#This baby can fit so much trauma :D

[djcarnationsblog]

Wouldn't it be funny if I posted art for one of my aus?

WOULDN'T IT BE FUCKING SWELL-???

[cas-readsandwrites]

Lavender: Interludes

Set in Jackson post TLOU S1 in the Lavender universe by @justagalwhowrites, a few little scenes of Joel, Doc, and the fam in Jackson. Listen I am not pregnant, I have no desire to be pregnant, so I don't know WHERE this came from, but I love soft Joel healing from his trauma and finding love and joy in his family! Content: Reader is described as pregnant. There is smut. And fluff. And love. Grab some ice cream and your heating pads if you're in the same time of the month as me. Minors DNI. 3.6k words

I am not quiet about the fact that Lavender is one of my favorite fanfics, in my two decades popping in and out of various fandoms. Doc and Joel are my distraction and angst and comfort when I need it. Sometimes my imagination runs a little wild.... many many thanks to Kit for creating these characters and being totally cool with the fact that I wrote a little fanfic of her fanfic :D So here we go!

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Joel had walked into the house late one evening, after patrol had gone long and he had to wait to give report to the next crew going out. He was extra antsy and wanted to get home, now more than ever. This was his last patrol for the next several months, as he would not need to leave the walls of the town during the last month of your pregnancy and hopefully not for a month or two afterwards. He would be put on extra shifts on guard duty or with the carpenter crew, but as long as he was within a quick run down the street or an ear-shot of someone yelling for him with news of you, he was fine with that. 

Anyway, when he had come home, you had been standing in the middle of the living room, seemingly all the sheets and blankets from the house around you and stacked in a laundry basket at the bottom of the stairs. All of the glasses and mugs were sitting out drying on the counter, as well as the few baby bottles you had brought home from the clinic (just in case you had said, hopeful that you would be able to breastfeed). All of the lights were still on upstairs. 

“Baby,” he said, matter-of-factly, “what the hell are you doin’?”

You spun around, holding a fitted sheet in your hands, fresh from the laundry line outside. The town was encouraged to use the communal laundry whenever possible, to limit wear and tear on the machines in the houses, but understandably many families had middle-of-the-night unexpected messes or heavy loads that they would do at home if the mechanicals still worked. The dryer in their house was still inconsistent, as much as Joel took it apart and banged on it and put it back together, it gave them a few good spins before shuddering to a halt again. Thankfully Tommy and Maria’s across the street was still functional, adding to the growing list of ways that he felt like he was in… well, a commune, with his brother as their lives and households continually overlapped, something he suspected would only increase after the baby was born.

“I think I’m nesting,” you answered back, looking around at the piles of fabric and wiggling your fingers in the sheets. “It seemed like a good idea to have all the linens clean, and then I was hand-washing some things in the kitchen, so it seemed like a good idea to clean off some of the dishes and things we haven’t really used, they were kind of dusty and I didn’t want it getting in the bottles…” you trailed off and sighed. “Ok, it looks ridiculous, but trust me, it needed to be done!” 

Joel wasn’t about to fight you on that, as much as he worried about your health and safety in what he viewed as an extra-fragile state, it seemed like you had come even more alive with an extra vivacity throughout your pregnancy. Even when you were throwing up, or cranky with hormones, you were even more feisty. Which was saying something, considering all the times you had verbally sparred back in Boston, along the road to Jackson, even back when you were taking care of yourself and your grandmother all alone. “Ok, well… can I help you?” he asked. “Seems like you got it in hand, but please don’t tell me you’ve been carrying laundry around all day.” 

You waved your hands again, corners of the sheet scrunching around your fingers. “Ellie put up with me for a while and did the heavy lifting with the wet things. She wanted to go out for the evening, though, so it’s just been me and the folded piles tonight.” You looked around as you tucked the corners across and into each other, neatly snapping the sheet and folding the edges in. “I guess if you can take these all back up into the closet upstairs, then it will be mostly done.” 

You looked around at the folded pile in the basket, mentally cataloguing your task, before seeming to snap out of it and look back at him. “But you just got home! I’m so sorry, blame my brain for being wired towards this.” You waded through the piles and threw yourself into his arms, even with your stomach grown with his baby, still fitting in just right where he could wrap around your shoulders and your back and you could lean into that space against his chest. Joel ran his hand up and down your back, around your side, warm palm against the place where your child grew. You hummed as he kissed the top of your head, centering himself as he always did when coming home on your scent and the warm gravity of you in his arms. 

“Why don’t you go up to bed?” he murmured against your temple. “I’ll get the rest of this. You’ve been on your feet a lot. Please go lay down? I’d love to just… be with you tonight.” You nodded, tipping your head back to kiss him. He anchored himself to you, the press of your lips against his. 

“I’m glad you’re home,” you said, squeezing him again before stepping away and looking around at the living room before walking upstairs.

They had been in this house for several months, well-established in Jackson, but he couldn’t shake the nighttime routines yet, circling the first floor of the house, checking that the exits were clear, locked, lights off, locking his rifle in the downstairs closet, keeping his sidearm in the nightstand next to his side of the bed. He heard you moving around the bathroom and treading the hallway into the bedroom. Thankfully, Ellie came home not too soon after as he was finished folding. She shrugged and tilted her head with an eyebrow raised in a nonverbal I don’t know, man, it wasn’t my idea. He handed her the basket and wordlessly gestured up the stairs. She just as silently tilted her forehead against his arm as she passed in a greeting and good-night, and they trooped up the stairs together. “Good night, Ellie!” he heard you call across the hall.

He showered, washing off the road and sweat, before climbing in bed behind you, already nested in your structure of pillows. “Mmmf,” you murmured, nestling back into his chest. He traced the line of the back of your neck with one hand and looped his arm around your front, resting on your stomach. You traced the back of his hand with your fingers in the dark. It didn’t seem to take much, even at this stage in your pregnancy, and soon you were bringing his hand below the slope of your stomach to that place between your legs that seemed so much more sensitive nowadays. 

“Baby,” he murmured in your ear, “you gonna be ok? Don’t want to hurt you…”

You moaned quietly as his fingertips traced your clit, leading down to your center, tracing your entrance and just dipping inside. You gasped and tilted your hips, moving your leg to open that space for him. “Please, Joel,” you breathed, trying to be quiet, mindful of Ellie down the hall. “I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me, I want to feel you, please…”

He kissed the space below your ear, the scratch of his beard tickling the back of your shoulder. “Don’t gotta beg for me, sweetheart, always gonna give you what you need.”

Urged by your own hand, he felt the wetness from your entrance already, dipping his fingers in to coat them, coming back to your clit, warm and aching. It didn’t take long for the pressure from his fingers, alternating between circling and lightly pressing on your sensitive areas, before he felt you throbbing, heard your tiny gasps as you tugged on the corner of your pillow, thrusting your hips back into his as he brought you to your edge. Even after months of your reassurance that you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, had never done so, and you still obviously wanted him, he waited for your cues. He tried to ignore his hardening cock, but your thrust backwards had nestled him into the soft flesh of your ass, so warm and delightfully more from pregnancy, and he couldn't help as he rocked against you. Even as you came down, you pushed his hand back towards your center, hitching your top leg up to rest on his, reaching behind for his hip, holding him close.

He ran his hand down your leg, gripping your thigh against him as he moved to push himself against you, the heat and wetness from your center drawing him in. He lined the tip of him with your center, your body grasping to pull him in, as if promises over decades and the proof of your love growing inside you weren’t enough. He stopped only long enough to ask, “this ok, baby? You feel alright?” 

You whimpered, tilting your head back towards him, and he ran his nose along what he could reach of your jaw, kissing the side of your neck, breathing against the edge of your ear. “Feels so good, please, don’t stop,” you whispered, rocking just so the tip of him slid in. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of you around him, pressed against him, as he slid inside you from behind. You bit your lip to stop from crying out, rocking back into him with abandon. He had to focus to stop from coming immediately - how could he not, the softness of the most round, plush parts of you pressed against his body and in his hands, your warmth even more enveloping. He focused instead on the lines of your body, kissing your shoulder, gripping your hip as he thrust in and out, syncing with the rocking of your hips. His hand slipped around your front to the top of your legs again, circling and rubbing against your clit. You were so lost in your pleasure, grasping at the blanket in front of you, and he wanted this to last as long as you needed. Unable to see your face or kiss you, giving himself into your body wherever you would take him, he used his words instead, punctuated by his own groans and pleasure. Words of praise and promise, your beauty, the sensation of your body, goddess that you were, holding both himself and your child together deep inside yourself. 

