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I was going through old art and found this gem that I don't think got the recognition it deserved 😤
It was originally from a raffle I hosted over on Twitter in 2019 with the winner Karanthos having me draw one of their OCs!
#op oc#monster#exophilia#raffle winner#misc monster#monster lover#monster kink#orange#jplupine art#It's the peets I love peets <3#terato
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me trying to find the motivation to get through a day like:
#the wingfeather saga#peet the sockman#artham p. wingfeather#the wingfeather saga tv show#memes#behold a wingfeather meme!#rather pleased with how this turned out#the best boy <3#okay but seriously when I'm having a bad day at work I do really find the pictures/screenshots of peet I have stashed on my phone#and stare at them for a while#but hey my counselor says staring at something you love for 5 minutes a day can improve your mental health!#this is also janner all throughout the series xD#janner having a hard time: what would uncle artham do#me: same
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Very seriously considering buying the first editions of The Wingfeather Saga I just found on ebay even though I already own the four new (2020) hardcovers. It’s only gonna be about 65 dollars for all four of them which includes The Warden and the Wolfking which, due to how it was originally released, always costs a LOT because it’s rare by default... so it’s a really good deal... even though I don’t technically need them...
#books#the wingfeather saga#the warden and the wolf king#tbh I just. REALLY want the pictures from the original WatWK#I LOVE them SO MUCH#I buy them from joe sutphin (the illustrator)'s etsy shop a lot#but there are some he doesn't sell that I would like to have#there is also one really fantastic picture in the original On the edge of the dark sea of darkness book#of peet and nugget charging into the fang army#I don't THINK book 2 had any pictures originally?#and I think book 3 had like ONE near the end ajghdkjfhjasf#I only know this because I got the original editions from the library and that was how I first read the books#Idk how the library even got ahold of them#ANYWAY#I love to hoard things#books especially#I am a book dragon
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@saltedcaramelchaos 🥺🥺🥺
MY GOSHDARNED HEARTTTTT THIS IS SO SWEET AND KIND <333
@monthly-challenge 2024 | “first kiss” (but make it platonic)
Hi yes I’m posting another fic no I don’t know how. Enjoying it though. Artham Wingfeather my beloved.
read on A03
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When Esben bursts through the doors, Artham shoots to his feet and expects the worst. He’d been daring to hope for hours now, keeping a sturdy faith in the Maker’s goodness, and that hope hadn’t once vanished or lessened—even after the sun set and the stars came alive, long after the moon made its journey across the midnight sky, and all the way up to the gentle but brilliant sunrise. He hadn’t lost his hope. He hadn’t lost his faith.
But now, all the hope and faith in the world evaporates like water, leaving Artham with a sick, sinking hole splitting his chest apart. Something went wrong. Something went so terribly wrong. One of them didn’t make it. None of them made it. No one could help. No one could do anything. It’s all over now. No more can be done.
Something went wrong.
Esben spins around, searching wildly. His eyes catch Artham’s and then he stills. His hair is greasy and tangled. There’s tear tracks on his face.
Artham’s breath stops in his throat.
And then Esben laughs—or cries or sobs or shouts, or maybe all of them at once. And Artham’s breath returns; the sinking hole in his chest begins to mend itself. It’s okay.
“How are things?” He asks, which seems far too refined a question to ask in a situation like this, but it’s all Artham can think to say—and he wants to know.
“Great! Perfect, just brilliant!” Esben laughs (it’s clearly a laugh this time) and gleefully runs his fingers through his hair. “Nia’s- she’s as bright and beautiful as ever, even- oh Artham, you should’ve seen her. As surely as I stand today, there’s never been a braver woman in all of Anniera—no, in all the world! She’s just- oh, I don’t know. I don’t know how she managed to do that. I could never, certainly… oh, surely not.”
He shakes his head, a somewhat horrified look coming upon his face, before he looks up, brightening. His eyes are shining like the sea. “It’s a girl.”
And then Artham does what he should have done the moment Esben opened those doors: he races forward, quick as the wind, and pulls his brother to himself, one hand on the back of his head. Esben cries, returning the embrace with shaking arms.
Artham holds on tighter.
He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, hugging in the middle of a hallway. It could’ve been decades or millennia and Artham would have never pulled away.
But then Esben is bouncing, unfurling his arms from his brother and taking a step back. His eyes are bright like sunlight despite the bags underneath. He looks free. “What are we doing, all the way out here? Come on, you have to meet her! Just think Artham, you have a niece now!” He grins. “How cool is that?”
Artham opens and closes his mouth. Oh. A… a niece. Him. He has a niece now. Oh.
Esben chuckles. “You’re speechless. Y’know, I can always count on having a kid to shut your mouth for a few blessed minutes.” He winks, clearly joking, but Artham barely hears the words.
I have a niece. She’s a girl. I’m an uncle to a girl.
