#drea darling

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

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PRONOUNS︰ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[izzy2210]

Shapeless You Look The Best

based on this amazing fucking art from @watercubebee (i love you and your art <3)

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Read it on AO3

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Hob is laying in something soft, too soft to be pillows, or a duvet. It feels silky on his skin, and he thinks it might be pink, but he didn’t pay attention to it when Dream threw him on it, crawling over him. 

He’s wearing what Dream called ‘the fairest lingerie for the fairest man’, a pink body with black lace details. Dream is running his fingers over it now, the edges of his form blurring in anticipation. His breathing is heavy in Hob’s ear, barely human, almost animalistic. His fingers pass Hob’s chest, and move to his waist, then down more, until his hand is firmly on Hob’s ass. “Beautiful, my love.” He purrs, and wraps his other hand around Hob’s throat. His breath falters, his eyes water, and a small smile pulls at his lips when he spots the expression on Dream’s face, the sheer focus of trying to contain his shape. 

“You don’t have to, duck,” Hob says, nuzzling the inside of Dream’s wrist, “Not for me you don’t.” 

Dream just sighs, and with that, the shape he had for so long fades, replaced with something that could be black fog, dark mist, but it’s solid, and it’s still pressing around Hob’s throat. It’s still in a humanlike shape, and his ‘hand’ slides down Hob’s back, the tendrils that may be fingers or may be something entirely else separate his cheeks. Hob’s mouth falls open, a small string of drool dripping down his chin. Dream pushes his ass up, and pulls his head closer, almost growling “You bend under my fingers so nicely, my love. So good for me today.”

Hob just whimpers, pushing his ass back, and before he knows it, his lingerie is pushed up, Dream’s dripping fingers are in his ass, and those tendrils move around so nicely.. Dream buries his head on Hob’s neck, and he hears a wet sound, a huge tongue coming out of his mouth, licking his cheek, making him whine, needy for more. 

“Please~ Please, Dream.. Pleas-” He stops begging abruptly when Dream pushes his face into the softness, his somehow still present cock pushing against Hob’s hole, Dream’s form looming over, almost wrapping around him. Hob’s tears finally fall, but they’re tears of joy, of ecstasy when Dream finally pushes in, thrusting him deeper into the gentleness that is the surface under him, which he couldn’t care less about now. 

“Ah, ah, ah~ Please, god, ah..” He moans and whines, and Dream just laughs, speeding up, the fog now almost filling the room. If Hob could open his eyes now, he’d see that there are thunderclouds in the mist, and with every thrust a lightning bolt strikes. Red stripes seep into his form for a moment when Hob clenches his ass, and he groans, the walls thundering. 

Hob weeps, snot and tears running down face, he’s the prettiest he’s ever been, Dream thinks. Right here, falling apart under his claws, he’s the prettiest. He’s the prettiest when he digs his nails in what would be Dream’s thighs, throwing his head back for Dream to bury his face in his neck. He’s so pretty when he comes, whining and sighing. 

He falls back against Dream, who wraps strings of mist around Hob’s biceps, his chest, his thighs. He moves him up and down, Hob barely able to make a sound anymore, overstimulated. He moves his hand to Dream’s cock, and strokes it while he’s clenching his hole, the other seeking support on what would be dream’s shoulder. “Mmhh..” Hob shudders, “That’s good..” He praises, and Hob sniffles, a huge smile on his face. After a particularly big lighting bolt, Dream comes as well, filling Hob up so nicely, groaning as he does so, thunder roaring. 

A few of his tendrils stroke Hob’s cheek, wiping away the tears when he lays him back down on the bed. Hob pants, Dream’s spent leaking out of his abused hole. “I..” He tries, but Dream shushes him. “Rest, my darling.” His shape stirs, and the fog collects, until he resembles something vaguely human again. “Lie with me for a while?” Hob asks, and Dream grins, although he doesn’t have a mouth to do it with. "With pleasure, my love." His form lays down next to Hob, tucking him in and stroking his hair. “With pleasure.”

[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟏

zara tlatilpa goes mama bear mode, but jaime figures that it's for the best.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: honestly, mama bear zara has my heart <3 disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: muy bien entonces, criatura terca - alright then, strange creature mijo, ¿a dónde vas? - darling, where are you going? èl se fue a verla de nuevo, ¡le gusta! - he's going to see her again, he likes her! No es nada, nana - it's nothing, nana ¡deberías llevarla a una cita y mostrarle el amuleto de Reyes! - you should take her on a date and show her the Reyes charm! ¿Lo entiendes? - do you understand? y recuerda, compórtate bien - and remember, behave yourself ¡sin travesuras! - no shenanigans! todavía soy demasiado joven para ser abuela - i'm too young to be a grandmother ese es un buen chico - that's a good kid

A thump rang throughout his chest as Jaime did a double take at the message, his face heating up.

“Hey, Khaji, just to make sure, I’m not seeing things, right?” He muttered, pushing the hair out of his squinted eyes, re-reading the message repeatedly.

“Jaime, your vision is excellent. Alejandra has invited you to her place since her pet wants to meet you.”

“Why do you call her Alejandra? I’m pretty sure she’d be okay with you using her nickname,” Jaime shrugged, pushing himself out of bed as he suddenly felt conscious of what he was wearing.

