#his name was Bart and he was beautiful

[7classyantiquestores]

I made the (possibly questionable, considering proximity to the Elden Ring DLC) decision to start playing through Inquisition again, just to get my memory refreshed before Veilguard comes out (further questionable because I rarely buy games on launch anyways but whatever lol).

Long and the short of it, I decided to just focus on the main story this time (instead of clearing the majority of the side content like my first time), and I am stunned how much better the story and overall experience is. Like, there is so much bloat in this game that could have been cut out, leaving more time and budget for the core game.

It’s a pretty transformative experience, because I borderline hated this game the first time. I pressed to the end, because I’m completionist to a fault, but I found myself entirely unable to understand what people liked about it. The story felt stale and scattered, the main quests felt like an afterthought (and were often too easy due to my being overlevel), and the bulk of work (ie side quests) my Inquisitor did was boring, repetitive, and poorly justified within the context of the story.

But by ignoring any quest that the main plot doesn’t put me in the direct path of, I’m actually kind of getting it this time, which is crazy to me. I also played a character that was more tailored to the story (a human Faithful rather than a diplomatic but ultimately agnostic dwarf), which is also helping. I think they clearly had a kind of story they wanted to tell, but nearly destroyed it (to my eyes anyways) by weighing it down it with unnecessary extra content. But there’s some really good stuff in there, if you sweep away all the bloat. It’s still not a perfect game, of course. But no game is perfect, and I do really think the things I have gripes with would have been given a bit more love if the team didn’t be stuck with the impossible task of turning a tight story-driven tactics-based RPG into a huge open-world action RPG. I really hope that BioWare learns from this (and from their stumbles with Andromeda and Anthem, not to mention), and return to form with Veilguard. Tight, focused, narrative-driven RPG. Not being everything to everyone, just doing a couple things very well. This is what BioWare has always been good at, and above everything else (including my precious logic-based tactics system lol), that’s what I hope to see them do in Veilguard.

TLDR; if you ever bounced off Inquisition but feel the urge to try again with the approaching release of Veilguard, I recommend giving it a shot, with the following advice: 1) Ignore everything in the game that didn’t come up along the path of a main quest, unless it actually sound narratively significant (sorry farmer with the missing druffalo, I’ve got a world to save). 2) Beyond that, I advise trying a human or elf PC, and be either Faithful (meaning to believe in Andraste, not necessarily fully embracing the Herald title if you don’t want to) or else be really into the Dalish stuff (mainly if you’re an elf). That’ll make your character actually feel meaningfully integrated in the main story. It’s made a big difference for me, anyways.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #24: The Midwest Prince(ss)

Danny is a Singer/Siren/Banshee au where he’s basically a Chappel Roan-type figure.( Also, I'm Dead on Main trash so Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Celebrity x Civilian romance for two of my favorite boys)

Danny’s Ghostly Wail develops into vocal manipulation bc he’s a siren or banshee. Ember teaches him to sing and control the power. He finds music is a good outlet for his emotions and decides to pursue music as Danny. It takes him a few years but he develops a style and brand that he bases off the Realms. However, he doesn’t anyone to connect him to Phantom so he uses parts of his ancestors’ names to become “Walker Gale”(shout out to my beautiful mutual @mirigold-mayflowers for helping me pick that name), ordinary small-town midwestern boy turned Music Icon. He hires Val as his personal bodyguard, Sam as his manager, and Tucker as his head stage tech.

He dresses in really campy clothes the low-key mimic his ghost form as well as other ghosts he’s met. The outfits change to match the vibe of the song. So a rock ballad with an outfit inspired by Ember, Show Tunes-Murder Mystery-type-beat with a costume for Amorpho, EDM-techno-hyperpop themed song styled after Technus or Skulker, etc. He just has a lot of fun experimenting with his appearance and he’s an icon for it. He even makes friends with Star and Paulina through this and they give him feedback and help with new looks. The eventually join the team as his PR and Styling team.

Since he’s a banshee/siren all his songs have this underlying despair/sadness even if they have a fun and bubbly beat. He also references his feelings about being/hiding as Phantom and being partially dead and shit but vaguely so no one actually knows or assumes it’s a metaphor. Many of the themes are actually things lgbtq people identify with, specifically trans and bi fans. He also references battles he’s fought and ppl assumes he’s talking about mental illness or abuse which attracts another category of fans altogether. Again inspired by Chappel Roan his first album his called "The Ascent and Downfall of a Midwest Prince" gaining him the nickname the "Midwest Prince".

He’s weird and unfiltered and full of emotion and he gains a few fans in the hero community too. Raven and Zatanna start a fan club for him, well aware he’s some type of banshee/siren but knowing that the extent of his powers are being used to deliver beautiful performances. The are staunch supporters of him and his music and spread it to their friends. The current fan club is Co-Presidents Zatanna + Raven, VP Greta(Secret, a.k.a: a ghost hero), Starfire, Bart, Cassie, Tim, Kon + Jon, Steph, Cass, and Billy.

His identifying features are a signature make-up look and white underdye (when the color is on the underside of the hair). He’s grown his hair longer so it’s not super visible when he has it down and not styled. He also looks different without make-up so he can totally go unrecognized in public and live life semi-normal (as normal as a half-ghost vigilante powerhouse superstar can be). He actually planned it to be that way so that he could still go to college and stuff even though he’s doing it mostly online. All this to say that Danny has low-key got a Hannah Montana thing going on. Also, let's mix it up a bit and say he's based in Star City.

One day Danny goes to a second-hand book store because he's looking for a cheap textbook when he bumps into an absolute hunk of a man who doesn't seem to recognize him. Jason had been in Star City to visit Roy and Lian. He stopped at a second-hand bookstore to see if he look for some older editions of books (one time he found a second edition copy of Persuasion so he likes to peruse) and ran into a super pretty boy who made his chest feel funny and doesn't realize he's a Wayne. They got to talking about started really connecting. They decided to exchange numbers and kept in touch, meeting up every now and then when they had the chance. Danny gave him his private social media accounts so Jason never learned much more beyond that Danny worked in the music industry but not his exact role in it.

Eventually Danny moves to Gotham, either bc he switched labels or to be closer to Jazz whose doing her doctorate thesis on reforms that need to be made in Arkham. He and Jason begin meeting up in person more frequently and start catching feelings. Danny really wants to ask him out but feels sleazy doing it without telling Jason about his past and superstar alter ego. However, he also doesn't want to lose the mostly normal friendship they have. On the flipside Jason wants to date Danny but doesn't want to drag him into the life of a vigilante or the life of a Wayne. Both of them Pine and Agonize over this. In the end Danny decides to bite the bullet and tell Jason who he is, every part of who he is. He invites Jason over for a movie night and tells him he's got something important to tell Jason.

That same day Starfire decides to introduce Walker Gale's work to the other Outlaws and Jason really resonates with his work. He identifies with the lyrics on a literal and physical level and recognizes the underlying emotions that usually only other ghosts or liminals can. Starfire overjoyed that her friend likes his music decides to show Jason some of his music videos and photos. Jason, not being blind or an idiot, recognizes not only the props and costumes but his crushes face under that (very well done) make-up.

Jason is stunned and conflicted: it’s not like Danny lied to him about who he was, but he was entirely truthful either. Did he assume Jason knew? Or did he just not trust Jason? Why did he even bother with Jason, a seemingly regular guy, if he had such a claim to fame? And Jason keeps listening to his music and it’s speaks to him the same way hanging out with Danny does, making him feel seen and connected. It makes him all the more sure that someone incredible as Danny doesn’t need someone like Jason. He heads to Danny’s place that night very subdued.

He gets to Danny’s place and the smile that greets him twists him up inside. He puts on a mask and tries to act normal but Danny can tell somethings up but persists as he has made up his mind to be clear with Jason. He sits him down and tells him there is something important he wants to tell Jason. He starts by letting Jason know that he cares about him very much and appreciates the normality and closeness of their friendship. He confesses that he doesn't normally get that bc well, he's the superstar "Walker Gale". Danny goes onto say that the reason he didn't say anything earlier was because he treasures the simplicity of what he had with Jason and the reason he's telling him now is because he couldn't continue a relationship that he wants more from without being completely honest.

Jason's heart thunders in his chest and he stares at Danny with a slightly constipated look. Danny asks Jason what's wrong and on an impulse Jason word vomits his feelings. That he actually found out through a friend earlier today, that he really connected to his music the same way he did with Danny, that he's never felt seen the way Danny sees through him, that he's never felt the same way as deeply before, that he's completely and utterly in love with Danny but was scared to say anything and get him involved with his crazy life and the Waynes. And Danny sits and listens shellshocked.

And the only thing Danny can think to do is kiss this incredible boy senseless and tell him that if he likes him back then they can figure it out.

