#but it still fits the family prompt I think lmao

[burgerspeople]

For the prompt ask game: 5 or 14

5) Family

“Ta da!”

Zoey’s little hands clapped after she stuck a peppermint on the gingerbread house. It was off-center, but for a toddler’s help, the results weren’t bad at all.

“Great job, Zoey.” Bob bounced his granddaughter on his knee as he piped some frosting along the gingerbread eaves. There was frosting everywhere— he might have made a little too much— including in Zoey’s hair. His kids had never taken much interest in building gingerbread houses, and he’d never made them. He kind of liked that it was his and Zoey’s special thing, maybe something they’d do every Christmas now that she was old enough to help.

Zoey plunged her fingers into the frosting bowl and licked a generous helping off of her fingers. She somehow wound up with it on the tiny glasses she wore that made her look like a baby Tina— just with Zeke’s hair— and giggled. “Pretty!” she exclaimed, pointing a messy finger at their gingerbread house.

“That’s right. Pretty,” Bob echoed. He grabbed a marshmallow from the bag and held it up. “Hey, Zoey, I wanna be a snowman!”

Grinning, Zoey grabbed the marshmallow. Instead of building a snowman, though, she plunged it into her mouth.

“No, no, don’t eat me! I wanna be a snowman!”

The voice he used sent his granddaughter into a giggling fit. It was a contagious sound that made him grin, and he grabbed another marshmallow so he could hear it again.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

masked hearts

part i

a/n: hi! this is my first time writing for ambessa so please be kind lmao. i also know very little about LoL lore :) this is kinda an AU where the Medarda family is together word count: 2.5k warning(s): none (yet); well no real warnings, reader has a crush and is not very smooth; very awkward; you're a lesbian; unedited 😭

prompt: ambessa holds a ball to find a partner for her son but what happens when you're the one to catch her eye?

Your kingdom was one of splendor and beauty, the hills ripe with settlements, the trees fruitful and the air crisp. It wasn't a mystery why the Medarda clan claimed this small portion of the world for themselves, as your kingdom sat on a pivital route for trade. The mystery however, was why the head of the Medarda's, Ambessa, chose this place to be the homeland of her son's future spouse. The flyers went up around the center of the capitol first, the paper of expensive quality and the ink shimmering with gold.

It was an invitation to a ball. One of masks and hidden identities.

The Medarda's, while they've never been accused of not caring about physical appearance, put wit above all. It was fitting that the son of a warlord would first fall for the mind before the body. However, as the whispers got around the kingdom, people realized there wasn't a class specified to attend. Everyone, rich and poor, was invited to attempt to become a Medarda-by-law.

You, however, weren't as excited as your sisters and cousins. You watched as they danced around your shop, holding up different fabrics and colors, trying to see which one would make their dress stand out to Kino. Laughing, you wiped down the counter, your eyes trained on your register, imagining it bursting with gold after your town had finished sending in their requests for their gowns and masks.

"Y/N, have you decided what you're going to wear?" One of your cousins, Laina, appeared behind the counter, her young hands stabilizing her as she stood on her toes, "Mama says I can go if I finish my chores the week before!"

You gave her a soft smile, flicking your slightly damp rag at her and laughing when she recoiled with an unamused glare.

"I don't think I am going to attend, but I can personally make your dress!"

Laina's face fell but her eyes still had a sparkle from your request.

"Why not?" She pouted, crossing her arms once she managed to pull herself up to sit on your freshly cleaned counter, "And would you make me a mask too?"

Sighing, you threw your rag into the bucket of water at your feet, ignoring the splash against your boots. You could always finish cleaning later. Leaning with your back agaisnt the counter, you mimicked her pose, crossing your arms and pouting out your lower lip.

"Masks are for potential suitors of Kino, maybe if he's still looking for a partner in a decade I'll make you one," Laina opened her mouth as if to interupt, to say she wasn't too young even though her tenth birthday had only just passed two days before. You held up a finger, stopping her words before they left her mouth, "And...I'm not one for the company of men, you know that. A large party, loud and boisterous, sounds fun but with my luck I would be the one to catch the wandering eye of Kino Medarda."

Laina nodded, albeit a little dissapointed. She played with a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes.

"Would you think about coming? With me? Mom and Dad aren't going, they want to have a quiet night in and Alana will be too busy trying to become a princess."

You laughed loudly, causing the customers of the shop and your family members to look at you. You covered your mouth with a hand, nodding at the customers apologetically. Pursing your lips, you scoffed humorously as Laina gave you one of her sad eyes expressions, one she knew you couldn't say no to. Rolling your eyes, you ruffled Laina's hair with a defeated smile.

"Alright fine, but you'll have to convince your mother to send me a basket full of honey buns afterward," Laina clapped in excitement, nodding in agreement. She fixed her eyes on you, taking a scrap of dark red fabric from her pocket and holding it up against your face.

"This should be for your dress."

Taking the fabric from Laina, you felt it between your fingers and sighed. What did you get yourself into.

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In a few measley hours you would find yourself within the walls of the Medarda castle, built from stone from the most coveted quarry in your kingdom. At the right time of day, you swore you could see it shining brighter than a star upon the hill which it sat. Laina was a bundle of energy and was currently bouncing around the apartment above your family's shop. She was talking so fast, excitement blurring her words together so much so you couldn't even distinguish what she was saying, so you only nodded along to her words as you examined your dress one last time. Laina had long been dressed and now all her movement made you worried she would wrinkle or tear the precious fabric.

Your dress, one that matched the dark red Laina had chosen for your mask, layed across your lap, subject to your wandering eyes as you looked for any imperfections. While you didn't exactly want to catch anyone important eyes, you didn't want to be seen in a less than perfect gown.

"Put it on! We have to leave soon if we want to make it for the opening of the gates!" Laina excalimed, clapping her hands together as she twirled, her light green dress floating around her like petals in the wind. You smiled, gesturing towards the door with your head.

"Well, I'll need someone to guard the door while I change. I don't want anyone bursting in here while I'm in my unspeakables." You held your head up haughtily like your grandmother, mimicking her accent and pretending to clutch your pearls at the mention of your underwear. Laina covered her mouth as she giggled, nodding as she ran out to stand by your door, only pausing right before she shut it.

"If you need help, you'll ask right?"

You saw in her eyes the desperation of being a helper, a feeling you knew too well. You nodded at her then waved your hand, beckoning her to shut the door. At the click, you sighed, looking back at your gown, starting to feel the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety roaring in your stomach and up your throat. Damn Laina's puppy dog eyes. Now, instead of sitting in bed with a book and a hot cup of tea, you were going to dance in front of one of the most powerful family's in Runeterra. With your luck you would face plant right in front of Kino, or worse, his mother. At the thought of Ambessa, your mind grew conflicted. Sure, you had a healthy fear of the woman who was shrouded in tales of blood, but you remembered the first time you saw the matriarch after the Medarda's had claimed your kingdom for themselves. It was like a schoolgirl's crush on a teacher, you knew it would never go anywhere but yet, even after all the years, you still dreamed of the strong hands and scarred face which had been burned into your mind the second you swore her eyes landed on you in the crowd.

Shaking your head, you snapped yourself out of your senseless dreaming. Being attracted to women wasn't an issue, it never had been, but being attracted to that woman could only bring you strife as you compared all future partners to her. Standing up, you shedded your clothing, standing only in your slip and stockings tied up at your knee. Taking a deep breath, you slid the dress on, each part brushing against your skin in soft silk. Once it was on, all that was left was to tighten the corset. You brushed your hands down, smoothing down the fabric before calling for Laina, knowing you could tighten it yourself. Laina burst into the room, her eyes widening as she gasped.

"Y/N, you're so beautiful! I knew that color would be pretty on you!"

You felt your face flush from the compliments, not used to the attention. Laina pulled up a stool to stand on as she started tightening the your dress.

"Ah! Ok, if you want me to dance with you, you're going to have to let me breathe."

Laina chuckled sheepishly, loosing the ribbons slightly.

"Sorry! I think you're done!"

You nodded, moving to hold yourself up against the wall as you slipped on your shoes, dreading a night spent soley wearing heels. You grabbed your mask and held out your hand to Laina, bowing playfully.

"I believe it's time for us to depart, my lady."

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The night was young yet you already were desperate for the strike of midnight, the time you and Laina had agreed upon leaving. Speaking of Laina, she had made a few friends with the other young children attending the ball, sitting in a corner with them as they played games, their laughter hidden by the music. At the front of the giant room sat Mel Medarda and her consort, Jayce Talis. They were holding hands as they watched the dancers, leaving you to wonder when they would join the party. Kino was already weaving his way through the room, dancing with many but seemingly connecting with none. And Ambessa, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes seemingly met hers, was making her way into the crowd, her mask one of gold and war. You looked away frantically, returning your attention to the table of food in front of you. After a few moments, you felt yourself relax, yet that was short lived. You felt a presence behind you and suddenly, you were very aware that you were the only one at the table and not on the dance floor. Which felt like the universe was just shitting you at this point. You picked up a berry, inspecting it as if that would make the imposing woman standing behind you not be standing behind you.

It didn't work.

Slowly, you turned around, heart beating in your ears drowning out the music. You didn't realize how close she was, causing you to jump slightly and bump into the table. For a second, you just stared at each other before Ambessa moved. You tensed, before you realized she had grabbed a pastry from the platter that had been knocked off center. She took a bite, keeping her eyes trained on you before she spoke. You just kept mentally pinching yourself, trying to force yourself out of this embarassing nightmare.

"Is that all you're going to have, Little One?" Her voice sent shivers down your spine as you processed what she had said, her head nodding to the berry still clutched in between your fingers, it's juices staining your fingertips.

"Oh! Uh, no? I'll have," you didn't want to look away from the tall woman, fearing that would be a sign of disrespect, so you tried to remember what food had been spread out, "bread? Yes, bread, I like bread." Your eyes widened as you spoke, now mentally punching yourself for the dumb response. Bread? Now come on. Part of you was grateful for the mask covering part of your face, hiding what was sure to be a horrendous blush.