-finally, “oh, fuck, there you go baby, I can feel you, so ready, come on-” and you turned your face down into your pillow, breathing heavily, as your body fairly shook with your orgasm, clenching and rippling around him, and he held on tight and rode it out with you, thrusting up once, twice, one more time until he felt himself come apart deeply and at home in your body. 

The two of you lay together in the tangle of blankets and blankets, now kicked down around your legs and askew around you, his chest heaving with deep breaths against yours. He felt you melt into the mattress. After a moment he checked himself, not wanting you to need to move, and cautiously lifted an arm to brace himself against the mattress. You made a little noise and tilted your head back against him again. He reach in front of you and sat partway up, leaning over you to kiss you at an angle, reassuring you, and himself that you were still alright, that he hadn’t hurt you or pushed you too much in some way that he would have no way of knowing about, his memories of the only other pregnant woman in his life so far distant and embroiled in its own tinge of sadness and self-doubt that none of it was to be trusted. Only you, here, your daughter for all intents and purposes down the hall, the solidity of this house, was what he could count on. 

He kissed you again and nuzzled against your forehead. “Lay down, baby, I got you. Need anything?” he felt you shake your head and settled against your pillow. He smiled. You often had a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep as you advanced in your pregnancy, but something about the release of sex would turn you into goo and put you to sleep afterwards almost right away. 

He carefully sat all the way up, leaning over you to reset your pillows where you liked them, against the pressure of your knees, hips and belly supported against the mattress, under your arm, one against the small of your back. When you were tucked in and covered, he quietly stepped down the hall to fill your glass of water and set it down next to you, checking again the lights outside and the door to Ellie’s room, before sliding carefully back in behind you. Not able to get as close through your fortress of pillows, he rested an arm along your hip, breathing in the scent of your hair that always seemed to end up draped across his pillow.

He heard you sigh and shuffle, and was about to ask what else you needed, before you spoke quietly, through the cloud of sleep he knew was almost ready to carry you off. “I love you,” you murmured into the soft darkness of the bedroom. He leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on the space between your shoulderblades, just behind your heart. “Love you so much, baby,” he whispered, squeezing your hip, before sleep claimed you both. 

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Joel and Tommy watched as you and Maria talked in the living room of Tommy and Maria’s house after dinner, while they stood in the doorway of the kitchen drinking whiskey, judiciously keeping the scent of alcohol away from your pregnant self and Maria’s breastfeeding. Well, Tommy was watching Joel as Joel watched you shuffle on the couch, gently positioning yourself to rest your lower back. “She doin’ ok?” Tommy asked, trying to catch Joel’s eye. 

Joel glanced over at his brother like he was unaware they were even in a conversation together. “Oh- yeah. She said her legs and back are starting to get real tired. Tried telling her to rest more, but you know her, says moving is actually better and she doesn’t want to leave the clinic yet.”

Tommy nodded, knowing this brand of his sister-in-law’s stubbornness and resilient streak. “You ever try doin’ the thing where you stand behind her and lift up her stomach?”

Now Joel was really looking at his brother. “What?” he asked. They didn’t really… talk girls. Joel did his best when Tommy was growing up to have The Talk (that went pretty well, living embodiment of the consequences of Joel’s actions usually screaming in her high chair in the background of those conversations when Tommy would be headed out the door to pick up yet another date) as well as trying to make sure his brother was generally a respectful and polite person to a partner, but other than that, they didn’t really talk about the ins and outs of each other’s relationships. Until you. Even way back when, yours and Joel’s relationship had been more real, more recognized, tangible, than most other things in his life.

“Yeah,” Tommy said, “you know, like you’re gonna hug her from behind or somethin?” He demonstrated in the air in front of him. “Get your arms around her and under her stomach, towards the bottom, where Maria always said was the most sore because it was heavy, stretching out some muscles, and just-” he linked his fingers together, glass carefully balanced in one bear-paw of a hand- “hup.” He demonstrated gently lifting a beach ball in front of him.

Joel watched his brother looking like he was trying to hula hoop in the middle of his kitchen. “Sure it doesn’t hurt her?” Tommy laughed and patted his brother on his arm. “Be gentle, man. Naw, Maria loved it. Would have walked around behind her for the whole last month for her if I could’ve.” Joel nodded, regretting already the time he missed in his brother’s life, refusing to accept his new marriage to Maria, blocking out the thoughts of his brother becoming a father, when all his brother had done for him was to step into Joel’s own life and take on Joel’s burdens as his own. By the time Joel and his girls had made it back to Jackson, several months had passed and Maria had already given birth. 

Tommy patted his arm again. “She knows you’d do anything for her. Maria and I will, too. Need a babysitter or an extra hand when it’s time, just holler.” He gestured with his glass towards their window that overlooked the street, across which your home with Joel was softly illuminated by the front door light, waiting for you to come home. You caught Tommy’s movement out of the corner of your eye, looking up and smiling at your husband and your brother-in-law together again, as they should be.

The next day, you were walking slowly around the house while getting ready for a shift at the clinic. You were still the only doctor in town, though they had gained a few additional staff that, while not quite trained as well as you’d hoped nurses would be, were improving as medical assistants and able to triage and take histories and help with physical exams. One of the more senior nurses who had been in town for a while had taken on the heavier medical work before you had arrived. She had taken to your education and you had recently “graduated” her from your unofficial training and dubbed her a nurse practitioner, only needing to sign off with you on certain types of cases. The extra help meant that at least you could sit more and slow your pace to see a few less patients, but for now you said your brain and your energy were fine, and you weren’t going to let a few bodyaches get in the way of being present for the people who needed the knowledge that only you had. 

Joel watched as you stood in front of your dresser, choosing which top to go over your precious few pairs of pants they had found to be modified with a maternity band. You sighed and rested your hands on the small of your back, leaning just so, trying to stretch - well, everything. 

Joel begrudgingly remembered his brother’s words, knowing he was going to be eating shit for a while, Tommy being more of an expert in the “pregnancy and infancy caregiver in the apocalypse” duties. Joel still had him beat in the teenager department at least. For now, though, he walked up behind you to kiss your temple, slipping his arms around you as he often did to trace the contours of your body, holding your hips or placing a palm to feel the baby.

“Wish you would call it at the clinic, baby, I really do,” he murmured. 

“I know,” you sighed, “not yet, though. My mind feels fine. I’m taking it as easy as I can there, I promise, and you know I’m in the right place if I need anything.” You looked down at his hands gently circling your stomach. “I know by now it’s useless to ask you to not worry, but please, take it easy on yourself, too,” you said, placing your hand on his.

Joel wanted to bury his face in your hair, carry you to bed, hold on to you and rub your feet and bring you tea for the next four weeks. He didn’t deserve you, mindful as you were towards his worries and the health of the entire town. “You’re askin’ for the impossible, babe, you know that.” 

You laughed lightly. “I know. I can try. At least I didn’t leverage doctor’s orders this time.” You tilted your head back, resting on his chest. “I’ll take a few more days, keep making some plans with the staff, and see how I feel later this week. ‘kay?”

“ ‘kay,” he echoed. You moved to step forward and reach for a dresser drawer again, but Joel followed and gently tugged you back against him. You opened your mouth to softly protest - you did need to get moving, after all - but Joel slid his hands firmly under your stomach, warm and sturdy, and without even realizing what was happening, you felt the pressure in his hands increase and a blessed lightness spread across the top of your hips and your pelvic muscles. 

Joel leaned back just slightly, the weight of your belly in his hands, and he heard you make a noise he had never even heard you make in bed. “Oh God,” you groaned, drawing it out in a soft sigh. “I didn't even realize how much that- please don't move, I just want to stay-” you let your arms drop, thoughts of a shirt vanishing as you let yourself be cradled in this temporary, bodily gravity defying relief. 

Joel wanted to chuckle at your words, but the deep instinct to simultaneously protect you while bringing you so close, around him, be inside you, kicked up again. He could only rest his forehead on the crown of your head, remind himself that you were here and whole and healthy, and marvel at your innate strength and abundant spirit to allow your body to be changed for him and for your family. He would always strive to be worthy of you, he knew that now. For now, that meant standing quietly in your home together, swaying gently, holding you and your child, your whole universe in his hands.

