#but i have precious little of both

[emry-stars-art]

I can already tell I'm not *actually* going to go back and fix up/finish these so. Here, I brought you some doodles 🤲

Find the mer aus masterpost here 💕

[noxcheshire]

I just think

It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.

LIKE

I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??

Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.

I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.

I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.

I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.

I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.

I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.

[ruporas]

[ TW: child harm ]

collection of old drabbles

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[sunfloweraro]

For writing requests, how about sharing traditional holiday foods from their eras?

Oooh I love this request! I kept making myself hungry while I wrote it, but enjoy!!

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“Everyone ready?” Time called out into his dining room.

A chorus of voices from all over his home responded: “Ready!”

Time gathered the clean plates, tower of cups, and boat of gravy, then followed Malon as she led the way into the dining room, her decadent lamb roast in tow. They were the first to set their food down on the heavy oak table, and Malon placed it right in the middle, shifting it so it sat just right and gazing down at her work with pride. Potatoes, carrots and sprigs of rosemary enveloped the steaming roast.

Malon turned to him, her eyes softening with fondness, and he reached for her hand before she had to say a word. Together, they sat at the table and waited as the rest of the group filed in.

The rest of his companions joined them as one, each carrying a tray of steaming food, or a plate with a delightful treat to enjoy once they had stuffed themselves silly and announced they had no room left for dessert. The pleasant tingle of spices greeted his senses, mingling with the sweetness of roasted pumpkin and the saltiness of seafood. The comforting scent of freshly baked bread came next, and Time sighed in appreciation. Dishes were set down with pride, compliments murmured, before everyone settled down at the table.

Malon and Time went first: “My grandmama used to make us a delectable roast every holiday season,” Malon said, her eyes drifting as she reminisced. “I may not be able to make it the same as her, but…”

“It’s something I look forward to every holidays,” Time finished for her, face softening as he met her eye. “My favourite meal, and the gravy she prepares is to die for.”

“Aw, you’re too sappy, fairy boy.”

“Only for you.” His words were met with boos and groans, and he took every one with a smirk. Only Sky cooed, eyes crinkling with warmth as he thought of his own beloved back home.

Wind jumped in next. “My Gramma always makes us this seafood paella. I couldn’t find the exact mussels and prawns she catches, but it’ll still taste like home!” Wind had gone above and beyond with presentation, mimicking Wild’s extravagance and creating rings of peeled red prawns atop a bed of rice. Mussels hadn’t been easy to find, it seemed, but Wind had scattered a few around the dish alongside wedges of lemon.

“It looks wonderful, Sailor,” Warriors said, nudging his young friend in the shoulder. “I’m sure your gramma would be proud.” Wind beamed under the praise, leaning into his friend’s side as they continued.

“The Gorons back home let me join their holiday celebrations,” Wild began. “Curry pilaf has always been my favourite of their dishes.” Time had no doubt the Gorons had introduced Wild to the dish; his eyes watered with the close proximity to the heavily spiced dish, and though he knew his eyes would stream, he would devour the meal and all its delightful flavours, even if he might regret it tomorrow.

“I can’t wait for it, Cub,” Twilight said, and though apprehension lay in his eyes, similar to Time’s own, he knew his descendent would devour the pilaf like a starved man if it made Wild smile. “And it seems Sky and I had similar ideas.” Twilight waved a hand over their dishes, sitting side by side on the table. Twilight had brought a stuffed and roasted butternut pumpkin, and Sky had brought a deep bowl of pumpkin soup accompanied by a fresh loaf of artisan bread.

“I take it your home town grows a lot of pumpkins?” Sky asked, eagerly eyeing off the stuffed butternut.

“The very finest,” Twilight said, a daring light to his eyes.

“I don’t know about that, my friend. Have you ever tried pumpkins at altitude?”

“Have you ever tried them on land?”