Ambessa's mouth quirked into a smirk, taking a slight step towards you before angling her body so she could gesture her arm towards the sea of people.

"This whole night you've stayed by the table, or near that corner of children, never once even attempting to join the festivites," she turned her attention back to you, slightly cocking her head to the side, "Is this party boring you? Is my son?" You registered the humorous tone mixed with the protectiveness of a mother.

Quickly you shook your head, hand clenching the berry in your hand, bursting the fruit. You tried to start explaining yourself but the feeling of juice sticking to your skin made you uncomfortable. You still felt frozen by Ambessa's presence so you did what felt right in the moment, however pausing as you realized you had started licking your hand infront of the matriarch of war. In your embarassment, you didn't notice how Ambessa's eyes followed the actions of your tongue and fingers like a wolf hunting prey. Like a rubber band snapping, you realized you hadn't answered her question.

"I'm not bored! This is a beautiful procession and whoever catches your son's eye will be lucky."

Ambessa nodded slightly, turning her head to watch as Kino twirled a woman in blue. When she looked back to you, her eyes held a question laced with genuine interest and humor.

"And if you catch his eye?"

Your own eyes widened as you wiped your hand on the napkin you had grabbed while her attention was on her son. Ambessa didn't miss the change in your expression, your mask not hiding the nervousness shining in your eyes. Instead of your original adorable fear of her presence, you now seemed to radiate anxiety. She raised an eyebrow, knowing you couldn't see it, waiting for your response.

"I," you started, your eyes darting to Laina, who was now watching you with a teasing look, knowing of your godawful crush on the woman standing in front of you, "I would be very flattered-"

"But?" There was a sense of anticipation in her interuption, her words no longer holding underlying steel.

"But I would have to respectfully decline," you looked down at your hands, starting to speak quickly, desperate to explain yourself as to not give the impression you thought yourself too good for a conqueror's son, "Not out of any thought of doing better of course, I doubt that could even be accomplished, however I believe Kino- I mean, your son, deserves to be with someone who can love him purely and with romantic intent. The best I could give would be a position of friendship." You stopped to take a breath, fully intending to continue your ramble until the gods themselves had to shut you up. But this plan was foiled by Ambessa's strong hand holding your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes analysed you, surveying your face before going lower to look at your dress. You felt heat rise, or more heat, at her intense stare. Something in the stitching on your bodice made recognition flicker in Ambessa's eyes. Her hand moved from your chin down to your waist, encouragaing you to walk with her. She continued to talk as the two of you made your way to the center of the room, the crowd parting as they danced around you.

"Do you already have someone in your heart? A different boy perhaps?"

If you weren't feeling like you were in a dream, you would have realized Ambessa was fishing for something, an answer she needed.

"No, my lady, I do not. I," you cleared your throat, "I won't ever have a man claim my heart."

Ambessa's grip on your waist grew stronger as she pulled you to her chest, positioning you to dance. You gasped as you felt her lips brush against your ear as she swayed you to the rhythm of the music.

"And if I lay a claim?"

a/n: haha sorry for the sudden ending i'm evil at my core. this fic was to test the waters for writing for this absolute goddess of a woman and i do have part 2 ready to go if anyone is interested! i cannot say my thoughts on Ambessa (or Sevika for that matter) for i want to keep this authors note short and PG ;) thank you for reading!! i hope this wasn't shit.

[chuulyssa]

haii can i req prompt 3 w fyodor, chuuya and ranpo :3

↷ A/N ─ this could've been better but its not bad lmao 😭 ily non :3

★ PROMPT ─ 3

!! FT. ─ chuuya, ranpo, fyodor

meeting your parents

─ CHUUYA

Chuuya was just a bit nervous, to say the least, about meeting his future in-laws - or so you would've thought if you hadn't seen his condition. He was panicking. You had never seen this man more scared. To think that many of Yokohama's best gangsters were afraid of this man, you thought.

He immediately booked a reservation for the most expensive restaurant in the city and picked out his best fit, even going as far as buying a whole new dress for you as an "early wedding gift", since you were so sure they'd love him.

And love him, they did. Although he practically had mental breakdowns after every sentence during the first half of his conversation with them, when you squeezed his hand and told him everything was going to be okay, he calmed down and became more at ease.

Chuuya was hesitant about speaking about his career choice. If your parents were natives of Yokohama, they were sure to recognize him by his name too. These insecurities had plagued his mind all day. But in the end, everything had worked out. Chuuya was accepted by your parents and became a new addition to your little family.

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─ RANPO

When you told Ranpo it was probably time he met your parents, he just shrugged and asked if there'd be extra candy there. However, as soon as he realized the situation, he started panicking.

Meeting your parents? Him? Next week? Why?

Would they like him? Would he be enough for them? What if you had to dump him because they didn't like him? No, that only happened in movies. What if he accidentally embarrassed you? What if he didn't meet their expectations? Would you still love him?

His usually confident demeanour had dissolved and all your parents were met with was a shy, quiet man. After a few unsuccessful conversations, you pulled him aside to have a talk. A little hug and a kiss on the lips seemed to have solved the problem then, and when he returned, he was much more cheerful.

He impressed your father with his knowledge about the latter's various hobbies, and your mother was delighted by how he spoke of her favourite TV shows and series as if he was a huge fan of them.

Ranpo, as well as his love for food, were also welcome when he complimented your mother's cooking, among many other things. Needless to say, you were happy about how he fit in with your family.

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─ FYODOR

Fyodor was always very serious about things like marriage and bonding. So, naturally, he had been looking forward to the meeting with your parents.

Your parents visited your shared house, and they were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. The house was flawless, and your boyfriend, even more.

Although Fyodor had had secret nerve-wrecks here and there, he never actually showed it to you. All you knew was that he had an eerily calm mindset as always. Even in front of your family, he was cool and composed, always saying the right thing at the right time.

He complimented your mother, and she was charmed. He talked about your father's interests, and he was ecstatic. It was as if all of this was too easy for Fyodor. He knew just how to meet and greet people.

Well, of course, your parents loved him; how could they not? He was kind, respectful, smart, witty and knowledgeable. Even though he wasn't as outspoken about his career, and may have lied his way out of their questions a few times, Fyodor seemed like an ideal son-in-law.

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© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

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@daza-ii

[enviedear]

you're in the wind, i'm in the water ⟶ anakin skywalker

description ⌙ having to flee your home to be under the watch of the jedi knight anakin skywalker, you attempt to form some semblance of happiness, despite his cold demeanor. pairing ⌙ anakin x female princess!reader warnings ⌙ mentions of food and eating, but i think that's all. lmk if i missed anything. word count ⌙ 2.5k

canon means little to me lmao, so read as you wish, but i'm in my anakin renaissance so pls feel free to flood my inbox with any and all things him <3

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he was strange. that was the word you decided upon. this jedi knight sent from coruscant to protect you.

he watched you, so intently, and you tried to chalk it up to the protection order— but no guard under you before had been so keen on your every breath. so you sat, silent in the study of the safehouse, watching the small fire begin to ember out from its setting and trying to ignore his blue eyes cast down at you.

anakin, that's what jedi obi-wan had referred to him as. when you first heard it, you told him it was pretty. his simple thank you reply seemed fitting at the time, but now, you're almost sure that you must have offended him.

the room settled into a stillness that felt almost oppressive as anakin's eyes bore into you. you left your thoughts of him to refocus on the burning wood, only to stare down at a now lifeless fire. it was as if the flames had mirrored your own sense of isolation, flickering out, leaving you in the dark.

reaching out for more firewood, your hand is abruptly halted in mid-air. you look up to find anakin standing right in front of you, his eyes darkened by the dim light. his voice was low and laced with a hint of frustration. "it's nighttime, princess."

he releases his hold over you, fueled by the force, and you let out a sigh. "i'm sorry. time just slipped my mind. you must be tired."

he responds with a curt huff, his emotions hidden beneath the veneer of his jedi training. you gather your belongings from the study and follow him in silence to your room. this had become a ritual ever since the protection order had been enforced.

for months you have been walking on what seemed to be a very thin glass when around this strange man.

back on your home planet, you were surrounded by loving handmaidens who attended to your every need, engaging in heartfelt conversations, and showering you with affection. but on this mostly deserted planet in the far reaches of the outer rim, anakin was your sole companion. he didn't dote on you, he rarely engaged in conversation, and there was an undeniable absence of warmth in his demeanor.

you missed home desperately—your land, your people, your family. you harbored a deep resentment for the enemies who had invaded and devastated your world. they had stolen everything from you, and in this unfamiliar place, you felt anything but safe.

as the two of you approached your door, you hung back, allowing anakin to check the surroundings before you entered. "it's safe," he announced, still avoiding eye contact. "princess."

you settle onto your bed, now surrounded by your books from the study. anakin's gaze fixed on your collection. you ventured, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you like to borrow some?"

his eyebrows knit together slightly, prompting you to continue. "some of my books? i've noticed you looking at them often."

finally, his eyes met yours. "i'm okay," he replies, and then turns to leave. just as his hand found the doorknob, he adds, "i'll come to fetch you in the morning."

you didn't respond, simply watching him exit and swiftly locking the door behind him. anakin was a puzzle you couldn't decipher. none of your parents' guards had ever acted this way. formality, you were accustom, but this level of rigid apprehension was an entirely new experience.

when you'd first arrived, you had tried to establish some sort of friendship. you were adept at navigating social interactions, having been by your parents' side for political matters since the age of fifteen. you had dealt with all kinds of people—brash, rude, insincere, and kind. but this jedi, anakin, he was unlike anyone you'd ever encountered.

he never strayed far from your side, except for when he slept, yet he managed to disappear into the shadows of any room. even outside, during the few hours he allowed you to venture out, you could feel his presence, his watchful eyes bearing down on you. it was as though you were a gilded prisoner, trapped with a hungry beast waiting for you to falter.

as you drifted into sleep, uneasy thoughts flooded your mind, pushing you into a restless slumber.

the next morning, anakin knocks at your door. he has a signature four knock, with the last being far louder than the others. you assume it's for safety but he's never let you in on the security protocol.

you've been awake for a few minutes and have already dressed, but you take your time before opening your door for him. it was the small things, small rebellions, that you enacted in a diminutive display of mutiny.