“I-”
“Come on!” Esben hurries forward, taking Artham’s hand like a child and rushing through the doors and into the bedroom. Artham blinks, following blindly.
The lights are low, a quiet and steady dimness that feels comforting. The midwives must have left by this point, because all that remains is Nia, sitting against a tower of pillows in bed. She’s holding something small close to her chest.
Artham gasps. His feet stumble.
Nia looks up; she looks tired, with hair sticking to her face and dark spots under her eyes and lines on her forehead, but Esben was right: she’s as bright and beautiful as ever. There’s a glow that seems to radiate from her whole being, happiness and relief and gratitude all rolled into one. She smiles. “Hello, Artham.”
“Congratulations, my lady,” Artham stutters, because that’s the sort of thing he ought to say to someone who just gave birth. Right? He said it for Janner and Kalmar, didn’t he?
Nia dips her head in thanks, and Artham’s nerves are somewhat eased. That’s the sort of thing he ought to say, then.
“Come on!” Esben urges, dragging Artham forward a few steps. “You have to see her!”
Artham realizes that he and Esben had walked in holding hands, and Nia had said nothing about it. She had only smiled.
Somehow, Artham’s love for his sister-in-law grows.
Esben leads him all the way to the edge of the bed, where he stops and grins so wide it seems his mouth will jump right off his face. Artham stands there dumbly.
“Do you see her?” Esben asks dreamily. “Do you see how perfect she is?”
Artham leans forward slightly, eyes wide as he searches for the tiny thing. Nia smiles and gently tilts the bundle in her arms towards-
“Oh,” Artham breathes. “Oh.”
Because in Nia’s arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, is a baby; an unbelievably small, amazingly delicate baby.
Artham leans even closer, watching the baby’s nose gently flare with silent breaths. Her eyes are shut, her skin is pink, and Artham thinks she may be the most perfect thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
“She’s beautiful,” He murmurs, and Nia beams.
“Do you want to hold her?”
Artham tears his gaze away from the baby, eyes wide. “Excuse me?”
“Our child.” Nia tilts her head meaningfully. “Would you like to hold her?”
“I-” Artham looks to his brother, feeling oddly helpless.
Esben grins, nodding eagerly. “Hold her. Hold your niece and say hello.”
Artham shuts his mouth, then opens it, then nods.
There’s no need to ask for instruction on how to properly hold the newborn; Artham learned from Janner and Kalmar, and he doesn’t think he could ever forget the feel of an impossibly tiny human resting in his arms, or the immense responsibility it carries—the knowledge that you are the keeper of a helpless human being, all that stands between them and death. It’s a wonderful and terrifying feeling.
Nia carefully moves the baby, a motion so smooth that the infant doesn’t stir. In seconds, the baby has passed from her mother’s chest to her uncle’s hands. Artham doesn’t dare look away from her.
She really is small. Smaller than her brothers when they were born.
A flutter of worry erupts in the Throne Warden’s chest. “Is she healthy?”
“Healthy as can be,” Esben answers, placing a cheerful hand over Artham’s shoulder. “We thought she was small as well. But, the midwives assured us that her size isn’t dangerous, and she’s been content as a thwap in a totato patch so far.”
“But we’re keeping a close eye on her,” Nia adds. “Just in case.”
“Just in case,” Esben echoes, quieter.
Artham swallows. The baby doesn’t even stretch from his hand to his elbow. She is so, unfathomably small.
She makes an equally small noise, and Artham’s eyes go wide as a (somehow smaller) hand reaches out of the blanket, plaintively waving.
“It’s alright,” Artham soothes, voice soft like the blanket the newborn rests in. Using the hand that isn’t currently occupied, he holds out his index finger to her.
She grabs it. Like instinct.
Just like that, her noises cease, and she relaxes amidst the blanket. Artham suddenly finds that he is unable to move.
She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. She looks like the Maker painted each and every detail with the softest paintbrush and the calmest colors. She looks like tiny blue waves lapping at a sandy shore, sea-birds gliding and chirping nearby. She looks like the music notes for the most stunning piece of music.
She looks like a song.
Artham breathes out (though he isn’t sure how) and he thinks he smiles and he knows he cries, because how? How does one experience pure beauty like this, and live unmoved by it? It’s impossible, he believes. It’s impossible.
The baby opens her eyes for a brief moment, blinking and yawning. They are brilliant. If true could be a color, that would be hers.
Artham pulls the baby closer, gazing deep into her face and attempting to memorize every shape of it, and every line. Every single detail.
She’s still gripping his index finger with a gentleness he doesn’t think he could ever deserve. He wants to sob. If he did that, though, then he would probably drop her.
Instead, he dips his head forward and presses his lips to her forehead, wondering at how new the skin feels. She has not yet been weathered and beaten by storms and sun. Artham finds himself grieving the day she will lose this newness, this softness, this remarkable state of being that’s unique to newborns.
He lingers there. He doesn’t know for how long. She is so perfect.
