#future Au

[einelitas]

Amy Amy Amy!!!!

[princeasimdiya12]

Thank you kindly for going so far as to make such wholesome art of the Scar Bosses. I just can't get enough of these amazing ideas.

I think I get it now.

[11/02/24] HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOYAMA!!!! I like to think he started up that ramen shop eventually :]

[tha-star]

I love the headcanons where Wednesday is horrified at random moments with Enid when she realize that she is acting like her father or mother.

As a very devoted wife, when she and Enid are going out to dinner, and Enid is gorgeous in a long pink dress going down the stairs. Wednesday can't help but want to kiss her hand, as she does, and when she starts to move up Enid's arm, she stops and realizes what she is doing.

She is not proud, but does not regret it, since Enid is blushing and laughing with each kiss on her arm, she feels ticklish. Wednesday can't resist and starts kissing her all over again.

[kittarts]

[naiad-r]

Reunion, or zosan in their 30s.

When the years apart had done nothing to diminish your yearning. Made it worse actually.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

She let out a sigh and shook her head. “So there is no need for you to banish the ghosts.” She said.

“You sure?” He asked, hoping to changes her mind.

“Yes….” She admitted.

“This isn’t your fault,” Janaya said out of comfort, hoping this could help heal her.”

Sadly his words did not get through to her.

“It is! I ran away to escape my enslavement while my people were telepathically torture and whipped! Some of the lumens left Lumenia and those who stay have doubts on me ruling.” She said in a self-loathing tone. “I just want to hears my fortune again, to see it can get any better.”

Janaya is not surprised by her friend, Dorana 2, also goes by Dora and Doria, being so introverted. The lumen/fairy hybrid princess of Lumenia, who was seven years old child, when she came to Earth twenty one years ago, now at twenty eight years old.

She is sitting down on her chair not touching her slice of mulled wine red velvet cake. The whimsical music playing in the speakers and the smell of delicious cakes in display at Cassia’s magical cake café in Maldon, Essex, England. The atmosphere unable to shifts her mood. Dorana 2 sighed again, ever since six years ago, she was kidnapped and taken into captive on a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy where she was force into slavery by The Faceless. Mining for special minerals, forced to fight in combat at a Colosseum, and force to be bait for other lumens who were searching for her so they can used their stardusts to fuel their war machines throughout the galaxy and make their space travel and scientifice exploration much easier, since they failed on their prime targets of who they are supposed to goes after (Danny’s kids and Vlad’s kids). Poor Starla, her cousin was among the victims. Her magical eyes, known to blind people, fire destructive beams, destroying planets, including her friend from Alfea, who have came to rescue her, Victoria.

Even as an adult, all she brought was suffering onto others.

Dorana 2 remains quiet and grab the fork in her hand, slice off a big piece off the slice of her cake, partially destroying the smooth tender cream cheese frosting design as the result. Carefully put the cake into her mouth by the fork to take a bite out of it. As she chews, her taste buds dance because of the more subtle chocolate flavor mixed in with vanilla with a tart edge.

Janaya keeps an eye on Doria, while he is shuffling his cards. As he does Dorana Junior’s plan takes a downturn when Cassia walks up to Janaya. “Jan, I really need your help right now at the moment. Could you please rearrange your schedule on your client’s fortune reading another day?” Cassia asked.

Janaya close his eyes, then frowns. “Very well.” He said. He gets off from the café chair. Then he turns to Dorana 2.

“No, wait,” Dorana 2 plead. “Please, don’t go,”

“You do not need me to read your fortunes, because deep down you decide your own fate,” said Janaya.

Dorana 2 watch as the wizard and the candy witch goes inside the kitchen. Now alone with the Lumenian lumen ghosts that only she can see.

Victoria (mentioned), Starla (mentioned), and Dorana 2 belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

Janaya and Cassia belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)

Conversation Prompt

“The ghosts that haunt me have started to feel sorry for me.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I think it’s probably pretty pathetic. It’s my fault they’re dead in the first place.”

[the-spirit-of-adventure]

Flapjack’s new tattoo is Bubbie approved!

[verdiris]

Pov: your hot angry doctor may be a murderer and also looks like that one guy from the Olympic exy team????