"princess." his greeting feels icy cold, despite the adherence to common decorum.

"jedi," you reply, your voice unexpectedly fiery. you had yet to openly express your displeasure with him, but the way his lips twitch for a fraction of a second made you want to challenge him further.

you'd endure anything if it meant he'd stop being so inscrutable.

anakin motions for you to lead the way, and you do, heading toward the small dining room. the table is set with two bowls of porridge placed on opposite sides. it was the same every morning. initially, you had attempted to convince him to let you prepare the food, but he'd stubbornly resisted. perhaps he thought this was the way you were used to, or maybe it was a method of control in his mind. whatever it be, his enforcement of such behavior had grown tiresome.

you found your seat and tried to ignore the weight of his gaze as you ate. the food was plain, but you wouldn't dare complain. perhaps out of fear, maybe a lingering threat that he might lash out, although he never had. but you could feel it—your fear.

anakin was an enigma, unlike any jedi or man you had ever met. despite being only a year apart in age—you, freshly twenty, and he, a young man of twenty-one—he seemed worlds apart from anyone you'd encountered before.

you were nearly finished with your meal when he interrupted your thoughts. "we're running low on food and supplies. you'll accompany me to the market today."

his voice was soft, in stark contrast to his nature. "the market?" your question feels foolish as it escapes your lips, but you don't care. you have no knowledge of any nearby market, and the prospect of venturing out into a new environment excited you.

"have you never heard of it?" he asks, his eyes narrowing.

breaking eye contact, you reply, "i have. i was simply unaware there was one here. how far is the walk?"

he inhaled deeply before responding, "about an hour. wear comfortable footwear."

nodding, you decide not to push the conversation further, though curiosity gnawed at you. the prospect of escaping the confines of the safehouse, even for a short while, held a certain allure, and perhaps it was an opportunity to uncover more about your mysterious protector.

anakin leads the way to the bustling market, with a palpable silence the entire walk. the vibrant activity at the market is a stark contrast to the quiet routine of the safehouse. alien vendors peddle their wares, hawking exotic spices and colorful fabrics, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you take in the vibrant scene.

as you navigate through the crowded market, anakin's eyes remain vigilant, scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. it's clear that he takes his role as your protector seriously. you, however, are drawn to the colorful array of stalls and the alien dialects that fill the air. the market feels alive, and for a brief moment, you forget about the weight of your circumstances.

approaching a stall adorned with an assortment of intricate jewelry, you spot a vendor, an older twi'lek woman, tending to her display. her vibrant head-tails sway gracefully as she arranges her wares.

without hesitation, you engage her in conversation, switching to her native language. "kassurra," you say, your voice laced with warmth.

the twi'lek woman looks up, her eyes widening in surprise as she meets your gaze. "kassurra, may ril help vashna," she responds, a smile tugging at her lips.

anakin, standing a few paces away, seems taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor and language. his eyes dart between you and the vendor, a mixture of confusion and curiosity in his expression.

you and the vendor continue to converse, discussing the intricacies of her jewelry and the stories behind each piece. anakin remains on alert, his protective instincts never wavering, but there's a shift in the way he watches you. for the first time, you think he may see a different side of the princess he's been tasked with safeguarding, one that isn't confined by the walls of the safehouse.

anakin watches you, silently observing this unexpected connection that has sparked between you and a stranger in a distant corner of the galaxy.

as your conversation ends, the woman offers you a small pendant with a colorful gemstone, its significance tied to a story of resilience. you're touched by her gesture and purchase the pendant, a tangible reminder of this unexpected encounter.

as you and anakin bid farewell to her and make your way through the market once more, the atmosphere feels different. the air is charged with a newfound sense of connection, and anakin's once rigid demeanor seems to have softened, if only slightly.

you continue to explore the market, and encounter a group of children playing a lively game in a nearby alley. their laughter infectious, and you couldn't resist joining in. anakin watched as you played a simple game of catch with them, your laughter echoing through the alleyways. it was a rare moment, being able to let your guard down and enjoy a moment of pure joy.

as the sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the approaching end of your visit to the market, you and anakin head back to the safehouse. the journey back was less tense than the trip there, but there was a subtle change in the air. anakin's demeanor, though still guarded, had softened ever so slightly.

back at the safehouse, you settled in the dining room, some fruits you had purchased now adorning the table. anakin, still wearing his jedi stoicism, finally speaks, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"you seemed… different at the market," he says, his eyes fixed on you.

you glance at him, a faint smile playing on your lips. "it's easy to forget the weight of my title when i'm surrounded by such vibrant life. i felt like a person, not just a princess."

anakin nods slowly, as if processing your words. "you should be cautious, though. we can't afford to let our guard down."

you understand his concern, but the brief respite had given you a glimpse of the world outside the safehouse, and you yearned for more. "i know, anakin. but there's more to life than just surviving. sometimes, we have to remember what we're fighting for, and whom."

anakin's gaze holds your own for a moment, and then he nods, a hint of understanding in his eyes. it was a small, almost imperceptible step, but it was a step toward bridging the gap.

the days that followed your visit to the market saw a small transformation in your interactions with anakin. the connection that had sparked between you and the vendor, and the brief moment of joy shared with the children, had left an indelible mark on you. you couldn't help but yearn for more moments like those, moments that reminded you of the vibrant world beyond the safehouse's walls.

anakin, too, seemed affected by the outing. while he remained vigilant in his duty to protect you, there was a new delicacy in his gaze, a flicker of warmth that occasionally surfaced. it was as though the walls he had built around himself were starting to crumble, revealing a person beneath the jedi facade.

one evening, as you both sit in the study, he suprises you by reaching for one of the books on the shelf, a collection of poems from your homeworld. he flips through its pages, his fingers tracing the elegant script.

"these are from your planet, aren't they?" he asks, voice gentle.

you nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "yes, they're poems from my people. would you like me to read one for you?"

anakin hesitates for a moment before nodding. "i'd like that."

as you begin to read one of the poems, the words flow from your lips with ease, carrying the essence of something you miss so dearly. anakin listens intently, his eyes fixed on you, and when you finish, he speaks softly, "it's beautiful, the way your people express themselves."

"thank you anakin, i... miss them very much." and encouraged by his interest, you continue to share more.

he listens, and for that you thank him silently. being able to share a part of you feels freeing, and you wonder at how easily the dynamic had shifted.

but after hours of reading, sharing stories, and talking, openly for once, you can't help but to yawn. anakin notices, "you're tired, we should head to bed, princess."

you want to oppose but the sleep settling into you prohibits the response, "i guess so, but i enjoyed this. i," you try to search for the right words, "i like being able to talk to you like this. i was scared you had grown a resentment for me."

he gives you a curious look, so you continue, "i thought that you may not like me, or rather, this arrangement."

he sighs, "no, it's not that. i just, was scared to say or do the wrong thing. i'm not often left alone with beautiful princesses."

your heart skips a beat at his words. anakin's admission catches you off guard, and you can't help but feel a rush of warmth spreading through you.

with a shy smile, you respond, "i appreciate your honesty, anakin. and for the record, you've never said anything that made me resent this arrangement. in fact, i find our conversations… quite refreshing."

anakin's blue eyes meet yours, and you see a softness in them that you hadn't witnessed before. as though the walls that had separated you were crumbling further.

as you both walk to your rooms to retire for the night, there's a newfound sense of closeness between you. he escorts and checks your room, as he always does, but this time, there's a different energy in the air. his protectiveness is still there, but it's accompanied by a tenderness that wasn't evident before.

entering your room, you face him. "thank you, anakin, for today. for everything."

he nods, a small smile gracing his lips. "you're welcome, princess. sleep well."

"you as well." and you do truly mean it.

as you lay in bed, you can't help but reflect on how much has changed between you and the knight. what started as so tense, transformed into something more genuine.

as sleep gradually overtakes you, you can't help but wonder where this journey will lead. the future is uncertain and frightening, but one thing is clear— you're no longer alone in the safehouse, no longer silently watched. you have something sweet to hold onto, and that, for now, is more than enough.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Dad tan?

Either like headcanons or a full little prompt. Anything of the sorts

hii!! yes yes and yes, I love dad tan. some of these are probs mentioned in other hc’s. but hope you like it💌

DAD TAN HC’s

wc. 721

— I think it's been established that tan is a girl dad. he suits a son too though a daughter fits him so much better

— he is a great dad, the kind of one who didn't have a solid father figure growing up but wants to be what he couldn't have. just bc he didn't have a good dad, doesn't mean his kids have to have the same

— he wants to give them everything he didn’t have

— he was very anxious about being a dad, constantly worrying about messing up and being shit or them turning out like him, but with your reassurance, he got more comfortable with the idea of having kids

— he also worries a lot bc of work - something bad happening to him and leaving you on your own with the kids

— I feel like maybe he wants lots of kids, like a big house full of your children, though he is a man and he has no say in how many kids you have (had to be said lmao, can't stand when guys say they want 6+ kids) but realistically that's not possible or suitable for his lifestyle/ occupation, so you have 2 kids, one boy, one girl (but both under 7)

— he has small pictures of all of you (you and the kids) tucked in his wallet so he can have you close at all times. his lock screen is a picture of all 4 of you from a recent family holiday. and then you're his home screen <33 

— you've both taught your kids very well; good manners, polite, not too spoilt (even though they get LOADS of gifts from dad tan) they have things in moderation, so they're well-rounded and behaved kids. they have their moments, but overall, they're good. I think he hates snotty, shitty and bratty kids, so he's made sure that his are nowhere like that

— the boy looks like tan and has more aspects of your personality, but the girl looks like you and has more aspects of tan's personality. they're a perfect mix of you both, AND IT'S REALLY FUCKING CUTE !!

