#i drew these just for fun. it made child me happy. just a little...

[king-magppi]

🖍Sml cringe compilation cause artblock and brainrot hit at the same time. The new puppets were too ugly to not draw at least once.✏️

Enjoy, or not..?

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 5: acorn

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

This is kind of flangst if you squint, but the idea came to my mind and I thought it would be really cute. One of my favorites, enjoy, and reblog if you liked it!

You and Spencer walked in silence, with only the sound of the orange leaves crunching under your feet. Autumn had undeniably arrived, and you knew perfectly well that this season was a blessing for many children, providing them with leaves on the ground to play with, warm clothes, and tons of candy. Somehow, it was also your favorite time of the year, as it brought back a few pleasant memories you guarded closely in your heart.

“How did he behave over the weekend?”

“Very well, actually,” he replied, happy that you had finally decided to break the silence. In the distance, you could hear the giggles of a child you both made sure to check on from time to time. “We made pancakes, I took him to the aquarium, we drew a lot, and overall, he didn’t throw any tantrums or anything like that. He even asked me to tuck him in.”

“He always wants that,” you said. “Sometimes he makes me read the books you give him.”

“And he asks me to sing him lullabies you taught him.”

You both fell silent again.

It wasn’t often that your ex-husband’s days off aligned with yours, and the truth was that you both only sought to see each other when strictly necessary. Many times, Jason spent weekends with his father, and when Spencer had the chance, he would take him to school and other activities.

As a father, you couldn’t complain about him. He tried his best after the divorce, as if wanting to make up for something, and you both made sure to keep arguments away from Jason’s ears because the last thing you wanted was for your son to suffer because of it.

It had been somewhat complicated explaining the dynamics of your post-divorce life to Jason, as he didn’t understand why his father, whom he loved so much, had to move to a new apartment. Spencer had tried to be as kind as possible when talking to his son, not wanting him to feel, even for a second, the abandonment Spencer himself had felt from his own father. He called him all the time, bought him an endless number of things, and made sure to have him with him whenever work allowed.

Work, work… that damned work.

“That’s just how he is,” you said simply.

A cold breeze filled the air, and you tucked your hands into your coat pockets, just as your husband did. Once upon a time, you might have held hands to deal with the cold, but now that was unthinkable.

“He also told me he already has a costume for Halloween, right?”

“He wants to be Sherlock Holmes. It was between that and Albert Einstein, but he went with Sherlock because he said his job was similar to his daddy’s.”

Spencer let out a chuckle that was stifled in his throat and looked in the direction of the little boy who was hopping around in the leaves, already too dirty from the nature of the park.

“Do you need money to buy the costume? I could ask JJ where they sell some, or…”

“It’s okay, Reid. I’ll probably make it myself or ask my mom,” you murmured, shrugging. “But he wants you to take him trick-or-treating.”

“I’ll try. But you know with cases… it’s unpredictable.”

“Explain it to him, not me,” you muttered seriously.

Honestly, conversations between the two of you were almost always uncomfortable. Sometimes Spencer tried to find a normal or interesting topic for you, but you rarely carried the conversation forward. Other times, you wished you could ask him about things that really mattered—his mental state, his feelings, or simply what was happening in his life—but you had no idea how to go about it.

That’s why you both preferred to talk only about Jason.

“Look, Mommy!” your son suddenly shouted, throwing a bunch of leaves into the air and laughing when they fell on him.

“How nice, baby,” you responded with feigned excitement, somewhat relieved that your son was having fun.

You both stood there watching the little one, and you could feel your ex-husband’s gaze from the corner of your eye. So many years of knowing him, of loving him, had allowed you to detect when he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. Sometimes, you still felt guilty for being able to read him so easily, and you had no doubt he felt the same, especially with that eidetic memory of his helping him.

“Jason talked to me about Christmas the other day,” he began, seemingly gathering the courage to speak. It had to be something important if he had taken the trouble to bring it up. “Has he mentioned anything to you about the presents he’ll ask Santa for?”