It is in this moment that Artham Wingfeather’s heart shifts, allowing room for someone else to make a home there; a small space, filled with ocean waves and flapping birds and singing. A space for this innocent child that he holds in his arms. A space he will fight to the death for. He will die before this space becomes empty and overgrown, he decides.
“As long as I live, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Artham promises, pulling away and staring into her sleeping face. “I promise. I promise by the Maker’s good hand, young…”
He pauses, and a realization strikes him. He looks up—perhaps for the first time in a very long while—and looks to the parents’ faces, which are both glowing and wet.
“What’s her name?” He asks.
Esben looks at Nia, and Nia looks at Esben. “We don’t know yet,” He says slowly.
Nia smiles. “It will come as the Maker wills it. For now, I am content to call her mine—call her ours.”
Artham looks back to the newborn, taking her in once more; her nose, her ears, her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, her meager supply of hair. His heart begins to warm like a fire in a hearth. “Leeli.”
The room quiets.
“What?” Nia asks softly.
“Leeli.” Artham smiles, and the fire inside his chest burns brighter. “Leeli Wingfeather. Her name.”
He swallows, looking up before looking back down. “Leeli.”
“Leeli,” Nia repeats, soft like the beginning of a song.
Esben looks from brother to wife, then back again. “Where’s that name from, Artham?”
Artham thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure. It just… sounded like her.”
“Leeli,” The High King murmurs. He sounds thoughtful.
The room is quiet. Then:
“I think it’s lovely.” Nia’s voice is strong through the dimness, and Artham wonders if she has a fire in her chest as well. “Leeli, Song Maiden of Anniera.”
“Leeli Wingfeather.” Esben smiles, nodding his head and shaking water droplets to the floor. “That’s perfect.”
Artham turns back to the child in his arms, and he feels an odd respect for her, despite her unassuming size. She is the Song Maiden—something the kingdom has not had in many long years. Artham instantly knows that she will fill the land with music, and it will be the most beautiful music anyone has ever heard.
He smiles once more, watching her sleep peacefully in his arms. “Hello, Leeli Wingfeather. We’ve been waiting for you a long, long time.”
He smiles wider. “I can’t wait for you to learn to sing.”
#nice comments#ak tag#AAAAAAAAH I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE ESBEN’S CHARACTERIZATION!!!#I pretty much… completely made it up lol#because yeah we don’t really get pre-canon content of him :/#which made writing this a challenge! but a fun one :)#brothers brothers BROTHERS I love that they’re brothers I just <3#🥺🥺 thank you… <3#oh my goodness#I’m really glad you like them :’D I made a point to try and make these descriptions as… I guess poetic as I could?#because Artham is a poet at heart and he’s very eloquent with his words#so hearing you take notice means a LOT#:D :D#oooooh… that’s a good question#I’d guess that Peet would remember confusing muddled pieces of this memory—or not remember it at all#but I think Artham would remember it well#and maybe he doesn’t dwell on it much because dwelling on memories like that is very very hard for him#but I do think he remembers#THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH#YOU LEFT SUCH LOVELY TAGS AAAAAAAAAAA
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we bought our ginger man a gingerbread house!!!!
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★ Jax ★ (he/him) www.palaeoplushies.com - @palaeoplushies bought from her website October 2023 I adore this little guy so much, the detail on his printing is SO GOOD!! I absolutely love how is peets look, they're so cute X3 I love the accurate thylacine paws SO MUCH <3
If you haven't yet, go check out @palaeoplushies! She makes such amazing plush with so much care <3
#thylacine#tasmanian tiger#thylacine plush#palaeoplushies#plush#plush toy#plushie#plushblr#thylacine collection
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A wolf spider friend! He came out to say hello after christmas! He sat very calmly on my hand for pictures, and even modeled for my relatives for a quick spider anatomy lesson.
Pistachio for scale
He's so handsome. Excellent yegs. Fantastic peets. Sweetest face.
Afterwards, I showed him the hall closet where he could hang out in (if he wanted) where he could enjoy the indoor warmth but still be safe from cats. (There's a gap under the door so he can come out and say hi again :3)
Location: Bay Area, California
What a perfect man! I love his Santa hat. He is, however, not a wolf spider. He's a very lovely funnel weaver in the family Agelenidae. Don't ask me beyond that, though, there are so many and they all look so similar.
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hello :) i absolutely loved your yandere haymitch hc’s and i was wondering if i could request a yandere haymitch x fem reader (can either be hc’s or an imagine) where reader is in her early 20s and another victor from district twelve? you can write whatever you’d like, i’m good with any level of yandereness and dark content! thank you <3
I’ll Protect You
Summary: Haymitch promised himself that after your games he would protect you, but after the announcement of the Quarter Quirl there isn’t much he can do
Warnings: hunger games violence, soft Yandere!haymitch, mental manipulation, angry Haymitch, drinking
An: I am genuinely shocked by the lack of Haymitch fics on here. I Hope it lives up to your expectations!