— one of the kids (or both) definitely copied a swear that tan said, so now you put a ban on curses around the house. no swearing when the kids are awake

— you have sunday dinners at your shared house with the kids and uncle lemon comes over. he accidentally gets them all hyper and wound up before dinner, then tan curses him out, saying how they're going to be a nightmare to get sorted. he apologies then turns to the kids and laughs, basically mocking tan and then helps get them cleaned up for dinner

— you both have a system, one of you is in charge of one kid getting ready for bed, and the other is in charge of the other kid. you swap over halfway to share time between both kids. you do things together and it works, sharing the responsibilities to lighten the load

— after the kids are in bed, you and tan have some time together. as much as he loves his kids, you still come above. either you want some time apart to recuperate, like you have a bath, tan watches football or you both snuggle on the sofa watching shitty tv and having a couple drinks

— loves his kids, loves his family💔

— when he gets the chance, he'd plan dad days, where he does something special with the kids or one of them at a time. either taking you all out for the day, going to a kiddy theme park, or taking the son to a westham football game or the daughter on a shopping day around harrod's

— he minimises time away from work to spend as much time at home with you and the kids

— he takes the kiddos out to places he and lemon liked as kids. taking them to cafes they used to regularly visit 

— has afternoon naps on the sofa when the kids wear him out. he dad snores too. sometimes you find all 3 of them on the couch, each kid tucked into the sides of tan

— in conclusion, something 'tangerine' something, is the bestest husband and dad ever

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

no tan taglist for this one as don’t want to spam you

[khaire-traveler]

Hello! I wanted to participate in @wisdom-devotee 's 31 days of helpol but couldn't do so sooner, so I'm doing it now. Click here for the original post with the prompts. Below the cut are my answers! I figured I'd add a cut due to the length of the post.

If you were tagged, it's for day 17 where I was asked to @ people to spread some love! Know that I appreciate all you do and that your efforts towards the community (and yourselves) are being acknowledged. Y'all rock, and you deserve to know it! Take care! 🧡

*If there are typos, that sucks because I'm not going back to fix them lmao; this post is EXTREMELY long. 💀*

DAY ONE: Who was the first deity you began worshipping, and are you still worshipping them now? If this has been answered before, how has your worship changed since last year?

- The first deity I began worshipping was Lord Hermes! I'm definitely still worshipping him, going on four years strong. Over the years, my worship has gone through many transformations, but the biggest one this year was a more prominent focus on food and drink offerings, since my room is now right now to the kitchen, rather than being in the basement. It's much more convenient, and I've found I enjoy giving these offerings more as well!

DAY TWO: Which deity did you most recently start worshipping? Were you called to them, or did you reach out first? Do you think there were specific reasons behind why you were drawn to them?

- I don't have physical altars for all the deities I want to start worshipping nor the ones I've already started worshipping. I think the most recent additions have probably been Hypnos and Thanatos, but I haven't given them as much praise as I would like to. I've been thinking of how to incorporate hero worship into my practice recently as well, but it's difficult because, again, I don't have space for physical altars which often remind me to engage in regular worship. For the heroes, I felt a call to them, but I'm not sure if they reached out to me or if a deity has been encouraging me to reach out (this has happened before lol). I had a lot of dreams about these heroes, to the point where it's suspicious to me, but again, I don't think it's them reaching out so much as someone else telling me to reach out. For Thanatos and Hypnos, I genuinely just like them a lot, so I did little things to show appreciation, mostly digitally. Sleep is very important, and I often have vivid and wild dreams, so that's why I reached out to Hypnos - I felt a connection in that way. For Thanatos, I used to have a phobia of death, so I forced myself to interact more with the topic (it helped a lot), and I had an appreciation for Thanatos already, so I like to occasionally show appreciation for what he does. My worship of Hypnos and Thanatos is pretty inconsistent, however, and doesn't happen as often as I would like.

DAY THREE: How long ago did you start Hellenic Polytheism?

- Well, I officially began about three years ago, but prior to that, I considered myself "generally pagan". I'm honestly not big on labels; I find them to be extremely restricting, but I go with this label because it feels the most fitting for my practice. Honestly, though, I only switched to a polytheistic practice after an incredibly traumatizing experience with another pagan offline. Hellenic Polytheism saved me in a lot of ways from that. I got that Greek Tragedy backstory, as someone once put it lol.

DAY FOUR: Are there any deities you don't currently worship but want to learn about?

- Eros has been reaching out for a long while, and I desperately want to start worshipping him, but I need to find a way to make more room to do so (that's been my biggest road-block). There are many others outside of him as well, but the other deities I'm mostly just interested in learning about and not picking up worship.

DAY FIVE: How much have you bonded with your deities?

- I'm extremely close with some deities. Some are like family to me, some are close in other ways, and some I worship but am not extremely emotionally close with. I love and cherish all the gods, though, and I have immense respect and appreciation for those I don't know well regardless. They all do so much for the world, even outside of myself, and I think that's really beautiful.

DAY SIX: What's one way you incorporate Hellenic Polytheism into your routine (daily, weekly, monthly, etc.)?

- I always try to pray right before going to sleep, though that doesn't always happen (I'd say it happens 8 times out of 10). I also try to give offerings after asking for assistance and celebrate festivals that I feel connected to (though I need to get better at planning ahead for them ☠️). I've been pretty disconnected with my practice, due to life circumstances, so now that those circumstances have ended, I really hope I can get reconnected with things again.

DAY SEVEN: Are you openly a Hellenic Polytheist offline? How does being open/not open affect your worship?

- I'm typically very open about my practice offline. My friends don't typically inquire about it. I recently cut off some people who were openly disrespectful about it, actually, though that wasn't the reason I cut contact (just to clarify that there's more to that story). In front of older folks, I'm not open in this area, however, because this area is very... judgemental, to say the least. I try to live true to myself, though, despite what others think. It's a tough lesson I'm learning in a new and harsh environment (I moved from a much more open-minded place recently).

DAY EIGHT: Do you have altars? If you do, how do you use it?

- Technically, I have sixteen altars, but two of them are on pause and packed away at the moment, so I have fourteen active ones. I also have two more unofficial altars, where I have offerings dedicated to deities, but they're not fully fledged, dedicated spaces. Do I have too many? Eh. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

DAY NINE: Is there a practice that's common among other Hellenic Polytheists that you're skeptical about?

- I'd say that the only one that I've been iffy about - that's a modern thing - is the existence of the astral realm. There have been many people that I've met that use it as an excuse to spread misinformation and lies. There are some that I've met who also fall into a state of psychosis due to it, and that highly alarms me; it makes me not want to touch the astral realm topic with a ten-foot pole. I'm also very hesitant about priest/priestess titles, personally. I don't want to cast immediate judgement upon those who use those titles, but I'm pretty iffy about them because of my past with such individuals. Some who have those titles, though, use them for their own practice, rather than as a social title, which I think is a better way to implement that. I don't have a personal issue with it, but I'm definitely a bit skeptical about people who are under 20 and using it, I have to say.

DAY TEN: What's something you've learned about Hellenic Polytheism that you wish you knew sooner?

- Honestly, a lot of the questions I've gotten from beginners on this account contain those exact things. I didn't know jack shit when I first started as a pagan, and when I started ✨officially✨ as a polytheist, I was essentially beginning against from scratch (the person I replied on as a pagan, for advice and guidance, was extremely manipulative, etc. and I had to reinform myself). I just try to spread what I've learned, what I wish I knew, but I'm not, by any means, an educator or authority or anything.

DAY ELEVEN: What is the clearest sign that you've received from a deity?

- I've had a lot of very clear signs given to me because I have this ridiculous habit of things going completely over my head. There was one time where Lord Hermes sent an entire flock of black birds to my backyard (had never happened before and never happened again), the time I had prayed to Lord Dionysus and immediately had an extremely vivid lucid dream about him, or even literally just yesterday when I had agreed to do a reading with Lord Apollon and got constant reminders throughout the evening about him. This is a common theme in my life because I accidentally dismiss things that were obviously signs as coincidences, so when my deities need to reach me, they need to make a big deal of things. ^^;

DAY TWELVE: Do you do food offerings or libations? What do you do with the food/drink after you've offered it?

- Yes to both! I don't call it "libations", however; I simply offer drinks, and that's that. I love sharing my meals with my deities as well and sometimes go out of my way to make something tasty just so I can offer it. I consume all of my offerings, pretty much, unless I have some reason not to (such as it being bad or I get the vibe that I shouldn't, which hasn't happened often). With my room being next to my kitchen, it's much easier to give these kinds of offerings!

DAY THIRTEEN: Do you write your own prayers?

- Yes and no. I have written prayers on ye ol' Tumblr and shared them, but those prayers are typically written specifically for Tumblr (sometimes I write them as an act of devotion to that deity as well). Oftentimes, though, my prayers aren't scripted at all. I usually just share what's on my mind, ask for assistance if applicable, thank the deity and give some praise, then close out. I do have some personal prayers that I wrote that I don't share (and will never share) publicly, but I don't have many of those because it's not really my thing.

DAY FOURTEEN: Do you have any hobbies that fit any of your deities' domains?

- Yes, too many, frankly. I love drawing, painting, writing poetry, writing stories, playing DnD and other TTRPGs, reading classical literature, debating philosophical ideas, pet-sitting for others, spending time with my pets, practicing witchcraft, doing divination, interpreting dreams, analyzing literature and media, playing various video games (the game itself dictates who I dedicate this to), educating others on various topics (not in any formal sort of way, this just happens to me a lot, for some reason), and the list goes on. I do a lot that ended up directly tying into deity domains, none of which were explicitly intentional lol.

DAY FIFTEEN: How has your worship changed you?

- I'm honestly a completely different person from the one that originally began down the polytheist, even pagan, path. I've learned A LOT about the world, about others, about the gods, and especially about myself. The lessons that I've learned from worship will follow me through the rest of my life, and I say this with immense love towards the gods for helping me grow so much in four years. I will be forever grateful to them; I wouldn't be here today without them.

