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One of these people exists as a form of artificially created life, the other is the unintentional byproduct of one single man's absurdly evil life choices, and neither is the one that you think they are.
#context: the afterlife technically doesn't exist in this au#but the ideosphere does. ghosts and whatnot are just the leftover selfperpetuating concepts of the people they once were. its. weird#fnaf#silverdunesau#gregory fnaf#dr. rabbit fnaf#fnaf ggy#art tag#edit: if u want more elaboration on the lore go to the reblogs. there should be a drunken rant somewhere in there
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Bursts through your front door, out of breath, takes a moment to clear throat before yelling: "BINGQIU RANMA 1/2 AU!!"
#edit: i elaborated in the reblogs!!#no thought head empty no elaboration sorry#will elaborate more later if i remember#but the VIBES#svsss#bingqiu#scum villain self saving system
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Because? BECAUSE WHAT???????

can't a woman make a pseudoincest reference in peace
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i understand when people say that they don’t think jatherine wouldn’t last and obviously the way their relationship ends up is up for interpretation but i can’t imagine anything else than them growing old together and being married and in love because they literally changed each others perceptions of love (“love at first sight’s for suckers / at least it used to be” and etc. vs “til the moment i found you / i thought i knew what love was”)
i think these come from jack struggling with commitment and him not really being able to stay in one place which then in turn seeps into how he views relationships and therefore would struggle with keeping a serious, meaningful relationship with someone, especially in a romantic sense, and katherine not having really experienced unconditional love and support like this in her life. obviously this one is more of an interpretation than canon but given the way her father is, it’s very likely, and after meeting jack she gets to properly learn what love is. through all of the cocky flirting she could see someone who actually cared for her and wanted to spend time with her just for the sake of being around her and it opened her eyes to something new. generally speaking neither of them have experienced a serious romantic relationship like this before, in my eyes, and it will not be perfect and it will be messy but it’s their mess and they love it and they love each other forever and ever.
#newsies#jack kelly#katherine plumber#katherine pulitzer#jatherine#i really hope you guys enjoy my rambles i think about them constantly#i had more things to say but i forgot#so i’ll either edit this post if i remember or add it in a reblog?#anyway#i also mentioned some of this in my original jatherine defence post!#but i’m just elaborating slightly here & adding more things#because i have some more thoughts now. :-)
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When I graduate at the end of this semester you're all going to be absolutely inundated with all the Severance edits I have swimming around in my brain that I currently have neither the time nor the energy to make.
#dylan says things#not to brag but my severance playlist is fucking stacked and I have elaborate edits plotted out for each and every song#and I'll start with girl with one eye no offence to the edit I just reblogged I just have a very specific vision re: Hellyna and that song#plus I'll finally finish my Buffy season 6 No Children edit
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a friend of mine reread homestuck recently, and gave their non-hs ocs god tiers.... which in turn inspired me to try reconsidering the god tiers of mine!
(yeah they're still undead vampires. don't think too hard about it, this was mostly just for fun anyway)
UPDATE: reasons under the cut!
thoughts and reasonings
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MORTEN
moon - PROSPIT
optimistic, mostly
lives in the moment
mostly relies on instinct
doesn't always think things through
creative solutions
not exactly a huge rebel (their mom usually had their back anyway)
aspect - RAGE class - PAGE
a page starts out with a lack of their aspect. they're missing it, repressing it.
as a page of rage, they'd start out not knowing how to truly show anger, they repress it, it's fine it's fine everything is fine - negative emotions always take a backseat.
he's kind of a doormat about things, not really wanting to escalate things further, ever.
this is especially seen with mort's interactions with their uncle, who keeps pulling disagreeable shit while mort just. goes along with it. to avoid conflict.
the challenge for a page of rage is to learn it's okay to get angry, to express their more negative side, to let people know when things aren't okay!! to stop being walked all over!!
to embrace the more monstrous side that's been so pushed aside for a while - it's okay to be a vampire, you're just trying to survive. it's okay to let people know they're wrong. it's okay
why? yeah somehow they got rage on the official quiz. rage and prospit. very odd, but thinking about it, it made some sense. sure, the prospit feels obvious, but rage? took some time to figure that one out. sadly page is the class that suits them the most here. oops
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EINARR
moon - DERSE
very self-aware
can get very rebellious given the chance -- literally lead a rebellion against his sire -- also lead a whole jailbreak -- was literally a pirate at some point
absolutely hides parts of himself and holds himself back a lot
good problem-solver
introvert
usually thinks things through… unless he doesn't.
very powerful ally
has a tendency to cling onto the past
aspect - LIGHT (breath, space) class - MAGE
"One who Understands with Light or Understands Light"
knowledge-seeker. big nerd about everything. u get the vibe
not very concerned with laws and norms
mages are very hands-on with their aspect - einarr has been through a lot already, being as old as he is. most of his knowledge is first-hand experience.
mages have a deep understanding and often suffer from their aspect… being a thousand years old, there's certainly some things he'd rather like to forget. however, his memory is Really Good oops
on the flipside, also really loves knowing a lot of things. he is curious. it's in his nature. he's a knowledge sim
oh, so mages suffer from their aspect? let's see: bright lights hurt his eyes, yes. sunlight hurts him too, yes. he's a vampire so this bullet point about the more literal side of his aspect hurting him is really funny sorry
has suffered from the burden of being seen (target of vampire slayers), and tbh he avoids this like hell these days- constantly hiding, hates unwanted attention. mirrors Void aspect in this case - he often blends in out of necessity but dear lord is it harmful to his mental health
mindreader. easily knows too much. sir-
because of that, can easily tell when someone is lying
a bit superstitious. still believes in the old gods.