[sunshinescribes]

Hi! Can I request how law would react if his partner calls him baby or babe (any pet names) by accident in front of everyone? The crew doesn’t really know but they got a feeling they’re dating

Baby

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x GN!Reader

Warning: Established Relationship, Heart Pirates shenanigans, Soft Law, Reader is stupid in love with Law (as we all are)

You swear you can hear color and see sound…or at least you feel like you can.

Pulling an all-nighter working on internal ship repairs seemed like such a good idea in theory. It felt like pure genius on your part, being able to avoid the headache of having to work around your unruly crewmates—or worse, having to stop completely.

You love them, you really do, but your fellow Heart Pirates are a rowdy bunch. You don’t entirely blame them, though. It’s difficult being stuck in the ocean’s depths for days on end, missing the blinding sun and salty sea air—you hunger for it just as much as anyone, but when denied, you’d at least like to make certain that the Polar Tang is able to get you all to your next destination in one piece.

All your hard work and good intentions, and yet you had failed to consider one pivotal component: how long it would take to complete your repairs. The hours had passed in the blink of an eye, and much to your surprise, your late-night work had spilled into the early morning hours.

 You wonder how Law does it. He spends nights nose-deep in medical texts or hunched over his desk, flipping between scrolls and maps with ease. The dark circles under his eyes are a clear sign that he doesn’t get nearly as much sleep as he needs, but he moves and thinks like a fully rested man. Even when you slip into his room in the late hours, mindful of making sure your crewmates don’t know where you run off to, you find Law at his desk, lost in that brilliant mind of his.

He makes it look good, but you aren’t so sure you can say the same. You trudge down the narrow halls of the Polar Tang like an undead creature—sluggish and half-alert.

But you’re so close. Nearly done with your work. All you need is just one final push, a little boost to keep you on the mend. You can already taste the creamy milk and rich espresso on your tongue, topped with a dribble of caramel, just for that additional burst of energy. Yes, that’s exactly what you need.

You feel like you could float into the mess hall if you weren’t so worn. You nearly stumble as you push your way inside, avoiding Bepo while he rushes to his seat with Shachi and Penguin in tow. The trio is already deep in an argument that you can’t quite make out but know isn’t even worth listening to. You swear those three share blood, even if Bepo isn’t human.

Ikkaku is already seated, protecting her plate from Hakugan, who still can’t seem to grasp the concept of keeping his grubby little hands out of other people's plates, no matter how many times Ikkaku or Jean Bart try to beat it into him.

Others slip in and out of the mess hall, exchanging a kind greeting or snide remark before shuffling to their stations.

You hear Law before you see him, his rich voice carrying through the crowded space as he calmly explains to Uni that the Polar Tang will have to make port soon. You can’t help but stare. Even in your hazy, sleep-deprived state, Law is still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Reliable as always, Uni nods before rushing to the control room. Law catches sight of you as you stagger towards the counter. His expression is flat, his lips pulled in a tight line, but you notice the softness in his eyes. No matter how convincing his scowl may be, his eyes are always so telling—the singular piece of his soul he can’t hide.

He shifts closer, leaving a respectable space so as not to draw attention to you two. “Good morning.”

You yawn the greeting back unceremoniously, and god, you swear you feel your heart stutter when you glimpse the smile he’s trying so hard to hide.

“Late night?”

Your response is a tired hum. A joke sits comfortably on your tongue, but you can’t compel yourself to say it. You need your morning boost before you fall face-flat on the floor. You glance up at the cupboard, too tired to struggle.

“Baby,” you call, your voice slightly slurred, “can you pass me a cup?"

Law reaches above you, finding the mug you always seem to gravitate to—it’s nearly in his hands before he stops suddenly.

He stands as still as a statue, and you know your confusion is evident. 

The sudden silence that falls over the room doesn’t help. You can’t make out the usual jokes and jabs shared at the tables. No clattering forks. No loud, obnoxious slurping.

Did you push yourself too far? Is this what sleep-deprivation psychosis feels like?

“…baby?” Penguin questions.

Oh.

Oh shit.

The voices come all at once. A shrill cry from Bepo. Shocked laughter from Jean Bart. Shachi and Penguin yell over each other, triumphantly claiming they knew it. The only person who seems wholly unaffected is Ikkaku, who shoots you a knowing grin before returning her attention to her plate.

You glance at Law, who glares at his crew as a multitude of questions are fired his way. Each inquiry is louder than the last, and voices begin to blend as your crewmates shout over each other, desperately trying to get to the bottom of your secret relationship.

Maybe it’s the sleep-deprived delirium that makes the situation funnier than it actually is, because you laugh. Inelegant and uncontrolled. You shoot Law an apologetic glance, attempting to look as guilty as you feel, but from the way your shoulders shake and your lip quivers, you know you look anything but.

You expect his signature scowl—the look that makes marines blood run cold—but you receive something far sweeter—that surprised, uncertain smile that makes Law look years younger. His irritation has a habit of fading when you laugh, as if your joy is contagious.

He ignores the cries of his crew, finally passing you your cup.

“Sorry,” you whisper, trying to sound regretful, but your voice sounds far too cherry, laced with laughter.

“Don’t be.” There’s a devious glint in his golden eyes, and you hear the tell-tale sound of his room being created before you even see the blue film that contains it. “You have to deal with them now.”

You swear you hear that snarky chuckle of his, but he’s gone too quick, replaced with a crumpled piece of paper. There’s a moment of silence, a temporary peace, before all eyes fall on you, and the questions spill forth once more.

A/N: I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG TO FINISH THIS REQUEST!! Despite that, I hope you enjoyed!

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[brucewaynehater101]

so in a number of ancient cultures it was inappropriate, unacceptable, and probably even an executable offense to look directly at the emperor with the idea that they have divine right to rule or they're descended from the gods or whatever.

Space Emperor Tim of many names had made it no longer an executable offense but his planets still find it very disrespectful for anyone, besides the royal consorts, to look directly at their baby space emperor. They actually appreciate and approve that he wears a mask, so clever and considerate of their baby emperor to restrain his divine glory in such a way! He's also a babie and so it's inappropriate and unacceptable to the empire for anyone to go around and have actual realistic images of their emperor or his equally babie consorts around everywhere. Instead all images of the imperial group is very stylized or they all incorporate the emperor's mask on not just him but also his consorts/bodyguards/whatever they are to him on whatever planet. Further, even on just one planet there are a lot of different ideas of what makes someone or something beautiful but fortunately for C4 all shades of human skin tend to be perceived as a color usually used on something to make it seem extra cute, and their relative smallness make all of them, especially Bart with the fluffy hair, the equivalent of kirby in the eyes of the empire, smol, adorable, probably able to destroy everything but you forget because, again, smol and adorable.

That being said, all the merch, from statues to commemorative spoons, tend to be recognizably probably a human in a mask and that's as close to being identifiably any member of the C4 that they typically get.

Tim has put in protocols just in case someone tries to visit the empire while impersonating him or any of his friends. So far no one has tried but if Damian ever goes to the empire as Robin he's going to inadvertently be dealing with some trouble. Or he may get written off as a baby cosplaying as their beloved emperor and Damian will be extremely pissed off because people are being condescending and cooing at him for the respect he's displaying towards their beloved emperor.

It would be hella cool if some of the planets gifted YJ a variety of masks. Perhaps the team ends up with a collection of different styled masks (with various beauty standards and styles) as the planets' gesture of gratitude, respect, and reverence. Some are styled similar to discowing, but others have wildly complex designs or simplified ones.

It'd be cool to see various designs, colors, concepts, etc. The regular Robin mask is used most often in fanart, but perhaps they play around with mask designs.

I think Damian would enjoy learning about different animals species on the planets. Maybe Tim entrusts upkeeping planet ecological systems to him at some point

[dairy-farmer]

Was thinking about what cute names Bruce’s grandchildren would call Him and Tim.

I think Bruce would either have a very strong opinion very early on. He would be very formal about it too and maybe wait till a large number of the family is present and announce what he would like his grandparent name to be. He wouldn’t go into sentimental detain just announce it then proceed to not take any questions or input about it.

I want Bruce’s to end up something stupidly cute in the end though. Maybe he had picked something but the poor baby never liked it or could never say it. No matter how much Bruce held them and said ‘ Opa’ or ‘Pa’ or ‘Grandpa’.

The thing is the oldest or firstborn grand children usually end up picking their grandparents names. All the babies that come along later all just know them as that. So Bruce is forever something Like Buba or BooBoo. This is of course encouraged by the child’s parents and auntie and uncle because it is hilarious.

Then I started thinking about alternative grandparents names that are kinda made up and personal. Like the ways babies can’t talk and often miss pronouns names and then you get stuck with other a totally bizarre one like;

‘BAH BAH’ ‘ NAR-nee’ ‘wubbie’ I have a friend that helped raise her much younger sibling and he pronounced her name like a literal little ‘sneeze’ sound “ah-Choo” but in the cutest baby voice.

