#also 'at the age of six'

[w1nterk1tty]

do any of yall also feel like you cant use/hear certain words or phrases that are like fairly common , like not because you CANT but like it just evokes something in you , like an association you cannot get rid of

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

mycenaean miku

she was there singing on the beaches of llion. homer copied the catalogue of ships from her.

[newgroundstier]

every time i draw niklaus its the new stupidest picture of him that exists in the world

[zaahvi]

aaand the final two for my DA-themed six fanarts challenge: elgar'nan suggested by @vitaeplaysda & bellara suggested by @the-veil-jumper! 🖤

[goldetrash]

[clueless1995]

i really wish we could show the northern hemisphere how fucking weird it is when every “seasonal” trend is tailored for the opposite season to what you’re experiencing like. even the monthly poetry people post i simply cannot relate. it used to make me really sad as a kid especially stuff like christmas when i had never even seen snow (i still haven’t) and every movie or song about it mentioned snow or the cold or whatever

[leonardcohenofficial]

literally getting a phd was a mistake like not really but also

[creepycatboyz]

like father, like son...

[corrodedcoughin]

On the way to work Steve drops by Eddie’s to give him flowers because he wants to ‘woo him properly’. He is so proud of himself when he presents them to Eddie and sees him blush. Steve stays staring at him, rocking on his heels ‘well, are you going to smell them?’

So Eddie leans in and takes a very delicate sniff and Steve insists that he won’t smell them properly like that and all but forces Eddie to shove his head into the bouquet which Eddie very reluctantly does. He comes back up from the flowers and thanks Steve. Feeling pleased, Steve kisses Eddie on the cheek and goes back to his car and off to work.

Eddie immediately starts sneezing and rubbing at his eyes. He’s full on scream sneezing but maintains a death grip on the flowers. This is when Wayne comes out of the bathroom with a raised eyebrow aimed at Eddie. Between sneezes Eddie manages to get out

‘I can’t tell him Wayne. He bought me flowers. Steve! Steve Harrington !! Bought me flowers! I am NOT telling him anything.’ Wayne just pats him on the head as he passes Eddie who has taken a sudden seat on the couch. ‘Fuck, what if he wants flowers at our wedding? FUCK!’ Eddie sneezes again

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[radicalfemimist]

friendly reminder to the ATLA fandom that according to the Avatar extras for the Avatar finale, the timeline of Ursa’s disappearance is described as having happened “more than 7 years ago” meaning Azula in the flashbacks from Zuko Alone was 6 or 7.

[fantastic-nonsense]

And when we get Kaz smashing in heads with his cane and ripping out eyeballs and throwing asshole law clerks into the harbor while saying "there are no good men in Ketterdam" I will cheer

[mothfables]

Wild set the last of the ingredients on the counter before clapping his hands and calling out, “Alright! Who wants to help me make cinnamon apple muffins?”

There was an excited gasp from the loft where Legend was taking a nap followed by quick footsteps. Legend appeared at the top of the stairs and almost tumbled down them in his haste, caught at the last moment by Twilight.

As soon as he had his feet under him the little bounced over to where Wild stood in the kitchen area of the house.

‘Me me me! I wanna bake!’ he signed, hands nearly shaking with his eagerness.

Wild laughed at the clear excitement, grinning back at him. “We need clean hands before we do any baking, remember? And maybe go get changed into something you don’t mind getting dirty. You can borrow some of my clothes if you like.”

Legend nodded before bounding off back up the stairs. Wild shook his head fondly at the sight before taking his own advice and moving to the sink to wash his hands. He’d already put his hair up earlier, so that was one less thing to worry about.

It was only a few minutes before Legend was back, this time in some of Wild’s old clothes - slightly too big on him due to the other boy being several inches shorter and slighter. He scurried over to the sink to wash his hands, glancing at Wild for approval. He beamed when the older hero gave a thumbs up.

When he was done Twilight came over, brush in hand. “Hey, kit. Do you want me to put your hair up to keep it out of the way while you bake?”

Legend nodded and did his best to hold still as the rancher pulled his hair back into a small ponytail. Once he was finished the boy bonked his head gently against the rancher’s chest in thanks with a beaming grin before bouncing back over to Wild.

‘Bake now?’ he signed.

Wild nodded. “Bake now!”

Legend gave a happy squeal, stomping and flapping his hands excitedly.

“Bake bake bake bake!”

Wild guided him over to the counter and pointed out all the ingredients they’d be using. Flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt sat on one side with eggs, oil, and milk on the other. Two apples, freshly picked, sat on a cutting board with a knife next to them on the other counter.

“I’ll cut up the apples, okay? Can you mix all the dry ingredients together? I wrote down the measurements you need here,” he gestured to a piece of paper next to the ingredients and Legend nodded.