“If her name is Alejandra, I shall address her as so, I have no emotional attachment to her,” Khaji-Da responded plainly, Jaime rolling his eyes.

“Could you at least try? It’s so weird not hearing her being called by her nickname.”

“Not likely.”

“Muy bien entonces, criatura terca,” Jaime muttered under his breath, pocketing his phone as he pushed his room door open, now wearing a baggy set of jeans, his navy blue shirt beneath a light blue and white, short-sleeved flannel.

“Jaime,” Bianca Reyes beamed, looking up from the paper in her hands as she spotted her son emerge from his room, glad to see him going places instead of being cooped up in his little room, despite him only coming out for breakfast this morning.

Noticing her son dressed up to go out, her brow furrowed, placing her pen down for the shortest moment as Jaime hummed back at her, leaning his weight against the back of a nearby chair.

“Mijo, ¿a dónde vas? I thought you didn’t have anything planned?” She tilted her head to look up at her son, Jaime walking closer to her to place a little peck on the top of his mother’s head.

“I won’t be far, Mamá. I’m heading over to Drea’s, she’s invited me over.”

“Él se fue a verla de nuevo, ¡le gusta!” Nana called out from the living room’s couch, Jaime’s eyes rolling lightheartedly.

“No es nada, Nana,” Jaime sighed with a smile, used to the teasing. “She’s just a good friend, I guess.”

“She’s got a point, Cabrón,” Rudy smirked, the front door of the single-storey house thudding closed behind him.

“You have been hanging around her quite a bit. ¡Deberías llevarla a una cita y mostrarle el amuleto de Reyes!”

Hearing that caused Jaime to flush a bright red, Rudy letting out a boisterous laugh at his nephew’s reaction, walking over to the young man and landing a heavy back slap on Jaime, the young Mexican hero wincing slightly.

“Okay, okay,” Bianca sighed with a smile. “Let’s leave him be, go on your little hang out. Dinner’s at six-thirty, no negotiations. ¿Lo entiendes?” 

“Sí, Mamá,” He sighed, letting his mother affectionately pat his cheek.

She smiled up at him softly, before her forefinger and thumb pinched Jaime’s cheek tugging gently as her son complained at the discomfort despite being twenty-two.

“Y recuerda, compórtate bien. ¡Sin travesuras! Todavía soy demasiado joven para ser abuela,” She lectured, Jaime’s hand wrapped around hers to try and pull her hand away, the rest of the Mexican family laughing at their antics.

With a final tug, Bianca released her son’s cheek, Jaime sighing as he put on his sneakers, and walked right out of the door with a warm smile, realising that he could never find it in himself to dislike their affectionate teasing.

Sauntering over to his neighbour’s house, he glanced behind him, feeling eyes trained on the back of his head. Turning the slightest, Jaime noticed the way the curtains of his kitchen’s windows shifted ever so slightly, and a chuckle escaped his lips, realising his family’s gaze wouldn’t leave him anytime soon.

Finally, his feet halted, realising that he stood in front of his neighbour’s lawn, and for some reason, he suddenly felt nervous. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, his fingers fiddled with the threads. A new nervous habit, he noted, taking in a final deep breath as he marched on to her front door.

Deep in his mind he could hear Rudy’s slight sigh of disappointment, muttering something along the lines of, “Ay, ay, ay…"

Now face-to-face with the mahogany door of the Tlatilpas, Jaime lifted his fist, knuckles hovering over the dark wood before leaning his head back, mustering up all of his courage to knock on the door. 

The knocks echoed throughout the area, and for a brief moment, everything stilled. And then the door jolted open, revealing a woman who towered over him behind a patterned, iron grill gate.

Her short, dyed hair was parted at the right of her scalp, a tattoo visible on her upper right arm – it’s pattern almost resembling one of Drea’s golden arm cuffs of her hero costume. 

The red spaghetti top she wore exposed her lean physique and a baggy pair of white shorts wrapped around her hips, but her muscles were still visible as she tilted her head, and Jaime just felt the slightest bit intimidated. 

That was until she let out a large smile, hands rushing to unlock the extra form of protection before finally opening it successfully. She tugged at the gate - with an almost unnecessary amount of force, Jaime might add - before opening her arms wide.

“And you must be Jaime Reyes! Milagro’s brother, right?” She asked eagerly, her voice rich and warm. Jaime could suddenly tell which parent Drea got her constant stream of energy from.

“Sí, Mrs Tlatilpa,” He smiled nervously, eyes snapping open as she pulled him into a deep, bear hug. 

“Ah, I have so much to thank you and your sister for! My little Spark doesn’t make friends easily, and it’s so good to hear that she trusts you both with her life! It’s so nice seeing her happy again.”

“O-Oh?” Jaime wheezed slightly with a wince before being released from her constrictive grip. “I, uh, I’m honoured, Ma’am.”

“Please, Tiá Zara would do just fine,” She beamed. “I’ll go call Drea, you go make yourself comfortable!”

She scooted slightly, letting Jaime through, and he could hear the thud of iron from behind him as she locked the gate again, but as he glanced around, Jaime looked in awe at the cosy little living room around him.