OR

sometimes small children imitate their parents behaviour and learn to call their mum or dad ‘babe’ or ‘honey’ ‘dear’ ‘sweetheart’ it literally the cutest most beautiful thing ever! It is such a pure reflection of their parents love and affection in tiny baby toddlers form 🥰😍😭 Imagine all the grand children calling Timmy “My Love” “Baby” “Darling” because that’s is what they hear him being called 24/7 so they just come to think that his name 🥺🥺😩

So I thing it would be so so so cute if Tim had the most heartwarminy cute name gifted to him by all his grand babies 🥰☺️

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Bonus-

Another of mine has over like 20 nieces and nephews all under 10 y/o who all call her ‘Aunty Poo’ This was a genuine miss-pronunciation of her name and now ten years on it has gone too far to stop. So now her entire family now refers to her as that. (( uncle roy coded 😩 or wait no even better Uncle Bart… Uncle Fart )))

🥹🥹🥹🥹 bruce being called by a cutesy, childish little name by his grandchildren, straight up just being referred to by baby babble at some point 🥹

[moutainrusing]

Hello, lovely idea!

I would like to request a treat 🍬

James/Barty Prompt: sleepover

Thank you in advance! ✨️And of course no pressure at all, only do it if it inspires you!

Tripping over themselves with laughter, James and Sirius raced down the corridor, away from the classroom where they had just left Barty Crouch Jr. tied to a chair with glue in his shoes and sequins in his hair. It was a well-deserved prank, if they did say so themselves. Slytherins were slytherining, like the disgusting, slimy gits that they were… James and Sirius were the heroes, swooping in to defeat them.

“Barfymius,” James cracked up again.

“Fartemius, Farty Barty!” Sirius jeered. “Even his parents don’t love him!”

James paused, laugh caught in his throat. He choked a bit, shocked. “What?”

Sirius gave him a strange look. “Of course his parents don’t love him, no one loves him.”

James frowned. “He has to have at least one person who loves him.”

Sirius shrugged, “Nah, he doesn’t deserve it.”

“But�� everyone deserves some love. I love you, my parents love me,” James stated matter-of-factly.

Sirius wrinkled his nose, “But who would want to love Bart— ha, I can’t say it. Barfymius. That’s better.”

James pursed his lips, then decided, “Save me a plate in the Great Hall.” With that, he rushed right back to the classroom where Barty Crouch Jr. was. He hoped Barty was still there – Barty had a knack for easily getting himself out of unfeasible situations. James supposed it was his brain, fast and logical, processing information in a second and spitting out the answer in less than that. James couldn’t wrap his head around the way Barty’s mind worked; it was on another level, like intelligence was sown into every fold of it, and how could Barty’s parents not love that?

Barty had twelve Outstandings under his belt, top marks in all of his OWLs, and did his parents just not… appreciate that? Even James appreciated Barty’s brain, the perfect Slytherin for pranking, equally quick-witted and agile as James himself. Sure, Slytherins were evil and awful, but Barty was… more than that. Or maybe James was seeing it wrong. Was being cunning necessarily a bad thing? On Barty, it was an incredible thing.

Of course, James still hated all Slytherins, but it didn’t make sense for people to only be evil. There was obviously more to a person than that. Sirius was sometimes cruel, and he was brave and beautiful too. James knew he was overly arrogant (he could be self-aware!) but he was also kind, wasn’t he? He tried to be kind. He didn’t try to be arrogant, he actually tried not to be, but maybe in the way that intelligence was a part of Barty, James’s arrogance was a part of himself.

All these personality traits did become destructive in large doses, but that was why there was more to a person than just one quality. James was brave, kind, clever, mean. Barty was… Barty was talented. Barty was loyal to a fault. Barty was vengeful, creepy, unconventional, funny, he was… he was more than just his house. More than just his name.

James burst into the classroom, where Barty was furiously kicking the chair he’d been tied to, shoes slightly damp and a few sequins still clinging to his hair.

“You should keep the sequins,” James nodded to Barty’s head.

Barty whipped around to glare at him, “Fuck off, Potter.”

He reached to fruitlessly extract the sequins from his hair, but James leaped forward, hand on his wrist. “Erm— they look pretty,” he shrugged. They did. They reflected Barty’s hair in multiple colours, shimmering facets of Barty’s personality, a sharp-edged jewel, a smooth mirror ball, round, jagged, pieced together.

Barty stared at him in disgust, then curiosity, eyes moving between James’s face and the hand on his wrist. In an instant, Barty was smirking. That was how quick he was. That was how perceptive he was. James was pretty sure the awe was written all over his expression, and he knew Barty could read it like a book.

“You should come over to mine,” James blurted. “We could have a sleepover, and you can meet my parents. My parents love everyone.”

Barty knocked James’s hand away, lips curling into a snarl, “The fuck—?”

James looked him in the eye. “You know I— I care about you. I wouldn’t target you so much if I didn’t care.”

Barty raised an eyebrow, “I’m aware.”

“You’re aware of everything,” James rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“I know I am,” Barty smirked.

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 3; part 2: body art

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | new piercings & tattoo 🦈 sharks are my absolute favorite

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jackhughes how were you so calm throughout this process? i got a tiny one and it hurt so much 😫  | yourinstagram i have a higher pain tolerance than you, obviously 😉  | lhughes_06 he cried like a little girl and it was hilarious 😂  | jackhughes i'll admit that i did in fact cry but i definitely did not cry like a little girl, luke  | _quinnhughes luke that was you

_quinnhughes and now we have 3 matching ones 🦈🍀

user12 so much pain tolerance 😊

elblue6 love the piercings, darling 😊

tdemko30 glad to see you took my piercing suggestions

jamie.drysdale baby shark 😏  | yourinstagram no ✋🏻

user13 jack has another tattoo?!?  | user06 what is it?  | user13 no idea yet but hopefully someone gives us some inside information  | yourinstagram it’s 4 letters, one for his name, one for my name and one for both luke and quinn 👍🏻

trevorzegras we need to get a tattoo together now 😔  | yourinstagram come visit and we can 😊  | trevorzegras got the next flight out 😏

user11 the way you have these boys just wrapped around your finger is amazing 🤩

rutgermcgroarty thanks for inviting me to witness luke cry like a baby 😂  | yourinstagram anytime 😏

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yourinstagram | for the boys that are my star, my moon and my sun ⭐️🌙☀️  tagged: lhughes_06, _quinnhughes, jackhughes

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jackhughes ☀️

_quinnhughes 🌙

lhughes_06 ⭐️

bboeser loving this

user16 a beautiful tattoo with a beautiful meaning behind it ❤️

tdemko30 awe you got the one i suggested 😊

jamie.drysdale such a sweet one

trevorzegras i love this but obviously not as much as our matching one 😉

elblue6 we have the same sun, star and moon 😊

_eliaspettersson ☀️🌙⭐️

jackhughes this was such a surprise but i am so honored to be your sun ☀️❤️

rutgermcgroarty perfect tattoo

user07 these boys really are your whole world aren’t they?  | yourinstagram absolutely 💕

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trevorzegras | while not my sister in the ‘traditional’ sense, y/n is my sister in every aspect of life. don't know where i'd be without her honestly 😊❤️  tagged: yourinstagram

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yourinstagram prison probably 🙄  | yourinstagram just kidding, obviously. love you trev 😊

user13 love this sibling dynamic between you two

jamie.drysdale the tattoos represent you two so much  | yourinstagram i know right? trevor picked them out  | jamie.drysdale knew he had some taste 😏

lhughes_06 not even real siblings but y’all fight like it 😊  | jackhughes it’s the same for me and y/n too  | yourinstagram i fight with everyone 😄  | lhughes_06 not me 😊  | _quinnhughes you don’t fight with me 😃

_quinnhughes the perfect tattoo 😊

user01 bart and lisa are iconic siblings but certainly not as iconic as y/n & trevor 😂

jackhughes absolutely love this tattoo

user16 a guy and girl CAN be friends. it really is possible 😮  | trevorzegras surprising isn’t it? 😂  | yourinstagram i love trevor a lot but he is definitely ONLY my friend 👍🏻  | trevorzegras best friend*  | yourinstagram pushing your luck, bud ✋🏻

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[holyadoptionpapersbatman]

Wendolyn "Wendy" Jane

Here's a fic idea that I'll never be able to flesh out because I'm super burned out, but here's my take on a TimKon Clonebaby AU!!

***

So, when Tim was kicked out of the window, he didn't bother to call Kon because he thought the whole encounter he had with him was a hallucination. But, he's calm. And an extra thought he had as he fell was that his and Kon's clone-baby is secured with Martha Kent.