extremely hard to sneak up on. he's basically got satellite dishes for ears, He Can Hear You
this classpect can partially be summed up as "the mortifying ordeal of being seen" and that's einarr yeah
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RUNE
moon - DERSE
bit of a pessimist
self aware introvert
finds the world alienating and confusing and mean
hides quite a lot about himself
generally lives in a state of dissatisfaction. either he's not human enough or the world isn't vampire-friendly enough. feels like shit either way
would rebel more if he wasn't too busy being a terrified doormat
rarely lets himself be vulnerable. unless it's someone he really trusts to not use it all against him yknow
aspect - DOOM class - MAID
"those bound to the aspect of Doom are fate's chosen sufferers"
misery loves company and he found that company in his fellow vampires <3
not the advice friend, not a healer, but will let you know you're not alone as his life is shitty too
maids are often treated like lesser, and tbh that describes rune pretty well
"dismissed or pushed around by those they rely on" his family at home i swear
all his life he has been trying so damn hard to just. be accepted by those taking care of him. by following their rules. he's not like other vampires, no! he's not evil!! he's not a bad guy! just as human as anyone else!
and he'd also just love to stop being excluded from literally everything his family does thanks <3
it's not working
overall, has a tendency to follow everyone else's rules and instructions, which is a very maid of doom thing to do
challenge is to draw his own lines and become his own master instead of being everyone else's doormat :-)
"aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go ape shitt"
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BAT
moon - PROSPIT (???)
intuitive
exists in the present
VERY impulsive
did worry about what mort would think of him yes
"trouble with deception" i mean he's good at it, but does it eat him up inside when he's forced to lie? also yes. that's the trouble
totally fine with not interfering with human shit. why bother
turning mort into a vampire instead of actually telling him sure was a… creative solution lmao
used to trust people but it kinda bit him in the ass so not much anymore
what doesn't fit:
still a bit of a rebel for sure
can get very negative - not quite "marked by optimism"
very used to hiding himself (unless you count his bat form as one of his true selves, which it might as well be. like nimona. sometimes he's just a bat.)
he's that kid who has the edgy derse vibes but is actually prospit somehow. secret softie.
look i put him on derse too at some point. he somehow fits both. this time the quiz put him on prospit. idk man he's kinda both
aspect - VOID class - KNIGHT
"One who Exploits with Void or Exploits Void"
not afraid of the unknown. it doesn't bother him
great at hiding… a lot of things
would rather stay confused than believe in something completely false
knights of void are very good at keeping secrets. (even from himself, especially when he can't remember shit)
lives in obscurity, hidden in the shadows
exploits unawareness to drink everyone's blood :3
usually knows way more about someone else than they know about him.
knights have a tendency to be very insecure about certain things and also not really being willing to show it. hiding behind a shield, figuratively.
so yeah that's very bat
this was the only one that didn't change from the last time i messed with classpects haha fun fact
maybe perhaps i will do a part 2 with more vampires later, but we'll see lmao! thanks for reading <3
#low stakes 🦇#my art#homestuck#kinda#rune is the only one with a Valid Kid Name (correct amount of letters)#maybe i'll consider the god tiers of my other vampires too. this was fun.#loki is a thief and tiberius is a bard i think. just going by vibes. helena is giving witch. eli is more of a sylph#lmfao. au where all the vampires get roped into sburb. 12 vampire session. imagine#tbh they should also get bat wings#also their lunar sways shifted a bit. bat may be prospit. einarr is derse. hgjdg#rune and morten stay the same (derse and prospit respectively)#edit: morten is a page of rage actually#they literally got rage on the official aspect test and i was in denial for a bit LMAO#but thinking about it... it started to make sense#i'll elaborate on all of these in a reblog
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i think having more moment of looking through blorbo art while stimming and going “ohohooo he’s so sillyyy he’s so awesomeee and cooolll hohohooo yiiiipppieeee yaaaayyy” has signaled that enough events have occurred for my vigorously stirred soup brain to start simmering
like hell yeah!!!!!! i’m rlly cooking now!!!!!!! and being cooked into something free in the air!!!!!!! like nature growing through concrete to release its horrendous spores onto the world!!!!!!! i can’t telling if i’m losing or regaining sanity because it looks so similar to me but it’s gonna be nice either way and there’s a fictional tired guy who tries so hard and wants to take care of everyone and has fluffy ears and really needs a hug and someone to be there for him and he loves coffeeing and doctoring so much and i think that’s beautiful to think about and have my brain latch on to
but yeah brain is gone no more of it it’s all in the micheal wave watching this guy go as i spin around and go weeeeeeee
#i really hope i pass out so soong liek it’s lookhing#is my braincells all gonna be steam ?!?!?!?!? find out next time :}#hee’s literallyt the bestest guy evervt#crow’s chaotic coffee cawing#feel just a bit bad for editing this one but it’s literally still out there in reblogs……..#i know i don’t rlly elaborate on coffee’s character while rambling but it’s just like…….. he’s him and he is litelayl so amazing g to me e#i need to go on like an actual rmavle on how much i like him like character wise#when i get energy………
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Repost of a Wang Yibo in watercolor I did in 2020 taking ispiration from my favourite photoshoot of his