DAY SIXTEEN: If you could give one piece of advice to someone who's just starting in Helpol, what would it be?

- Please check my pinned post; I promise you, wholeheartedly, that you will find something helpful there. No, but for real, I'd give them the advice of not solely letting others dictate their practice. I made that mistake myself, and I'm still dealing with the consequences. It's not worth your time, energy, or effort to completely change your practice to fit someone else's mold. Be yourself, and practice in a way that makes you feel happy.

DAY SEVENTEEN: Send out some love! Are there any Helpol blogs here on Tumblr that you follow and really like?

- I honestly have a lot of Helpol blogs that I enjoy, but @ ing them all would be hellish lmao, so I'll only include a few, but know that if you aren't tagged, that doesn't mean I don't appreciate you! You all deserve love. c:

@sephospaganplace @travelingthief @piristephes @captainkaltar @theoi-crow @thegodwhocums @hyakinthou-naos @olympianbutch @winedarkgod @artemis-potnia-theron @fireandfennel and a massive shout-out to those who run the @countrydionysia blog; thank you both for running those festival competitions each time! c:

DAY EIGHTEEN: How can you best describe each of your relationships with your deities?

- There are three that I feel pressured to be particularly quiet about, but I'm pretty close to most of them. There are some deities that I don't feel as close with as others but, rather, worship out of respect and acknowledgement. Two of my deities have come forward to me about being patrons as well which is cool, but patrons aren't exactly what people often think of in the modern day (I'm not gonna dive into that here). Truthfully, if I reviewed each of my deity relationships, we'd be here for the next twenty years, so I'm just going to move on lol.

DAY NINETEEN: If you had to assign one song to each of the deities you worship, which songs would you choose?

- We're going to be here for so long, omg... Strap in, get ready. This is gonna be a long one, fellas.

Hermes - The Devil Went Down To Georgia by The Charlie Daniels Band (this was HARD, but I decided this one ultimately because I have an irrational love for this song and strongly associate it to Hermes for, like, no real reason)

Apollo - Sunkissed by Khai Dreams (it's just such a sweet and happy song, I love it; makes me think of his myths a lot c:)

Dionysus - Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance (it's got that rebellious vibe; I have a lot for him, but I'm too indecisive, so I'm going with this one lol)

Athena - Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos (I feel this one is pretty self-explanatory; just give it a listen, and all will be made clear)

Artemis - Artemis by AURORA (listen, I know how silly this sounds, but it's just too fucking good to say no); Running With Wolves by AURORA (if you want a song that isn't literally named after her lmao)

Aphrodite - Dream A Little Dream Of Me by Ella Fitzgerald & Luis Armstrong ( I was so torn for this one, but I decided on this song because I love how sweet and wholesome it is c:)

Ares - Wanted Dead Or Alive by Bon Jovi (there were other contenders, but this song is just way too good lol)

Eros (I have a playlist for him, despite still needing an altar) - Lollipop by MIKA (I honestly don't know why; I just strongly associate this song with him)

Persephone - Heathens by AURORA (I just love the power in this song; I believe it's actually about Eve from The Bible, but it makes me think of Persephone so much, for some reason)

Haides - This Could Be My Last Song by Frank Watkinson (an original song made by an old man who sings on YouTube; there are a lot of options I could've put here, but this, I chose very intentionally)

Poseidon - You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC (there's a lot of songs I love for him, most of which are 80's rock, but this one kept coming up, so I chose it c:)

Zeus - Thunderstruck by AC/DC (I am legally obligated to put this song here)

Hera - Killer Queen by Queen (I'm also legally obligated to put this song here)

Hestia - What A Wonderful World by Luis Armstrong (this song makes me feel safe every time I hear it)

- I'm not including the Norse deities I worship, since this is a Helpol thing.

DAY TWENTY: Do you have a favorite aspect of Hellenic Polytheism?

- Probably the freedom of practice. Outside of the deities that I love, I think having the freedom of choice is really appealing to me (and yes, I know other religions offer that as well; this is just one of the many things I love about Helpol, outside of the gods I worship). As a practice, Helpol has always varied from place to place, person to person, and I think that's very beautiful. It feels very personal in that way, and no one has the exact same experience, even if they are extremely similar. That's something I really love about the practice. c:

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Are there any retellings/adaptations of Greek mythology that you LIKE? Why/why not?

- In regards to retellings, I'm not typically a fan of them. Epic: The Musical is fun, but it had been ruined for me for a period of time due to the fandom and some of the creative decisions made (mostly the fandom, though). Many of the fandom people I met just...didn't care to acknowledge that some people actively worship these deities in real life as well as the fact that Epic is NOT The Odyssey, nor are they the same story. Same characters, same end goal, but absolutely not the same progression. Staying away from the fandom, I can appreciate that Epic is a story of its own that's simply based on The Odyssey; it's very much so its own thing. I feel that the Helpol community rightfully has mixed feelings about it but that we should really stop immediately discounting things that are taking inspiration from Greek mythology because it's actually pretty cool that people are taking an interest in these ancient stories. Also, I feel that we often forget that these creators 1. do not worship the gods, and 2. do not realize that people exist today who STILL worship these gods. It's sad, but it's true.

- I also enjoy Hades: The Game a lot! Absolutely fantastic gameplay, and I enjoy the characters a lot. It's not accurate to the original myth, and it does seem to miss some of the point of the original, but it's still a pretty cool game with a really interesting story. There are some others as well, but I can't seem to remember them well right now, for some reason.

DAY TWENTY-TWO: Is there an aspect of Hellenic Polytheism you haven't yet gotten to try but hope to in the future? Do you have any other Helpol-related goals for the next year?

- Honestly, I don't do anything with daimones. It's something I should probably look into more, but it's not something that's ever really called to me. I'm curious to learn more about it in the future, however, in order to understand more and see if it's something I'd like to incorporate. Aside from that, the only goals I have are related to ancestor worship, hero worship, and generally getting more involved with my spirituality in the future.

DAY TWENTY-THREE: What's a bit of UPG you have with your deities?

- The world isn't ready for my UPGs.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR: What's an offering you've made that you're really proud of?

- This question has singlehandedly unlocked a beast within me that's been hiding away. Allow me to explain. Back when I was first starting out with deities, I carved an entire caduceus for Lord Hermes out of soap. I also carved a rose out of soap for Aphrodite. These were things that I was extremely proud of and were thrown away - the caduceus was coercion from an abusive asshole, and the rose was thrown away with my knowledge at all. Both were thrown away due to the same fucking asshole, AND YEAH, I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT.

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: What was the most surprising thing you've learned about Hellenic Polytheism or your deities?

- Honestly, all of it. When I first started out as even just a pagan, I knew virtually NOTHING about Greek mythology. It's pretty funny, actually, because so many people I know were super into Greek mythology as kids or read Percy Jackson or whatnot, but for me, I knew absolutely nothing and came in completely blind lmao. Learning about anything related to Greek mythology, Hellenic Polytheism, and related topics was absolutely wild for me; kid me would be so surprised to see that we went down this path.

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Do you celebrate any festivals? Which ones, or why not?

- I celebrate a few festivals, but I'm also planning to create my own, for my own purposes. Currently, I celebrate Anthesteria (my fav, tbh), City Dionysia, Theogamia, and Thargelia. Sometimes I celebrate Rural Dionysia, too, but that one kind of depends. In the past, I've celebrated others, but due to some interpersonal drama, those festivals have a bit of a bad association for me now, and I still need to reassociate them (I'm not willing to elaborate on this). But yeah, festivals are fun! I want to convert some modern celebrations into Helpol celebrations as well as invent my own.

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Share a fun fact about one or more of your deities that you think is underrated or not well-known.

- Hermes is a god of animal husbandry, and this is CONSTANTLY forgotten about. What, you ask, is animal husbandry? As one person put it, "Animal Husbandry pertains to the care, cultivation, and breeding of animals kept as pets or as livestock." This includes, but is not limited to, beekeeping, cattle farming, poultry farming, fish farming, owning a dog, owning a cat, rehabilitating wild animals, and more. Animal husbandry includes a wide variety of animal-human relationships (none of which are romantic or sexual, TO BE CLEAR; that's not what "husbandry" is in this context), and that special familial bond you have with a dog, cat, or otherwise? Animal husbandry, baby. 😎 Hermes deserves more credit for strengthening the bonds humans have with animals, and I never, EVER see anyone mention this - online or otherwise. If you ever need to bond with an animal, Hermes is your guy, remember.

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: What is your favorite myth?

- Hands-down, Apollo and Hyacinthus. It's the first myth that that made me cry while I was reading it. I favor the version with Zephyrus because, to me, it adds a lot of depth to the story. I do also love a lot of Hermes' myths, like the one where he has a yelling competition with that one guy and the guy dies because he can't physically yell louder than, you know, a god. Or the one where Hermes wanted to do the devil's tango with Aphrodite, but she was like, "Nah," and he was bummed about it, so Zeus, pitying his son (the actual phrasing in the myth), sent down an eagle to steal Aphrodite's sandal while she was bathing in a river and gave it to Hermes, which he returned to her once she started looking for it, and she did the deed with him for the favor, and then they had a kid (and Hermes put an eagle constellation in the sky as a thank you to Zeus). That one's silly to me because of the nature of just returning your crush's missing sandal and your crush being like, "Thank you! I'll do the devil's tango with you now!" But also having your dad steal your crush's sandal in the first place and give it to you in order for that to happen; it's so wild to me. There are some pretty great Hermes myths that I think are a little slept on lol. I also love that myth where Ares gets trapped in a bronze jar by two brothers who were giants (they tried to storm Olympus, Ares tried to stop them and was captured), and, presumably, no one realized what had happened (AFTER THIRTEEN MONTHS) until the giants' stepmother had told Hermes, so Hermes and Artemis went to save him (and did successfully, with Artemis turning into a deer and causing the brother to accidentally strike and kill each other while Hermes secretly snatched the jar with Ares in it). Very silly myth; what a wild concept of Ares just being straight up trapped in a jar for an entire year. Probably indicative of a time of peace, still funny regardless. AND the one with Ariadne and Dionysus, just because they're so sweet together. Ugh, I love too many, I have to stop now or I'll keep going forever.