[peachmangopie323]

Future!Shadamy

I don't see a lot of content of them happily married like this so hehe

[rabdoidal]

the pines twins are 25 in a couple weeks isnt that fucked up!! anyway i think mabel should knit her and dipper matching jumpers that he feels almost too embarrassed to wear in public

🐑 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🐑

[art-the-f-up]

the future is wild, yo.

[einelitas]

Older! Sonic Girls!

[psicheanima]

Public safety records: Control Devil, past and present

[kkolg]

Grown ass man

Bonus:

Based on this

[waaayoutofline]

Like Seeing A Ghost.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Prompt: Married life and family core.

Summary: Your teenage daughter changed styles, and you cant help but be remained of a certain someone.

Warnings: None. Just love and fluff.

WORD COUNT: 1489

AN: I wrote this under the wonderful influence of sleep depravation. I just corrected it grammatically. It’s the first time I have written a family related prompt, so sorry but it’ll probably be a bit cringey :´). YDN stands for: Your daughters name btw—

It was a quiet day in the Maximoff household, a rare sense of calm settling over the space. Humming softly, you switched off the vacuum and put it away, satisfied with the tidiness of the room. The peaceful silence was soon interrupted by the doorbell, drawing your attention with mild curiosity. “I’ve got it!” you called, making your way to the door. You didn’t need to check the peephole, you already knew who it was. “Darling, finally! Your mother is almost finished with—oh dear gods.”

You froze as your 16-year-old daughter stepped inside. Taking in her appearance, your eyes widened in surprise. She shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, clearly bracing herself for the reaction that didn’t come as quickly as she expected.

Gone were her typical morning clothes, replaced by a more alternative look. She wore an oversized black t-shirt featuring an old rock band, her arms covered in fishnet sleeves, fingers adorned with silver rings and chains. Her makeup, though still a work-in-progress, was heavy with black eyeliner and smudged dark red eyeshadow. A silver cross dangled from her freshly pierced ear. She completed the outfit with a mid-length skirt and red Converse sneakers. If it weren’t for her eyes—the same color as yours—you might not have recognized her at first. But even then, the look wasn’t unfamiliar. She resembled someone else you knew all too well.

“It’s… it’s—” you began, voice faltering. Your daughter braced herself even more, her posture defiant, though you could see flickers of uncertainty in her expression. That defiant stance finally broke your composure.

“It’s like seeing a ghost! Oh, my beautiful girl,” you exclaimed, bursting into delighted laughter. “It’s like going back in time. Wanda come here please!” you called out, grinning at the uncanny resemblance.

Your heart swelled with nostalgia and amusement. You never thought you’d see such a familiar look on your own child, yet here she was, carrying a piece of the past into the present.

“What is it, love? Is it Y/D/N? I made her favorite,” Wanda called, wiping her hands with a kitchen towel before stopping abruptly. “Oh wow. This is… definitely a surprise.”

Your daughter, tired of the mixed reactions from both of you, crossed her arms defensively. “Before you say anything—no, I didn’t get any piercings or tattoos. But this is how I want to dress from now on. And if you have any issues with it, then…”

Your eyes softened at the sight of her defiance fading into vulnerability. You glanced at Wanda, who nodded. “Honey, you don’t owe us any explanations,” she said gently.

“I… don’t?” Y/D/N repeated, tentatively. You took a step forward, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Of course not. You know your mom and I want you to discover who you are. All we care about is that you don’t hurt yourself in the process. Why would you think we’d be upset?”

Your daughter’s shoulders relaxed as the tension eased. “A… friend of mine dresses like this, and her parents didn’t take it well. They told her if she didn’t dress ‘normal,’ they’d send her to some creepy summer camp.”

Wanda frowned. “Well, they’re idiots.” Your daughter smiled at that. “They are! Like your mom said, we’ll never judge you for who you are. All we want is for you to be safe and happy.”

With that, she smiled and pulled you both into a hug. “Thanks for being such cool parents.” You exchanged a glance with Wanda and hugged her back.

“I mean… if we weren’t, we’d be total hypocrites.” Your daughter tilted her head in curiosity, prompting a laugh from you as you moved toward the living room.