#my art?#why a repost and not a reblog you might ask?#because I feel like I was too annoying in the original caption but I don't want to edit the post#anyway reposting because I took it out to hang it on my wall again and was like -wth?? how did I do this??-#like yeah it's not perfect etc#but I'm 99% sure I would NOT be able to do sth like this rn#I continue to believe I do my most elaborate pieces while possessed i would not know how to explain this#or my mahmood poster#or my wwx in the red dress#or lwj with the pearl dress (which you don't know but trust me)#every time I start working on sth I feel like the meme of patrick star with a hammer in hand and a wood plank nailed to his head#do i actually learn sth when I do art?? or do I just somehow manage to do things#and then if I find the magical motivation or a willing spirit I manage to do it again?#otherwise I just cry and struggle and quit?#don't know guys this is too much of a mistery#anyway bazaar photoshoot <333#wang yibo#my beloved#actually#for this or like mahmood I can almost understand#i guess that since it was strictly a copy of a reference it was a tad easier knowing where to place the colors for example#tho still I don't know how the rendering had such a result#update: okay I'm going through a sketchbook of that time period and I was practicing a lot with watercolors so maybe that helped#also I was truly using wyb as my muse and guinea pig#i have a piece of him in acrylics and one done with chalks this with watercolor some attempts with crayons#okay ow getting kinda sad cause I'm realizing I used to do art so so often even if it was all copying references#and I think I was also still reading at the time? uhmmmmmmmmm#jhjhkh lots of pencil and pen drawings as well somebody had just watched cql#i do have some xiao zhans but I have always had more difficulty drawing him dkw#arting
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endless muse edits | barbie roberts
#& life is your creation ( barbie roberts )#& head canons ( barbie roberts )#& graphic design is my passion ( my edits )#DO NOT REBLOG#wolf of wall stre.et was the blue print for barbie for margot#no i will not elaborate
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when people pick the will elaborate option and then proceed to not elaborate:

trying to figure characterization for a fic. i don’t know if democracy is the way to go about it, but hey let’s give it a shot.
Situation: Ghost is on leave. In this AU, he does not wear a mask when in civvies. Maskless and in casual dress, runs into someone he has a romantic interest in who knows him only as “Simon Riley”. This person knows he’s in the military, but has no knowledge beyond that, much less any details about him being Ghost.
If Ghost was asked a question and…
#edit: I can’t remember how many replies this had when I added this reblog#but we are current 2 for 2 on elaborations#so maybe begging by meme does work
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I know this is weird but I really want to know. This is a serious poll. Obviously don't feel pressured to elaborate on any of these answers, if you choose to answer. But I'd appreciate a reblog.
(Edit)
@ everyone who has used this poll to lay down the burden of what's haunting you: I love you and we are all sitting around a glowing campfire together under a canopy of stars, wrapped in healing and in blankets. You and your ghosts can rest here.
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This special post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.
Content: Post-canon, FLUFFY, TOO MUCH FLUFFY 😭 my obsession with old Disney movies screaming, fem!afab!MC, family n children, MC having a dream of getting married, reference very slightly to Cinderella (1950) obviously, diasomnia boys having their happy ending.
Note(s): I AM SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THIS HIATUS, GUYS 😭😭😭 My mind was so busy these last few months with all my works thinking about writing that fluffy fluffy special to make up for my days of writing block after going on vacation for Carnaval 👽 I hope you guys love it as much as I... that cried writing it 💀 and I hope this excuses this long inactivity ☠️
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A Wish Your Heart Makes
Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true
“Are happy endings fairy tale's thing?”
Malleus couldn’t say. Human inventions had always been a mystery to him. He always had a distant and almost skeptical view of the happy endings that human stories so extol. To him, these narratives were like the light breeze of a summer night, pleasant and fleeting, but difficult to grasp and truly understand. As a fae, his nature made him see the world from a different perspective, and the idea of an ending — whether happy or tragic — was, to him, a human thing. He found it curious how humans always yearned for a definitive outcome, as if it were a vital necessity of their ephemeral existences. They sought in stories the hope that, in the end, everything would work out.
Malleus had never given much thought to his own dreams. Not in the others sense, at least. He understood dreams as manifestations of the mind, echoes of the subconscious, scattered fragments of reality shaped by desire or fear.
To him, dreams were almost tangible, an intrinsic element of his own magic — and yet he had never stopped to consider what it was that he, Malleus Draconia, truly desired.
Not that Briar Valley didn't have its own stories... but thinking about it that way, humans are far removed from theirs.
Happy endings… the concept was foreign to him. Fairy tales were — ironically — human stories, created to comfort fragile hearts, tales where love always prevailed and heroes were rewarded for their virtue.
Dragons like him, however, were supposed to be the obstacles that prevented such happiness. Beautiful and powerful beings... but lonely.
But then, there was [Name]. The magicless human who one day appeared in his life and in a few months, made his already apparently consolidated worldview turn upside down.
It was [Name] who taught him to dream.
She spoke of dreams as something beautiful and fragile. When they were still in school, he had heard her whisper to herself, with a twinkle in her eye, about how she wanted to marry one day. Because she wanted true love.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes,” she had said once, and it's been stuck in his head ever since.
Such a simple explanation for something that took him a long time to elaborate. Maybe that was the simplicity that comes with such a short life. He admired it, even back then.
The thought did not linger, however. No, he knew. He was in love. Happy endings...
The great hall of Briar Valley Castle glowed with enchanted candlelight, reflecting off the stained glass windows that adorned the ancient stone walls. The air was filled with the soft melody of a waltz as nobles and ambassadors watched with interest as the king and queen’s eldest daughter, Princess Aurora, danced with her suitor, as her pink gown swirled gracefully.
It was a grand celebration, the 16th birthday of the half-fae princess.