Pictures of the family of three were present on almost every wall, a few black and white pictures framed up alongside them, but not as meticulously kept, as dust gathered on the glass frame protecting the almost faded image.

The green of the potted plants stood out against the vermilion-painted walls, a comfy-looking beige couch resting against the wall as a plush and fuzzy persian carpet rested underneath the glass and teak-framed coffee-table, the television across it reflecting his image in the darkness. A pile of hard-cover books rested above it, for anyone who was interested to take a peak.

Walking around the room, Jaime took a little peak at everything, though his intuitive eye lingered longer on any image he assumed was Drea’s a little longer than expected. A smile was soon plastered on his face at the sight of an energetic little girl standing on a chair, her wide smile missing two-front teeth as a large cake was placed before her.

Her dark brown strands were barely tamed, giving the young girl a wild look, but the tiny crown that sat on her head and her upright posture made her almost seem regal at a glance.

Quickly, he pulled his phone out, snapping a shot of the image before his phone disappeared into the darkness of his pocket. Once in a while, a few embarrassing photos would be nice as ‘blackmail’.

“I see you found her fifth birthday picture,” Zara grinned, watching Jaime with crossed arms. “Yeah, that one was too cute not to hang up. She still insists I take it down, but we both know that it’s never going to happen.”

Zara then approached the younger male, seating herself on the coach as Jaime turned to look at more of the pictures. He brushed over the faded family photos, almost recognising one of the younger girls as Aunt Anika before moving onto the next one, deciding not to pry.

“Jaime, I’d like a word with you,” Zara began, her warm tone turning strict and reserved. “It’s regarding Drea.”

Instantly, he turned around, a furrow in his brow. He watched as the older woman stood up on her feet, walking closer to the male as her hands heavily landed on his shoulders.

“Now, I know that my daughter has trusted you with information that wasn’t your right to know, but she trusted it with you anyways. And she’s had a tough time finding the people to choose to be her friends, you’re lucky to be one of them,” She spoke, looking Jaime dead in the eye.

“However, though I may like you for keeping silent so far, if a word ever slips past your lips, and it ever puts her at risk? I can’t guarantee that you will be friends for much longer,” The look in her eyes turned almost sad, almost guilty for threatening her daughter’s friendships.

“You must understand, I do this because I love her, and I won’t stand idly aside if anything bad ever happens to her. Do you get me?”

He watched as she practically begged him with her eyes, his throat going dry as he nodded, knowing that if his own family’s safety was compromised, he’d do anything to make sure they’d be safe. And with the look Drea’s mother gave him, he felt the urge to protect Drea with the same amount of care too. 

‘I do, Tiá, more than you know,” A determined look rested on his face as Zara let out a smile of relief, her hand patting his shoulders in a proud manner.

“Ese es un buen chico.”

And so she turned around, ready to continue with whatever she was doing before he had arrived, her fingers lightly brushing on the walls before she came to a halt, turning her head to face Jaime one last time before she took her leave.

“Oh, and one last piece of advice, from one hero to another, maybe find a better spot to transform behind the garbage skips. It’s more visible than you think.”

And so she left, Jaime’s jaw slacking before he shook his head, hand darting to scratch the scalp of his head in embarrassment at the advice. Part of him wanted to beg Zara not to tell anyone, to keep his secret to herself, but realising that there was no malice in her tone, just the pure willingness to help the boy, he relaxed.

But only the slightest.

However, a smile broke out on his face once more as he spotted a familiar friend come into view, rushing after a little brown blur of fur.

“Oh, hey, Jaime!”

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[ask-pokeprofvoid]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Vivianne and Andrea,

Hello my girls. I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, especially after Queenie had her pups! I hope they’re all doing well, you’ll have to tell me their names when I get back.

I’m splitting this letter into two parts, Drea darling your part is first, and then Dewdrop.

Drea: Hello sweet girl, how are Blue and Whisky doing? Before I left, I bought some more bathing sand for Blue. I was thinking we could get sort of a sand-box situation out back, so that Blue and Whisky could bathe without making as much of a sandy mess in the bathroom haha.

I’ve attached a few pictures of rock types I’ve spotted in Sinnoh that I thought may bring you some joy. Mostly it’s Bonsly and Sudowoodo. If you think you’re ready for a third, Bonsly are very simply pokemon to take care of, and very loving little chaps. I could always adopt one for you while I’m here.

Also, I’m bringing you home just an absolute load of Poffins. I never quite mastered making them myself, but if you like these ones, I will make a new effort in learning how to make them properly. I know you love your pokeblocks, but they aren’t…particularly made for human consumption. However!! Poffins are the Sinnohian equivalent of pokeblocks, and due to the way they are made they are also edible for humans. I begrudgingly ate a pokeblock so that I could compare the texture and flavor to a poffin, and the flavors are quite similar, although the texture of a poffin is much more fluffy than crunchy, although I would suppose it would depend on how long you baked them…

I’ve gotten off track! I hope you’re still having a good time with your schooling, you’re almost done! Just a few more weeks and we can take our break for summer, yeah? I believe in you, and I think that you’re doing great!

