#baba asks

[backagainpodcast]

How did you come up with the names of the characters and do you have a map of rhysaia

hi!! Leander and Callia have been in my brain for as long as I can remember, so no luck as to where they came from.

Cassius Rex is a very deliberate name --- Cassius likely comes from "helmeted warrior," which would make him "warrior king," but I like the step further that you can take it, where "Cassius" means "hollow" (I'm guessing that this derives from helmets being hollow?) which gives you "hollow king," which, you know, given the gestures to everything feels appropriate. Did Cassian know about the "hollow" implications as he was choosing his name? Oh, almost certainly not! But I think he would have been quite a fan of "helmeted warrior-king" and all that implied, especially as he started training with Haast. Ilyaas can make the implications she wants to with "hollow" on her own time.

Io of Ilikna (of the Far Shore) is an old Iliknan word for a shout or a holler, like "hwæt!" from Beowulf. It's a really outdated call to attention to start off a song --- which if you ask Io, means that he was just destined to be The Poet (capitals necessary).

I don't know why I'm paying special attention to our terrible anti-prophecy boys, but they're on my mind. Uh --

Rhia had a different name as I was planning out the story -- my very original google doc is telling me Nadia, which didn't feel right at the time and thus got excised from the record.

Ilyaas Alexander is a combination of an Ember in the Ashes reference and one of my multitude of brothers. What ho, Alex, if you see this by some miracle.

And no map of Rhysea, sorry, dear one! It lives in my head in the vague way that would maybe break my brain to put boundaries to. It's on the bucket list of Rhysean Things To Do At Some Point!! I promise!

[lomlompurim]

Life is awfully hard rn so I made some serotonin for myself, mom omega Binghe I love you so much

[lionpawsdiary]

Spikedawn, can you hunt? You might have to feed the little guy since he can’t.

[bruciemilf]

Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.

[edkerberos]

Hello dear friend! If you would like a request from me, poease can I get some wholesome Sniepr/Spy? I love the way your style has evolcved and I love the way you draw them :) ! Thanks! :)

hi!!!! :D !!!!!!!!! i want you to know that this touched me so much that it almost made me cry :'D !!!!!! it makes me so happy to hear that you like my art! thank you so much for your kind words! i am more than happy to do a request from you! i drew this little scenario i came up with into a sort of comic-esque format, though i am unsure if it still counts as wholesome... i tried my best anyway :') !!! i hope you like it! :-) (see the rest under KEEP READING!)

(p.s. i wrote this post and accidentally undo'd everything so i had to rewrite everything......... but i lost the alt text that i wrote :') !!!!!!! i spent half an hour on those!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so distraught and tired that i will write them in the future instead... sorry!!!!!)

[lavendermin]

🌙 here my bad G🙏 ily saltycatqueen

Anyqwyas... Heh... 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 🌙 activated (not)

WHAT IF another parent gave the reader gifts nd flower but not in a romantic way in a "omg.. TYSM for taking care of my child here's some gifts" ykwim... Heheh

Jealous.. Sort of dilfYuan.. him thinking he has competition but noooo you silly😭🙏🙏

Anyways I love you president not in a romantic way but I'd kiss you to save your life ahahha your writing is so peak pls don't get run over by a train at 2:34 am later

Here to say I’ve beaten the ‘getting run over by a train at 2:34am’ allegations 😎

🌙 anon I do love my freaky jealous dilf jing yuan. It’s like I’ve talked about him nonstop somewhere.

It would be funny if you got like a few little gifts from one of the parents because it was teacher appreciation day or something. A mother that you’ve known for a few years now since she has three kids and you’ve had two of them as your students already.

Jing Yuan can’t help but notice the small care basket with all sorts of goodies and a new cute mug on your desk. Your eyes follow his when he goes to pick up Yanqing.

“Ah, one of the parents stopped by to give me this little thank you gift. It’s really very sweet of them,” you explain with a shy smile, a little nervous at his serious expression. A glare perhaps that he flashes briefly—almost imperceptibly at the gifts.

“Teacher, can I have one of the chocolates?” Yanqing asks, tiny hand poking around the basket as the adults talk.

“Yanqing, it’s not polite to take gifts from others.”

You wave him off, handing the child one of the chocolate bars. “Oh, that’s no problem. I think little Yanqing more than deserves a little treat. He’s earned the class five goodness stars just this week. Just thirty-five more and the class gets a pizza party before winter break.”

“Quite the amount of delicacies you’ve been given. Very generous of your benefactor,” Jing Yuan comments with a forced smile. It slips by you undetected, distracted by Yanqing cutely asking for your help unwrapping his treat.

“Yes, well, a student’s mother wanted to show her sincerest thanks since I’ve taught two of her sons in the last few years.” You glance over at the basket fondly. “Can you believe that? Two generations of hers taught by me.”

And at your explanation, Jing Yuan visibly relaxes. How silly of him to think anyone could compete with him. Jing Yuan? Jealous? Preposterous.

It would not be a statement on his part to gift you something lavish and nicer. Not at all. Nonsense. Just a friendly gesture for his son’s very hot teacher that he may or may not be majorly infatuated with.