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To some, it seemed like you had signed your own fate. Sure, you didn’t volunteer to fight in the hunger games and it wasn’t your fault that Haymitch was your mentor, but you had been kind to the man. The first day on the train you helped him to his room after getting drunk at dinner, and you brought him breakfast the next morning. While your fellow tribute got angry and yelled at him, you defended Haymitch.
How was he not supposed to feel something for you.
For the first time in a long time, he gave his everything into helping you succeed in the games. He painted you as the princess of the capital, charming and sweet, and someone they would all want to keep around. You got a tone of sponsors, all of witch helped you to hide and let the other tributes kill each other until the last hours of the games.
When you won, Haymitch thought he would cry. In fact, he did later on when alone. He was there immediately, in the infirmary when you came out, on the train, when you got home, and when you had to do your tour. And you seemed to be there for him, something he hadn’t had in so long.
It was less then a year before your ‘relationship’ started. If you had been on the outside of the relationship, you would have seen the red flags. The flags Haymitch justified.
He was older, but that meant he could lead you through this new life.
He was a drunk, but you didn’t seem to mind taking care of him.
He was possessive, but he was just protecting you.
You didn’t have a friend or family member who could warn you, and you fell into his ‘trap.’ You listened when he said you should stay with him, or when he didn’t want you to leave the house for months at a time. You listened when he told you how he was the only one who could keep you safe, that he would protect you because that’s what you do when you love someone.
“Good morning, Katniss,” You hollered when the door to your home opened. Despite the girls prickly attitude, you were so happy when her and Peeta had won this year. They deserved it, plus it gave you other people to see. Haymitch was always much less…intense around others. So the two of them coming in the home you and Haymitch shared was a welcoming change.
The girl didn’t great you other then a small smile before grabbing a cup of water and marching over to where Haymitch was passed out on the table.
“Here we Go…” you mumbled while grabbing a towel. You back was turned when his voice rang through the room.
“What the hell!?”
You hurried with the towel, getting to him quickly to start drying his head.
“If you wanted kind, you should have asked Peet’s to wake you up.” Katniss didn’t stay to chat, choosing to leave as quickly as she arrived.
“Thank you darling.” He took the towel to finish drying his face. His hair was a tangled mess, and the bags under his eyes highlighted the recent lack of sleep. He looked like a mess. But a simple smile from the man made you melt. Something about that smile made you willing to do anything for him.
“Of course.” You kissed his cheek lightly, feeling the skin of his cheek tighten lightly from his smile. You grabbed the breakfast you had made a while ago, setting it on the table for him. “I made this this morning.”
“Looks wonderful,” he slurred lightly before eating the food. That was one thing that brought you happiness, his smile. Even when he was blackout drunk, he still smiled at you like you were his everything.
The rest of the meal was quiet, nether of you really talking. The most anyone said was Haymitch encouraging you to eat a bit more.
“Do you have anything you have to do today?” You hoped he said no, staying alone in the large house was awful and you never really knew how long he’d be gone.
“Not really, other then damage control for Katniss.” He sounded tired, but pulled himself out of his seat to walk over to you. “I’ll have to go out for a bit.”
He pulled you to him slightly, scanning over your face. You could just imagine how someone else would react to how he treated you, the asshole alcoholic holding you softly.
“Promise me you’ll stay here, all day, and I’ll be back to watch the Quarter Quell announcement with you.” You shivered at the mention of this years games. You couldn’t help but wonder at what fucked up idea they would use for this year. “Hey,” he took your chin in his hand so you’d look at him. “Promise?”
“Ok.” You nodded lightly and he gifted you that beautiful smile. He placed a light kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you and walking away to change out of the clothes he had passed out in.
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The slight breeze bit into your skin as you pulled the large door closed behind you. It hadn’t taken long for you to get board after Haymitch had left, and you weren’t really looking to read a book or watch some Capital broadcast. So you had decided to take a small walk. You’d stayed out of the main part of town, keeping towards the fence on the boarder.
You walked through the house, getting a drink, and walking into the living room.
“Where were you?”
You jumped, letting out a surprised cry and spinning around to see Haymitch. He was slouched down in one of the chairs, a glass of what you assumed was whiskey in his hand.
“Haymitch! You scared me!” You chuckled a bit, giving him a smile. “I just went on a quick walk, clear my head-“
“Why did you leave?” He stood up surprisingly quickly, considering the half bottle of whiskey on the table next to him.
“I just told you? I went on a walk.” You chuckled, slightly confused. Was he…angry?
“You told me,” he set the glass down and walked up to you, caging You between him and the wall. “That you wouldn’t leave. And yet, I get home and you’re gone.”
“I-I didn’t think-“
“You’re right, you didn’t think. If you had, you would have fucking stayed here like I told you to.” His voice was dripping with anger, but his face was unreadable. That was something you hated. He could be so unreadable, and it made it that much harder to know what he was thinking.