“Not yet, but he’s usually happy with whatever he gets. We can ask him later what he wants or tell him to write a letter for something specific, but I think some of the other gifts could be a chemistry set or art supplies; his teacher says he’s shown a lot of interest in both.”

“I see,” he murmured, nodding slightly. But he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “He said something interesting to me the other day. I just wanted to know if he had told you about it already.”

“Maybe if you tell me, I can answer,” you said without looking at him, trying to stay calm.

You had a suspicion of what your son had talked about, but you didn’t want to make a mistake. And Spencer felt exactly the same.

There was silence again for a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, and then he spoke:

“He told me this year he doesn’t want to ask Santa for anything because he wants to save his wish for something special,” he began. He paused for a moment and then continued, “I asked him what it was, and he didn’t want to tell me, so I suggested he could write a letter even though it was still early. He did, and after I put him to bed, I went to read it. There was a drawing and some words written in a messy but legible way. It said his only wish was for his mommy and daddy to be together again.”

By the middle of the conversation, you already knew what it was about. By the end, a few tears had welled up in your eyes.

“I know. He tells me that often,” you confessed, feeling a tightness in your chest. “And I never know what to say.”

“Have you thought about remarrying?” he suddenly asked. It was barely a murmur, but enough for you to turn to him in evident surprise. “I mean… with someone else. Or maybe having a boyfriend?”

“Jason takes up most of my time, and work takes up the rest. I don’t think there’s an opportunity to even consider it,” you said seriously. Since the divorce, neither of you had thought about the possibility of Jason having a stepfather or a stepmother. “What about you?”

“Never. I believe marriage is a pact you make only once in life.”

What was he trying to do? Was he criticizing you? Was he hinting that he saw the possibility of living together again?

“Well, that way Jason won’t be confused. At least until he grows up.”

“Don’t you think he needs a father figure?”

“What do you think you are then?”

“A permanent figure,” he clarified. “And a mother figure at the same time. We worry about ourselves, but we never thought about how this would affect him.”

“Of course I thought about it, Spencer. That’s why I asked for the divorce.”

Low blow. And a painful one.

“Listen, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and I’m not trying to justify myself. But it’s been two years, and I think I’ve changed enough to prove to you that I’m not a bad father.”

“I don’t need proof of that. I know you’re not,” you said firmly. But when you spoke again, your words were harsher. “But I can’t trust that you’ll be a good husband.”

“I was before.”

“Yes, but then you ended up in prison. And you decided your work was worth more than your family.”

“That’s not true,” he exclaimed, clearly offended. “You and Jason have always been my priority, even now. I live only for you, and in return, you abandoned me when I needed you the most.”

“Spencer, stop blaming me. I had to choose between taking care of you or raising my son. Our son. So I sacrificed my marriage to make the best decision for him. We came second.”

“But divorce doesn’t have to be forever,” he insisted, stepping in front of you to make you look at him. “If you want, we don’t even have to sleep in the same bed. I just… I just want us to live together again. For Jason. I think he deserves to have a complete family because I know how hard it is not to have one, and I don’t want him to go through the same thing.”

You were finally talking more than you had in months. But to be honest, you wished it wasn’t happening. He took one of his hands out of his pocket and reached up to touch your cheek. You were freezing, and it became a fervent desire to lean into you and lose himself in your lips.

“Spencer, don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I need to think with a clear head. And you’re just clouding my judgment.”

“Why does it have to be a decision you make with a clear head?” he said, sounding hurt. “I’m not a stranger; we once loved each other. I still love you.”

His other hand came up to cup your face, and you placed your hands on his wrists, trying in vain to push him away. You didn’t have the strength, neither physically nor mentally, to do it.

“Spencer, nothing guarantees that getting back together will make us happy.”

“And nothing guarantees that it won’t,” he murmured, pleading. His fingers stroked you gently, and you felt yourself succumbing to temptation.

You were looking into his honey-colored eyes again, and you realized that was one of the things that hadn’t changed despite all the years; they still looked so sweet, so docile toward you. And suddenly, you felt as in love as the first time, and that terrified you. Loving meant the fear of getting hurt again.