[c00kietin]

This baby can fit so much trauma in it :D

[muchmossymess]

A Revali Fanfic Recommendation

I urge you all to put your life on hold for a moment and go read this brilliant fanfiction:

A hundred years after the fall of Hyrule to Calamity Ganon, and the hero Link has finally sealed the darkness and freed the Divine Beasts of their curse - and with it, their pilots are finally free. But not just as spirits. Awake once again, the four Champions of old have a second chance at life and must re-adjust to this future world with their decendants. Well - all except for one Champion, who doesn't have a decentant. Or even anyone left alive that knew him. Teba is happy to take in his revived ancient idol as one of his own, but sharing a living space with a hundred year old Champion with an ego the size of his divine beast and who might have some issues he's not willing to share can be a lot sometimes and they don't always see eye to eye. Revali thinks he should return to leading the new generation of Rito warriors. Teba thinks this actual child should never have been leading warriors or fighting a war in the first place. Tulin is just excited to have the infamous Rito Champion in his house.

Beautifully written and lovingly crafted, this baby can fit so much trauma and whump into the most gut-wrenching and heat-breakingly found family story you may ever read. 130,000 words, 36 chapters (and still regularly updating!), and a CRIMINALLY low number of kudos. If that doesn't sway you, here is some gushing under the cut <3

You think you've read a champions revival fic before? This will have you saying "how the FUCK have I not seen this before" and completely change the way you view everything (mild exaggeration. m i l d). We have all of your favourite revali tropes: being a dick and getting owned, being a dick and being right, getting own and never showing those feelings to the light of day, getting killed, getting unkilled and loved, showing emotions but being super weird and revali about it, bonding with tulin!!, bonding with teba and the rest of rito village, bonding with the champions, having panic attacks and trauma, vah medoh being the best ever, being a terrifying force of nature, being an idiot kid, and so much more!

Do you like grumpy dad teba? Do you like revali swallowing his pride? Do you like revali immediately spitting his pride back up and being a bitchy bird? Do you like mipha and revali as gossip buddies? Do you like the complete and utter fool revali makes of himself everytime he so much as hears the name link? Do you like people seeing right through his facade and calling him out on it?

AND NOT TO MENTION THE WORLD BUILDING??? this fic is so in depth of the political climates, racism, lore, changes in culture during times of war, colonisation, biology of the races and just fucking everything?? It adds so much life to the world of hyrule I am genuinely shocked at how much this person clearly loves these games (botw/totk/aoc) and they are able to incorporate all of this amazing information in a way that flows so naturally and just hhrnngngg I am fucking insane about it. THE SCIENCE, oh my god how did I forget all the wonderous thoughts surrounding the divine beasts and the sheikah tech, oh god and how they write the magic system? Guys I swear it's so good.

Characterisation is on point, everyone feels so full of life and that they are reacting exactly how you would expect them too, and they just seem so real, like they are right beside you as you're reading. The author does an IMMACULATE job of drawing you in and making you feel a part of the story, all the while being just beautifully written?

Don't get me started on the attention to rito culture. I have never seen someone pour so much love into something before, genuinely on of the greatest things I've seen. I've always had a fascination over how the races of hyrule view each other, similarities and differences, how their cultures and histories intertwine, and conflicts that may arise. But oh. my. god. My jaw was on the floor every time, it's so rich and beautiful but not without the horrors (and oh god, they are Horrors tm) and again it's just so real!!!

Be warned, however, that there is gore and viscera and terror and hurt and war crimes and death (duh), but for each terrible thing to happen it is repaid tenfold in love and kindness somewhere down the line. (Unless you are into hurt no comfort, then sorry buddy!) It is a beautiful narrative and the exploration of trauma and self is mind boggling and just go read it!!! 😭 😭 😭 I just love this fic so much, it has instantly sky-rocketed to one of my top 3 favourite fics I've ever read, and I'm so grateful to have found it and now be along for the ride that if I could bring that to one more person then by god I will fucking do it

[pettyprocrastination]

hiiiiii tj <3

i see you're back in your konig era and was wondering if you have any new hcs for our big teddy bear <3

HIIII ERIIIII :D

warnings: description of bullying, violence, social anxiety, insecurities, smut

SFW

So for me personally he’s very. Socially inept. Not in a ‘cute soft anxiety boy’ way but in the way that he will come off either deeply unsettling by staring at you in silence or like a total fucking asshole. Spent his entire childhood severely bullied and ostracized so any sort of slight against him, he will take personally and gets easily frustrated with himself for not handling situations/social intricacies smoothly

Probably has plenty of stretch marks from having such a big growth spurt growing up. 

Something about being severely bullied and then realizing his own size and strength means he could give his harassers some ferociousness back as a teen def…led to something. 

I HC that he has some pretty severe scarring on his face from being ganged up on as a kid, which only furthered him being an outsider to other kids/teens growing up so he wears his hood or some sort of facial covering on base as well. Severe trauma and all that. 

Most definitely has a criminal record from when he was a kid and fought back against a bully after said incident and ended up just getting tunnel vision and…destroying that poor kid. The case was either sealed because he was a minor or expunged completely because the argument was that it was in self defense and he had the scars to prove their previous assaults on him. Nonetheless. It left him fucked up. 

Shifting from being the defenseless kid being harassed and bullied to a bloodied teenager that now knows his strength and his capabilities in defending himself. Ough. 

Part of the reason he sheds his insecurities on the field. He’s able to not worry about being watched or ridiculed and just go full fucking ham and he loves it. Part of the reason why his voice lines are so shrieky and gloating. I love it lmao. 

If you’re on his side/somebody he considers to be an ally/friend? He may not talk much but will sort of…loom about. Small interjections here and there but overall just this shadow following you around- not that you mind. 

Will look over at you when he does something successfully for a bit of praise like ‘hey? Did you see that? Wasn’t that cool? Please tell me im cool’ without saying it outloud. 

I’m not sure if him being 6’10 is genuine canon (i can’t remember where I saw that if im being honest) but id imagine given how tall he looks finding clothes that fit him are a fucking pain. 

DIY king. At his height and size he will have to do the occasional alterations on his clothes. Grew up with a single mother who did her all to give her baby boy a good life which meant teaching him how to sew from a young age, a small hobby he would partake in while sitting at his mother’s side and beam bright when she told him he was doing a good job. 

Enjoys being in the wilderness quite a bit. 

I imagine him to be a ginger for some reason. His hair isn’t too long but enough that he can tie it up so it doesn’t get in his face. If you become close enough to him that you can see him without his hood on, please run your fingers through his hair he will reach nirvana. 

I’d also imagine that after spending so long covering his face, being without it feels. Weird. A touch overstimulating at first too. 

Sort of like how in that one ep of the mandalorian season two where din has to take off his helmet to get into that database, you see all his emotions and him react to the wind hitting his face because he isn’t used to it. 

NSFW

That being said. Once you kiss him he’s a bit of an addict for it. Won’t be out of the norm to find him pulling you back into his lap with a whisper of “one more, liebling? Please?” when you have to leave for a briefing in five minutes but then he nibbles at that spot on your neck and you just can’t say no to him. 

Not a virgin, but not overly experienced either. I’d imagine there’s been a few flings in the past of folks who have met this quiet giant and just had to suck him off cause I mean, who wouldn’t? But the genuine intimacy of face to face, holding one another while fucking? It’s a rarity he hasn’t truly been able to experience yet. 

Big dick and doesn’t realize it.

Loves a good makeout sesh. Doesn’t care if it’s juvenile or whatever if you sit on his lap and put on a movie in the background he will make out for fucking hours with his hand slipping up your shirt and pressing himself against your hips.

Tit man. Maybe it’s because I’m a fan of the honkers myself and i'm just projecting but the dude loooves to play with his partner’s chest. Big? small? Flat? He doesn’t give a fuck. Titties are titties please for the love of god let him touch you 

Kinda goes insane for the type of shirt where he can see the outline of your tits through it if you aren’t wearing a bra. Don’t be surprised if he corners you during the day and scolds you for being “So cruel” to him by wearing it before he starts mouthing at your chest through the fabric. 

Kissing, sucking, biting, licking, the man loves tits and will do it all god bless him. 

Nipple piercings will make his head explode

Loooves eating pussy. SO so much. Will go to the point where you have to pull on his hair to get him off of you and then he has the audacity to look at you with those sad eyes and ask for one more. 

Loves loves loves when you leave hickeys on him. He’ll never get in trouble for having them since he’s covered from head to toe at all times in the field but man does it get him riled up. Sees it as some sort of mark of your relationship to him, a little reminder for him to see in the mirror after your night together and he will plead for you to mark him up, he’s tough he can take it. 