“I’m sorry,” you offered. You didn’t know what he wanted to hear from you.
“There is no reason to leave without me, understand? I don’t want to ever see you out there without me, I don’t care if Katniss, Peeta, hell, I don’t care if Effy is with you.” For a moment his face cracked, making your breath hitch. If you could read it on his face that he was mad, then you knew he was mad.
“Ok, I won’t,” you whispered. He seemed to accept that, pulling to his chest.
“Good. Now come on, we have to watch the broadcast.”
He led you to the couch, sitting down before pulling you to his side. You tended to avoid any of these broadcast that you could, but you weren’t able to this year. The announcement of the new stipulation would be on, and Snow was adamant that ever Victor be watching.
It started normal, Snow talking about how the games were required for peace. He discussed the terms of the last two games, and finally he made the announcement.
“This year, to remind us that even the strongest are not immune to the Capitals power, the tributes for the 75th hunger games will be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district.”
He continued to talk after that, but you couldn’t actually hear anything. The ringing in your ears blocked everything out as you processed his words. Victors would be chosen. It would be you are Katniss. Peeta or Haymitch. 
“Y/n? Darling, come back to me.” You vaguely recognized his voice as Haymitch gently shook you. “Darling, talk to me.” He tried again, but got no verbal answer. Instead, you folded in on yourself, letting him gently hold you.
“It’s gonna be ok, I promise. I’ll keep you safe.”
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“Peeta lives.”
Haymitch glanced up, practically glaring at Katniss. Of course she was already over here. “You should learn to knock.”
“Last year you fought for me to win, I want Peeta to win,” she repeated.
“Let me tell You a secret sweetheart,” he stood up to be face to face with the woman. “I don’t really care what you want.” She looked slightly stunned, but he just continued. “The only thing I care about, is keeping her alive.” He pointed towards the hall that led to your room. “In fact, I would kill you and Peeta if it meant she’d be safe.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
“Really? Don’t forget, Ive killed too. I’ve also convinced y/n to willingly give up any freedom she had. She willingly stays in the house, she moved in, she truly loves me. And I love her. And I’m sure as hell not letting that go.”
His voice was steady, eyes hard, clearly not playing. He was serious.
“I knew there was something wrong with how you interact with her. You kidnapped her, didn’t you.”
“It’s only kidnapping if She is here against her will. Go home, and you better hope to god she doesn’t end up in those games because I think we both know Peeta isn’t going to let me go in there. He’s far to nice.” He smirked lightly before walking away from the girl standing in his kitchen.
#request#hunger games#hunger games x reader#haymitch abernathy x reader#haymitch abernathy#yandere!haymitch abernathy#yandere
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🏷 Kidult ▪︎Choi Seungcheol Fic▪︎ Epilogue
↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)
↷ genre: heavy angst, fluff towards the end, mentions of childhood trauma, sort of arranged marriage? cheol and reader have a daughter together, lots of dad seungcheol content!!!
↷ summary: can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?
↷ part: 4/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.3
↷ w.c: 1.03K
↷ author's note: originally I didn't plan on any epilogue to the series as I was like 'eh let me just end it with some smut'. But after reading the reviews I realized that few wanted a closure with some fluffy content! So here it is. A happy ending to my most loved series♡
“Yah Hana stop running away!” you’ve been sprinting after your two year old ball of mischief for the past couple of minutes, with various failed attempts of trying to make her gulp down the last few drops of the butterscotch shake that took almost thirty minutes to make, just because it was the only way you could manage get some milk into her system.
She has completely inherited her dad’s genes when it comes to annoying the shit out of you!!! Sometimes you really wonder whether she is even your daughter or not, because be it her boba eyes, or the way she sulks into a pout whenever you refuse to give her pickies, her juicy pink lips, the little peets, all are literal second copies of her dad. “ Was it you or me who carried her for 9 months CHOI SEUNGCHEOL” you internally curse at him whenever you look you two’s sweetest berry.
You were about to give up on this mission of feeding Hana when you suddenly felt a heavy pair of arms wrap oh so gently around your tummy, chin resting into the crest of your neck. “Don’t stress out your mother like this baby. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hmm?” Seungcheol’s face moves from the nest of your shoulder’s to his now slightly guilt stricken daughter’s face.
“You wanna be able to carry your little brother, right? Be a good elder sister for him?” his palms now ghost over the swell in your belly, carefully caressing the bump as if trying to pat his little champ, the new and beautiful addition to his small happy family, his son upon whom he’s ready to shower all the world’s love. Definitely not more than his princess tho-
Hana’s face was stricken with a view of remorse topped with the excitement from the mere thoughts of being able hold her small brother in her own soft arms, play with him, dress him up for her playtimes and most importantly be the home he can always rely on after his parents, even though she herself was just a child.