The old senators of the council, those whom Malleus deeply despised, were present, but they kept to themselves. Their accessibility was limited, limited by the changes Malleus and his human had brought about over the years. There was still resistance — whom Malleus called idiots and fools when he was particularly angry — but most of the councilors and palace staff had already surrendered to the strength of [Name]’s kindness, which contrasted with her husband's sometimes skittish temperament.
Aurora, the star of the night, twirled around the ballroom, she looked a beguiling sight, wearing the pink gown she had specially ordered for the occasion — certainly influenced by a certain bat fae she referred to as 'Grandpa Lilia' — along with the jewelry she received as a gift from her great-grandmother, Maleficia.
From where they stood, Malleus and [Name] watched in silence. His green eyes shone with something between pride and nostalgia.
“She’s beautiful,” [Name] murmured, a soft smile on her lips as her eyes followed her daughter’s every graceful movement.
Malleus watched her for a moment before answering. “Yes… but I confess I didn’t expect this day to come so quickly. I still remember when she had to climb on a chair to reach my stomach.”
[Name] chuckled softly. “I guess now she might just look at you.”
Malleus let out an amused sigh, but his gaze returned to his daughter with a touch of melancholy. “Humans grow up too fast...”
Before [Name] could respond, a movement beneath one of the large buffet tables caught her attention. She frowned as she noticed two small silhouettes sneaking stealthily between the legs of the furniture.
The six-year-old twins Magnus and Kyrval were under the table, trying to steal sweets from the silver trays. Their green eyes glinted with mischief as they reached out for honey cakes and candied fruit. But before they could escape with their stolen candies, two soldiers scared the two by pulling them out from under the table.
“My lords... you can't just crawl through the royal hall like that!” one of the soldiers scolded, the respectful but firm voice.
“But we're hungry!” Magnus protested, holding a piece of cheese as if it were a precious treasure.
“And small meals taste better!” Kyrval added, blinking innocently.
“Magnus! Kyrval!” she scolded them almost immediately as Malleus held back a laugh.
“They inherited Lilia’s mischievous spirit… and a little of yours, perhaps.”
[Name] gave him an indignant look. “Mine? Malleus, I don’t remember myself going around stealing sweets at royal balls!”
He chuckled softly, leaning toward her. “No… but I do remember a certain young lady who stole my heart many years ago.”
[Name] felt her cheeks flush, but she smiled sweetly almost automatically with the phrase. “... Do you regret that, your majesty?”
Malleus didn’t answer right away. His green eyes roamed the hall — his children, his wife, the castle lit up in celebration... faes, half-faes and even some humans... not alone.
Then he looked at [Name] again, his expression softening in a way only she could see. “Never.” He gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips.
He never imagined he would have something like this.
Everything changed when the girl from another world appeared. No fear. No hesitation. No one knows why the magic mirror brought [Name] to Twisted Wonderland... but honestly? Malleus was glad it did. She was the deepest desire within his heart. His dream.
Dragons aren't usually given happy endings. Maybe, just maybe... he was an exception to the rule.
He looked at [Name], his eyes meeting hers with a soft glow. And he’s happy with it.
To dream is to wish.
Lilia had been thinking about this idea for years. In his long life of over 700 years, he had experienced many misfortunes, losses, and sorrows — wars that devastated kingdoms, bitter goodbyes, and the feeling of carrying the weight of everthing on his shoulders.
But he had also been able to find happiness.
In raising Silver, in the tenderness of caring for Malleus, in the moments of pride in watching Sebek mature, even if in fits and starts.
He had never really dreamed of anything more than that. If he were honest with himself, his wish was simple: peace. How it would come, in what form, with whom — it didn’t matter.
But, as always, life had decided for him. With his children grown up, with their own homes, paths and families, he thought it might be time to explore the world. To wander. To be in distant cities. To sleep under the stars, free from worries. But that was not what happened.
A sweet wife from a distant world without magic and lively triplets had made his life much more noisy. And he wouldn’t change a thing.
The kitchen was scented with lavender and some sweet-smelling incense he had bought on a trip they took a year ago. He remembers getting a huge scolding from [Name] for buying so many, but he light them almost every day. Lilia, wearing an apron embroidered with small berries — a gift from the girls last Father's Day —, washed the dishes while humming softly.
“Dad, come see!” Aisha’s voice cut through the air with excitement. “I’m humiliating Arista at the Kart again!”
Lilia raised his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. With a light snap of his fingers, the utensils began to wash themselves, floating gently around the sink. He took off his apron, drying his hands with a cloth and headed to the living room.
“Humiliating me?” Arista replied with a joking frown. “All I saw was you losing it and pushing all the buttons!”
It was Lilia's first time raising girls, and it was in this chaotic and adorable process that he came to an inevitable conclusion: raising children would always be a constant learning experience — regardless of your experience in the subject.
“Battle tactics, you wouldn’t understand!” Aisha declared with exaggerated confidence, lunging forward as if that would speed up her character in the game.
“I win.” Arista said in a calm and satisfied tone, leaning back on the sofa like a queen on a throne, the controller resting gently on her lap.
"Whaaat?!" Aisha screamed, jumping from where she was sitting as if she had just been stabbed. Her wide eyes stared at the screen where the dots shone mercilessly: Arista - 1st place.
Lilia, who was watching the scene from the kitchen door, laughed softly.
"Wow, Arista..." Adela said softly, briefly looking away from her book to her older sister. She wasn't the most competitive, but she was always there to support her sisters, even with her shy and quiet personality. At the moment, she was gently stroking the silky fur of one of Lilia's bats, which was sleeping curled up in her lap like a fluffy, furry ball.