Wild left him to it and started on the apples, confident that Twilight could help if Legend ended up needing it; peeling and coring them in quick succession before chopping them into small pieces and dumping into a bowl. When that was done he checked back in on Legend.

The little had his brows furrowed, tongue sticking out in adorable concentration. He carefully poured the last of the dry ingredients into the bowl before mixing them together.

“Good job, blupee,” Wild praised, earning a surprised squeak. Legend’s ears went pink and he rocked side to side, flapping his hands happily. “Time to add the next ingredients. Are you ready?”

An excited nod.

“Okay, I’ll add these if you want to add the apples?”

Legend nodded so quickly he wobbled for a moment and Wild had to reach over to steady him. He let out a giggle before moving to grab the bowl of apple pieces. Wild added the eggs, milk, and oil, then motioned for Legend to pour in the apples. Then he offered his little brother the spoon to mix everything together.

Legend reached for it before biting his lip and pulling his hand back. He glanced from Wild to the spoon then back to Wild again. Then he whispered, sounding suddenly shy, “Help?”

Wild blinked in surprise. “You want me to help?”

Legend nodded, still biting his lip and making Wild worry it would start bleeding. Wild sighed, reaching over to gently ruffle his hair.

“Sure thing, blupee. Good job asking, I’m proud of you.” Legend flushed and glanced away at the praise. “Here, you hold the spoon and I’ll help you mix it all together, alright? Then we can pour it into the muffin tin.”

‘Okay,’ the boy signed, finally reaching out and taking the spoon. His cheeks were still pink.

Together, they folded the apples into the batter before Wild had Legend hold the bowl so he could carefully scoop out enough to fill each well of the muffin tin. Once they were full Legend gathered up all the dirty baking supplies and put them in the sink while Wild quickly whipped up the crumble topping and sprinkled it over top the batter.

“Alright, now we just stick it in the oven and wait for about 25 minutes!” he announced. “Think you can wait that long, little blupee?”

“Uh-huh! I used t’ do it wh’n I helped my Uncle bake back home!” As if to prove it, Legend plopped to the floor in front of the oven right then and there.

“...Okay. Just let me or Twilight know if you want to do something else, alright?” Wild slid the tin into the oven and set a timer on his slate for 25 minutes.

True to his word, Legend didn’t move from his spot once until the timer went off, rocking and humming as he watched the oven with a single-minded focus.

He moved out of the way so Wild could take the tin out of the oven without being told, gasping in delight at the now-baked muffins. He watched closely as the older boy inserted a toothpicks into each muffin, checking to see if it came out clean.

“Hey, Lege, go call the others in so we can eat these before they go cold?”

“Yeah!” Legend raced to the door and yanked it open, shouting, “Muffins’re ready!!!”

Then he was back, bouncing eagerly as he waited for everyone to join them.

Wind was the first one inside, grinning as he yelled something over his shoulder to the others. He was quickly followed by Four and Hyrule with Sky close behind.

“Hi, baby!” Sky exclaimed, moving in for a hug which Legend happily accepted. “You made muffins?”

“Uh-huh! They’re apple cinni- cinna- um, yummy! Wil’ helped me!”

Twilight chuckled. “You mean you helped Wild, kit.”

“Mm!”

Warriors and Time finallly came in, walking slowly and clearly in no rush. Wind ran over and grabbed their hands, tugging them impatiently towards the table where the rest of the Chain waited. “You guys are gonna make the food go cold, come on!”

“There’s no rush, Sailor, it’s fine.” Wars grinned, reaching over and ruffling Wind’s hair. He squawked.

“There will be if the muffins get cold and Legend cries,” he glowered.

Wars winced. “…Right. Sorry.”

“Well, we’re here now,” Time cut in, smiling. “No need to worry. Legend, would you like to do the honours?”

Legend bounced a few times with a happy sound before carefully picking up one of the muffins and handing it to Wild. The champion took it with a smile and a word of thanks and Legend moved on to the others, tongue sticking out in concentration.

They all took their muffins eagerly but unanimously decided to wait until everyone had theirs to try them.

Legend picked up one of the last muffins and glanced around to check that they all had one before taking a big bite. He immediately made a delighted sound and began to sway side to side as he chewed.

The rest of them took that as their cue and began to eat their own, more than one of them letting out appreciative noises at the taste.

“Lege, Wild, these are so good,” someone - it might have been Four - groaned. Everyone else made various sounds of agreement.

“It’s really the little blupee here you should be thanking; he’s the one who gave me the recipe.” Wild grinned, looping an arm around Legend’s shoulders.

Legend giggled and leaned into the touch with a contented smile.

(here’s the recipe i used for reference!!)