“Settle this later, folks,” Time cut in before the friendly banter could go any further. His stomach was rumbling, irritation brought on by hunger flaring deep within. They could continue their playful argument after dinner.

Twilight and Sky shared a look. They nodded to one another, their argument put on the back burner.

“Your stuffing skills are impressive,” Sky praised.

“I’ve never known anyone who could make a pumpkin soup so smooth,” Twilight said in turn, and with a grin to each other, they let it be.

“We don’t have as many dishes these days, when food is hard to come by,” Hyrule said, and all eyes turned to him and the treat before him, a decadently sweet aroma wafting from the pastry covered in a light green dust. “But things have been growing back, and this is one of the first desserts I ever had the pleasure of eating and then learning to make. Folks back home call it baklava.”

“Oh, my uncle used to make that for my birthday,” Legend piped up, eyes sparkling as they took in the dessert. Time wasn’t certain if it was eagerness or nostalgia that brought the glimmer to them. “I haven’t had it in years.”

Hyrule’s face softened. “I hope it can live up to his.”

“I’m sure it will,” Legend assured him, before realising what he had said and blushing. Clearing his throat, Legend pushed his own dish forward, a yellow rice dish with a colourful array of vegetables, cashews, and spices. “When we celebrate the holidays back home, Hilda and Zelda visit. Ravio and I always make this biryani together.”

Warriors hummed, a knowing look on his face that made Legend blush deeper. “Oh yeah?”

“Shut it, you,” Legend snapped. “What did you bring?”

With a roll of his eyes, Warriors pushed forward his dessert, a round pudding topped with a drizzle of white icing and raspberries scattered on top and around it. “Plum pudding. Back in the war, we didn’t have many options when it came to holiday treats, but this one was always my favourite, and it put a smile on my soldiers’ faces when I brought it out.”

“I’m sure they appreciated it,” Time said. “What better way to boost morale than dessert?”

Warriors chuckled. “That was my thought process too. It boosted the spirits of everyone, myself included, gave us strength when we began to wane…”

“What an honourable thing to do,” Time said, and Warriors smiled. “Now, I believe we have one more dish—Four?”

No dish lay before Four, and he looked away shyly. When Time followed his gaze, he saw an odd little structure resting on his kitchen counter. “My dessert isn’t for us to eat,” Four said, and then quickly hushed complaints. “No, let me explain. Back home, we have a special tradition where we bake gingerbread and create little houses from it. We leave these houses out in the living room for the Minish, and come morning, the house has been eaten.”

“What’s the point of that?” Legend asked, earning a glare from Four.

“Let me finish.” With a roll of his eyes, Legend waved for him to do so. “The Minish always help us out, planting rupees and kinstones in the grass. In turn, we give them this. And sometimes, if they enjoy the meal enough, they leave us little presents to find come morning.”

“That sounds like a wonderful tradition,” Time said, and he meant it. “Let us hope our luck is high tonight. If not… it’s still kind to do something for others and expect nothing in return.”

Four dipped his head. “That’s the idea. We don’t do it for the presents, although they’re always interesting. It’s our our way of telling the Minish we appreciate them even when most folks can’t see them any longer.”

“We can set it out on the table after dinner,” Malon promised, her eyes shimmering at the idea. She had always loved giving back; it was part of why she and Time took care fo replenish their sugar water every day. If Navi returned, then that came as a bonus, but looking after fairies when they did so much for him felt right, and the two of them would continue to do so until they no longer could.

“Well, everyone. What do you say we dig in?” Time’s words were met with cheers and the screeching of chairs as everyone stood, rushing to grab their meal. Time met Malon’s eyes, smiled and squeezed her hand around his own.

Hours later, after everyone had eaten their fill and sung and danced until feet and throats were sore, after everyone had drifted off with warmth in their hearts and smiles on their faces, little Minish ventured out from the rafters, sliding down strings of lights or clambering their way down on bookshelves and chimneys. They delightedly raced over to Four’s little gingerbread house, tearing chunks out and humming in appreciation. Come morning, little gifts had been left all around the house in turn to surprise each of the Heroes. And on the table, only a few crumbs remained.