“You can do it for me, can’t you? I know you can. Just one more, yes?” 

The type to kiss the pussy first, he’s a romantic. 

Will mumble/moan praise while between your legs. Talking about how pretty your pussy is and how you're so soft all over it has you completely braindead. 

Absolutely obscene with it, moaning and sloppy damn near drooling between your legs because he’s so drunk on you. 

Has no preference to where he gets to cum. Sex with you is joy itself but if you were to twist his arm: he’d say he likes to cum inside of you. 

He won’t say that he likes it so much because then he can lean back and watch his cum seep out of your hole, that’s his little secret. (Not a well kept one lmao) 

Probably has a porno-esque fantasy of a “sparring turned to sex” scenario that he keeps tucked away in the back of his mind at all times.

[devine-fem]

ion remember who said that but someone here said that bruce is a bad parent but he loves his sons and that's so true.

He's done bad things but he hasn't done them out of genuine assholery, like he genuinely cares but bro has no clue on how to deal with the kids emotions.

And that doesn't necessarily make him a bad person. Maybe a bad parent but he isn't some evil abuser like the other side of the fandom makes him out to be, and he isn't a saint who loves to shelter kids like a mother hen either...

y'all need to start allowing people to do bad things cuz they DO. Parents can be emotionally abusive or give a kid trauma without even realizing. And it's sad that for Damian we have to fit him into either A: Talia hits him and tortures him B: Bruce hits him or tortures him or C: they're both angels of parents 😭 or D where they both do it ig

Need Damian's trauma to be such that you cant exactly place the blame on someone, but it's there and it's bad. IDK IF I MAKE SENSE UGHHHH

No, stop. Imagine going from a world where you’re not allowed to become emotionally attached to anything and you’re proned to violence for survival. Then you go form that to an emotionally distant and neglectful father who has been proned to violence since his 20s and has you go straight into breaking criminal necks in yellow suits.

Mind you, the only person who thought it’s be a good idea to have Damian completely taken out of their lives as they were was Talia Al Ghul. She wanted to give him up to adoption in secret so he wouldn’t have to grow up in the league or with Bruce Wayne.

Imagine your parents love you to death but just that, it’s always to death: they can never just show you like a normal person what loves supposed to be. They always gotta show it differently and how confusing that must be for a child?

We simply do not ignore the bad things Bruce does to Damian like we do Talia but I do and I always will. The morrison run was too important to Damian’s story to ignore and City of Bane, etc was too important an event to ignore. Fortunately, we have cognitive thought and can determine what’s in character and that even bad actions doesn’t mean these characters just always had bad intentions. Damian will always be their baby boy, they love him so much but unfortunately… they love him in a way that accommodates for both their seperate missions… which is why he’s so between two worlds…

I truly couldn’t like Talia, Bruce and Damian if they were exempted from all bad action; it’s fun only when there’s complexity… I don’t read these comics for family feels anyway but I also take this things head on because well, they did them and it can’t be ignored how we wish it could.

[outlandish-dreamer]

hai ^u^ um i was wondering if you had any toddler / baby regressor vanessa headcanons from the fnaf movie ? :00 or anything about her hehe , i'm an introject of her and i've been looking for some stuff :33

I do actually!! She's been on my mind a lot recently, so here's what I have for her :D

(I'm probably going to include some of my other headcanons just because I feel like they fit here as well if that's okay!)

Baby Regressor! Vanessa

She's not quite sure what her age range is, though she does know it's pretty small. Mainly because it's before she can remember all the things that happened with her family, so with being pretty young at that state, it's between 0-3.

Very independent, "I can do it myself !!" I feel like she wouldn't really care about having a caregiver, like it's not something she thinks she needs, but won't say no if it happens.

Because of that, she has trouble letting her guard down around others when she's regressed (mainly Mike). Feeling that vulnerable around someone else reminds her of when she was a kid, so it's hard for her to trust that he won't do anything to her.

Dealing with the trauma of everything is hard on someone that's as small as she is. Her brain doesn't know how to process it all and it takes a toll on her both mentally and emotionally. Sometimes she just cries and doesn't know why, but aside from that, she's not really an explosive or overly emotional kid. Mainly a little bit more sensitive than anything.

Is a little nervous when it comes to him acting like a sort of parental/brother figure towards her. She hasn't experienced that in a long time and ever since she's worried it would turn out just like her relationship with her father. That she'll be rejected, taken advantage of, or forced to "grow up."

Mike, being the ever-patient guy he is, wishes he could get rid of those feelings for her. He'd never hurt Vanessa and despite how much she questions it, he still reassures her that he won't.

Will tag along with him anytime she can. He's pretty much the one person she trusts with this and will take up any chance to be around him. Since she's content to pretty much sit and sleep or watch, he doesn't mind.

He also gets much more protective over her when she's little. It could be something as small as seeing a bug in the house or crossing the street, but whatever it is, he's making sure she's alright. That's his baby and though he's still figuring it out, he'll do anything for her.

Very tired kiddo, but hates sleeping alone. She spends most nights (if they aren't with each other) on the phone with Mike or falling asleep together (which happens more often than the former.) And he, having a similar problem, is cool with it either way.

Has a plush bunny (and later on, all the other animatronics) that she keeps with her at all times. It's small enough to fit in her pocket, so she can bring it in to work whenever she's having a rough day.

While her skills aren't as good as they normally are, she still loves to draw with Abby when she feels old enough to. Most of the time they're just scribbles and she's proud of it either way.

S O many forts. It's not even funny. They're her favorite spot to be in and there's no stopping her and Abby from building them.

Speaking of which, it was difficult in the first place to tell Mike about her regression, and it was even more so when it came to Abby. She was a kid and Vanessa didn't expect her to understand it, plus she worried that it would freak her out. They didn't exactly say it was that, but they pretty much put in a way that made sense to Abby. And she didn't mind, she was actually happy to have someone to play with, even if it wasn't someone exactly her age.

She never had a ton of pet names growing up, so Mike takes advantage of that. Mainly variations of her name like "Nessa", and he calls her ones he finds silly or funny. Like "Peanut" or "Munchkin." He does have a favorite though and ends up calling her "Little Lady" most often.

Much more comfortable with PDA/touching in general when she's little. Even if it's just small, subtle things like holding each other's pinkies or holding hands. It helps her feel safer to know that someone else is there like "Hey, I got you." And it helps both her and Mike open up more to each other by doing it.

the DNI banner credit goes to @geekgirl-33, I hope it's okay that I used it!

[witchthewriter]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐓 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: this is excluding the ones they have on the show. May have spoilers? The characters are a mix of both GoT show and the books. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌

・You scoured high and low to find at least one dire wolf pup. It took you two years (and all that time you hid it from Sansa. You wanted to hide her from feeling the constant disappointment of it not working out.) 

・It started when you realised how much Sansa was talking about Lady, specifically how much she missed her. 

・Now that she was safe, away from the dangers of King’s Landing. Sansa now let all that trauma wash over her - it was the steps in moving forward to healing 

・And a part of that was realising how much she had lost. Particularly, how much she missed Lady. 

・So, that’s what sparked your desire to find one for Sansa. You thought she deserved another chance of connecting to a direwolf. And hopefully her warging abilities would work once again. 

・Two and a half years later, you found a litter of direwolf pups on the outskirts of Winterfell. Three to be exact. 

・The mother was on her death bed and you couldn’t bare to see her suffer. 

・You asked a maester to treat the animal (much to their dismay). But animals held a big piece of your heart. 

・Mirculously all four direwolves were healthy, and you felt overjoyed but overwhelmed. How would Sansa react? You were only expecting to present her one. But now four? 

    The Queen in the North found your note and trekked down to the stables, where the three pups and mother had been kept. 

・ “Wha-what is this?” Sansa was shocked. Not entirely comprehending wat was before her. 

  “A ... surprise!” You said half-heartedly. 

・And she was surprised. 

・And...she cried. 

・All those traumas escaped through her tears, and she did something you had never seen her do. 

・Sansa, who bowed to no one, who held her head high, stalked towards them (she wanted to run but didn’t want to scare them) and fell to her knees. 

・She sobbed as she held the babies, who howled and cried, nuzzling themselves in Sansa’s arm

   “I’m keeping them all,” she said through tears of both grief and joy. 

・You nearly started crying at the sight. And wanted to run over to her, but instead, you let her have her moment. She deserved it. 