Vivianne: Hello love. Once again, so so sorry I left on such short notice, I was really hoping the Walrein thing would resolve itself, but we know life is never that simple. In the middle of wedding preparations as well, ugh.

Returning to our conversation before we left, how many ring bearers and flower children are we realistically allowed to have? Because I agree on Sprite being the ring bearer, I think it would really appreciate that, and Andrea as the flower girl. But also there’s Bird, and possibly Kittsu, and maybe Beedrill, but I feel as if he would not care as much. My vote is on Sprite and Kittsu as ringbearers, and Andrea and Bird as flower girls. But of course, your input is important to me, and I’m sure Vio would love to be part of the ring/flower children as well.

I do think it would be nice to have a more traditional Crowen wedding :) I was never particularly attached to the Hisuian/Sinnohian wedding traditions anyway. I was doing some research and I thought that the Crowen Handfasting wedding tradition was particularly sweet, and I would like to have that as part of the wedding.

I hope everything is well while I am gone, and that everyone stays in good health. I am amassing sweets and trinkets for everyone when I come back haha.

All my love for you two,

Your Starlight."

[A few photos are attached. Most of them look to be of bonsly and sudowoodo, although there is a photo of a Shieldon.]

[Theres a image of All of Queenie's karps, along with many photos of The mons] Hi Opie! School has been super fun! One of the teachers helped me learn new names for you like Zeze and Nini! So I am being more nice! :D one of my teachers is like you too! They decorated their wheelchair with loads of stickers and have a very pretty Reuniclus that helps push her around when her arms are tired! Like you and the mons!!

I made a few friends along with friends outside the special program! they sit with me during lunch and they are really really nice! One of them has a huuuuge dragonite and the other one has loads of Omastar! They all make sure nobody picks on me :D

I might try the poffins but I still really like the pokeblocks, Nana started making safer ones for me and they are like little hard chalk-y candies instead! so im no longer eating the bad ones even if I reallllly want to eat them!

ok, mam wants to write to you now! Love you Opie!

Hello Starlight, Don't feel so bad for leaving, Emergencies can pop up out of nowhere. All that matters is that everyone is safe :) I have been putting some money on the side still for Sprite and Andrea's futures (i'm writing this while they are out!) I know they wont need the money for a *very* long time but I want to make sure that they can still have money there if they need it.

The babies are quite chunky but uh, they mainly get that from their dad. still cannot believe that someone offered to breed their Crowen Gyarados with Queenie to try and get more genetics into the bloodline! they are finally developing their first bristles and I am so happy.

Also I would love to do the handfasting tradition! My mother still have photos of her grandparents doing the tradition! I still can't believe that you went all the way to get those books for the wedding, Starlight. I truly am a lucky woman.

...

on a serious note I have been having nightmares, its hard to remember how they go but im sure it's just because I got so used to knowing you were in the home too. I can't wait till you get home! Liam has missed pestering you and your team for sure :)

Keep safe Starlight, Me and Andrea love you more than words can describe.

-Vivianne (your Dewdrop) and Andrea

[lumiereandcogsworth]

What are your headcanons for Adam as a father?

i am SO sorry to have taken so long to answer this. it’s only because this is like my favorite topic in the world and therefore i don’t even know where to begin. that being said, here’s some beloved headcanons of my boy being a papa:

he had never held a baby before his own first daughter. which meant it was a terribly nerve-wracking experience, but the whole day was the most anxiety-filled he’s ever been anyway, so by the time that baby got into his arms, all he really felt was complete and utter relief.

he’s a very cautious father. unlike his free-spirited wife, he can’t help but worry about the children all the time. he just never expected to have such care in his heart, such precious miracles in his life, he can’t fathom the thought of something happening to them.

he nicknames his family members a lot (belle is very regularly called “darling” by him) but each of the children have their own nicknames too. renée is “macaron”, juliette is “dearest”, and maurice is “son”. he does, of course, call them all sorts of names, including darling, angel, sweetheart, and so on.

adam is quite the night owl, so he is often awake when his newest infant is crying in the wee hours. often they need to be fed, so belle tends to them, but if it’s only a cry for attention, adam takes them in his arms and does his very best to sooth the child back to sleep. he’ll sit in the rocking chair and send them off to dreamland in no time. sometimes he hums songs that belle sings, or even lullabies that his mother used to offer him. it always breaks and mends his heart all at once.

he’s just… so gentle. so gentle and kind, as he’s always been since belle came into his life. he’s so soft and quiet with his little ones. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he tries. tries to listen. tries to be as present as possible. tries as hard as he possibly can to ensure that they are never once frightened of him. and, of course, they never are.

he likes petting/fixing his children’s hair a lot. physical touch is his love language and that’s often how he shows his affection toward them. they’ll be standing at his side and he’ll absentmindedly pet their hair and they are quite soothed by it without noticing, until he stops and they grab his hand and put it back on their head.

the first time he took renée riding on a horse with him, she was four years old. she had been begging to ride a horse since she knew how to speak, but adam had been resisting for safety reasons. he wasn’t even completely comfortable with her being four, but belle insisted she’d be perfectly safe with his arm around her and them riding slowly enough. and she was, and she giggled excitedly the whole time, and adam couldn’t help but smile.