[zaahvi]

number 3 and 4 for my DA six fanarts! flemeth suggested by @ultimmmmmp & zevran suggested by @crowwithabrush!! 🖤

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Gameplan

Hello! Another Drabble (second one i wrote) concerning the idea of Nightmare returning to his original form (Lovely Prompt idea by @spotaus )

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Warning, unedited and unbeta'ed. We die like my ability to spell anything.

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Cross checks around the corner towards the street and waits for a moment longer before nodding "I think we are in the clear. We can talk here for a moment."

Killer just lounges back against a dumpster as he pants "Good! Cuz! I am not walking another step!"

Horror frowns as he searches his backpack. Slowly taking out some fruits "We need to stop this. We can't get the resources we need like this."

Cross groans as he rubs his face "I know I know. But we can't just settle anywhere! How do we explain..." He stops and slowly turns to look to the side at Dust.

Dust sits completely calm on the gorund, cross legged. Looking perfectly calm and content. With the still struggling Nightmare in his arms. Dust just sits there and looks at Nightmare with a raised brow and moves around a bit. Easily getting Nightmare to sit back in his lap with one of Dust's arm holding Nightmare around the middle wiht both arms trapped. And the second arm around his shoulders to pull him back easily. Nightmare looks grumpy beyond believe and Cross can't take it too seriously as Nightmare lost all his goop and corruption. All that remains is a perfectly normal and adorable tiny babybones.

Cross turns back to Horror and Killer and waits.

Horror looks at the scene before shrugging before turning back to prepare a snack for their now tiny charge. Looking calm as he moves.

Killer snorts "Why would we? Boss is tiny now. So what?" and he shrugs.

Cross groans as he rubs his face. He can admit that he will still need some time to get used to the change. But it is okay as he can accept it. After they found the old picture book and the just as old crown they had been putting together what actually happened. And well, even if they sometimes act dumb three out of four of them have university degrees of some type and Cross had always been one of the smartest soldiers.

That together with the known fact that Drema broke out of the stone young but grew up made the fact obvious.

It wasn't that they were in a situation of Nightmare having been deaged. They were in the situation that the Nightmare they had known had been an aged-up version of the real nightmare. Which is the very same grumpy babybones that Dust is holding right now.

Yeah. Cross just needs a bit more time.

Cross glares at Killer and focusses at the issue they need to actually fix "We know that!" he waves around them "But how do you think anyone is going to react to knowing we have Nightmare and that Nightmare is well... like this again?"

Killer hums and nods "I guess..." he turns towards Nightmare "How about a different name? What do you think Nighty? What can we call you?"

Nightmare glares with all his six year old force "Boss."

Killer snorts "got it tiny boss!" and he grins at Cross and shrugs "Guess that idea is a burst. anything else?".

Cross groans as he rubs his skull "don't you see the issue?! If anyone finds out about this they will try to take him from us and bring him to the Stars, if they don't just call the Stars!" Or worse. And they will think that killing Nightmare would be a reasonable solution to keeping him from aging up.

Killer actually glares as he radiates his blood- and LOVE-lust "Let them try."

Cross sighs as he rubs his face "what do you suggest we do?!"

Killer huffs "Obviously we do what we are doing now. We keep moving and universe hopping." and he nods.

Horror looks up with a frown "We can't do that. We will run out of resources. babybones need nutrients" as he says this he sits by Dust and Nightmare with the cut fruits. Nightmare focuses his full glare on Horror but Horror doesn't even blink. They have gotten used to this routine over the last few days and there is a good reason Dust and Horror do it.

Dust nods as he helps Horror by aiming the still struggling babybones "Not to forget his schooling. Now that he is young again he will need to relearn things. Can't do that while hopping from place to place."

Cross turns back to Killer and crosses his arms "See? horror and Dust agree."

Killer grumbles. "Fine! We find some stupid positive universe to hunker down in some abandoned building and do raids to get stuff. Easy!"

Cross crosses his arms "Still the problem of what we do if someone sees him. How do we explain that? people will think we stole him!"

Killer goes to speak. pauses and tilts his skull "I mean. Technically we did kind of steal him. Sure he was originally our boss, so ours. So we have the right to steal him again but still. Very much stolen."

Cross sputters "I! I wasn't serious!" well he was but not about the stolen comment!

Horror speaks up even as he feeds Nightmare, which Ngihtmare tries to fight but Dust is there to assist him. "Technically it wasn't stealing."

Cross sighs "Thank you Horror-"

"We kidnaped him." Horror finishes his statement as he manages to get Nightmare to eat a bit. Nightmare actually pauses and the stubbornness makes way for the much younger mind that enjoys the food and a tiny soft purr starts to leave the babybones. He doesn't struggle as much anymore as the second bite is brought over.

Cross stops and lets his skull fall into his hands "we are so fucked."

All three speak up "Language."

Cross groans louder. They are so fucked.

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