You were about to say something when a shout caught your attention, making you think for a second that something had happened to your son. Luckily, it was just him trying to get your attention.

“Come play! Please!” he said politely, with that persuasive little voice he was already learning to use.

“We’re coming, my love.”

The conversation was interrupted by that activity, and although Jason asked why you were crying, you reassured him, blaming the cold in the park. As the minutes passed and you two began to follow your son’s lead, the mood lightened. You even reached a point where you were genuinely having fun, the three of you together, and it was undeniable that your little boy was brimming with happiness.

“A squirrel!” Jason suddenly shouted. He loved animals, so he didn’t hesitate to get closer.

“Careful, honey,” Spencer hurried, always the more fearful of the two of you. “It’s not a good idea to touch squirrels, even if they look cute. They’re wild animals and could bite or scratch you if they get scared. Plus, they can have bugs or diseases.”

“But I want to pet it! Can I, Mommy?”

“When Daddy says no, it’s a no.”

Your son pouted, pretending to be upset, but looking as cute as any 6-year-old. Your ex-husband tried to cheer him up by crouching down to his level.

“Better let’s observe what it’s doing. What do you think it’s looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, there. In its little hands.”

“An acorn!” he exclaimed happily. The squirrel was picking some off the ground and putting them in its mouth, filling its cheeks. “Why is it doing that?”

“It’s storing food for the winter. It buries them in a safe place, and then when the snow falls, it looks for them to eat.”

“There are more over there!” your son said, pointing with his little finger. “There are three. Do you think those are its mommy and daddy?”

“Maybe, son.”

“They’re like us, right?” he smiled.

You looked away from them because you didn’t want to meet Spencer’s eyes if he turned, and you only heard him laugh.

“Yes, maybe they are.”

Jason watched the animals for a few more minutes, and then he got distracted by a nearby hot chocolate stand. Spencer bought a cup for each of you, which felt wonderful. During the time you all sat on a bench to drink it, with Jason in the middle of both of you, you could sense the furtive glances Spencer gave you, and unwillingly, you did the same toward him.

Jason played for so long that the sky darkened, and he was completely exhausted. By the time you hugged him, ready to head home, he had already fallen fast asleep. And although his presence was evident in theory, you were once again effectively alone with your ex-husband as you approached the car.

He offered to drive to avoid waking your son, and then he opened the passenger door for you, where you settled in, trying to make Jason as comfortable as possible. Halfway through the drive to your apartment, there was an awkward silence that couldn’t even be avoided with music because Spencer had forgotten to fix the stereo.

You struggled to admit it but, to be honest, you hadn’t had such a bad time that afternoon. You were genuinely happy about the family moment you shared, and proof of that was how you clung to who you would always see as your baby, smiling as you watched him sleep so peacefully.

Spencer didn’t expect you to speak during a red light.

“We can meet up to spend Christmas together as a family. Stay in the same apartment, open presents together, and all that,” you said, not looking at him, trying to focus on anything else to avoid him “And it’s too soon to make such a drastic decision, Spencer, like going back to a practically married life. But we can think about it and decide after the new year.”

Despite your indifference, he knew you were being sincere and not just giving him false hope. And he also knew that he would work twice as hard to win back your trust, forgive your mistakes, and, with some luck, recover your love. You hoped you had the strength to forget what had happened and see Spencer for who he was now, not for who he had been.

“I’m glad you said that. And I agree,” was all he replied.

When you got home, you both made sure to leave your son comfortably asleep in bed, and as an extra favor and a show of commitment, you stayed a long time watching him sleep, as if trying to preserve that childish image forever. You didn’t say anything when Spencer wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and he pretended not to notice that you leaned into him, resting your head lightly against his chest.

All you could think was how you hoped time would be kind to you and allow you to eventually rekindle the love you once had and offer it to the beautiful child lying in front of you.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Star pt.9

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n has baby fever, and Barry's son doesn't help...