"I can't wait to meet you, Wendy," he says as he falls.

No one catches Tim.

Dick was too late.

Another family member he wasn't fast enough to catch.

***

Kon, Bart, Cassie and the rest of YJ had been devastated when they heard the news. Tim's body was going to be cremated, so chances of him being brought back to life by enemies would be nonexistent.

To comfort himself, Kon walks into the room Wendy had been lightly snoring in.

When Kon came back with Bart, he was surprised to see this baby in Ma's arms, wondering if he actually landed himself in an alternate dimension. But when Ma explained the circumstances of her birth, that Tim tried creating clones of him and Bart to bring them back into his life, Kon gently took the baby into his arms and wept. Then, he went to find Tim.

He didn't think Tim was crazy, but the whole time he was with him, Tim was definitely not in his right mind.

Now, Wendy won't know who her other dad was. Because Tim's gone.

But not completely gone.

Unlike Kon and Bart who left only memories of themselves, Tim left this child. She's not Tim, but she's made with all of his desperation and love.

Kon, after a few hours of mourning, vows to take care of her the best he could.

***

"Pa, why I haf two fiwst names?" Wendy asks one night as she's tucked into bed, after her first day of school. "An' why's my nickname Wendy?"

Kon chuckled. "Your nickname is Wendy because it's the name of my favorite character from my and your daddy's favorite show," he explained, also tucking in her favorite stuffed animal since she was a baby - a chubby, red duck called Mr. Duck. She immediately hugs it close to her and snuggles into its head. Mr. Duck gave out a hearty 'QUACK!' that sounds a lot like Tim's voice.

Kon's heart doesn't ache anymore. Just bursts with love.

Then, picking up the book, 'How to be a Pirate', Kon opens it and flips it to the bookmarked page, a new chapter of when Hiccup and the rest of the Hooligan boys discovers a coffin. This is the 19th time they're reading this book. And it will take 20 more times until they move on to the next book of the How to Train Your Dragon series.

"Your name 'Jane' is from your daddy's mom's name. Her name was 'Janet', and your dad was downright a mama's boy," he continued, causing Wendy to giggle.

"An' Daddy's name's Tim, wight?" she asked.

"Timothy, actually," said Kon. "Timothy Jackson Drake. He has a long name like you. But he likes being called Tim. Just Tim. Not Timmy. Not TJ. And definitely not Timberlina."

Wendy cackles loudly, kicking her legs up and repeating with her lisps Tim's funny 'Timberlina' nickname over and over.

Then, once she's done laughing, Kon starts reading.

The chapter isn't even over and his little girl, his and Tim's little girl, is already asleep.

***

There was a skateboard in the attic. It was right beside this box full of envelopes and journals handwritten by her late Dad, and it had some kind of engine at its base. It also had a whole bunch of scratches on its underside.

It's also one of the most beautiful things 12 years old Wendy had ever seen.

"Pa!" she shouts, running down the stairs to the kitchen, finding Aunt Pru and Aunt Cassie burning down her Pa's stove, like usual. She turns to her Pa who had his head in his hands, most likely trying to calculate how much he needs to buy himself a new stove. "Pa, can we buy me a skateboard?"

Aunt Pru smirks. "Tryin' ta' get cool with the boys, are we?"

Wendy rolls her eyes. Her? Getting cool with the boys? Not a chance. She couldn't fit in with anyone if she tried.

She's heard stories of her dad being able to become friends with anyone, from jocks to nerds. He wasn't popular, but people of all kinds just seem to be able to hang out with him with no trouble.

Not to mention, both of her dads looked unfairly handsome in their teens. It really wasn't fair when the beauty gene doesn't get passed down or genetically inputted into her. Ugh.

But, scratch that!

"Pa! Can we?? Buy a skateboard?"

Pa glanced to his stove. Then to Wendy.

It really wasn't a choice to begin with.

"Sure, I also know someone who could teach you," he said.

***

"YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY DAUGHTER BACK TO THE PAST?!"

Bart rolled his eyes. "It wasn't an accident. She was meant to go for a little time-travel adventure!"

"Of course you'd know that," muttered Kon.

Away from them, Lizzie laughed. "I remember my time-travel adventure!" she said, ignoring Jon's deadpan stare towards her and Damian's completely subtle wince. "I got an A+ on my essay!!"

Kon ignored Lizzie and started pacing the floor. "Our timeline could be changing and we wouldn't even know it!"

"Thank you!" Jon said, throwing his hands up finally feeling validated.

Damian rolled his eyes. "We're fine, aren't we? The universe isn't getting destroyed or fading from existence. Additionally, Allan did mention she was meant to travel back in time."

Bart wiped a fake tear away from his eye. "Thanks, Dames."

Damian scoffed.

On Wendy's side, she was standing right in front of an abandoned warehouse in Paris. Or, to be more specific, an abandoned Lex Corp Cloning Facility.

She clutched the letter in her hand and stepped inside.

'I guess I'm illegally a Parisian,' thought Wendy as she walked through the creepy halls, further down into where the cloning tech could be.

Then, finally, she reached it, the big, green 'ATTEMPT 100 SUCCESS' glaring back at her.

Looking before the railings, she finds a familiar figure. One she's only seen in pictures. But, instead of the strong, smart and confident hero, she sees the most broken and saddest teenager in existence.

"Dad..." she calls, heartbroken.

Her dad's head snap's up, but he slowly stands protectively, clutching the bundle in his arms closer to his chest.

He takes one look at Wendy, and--

He...

He relaxes. He relaxes his hold. His stance. His everything.

He goes up to Wendy, a hand reaching out to gently caress her face.

"You have my mom's eyes," he said.

Wendy smiled back at him. "Yeah," she says, her voice almost a whisper.

"You have Kon's stupid smile, too."

Wendy rolls her eyes. "Pa keeps telling me it's your stupid smile, Dad."

Her Dad laughs. He's almost in disbelief. But.

"How are you here?" he asked.

Wendy opened her mouth, then carefully chose her words. "You left a letter for me. For my sixteenth birthday. I'm not going to get into detail what you wrote in it but, you said it was okay to tell you that you encouraged me to head to the past and--- here I am."

Her dad's brows scrunched together, the same way she saw in stolen pics how her own brows does.

"And you're okay to be in the same... vicinity as... your past self?" he asked.

Wendy nodded her head. "Uncle Damian told me so!"

Her dad laughed, bewildered. "Uncle Damian!?"

Wendy nodded. "He's an ass, but his heart is made of gold." She reached a hand out for her Dad to take. "I have so much family growing up, Dad. I... I have so much to tell you."

Nobody told Wendy how her Dad died. Or when he died. Just that he did.

So, lets her Dad take her to this apartment he rented. It was barely touched, there wasn't even the mess he was known for making. She guesses the mess was down at the clone labs.

But, once the both of them settled down, her dad changed into more comfortable clothing. And. It was almost like looking at a mirror.

Wendy's heart burst with emotion.

From there, they both exchanged stories of their lives until it turned morning.

She watched as how tenderly her Dad held her baby-self with the same love her Pa gave her. She longed for it. But. She couldn't stay any longer. She felt the timer Uncle Bart gave her vibrate in her pocket.

"I have to go back," she said.

Her dad nodded, gently laying her baby self in the middle of the bed. Then, he turned to her with his arms open wide.

Wendy took it. She hugged him back just as tightly.

Then, after a heartfelt goodbye, she left the apartment.

And then, she disappeared home.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

2024 April fools and Anniversary Event Prompt List part 2

See what the event was and it's rule here!

Hero! Prompts:

Hero Gremlin

Tim and Bart go a little date but it interrupted by a new unknown enemy, a ghost!

Hero Jayden

It’s been two decades since Jazz moved away, changed thier name, and got married to one Dr. Thomas Wayne. It doesn’t change much, but there’s a reason Bruce can blend into shadows so well.

Jazz always felt a little different. Some days they’re a “her” and some they’re a “him” and some days none of the above. When they finally moved to Gotham, it was all too easy for Jasmine Fenton to become Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton, or just Jae.

Hero Hollow Mashiro

Danny eats the spirit of Gotham and gets tied to the city. Oops.

Danny gets cursed to haunt/power an amulet. This amulet is taken to the Batcave (or some other Bat base) after being taken from a rogue magic user. Cue a haunting as Danny tries to communicate that he wants to be free.

Villains! Prompts:

Villain Ghost Goose

It's a beautiful day in Amity Park, and there is a horrible goose running amok with intangibility. Dangerous? No. Petty and annoying? Oh yes. But how hard can wrangling one wily waterfowl be? Surprisingly hard.

