! Too many feels, too few words. I love them all so much. I love the rivalry they got going on with other clan kids. I daydream about them going about their day and the Naruto cast doing a "watch the series/read the book they're from" trope type thing except they're watching their ancestors and also love them bc I cannot contain so much love in one person and I have to imagine hoards of people loving them as much as I do to function.

Silly, early Konoha lore and oc things drawn while thinking about this post

!!! early konoha my beloved !!! I have so many thoughts ab it, I want to write a fic that's just silly early Konoha things viewed from the perspective of the less important clan members and their everyday lives. I'm aware the audience for that is incredibly small but I have too much fun just thinking ab it to really care!

Ichigo remains the only naruto oc Ive ever actually written for (in one step three steps), tho Haruka has been mentioned in multiple fics of mine now just bc she fills the role of Tobirama + Hashirama's blood aunt that I needed to be filled in my "Kakashi interacts with Tobirama w the knowledge that they are directly related" fics, of which there are now multiple

but yeah, take some silly art and lore comics !! I had fun while making these and will now probably put all these ocs on a shelf where I will not touch them for some more months

[thestuffedalligator]

The sacred texts

[antigonenikk]

modern day liebgott is an uber driver who exclusively plays chief keef on his busted out speakers. his car is a 2004 toyota corrolla that smells like cigarette smoke and axe body spray. the rubber is peeling off of two of the doors. the left blinker does not work. a door handle has been mysteriously ripped off and the windows wont roll down. he has ten parking tickets he refuses to pay off and does not care about right of way. if hes delivering your food for uber eats you can count on the fact that he has eaten some of your fries. in spite of all of this he pulls more bitches than all of his friends combined.