Warning: Child/ mention of sex/ baby fever/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 800

When Barry bought his newborn at dinner, Y/n couldn’t stop being with him. She had a huge baby fever, and the little guy didn’t help. The cast had a tradition of eating together each month, to stay in contact with the other, this month, it was at Y/n and Callum’s house. ‘’Hi Brando!’’ she squealed as she walked towards Barry to take the baby from his arms. ‘’Hi Y/n, how are you?’’ Barry said, a little annoyed that she only paid attention to his son. ‘’Good thanks’’ she quickly replied, smiling to him. ‘’You’re so cute! Yeah, you are’’ she said in her bay voice, tickling the baby. Callum walked out of the bathroom and entered the dining room. He saw his guests all round up in the living room, they were looking at something, he heard a baby laugh, but he couldn’t see his girlfriend. When he looked at what drew the men’s attention, he couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘’Be careful, she’s going to ask you for one soon’’ Barry laughed. Y/n was playing with the baby, completely mesmerized by each move the baby made. ‘’Was that a wink? Guys he winked at me!’’ she exclaimed; eyes filled with stars. Callum laughed and kept looking at his very happy girlfriend.

He always wanted a family, but he didn’t find the right woman to be the mother of his children, but at that moment, when he saw the look in Y/n’s eyes, he knew she was the one. ‘’I’m pretty sure he just blinked’’ Nate stated. Y/n frowned her brows and looked at the man, then looked at the baby again. ‘’No, you didn’t blink. You love me so much! You definitely winked at me! But be careful, Callum is going to be jealous!’’ she said, in her baby voice. The men around her went into the dining room, while she kept playing with Brando. ‘’Have you thought about kids, yet?’’ Austin asked. Callum shook his head. ‘’We didn’t talk about it, but I think the conversation is going to come soon enough’’ he laughed. ‘’You guys are going to have the cutest babies!’’ Kaia, Austin’s girlfriend, said. The guys agreed.

When everyone left the house, Y/n and Callum sat on the couch, exhausted from their evening. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘’You had fun tonight?’’ he asked her, before kissing the top of her head. ‘’Very, I love Barry’s son, he’s adorable! And the guys were fun too, but Brando was better’’ she laughed. He smiled, a little nervous to pop the question. ‘’Do you think about starting a family?’’ he asked her. She rose her head from his shoulder, bright smile on her face. ‘’A lot, why?’’ she smiled. ‘’You know, seeing you with Brando tonight made me realise how good of a mother you’re going to be, and I was wondering if you could see yourself starting a family with me?’’ he smiled. Y/n got up from the couch and did her little jump she did when she couldn’t contain her happiness. ‘’Callum Robilliard Turner! You better not be joking right now!’’ it was rare for her to say his middle name, when she did, it was because the situation was serious. He laughed at her excitement. ‘’Yes, Y/n Y/l/n, I’m 100% serious’’ he said, bringing her closer to his, placing his hand under her butt. Her smile was bigger than anything, she was truly happy. ‘’I love you, and I want you to be the mother of my children’’ he said, lifting his head to signal her that he wanted to kiss her. She kissed him, but she was smiling too much. ‘’I love you too, and I want you to be my baby daddy’’ she said, with a hint of teasing. ‘’Should we start right now?’’ she asked. He shook his head. ‘’Tomorrow, we both have a day off.’’ He smirked. She took his hand and ran toward the bedroom. ‘’Why are you rushing?’’ he asked, smiling. ‘’Tomorrow will come faster if we go to sleep early!’’ she exclaimed. He couldn’t help but laugh again. He kissed the top of her head as he lay beside her. ‘’See you tomorrow, mama’’ he teased. Y/n shook her head. ‘’Nah, no teasing I need to sleep’’ she giggled. He smiled one last time before letting his girlfriend sleep, he feel asleep imagining mini Y/n and mini Callum running around the house.