Villain Aryn/Insom

the best way to flirt with a protection spirit is to offer to protect them or what is theirs Tim made this mistake, but he can't bring himself to regret it cause now he's got a man who so gently man-handles him into self care

Villain Bucket O’Randomness

Bruce meets Talia while abroad, but never trains with the League of Assassins and thus never makes the connection between the daughter of the Demon Head and his Significant Other. She must then make introductions when dropping off Damian Wayne to explain his behavior and the sudden increase in ninjas plaguing Gotham

Sam and Tucker have combined forces to make Amity a Solarpunk sensation, and now they’ve turned their eyes to fixing the Fentonworks Eyesore. Draw their proposed update to that or another building found in Amity!

Villain Ashfly

When Danny was just 14, his parents built a strange machine; With reflecting glass and metal that gleamed, and water that bubbled an eerie glowing green! When his parents, in victory success celebrated, he descended downstairs to see what they had created; To his surprise, it was not some weaponry or fancy toy; Within that vat, grew a blue-eyed boy! (Fentons work for Cadmus (Contract?))

If anyone wants to use and post with these prompts the Ao3 collection link is here, or post with #April Fools event 2024

[master-kohga-dating-sim]

since people seem to love my evil degasi headcanons, i've decided to create a little mini compilation of a bunch of them. i could elaborate on them more (i also use a ton of them in WBTS) but this is just a quick list

Marguerit blamed herself for Bart's inevitable demise; thinking about everything she blamed herself for was pretty much the only thing she could do during those grueling months in her prawn suit being pulled through the void

Paul actually did love Bart and care about his special interest in marine biology, so he took the detour to 4546B to try to support him

The only time Bart called Paul anything other than "Father" was when Paul died. As Bart watched him getting mauled by the crabsquid, he screamed into his regulator. The name he yelled was "dad"

Bart has scars around his nose from being bitten by a mesmer- a mesmer that made him hallucinate his father crying for help

The last hug Bart ever got (before Ryley) was Paul holding him while the Degasi went down so that any physical damage would be done to him instead of his son

Paul and Bart's mother are divorced (for. ahem. implied reasons *cough cough* "only legitimate child of paul torgal" *cough cough*), so the reason Bart got so upset when Paul and Marguerit fought was because it reminded him of watching Paul and his mother argue when he was little (#projection !!!)

This one is heavily implied by canon but I'm putting it here anyway. Bart never knew why Paul swam towards the crabsquid instead of him- it was because he thought the light from its organs was Bart's seaglide

Bart's base was crushed underneath the Aurora. Outside of WBTS, I hc that he was bedridden and nearly dead from kharaa when it happened- he was laying in his bed underneath a glass roof contemplating how beautiful the world was. As the flaming ship approached, he closed his eyes right before everything went black

might reblog this later with more additions, hope u enjoy

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It's That Time Again!!! (1/5)

Through All of Time and Space: Space alien, Thad Thawne, falls to Earth and takes on the form of Bart Allen, making minor changes according to what he saw in orbit... Tim Drake mistakes him for an angel. (yj98/flashfam; TimThad also TimBart; space alien AU)

A Love For All Seasons: Jay Garrick catalogs the first five years of Judy's life. (flashfam/jsa; JayJoan; no powers AU)

magic yellow lightning: AU where Barry keeps Bart while he recovers from a near-death experience. Bart is four years old, and Barry suggests it'd be best for Bart to stay with him on his vacation. (flashfam; BarryIris; no powers AU)

in between seconds: Don goes to the past to speak with his son, knowing his next mission might be his last. They speak to each other between seconds. (flashfam; MeloniDon; canon divergent AU)

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully Right: Bart accidentally sends two similar text messages to Conner and Preston. (flashfam/yj98; KonBart and PrestonBart)

A Joyful Rebellion: AU where Meloni Thawne recalls her time with Digger Harkness. (flashfam/flash rogues; DiggerMeloni)

Nothing But Time: Tim and Thad are roommates and freshman year classmates at Brentwood Academy. Both tightly wound boys struggle to overcome their differences to pass the class's partner assignment. (yj98/batfam/flashfam; TimThad; boarding school AU/no capes AU)

✨Snippets of the fics under the cut to help you guys decide✨

Through All of Time and Space:

The subject’s name is Tim. Bipedal human creature. Non-childbearing. Blue eyes, dark hair, and fewer organs than documented in human literature. I believe something in him is broken. I wonder if he’ll be useful to me in the future despite this. For now, he’s chosen to keep me a secret. I believe this is for his benefit. He doubts his mental faculties despite my original subject, Bart’s declaration of his intelligence. I needed his assistance to assimilate into Earth's culture. 

Tim’s expressions change when he looks at me. His heartbeat slows and his eyes waver as he studies my form. He fails to understand that Bart is my blueprint for appearance and nothing more. I tried to explain it but the explanations only upset him. Human emotion feels complicated. I took the form of someone he had a fondness for, but he looks at me with pain in his eyes and a heaviness in his heart. I apologize to him for it, and he smiles. I don’t understand him. But I want to.

A Love For All Seasons:

Day One: As she lay on my chest, I remembered touching her little head. It was the size of my palm. My heart skipped a beat and found the rhythm of hers. I glanced at Joan as she slept peacefully in her hospital bed, wondering how she could remain so calm. I felt her hands and feet, counting her fingers and toes as tears streamed down my cheeks. How could I ever sleep again? How could I ever relax, knowing her tiny life was in my hands? Her little head that couldn’t fill up my entire palm? Her tiny fragile body with her perfect little face—. She had a full head of hair. It was the last thing I noticed. I spent so much time worrying that I didn’t notice my daughter’s full head of beautiful brown hair. I didn’t notice my eyes and nose and mouth translated onto her little face. It all sank in at that moment. I would love her forever.

magic yellow lightning:

I put his red rubber rain boots on as he sat with his hands stretched out. “Grandpa? Am I magic now?” Bart questioned. 

“Huh?” I asked in reply.

“I got shocked-ed by lightning. Am I magic now?” Bart asked. I smiled as I held his hand. 

There was no harm in letting him see the accident in a fun light. He survived and that was all that mattered. “Yup… And now that we’ve both been struck by lightning, I can tell you all my magic secrets. You can help me make my potions,” I answered. Bart smiled with his eyes shut. “You can open your eyes. If you keep them closed, we won’t be able to tell if you’ve gotten your sight back.” 

“It’s not bad to open them?” Bart questioned. I kneeled beside him, rubbing a smudge on his cheek with my finger. 

“No, it’s not bad. It’s helpful. You’ll start to see lights again, then shapes, and your sight should come back fully in a few days. It happened to me, too. You’re so brave, Bart. I was really scared when it happened to me, but I’m so proud of you. You’ve been such a big boy,” I commended him. He reached up for me to carry him, and I felt his body go limp in my arms. 

“Not seeing makes me sleepy, Grandpa,” Bart mumbled. I rubbed his back, wondering if I upset him. “How am I gonna watch SpongeBob?” I held back a laugh. 

in between seconds:

Time is a lot like origami paper to me. If I use the speed force like fingers, I can fold a straight line into a three-dimensional object. And in those folds are points in time. When Bart was born, I could feel all the creases in time where he touched. So, I searched for a crease in time where he would understand. I kissed my Bart goodbye and ventured through the folds of time until I saw an opening. A pocket in time where he and I could talk. I waited for him to feel my presence in his time. Bart. 

I felt him before I recognized his face. The speed force carries unique energy for all of us. Dawn felt like cool air like the inside of a tornado. Wally felt like the rumble in a thunderstorm. Bart’s energy felt like rippling rays of sunlight, almost like water. Uncontrolled but uniform. 

He met me in a space between milliseconds. “You’re not supposed to be here,” Bart stated. It wasn’t accusatory. It was an observation. My breath caught, and I wanted to cry, but I had an urgency in me that wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. I touched his face, and he gasped. 

“Dad?” Bart questioned as tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew me by energy alone. I nodded. 

“Hi, Bubs… We’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Don’t we?” I asked, still holding back my tears as I held his face in my hands. I was pure energy, but he was flesh and blood. My flesh and blood. 

Comfortably Wrong, Painfully RIght:

“Okay… Let me get this right: You have a crush on Kon. You have a crush on Preston. You couldn’t decide which one you wanted to ask out, and you were so baked you sent them the same question. Am I getting this?” Cassie questioned. 

Bart nodded. “Oh, you’re fucked. Like this is better than TV,” Cassie laughed. 

“You’re not helping,” Bart half-shouted before lowering his voice, “They’re both coming tonight. I can’t cancel on Preston because he went through a lot to come here, and—.” 

“Cancel on Conner,” Cassie interrupted. 

“I can’t. How do I tell him I take it back?” Bart replied. Cassie groaned. “Exactly!”