[purplecelestial-buddy]

It's so funny to me that the fandom has come to see Hirano as a Sasamiya promoter of sorts because while he is, it took him some time to get accustomed to the idea of them together. And while he was never a hater Sasaki's actions towards Miyano certainly used to get on his nerves.

At first he was so worried and probably even felt a little guilty because (as mentioned in the following screenshot) because the only reason why Sasaki knows which class Miya is in, is thanks to him.

But like, that's not the face of a friend that's happy to play cupid and get their two acquaintances together. Not at all, that's the face of someone who puts his sempai-kouhai relationship with Miyano over his (pseudo) friendship with Sasaki.

Hirano from the first chapters would have jailed Sasaki if he were allowed to. (And he has his reasons, Sasaki has been something since the first chapters)

Anyway, the progression of events is really interesting.

He started, quite literally, shielding Miyano from Sasaki.

Then, he came to accept their relationship.

And at the end he really was rooting for them, to the point he ended up outright lying just so Miyano could meet Sasaki and they could talk it out and confess.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Calypso isn't that bad, you guys are just mean.

[spiralheaven]

you can say a lot of things about rp but where else will i be able to live out my stonefaced slavic siblings with an abundance of the cain instinct who would kill for eachother at the drop of a hat dreams

[unriding]

EVIE !!!!!

I SAW U USE MY ART AS UR THEME SO I WANNA DO A REMAKE !!! mostly cause the other one was full of mistaks hurrrrr orz

keeping the color palette the same so itd still fit + use softer shading so convey how soft u are + moze is now IN UR HAND !!!! >:3

oh nick :’)

[devildom-moss]

Stolen kiss with poly Mc/13/Satan? Odd combo I know but I feel like it works. 13 and Satan seem the type to make a big deal out of 'competing' over Mc but get soft with each other as well behind closed doors.

"Odd" combo? That's a weird way to spell "magnificent." I did a whole 2 part threesome headcanons prompt with just the ideals. Y'all could throw almost any ship at me and I could work with it, but this one anon, you're onto something. I love the strange and unusual.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Satan x Thirteen x gn!MC)

Prompt 8 – Stolen kiss

Something happened this morning when Thirteen surprised you and Satan at school with unnecessarily sweet coffee drinks and pastries from Madam Scream’s. She even asked them to shape the whipped cream like a cat. You thanked her with a kiss arguably sweeter than the drink, and some unspoken war was waged between Satan and Thirteen.

When Satan asked you to check his lab report, and you leaned in over his shoulder to get a look at his work, he kissed your cheek, which resulted in a squeal from Asmo and a mild explosion at Levi’s workstation.

On your way to the student council room to deliver a set of documents to Barbatos, Thirteen snuck up behind you, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and placed a soft kiss on your cheek – taking care to leave a lip gloss mark on your skin that you didn’t notice until Barbatos pointed it out with a smirk.

While you were there, Lucifer asked you to sort through some of the suggestion and complaint forms with him, which kept you busy for a half an hour until Satan came by looking for you. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in. Satan tapped his Devildom Biology textbook on your head before dipping down under the book and stealing a kiss. When he pulled away, he had a smug grin on his face. “Study session, remember?”

You looked over at Lucifer, who had the tips of his fingers pressed to his temple. “Can you have some decorum for fucks sake? Fine. Go on. I’ll finish up by myself. You’ve helped enough. Thank you. I won’t stand in the way of your studies. I suppose it’s good to see that at least two of you are taking classes seriously.”

You wanted to make some comment about his snarky response, but you figured you’d escape while you could.