DAY TWENTY-NINE: What is an aspect of your deities that you really appreciate?

- This is kind of hard to answer without going through each of them, honestly, but as an overarching thing, I appreciate how the deities I'm closest to are incredibly compassionate and understanding with me. They know my faults, and they love me anyway, and that's something I'm very grateful for.

DAY THIRTY: Do you have a visual interpretation of your deities? Is this different from usual depictions you see of them?

- Yes and sometimes. I can detail how they all appear in my mind, I suppose, but that'll take a lot of energy out of me, so I think I'll just...skip describing them lol. I'd rather make a separate post about it, I think. Some of them seem to look very different from ways I've heard them described, particularly Lord Haides and Lady Persephone. Lord Hermes varies a lot in appearance, but I don't think I've ever seen an exact representation of how I see him, honestly; some get close but aren't exactly the same. Lord Dionysus is in a similar boat with Hermes where oftentimes, the representations get pretty damn close, but there's always something that's just slightly off from how I actually see him.

DAY THIRTY-ONE: Share a positive experience you've had this month/year with one or more of your deities.

- Literally just a few days ago, I did a reading with Lord Apollon that was actually very positive. I really needed to hear it from him. I've had lots of other experiences, but they're a bit personal, and I'd rather keep the sanctity of that. They're sacred to me, and that's all that really matters. 🧡

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Happy New Year, everyone! Take care this year. 🧡🫂

[oatmealdaydreams]

we keep this love in a photograph

Let me know if ya wanna be added on or taken off the general taglist!

Prompt: Day 4 of @oobbbear Fiddtober, Family!

Pairings: gen

Warnings: none

Summary:  Fiddleford thinks about family, and just who his family is.

Notes: this is based on the song Photograph by Ed Sheeran. I haven't listened to this song since 2016, lmao.

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

[drabble under the cut]

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home

~ "Photograph", Ed Sheeran

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Fiddleford looks at a wrinkled, old photograph in his hand. 

There are creases, torn bits and slightly singed edges. Years of being held in an overalls pocket leak from it. Its picture is somewhat faded, sepia-hued, but still just as precious as it was when first taken. The memory-worn photo fits with a sense of familiarity in Fiddleford’s hand. In the picture itself, there poses a mother and her son, both with curly hair covering their eyes. The boy is young, only a tot, with a toothy grin on his little face. The mother has a tired smile, holding her son on her lap, geometric earrings dangling from her ears. He thumbs over the edges of the polaroid as he reads the note below the photograph. 

‘Love you, Daddy!’ is written in dark ink, messy kid lettering. 

There are two scribbled signatures under the sweet message: a sloppy T and a curvy EM. A fond, nostalgic half-smile spreads on Fiddleford’s face as he thinks of his son, of his ex-wife, of when it was just the three of them. A little family, one he helped make and raise before he…before. The smile fades slightly as he vaguely recalls leaving them for an extended period of time. 

He still has his son. His ex-wife left him, survived his robot, and is now…somewhere. He doesn’t know. It’s best if he doesn’t know, he supposes. It’s been so long. 

He looks up from the beloved polaroid, glancing out at the docs. The water glistens with the afternoon Sun, orange and golden in a pleasant way. Tater, his son, sits on the docs with his legs over the edge as he fishes quietly. There’s the smallest smile on his face that Fiddleford hasn’t seen in a long one. It’s nice to see it again.

Out on the lake is a boat, the Stan O’ War, carrying a pair of kids and their great uncle around. Stanford Pines seems oddly in his element sailing on the lake, his twin niblings chatting away with him as he throws the line out to fish. His eyebags have faded significantly from the last time FIddleford saw him. He looks…better. The old inventor feels a vaguely familiar warmth in his chest at seeing his friend relax. He looks happy. When was the last time Fiddleford saw him happy, at ease, content? He lightly shakes his head as he pockets the polaroid. 

Fiddleford walks down to the docs, joining his family for an afternoon of fishing. 

Fiddleford looks at a wrinkled, old photograph in his hand.

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @thegoldenduckie @not-sure-what-im-feeling

[kinmokusei-stars]

Week 1 of October InuKou Costumes!

🌹Royal and Knight!⚔️

I've decided I'll be a bit flexible with myself on the exact days I post these! This was planned for yesterday, but I got a bit busy, so it's coming out today! ( ´ ꒳ ` )

I had this idea for the first week of costumes to be Kouko and Inuyasha as a princess/prince and a knight!

It's not something brought up often, since it's more related to her backstory and childhood than anything too important to her current path in life, but Kouko was born a princess, which is crazy to think about? It's such a stark contrast to her situation nowadays, and that really shows just how much her life changed when her family was attacked. The poor girl really got her entire life upended and sent down an whole different path. Though nowadays she doesn't mind how things ended up for her, she's grown to be a completely separate person from her past, which is why this prompt was kind of hard?

I don't draw her in frilly or overly feminine outfits too often, so it was a trip to put her in a princess-y dress. I figured I'd put her in something more simple and less flashy compared to a lot of princess dresses, even if it's still definitely not her normal style LMAO I was going to give her those fun puffy sleeves that the dress I was referencing had, but I really didn't want to cover up her arm scars, and she doesn't tend to enjoy wearing sleeves at all, so they're gone! She's rightfully a bit bewildered by the whole situation, the whole outfit is a bit out of her ballpark.

Though, once I had the idea of Princess and Knight, then I pondered a bit more on who I wanted to be the royal and who I wanted to be the knight, because Kouko also fits the knight role really well! She's devoted and loyal, and definitely protective enough to pull it off, even if she knows that Inuyasha can definitely hold his own in a fight just as much as she can LMAO It fits her style a lot more naturally with how she grew to be over the years!

So of course, because I have no self control, I caved and just did both, which is part ofwhy this one took a bit longer than expected! I'm definitely more proud of Knight Kouko and Prince Inuyasha than the other, but I'm decently happy with both!

I also wanted the background to look like those pleasant paintings and old picture books I've always really liked, and I love how it came out, even if it's different from what I usually do! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

(I'm also back on my soapbox about boys deserving to receive flowers too. Inuyasha gets a little rose here from his girlfriend LMAO)

[yonemurishiroku]

please drop the link for the Nico finds family in Venice au when you're done pretty please 🥺

would be very interested in reading it

I regret to inform you that I, in fact, have nothing regarding this AU except for maybe a few visions that would do much better were I an artist instead of a slow-as-snail writer.

I have some reasonable explanation for the di Angelos - Maria had many siblings, and therefore Nico has many cousins who are actually still alive. One of them being the current head of the family (?) and he recognizes Nico. He has a vague sense of the whole Hades thing, so when Nico tells him the truth, he believes him and welcomes him back to the family. Nico then lives with them as his grandson.

I like to play around and imagine that it's like a big family staying together. And Nico now has an 'older brother' - who is actually his... grandnephew?? idk i probably just made that up. It'd be 10x times funnier if said grandnephew is actually aware of the truth. So they have this weird dynamic of "I'm 70 years older than you, son" - "Not in the adoption papers you are not, grandpa" LMAO. And then maybe - just maybe! - a boyfriend who is friends with said older brother/grandnephew? LOL

My plan, as of currently (which is code word for: all the prompts I can think of), is only an one-scene oneshot (you know, typical me).

Initially, I was going to merge it with another prompt I've got in store - which is about Grover coming across Nico in Italy again when he's traveling the world as the god of the wild. The plot would be quite simple, obviously: Grover lands in Venice, recognizes Nico who is just having a nice morning out with his (new) family, and then spends some time together on a bench sightseeing as they contemplate Nico's life story.

It's a one-time encounter between old friends to reminisce about your past - that sort of thing.

On the other hand, I just realized maybe five minutes ago that Reyna can fit quite well in Grover's place, as well. Mainly because:

1/ She is traveling around, too.

2/ She's close to Nico, too.

3/ She's now a Hunter of Artemis, which is a whole other branch that can connect to Bianca in case I want to go there, too.

Hazel is also a good candidate, though in her case I'd have to modify the plot a little, figuring out a good reason for her to cross the freaking Atlantic, what kind of transportation she'll have to take, their reactions upon reuniting - just. a bunch of things, really. I reckon if I'm going to pick Hazel, I would need to bring Percy too bc 1/ Frank would never let Hazel go that far alone but CJ needs at least a praetor; 2/ It allows for more interesting interactions.

But alas - I hardly have enough willpower for both Hazel and Percy, so there's that.

This is everything I have in mind. I'm sorry if you were expecting a multi-chaptered fanfic bc honestly I can't do longfic and half of the time I say I have an AU - it's like a 2-sentence prompt at best 😭😭😭

[lemongrass--tea]

Good morning and Happy Friday! You are an incredible artist! I've been browsing your work (on here and on Pillowfort!) and I am amazed by your mastery of anatomy and how you infuse character in each of your pieces.

First, I saw through the #sdv elliott tag how you were asking about drawing other fans' farmers. If you're still interested, I happily offer up mine! You can DM me for references if you so desire.

Second, I want to know more about Elliott and Connor. What's Connor's story? How did he and Elliott get together? What do they love best about each other?

And correct me if I'm wrong, but I've inferred from some of your art that he is a tengu, or at least a related entity. That's so neat! Tell me more about that. 😁👍

Hee hee heee this came out so long lmao I tried to be concise but I’ve written the epistle of Connor and Elliott lore😩

(And I would love to draw your farmer I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal)

Connor is certainly similar to a tengu in the sense that what he’s based on is a similar mischievous spirit fae species type thing. I combined two Caribbean myths for him, chickcharnie and gaulin wife.

Linked some info on the two, but I’ll say the gaulin wife telling here isn’t the exact one that I remember, there’s this one telling that has a song in it that the wife sings “oh what a foolish man, he married the gaulin” BUT IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR WEEEEKS I can’t find it it might be lost media🥲. I also can’t remember the EXACT way that version went since I heard last it when I was like- 11 lmao. But the concept is pretty much what’s in this version.