[shanastoryteller]

Hi Shana! Wow, *we* get gifts for *your* birthday? Lucky us! Could I have some more WWX and Jiang Yanli run away please? I hope you have a great birthday and plenty of cake!

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Sizhui and Jin Ling are offered separate rooms and he’s not sure exactly what Jin Ling’s face does because he’s too busy trying to keep his own perfectly neutral, but Baba cracks up laughing and leans into Uncle Wanyin’s side to say, “Just like us when we were younger, huh?”

Uncle Wanyin seems a lot less scarier than when he’d pulled his sword on them, but the scowl on his face isn’t exactly friendly. But he doesn’t push Baba away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was thrilled when we got our own rooms.”

“We snuck into the others room at night until Madame Yu found out,” he says to them. Uncle Wanyin elbows him, but not hard enough to cause Baba to wince.

This is a little bit more like the grumpy younger brother Mama and Baba had always talked about, although it’s not coming off as exactly natural. But it also doesn’t feel fake either. Sizhui tries to think about how he’d be feeling and acting if he thought Jin Ling was dead for thirteen years and then he popped up like nothing had happened and decides Uncle Wanyin is doing okay, actually.

Separate rooms sound nice, theoretically, but this place that their parents say is home is still new and unfamiliar and frankly he wants his annoying little brother where he can see him. Just in case.

“It’s alright if you want to share,” Mama says. Jin Zixuan’s arm is around her waist and he’s looking at her with the same faintly adoring expression he’s had since he first saw her. They’re sharing a room too, apparently.

Which is fine. That’s her husband. He’s Jin Ling’s father. It’s just a little odd to see someone putting their hands on Mama, is all.

He’d feel guiltier about this if Jin Ling didn’t keep side eyeing his father too.

[polarsirens]

How long do you think the Baba Yaga and Turquina (and Tim) were taking bets on a Nocchylfa confession

you have opened my eyes to the infinitely hilarious concept of regular wine mom gatherings between baba yaga, turquina and mother goose and for that i cannot thank you enough

as for their reactions to nocchylfa (what a ship name!), sort of a continuation from this:

[crazylittlestorm]

Baba Chops

I was going to draw her after all of the other Nightmare Critters, but I do not want to draw Icky Licky, and Baba Chops was next in line.

[backagainpodcast]

Not exactly a question but just wanted you to know I've accidentally Pavlov-ed myself into associating BABA with relaxation time especially when I hear the intro music

This is so so sweet --- that is everything that I want BABA to be :) thank you for writing!!

If you'd ever like to listen to Nightingales by Pierce Murphy on non-BABA time, 1) highly recommend 2) here's a place to do it!!

[st4rrmii]

Mornings

[bruciemilf]

Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )

Love ur blog :)!!!

Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.

The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.

“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.

“So should you! What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”

“You’re like, really pretty.”

Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“

Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”

“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”

“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”

Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.

He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.

“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”

Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?

“Hn. Yeah.”

“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”

“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”

“What?! How come?!”

“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”

Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.

[silly-baba]

Helo, am sad :< so parents make clean room but have hard time clean room cuz autism, overstimulaing and dont like moving things, did clean my floor sleepy area but ended up have meltdown while do it :( so now involentary tiny and have hewdache, can have huggy please?

Of course, kid!!

I'm very proud of you for still cleaning, good job bubs! <3

I also struggle with being overwhelmed when cleaning, I found the app "goblin tools" helped me a lot. It's completely free and makes a step by step checklist out of every task!

Another strategy that helps me is cleaning in a specific pattern, for example: first clean up everything green, then everything red, then everything blue, etc.. it doesn't have to be colors though! I also used tactile sensations (soft, rubbery, etc), and emotions (everything that makes me feel silly, happy, annoyed, etc.)..

This way of cleaning makes me feel less overwhelmed, bc I do it one step at a time.

I hope this helps!!

[mintsuwu]

How will Baba Chops affect your AU now that we have two main sheep critters?

In the Midnight Mysteries AU she won´t make that big of a change lore-wise, if anything I plan on the Nightmare Critters on being some sort of gang or mafia.

However, in the Dream Series AU I had some sort of idea for nightmarish beings existing... Given how CatNap is from the Dream Realm, I figured that the opposite would exist. SandMan is the god of the dreams, while The Witch is the godess is the godness of the nightmares.

So Baba Chops and the rest of the Nightmare Critters could be nightmarish beings who work for The Witch, perhaps as some sort of lackeys.

But the funny thing is that none of the two lambs would be considered as main- LoolaLamb is more of a recurring secondary character that spends most of the series traveling around the world, yet hangs around the Smiling Critters from time to time... And Baba Chops would work more as an antagonist for the group that also appears from time to time along with her group. Perhaps they are meaner or worse antagonists than the Antics Animals... Hence why I´m still debating if I will classify them as villains or not.

[quek-a-sketch]

Captain Edyn from my au Black Rose Kids!!

This is a DTIYS on twt and yknow what feel free to do it here too if y'all want!

[bagelrites]

Oh, you're my best friend (I can't really say my true intentions)

Oh, you're my best friend (It's all just miscommunication)

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