Count Fabulous — as [Name] gave him when she and Lilia were still studying at NRC — was the most spoiled of Lilia’s bats. Ever since Adela was a baby, he had followed her around, perching on nearby furniture or on her head as if he were her personal protector. Now, he dozed heavily, his ears fluttering slightly, lulled by the girl’s soft voice, but with Aisha and Arista moving on the couch, he ended up waking up and squeaking when he looked at the screen.
“Even Count is surprised,” Lilia murmured humorously, watching the bat stir fluttering the fabric of Adela's dress.
Adela smiled, stroking his back with a finger. “He bet on Aisha, I think.”
“Cute little traitor.” Arista said, smiling despite the line.
With the girls still vibrating with the echoes of the game’s contention, the front door opened with a soft creak, followed by the familiar sound of [Name]’s footsteps. Lilia looked up with a soft glow in his red eyes and smiled as he saw his wife’s figure crossing the threshold of the house.
Without saying a word, [Name] walked over to the couch where the triplets were spread out and, with a theatrical movement, threw herself gently on top of them, like a human blanket. She didn't press too hard, of course — just enough to cover them with her body and elicit immediate reactions.
"Mom!!," Aisha protested between laughs, trying to free herself.
"Rescue mission! Fabulous, save us!" Arista shouted, laughing, while Count Fabulous just opened one lazy eye on Adela's lap before settling back down, oblivious to the commotion.
"Mama, you're feel cold... stay a little longer..." Adela murmured, hugging her mother's arm affectionately.
"My days off are coming..." [Name] said, her voice muffled between her daughters' hair and the pillows. "I missed my noisy gang so so so much~"
Lilia approached the couch with his hands on his hips, his eyes half-closed and a mischievous smile curving his lips. “Can I join you?” he asked with false innocence.
Before any of the four could respond, the couch rocked gently, and then, with a soft green glow, it tilted forward as if it had a life of its own, gently dumping all of the girls onto the living room’s plush carpet. A bundle of giggles, messy hair, arms and legs all jumbled together, collapsed to the floor like a pile of animated pillows.
“AH! Dad!!” Aisha and Arista shouted in unison, Aisha louder than Arista, actually.
"I was comfortable, papa!" Adela grumbled, sitting down with Count Fabulous all ruffled on her lap, flapping his wings indignantly before landing again, huffing softly.
"I can't believe it, Lilia!" [Name] said, trying to look angry, but already with a smile on her lips and her eyes shining with laughter. Lilia approached slowly, as if he were going to seal a peace agreement with a kiss, and so he did — he leaned over, laughing softly, and kissed her forehead sweetly before lying down on top of everyone like [Name] did moments ago.
"Not agaaaain!" the three shouted in unison, between laughter and attempts to escape from their father's arms.
Still stretched out on the rug, the girls pointed to the ceiling, commenting excitedly on the floating ornaments — small enchanted lights that spun gently like fireflies caught in a whirlwind. They were souvenirs left by 'big bro' — Silver — on his last visit.
To some people, the idea of a house still full of young children might seem like the complete opposite of a peaceful retirement. And by traditional standards of rest, it was.
But to Lilia it didn't matter. It never mattered. Being with his family was what he dreamed of. It was all he wish for. “In dreams you lose your headaches, whoever you wish for, you keep.”
There was his rest. Not in the empty spaces, but in the constant presence. In the sound of clumsy footsteps in the mornings, in the voices calling "Dad!" throughout the house, in the tight hugs, in the fights over the last cookie, in the notes left on the table and the stories told under blankets.
Yes, he still traveled. He had his moments of adventure, exploring new places with the girls strapped to backpacks, [Name] with the map in hand. It was in family. It was messy. It was noisy.
This was Lilia’s rest. A rest in true Lilia style: full of voices, chaotic, but overflowing with love.
Silver knew dreaming well. It was what he had done for most of his life, and it was also an instinctive part of his own magic. Dreams were a sweet treat, a place where his worries melted away and all that was left was the best, most beautiful sky and peace.
“Have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through,” When he thought of this, what came to mind was his desire to serve Malleus, to be the knight that Lilia trained him to be. At the same time, he wanted to be with his family and friends, but he didn’t expect to fall in love.
It came subtly, with dreams. He saw her. A charming girl, who in his opinion was beautiful. She was there, in his deepest dreams, and he did not understand who she was… until he saw [Name] for the first time.
He was lying on the couch, his head resting on [Name's] lap. She was gently stroking his hair, her fingers running through it like a gentle wind. With the book on one of her hands, she was quietly reading an old story, pausing only to smile at the faces Silver made when his bangs fell into his eyes because of her caresses. He had returned from work tired, not with the same chronic drowsiness of his adolescence, but with the normal tiredness of someone who dutifully fulfills his duties. As one of the most trusted knights of the king, Silver carried great responsibility on his shoulders. But at home, with them, he could truly rest. The sound of pages turning mingled with the distant ticking of the wall clock and the rustling of leaves outside.
"Daddy!" Hana yelled happily, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as she ran across the room. Without stopping, she threw herself at Silver with an enthusiastic hug, nearly knocking him off the couch. Her blond hair flew like gold threads in the wind, and her auroral eyes sparkled with joy. Silver jumped a little on the couch, a gasp escaping him at the impact—more from surprise than pain.