SO that gets us to Connor, I wanted him to have the whole monster bird fae elements of the chickcharnie to have a reason to be feared or distrusted by his home town, but I also REALLY love herons (hence the gaulin bride) and the whole jingle from that tale. So I was like, what if everyone around them (mostly from Connor’s home life because bird man cryptid is par for the course in pelican town I think lmao) would think Elliott to be like, crazy for wanting to be with a fae. So they’re like a twist on the myth where instead of the man seeing this perfect spouse that turns out to be a trick, everyone else EXPECTS a trick but they’re just hopelessly in love.

I hope that makes sense

So Connor has 2 sisters, Cara his “twin” and Khipz their younger sister. If you’ve ever seen that writing prompt where a fae asks a mother to pick which is their real child vs the fae’s copy and she responds like “they’re both my children” that’s kind of what happens here. I think it fits considering chickcharnie are known for like, kidnapping and luring little kids into the pine forest, fun stuff, so a baby swap sounds about right.

The real twin was stillborn/terminally ill, but their mother has connections to the local fae through her family (grandpa from the actual canon) having a good relationship through the time they lived in the valley. So she begs for a way to save the kid, and they grant this favor by doing a little swap, they take the baby and give her Connor.

The father is not quite so tolerant to fae activity, so he DOES NOT vibe with Connor, pretty much seeing him as like not really theirs, but ofc Connor’s a baby he has no way to understand the hostility here. But he’s willing to let him pass as long as he’s able to keep up appearances. This man is all about reputation and appearance, he wants that white picket fence life, hes a major business man in their town he expects perfection. But the cultural context of the fae being dangerous and uncontrollable he does not want people to know that he’s connected to that. So they raise Connor to suppress his magic and such, he has to keep up appearances as fully human, perfect little identical copy of his twin (which includes being raised feminine since the original expectation was two girls so that’s what Connor’s default appearance was)

At a point though a kids going to start developing their own persona, so once he hits teen years he’s not really comfortable being constrained to copying Cara. He’s allowed to shift his presentation to his current male presentation, but it does kinda throw a wrench in his dad’s perception of him. Every disagreement and every personal decision is more and more strain as Connor’s less willing to conform, which raises his dad’s concerns about his nature as a fae. Not to mention he becomes more of a liability reputation wise because the harder he tries to control Connor the harder he pushes back, babe is prone to reckless behavior (but really in the childlike skipping class and launching a dirtbike off a ramp into a lake or something way), and their dad does NOT know how to handle it besides meeting that energy with anger especially if he’s roping his sisters into his antics.

ENTER STAGE RIGHT OUR BABYGIRL ELLIOTT

I love the concept of him being an ex-trust fund rich kid that left to pursue his own desires. So they meet in like 9th grade or so, when their parents are meeting to discuss whatever business deal they’ve got going on. And they hit it off so much cuz they’re both starting to explore being their own person and discontentment with expectations and conformity, but at this point Connor does not tell him that he is not human due to fear that he might have the same disdain that his own dad has, especially considering even his SISTERS don’t know. His mother’s been telling him all these years you can’t let anyone know, we don’t want anyone to get hurt right? It’s just not the right time, I imagine there’s an element of him fearing HIMSELF a fair amount, especially since he’s not in practice of taking his bird forms. All of his focus goes into keeping that side of himself suppressed.

But time passes and yknow young love, they’re close friends and romantic feelings start showing up, they end up sharing their first kiss and Connor is unable to stop himself from just letting all those inhibitions go. He suddenly sprouts little baby feathers and the starting nubs where his horns would grow in, tail wagging a mile a minute, but while Elliott’s taking this in because WHAT HAPPENED Connor’s dad finds them in whatever room they’d snuck off to and man is LIVID because as far as he’s concerned his biggest insecurity just got outed and being fresh to his investors son, what are they gonna think of him, so improper, how dare you. He gets dragged off to get berated and such and gets banned from being allowed anywhere near the company lest he cause more problems.

Elliott loses contact because like, neither of them have any means of contact and then he gets sent off to a boarding school to finish high school, and he brushes off the whole thing in his memory like maybe I was just hallucinating. Fae aren’t common around the city so he wouldn’t be too aware of that being an option.

Connor has the whole thing in the back of his mind like oh he probably freaked out and hates me now just like father dearest said he would, especially since Elliott never got the chance to react beyond the initial shock.

DECADE PASSES

I mentioned before in his last lore post that there’s more mounting hostility and eventually Connor decides to cut off completely, his mom gives him grandpas land so he moves to pelican town.

And like imagine his shock to see Elliott there, standing on that bridge, he’s internally freaking out then he turns and smiles at him with the opening line “oh you must be the new farmer everyone’s talking about, it’s a pleasure” and he politely kisses his knuckles and it’s like a complete parallel to their first kiss where he just loses it all over again. And like in that time he’s had other relationships other flings, and he thought he was in complete control because NEVER after that first time did he ever have a slip up again, then Elliott comes along and just KNOCKS EVERY WALL DOWN with a fleeting GREETING of all things.

Then there’s like this pause of realization from Elliott of oh my god it’s you.

I’m so unwell for them. Elliott gets his proper explanation of him and it’s like, the first time he’s not pressured to have to hide himself anymore, he thinks it’s **fascinating** and beautiful not something to be feared and reigned back. So they get to rekindle that long lost friendship and all those feelings come tumbling back into the equation.

They definitely build their relationship off emotional support and shared experience, two bros against the world frfr

[evilwickedme]

Do you perhaps have stephcass recs?

*shows up literally over two months later like a person who takes a normal amount of time to answer asks* yes hello I do have stephcass recs

unfortunately I have been known to answer these things too quickly and then read better fics that would have fit the prompt and then I can't get anon to send me the fic request again (smallville!clois anon I'm begging you to give me another chance) so when I saw my meager collection I decided to wait until I had something to pick from

and we all know what shipping a sapphic ship is like. hell, I'm not even exempt from this. so many phenomenal sapphic ships just get relegated to secondary or even tertiary pairing and never get their own quality stories. and I'm a picky reader as is, so...

anyway I've gathered a few of the best fics I've encountered that actually focus on our beloved batgirls I hope you enjoy!!

Meet Me Where You're Going is such an easy read considering it's the longest fic on this list. it deals with the batgirl mantle and the circumstances surrounding Cass giving it to Steph and also deals with you know just the drama of falling in love with the person who's most important in the whole world to you. it's plotty but not a casefic per se, mostly just using the plot as an excuse to move the emotions along

The Haunting of Wayne Manor is a historical au in that it certainly takes place before cellphones and depends on governesses being normal but I have no idea when it takes place otherwise. it's tagged as gothic horror but I feel like it's mostly atmospheric. idk how to describe this it's really good and the writing is really intricate I had a lot of fun and was on the edge of my seat the whole time

seven different kinds of light (welling up inside you) - autistic!cass needs to figure out if they're sisters before they make out, which is fair

lost in translation is sooo cute like Cass thinks Steph is afraid of her because she's never seen a crush enacted upon her before and so like nerves and butterflies are coming off all wrong lmao. Cass's bodyreading skills can't defend her against the useless lesbian pitfall of SHE LIKES YOU OH MY GOD

finally for today, sanctuary in haunted city #1 is a no-capes au where Cass has been off in Hong Kong for a while and Steph has somehow never even heard of her despite being incredibly involved with the Wayne family (still dated Tim, for example). Cass moves back to Gotham and Steph is immediately smitten. it also has a bit of the "are you my sister" angst but really only for like, six seconds. sooo cute

anyway more people should write stephcass fics. it's on my list after the bajillion of other projects I'm in the middle of but until I get my life together and write every idea I've ever had I beg of all of you to please just write something for stephcass they deserve it

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Title: The Doctor's Plight Summary: Priyanka comes to grips with her daughter's choice of partner. Word Count: 492

Sorry this one's a bit late; I'll try and still have today's short out on time. I'm super proud of this one's title, though lmao. For Glow Week day 5, I used the prompt "Family."

The short is also beneath the cut:

From the very moment she had first met him, Priyanka had never been too keen on Steven. Who was this strange, bubbly boy, and why did he feel so… entitled to touch and hug her dear Connie? And why did her daughter seem to reciprocate the actions?

As a responsible mother would, she tried to nip the growing friendship in the bud before it could blossom into something… well, more than a simple friendship. She would constantly cut their calls short, fabricate excuses to prevent them from seeing one another; she even tried setting Connie up with a more proper friend, the son of one of her and Doug’s college buddies.

Needless to say, Priyanka’s plans failed absolutely miserably—beyond miserably, even. Steven and Connie were dating by the time they entered their late teens; they were engaged only five years later; and, before she knew it, a freaking baby was on the way, prior to her daughter’s college graduation nonetheless!

All she could do was drink. How had things panned out so unexpectedly? Where had she gone so wrong? Most importantly, how would she explain this all to the extended family before the upcoming wedding!?

Doug had been her rock in these difficult times. He would constantly reassure her and encourage her to think positively. Before long, she found herself looking forward to the upcoming milestones in her daughter’s life, no matter who she met them with.

After catching wind of the bride’s premarital pregnancy, much of the extended Maheswaran family declined their wedding invites. This, Priyanka reasoned, was likely for the best; the last thing her daughter needed on such an important day was the heckling of a bunch of strangers.

The wedding went swimmingly: everyone important showed up, the ceremony had been flawless, the catering was to die for; and, to Priyanka’s immense delight, the bar was fully stocked. After a few glasses of liquid courage, the woman approached Steven, chin raised high. She had intended on confronting the man about his intentions with Connie going forward, but she ended up sobbing on his shoulder instead. The prior months had been tough on her; they  made her realize something important: she couldn’t keep pretending the man wasn’t a perfect fit for her daughter.