[shadowandlightt]

Of Nightmares and Memories /four/ Azriel x reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

A/N: We're getting closer to her returning to the IC and I'm so happy about that. I also had a lot of fun writing this part, so I hope you enjoy!

Part One Part Two Part Three

The following days were much the same, watching from a distance as Tamlin worked hard to woo the young Feyre. Your eyes rolled every time he tried to complement her. She didn’t belong here. Just like you didn’t belong here. She was too much of a dreamer to become a High Lord’s wife, or little play thing. Too much of a dreamer to be held down by his endless rules and customs. 

She deserved so much more. You deserved more. 

Imagines of wings and starlight fill your head every time you close your eyes. You could see all of them, laughing at The House of Wind over dinner, having a grand time without you. They moved on, you know they had. But you couldn’t move on from them, no matter how hard you tried. You yearned for them. 

You yearned for Cassian and his brutish humor, the kind that always got him in trouble with your mother, but always made you laugh harder than you should. You yearned for Morrigan and her never ending support when your father was being particularly dastardly. And Azriel….oh how you longed for him. The gentle touches of his shadows, the shy smiles, and rare bouts of laughter. Besides your brother, you missed Azriel most of all. 

He was your Az, and yet you had no claim to him. But he seemed to understand that you belonged to one another. Maybe that’s why you made the promises you did. 

Where you go I go, but whatever we do we do it together. 

You made that promise before you flew for the first time. You were too afraid to fly as a child, but when Azriel came along and had to learn so late in life….well you got over your fear for him. You grasped his scarred hand in your tiny one and led him to the edge of the House of Wind. Why they decided that was the best place to learn to fly, you’ll never quite understand. 

But it was then that you looked up at him, tears in your eyes due to fear, that you spoke, “Where you go I go.”

He nodded slowly, hair blowing in the wind, “But we do it together.”

“Together,” You agreed, holding his hand tighter. 

And together you leapt from the ledge and let the wind take hold of your wings. Together you wobbled, but still stayed afloat. Together you figured it out, never once letting go of the other. And when you landed back on the roof, you held him so tightly as he laughed. And it was then that you decided that was the most beautiful sound you ever heard. It was then that you decided you would do anything to hear that laugh and see that smile as much as possible. 

And it was then that he decided he would always protect you, because you were his just as much as he was yours. 

“He’s sending her back,” Lucien’s voice drew you from your thoughts. 

“He’s what?”

“Your brother came,” Lucien says, face pale, “Took her mind, threatened to crush it. It isn’t safe for her here anymore, time is almost up. So Tam is sending her back.”

“He’s a damned fool,” you hiss, “She’s in love with him, it’s plain as day to see! All he has to do is get her to admit it, but he can’t do that, can he? He’s giving up, all because my brother decided to come and scare him?”

“You weren’t there.”

“No, I wasn’t, but when does the brutality of the Night Court surprise Tamlin?” You question, “He’s seen it first hand, he knows what we’ll do to him. Why do you think he keeps me full of Faebane? Huh?” 

“Y/N-”

“He knows I could shred all of your minds so easily,” You nearly laugh, “I could make Rhys look like child’s play if I really wanted to. You think he is vile and violent? See what happens when I have all of my powers, Lucien. There’ll be nothing left to bury. I could raze the Spring Court to the ground and not feel a thing about it.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I’m a prisoner here, don’t think that I wouldn’t take the first chance to escape,” You shake your head, “No matter who I have to kill. I might still be a child compared to the rest of you but I’m a child of the Night. Brutality is in my blood.” 

“You aren’t like them-”

“Oh? Am I not? Just because I’ve been docile so far doesn’t mean it isn’t inside of me. I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. I always have been, dear Lucien. I am the most dangerous person in this manor, and he’s a fool to forget it.”

His face contorts into something that you aren’t quite able to read. Pride wells in your chest knowing you’re doing your job. You want to feel sick about it, want to feel sick about the role you’re playing. But if it brings you one step closer to your brother then you can’t bring yourself to feel bad about it. All you want is to go home again. You just want Rhys to hold you and tell you everything is going to be alright again. 