the children loved to nap with him when they were little. they’d nap with belle too, sometimes, but with papa it was different. those naps were longer and warmer. everyone just feels so safe in adam’s arms… and adam loves having a family to protect.

adam just loves to listen to them. he’s gotten good practice from falling in love with belle’s storytelling, so when their children are just as excited to ramble their little tales, adam can only love his family all the more.

even as his children get older, and adam understands them less and less, he is always a very adored papa. there’s confusion and misunderstanding, but there’s always, always love. the moment adam knew he was to become a father, he vowed that there would never be anything but love within those castle walls. no child would ever run in fear, unless a storm was raging outside. in which case, adam and belle’s safe and warm bed would always be there for the little ones to climb into for refuge.

ultimately, he’s just so proud of them. he’s so honored to be their father. it takes him a long time to settle into this second chance at life. even after he marries belle, even after their first, second, and third child is born, it all still feels like a dream to him. his life as a king and husband and father is not without frustrations, qualms, and annoyances, but it is still such a wonderful life that he’s been given. and he never once takes it for granted.

[lou-wilham]

And that’s it. That’s the end.

I just finished uploading the final file of the final book in the first big series I ever wrote…

I’ve been working on The Clockwork Chronicles since 2018. I got the idea while I was visiting @tiss.writes for my 30th birthday and started writing it almost as soon as it hit me. It was my first full length novel, my first full length series and it was a big freaking deal to me.

5 years later what was supposed to be a trilogy turned into 4 books and it’s now finished, uploaded, and ready to be delivered to you, dear reader, on July 26.

To say this is bittersweet is an understatement.

While I was working on this last book, I just wanted it finished. Wanted to get it off my plate so I could move on to something new and shiny.

But now that it is?

Well. Saying goodbye to the crew of The Defiant Duchess is hard. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little hollow, a little sad, now that it’s over.

So cheers to the characters that got me started. To Persinette’s big heart. To Manu’s liveliness. To Agnes’s excellent cravats. To Sully’s determination. To Rose’s clever mind. To Kindle’s ability to change. To Chirp’s search to find themselves. To Brend’s longing to learn. And to all the side characters: Benard, Owen, Felicity, Drea, Hiccup, Stella, Alys, Hatter and dear, darling Tobias.

And cheers to you, dear reader for joining them, and me, on this journey.

I can’t wait to see what the next 5 years brings.

[lavenderrpages]

@goxinsane asked. // 🌞 my muse’s aesthetic for your darling drew 🥰

Andrea 'drea' Powell. 💙

the epitome of 'cozy' it seems.

[revistaalmiar]

Drea García: «Madre de Petunias»

Andrea García Martín es graduada en Bellas Artes y lleva pintando y escribiendo de manera constante desde los quince años; actualmente se dedica al modelaje para darle visibilidad a la asimetría mamaria y a los cuerpos no estandarizados. (Entrevista por María Torres).

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🔁

forgive me for going a bit insane here, I'm putting it below the cut because it got very out of hand! (this is also definitely not an exclusive list just the ones that came to mind!)

Send me a 🔁 and I’ll list one or more crossovers between our ocs that I’d be interested in talking about

Roni Tanner:

Mercy Bowen

Mia Queen

Piper Pan:

Finley Rider

Isadora Darling

Nerissa

Winnie Pan

Violet Kingsleigh

Terry Bell:

Nerissa

Winnie Pan

Rose Smythe:

Annika Webster

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Bobbi LaCosta:

Jane Forester

Lucas Gilmore

Charlotte Howard-Danes

Eleanor Doose

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

The Band (Matt King, Tommy Gilmore, Luca to-be-renamed Bloom, Livi Ruiz, Esme Gerard, Skye Bloom)

Sam Gleason

Carli Tanner:

Ophelia Wayne

Isolde Kean

(Plus other general batman & batman 2022 ocs who could be modified to fit gotham!)

Lila Lupin:

Adriana Flores

Gemini Black

Jessica Stevens

Holly Evans

Athena Prewett:

Bobbie Fortescue

Emerald Evans

Lyarra Vance

Nineve Weasley

Phoenix Dumbledore

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Stella Knight:

Atalanta Jackson

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Delia

Lila

Melody Weiss

Gwen Macintosh:

Brandy Hayes

Sherry Unwin

Xenia Hart

Kris Smythe:

Imogen Allen

Sadie Maddox

Roni Stark:

Alessia Stark

Adelaide Stark

Adonis Stark

Aris Stark

Athena Stark

Aurora Hansen-Stark

Ava Potts

Brigid

Ezra Barton

Cora & Orion Royce

Tyler Barton

Zora Wright

Will Parker

(there's definitely more but I have too many mcu ocs so i'm trying to chill)

Rikki Lane:

Chloe Grace Routledge

Cody Maybank

Jo Clarke

Alexa Cantwood:

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Elyana Chase

Melody Weiss

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Drea Jones:

Ana Andrews

Charlotte Jones

Delaney Carlyle

Fallon Parris Jones

Harper Harrison

Jett Jones

Kris Keller

Lyra Lovell

Tanya Conway

Sharon Henderson:

Beth Munson

Camila Nelson

Cara Henderson

Rhiannon Ballard

Samantha Mayfield

Sidney Hopper

Stacey Byers

Valerie Rush

Roxy Winchester:

Ainsley Winchester

Deborah Winchester

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Isla George

Nevaeh Murphy

Phoebe Winchester

Trix Stilinski

Cora Hargreeves:

Alice Hargreaves

Andromeda Hargreaves

Audrey Hargreaves

Cassie Hargreaves

Cleo Sullivan

Dahlia Mort

Kamaria Hargreaves

Max Carmichael

Mira Hargreaves

Mireille Labonair

Odessa Hargreaves

Poppy

Sierra Nearing

Vienna Montgomery

Virginia West

Wilhelmina Hargreaves

[writingthy]

10 Jenny Mendoza

warnings: panic attack, family abuse and death mentioned, curses

a/n: This is the last chapter of my one week writing challenge! Thank you for everyone that read my work and to those that supported me all throughout this journey. Hoping to continue more works in this platform and again, Thank Y'all. Also, English isn't my first language but I will try. so if there are any criticisms, free to tell me <3

Chapters: Synopsis ┃ Prev ____________________________________________________

Image courtesy of NSPIRE TV.

“Thank you for… earlier.”

“Miss Soriano, that was nothing. It happens.”

“Still… Sorry if it spoiled my visit, I didn’t expect for things to happen that- that way.”

“We can never know how things happen ‘that way’, we just continue and learn. Darling, you can’t avoid accidents. But remember to always walk forward.”

I coped a chuckle, “Thanks Ma’am Ferrer. I hope to visit again, excluding the panic attack.” My former adviser smiled, waving it off before embracing me goodbye.

I started preparing for my next stop.

Taking a breather before driving, my hands shaking a little as it turned the wheel. I saw the clouds rumble, grey air enveloping the starting rain. It could be a bad omen, unfortunately my mind is clear to end this journey. I pressed forward, clench in my chest, heart beating – in its own, it started a music to surround me.

October 19,

The day that I will see Clara Bernardo again.

The cemetery was quiet, no other visitors than the stone hedged with strangers’ names.

It felt lonely walking across living now deceased. Memories scribbled on a piece of rock for others to remember. What odd concept death can be.

As I continue, I held my phone vibrating, see who would suddenly text me.

It was Andrea.

She visited Ate Annabel and Ate Pia before I decided to returned here.

Her presence solidified my decision.

It was nice reuniting with her after so long.

She looked happier, boasting her boyfriend. Said, they met in college, soon planning to wed. She teased me how lucky she got, guess God has their favorites.

She reminded me to keep her updated when I leave, hoping to see my mother again. She missed mama the most, Drea says she owes her a lot. I nod and replied that she can just pay me, I ended up getting a beat down before Ate Annabel stopped both of our ruckus.

We ended laughing at the floor.

I missed her too.

“Tell Tita Jenny I’ll also visit. Miss her cooking : (  Don’t eat everything.

Patay gutom ka pa naman.”

Chuckling, I liked her message. You could hear her voice behind the screen.

It was annoying, a bit endearing?

She was fucking bipolar like that.

Finally realizing that I already reached her granite gravestone,

I stopped to stare at the written gold frames.

Clara Bernardo October 19, 1999 – December 26, 2015 “Your precious memory will always stay inside our hearts.”

It was covered with baskets of letters and newly placed flowers,

Pink lilies.

I can’t help but smile, “Sorry, Clara. You must hate that.” It was the first thing that came to mind, also the first thing I ever said in front of her grave. A casual banter.

I looked up for a second, thinking she might be listening, knowing how privy she can be.

Pretty sure she’ll laugh at it, we both have the same humor.

In the middle of all the decorations there’s a piece of manila paper,

It looked decayed, worn.

It was familiar.

I stepped closer…

Two old daylilies greet me.

They also survived the passage of time.

Yet no green, all brown.

They look like they been through some shit.

Kind of like me.

I slowly sat in the grass,

Pulling something out from my coat’s pockets.

It was her letter.

I tried giving it to her the year that Andrea left our house,

Forcing myself the closure.

I was still a wreck back then,

The moment I read her name, my heart started palpitating.

I felt my knees weaken, I almost fall out of consciousness.

I had a panic attack before I even stepped near her.

Learning my mistake, I came back the next year.

Now without the letter.

I did however bring something else,

Embracing it tightly, as if unaccepting of letting it go.

I place the two daylilies she last gave inside a manila paper.

It wasn’t the prettiest anymore.

But it shone its hazel petals.

I took care of it until that moment.

Despite the many times I cried when it passed by my sight.

Its simple smell making me tear up.

I was the ballistic one in our relationship, me and the daylilies.

That day I decided to try, just one step.

Letting them go before I go to college. It was hard, I remembered I just stood there in silence for about 10 minutes. Contemplating everything.

Eventually, a wind flew by me, waking my thoughts up. I’m not a superstitious person, but I liked to believe that was my girl trying to hurry me up.

So, I did.

Now, the same flowers laid in front of me.

Nothing, no one else.

Just me and them.

Everything flashed as I started recollecting reasons to why I returned here.

My name.

My house.

That school.

My childhood.

My family.