A Joyful Rebellion:

I sat there next to him, hiding in a brand-new HDPE pipe for my father’s new construction project. He pushed his feet out, attempting to roll us, and I laughed. “Hey, amnesia boy… Do you wanna do something bad?” I questioned. He grinned, moving to take off his jacket and shirt while I took a lighter out of my pocket. His eyes widened, and he backed away.

“Kinky… But I prefer my pleasure without pain,” he chuckled. I shook my head and climbed over his lap and out of the tube. He followed me, and I reached down into his pocket for his flask. 

“Wanna see something cool?” I questioned. He bounced his head from side-to-side, and I walked toward the wooden structure of the building and took a swig of his ancient alcohol before spitting and lighting a fire. He hooked an arm around my stomach and pulled me away from the blaze as he laughed. 

He rocked as he walked me back and away with two strong arms wrapped around me. “Good on ya! Fuck that building,” he smiled into my neck. He understood me. Even if it was on a base level, he could accept my actions without any explanation. He didn’t care who my father was. All that mattered was me and what I wanted, and I wanted him. 

“It’s my dad’s,” I replied. He froze, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“Fuck him,” he whispered. And the weight fell off of me. “Yeah, fuck him. What does he matter? Whatever he did to make you feel this way… Fuck him.” 

Nothing But Time:

Thad sighed as he sprayed the room with an air freshener and opened the window. “God,” Thad groaned as he stifled a gag. He asked for a new roommate, but he didn’t expect someone like that. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he looked around in horror at the clothes strewn across the beds and floor. Open soda cans lined the nightstand and dressers. A used bandaid rested on the dresser. He stepped outside, waiting for his new roommate to arrive, growing more and more agitated as time progressed.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Thaddeus | What's In A Name | Romantic

Thaddeus is self-conscious about his other name seeing the association attached to it. You reassure him that it doesn’t change a thing.

Requested by J Bart

A soft breeze tousles your veil as you walk past the Sea of Galilee, your hand hooked into Thaddeus’ arm as he leads you across the shore. The scent of salt and water opens up your airways as you stroll pleasantly under the morning sun, a bit of peace and quiet before the business of the day ensues. 

Your other hand rests under your stomach, supporting its weight as your husband��s protective eye flickers down to it every so often, muttering silent prayers in his mind for the well-being of your unborn child. Bringing new life into a world of persecution is terrifying in and of itself, but both of you are determined to make it work, even when Thaddeus has to leave for mission trips more often than not. You’ve heard what happened to Big James, may he rest in peace, and it makes things so much more serious when it comes to following Jesus and spreading the Gospel to the ends of the Earth. All the more reason to build a family, you and Thaddeus have concluded. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask your husband as a rather nervous look etches itself onto his face. Thaddeus flinches a bit at your question, not too fond of talking about the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. “This is supposed to be a fun thing, remember?” 

He huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, I know,” he tells you, “But I haven’t seen him in ages. I just wonder how he’ll react when he finds out I’m going to be a father.” You let out a soft noise of amusement. One of Thaddeus’ best friends from childhood, who had moved away during their teenage years, is coming to visit for the first time in two decades. A lot has happened since then, and during one of his mission trips, Thaddeus had run into said friend going by the name Baruch. The two had been in touch again through correspondence ever since, and now Baruch is on his way to get acquainted with the woman who had managed to capture his friend’s heart. 

“I’m certain he’ll be happy for you. Remember what you said?” you reassure him, “You two spoke as if nothing had ever happened, as if you hadn’t been apart for twenty years. Now that is the kind of friendship you need to cherish, and I’ll be more than happy to meet a friend of yours who means that much to you.” 

Thaddeus hums and blushes a bit as he gives you a fond look, reaching over for your face to tuck some hair back under your veil that has come loose from behind your ear. He cups your face and slides his thumb gently over the flushed skin that had started to grow a bit restless as your pregnancy carried on. To him, you were still the most beautiful woman in the world, especially with these little signs of your current state shining through in the healthy glow on your features. “You are too good for me, you know that?” 

“That’s funny, I think it’s the other way around.” 

Thaddeus smiles and brings your knuckles to his lips for a moment before leading you further past the lake, knowing that you’ll need some rest before Baruch arrives. The rest of the preparations have been completed by you earlier, so that you could take the nap you have started to desperately need every afternoon. 

“Are you still nervous?” you ask.

“A little.” Thaddeus admits, “I’m just wondering what you’ll think of him. It’s quite important, you know, that your wife approves of your friends.” 

You laugh lightly as the two of you head back towards the village. “I bet Baruch is a very kind man. After all, he is one of your closest childhood friends, thus likely not a lot different from you, and because of that, I think him and I will get along pretty well.” 

Your husband cannot argue with that. On your way back to your home, you sigh as you slide your hand under your tummy to hold it up a bit upon feeling a sharp kick against your ribs. “Oof…” Thaddeus quickly supports you by grabbing your arm, guiding you through the streets back to the house. 

“Now you go take a nap, alright?” he whispers once inside, leading you to the bedroom where the small curtain had already been drawn shut earlier to keep out the heavy sunlight and thus the heat. “I’ll turn on the fire to get the soup going.” 

Grateful to have such a caring husband, you nod gently as you allow him to tuck you in. You lightly laugh as he does so, getting you snug and cosy under the covers. 

“I’ll come wake you up as soon as Baruch is here, alright?” 

“Alright.” you reply through a yawn. Thaddeus pecks your lips before heading out of the bedroom.

“I love you, my dear.” 

“And I love you even more, darling.” 

He shuts the door, leaving you by yourself. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, easily drawn under by the strain your current state has been putting on your body and mind.

—

The sun is shining right through the gap between the curtains as Thaddeus rouses you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking it a little as to not startle you. Squinting, you try to open your bleary eyes, stretching your sore limbs before covering your mouth to yawn. 

“Hey, you were very far away. Took me some effort to wake you up.”

You smile a little, rubbing your eyes. “Hm, mid-day naps are the best.” 

“I’m glad you’re feeling refreshed. Baruch just arrived.” 

You slide out of bed and fix yourself a little, readjusting your veil and washing your face to get the sleep from the corners of your eyes. As soon as you set foot back in the living room, you are met with a friendly, bearded face. Baruch is two heads taller than you — one head taller than Thad — so you have to look up at him as he walks over to greet you with a polite curtsy, which you mirror. 

“Shalom shalom.” you tell him, “Welcome to our home, Baruch.” 

“Shalom shalom. I have heard so much about you, (Y/n), it is so good to finally meet you in person.” 

“Likewise. Thaddeus has told me plenty about his childhood, including you.” 

Baruch smiles kindly and looks down at your stomach. “Oh, Thaddeus. You didn’t tell me you were going to be a father.” Your husband hums, blushing a bit as he slides an arm around your waist.

“I wanted to write about it to you in correspondence, but since you were coming over anyways, I thought it would be fun to keep it a surprise.” 

“Do you still have long to go?” Baruch wants to know, “If that question isn’t all that intrusive, of course.” 

“Not at all,” you reassure him, “According to the physician’s calculations, there are still about three months left. I can’t wait, honestly.” 

Baruch hums and nods. “My wife said the same thing with our bairns. But it’s worth it in the end, she said. She was ready to go through six pregnancies in total, so that says something about how much she loves being a mother.” 

Your eyes widen. “Six?” Thaddeus clears his throat, equally as flustered.

“Ah, don’t you worry. You still have time.” 

A bit thrown off-guard, you smile at Thaddeus before heading to the kitchen counter to take on the role of hostess, knowing that your guest is likely both parched and peckish. In the meantime, the two men sit down at the dinner table as Baruch opens his mouth again.

“You know, I was quite surprised to find out that good ol’ Thad was getting married a few years ago.” Baruch smirks as he pats your husband on the shoulder. “That he had come out of his shell enough to even talk to a woman, let alone have her fall in love with him, hm?” He cackles a laugh as Thaddeus smiles a bit, appreciative albeit a little awkward. 

You shrug at the man as you pour both him and your husband a cup of wine. “It wasn’t difficult to fall for him. He is kind, genuine and most of all very faithful when it comes to his beliefs. These characteristics are very attractive in men.” You place a tray of food in front of them.

“Ah, I see. I can imagine that women might like that.” Baruch notes, “But I bet it must be difficult to be apart from him for so long. He was a long way from home when we ran into one another in Syria, hm?” 

Thaddeus sighs as he gives you a soft smile. “It’s hard for both of us. The journeys I make are long and perilous. I can’t risk bringing her with me, especially not now, nor after the baby has been born.” 

Baruch takes a sip from his wine after saying a brief prayer over it, and hums as he swallows the red liquid. “You two obviously love one another very much. That’s beautiful to see.” 

You nod at your husband as you pop a grape into mouth to munch on — one of the foods that has been part of your list of cravings — and Thad winks at you. “Oh, look at that blush, Jude. You two make a great couple.” 