[Name] let out a light laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand as her gaze danced between her husband and daughter. Silver, even exhausted, gave a gentle smile, his half-closed eyes opening a little wider to look at his beautiful — literal — princess. And she loved being called that. Every time she heard the title come out of her father's calm voice, her little face lit up.
Hana wasn’t old enough to know exactly everything about her family, so Silver tried to tell her what was appropriate for a child to know, sometimes with the help of Lilia and [Name]. He had long realized that his daughter loved the concept of princesses. But not political princesses, more 'real' ones— she liked the ones who sang with the animals of the forest, the fairy tale ones. He would never forget the almost heavenly glow in her eyes the day Malleus bowed slightly, placed his crown on Hana’s little head, and said with a faint smile: "There, now the princess has a crown." Hana was ecstatic. She spent a whole week wearing tiaras made of flowers or paper.
“Daddy, you came home early today!” she said, her adorable little voice filling Silver’s ears like sweet music, while those little arms wrapped tightly and lovingly around his neck.
"I was able to be released early by order of General Zigvolt, my princess." Silver said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
[Name] laughed again. She gently tugged at a lock of Silver’s hair. “Sebek released you? Now that’s a surprise,” she said, raising an eyebrow humorously.
Silver couldn’t help but laugh at [Name’s] words. Sebek was adamant about schedules most of the time, and that was no secret to anyone. On the one hand, it was good. He kept everything in order, like a true general. On the other hand… well.
Hana, who was squirming between her parents with the energy that children normally have, rolled over with such excitement that she almost slipped off the couch, but Silver was faster. With a fluid movement he caught her with one strong hand, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her back safely.
“Careful, princess,” Silver said, his auroral eyes resting on her with tenderness and attention.
Hana lifted her chin proudly, her little hands on her hips and a glint in her eyes. “I knew Daddy would catch me, so I’m not afraid!”
Silver smiled once more. “I will always catch you, but take care of yourself too, my flower,” he said, his voice as serene as ever.
“Okay!” Hana smiled at her father, that innocent smile that lit up the soul, before stretching backwards like a little cat in the sun. As her arms stretched lazily, her voice filled the living room, chattering about her day. Silver listened to everything with full attention, his calm eyes fixed on her, and his hands always ready in case she slipped off the couch again.
In a moment of pause, Hana began to play absentmindedly with the wedding ring on her father's finger, slowly turning it with her small, delicate fingers. Without warning, Hana simply sleep. She slid softly onto Silver’s chest, her breathing even and calm, her golden eyelashes resting on her rosy cheeks. Silver felt her soft weight and had to suppress the urge to laugh. Hana was a thousand times more energetic than he had been in his childhood, — which, honestly, wasn’t much of a feat, considering his old constant sleeping habits — but when she got tired, there was no warning. She would simply pass out, as if someone had flipped a switch in her.
Silver rested her little head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her back. He felt his daughter's heart beating softly, and the warmth of her pressed against his chest was all he needed to know that he was at home.
For a moment, all was silence and peace—the kind that only existed within the purest dreams. When he thought about his life now, about everything he had experienced—he never, not in a million years, expected to be graced with such happiness. His rainbow had come. And now it slept softly on his chest, in a little flowery dress, with her little hand still holding his finger.
"Daydreaming again?" [Name] whispered to him as she noticed his gaze.
"Living a dream, actually." He replied.
Dream? What he had was not a dream. It was conviction. A solid goal, an unbreakable purpose. He would become a knight worthy of serving Malleus.
Sebek trained until his bones ached, endured thunderstorms —literally— and never took his eyes off the goal. The half-human blood he carried? An obstacle to be overcome with discipline and hard work. “No matter how your heart is grieving, If you keep on believing...”
If anyone, back then, dared to insinuate that he would marry — how awful — a human, he would scream so loudly in their ear that their eardrums would beg for mercy.
But as a wise old man once said — or perhaps it was Lilia in one of his absurd proverbs: "The earth doesn't turn, it capsizes with style."
And now, here he was — Sir Sebek Zigvolt, General, loyal knight to King Malleus Draconia... beside his lovely human wife and their two radiant children.
“Ivan!” Sebek called, his voice still naturally strong, but intentionally softened— an effort he made for only one person. “Don’t pull on the reins so hard! You’ll hurt the horse!”
Ivan, atop a sturdy horse with a grayish coat and a mane that shimmered faintly, turned calmly to his father. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “I know, father. I was just testing whether he responded well to my voice,” he replied, with that subtle teasing tone that only Sebek recognized as a direct inheritance from [Name].
Nearby, sitting under the shade of a cherry tree with their daughter, [Name] held back her laughter. The pent-up sound still escaped in joyful sighs. “Where did you get that horse again?” she asked, arching an eyebrow with an amused smile.
Sebek huffs, trying to maintain his composure. "For training, of course."
"Of course it is." [Name] held back a slight loving eye roll at Sebek's words, that kind of response so typical of him.
She then watched him approach Amelie with affection visible on his naturally stern face—a softness that only emerged in front of his daughter.
As quietly as his voice would allow, he knelt down at her level and said, “Are you enjoying the stroll, my lady?”
Amelie looked at him with shining eyes. A small, bright smile spread across her face. “Yes, Daddy!” she answered happily, and raised her short arms toward him, asking to be held.
Without hesitation, Sebek picked her up with the greatest care in the world. He positioned Amelie against his chest, shielding her ears from the loud tinkling sound.
Ivan, who was watching everything from the top of the horse, arched an eyebrow as if he was about to make a sharp comment. But when he saw his sister nestled against his father's chest, her little fingers playing with the brooch on Sebek's clothes, he simply got off his horse and approached in silence.