“Yes yes yes i want to be the best sister for Siu. I’ll be right, dada?” her doe eyes instantly light up, awaiting her father’s approval onto whether or not she will be the best elder sister for the new ball of happiness entering all three of you’s life.
“YAH YOU TWO ALREADY DECIDED THE NAME? Who will ask the mother hmph!!!!” you push off Cheol’s hands from your bump and turn around to now face the slightly laughing face of your husband, corners of his lips turning up into a slight curve, as if smiling at your angy face.
Seungcheol’s heart was swelling from the view before him; his wife, the bane of his existence, looking at him with that sulky pout, the one he loves so dearly, the one that makes him wanna kiss her then and there, that peaceful face of her that felt like home to him, adorned with fluffed up chipmunk cheeks and skin all glistening like snow from the pregnancy glow…while his daughter, the apple of his eyes, stood behind her, smiling wide like the brightest ray of light.
“I wanted the name to be a surprise for you, as Siu brought in new beginnings to the family that was falling apart! But looks like someone can’t keep secrets huh.” Cheol moves past you to pick up Hana in his arms, swaying her around and putting her in air jail as a punishment for disclosing his long thought gift to you, while you fondly look at them; isn’t this is the sight you’ve always wanted to cherish… your own happy and content family. Since that night at the resort, your life finally took a the turn you’ve wishing upon for years. Seungcheol started treating you as a literal cloud, too fragile to touch, taking you on the cutest dates every weekend even if he’s drowned with work, showering with love, hugs and kisses at every chance he gets….and most significantly adore you like a completely love stricken man whenever you acted as a kid alongside your little muffin. As Hana’s giggles echoed around the walls followed by her dad’s soft laughs, the only thing you could think to yourself was “This house is finally a home”
The entire day went by like this with your daughter’s shenanigans and her father supporting all the little tricks she kept on pulling on you. Annoying you is really the father-daughter duo’s best hobby!!! The sunlight was bidding its last goodbyes as you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to put down a good feast for the guests….who were about to knock at any moment now.
A ring of the bell and you quickly realize who it could be. Pulling off your apron in seconds, you literally run towards the door, arms wide open to greet none other than the Yoon Jeonghan, aka your annoying ass devil spawn of a bestfriend. The moment the long haired man sees your figure waiting for him at the doorway, he wraps his hands around your torso tightly, a bit too tight for your now swelled up belly, earning him a hard smack on his non existent butt.
“You’ll suffocate the baby, you idiot” you playfully slap Han’s shoulders while welcoming his wife alongside the two year old version of your friend aka his daughter Byul. “Instead of being thankful to me you’re hitting me dumbo. Afterall it was my evil plan that led to you being round with Cheol’s child now right!!! Such an ungrateful friend you’re y/n”
You truly had no comeback for Han’s words this time as for the first ocassion the man was speaking completely correct facts. It was indeed because of the vacation he planned that Seungcheol apologized to you for his mistreatment, made you believe that he will wait to earn your trust and love,heal the broken relationships and gift you the family and home you’ve always craved for.
#kpop#seventeen#svtcreations#kpop scenarios#fanfic#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seungcheol angst#scoups angst#seungcheol fanfic#scoups fic#seungcheol x reader#seventeen seungcheol#seventeen angst#jeongcheol#jeonghan fluff#scoups x y/n#scoups x reader#seungcheol x y/n#svt fic#scoups fluff#seungcheol fluff#svt fluff#svt flick fic#svt fanfic#svt ff#📂fic: kidult#kidult#scoups fanfic#svt scoups
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Knock Knock Boys Ep 3 Stray Thoughts
Last week, we met our new housemates who are all in this cheap house for a variety of reasons they haven’t fully disclosed to each other. The youngest, Almond, is the most sexually inexperienced, and has offered to pay a year’s rent to the guy who helps him score with his high school crush, Jumper. Hijinks ensued as Peak (the straight one) accidentally befriended Jumper while Thanwa (the gay one) failed to capitalize on his opportunity, before these two eventually paired up. Latte (the pan one) doesn’t seem to be too invested in the competition yet. We left at Almond trying to sneak a peak at Latte’s dick because of his mom’s astrology superstition.
I really love this show’s commitment to the cold open. This feels like the aftermath of a foursome or a failed attempt at a sauna.
I don’t remember who said they hope Jumper is an Aries with a mark or tattoo on his crotch, but I see the vision and I support it.
I’m so disappointed that Latte didn’t notice what Almond was doing.
I like being intrigued by this shopping trip that requires Latte and Peach to exclude Almond.
Peak is a good housemate. He just put his headphones on rather than yell at Thanwa.
Oh, I see we’re changing the spelling of Peak/Peet this week.
I figured they were shopping on Almond’s behalf, and am amused that they’re at a sex shop.
Nokia is doing physical comedy pretty decently as Almond.
Now they’re calling Peak/Peet Big.
Okay, that was kinda flirty there, Peak/Peet/Big.
I support Thanwa’s food reviewer dream.