Bougainvilleas.

Daylilies.

Her.

It led up to her.

All led up to her.

Always, her.

Clara Bernardo was a part of me that may never be erased.

She marked herself permanent.

She was the first and last thing I see.

… What do I see now?

Me. Her.

Everything else between us.

Slowly and slowly her face faded, and all that is left is a stone.

For so long, I was blind that she was finally gone.

The mere thought of her presence was the thing comforting me.

I was never healed, it still hurts every time I remember her.

But I learned to stop myself from crying each sleepless night.

Just incomplete thoughts.

The thoughts not even about her but what she left.

Me.

She told me to aspire,

A good person.

A future I deserve.

I did.

Physically.

My head still restless.

Is this what she wants?

I don’t know… I could never know…

She’s not here anymore.

Maybe all that I really see is me and me only.

Alone.

But I don’t want to be alone.

I don’t want to be alone anymore.

I want someone to reach out for me,

But… I don’t want to extend my hand for anyone…

Who deserves how broken I am?

I closed my eyes,

I promised not to cry today.

In my life,

Who really stayed?

After seeing all my flaws and shit.

Clara?

She’s not here.

So, who?

Who was there…

Oh.

There was one person.

Her.

Opening my eyes,

I smiled at Clara.

I saw her smiling back.

Maybe she was with me the whole time and is patiently waiting for me realize it.

“Must have been annoying to watch me, huh?”

I could see her pout and nod.

Her hazel eyes softly gazing to mine.

She was holding the bougainvilleas she treasured the most.

There were always the bougainvillea…

Even back then…

I solemnly stared,

Manila paper blown by the rapid win.

It was going to rain.

I felt my eyes tear up.

Spontaneous, Kian.

Wiping it slowly,

I stared back at Clara.

She wasn’t there anymore.

Just the daylilies.

At that moment…     

Watching the drylilies fade away I realized,

Clara Bernardo was the reason on why I returned.

But only now do I have the reason on why I should stay.

The End.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

hiiii drea how are you my darling ? how’s your week so far ?

would you mind helping a fellow girlie out ? for uni we’ve been put into groups for games and we need to find a name of said groups. the theme this year is video games sooooo i was wondering if you had any funny (and 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 - that’s also very important) puns with video games names ? I’m out here losing my neurons on this so I thought I’d ask bc you’re one of the funniest people I know from here !!

love you 😚😚😚

hello my love 😚😚 it’s been a long week but it’s finally over EVERYONE CHEER

also that sounds so fun omg!! I feel like this answer is pretty obvious but Super Smash Bros seems like an adequate name, ticks all the boxes LMAO ���� or One Night at Freddy’s

also pls you’re such a sweetheart, love you sm 😚😚😚😚😚

[tgyverse]

amelia bones, scarlett travers, bertha jorkins y jane darling se encontrarán ausentes hasta el día 2 de junio. drea, ¡te estaremos esperando!

[viewmim]

ABOUT ME

logan ★ 20s ★ queer ★ nonbinary ★ he/they ★ brown latine

louie sun. darling moon. kenfolk rising.

multifandom.

occasional gifmaker.

known yapper and serial url changer.

zouis enthusiast.

main interests are rock music, space and the color purple.

rpf enjoyer.

FAVORITES

music: louis tomlinson. rachel chinouriri. kendrick lamar. alemeda. blackswan. katseye. zayn malik. one direction. jade thirlwall. darumas. debii dawson. the last dinner party. samia. olivia rodrigo. the aces. honey revenge. soyoon. towa bird. pacifica. manumi. leigh anne pinnock. normani. chappell roan. the academic. idkhow. selena quintanilla. cat burns. lauren jauregui. beabadoobee. snarls. pale waves. muna. meet me @ the altar. natalia lafourcade. the snuts. ryan ross. arctic monkeys. nova twins. hozier. muna. blur. gorillaz.

media: thai gls/bls. sanders sides. vampire media. yellowjackets. star trek. i saw the tv glow. julie and the phantoms. skamverse. it 2017/2019. do revenge. the walking dead game. your monster.

characters: kieu my vu. laura franco. aylin keuaahree. clementine (twdg). robert sugden. victoria sugden. anaïs davis. maya etienne. roman sanders. virgil sanders. felice ehrencrona. aioon ingsamak. pa jindapat. pat jindapat. ray pakorn. maya etienne. kat edison. evie alexander. aster flores. ellie chu. sana bakkoush. kali prasad. nancy wheeler. mj sevilla. bill potts. sam anuntrakul. misty quigley. akilah. donna noble. martha jones. nancy gillian. nyota uhura. james kirk. pat jindapat. richie tozier. ray pakorn. simon haynes. calliope burns. elena alvarez. deena johnson. drea torres. tony stark.

ships: kieutou. ayluna. anobbie. robron. monsam. spirk. tpura. violetine. yousana. ronance. kalancy. prinxiety. moceit. intrulogical. inkpa. calliette. ellister. reddie. stozier. samdeena. dreleanor. akilahmari. lottienat. mistynat. lottiemari. sydlena. patpran. rhaenicent. zimon. oonmay.

people: view benyapa. freen sarocha. adria arjona. laura harrier. esther oruche. jude bellingham. manon bannerman. lara rajagopalan. fatou samba. sriya lenka. rachel zegler. nathalie emmanuel. herizen guardiola. savannah smith.

misc: women. astronomy. education. astrology. platypuses. beluga whales. cats. purple. football (soccer). plushies. indie/pop/punk/alternative rock. rap and hiphop. vampires. thai gls. wlw media.