Wanda scoffed. “Oh, don’t you dare, Y/N,” she warned playfully, following close behind, already anticipating your next move. Before she could stop you, you pulled out the family photo album. Your daughter plopped down next to you on the couch, while Wanda took her place on the armrest, wearing a mock pout.

Flipping through the pages, you found what you were looking for. “Why haven’t I seen this before?” Y/D/N asked, eyes wide with interest.

“These are from years before you were born,” you explained softly, turning the album’s pages with care. “Most were taken when your mother and I first met. We kept them hidden… because she was a little shy about them.”

Wanda playfully nudged your arm, her smile a little bashful. “Do you really have to show them? I’d like for our daughter to still respect me, you know.”

You grinned, glancing at your daughter. “Of course, I do! I mean, just look at her. You two are practically twins—it’s adorable.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, though her blush deepened. “You’re having too much fun with this.”

As you flipped another page, your daughter gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. Wanda’s face turned a deep shade of red as she quickly covered her face with her hands, her embarrassment palpable. You, however, couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me you were so cool?” Y/D/N exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she snatched the album from you, flipping through the pictures like a child on Christmas morning.

“What do you mean “were”?” Wanda huffed in mock offense. “I’m still cool!”

A brief silence followed, punctuated only by Wanda’s playful exasperation. You reached out, squeezing her hand, the warmth of her skin grounding both of you. The resemblance between mother and daughter was striking, as if time had folded in on itself. “That picture,” you said, pointing to a particular one, “was taken around the time I first met your mom. She was this emo, tough, and incredibly intimidating girl—” You started dramatically, glancing at Wanda, who shot you a half-hearted glare.

“Okay, okay, no need to humiliate me further,” Wanda cut in, trying to maintain some shred of dignity.

“Humiliate?” You softened your voice, your eyes meeting hers. “That was the version of you I fell in love with.” You turned another page, your tone warm and nostalgic. “I mean, the whole ‘bad girl’ thing really worked for me.”

“Mom, gross!” Y/D/N laughed, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust.

You nudged her playfully. “Oh, hush. What I’m trying to say is… I fell in love with that Wanda, and every version after her.”

With each page you turned, years passed in the photographs. Different styles, changing haircuts, moments of growth captured in still images. But one thing remained constant—your love.

“…and the next,” you continued quietly. “Because that’s what love is. It’s not about how someone dresses or looks. It’s about loving them for who they are, through every version, and with how they express themselves to the world.”

You closed the album gently and reached for your daughter’s hands, holding them tenderly. “That’s why no matter how you choose to present yourself, it will never change how we feel about you. You are our daughter, and we will always love you—no matter what.” Y/D/N smiled, her eyes bright with relief and understanding. Wanda, still blushing from your words, looked at both of you with so much love that it was almost overwhelming. A sudden thought crossed her mind, her lips curving into a small, playful smile.

“You know,” Wanda began, her voice light, “if you’re interested, I still have some of those clothes.”

Your daughter’s eyes lit up. “No way.”

“Oh yes, way. Why don’t you start by heading up to the attic? I’ll join you in a sec.”

In an instant, your daughter gave Wanda a quick, excited hug before practically running towards the stairs. You and Wanda exchanged a glance, bursting into quiet laughter. As you stood up, Wanda caught you by the waist, pulling you close, her eyes filled with nothing but love. For a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you. She leaned in and kissed you, slow and tender.

“Mama! Do you still have that red jacket?” your daughter called from upstairs, breaking the moment. Wanda sighed, chuckling under her breath as she pulled away.

“I do!” Wanda called back, her voice filled with affection. “In fact, that jacket I stole from Auntie Nat!”

Another excited shriek echoed down the stairs, and you both shared a fond look.

“I better go before she tears down the attic,” Wanda said with a small smile, taking a step back.

You nodded, watching her as she began to leave, but she paused at the doorway and turned back, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Hey,” she whispered, “I am cool, right?”

A full, hearty laugh escaped you, the sound filling the room with warmth. “Yeah, Wanda. You’re the coolest.”

Wanda grinned, the playful tension melting away as she disappeared up the stairs, leaving you with a heart full of love and a smile that lingered long after she was gone.

[kittarts]

Barbie meme