What incredibly normal adult stuff: I'll help you with your resume and you'll help me with food.
I hope they make Pak take his shirt off every episode, and I hope we get to see Almond dumbstruck multiple times.
Even if Thai shows like potty humor too much for my tastes, this joke was solid.
Oh hell yeah! Whole cast onsen hijinks!
Where is Thanwa's money coming from?
Look at these two clowns losing the plot and accidentally flirting with each other in the sauna.
Okay, I like the answer to how they ended up sprawled out like this. I was sorta correct!
Absolutely amazing the amount of physical comfort these guys have with each other.
What a treat this episode was in the amount of flesh and hijinks we got! I really like the cast chemistry of this show. It reminds me a lot of how I felt watching Love in Translation. I will continue to look forward to this on Thursdays. I'm enjoying the mix of teamwork and competition between the guys.
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tell us your favorites everlark fics
Thanks for the ask!! They make me very excited lol. I honestly don’t read a lot of everlark lol, I’m more of a hayeffie fan with a side of everlark. Just becuase I feel like mother Suzanne did a good job with them in the books. But truly, a lot of my fav hayeffie ships are from either Peeta or Katniss’ perspective.
The ones listed here are mostly post epilogue (:
( I lied they are all post epilogue.)
this is the first day of my life by sam_writes_fics @sam-loves-seb ----> "It’s not perfect. None of them are perfect. But that’s not the point. // katniss and peeta and haymitch and effie and their life after everything;" I LOVE THIS IT WAS GOOD
You Are in Love (Everlark's Version) by bored_author ---> "A collection of one-shots about Katniss and Peeta working through their traumas, together." This is probably the most everlark one on here. It was cute
The Team Trap by EllanaSan @ellainthetardis (my queen omg) ---> "'What’s the very good reason that’ll get her to come?/ Katniss asked. Peeta was silent for a moment, his hand stilled on her back. 'It involves a technical white lie.' In her experience, lies were hardly ever technical or white." I love EllanaSan with my entire heart.
End of the World by FernWithy ---> Ok this is a very Haymitch centered series but it literally rocked my world and I think everyone needs to read this. There is some awesome POV's of characters you rarely hear from. Delly gets the spotlight she deserves and Peets gets it, too. It's a wonderful, long read that I'd highly reccomend.
Sorry there isn't more! I have lots of other fics that I really enjoy that are from Peeta or Katniss' view that are just more Hayeffie centric (linked under the line (: ), I tried to pull the more Everlark ones for you !
they got no idea (about me and you) by fckingpoetry ---> "peeta looks for advice on how to keep katniss safe in the arena and walks in on haymitch and effie sleeping in the same bed." I cannot stress how much I love this author. And any fic where the kids find out about Effie and Haymitch makes me giggle.
The Clue in the Yoghurt by EllanaSan ---> "In retrospect, Haymitch should have known something was up the morning he walked into his kitchen, rubbing his face to chase the remnants of sleep, and found Katniss pilfering his fridge." So silly, Katniss accidental pregnancy and it makes me smile to see hayeffie acting like the parents they are.
Sprinkled on Your Life by KarlyBING ---> "With all her silliness, shallowness, and overbearing ways, Effie had still cried while holding her after coming back from the arena, she was the one to publicly unite them during the Quell, cared for her during a war, braided her hair when she was too depressed to do it herself, made her wedding dress out of worn cotton shirts and second-hand wool, held her hands after delivering her first child, changed diapers at 3 am so Peeta and her could sleep a couple more hours, taught her children how to say please and thank you, and still made her hot chocolate every rainy day without even having to ask." I cried. So much. For only 1,801 words. A nice look at mama!Effie and darling Katniss.
that which resembles a grave (but isn't) by ifonlyiwasawriter ---> "Haymitch finds Katniss covered in dirt in his backyard; there is an explanation for this, but not one that either of them likes." Haymitch and Katniss, lovely very traumatized father and very traumatized daughter bonding.
Any way I love Haymitch and Effie goodnight !
#my 2nd fav found family#I adore them all#haymitch abernathy#the hunger games#effie trinket#hayeffie#haymitch abernathy x effie trinket#thg haymitch#haymitch x effie#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#katniss and peeta#the hunger games peeta#katniss x peeta#katniss everdeen x peeta mellark#everlark
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GUYS the Wingfeather people sent me the link to the soundtrack (they said they sent it out to investors early so Idk if I’m allowed to share it yet) and like all the tracks so far are great but
PEET’S THEME IS BEAUTIFUL. It starts out all light and silly and then there’s a pause and it turns into this heartbreaking violin (?) and piano music and it sounds so sad and beautiful and I’m gonna cry I love it so much they captured him so well ;-;
#peet the sockman#the wingfeather saga#the wingfeather saga tv show#peet's theme#I knew the tracks would be amazing I loved the music in this show#I mean it had to be good one of the show's main themes is the power of music#anyway#peet's theme was good for my soul <3
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Absolutely love that every single time Peet/Artham shows up to fight the Fangs are like “?!?! WHAT THE HECK, WHAT ARE YOU, WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” and they’re so in shock that it gives him time to completely decimate them.