・And in that moment, Sansa could feel her family. Her mother, Robb, Rickon, and her father. She stayed in that stable for over an hour. Sobbing into the fur of the mother direwolf. 

𝑱𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘

・Ghost was a good companion. A beautiful boy who followed Jon’s every move. And you both adored him. 

・So Jon didn’t actively go out looking for another pet. 

・ Especially since he’s now living with the Wildlings. 

・But being together with you, meant that animals would somehow be a part of your lives

・You love animals. And you can’t help but give aid to whatever creature needs it 

・You had that conversation with Jon before, and you both came to the conclusion that Ghost wouldn’t do well with another dog

・And you didn’t get another dog ...

・While travelling with the Wildlings you came across an interesting part of Westeros where they had animals called ‘ferrets’. 

・They were long, lanky things that made funny noises and you instantly fell in love

・When Ghost came up to the vendor, his red eyes glowing, he sniffed one ferret in particular and looked at Jon, did a certain motion with his head (that you told Jon was a nod) and walked away. 

・Jon was put off by the animal. He thought it looked too ... unworldly. 

      “Like a deformed cat,” Jon had said and you scolded him

“But it’s cute. And she can fit in my pack.”

・Jon sighed and paid the vendor, who thanked you generously and stashed the money without telling you one important bit of information

・The ferret was pregnant.

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

・There was a lot of space in the castle that Dany had usurped 

・And although you loved her dragons, they weren’t exactly the cuddling, interactive type

・Viserion was the most affectionate, but even he could become irritated with too much physical attention

・And Dany could see that you vyed for affection - she gave you as much as she could whenever she could

・But duties and responsibilities were constantly pulling her away from you 

・So on your nameday, she surprised you. 

・The small bun had the floppiest ears and you adored it the moment you set eyes on it

   “What ... is it, exactly?” You said in Old Valyrian.

“A rabbit,” she responded, stroking its’ white floppy ear. 

    “I love it!” 

・Dany had even set up a space in your rooms for it. Hay, food, water, a little home where it could hide away

・She had done all this while you were distracted by Missandei 

・And you knew you were the luckiest person in the world. 

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆

・His outright answer was no. 

・No animal would exist on his land unless it contributed in one way or another 

・The horses were used for travel, the cows for milk and the chickens for eggs. 

・But you wanted a puppy so badly.

・And you told Sandor that the Hound needed ...  a hound

    “It’s funny!” You said one evening, rugged up in bed while he added wood to the fire. 

     He only looked over his shoulder and raised a brow. 

・But you weren’t someone who liked being told to do. Sandor knew this. 

・And at noon a few days later, you packed a horse and got ready to go into town. 

・He knew you too well

・Sandor was standing at the fence, leaning against the pillar. 

・You slowed the horse and jumped from the saddle

    “I thought you were milking the cows,” you said, crossing your arms

“And I thought you were collecting the eggs.” 

・You scrunched your nose and stared at him. He stared straight back. 

・ “I’m going to get one,” you stated, unclasping your arms and leading the horse back to your cottage

“I know,” Sandor muttered to himself, shaking his head

・A week later you awoke to a high-pitched noise

・Jumping from your bed you raced toward the sound, thinking a fox had gotten into the hen coop

・But the chickens were fine. Clucking at you in annoyance for waking them. 

    A mewling pup wiggled in Sandor’s arms, crying for its mother. 

“Sandor?” You said in shock. 

     “A hound for Mrs/Mr Hound.”

𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

・A cat; wouldn’t matter if it was long-haired or short-haired. Cersei would make sure the servants fresh her daily

・Many might think Cersei would have a pet like a snake or something that represents manipulation. But a cat suited her perfectly. A creature that isn’t needy - doesn’t follow you everywhere, values its independence and cleans itself

・Like a Princess for a Princess 

・Everyone would be able to differentiate this cat from the others in King’s Landing because around its neck is a collar made of gold. Solid gold. 

・It’s not too heavy and is clasped in a lock which only Cersei has the key

・Joffrey never liked the thing. And that’s what he called it, ‘the thing.’ 

・Cersei’s eldest son never liked animals much, but he especially hated the one that held his mother’s affection 

・Every night the cat would find its way into Cersei’s bed, sleeping at the end of it. 

・However, if anyone else was in the bed besides Cersei, the pretty feline would not enter

𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉

・A dog. However, she didn’t go out of her way to purchase an animal or go looking for one. But a starving dog chose Brienne. 

・The poor pup was stuck in a trap, and with Brienne’s golden heart, she couldn’t leave it there to suffer

・So, she freed it. And for days, it followed her. 

・Brienne tried to shoo it away. She even resorted to throwing sticks at it (lightly throwing). But it didn’t deter the young wolfhound 

・By the end of the week, Brienne had started hunting for two, rather than one.

・She’d cleaned and wrapped its leg with a spare shirt, and hand-fed it her food.

・When she finally returned home, with a sheepish look on her face, you knew something was up. But you thought something awful had happened. Maybe she wasn’t able to reach Queen Sansa in time for the meeting. 

・But it wasn’t something serious at all. 

・Just a malnourished pup who had trusted a white-haired knight and ended up with the perfect family. 

𝑱𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

・Honestly, Jaime wouldn’t want a pet of any kind. Not a dog, a cat, a rabbit or direwolf. He didn’t want anything reliant on him. 

・Jaime felt this way all through his childhood through his teens and early adulthood. 

・It wasn’t until he had personal growth, and a part of that was from meeting you. And the overarching factor of his growth was due to leaving Cersei

・Now that he’s ready to settle down, to have a life of his own, the thought of a pet was prevalent on his mind 

・Like a practice run for a baby

・Because he never got to look after the children he had with Cersei

・So with you, whether you bore his child or you both adopted one, Jaime wanted to take a step back and have a pet in preparation

・Together you brainstormed for weeks, thinking of the best pet. You wanted a dog, one that would grow big and strong. That would scare off anyone that would do you harm. 

・All Jaime could think of was the slobber, and the hair, and the size of the poops. 

    “Oh Jaime, please! It’d probably smell better than you,” you winked at him and he chuckled.

Smirking he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against him, “and yet, you still let me sleep in your bed.” 

・It was funny though, because you didn’t end up with a dog. Or a cat. Or a rabbit or even a mouse. 

・Somehow, you had adopted ... a fox

・The little red kit was crying for his mother, who had either abandoned him or died. 

・And it wasn’t even you who had found him. Jaime was out in the field, on the plane of land that you both lived on, and heard him crying. 

・He bundled up the four-legged creature and brought him inside from the cold. 

     “Y/n,” Jaime said hesitantly, and you could see the smug look on his face. A joke waiting to tumble from his lips. 

     “It’s a boy! You have a son!” 

𝑷𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑷𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

・Pod had never had a pet before, and when you suggested it, he was over the moon. 

・Every night before bed he deliberated. 

    “Do you like dogs? How about cats? What if it doesn’t like me?” His ramblings made you smile. God, he was the perfect personification of a golden retriever. 

“Honey, you’re fine, it’s fine. There isn’t one person in this world who doesn’t like you.”

    “Um that old lady in the village didn’t like me.”

“Because you bumped into her while you were covered in blood. Once you started talking to her, she practically fell in love.” 

・Pod blushed at that comment

・The very next day, you saw the same lady in the village, but she looked troubled.

・Pod instantly walked over to her and asked what was the matter

    “My old cat had a whole litter of kittens,” she said while leaning on her walking stick, “and I don’t know what to do with them!” 

・You and Pod looked at each other and smiled. 

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍

・It was a shock when the sparrow landed on her window sill. He was jumping here and there, happily tweeting. 

・And then out of nowhere a large grey owl swooped from the hidden shadows and snatched the sparrow in its’ clutches. 

・Margaery gasped, and acted so swiftly, even retelling the stories she thought she misunderstood her own actions

・But her instincts kicked in

・And she snatched the owl’s leg and pulled it towards her. This loosened the owl’s grip and the sparrow flew away

・ “Now what was that!” She shrieked at the owl, who hooted angrily at the Tyrell princess

・She had been feeding the owl bits of feed and dead mice she found around the castle 

・But apparently it wanted to show off, yet Margaery wasn’t having a bar of it

    “That was very rude,” she said, but moved forward and stroked the owl’s soft feathers. 

    “But also very impressive.” 