Priyanka’s first grandchild, Grace Maheswaran-Universe, was born with her help just a few months later. She was the most beautiful baby the woman had ever laid her eyes upon—which was saying something, given she helped deliver infants on a semi-daily basis.

She and Doug would volunteer to babysit the newborn at every opportunity they possibly could. More often than not, however, Greg Universe or the Crystal Gems had already called first dibs.

Still, with the little time she shared with her granddaughter, Priyanka would spoil her absolutely rotten. Her second, third, and fourth grandchildren appreciated the same treatment, no matter how often they toppled her furniture, sent shields soaring through her windows, or granted her produce sentience.

[agent-troi]

Find Five Lines Tag

Thanks for the double tag @television-overload and @randomfoggytiger 🫶🫶

Rules: find any lines in your WIP that fit each parameter given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.

Lol since I was tagged twice I got six prompts:

My lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing dread, a line expressing relief, a line that is screamed, a funny line

Your lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing anger, a line that is screamed, a funny line

For once I actually do have a WIP in the works (an AU where Scully is an astronaut, also a prequel to Purplerow by my friend @katy-kt-katie), progress on which got stalled when my apartment building burned down (long story) so we'll see if I can find a line for every prompt (some of them might be stretching it a bit but idc lol):

Family:

The colony had been established for research purposes, so the survivors consisted of some three hundred assorted biochemists, geologists, physicists, botanists, and the like, as well as their spouses and children— those few that had them, and also were able to convince them to uproot their lives and make a new home on another world. Ironically, they now had to do so yet again, although not by choice.

Passionate: (maybe not the kind of passion y'all had in mind but it's what i've got lmao)

Dana knelt to the ground to collect a soil sample. “It’s just that– we’re on Mars. We might find fossilized evidence of microscopic life today. I don’t wanna think about my problems with Ed. I wanna think about how much I love my job.”

Dread:

A skittering noise came from behind her. “Dana?” No sound but her heavy breathing in her ears. “Dana, are you still there?” She slowly turned around, hopping on one foot. “Dana? Dana!”

Relief: don't really have one for this and i'm too tired to dive through my other fics looking for one lol but i already had five different prompts so this was technically a bonus hehe

Screamed:

Dana looked down just in time to see a web of thin cracks spider outwards beneath her boots with an ominous crumbling sound. Before she could process what was happening, the ground gave way from under her and she cried out in alarm as she plunged down into a fathomless darkness.

Funny:

“Scully? Earth to Commander Scully, come in please!” Dana rolled her eyes. “That’s not funny, Monica.” A chuckle sounded over the other end of the comm system. “Sorry, Dana, I couldn’t help it. Seriously, though, are you okay? You kinda spaced out for a second there– no pun intended.” “Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about Ed again. When did he start being such an ass? That was a rhetorical question,” she added before Monica could respond. “Being on this mission has not been good for his ego.” “His ego isn’t good for his ego. He wouldn’t even be on this mission at all if he wasn’t so good at his job, and everybody knows it. You could do so much better than him, you know that?”

Tagging @katy-kt-katie @tofuttim @doctorbeverlycrusher @keldabe-kriff @eighthprincessofheart @mollybecameanengineer and whoever else wants to do this bc i'm so late responding to this i'm sure everyone i know has been tagged already😂

[willow-balcoin]

holiday prompt → chan balcoin.

001. under the mistletoe—

Chan tends to be hyper aware of mistletoe so he can avoid it at all costs, was probably a cootie believer when he was a kid. Nowadays he doesn't subscribe to the idea that he needs a plant hanging over his head to help him with that kind of thing. Would definitely give his mom a peck on the cheek though, low key cutie.

002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.

He's alone for sure. He's immune to cuffing season propaganda BUT might feel a twinge in his chest when faced with family nights and his sister and cousins all bringing their someones around. If he asks anyone if Tara's coming around, no he didn't.

003. snowed in from a heavy snow storm.

Everyone in his family's circle is a yes and a no. Yes because he has a quiet longing to be part of the family his mom has built and it would be nice to finally be a proper part of one of their big family stories that will be recounted for years down the line, but no because he's realised he made a mistake following his dad and allowing himself to be cut off from said family. Now he's too prideful to admit how badly he wants to be part of it so it's easier to stay on the outside looking in.

004. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the center and family chaos ensuing around the house.

If it's with the Balcoins and co. I think it'd be good vibes!! He's still figuring out where he fits amongst everyone and knows he's the shiny new thing they're all paying attention to so he's pretty reserved. He's steadily finding his feet as his own person outside of his father's shadow though so I think everyone would be pleasantly surprised when he starts showing some actual personality.

005. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel.

I'd say he's indifferent to the decorating business, he'll leave those decisions to his mom, but he definitely encouraged her to get a stupidly large tree because he never really had that type of stereotypical holiday experience with his dad. Having some family time with just Daphne and Willow while decorating the tree would have healed some of the unacknowledged childhood trauma he's harbouring. The magic of Christmas etc etc.

006. setting out snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!

Despite his dad being a hardass I wouldn't suggest he was an awful person, so I think he would have helped Willow set things up for the kids when they were little– footprints in flour through the kitchen to a plate of cookies, a half finished glass of milk and so on. Probably realised Santa wasn't real when his nosy little self found his parents taking bites out of carrots as if reindeer had been in the house. Definitely snitched to all the other kids too lmao.

007. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice?

I would say he's on the nice list. Could technically be nicer, but he's doing his best while dealing with his own shit. He'd quietly be pretty pleased about that, he definitely reacts well to praise.

008. exchanging and open gifts, anticipating what gift they may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks?

Wishlist wise he'd be hoping for some acknowledgement from his father after their falling out. He wouldn't get it as such, just a generally addressed Christmas card to them all in the mail, but he knows if he wants the man's attention he needs to achieve something first. His task for the year ahead is figuring out whether appeasing his father aligns with his own desires or if it's too detrimental. Best gift he ever got was probably light up sneakers when he was a kid. He's still chasing the high of the joy he felt on that day.

009. auditions are now open for the town christmas extravaganza !!!

Oh Channie is so not a performer, his skills are purely that of observation. Back in the day I'm sure Tara managed to wrangle him into being part of productions though. Catch him painted up like Peeta Mellark as Rock Number 3. He would hate being on stage, but he was her biggest fan so being able to support her moment in the spotlight from right there with her..... 🥺🤧

010. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win?  

Dude's a human bulldozer– he loves a snowball fight. Definitely got in trouble a lot as a kid because of it, probably always jumping out of nowhere initiating things which could go either way depending on who he was flinging the snowballs at. FOR SURE got in the shit for having an icicle sword fight at school one time.

[cc-naruto-s-rank-shinobi]

For my birthday (July 10), I want to talk about why I put Naruto as an option for muses that fit with my vibe (over Sasuke) for my poll from here

The (attention seeking) pranks I do with my Naruto (and Obito) are an extension of myself if I had the courage/time/finances to pull it off and the cleanup after. Like Naruto, I felt like I was behind through school (almost repeated a year) and went through that and life in non standard/traditional way, as in my story would surprise some haha.

I can relate to Naruto/Sasuke growing up, while I still have my family around, I never really found someone (IRL) I could call my brother through friendship, or a close group of friends that stuck around long enough to keep in touch with, so there was a sense of loneliness/isolation with that. Still, I worked hard, continued to put myself out there, and now have groups of online friends that I would be happy to visit one day, just like Naruto/Sasuke with their friend group they grew up with.

I have my derp/dumbass moments like Naruto does, and also the wrong place at the wrong time scenarios, lmao. I love my ramen (which usually has naruto in too), and my cup/instant noodles which I usually have while on holidays. I can be creative like Naruto does with his jutsu, and can be a good teacher when the situation calls for it.

My wife I feel is a mix of Sakura and Hinata, like I am a mix of Naruto/Sasuke. As for (next gen) family, like my version of Naruto (and Sasuke) I know I would find a work/family balance and make it work without neglecting either. Actually, I think I am around Naruto’s age at the start of Boruto Next Gen, so all the more fitting, lmao.

Thanks to @historias-multorum for this writing prompt (which was to write about your fav Naruto character), and for all our interactions/ships over the years, even the recent new ones that got me to >> << lmao.

[nirikeehan]

OOOH, these are all so good! What is 'Thorny' about? I'm curious!

Thank you for asking, Musetta! @theluckywizard is also curious about this one!

So I confess this one is mostly vibes at the moment.

The prompt asked for some love triangle drama with the dialogue prompt "You're as thorny as the wood." Cue me thinking about weird hedge mazes made of thorn bushes??? And the Inquisition is on a PR tour visiting a village where this famous hedge is??? Funnily enough, I thought about setting it in the Free Marches near the Planascene Forest, and there is some canon codex stuff about weird magic hedges there, so that fits!

Anyway I wanted Cullen to get jealous of the fact that Blackwall is still hanging around on this PR tour and Thalia can comment, "You're as thorny as the wood." Get it? lmao. I'll be there all week.

But okay. I was also trying to find something for "black eye" for the Bad Things Happen Bingo. I actually got two prompts for this one, one for Thalia/Cullen and one for just Thalia. So I was thinking, I can sort of easily imagine Cullen getting in some sort of brawl and taking one to the eye because I high key hc that he is always DTF (down to fight). It's the hyper-vigilance. So hard mode would be Thalia getting sucker punched in the face. Because as a reminder, she is a teeny little mage with noodle arms and a face like this:

Like, who would want to give her a black eye? It'd be like punching a baby.

So I'm thinking: they're visiting this town, maybe there's a harvest festival going on. An excuse for people to be out and about. The thorny hedge maze is one of the attractions. Some disgruntled citizen comes up out of nowhere and punches Thalia in the face because - IDK, the Inquisition failed to save his family from Red Templars or something. He's on a vendetta. So then it becomes a competition between Cullen and Blackwall to defend Thalia's honor and track down this knave (probably through the thorny hedge maze, who am I kidding). Shenanigans ensue.

Yes, most of my ideas are this half-baked before I start writing them, lmao. Thank you for asking!!

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