#the wingfeather saga#the wingfeather saga tv show#wingfeather saga spoilers#sort of#peet the sockman#artham p wingfeather#universal fang reaction to artham: absolutely dumbfounded#have the fangs seen the cloven like do they know the cloven exist#because judging by their reaction to peet I wanna say at least some of them don't#I was re-reading the sections of book 1 where he shows up to save the day and this just stuck out to me#BOTH times they just stand and stare at him in shock it's fantastic#and like the second time he's riding nugget but still#also after the transformation EVERYBODY'S reaction to him is just '?!?!'#it's great#I love my boy <3#absolutely feral man with talons running at you wyd#the fangs every time: *stand and stare*
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waves hello jake hoofed peets i don’t believe i ever said how much i <3 the colors u work with ,, they’re soooo !! bright and summery and gives me very citrus vibes nd i would love to know how u get them :eyes: i think u posted a tutorial once? but alas i cant find it so i’m not sure :\c
Heehoo thank you ....<33 I don't have a complex color picking process or anything honestly so most of the warm tint comes from using a yellow/orange base color b4 coloring like V
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just saw ur tags abt getting back into tkrb and i just gotta ask 1) who is ur fave a) character-wise (personality) and b) aesthetics (design) and 2) have u ever drawn any of them ; w; ur art is so pretty ngl i miss it and id love to see ur tkrb art if u ever made any
oh em geee i cant pick omg i love sm of the charas 😭😭😭😭 im gonna answer 1b first, screen shots from my game:
my current fave is jikkyuu mitsutada cuz the art for him looks soooo tasty 😭 AND hes voiced by THE koyasu takehito like everyone SHUT UP DIO BRANDO / TOJI FUSHIGURO IS SPEAKING 🗣️ jk but his in game voice is so soft uwu i got him from the sea shell event, which i've never rly put in effort into before cuz its not one of my fave events BUT i grinded SO HARD to get My Boi 👍🏻
runner ups are kogi and iwachan, kogitsunemaru looks so 💯💯💯 the artstyle the outfit oof like the off shoulder kimono and the neck piece and the gloves with the fingers out 🥴🥴🥴 also the artist for his sprite is rly good at drawing everything feet?? akakskkal rly pretty looking peet & toez 💀 i nabbed him as a node drop on the regular map it took me 500+ tries, yes i counted 😭 as for iwachan his kiwame art is a Major glow up, i dont always like the kiwame sprite redesign (kogi & hotarumaru looks better reg version imo) BUT iwatooshi looks sm better 10000/10 also hes like 200cm tall 🫠 im gonna motorboat his b00bs who said that btw those 3 are also my fave bgs, i still rly like the old spring sakura bg so i use that one alll the time too 🌸
honorable mentions^ oodenta looks like. if u mashed up kenchan from bleach and madara from nardo. love the shibari bdsm top but i hate the gold stuff on his legs 😭👎🏻 kanechan is the og long black haired pretty boy, the way he talks is younger brother coded lol. fudo & akita r my fave tantous cuz they look like if me & madara had babies LMFAO shizukagata's design is so cunty 💯, hanjin is my fave pink haired boy 💖 wish he wasnt wearing camo tho 😐 and i got nukemaru & shichiseiken semi recently so they are sorta novelty faves rn xD
1a. the game is in jp and i cant read all that so idk abt their personalities much 😭 like i did google a lot of the charas dialogue lines on the wiki but ngl i forgor 💀 i just remem kogi and jikkyu being kinda flirty LOL? 👁️👄👁️ just off the top of my head, maybe fudo cuz i remem his pre kiwame self was rly sad, hes actually the first boy i sent off to kiwame :') im so here for the Character Development thats MY SON!!!! good for him :)
2. i've drawn kanechan ONCE a loooooong time agooooooo i dont draw so much lately RIP and when i do, its anime boys from Shows™ 💀
#i yapped too much there LMFAOOOOOOOO#asks#i grinded the event allll day yesterday and reached the 10000 event reward at night aaaa#spent sm koban for it 💀 not sure if i should keep playing cuz i need to save $ aruji is gonna be broke LOL#i play / grind tkrb RLY HARD like a few times a year
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some mexican free tailed photos frm today :3 his name is mortimer!
also peets
(sorry im going to you for my bat autism right now HFHSH)
OOOOOHH MY GOD MORTIMER I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S SUCH A CUTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU ONCE MORE FOR SHARING!!!!!
(also don't worry lol I made this blog to contain my own bat autism and feed other people's :3)
#they weren't kidding that mexican bat can free tailed#he feetce....#mexican freetailed bat#microbat#bat#ask#incomingstorm
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