[starsurface]

Do you have Nightwolf age regressor headcanons too? I loved your Caregiver one and would be sooo curious to see the flip side of the coin! Poor baby has trauma in his lore that makes him seem so lil’ and precious! 😭❤️

I don't know much about his lore, but if you'd like more hcs focused on what he's been through, I can make that post!!! :D These are just some Regression Nightwolf hcs that I have for him but I'd love to do more if you'd like focusing more on what he's been through!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Nightwolf Hcs

🐺 Regresses to about 3-5

🐺 Also had a middlespace headspace of about 11/12

🐺 (^ My personal hc is that he had a HUGE emo/metal phase in middle school and so when he regresses, he becomes a moody 12 year old that knows everything)

🐺 Fujin thinks this headspace is adorable and it makes Nightwolf so pouty because psh, come on! He isn't some baby! >:/

🐺 Has this very certain jacket he wears when hes in that headspace and very specific makeup (cried the ONE time Fujin laughed, Fujin felt so terrible and offered to let himself get decked in emo just to make up for it)

🐺 Fujin normally watches him when he's small

🐺 Very rarely has a babysitter but if he did, it'd probably be his Momma or Auntie (they're all incredibly close and very supportive)

🐺 Very energetic toddler

🐺 I'm not exactly sure how his green spirit animals work (i don't have him as a playable character yet), but if he can summon them at will, this man's cuddling the bear

🐺 Has little toys he's made for himself, like a set of blocks and a wooden toy boat

🐺 Adores his hair brushed but you've gotta ask and you need to be close to him!!

🐺 Can and Will try to play with his ax (you gotta tell him it's not safe and he'll normally let it go)

🐺 Nature baby 100% of the way

🐺 Likes going on little walks and giving you pinecone or rocks he found cool

🐺 (^ You better keep them, he might cry if you try to get rid of them)

🐺 Likes sitting outside and just rumbling and tumbling in the grass

🐺 Adores bath time!!!

🐺 Will splash everywhere if he still has energy though

🐺 But if it's bathtime, he's normally pretty tuckered and mellowed out

🐺 Likes naptime on certain days, like when he's feeling sleepy

🐺 But will dodge it like a plague if he still wants to run around and have fun

🐺 Very good on the rules, normally always sticks to them

🐺 But does have hissy fits, especially if he has to go inside and doesn't wanna

🐺 Pouting, stomping, laying on the ground, he doesn't wanna go inside just yet!! >:(

🐺 If you let him throw his little hissy fit he'll eventually sit up and look at you like ‘🥺’ because now he thinks he's in trouble and doesn't wanna get punished

🐺 Just remind him that just because he lashed out doesn't make him naughty, and that he's a very good boy

🐺 If he's still a bit stubborn about going inside, remind him of bathtime and how cozy naptime is and that usually does the trick

🐺 If you don't like outside? He'll get really pouty, but won't force you to come cuddle him in the grass

🐺 Just watch him from the window, he should he okay

🐺 Or plan some fun arts and crafts inside, he likes those

🐺 Cuddles and storytime work too, n

🐺 I could see him asking a million and one questions about everything and anything

🐺 Not cause he wants to bug you, but because he likes to learn :3

🐺 Ugh, I could totally see him as that one kid that will bring bugs inside the house cause ‘They're cold!! 🥺’

🐺 If you like bugs, that's great!! You two get to make the bug feel very comfy until it has to go back outside

🐺 If you don't, he might pout a bit but is rather understanding

🐺 He'd rather make you happy than a bug, plus the bug can hurry itself ungrounded so he'll be okay in the end

🐺 Wants to help out with everything you do but is also too small to do anything and he'll watch over your shoulder and give advice

🐺 The advice is either surprisingly good or really really childish

🐺 ‘Can we add extra salt?’ The food taste better already

🐺 ‘Can we put in glitter to make it shiny?’ Erm, no kiddo, we gotta make sure it's still edible

🐺 Favorite little nicknames are Kidda, Bub, ‘Hun, Moony, Sunshine, Bug, Baby Bear

🐺 But any nickname will make him squirm happily and bkush

🐺 I'm not saying anything, but he'd make you a mud pie like Max from Max and Ruby and be SO proud of it!!

🐺 Just tell him it looks amazing!! But don't throw it out until he's big because he'll have the most destroyed face watching you attempt it throw it out

🐺 Doesn't watch many cartoons, but if you want him to stay inside so that his bath can fill or dinner will be ready in a few minutes, he'll watch some shows

🐺 Probably also a Studio Ghibli fan

🐺 (^ I'm projecting, his favorite movie is Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)

🐺 If he regresses because of big negative feelings or scary, scary thoughts, he'll run to you and hide in your arms

🐺 He knows he's a pretty buff dude, but just letting him hurry his head in your shoulder while you scratch his scalp and rub his back really helps him

🐺 If he starts crying, kids his forehead and rock him gently

🐺 Man's been through a ton, he just wants someone there to be there and love him

🐺 Learnt of age regression through Fujin when he came to Fujin about his memories as a reverant and how he didn't know how to handle them

🐺 Maybe a wolf regressor but I dunno

🐺 I know one of his victories has him howling at the moon, so he'll do that and then giggle when you cross his arms

🐺 Not a chewer or a biter, but will sometimes knaw your arm or hand out of love, almost like he's giving you a kiss

🐺 (^ Will do this in his little headpace too, not just wolf)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love Nightwolf, he's so Dad but even Dad's deserve a break (and I really need to buy MK11 Aftermath)

[Also I did get your second ask, and don't worry!! You asked anymousely!!]

[colonoscopys]

I AM THE ANON ALWAYS ASKING FUN QUESTIONS :D bc your answers are genuinely so fun to read like the pastry one was so detailed. love it <3 anyway new question what color would each member of the 118 be

you are SOOOOO sweet i like you so much. here you go i hope this one is nice for you too

this is going to be highly debated. i respect that

so bobby would be hex code color d7ae04:

so bobby would be yellow because he is from midwest and corn. kidding. he wouldn't JUST be yellow corn, he would be a little darker because he reflects darker tones through his backstory and character. i think when he cooks (soup, specifically) in his house this is the color that he emits. i like that it's a little darker but not too dark, and it's a little light as well because i think he's got this golden retriever charm amidst the darkness.

now you might think NEXT. would be buck, his golden retriever son. however i think that eddie is hex code 331800

now this isn't just a brown. this has hints of magenta and gold if you look really really close. i also think that it's a little similar to bobby's yellow, just a couple shades off. the only thing i have to base off of this comparison is that i think if you dug your face into eddie's t-shirt in a comforting moment, this would be the shirt color he was wearing. it just fits. another color i would choose for him would be F0EAD6, which is eggshell. i think the reason i chose this color is because he looked really sexy wearing this colored sweater that one christmas episode.

now we have buck. buck is obviously some sort of blue. now i don't think we can go with the color of his eyes (some sources say baby blue. idk.) but i think we have a more richer blue that's associated with him this is hex code AK11181

i think this is the most fitting because the guy is such an emerald tone dude. also, it's closest color to the LAFD t-shirts, which make up a large part of him. also he has a lot of trauma with water and rain

hen is either emerald green or deep orange. i think deep orange because she exhibits strong leadership tendacies like bobby, but green because it's such a beautiful color which fits her :D i don't know why but when imagining these colors i thought about her pretty glasses

this is the colors im imaginging: hex code 1A4C39 and hex code 0xFFBF360C (...irish queen?)

chimney is purple, but a light lavender purple. i think this fits because maddie is purple too, but also because i think purple overall can mean some DEEP SHIT, but light purple brings a little whimsy and joy to a serious core. also i think chimney is so very bisexual and this is such a bisexual color. i think one time jee says he likes this color, and he inhabits the Immigrant Father Core and starts buying everything in this color

this is hex code: ddd5f3

ravi is red. simply because he is indian and it reminds me of the vermillion. all indian mothers emit this color sometimes, and he is like my indian mother. also because when i close my eyes and imagine him like a blob, he's dark red at the center and then streaming out reds and baby pinks

this is hex code 610000

addition: here's seti's rendition:

[kiyoitiepie]

Gurl, let me do you one better regarding mpreg Pit Babe :)

Pregnant babe won't happen because we have: Charlie's arc in becoming Enigma by the drugs he uses in S1. (Even if Way is not the bad guy, Tony, the rich evil bastard who might very well dabbled in Experimental drugs and experiments of children to make himself powerful and immortal, IS so to stop him... Enigma Charlie? Hell yes!), Tony and Way are not dead and on their asses with a vendetta. Babe has fears (child abandonment, not being good enough parent, daddy issues, kidnapping, lingering trust issues, and maybeee toxic masculinity and body image issues? Who knows! ).