During lunch, Thirteen feigned disappointment that you had wiped off her kiss mark. She pouted and mumbled, “I was going to share some of the strawberry candies I bought the other day, but if you don’t even want my kisses. . .”

“You want me to walk around all day with your lip gloss on my cheek?” You rolled your eyes. “With all the gossips around campus? I want your kisses. I just don’t want it to be everyone else’s business. How would you like it if everyone knew that you let Satan hook a leash onto –”

Thirteen cut you off by clasping a hand over your mouth. Her face burned and she looked around, anxiously. Her annoyance only grew when she felt you smirking against her hand. She groaned. “If I give you a candy, will you shut up?”

You nodded. Thirteen reached into her bag and pulled out one of the candies, she unwrapped it, but instead of popping it into your mouth, she put it into her own and leaned in to kiss you. She pushed the candy into your mouth with her tongue and pulled back. “Happy now?”

Heat rose in your cheeks as you sucked on the candy. Too stunned to speak, you simply nodded.

When it was time to head home, Satan was waiting for you, leaning against a tree and reading a book. You called out to him, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Satan marked his page and shoved the book back into his bag. You turned and started towards the path, but before you could get two steps away, Satan interjected. “Wait, MC. Before we go. . .”

You turned to look at him. Satan stepped towards you and captured your lips in a soft kiss that lingered. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the leaves above.

“I saw that!” Thirteen exclaimed. You and Satan pulled apart, startled and shocked to find Thirteen hanging upside-down from one of the lower branches. Her face was level with yours and her hair fell in a soft mess of loose waves.

“W-why are you up there?” you asked.

“For fun, but also. . .” Thirteen hummed and stretched her arms out to pull you closer. She kissed you sweetly with a soft sigh. “. . . for that.”

Satan scowled and tilted your gaze back towards him before kissing you again. You could hear Thirteen huff.

“You jealous little –” she cut herself off. “Do that again. I dare you.”

“What are you going to do about it, little reaper?” Satan smirked.

Thirteen wasted no time adjusting herself so she could pull Satan in and kiss him with a passion unsuitable for being right outside one of the main RAD buildings. When she pulled back with a chuckle you noticed how red Satan’s face was. Thirteen’s lip gloss was ruined – and half of it was all over Satan’s mouth.

He cleared his throat, embarrassed, and mumbled, “Do you want to go home with us?”

“Definitely.”

For as much trouble as they had both been all day, when you saw Satan leaning back in Thirteen’s lap, resting his head on her chest while he read and she played with his hair, you couldn’t be anything more than pleased.

[fairycosmos]

indi the german shepherd and emma the pitbull

[yikes-ajax]

Thinking about modern fantasy where teens having blackouts and restlessness take shitty online quizzes trying to figure out if they're a werewolf. It's always either you've been cursed by hircine or you got repressed trauma. There's a whole discourse in the werewolf community about people who aren't werewolves insisting they are, or people coming up with horrible at home ways to be turned into one (curses, potions, rituals, etc.).

[kyros-tha-soldier]

[the-halfling-prince]

I got another copy of Heidi today from a flea market that is from 1925! Hundred year old Heidi! Probably the oldest book I have, honestly.

[snapbackslide]

you ever get annoyed at which team your favourite player plays for bc you fear they do not deserve him and do not appreciate him enough 😁

[mariocki]

Shadows of Fear: Repent at Leisure (1.5, Thames, 1971)

"Poor Robert. Do you remember what the doctor said? He'd never seen such an advanced cirrhosis in someone so young. He had a liver like a Strasbourg goose."

"Occupational hazard."

"How'd you think that made me feel? It isn't very flattering for a wife to play second fiddle to a wine list."

"I'm sure it was no reflection on you."

"All the same. I hardly changed the pattern of his life, did I?"

"No... but you're asking Harry to make fantastic adjustments. From galley to, uh, captain's table."

"You're a terrible snob, Peter."

"Oh, I am. So are you, my pet. That's what frightens me."