"General Zigvolt, you are breaking the knightly protocol again," Ivan said, his tone exaggeratedly serious, but his eyes barely concealed the amusement.
Sebek gave him a half-closed look. "When you turn a father, you will understand that there is no protocol more sacred than that of protecting your children." He adjusted Amelie better in his arms. "And put on those gloves properly, Ivan. A knight must always be ready."
Ivan sighed at the drama. Then, he knelt down beside his dad, leaning down slightly until he was at his sister’s level.
“Are you having fun, Lie?” he asked softly, touching her nose with a finger.
Amelie laughed softly. “Yes! Ivan looks beautiful in his armor!” he declared, as if it were the greatest truth in the universe. Ivan blushed slightly, and [Name] could barely contain another laugh.
Sebek would be lying if he said he’d never considered having children. Perhaps, in some distant future—if he reached the pinnacle of his career as a loyal and worthy knight—he might be granted the honor of marrying a pure-blooded fae. It was the kind of future he’d always been pictured as: respectable, honorable…
But now… now, when he looked at his little Amelie against his chest, or at Ivan laughing as he receives a sweet stroke of his hair from his mother— the image seemed absurd. Almost laughable.
All his life, he had been taught, indoctrinated, encouraged — partially? Completely — by his grandfather Baul, to hate a part of himself. To deny it. To hide it. To regard his human half as inferior, weak, inconvenient. To view his own father with disdain. And for a while… he believed it. He carried that hatred like a banner.
He wasn’t crucifying his grandfather, of course not. Old Baul had fought in a cruel war, with countless losses. He was a marked veteran —scarred, traumatized, and horrified.
But the truth was this: Sebek was happy. Happy that this human girl without magic, from another world, had stepped through the magic mirror and—clumsily—interfered in his life. And stayed.
[Name] had changed him. More than anything else, anyone else. Sure, Silver, and even his insufferable classmates at Night Raven College had their part in deconstructing his prejudices. But the real turning point came with her.
He remembered well the day of his first visit to his old home. [Name] squeezed his hand. And he remembered the look in his father’s eyes. The way Mr. Zigvolt — that loving, always clumsy, always smiling dentist — looked at him with so much love… and no hurt. Even after all the years of rejection. Sebek bowed. And apologized. He saw his father’s eyes fill with tears. And yes — of course he had always been that emotional fool, and Sebek used to get irritated by it. But now, no. Now, he understood. And it didn’t bother him anymore.
In the middle of his thoughts, Sebek heard soft voices breaking through.
“Grandpa and Grandma will definitely make that recipe when we visit them next weekend. I mean, I bet great-grandpa will be there too,” said Ivan, with the confidence of someone who had already foreseen the entire menu and the habitual discussion from his grandparents' house.
“Haha, great-grandpa is so funny!” replied Amelie, swinging her legs back and forth. “He always fights with grandpa to hold us back..."
Sebek sighed with a tiny smile. The sight of Baul arguing with Mr. Zigvolt over who would pick up Amelie first was, in fact, more frequent than he cared to admit.
Sebek helped Ivan mount again, adjusting the saddle with practiced precision. When Amelie asked to climb on too, he didn't hesitate - his arms lifted her as if she were a feather, carefully placing her in front of her brother. She held the reins with wide eyes of excitement, and Ivan guided her with the same care that their father showed her. It was beautiful to see. It was in these moments that Sebek realized that he was indeed an example.
[Name] watched everything with a growing warmth in her chest. She would never have imagined — ever — that this half-impossible dream would end like this. No. It wouldn't end. It had started like this. A home. A family.
“The dream that you wish, will come true.”
And the funniest part? Sebek said,with all the letters, that he would never be like his father. But there he was, discreetly pushing a small, colorful package of magic candy into his children's hands after successfully dodging the horse.
"Don't tell your mother," he murmured, with a half-smile on his lips. [Name] watched the scene in silence, holding back her laughter. She saw Ivan and Amelie exchange knowing looks, make the silence symbol with their fingers on their lips and smile mischievously.
And that was true for Sebek, too. When he saw himself with a smile on his face — sincere, wide, light —watching his children share the candy, laughing and whispering among themselves… He realized. This was more than a dream. It was a reality.
His wish to become a knight, which had once existed only for honor, glory, and pride, had transformed. It wasn’t just for Malleus, or even for himself.
To protect his home. His wife. His children. That human part of him that he had once despised… but now, finally, he loved.
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Home - Elrond getting all the hugs from his family because he deserves it and you’re never convincing me Finarfin doesn’t absolutely adore his grandson-in-law. Design notes and a bunch of headcanons under the cut!
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Finarfin: Keeps away from weapons and harsh edges to his clothes to distance himself from the kinslaying. Unbound hair rather than Noldor braids or the like as his one link to the Teleri.
He doesn’t have any specific ‘colour’ because he’s married to a Telerin and has become High King of a very mixed group of elves over the years, especially as they started coming in the second and third ages. He doesn’t like coming across as some old school stubborn Noldo like his brothers were. His kingdom is for everyone.
He avoids solid red/blue like the plague though. Those are and always will be colours for Fëanor and Fingolfin. Part of it is distancing. The other is he *misses* them and can’t bear to wear their colours. Especially when they might never come back.
(Also Celebrian is the only one of his children or grandchildren to get his temperament ie. Soft and sweet but if you really push better run for your life. They’re very close. And literally who doesn’t love Elrond.)
Eärwen: Teleri are sea elves hence all the pearls. And I like the idea of the royal family having coral ‘crowns’ woven into their hair. Also only the women of the royal family wear pearls on their faces.