To me, the most logical thing would be Charlie and Babe's story arc in S2, which is them getting over their issues. Defeating baddies. Finally having peaceful life at the end of the series, and then Babe can ask him the same question that Charlie asked after they became boyfriends. "Do you want to have a child?"

The other logical thing is if they DO introduce Omegas, then Jeff is an omega (either he hid the fact due to society or the bastard Tony OR Jeff didn't know) and becomes pregnant. Alan pretty much hypervents and is scared shitless of parenthood.

Jeff on the other hand has soo much potential to have an angsty arc!

Tony is alive, and if he finds out, then Jeff and the baby's life is in danger.

Jeff sees a premonition where he gets kidnapped, OR someone kidnaps the baby from the crib.

His powers take a toll on his body and mind since he sees premonitions regarding X hunter family and Alan, where they are in constant danger.

Tony could either be dead, and his presence is a hallucination induced by Way, who is very much alive because Enigma powers! (remember, we don't know much about how powerful they could be) or Tony could be alive because an evil rich bastard like him who doesn't care about human lives, sells people especially children dead or alive. (And breeds and teaches them like animals) DO YOU REALLY THINK such an evil shit gonna be like "hmm.. let me just sell these super powered children and not think about my mortal life"

I bet my non-existence balls that he not only sold those children but also lobbied companies and scientists who experiment on healing or ways to make oneself immortal.

Just imagine how terrifying he becomes! From an evil bastard who does inhuman stuff ==> to undefeated evil bastard who does inhuman stuff and will never die no matter how much bullet you use and can easily buy powerful people in governments because he doesn't waste any resources (even the dead people) and he's filthy rich.

(Clears throat) My excitement is over now.... thanks for reading! :D

P.s. by the way, I think Babe's dad freed them. My theory is that he either is a cop (post-losing childBabe) or works in an organization that protects special alphas. He be like, "Well, kids either help me out of this prison or refuse and stay in prison) and mot say a word to our characters about the impending threat, which is Tony/Way. So we have three groups: X hunter family (protagonists), evil duo (antagonists), and suicide squad trio (trying to prevent shit from happening)

omg now that you mention it i can definitely see tony working on a way to be immortal. it just fits the bill. i’d be excited to see charlie become an enigma and honestly doubt they’d introduce omegas this far down the line unless it heavily affects the storyline.

i can see how mpreg logically isn’t going to happen in s2 but i also feel like logic isn’t the way to go with this show. esp with the trailer showing not one but two dead and buried ppl alive. but if we are considering logic, s1 was about babe, the heartless racer, learning that he’s allowed to love and be loved in return. the reason he felt that he couldn’t be is the trauma of being sold by his family and brainwashed by his friend. s1 was about him overcoming those things and opening his heart to love in spite of them. in that way i do feel like its logical to think that s2 features babe’s character growing enough to also open his heart up to making a family of his own. funny enough i actually don’t think season 2 will have mpreg. i don’t think they’re brave enough. but i would love to be proven wrong.

loving the suicide squad concept but i feel like itd be cool if pete freed them. im a sucker for petekenta ~

[nephilimbrute]

uhngigmg

i wanna know more about ur agent headcanons!! ships, regular headcanons, anything will work fine!! ur agents are so detailed with their personalities and ADUGHGHGH

i would really love to learn more about Val. I like her long teeth, makes her menacing. just her personality in general, I would like to know more about. but i also want to learn about the rest !! :D

and I think my oc X (X is their name dw) and Val would be best friendz :333

😃(smiling so hard my eyes pop out)

<333 where do i start uhmm..... yeah we can start with val 0 :3

val was picked up by the squid sisters, she liked her job because she was bored and she was like "cool i can put my smarts to this" Bad news! she used to tolerate them until THAT happened. she loves cats and once tried to steal judd. likes to mess with others, she does use her claws and fangs (her girlfriend walks away looking like a game of tic tac toe). my friend says she's an orange cat and i think that's true

val, as per usual, has a deep hatred for the squid sisters. vega has to protect the captain incase she tries to snipe them or anyone else. She can tolerate cap'n cuttlefish, the other agents think of her like a pest . Small and bothersome (spingly makes fun of her). she's also friends with subwoofer

Onto spingly. he once had a celeb crush on off the hook and he also likes hightide era. I could only fit so much into those little profiles but i wrote down that he has a lot of plushies on his bed. He likes to be comfortable and he's super cuddly, he has dreams of being in a splatband. and he has trauma from salmon run

3's real name is riley, though she prefers to be called 3. she has social anxiety and gets all shy when with a lover, but can manage during work. she never (or rarely) takes off her headphones

i designed 8 after a baby deer. in a way.They're a deer in headlights basically. In side order they're dubbed 'File: 008', they lose the ability to speak completely due to how disoriented they are

even though maggie is aware he's making fun of the others and picking on them he's always like "whattt what did i do wrongg...." when they dislike her...he eats fuzzy ooze and is rarely affected by it, though marie insists she shouldn't eat it. she used to sleep in random places and be woken up by smallfry nibbling at his toes

also she's incredibly stupid

vega ... idk 8 used to be intimidated by her, but they kind of changed their mind once they saw how vega practically melts when with marie. she had her metal arm refitted every year, it used to be simpler looking and had a brand logo on the shoulder. the little octopus sticker was given to her by another soldier

+height chart

i do ship ag. 96 but i also ship spingly with one of my other ocs. The purple octoling.... and i also ship.......... ..................... .............marie x vega...... but that's all

splatfest teams.... spingly is team zombie, val is team skeleton, vega is team ghost. val's only reasoning is "skeletons are DEAD. and i want to see the squid sisters that way"

also ghostfish :3 take a wild guess at who's under the mask

ALSO... i'd love to meet your oc :333

[keepmeinmind-01]

Hello! So interested in exchange student AU and the dogs, but I HAVE to ask about plug in baby because that is giving me a weird image in my head.

thank you so much for asking @tina-mairin-goldstein :D

I'll go through them! I did a little too much writing last week and haven't managed much at all this week. No idea whether I need to rest and recharge or just get a bit more inspired LOL. But I can share some snippets—I write in chunks in the first draft stage so they're a bit everywhere, and these bits might not even make it into the final :')

Exchange Student AU

This is actually the prompt you gave me about a little Newt seeing Theseus and Percy together and being his accepting self!

A Second Person? Visiting the Scamander household?  Well—Second Person wasn’t trailing in. He seemed very confident and self-contained. In fact, Newt has always thought Theseus was exactly like that; but next to this shorter, dark-haired stranger, Theseus suddenly looked coltish and far too smiley. Newt clicked through the settings and accidentally zoomed in far too much on the stranger’s expensive-looking scarf.  Why does he want to spend time with Theseus? Newt mused, as most seven-year-olds with older siblings sometimes do: sure that his brother could hang the moon and stars if he tried, but chagrined by the pure bossiness their relationship seemed to entail enduring. 

Thesival Dogs

It's a one-shot (with several chapters LOL, I don't know if that stops it being a one-shot anymore). I started drafting this in a frenzy over four days because I felt bad about how kmim Theseus never really finds a partner he's comfortable with again. Losing those feelings of intimacy and trust forever hurt me. So, it's set sometime after the end of the election in kmim and kind of diverges from the rest of the outline I have planned for that long story. Theseus and Percival get into a sort of casual-sort of not relationship complicated by their respective traumas. When Percival accidentally triggers Theseus while they're working on a case together, they have to get through it and figure out how to re-negotiate the physical stuff. It goes well—well enough that Theseus accidentally summons his Patronus (a borzoi). But after Percival summons his (a German Shepherd) too, as a joke, the dogs stick around, so they spend the next day figuring out how to make them dispel and thinking about their relationship.

Nearer the start:

Each like a damning indictment—because of him, it could never be long term. Because it’s you, Theseus imagined, because it’s you, and it’s me, they could tangle their broken bodies together, but they couldn’t fix them.

Nearer the middle:

"Tell me how you imagined it," Percival demanded, voice roughening.  "I, ah..." Theseus faltered, uncharacteristically flustered by the heat kindling behind Percival's eyes. Get it together, Scamander. “Mmh?” “Er…” Theseus racked his brains, but it’d been weeks since he’d had a vaguely sexy thought. I thought it’d be nice seemed like a mood killer for someone as skilled in talking filth as Graves. And I love you was all of the steps too far. “You…hmm. You would…um. Or maybe I...or maybe not.”