As Baruch makes the light-hearted comment, you stumble over the nickname. 

Jude? As in, Judas? 

Thaddeus picks up on your confusion, clearing his throat as he seems a little embarrassed, averting his gaze as he turns to his friend. 

“Ah… Baruch, why don’t you… Could you perhaps step outside for a bit? I’ll uh… I’ll come fetch you later.” 

The man in question lets out a sound of puzzlement but doesn’t question it, standing up and bringing his cup of wine with him before brushing out of the room to give the two of you some privacy.

“Jude? Is that short for Judas?” you ask out loud immediately as the door clicks shut, sounding more hostile than intended. After all, the name had put a sour taste into the mouth of everyone ever since Gethsemane. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” 

Thaddeus scoots closer to you, reaching for your hand to take it into his, squeezing gently. “I’m the one who needs to apologise. I… We weren’t betrothed until after Jesus’ ascension… I… I didn’t want to be judged by it or have others associate me with… Well, you know who…” 

You shake your head a bit, still a bit befuddled by what exactly is going on. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I… I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just— I didn’t think it would make a difference for you to know. Like it’s… It’s not that important, and the fact that I’ve got the same name as Judas doesn’t mean I am like him, you know! I—” 

“Thad,” you get him to pause, gently putting your hand on his arm, “Take it easy. One thing at a time. Just tell me what this is about and let me fill in the blanks myself regarding what I think instead of you doing it for me, okay?” You give him a kind and reassuring smile, easing his nerves somewhat. 

“Alright, okay.” He takes a deep breath. “So, my first name is Thaddeus, as you know. However, my second name is… Well, it’s Judas. And ever since the Judas we knew sold out Jesus, I’ve... Well, we all know how we felt about him since the moment we found out. He was our friend, someone who we should have been able to trust. And suddenly, my second name was a burden.” 

You observe your husband as he tells you this, worry coming over your features as you try and calm him down. “A name is just a word. It does not define you, you know? The fact that you carry the same name as Judas of Kerioth is just coincidence, nothing more than that. Do you think I’d have seen you differently if I had known it was your second name? That I suddenly didn’t want to be with you anymore?” 

Thaddeus flushes with slight embarrassment, lowering his head as he sighs. “I don’t— I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not proud of it.” 

“Love—” 

“—If there was a way to get rid of names, I would. I would have changed it to James, after my father, if I could. That is a name I should have had in the first place—” 

“Thaddeus.” You raise your voice slightly only in order to get him to shut up. “Listen to me. The name Judas, what does it mean?” 

“The name means snake, traitor, hypocrite—” 

“—No, that isn’t my question. I didn’t ask what it means to you. I asked what it means.” 

Thad lets out a shaky breath. “Praise. Or-or praised.” 

“That’s right. Judas Iscariot did not live up to his name. But you?” You look at him with glittering eyes, smiling softly. “You are praising Him, aren’t you? You have devoted your life to following Him. You travel all through the region to spread the message of salvation through Jesus. You risk your life to serve Him, unlike Judas of Kerioth, who sold Him out for his own gain. If anything, I think you are way more deserving of a name with such a meaning, than Iscariot. It is not a burden. You are restoring it.” 

The genuine tone in your voice, coupled with the way you are looking at him right now, Thaddeus is certain he could just melt right here and now. Especially when you’re glowing like that, exhaustion visible under your eyes due to your pregnancy, but oh, so beautiful. And the words coming from your mouth are yet another reminder as to why he loves you so deeply, so intensely, so unconditionally. 

“I’m lucky with a wife like you, you know that?” His voice wavers a bit as he pulls you into a hug. You hum in amusement as you embrace him, snuggling into the crook of his arm as he holds you close. 

“Just trying to give my opinion on the situation. We are not defined by the actions of another and a name is nothing more than just a word. It’s the meaning behind that name that we could either identify ourselves as, or turn to another road.” 

Thaddeus hums a soft chuckle against your forehead before giving it a soft kiss. “Well, there are names that have less positive meanings, you know… I’m not sure if someone named Caleb or Amos would want to live up to their names.” 

You laugh lightly. “Yeah, Caleb wouldn’t want to be ‘dog-like’ and Amos definitely wouldn’t like to be considered a ‘burden’.” 

Your husband gently rests a hand on your stomach. “We should definitely do some thorough research to find a proper name for this little one, hm?” Resting your hand over his, you guide his palm towards the place where you had last felt a little kick in the hopes of the baby doing it again. When it does, both of you make a noise of joy at the motion. 

Biting your lip in thought, you look up at Thaddeus. “I’m glad I now know of your second name. You don’t need to hide it anymore, and besides, now you know that it’s not a bad thing that you have it.” 

He gazes down at you lovingly, gently stroking your cheek with this thumb. 

“Thank you for being so kind.” he whispers. “I am so blessed to have you.” 

“Speaking of ‘blessed’,” you say, “Isn’t that the meaning of the name ‘Baruch’?”

Thaddeus’ eyes widen as he realises his friend is still waiting to be called back inside, and he steps away to fetch him. “Oh, right. Wait right here, I’ll get him.” 

“Please,” you murmur, smiling fondly as you watch him head for the door, “I’d love to hear some embarrassing childhood stories about you.” 

Your husband gives a playful roll of his eye before calling Baruch back inside. Perhaps that could be a good name for the baby if it happened to be a boy, or second name for that matter.

[msweebyness]

Young Justice: Blue13 Headcanons

Hey Howdy Ho, y’all! I wanted to shine a little spotlight on one of my fave YJ couples, Blue Beetle and Thirteen! Jaime and Traci are just adorable so I wanted to share some cute HC’s I have for them! Enjoy!

Don’t look me in the face and tell me these two aren’t ridiculously affectionate. Holding hands or arms around each other, kisses hello and goodbye always, snuggling whenever the opportunity is present (try and tell me Jaime is not a huge cuddler. Do it I dare you.), Traci sits in his lap, etc. Touch is def a love language.

The Bridal Carry isn’t just an “On Missions” thing, and you can fight me on this. At any given time, in or out of his armor, Jaime will just scoop Traci up and carry her places. Because he likes treating his gf like a princess.

I think we can all agree that Jaime is definitely far from happy with the whole “Part-Time Doctor Fate” deal, I mean who wants to lose the person they love for a week every month or so? With the similarities between possession by Nabu and his own time under the Reach’s control, it was definitely something he struggled to come to grips with. He ultimately accepts Traci’s choice, of course, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be there every time she puts the helmet on and when she takes it off.

We all know Jaime is a total sweetheart, so you know he would be the most thoughtful and considerate boyfriend in the world. Opens every door for Traci, gets her flowers just because, insists on paying for every date, and always walks her home. This is the kind of boyfriend who feels no shame in getting whatever his gf needs during that time of the month. Who will watch Disney movies with her over and over again because it makes her happy. And she knows she’s lucky to have him.

Traci is definitely the girlfriend who likes to make her partner turn red whenever she can, and you’d definitely be surprised by how dirty she can be with what she says. (She’s definitely called him “Daddy” with no warning, just to see how he would react.) Just saying.

After they’d been together for a while, Jaime definitely opened up to Traci about everything with the Reach, being under their control and hurting the people he cared about, the paralyzing fear of losing himself that came before that…and the constant prickling in the back of his head of worry that they might return. Traci would be there for him through all the sleepless nights, comforting him for as long as he needs…and swearing she’ll maim any of those alien creeps if they ever try to come near him again.

I feel like they’re definitely the first Outsiders couple to get married, and everyone at their ceremony was crying happy tears. (You also can’t tell me that Jaime isn’t the man who cries about how much he loves his bride-to-be and how he can’t believe he’s marrying her when he’s drunk at his bachelor party. Someone who shall not be named but is in fact named Bart Allen recorded it and it definitely got played at the reception.)

No relationship is perfect, they all have their vices, and early on, I feel like Jaime would have struggled with jealousy and insecurity, especially when he thinks someone expressed interest in his girlfriend. (We can kind of see this in episode 3x16, with how he keeps his arm around Traci while she’s fangirling over Gar, and the somewhat snippy comment he makes towards him later.) Most of it would stem from his lingering self-resentment, and his feeling that this amazing, beautiful and joyful girl he fell in love with would eventually tire of him and want someone with less…baggage. Eventually, I think Traci would clue into this and they have a talk that helps alleviate these feelings, because strong couples communicate and are built on trust. (Traci, of course, is well aware of how handsome her boyfriend is, and is happy to make it known that he’s hers to anyone looking.)

This is definitely the couple that their idea of a perfect date is just spending an evening cuddled up on the couch and watching cheesy old movies. They don’t feel the need to do anything fancy, just enjoying being close and in each other’s company is enough for them. But that’s not to say they don’t like to surprise each other with something a bit more upscale every now and then.