They also don’t wear gold, wearing jewellery of sea glass and pearls. They don’t use braids to keep back hair, instead twisting and pinning it, but Eärwen has her braid crown and the gold pendant as a call to marrying a Noldo. Finarfin did actually make the pendant for her when they officially announced the engagement, as was tradition for Noldor.
Elrond: Ok so I will forever see him in autumn colours because of Lotr and generally I think warm colours suit his personality. He’s gentle, welcoming. He wants to make you at home. His crown has the sharp design of the Noldor, but is less elaborate as a call to his mannish heritage, and to distance himself from the High Kings. He’s not a king. He doesn’t want to be. He has his hair loosely pulled back as a call to his Sindar heritage, only wearing clips gifted to him by the dwarves. Some of them came from Maedhros (based on my new design where Mae also wears clips gifted by the dwarves.)
Celebrian: Unbound hair in the style of the Sindar. (Also because Elrond always used to help her with her hair and she refuses to do it until he comes back.) Eärwen gave her the pearls to wear, but as a princess she doesn’t wear so many as a queen. She does decorate her hair with them though. Her clothes however are more Noldor in design, dark, rich colours, a heavier, less flowy material with the gold lined cuffs. The design is Mannish in origin. She also wears earrings, gifted by Elrond when they got engaged as was tradition in Numenor.
Essentially, she makes it very clear to everyone who her husband is after getting to Valinor. Especially with so many elves from Doriath - her father’s family and old friends/people - and various Noldor factions turning their noses at Elrond being a half elf who claimed traitor humans and kinslayers as family. So showing the more brash side form her mother, she made sure to shove it in their faces.
(Bear in mind, none of these elves who complain ever saw Elrond, and even fewer actually lived to the end of the First Age, so they have no right to judge anyway.)
In Rivendell, she was far more mixed in style, because no one really judged anyone. It was a celebration of cultures. She was known as their silver lady for a reason, and often wore silvery or white dresses, both in the style of the Noldor, and like her mother, Sindar loose cut with leafy embroidery as the only call to her Noldor heritage, but Celebrian also had her hair braided back.
In terms of Celebrian’s unbraided hair I’m also playing with the idea that loose, undecorated hair becomes a sign of grief or loss for Noldor some time over the First Age. She’s fully aware of that and uses it as a double meaning, only adding pearls when she hears Elrond is finally sailing.
This is also why Maglor’s hair becomes loose and wild over the years when he’s alone, and Mae’s hair is loose too at the end, at least until Maglor insists on braiding it for him.
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7 DAYS OF DAN AND PHIL
calling all gif/edit makers and fan artist! it's summer and we're all phannies so im just going to assume like me, you have nothing else going on especially with this heat wave and blah blah blah long story short:
June 30 - July 6 I want to see your favorite dan and phil moments from pinof to super amazing project to the photobooth challenge or the hearttrob videos! (and june 30 will be phil's gay birthday!!)
moments that make you go 'aww' or 'oh my god WHAT' or 'wow that was gay'! anything you find cute or eyebrow raising that you just can't get out of your head even though it's been months or years and no one remembers it anymore but you!
this is also open to anyone so if you just want to post screenshots and wax poetics or make an elaborate edit/gif set or art or even a fic about That moment for you please join in!!!
tag #manchesterau and/or #7dodnp and ill do my best to reblog it! see you there!
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i'm curious
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edit: yes, op is now aware of the fact Gyatt is an AAVE, not a slang used originally by gen alphas, sorry
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now all i have on my mind is sub!schlatt sooooo here’s some headcanons :3
cw: sub!schlatt, gn!reader!dom, piv, toys (leash and vib), prob unrealistic (very) but idc! (self indulgent), lmk if i missed anything !!
- i think schlatt is the type of sub to be kinda quiet? someone else mentioned him feeling like he has to be this big strong man, and i 100% agree!!
(edit, it’s from @bunnie-online !! pls go read their sub!schlatt content it’s so GOOD)
- he’d be less talkative when he’s in subspace. he needs peace during this time. needs to turn his brain off.
- LOVES when you grab his chin, melts his heart! go ahead and give his head a couple pats, he loves that too!
- such an affectionate man when he’s all subby! will be all over you for sure. he needs to be touching you at all times!
- sitting on the couch? not without him curled up next to you, head in your lap as you idly play with his hair. this is something that calms him, it grounds him.
- riding him as a sub, my GOD. he’s absolutely fucking smitten and obsessed.
- holding him by a leash that connects to a collar he wears occasionally. he loves when you tug on it, pulling him closer to you.
- especially loves when he’s fucking you from behind and you tug on his leash, maybe his hands are tied behind his back so all he can do is stumble closer as you pull him, making him all flustered as he fucks you faster.
- LOVES being called a good boy! (yall remember that vghs stream where he repeated someone saying good boy,,, yeah that’s baby boy for sure.)
- needs to make sure he makes you cum, no matter if he’s subbing or not! he wants nothing more than to treat you like you’re a deity.
- not a stranger to body worship, both ways. i’ll elaborate on this in another work.
- holding a vibe to the tip of his cock, the way he’d WHIIIIIINE for you! he’s begging you to let him cum! please, he needs it! you make him feel so good!
woah brain empty i have nothing else, also not proofread and i wrote with my dick/puss
reblogs/comments are much appreciated <3
#the leash came out of NOWHERE#def from a plink i saw in twit#schlatt smut#schlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader smut#schlatt x reader smut#jschlatt x reader
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