Plug in Baby

This is named for a song by the band "Muse", because I always end up doing song lyric titles. I do have four other songs that fit wayyy better with the themes, plot points, etc, but even though Muse said they forgot what the song was about because they were high (LOL), there's something particularly good about this as a title imo. This is my dark!thesleta fic, where Leta joins Grindelwald at a rally and Theseus follows her. It's set in a world where Grindelwald and Dumbledore are much more organised and there are very partisan 'sides'. Theseus is less certain, trying to convince her to leave, but when something happens that makes him fall apart, Grindelwald has enough and brainwashes/reconditions him using a mixture of drugs and magic. The 'character is turned into a weapon against the ones they love' trope, basically. It goes downhill from there, and involves Newt, Tina, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, focusing mostly on Theseus, Leta, and Newt. The ending is a bit bittersweet, but I'd say positive, given what happens. I'm curious what the image in your head was! Hopefully, no actual babies? XD

I have no big chunks of text for this one. Even though it's all planned in detail, it's being written in spotty chunks, so here are a few lines I've jotted down:

"You're getting better at this," Gellert said, removing the needle. His voice was approving, almost fond. "Hardly even a flinch anymore." How much did he require tonight? Surely his tolerance was not increasing this quickly.

Power still crackled through his veins like lightning seeking ground. He felt half-feral, drunk on destruction. Unstoppable.

[finn-shitposts]

obSESSED W>ITH YOUR TAGS I HAVE to put order in my thoughts but i love the magic concept of it's same energy but just faster with the lace thing ? since i was little i was like SLAY fucking slay. ALSO ELVA????? ELVA??????????? anyway as an adult i like ertagon a lot he's just a fucking fifteen yo or whatever. I ADORE NAsuada. and Glaedr. and everything. anyhow ive been going down this hole because i wanna read the new book that came out last year so YEAH i guess. Also murtagh baby boy very zuko if i must be cookie-cutting him

REAL SO REAL nasuada fucking RULES!! elva being an enigma to everyone except angela is downright hilarious to me ,, they just have zero clue what to make of her. And glaedr and oromis!! I wanted nothing more as a kid than to learn from them (i used to try recreate that scene where eragon has to meditate on a tree stump and try and sense all the creatures around him. Id just sit in a field for 20 minutes and try and hear everything and identify all the sounds i could pick out.)

Also deeply loved seeing glimpses of the urgals culture in later books its so interesting to me !! And the dwarven clans and gods!!! Im just a sucker for that good good worldbuilding 😌

Murtagh my favourite emo *slaps his head* this boy can fit so much trauma angst :D and damn youre right he really is zuko...

Ive had The Fork the Witch and the Worm for years and the Guide to Alagaesia too, but ive not read Murtagh yet 😔 ive loaned my bookset to my friend in an effort to get them to read it after 4 years of begging xD so i have to wait till they finish so i can reread the whole thing before the new book unfortunately T.T (its been almost a year. To be fair i also borrow books from them for a year at a time sksjsj were both terrible at remembering to read them)

[nyaboshi]

Kimitomo? :D

@exhaustedwriterartist Answering both of you simultaneously, since Kimitomo and Koa kinda go hand-in-hand.

Be warned that there's some violence in their backstories. I won't go into detail, but it'll be mentioned.

First off. Kimitomo. My big bundle of trauma and unhinged behavior.

Kimitomo is an ex-assassin who used to belong to this notorious clan until he was about 16. When he was about 3-4, the clan invaded his village, killed everyone older than six, and took whoever was left to be integrated into their clan. Kimitomo hardly remembers his parents, but his subconscious is very traumatized.

All of these children were quite literally brainwashed to be the perfect assassins. Kimitomo in particular was among the best at his age, so he and a couple others were chosen to be experimented on to see if their physical capabilities could be enhanced. The other two died during the tests, but Kimitomo survived and was successfully enhanced.

He's quicker and has better instincts than the average human being, and he also has SUPER sensitive senses. He smells, hears, and tastes everything, and he has incredibly sharp eyes. His sense of touch is also boosted, and it kinda gives him like a sixth sense. He can sense movement from within a certain radius of him.

However, he ended up having to sacrifice a great deal of his physical strength. He's very weak, and can't take much damage at all. Defeating him isn't much of a challenge, if you can actually manage to hit him. 😭

He lived as a mindless, highly skilled assassin for years. It wasn't until he was 16 that he finally managed to break out of the brainwashing that was given him. He had been given a job where he was meant to kill off a small, wealthy family and bring a certain artifact back to the clan. He managed to kill the father, but the children's terror broke through the barrier over his kind and threw him back to his own parents' deaths. He broke out of the brainwashing enough to let the mother and the children live and abandon the job.

After that, he ran and plotted a way to take out his clan. He succeeded, killing off all of the older members of the clan. However, he spared the children and helped them to shake off the brainwashing. He made sure to send all of them to safe places where they would have happier lives.

As for Kimitomo himself, he's kinda gone off the grid. He still greatly struggles with the effects of the brainwashing. Unlike the children he saved, he was completely under its control and was only able to partially break free. The brainwash effect is still in his mind, and it takes the form of whispers in the back of his mind urging him into violent streaks. 90% of the time he's able to suppress it. But there are moments where it bottles up so much that it breaks out in dramatic fits and he pretty much goes feral.

He wants so badly to be a good person, but he feels like he'll never be able to get there. He's very pessimistic when it comes to himself, and tends to isolate himself from others so he doesn't hurt them. However, he has a HUGE soft spot for kids. Literally cannot say no to them. 😭

As for Koa, he's one of the children Kimitomo saved from the assassin clan. He was a little bit older when he was saved, so he's still somewhat affected by his old life. However, he's been able to grow up into a kind, albeit VERY broody, young man. He's currently searching for Kimitomo because he wants to express his gratitude and try and repay him for saving him from a fate of murder and captivity.

I have an image of Koa that I generated with AI as a reference until I draw him. Yeah yeah, I know, AI art is controversial and all that, but it helps me to have a visual image of my characters when designing them.

My baby 🥰

I don't have a reference for Kimitomo. I didn't like anything the AI gave me .3.

Anyways. Those are my sneaky boys! 👐

Thanks for the asks, you two!

[jaimebluesq]

Ooooh oooh ooooh! What’s your opinion on 3zun?

Short answer: "I love them! You can fit so much angst and trauma into this baby! *chef's kiss*"

Long answer:

You have three men with some similarities between them, but some differences that hugely affect their views of the world and themselves. Sometimes these differences enrich their relationship to one another, other times they divide them more than anything else.

JGY, for example, has one huge difference from the other two, other than the obvious, that informs a lot of his character. Unlike LXC & NMJ, he doesn't have people who depend on him for care and protection from the time he's young. Both NMJ & LXC have little brothers, and both have sects that they know will be theirs to watch over one day - to a certain degree, selflessness and duty to something bigger than them is ingrained into them from the time they're babies. JGY, however, only has his mother, so his decisions are based on what's best for him and her, his main duty is to himself and his mother. Neither is right or wrong, but it definitely informs how they address problems and their own ambitions/desires.

And then you have NMJ who has been 'preparing' for an early death his entire life. Some people have written on this better than I could, how he lives with one foot in the grave and how this influences his view on the world, on duty, on being willing to die for your sect and your ideals. And you have LXC who could probably cultivate to immortality, and JGY who is determined to survive at all costs. Completely different views of themselves.

Another thing I recently thought of is how each would view authority and the safety within. NMJ knows there is no safety in being a sect leader, that his job is to make it safe for others. LXC, however, would definitely see it as a safe place, particularly as he has his uncle's support and backing. JGY knows there is no safety in authority, and in a way I think he balks at it a bit. People in positions of authority put his mother in the situation she was, threw him down the stairs, etc - he knows that just because someone is in an authoritative position, it doesn't mean they're worthy of or deserving of respect. And by the time JGY becomes sect leader, he's killed 3 other sect leaders - nobody knows how precarious his position is better than him. The fact that NHS slides under his nose as he does is quite amazing in fact!

So yeah, they're all very different and unique. they could be so amazing together if they were all on the same page, but when they're not, they're a disaster.

But one thing is more important to anything else, imho - that they love each other. Whether you enjoy a platonic or romantic 3zun, they all do love each other so very, very much. That's why things go wrong so spectacularly - betrayal etc would not hurt so much if the love wasn't there to begin with.

Thank you for the ask! :D