“Tamlin deserves what's coming to him,” you hiss, “You all do.”

“You don’t mean that.” 

“Oh but I do. I hope Rhys enjoys breaking every single one of you. And if he doesn’t, I will,” You take a step closer to Lucien, “By the cauldron I promise you, I will break this court apart piece by piece and I will laugh as I do it. And I won’t stop until he’s the only one left standing, and all he has to claim is rubble.” 

It rises up in your chest, and you feel it escaping through your fingertips, the darkness you used to run from long ago. You smile at it, feeling it wrap up your arms and cascade down towards the floor. It took a lot of energy to conjure it. You would be exhausted afterwards. But it would be worth it. 

Lucien took a step back, and then another. Head shaking. You knew what you looked like. A vile smile on your face, darkness twirling all around you. You looked like your big brother. You felt the power flowing through your veins, what little you had left of it anyway. 

“Don’t underestimate me, Lucien.” 

Tamlin sent Feyre back to the human lands the following day. You watched from your window with a scowl on your face as the carriage took her away. Tamlin was giving up and damning all of you in the process. Amerantha would come for him soon enough, and then there would be nothing left for you but to run. 

Maybe you could make it to the Night Court, maybe you would be lucky. 

“Once she comes, you’re free,” Tamlin spoke over dinner that night. 

“Perhaps,” You do your best to sound bored. 

You had to control your heart, so you didn’t give away how scared you truly were. If she found you, you would be dead in an instant. Or maybe she’d use you as a toy to get Rhys to do her bidding some more. He was already her whore, but perhaps she wanted more. She wanted him on his knees for her. And even you knew that he bowed before no one but his court. 

“Maybe I’ll stay here, I’ve grown quite fond of this place.”

“Liar.” Lucien bites out. 

One look from you though and he stands down. What he doesn’t know is you slept for almost twelve hours after your little display earlier. It took everything you had, all of your energy and what power you had. But it was worth every second to see the look on Lucien’s face. To know that you were still able to scare him enough. 

“Something you add, Lucien?” You question, venom dripping from your words. 

His head shakes, swallowing deeply. It only makes you smirk. You were so close to going home, to any semblance of home. Maybe your brother wouldn’t be there, but you’d be free. The Court of Nightmares had to be better than living here. 

“You should hide,” Tamlin says slowly, “They’re coming.”

“Now?”

He only nods, and reaches for more wine. He seems too calm. But then again he’s already given up. He gave up the second he sent Feyre back across the wall to her family. You can’t help but scoff as you rise to your feet. You expected him to fight back, maybe even for Lucien to fight. But you didn’t expect them to just lay down and roll over and let Amerantha march her cronies in here and take everyone. 

“You’re a coward, Tamlin.”

“So you’ve been saying for hundreds of years.”

“You should have just killed me.”

“Heard that too.” 

Your eyes roll, “I hope you have fun as her dog.” 

“Enjoy your freedom, Y/N.” 

You scoff again, “You best hope I never get the chance to kill you, Tamlin. I won’t make it as quick as my brother made your family's death.” 

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[millersgirl80]

Sarah’s teacher 18+

Pairing: Joel miller x teacher!reader

Words: 2.5k

Rating: 18+

Summary: you meet Sarah’s dad, and agree to a date

Warning: 18+, unprotected p in v (keep it wrapped people)

As the morning sun bathed the school building in a warm glow, anticipation hung in the air like the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies. Today was Parents Day, a special occasion where families gathered to celebrate their children’s achievements.

I had prepared a few surprises that I hoped would make the day memorable for my students and their families.

The classroom buzzed with excitement as the children whispered and giggled, sharing their thoughts about what their parents might say or do. Sarah, with her brown eyes and curly hair, was fidgeting at her desk. She was one of those students who always shone brightly in class but was often shy when it came to sharing her achievements with the adults in her life.