I love the idea of them getting couples tattoos for one of their anniversaries. Traci gets a blue heart with the beetle chest emblem thing on the inside of her wrist, and Jaime gets a roman numeral thirteen just underneath his collar on the left side. Because they’re cute like that.

These two are always on each other’s minds, and will definitely find any excuse to talk about how wonderful their boyfriend/girlfriend is. They can always find a way to bring each other up in conversation and it annoys the heck out of their friends. Like, we get it, you have the best partner in the world, you can stop yapping about it now.

Jaime’s family absolutely loves Traci, no doubt. Bianca already calls the girl her daughter-in-law, much to her son’s embarrassment, and Alberto wholeheartedly goes along with this. Milagro adores Traci and thinks she’s just the coolest and prettiest person in the world, and thus often asks her why she likes her stupid brother, again, to Jaime’s annoyance. Dr. Thurston thinks Jaime is a good kid, if a little strange with the whole, talking to his back thing, and trusts him to take care of his daughter.

Jaime and Traci are definitely each other’s biggest supporters in everything. Whenever he doubts his capabilities or that people can ever trust him as a hero, she’s right there reminding him of all the good he’s done and the trust they all have in him. And he’s so genuinely happy for her when she makes strides in mastering her magic, and is the first to reassure her when she makes a misstep. They’re always in each other’s corner, no matter what.

Every couple has arguments, that’s just a fact. Jaime and Traci are no exception. But even their biggest ones don’t last more than a few days. Tell me these two could bear to stay mad at each other, I dare you. They’ll give each other some time to cool off before talking things out, because communication is key. They know they’re strong enough to handle bumps in the road.

One thing they have in common is they’re both part of a package deal. Leroy would be such a little shit to Jaime at first, always hissing at him and smacking him with his tail, but he’d warm up to him eventually, knowing how much he cares for Traci. Scarab…is Scarab, so you know it’s not gonna be a fan of “the Traci”, but eventually, I think it’d come to tolerate her because it’s clear she’s not going anywhere, and a slight respect due to her commitment to keeping it’s host safe and happy.

These two would be so protective of each other. They watch each other’s backs during fights, and you know they make a hell of a team. Whenever one is hurt or sick, the other won’t leave their side unless forced until they feel better. Traci will fight anyone who tries to imply Blue Beetle can’t be trusted because of the whole Reach thing, you know she would, and he won’t let anyone shit-talk her for her mistakes either. And you know Jaime still gets those spikes of territorial feelings whenever someone stares at his girlfriend for a little too long. (Traci might deny it, but she does too.)

Traci has stolen a fair amount of Jaime’s hoodies (seriously, how many does he own?), and it’s not unusual to see her wearing one when they’re all hanging out. She just loves how big and warm they are on her, and hey, seeing your girl wear your clothes is widely considered to be pretty hot, and our boy certainly thinks so.

A lot of couples have little things they call each other and they’re no exception. Jaime would call Traci “mi amor” or “mi princesa” because that’s how he sees her, the love of his life and his princess. Traci would definitely call him “her knight” whenever he uses the second one, because they’re sappy like that. She also uses “handsome” a lot which never fails to make him blush.

Physically, Traci’s favorite thing about Jaime would be his warm, soft brown eyes. The sheer amount of love in them when he looks at her makes her heart race. Whenever she’s annoyed with him, you can’t tell me one look from those puppy dog eyes doesn’t break her resolve completely. (And…the killer abs certainly don’t hurt either!) On Jaime’s end, nothing makes his heart melt like Traci’s beautiful, bright smile that can light up a room, especially the sweet little one that seems to be especially for him. (And hey, if she has those gorgeous, long legs as a bonus, who is he to complain?)

They’re in love, that’s the bottom line. They’re at their happiest together and each brings out the best in the other. Bless these adorable dorks.

Hope you all enjoyed this and join me in praying we get a season 5 in a few years! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[mamawasatesttube]

Hi hello, i jist felt the need to say that ive reread androcheia like 4 times now and im still thinking about the commitment from kon to make play stardew valley from both controllers to live out his farm life dream with tim?? Hello?? I am insane about that??

Also, i made cimanom rolls yesterday cuz of the fic, and they turned out pretty well!

Hope u have a great day!

YIPPEE!!!! yeah kon has been putting in the WORK. this is the culmination of like 100+ hours of gameplay. he's having fun with it he's got his gay little pixel farmboy running around and a set of rabbits all named after bart (bart, thol, em, and mew) as well as one cow that bart grabbed his controller and named gamer420. kon feels so bad for this cow. he tells her she's beautiful and he's sorry bart did this to her on a regular basis

[dearlexies]

I've been thinking a lot about Jaybart lately, even wrote half of two one-shots that I might post soon, since I'm bored, and have nothing to do, here are some hcs of them that I have and intend to work on some future fanfics:

Sometimes, while the other is sleeping, they lie awake counting the other's breathing just to make sure they are alive. Neither of them knows about it. Bart does this more often, but Jason spends more time awake counting his breaths.

Jason cooks and Bart cleans. Bart can't cook to save his life, but he makes decent coffee.

Bart has freckles all over his body and Jason often compares them to stars, when they are alone he tries to kiss each of his freckles.

Bart's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, so Jason has always one arm around his shoulders or waist, sometimes he lays his head on Bart's shoulder and when no one is looking he leaves a kiss on his neck or whispers in his ear 'I love you'

Jason's love language is quality time and acts of service. Bart always tries to find a way to go to Jason's apartment and spend some time with him, they talk, watch movies and sometimes just enjoy each other's company. 'I love you' for Jason is not in words, but it is in the little things. In the coffees that Bart makes for him, in the early hours of waking up together, in the silence while Jason cooks and Bart helps him chopping the vegetables.

Bart made (read: forced) Jason to watch all the Star Wars films

Whenever the two watch a film/series, Bart develops a crush on one of the actors and talks about it for weeks and Jason just agrees that most of them are actually hot

Most people don't know that they date. Bart always says he has a boyfriend, but never says his name instead he describes his boyfriend as 'a literature student who loves cooking and Jane Austen and Virginia Woolf books' and he always has fun seeing people's reactions when Jason appears and kisses him.

Roy can't stand being in the same room as them, he always says that they look at each other with puppy ​​eyes or like they're ready to fuck right there

Sometimes Bart wears skirts and dresses, Jason thinks he looks really beautiful wearing it.

Tim was the first to know they were together, he accidentally walked into the kitchen and saw them kissing (his reaction was similar to Ross's in friends but with less screams)

On their first Valentine's Day together, the two forgot it was Valentine's Day and spent the day watching horror movies and eating pizza.

Bart always listens to Tim and Jason's complaints about each other and finds it funny how the two always end up saying "How is he your best friend/boyfriend?”

Bart always pulls Jason's blanket over while sleeps.

Tim constantly walks over while they are almost having sex, most of the time he screams 'my eyes!' and Jason finds something to throw at him.

They are not a clingy couple, no pet names, no matching accessories, not so many pda, except for a few kisses, and a hand on the other's shoulder or waist, and they barely talk about the relationship with others, the reasons many people don't know they are dating is precisely this. They are very private, and none of them are afraid to provoke, disagree or upset the other.

[hellisanhonourstudent]

The Death Note Simpsons Parody with Lisa as a protagonist had so much potential that I wish it was a 40+ minutes feature like A Serious Flanders (another golden non-canonical episode),instead of a simple Threehouse of Horrors episode

For starters,she's similar to Light - highly intelligent,good-looking(in the Classic Simpsons,she got second place at a beauty pageant with little to no training or experience,in a newer one a teacher bullied her because she was "way too pretty"),is seen as a golden child,and different enough to give it a bit of it's own spice(she doesn't have many role models,is kind of unpopular).

I didn't like Bart as the Ryuk figure because this particular shinigami doesn't care much about anything other than having fun. Despite being really into mischief,Bart is very much a caring person and often helped Lisa,sometimes to his own detriment. He and Maggie should've been Decomposite Characters of Sayu Yagami - maybe an enemy of Kira(or whatever name Lisa The Vigilant gets) uses them to get a Death Tome or whatever. As for the shinigami,just toss in a bored Grim Reaper wanting to wreak havoc. Chief Wiggum in the role of Soichiro Yagami might be hilarious(only as the Chief of Police,not as Lisa's role model). Playing around with Lisa's morals and it's origins would be complicated,tho(although the writers did the right thing by having Lisa's motivation to eliminate the biggest polluters,it fits with her general character and with the spirit of a DN protagonist).

Whereas Milhouse(head over heels for Lisa,spineless) would be the Misa expy,Nelson might do the role of Takada(stronger personality,sense of pride but utimately has affections that can be exploited).