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[ask-pokeprofvoid]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

“Dear Dewdrop and Drea,

I am so so sorry for my lack of a letter on Tuesday. Things are really staring to kick up at the sanctuary and I simply did not have the time. So today you are getting a Thursday letter instead of a Friday letter to try and make up for it.

It seems that we have resolved the Walrein issue. Unfortunately, it seems that the only Walrein that the pod will accept as their leader is…Wallace. It’s going to break my heart to see him go, but it’s for the best for both him and the pod.

Drea: Hi darling. Of course I can help you with the service mon stuff when I get home, it would be my pleasure. It can be a bit nerve wracking, but you’re being very brave asking me about it and I promise I will train you up the best and most gentle service mon. I see Ingo and Emmet are visiting! A shame that I missed them, they are excellent battlers and I would have loved to have a mock battle against them. Another time. I’m sure they will train up your Larvitar to be wonderful and strong! It’s lovely to see Liam and Dune getting on well.

Viv: Hello dewdrop :) Augh I’m missing you so much. My futon is lonely without you in it. I would say cold but it turns out Bird is quite clingy at bed time haha. I got an idol commissioned for you, a carved on of a crowen gyarados. And one for Drea of a sudowoodo but that’s a surprise. It’ll be ready next week. Ah. Speaking of. It’s going to take me a bit longer to get home. Skie got it in xer head that while I’m here I should do an interview on the main Sanctuary account, so it seems that’s what I’ll be busy with next week. But I’ll be on my way home as soon as that’s all done. Lovely to hear that Queenie and the babies are doing well. How is Dreamie? I’m missing seeing her little face in the tank by my bed every morning, lovely little girl.

I love you both bunches and bunches!

-Your Starlight and Birdie”

[ There's photos like always; The babies seem more round and have their bristles now, looking like small pom poms while one dramatic photo labeled as 'Mr.Mischeif' shows a feisty lil bab using Bounce on a toy. There are several photos of Dreamie too, mainly with her sleeping on things or chasing a small ball toy around her tank.] Hi Opie! That sounds super nice! Uncle Ingo taught me about batles Battles and types! All the mons are super duper cuddly this week for some reason but Miss Viv only smiles sadly when I ask why :( Maybe they are cold? I might have to bring them my blankets!

Alots A lot of things happened at school too! My teachers are now letting me write with a pen and they say i'm learning very fast! Plus!! Miss Viv said she's getting me a therie past! I don't know what that is but she says that they will help me get better and to be prepared if they ask sad questions because they want to help me get better!! We cannot wait for you to get back home all the Pokémon miss you loads! [Theres another piece of tape that has many little Eevees on it, Seemingly as another border for the letter.] Hello Starlight, It is lonely without you. I swear im used to the smell of you baking in the kitchen haha. Had to get out the old Crown cook book to make some stuff, My mum sent over some recipies to make when you get back.

Take as much time as you need pumpkin, I admit some really weird things have been happening and Xena of all Mons is really on edge. Might need to take her out of the house to relax a bit the poor thing...But, don't worry. I am sure it's just one of those months where odd things happen.

I guess ill need to set up a new shelf for all the trinkets you bring back home, huh? Dreamie is missing you, I swear as soon as you left she started making little hissing noises; most likely doesnt understand where you went but I assure you shes getting alot of love along with all the other mons. Had to hide this photo but I thought you would love it Starlight. I love you and please keep safe. -your Dewdrop [Theres a sneekily hidden photo of all the mons in a cuddle pile; Andrea is cuddled up with them too having dragged all her blankets downstairs to nap with them all]

[dine-on-darling]

Wanted to compare the heights of Darling and my pred ocs

For reference: Darling is 4′9

Iona is 6′3

Tsubame is 6′0 (base height)

Drea is 5′6

Mavra is 6′6

Elwyn is 7′6 (base height, human)

Delaney is 10′0

Roan is 7′9 (base height, and technically his tail is over twice as long as he is so he’s more like 16 feet or so long, but this is like how big his human part is compared to Darling and how tall he typically stands up on his tail)

Sigihild is 23′

Dagmar is 29′

Prue is 19′ (she’s actually small for her kind)

Bo is the fucking apex predator at a whopping 46 feet long

For the size shifters (the one’s that say “base height” next to them) I haven’t decided what the exact limitation on their size shifting is. Not as tall as Bo, but taller than Dagmar?  

[drea-darling]

I was doing the circle thing for a bit, but I've decided it's been a proper pain in the butt, and it's made engagement go down! (??? nuts hey) So please bear with me while I give all my circle tattoo photos a non circle encore :) . Lorikeet & bottlebrush I tattooed for Ellie today! Always makes my day getting to tattoo native flora & fauna. . #lorikeet #bottlebrush #parrot #tattoos #dreadarlingaustralian (at With love tattoo)