When the bell rang, signaling the start of the festivities, the classroom door swung open, and in walked Sarah’s dad, Mr. Miller. He was a tall man with a kind smile and tired eyes. White button up shirt and a red tie. As he scanned the room, he spotted Sarah, and his face lit up with pride. She beamed back, clearly relieved and happy to see him.

After a warm welcome, I invited the parents to take a seat while I began showcasing the children’s projects. Sarah’s artwork was displayed prominently on the wall, a colorful representation of her favorite memories from the year. As I spoke about the projects, I watched as Mr. Miller leaned in, listening intently. Sarah, though nervous, gradually began to relax, her smile growing wider with every compliment her father offered.

After our presentation, I proposed an idea, a little adventure together outside the classroom. I encouraged everyone to step out into the schoolyard, where we had set up various fun activities. The response was enthusiastic, and soon we were all crowded around the hand-painted signs that marked different stations: a scavenger hunt, a relay race, and even an art corner where children could make something for their parents.

As we moved outside, Sarah clutched her dad’s hand, looking up at him with an expression that mixed excitement and a hint of nervousness. I could see that she wanted to show him how much fun they could have together. Mr. Miller noticed too and knelt down to her level, whispering something that made her giggle. It warmed my heart to see such a close connection.

We made our way to the scavenger hunt station, where I explained the rules. Each child was to team up with their parent to find items that were hidden around the schoolyard. Sarah’s eyes sparkled as she scanned the area, and she tugged on her dad’s sleeve, urging him to follow her.

“Come on, Dad! We need to find the red leaf and the shiny stone!” she exclaimed, launching into the hunt with infectious enthusiasm. Mr. Miller chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.

As they began searching, I wandered a bit closer, watching them from a distance. Sarah was in her element, running from tree to tree, her father close behind, cheering her on and playfully pretending to be exhausted. “We’ll never find that shiny stone at this rate!” he joked, and Sarah laughed, refocusing her determination.

After a flurry of excitement, I called for everyone to gather around. The parents were beaming with pride as their children presented their findings, each treasure accompanied by giggles and stories about the hunt. When Sarah brought forth a bright red leaf and a surprisingly shiny rock, I could see Mr. Miller’s tired eyes shine with pride.

“That’s my girl!” he proclaimed, lifting her up in a playful embrace. The joy radiating from both of them reminded me of the true essence of Parents Day — it was not just about showcasing academic achievements but about celebrating the bond between parents and their children.

As the day drew to a close, I watched the families pack up their things, smiles stretching from ear to ear. Mr. Miller pulled me aside for a moment, thanking me for organizing such a wonderful event. “Sarah has had a fantastic year,” he said. “I can’t thank you enough for believing in her.” “Of course Mr. Miller, Sarah is one of my brightest students. I enjoyed having her this year.” I smiled.

“Joel. Please.” He insisted. “Can I ask you out for dinner tonight?” He smiles. I stood there for a moment smiling thinking about my answer. “I’d like that.” I finally answered. “7 okay?” Joel smiles. “7, sounds great.”

Joel grabbed Sarah’s bag and headed out of the classroom. I greeted a few more students and parents, until everyone was packed up leaving. I walked around my room making sure everything was cleaned and put back in their spots before heading home to get ready.

An hour later, I found myself standing in front of my mirror, adjusting my dress nervously. The last thing I wanted to do was complicate our dynamic as teacher and parent, but there was something undeniably magnetic about him that I couldn’t ignore.

When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I took a deep breath and opened the door to find Joel standing there, looking handsome in a fitted jacket and a warm smile. “Wow, you look beautiful!” he said, his eyes lighting up.

“Thanks! You’re looking pretty sharp yourself,” I replied, trying to mask my flustered state. I stepped outside and felt the cool breeze against my skin as we walked to his car. “How’d you know where I live?” I chuckled. “Sarah told me. She saw you out here a couple times.” He scratched his neck nervously.

We chose a cozy Italian restaurant nestled in the heart of town, where the ambiance was filled with softly flickering candles and the aroma of garlic and fresh herbs. Over plates of pasta and glasses of red wine, exchanged a few kisses and touched here and there, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We laughed about the funny things our students did, exchanged stories about our lives, and connected over shared interests—movies, books, and Joel’s work.

Finally, as we wrapped up our meal and the server brought us dessert, a dramatic plate of chocolate lava cake, I couldn’t help but tease him. “You know, I didn’t sign up to be your date consultant for Sarah’s projects. Maybe next time, I’ll charge you for my services!”

Joel chuckled, a warm laugh that filled the space around us. “How about I trade you one lesson plan for another? I could use the insight.” I felt a spark of connection that went beyond just a simple dinner; it was clear that this could lead to something deeper.

As we walked back to Joel’s truck, our arms brushed, and a spark ignited. Joel felt his dick twitch in his pants at the simple touch, I gave him a sly smile, my lips curved in a way that made his mouth water. The ride to my apartment was a comfortable silence full of tension.

Once we arrived. Joel hurried around to my side opening the door. I walked up to the front door unlocking the door to my apartment. “Would you like to come in?” I smile stepping to the side. As Joel took in my appearance once more. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, accentuating my cleavage and toned legs. My hair tumbled over my shoulders, and my scent—a mix of musk and vanilla—filled his senses, Joel smiled stepping past me into the apartment.

"It's a lovely place you have here.” Joel says, turning to face me as I closed the door. Joel takes a couple steps towards me towering over me with my back barely touching the door. My eyes flickered with desire, and I bit my lip trying to think of something to say, a gesture that sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin. “Thank you Joel, can I get you anything?” I whispered, intimidated by his size. “No. I’m fine darlin” he whispered back slightly cocking his head to the side.

He stepped closer, his body responding to me like a magnet. Our lips were inches apart, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I rose on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was electric, our mouths opening to each other instantly, tongues tangling and dancing in a passionate embrace. Joel's hands found their way to my hips, pulling me against him as he deepened the kiss, tasting me, devouring my mouth.

He moaned into my mouth as he felt me grind my pelvis against his throbbing cock. My dress rode up, giving him access to my thighs. Joel groaned, he couldn't help but wonder how she would feel wrapped around him, her pussy tightening around his throbbing dick.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed kisses along his jawline and down his neck, my breath hot against his skin. "I want you to take me, Joel," I whispered, my voice thick with need. "I want to feel you inside me."

Joel's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, his eyes fixed on mine. The dress slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. My nipples already hard and begging for attention.

Kneeling before me, he placed soft kisses along my stomach, smirking, enjoying the way I squirmed and the little gasps that escaped my lips. His hands caressed my ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled me closer to the edge of desire.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin. "I've wanted to taste your sweet pussy since the moment I saw you."

I whimpered as Joel hooked his fingers into the elastic of my panties, slowly peeling them away, baring me completely. The lips already glistening with anticipation. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight before him, before leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss on my inner thigh.

"Please, Joel," I begged, my hands tangling in his hair. "Eat me. Make me cum."

Joel needed no further encouragement. With a deep groan, he leaned in and flicked his tongue against my clit, circling the sensitive bud before delving into my wetness. He lapped eagerly, savoring the taste of my arousal as he slid his tongue deep inside me.

I cried out, my hips bucking as i threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him against me. Joel moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through my body as he continued to feast on my pussy, sucking and licking until I was squirming and gasping, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Oh God, I'm close," I panted, my body trembling on the edge of climax. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Joel looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Cum for me baby" he ordered, his voice hoarse.

His words sent me spiraling over the edge, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me . Joel drank in my essence, lapping at my pussy as my juices flowed, my cries of pleasure filling the apartment.

As my orgasm subsided, I gently pulled him to his feet, my eyes smoldering with desire. "Now, it's my turn to taste you," I murmured, my fingers already tugging at his belt.

Joel's heart hammered in his chest as I undressed him, my eyes flashing with anticipation as I stripped his body. His cock twitched eagerly, leaking pre-cum as I freed it from the confines of his pants. I ran my fingers along the length of his shaft, admiring the way it pulsed in my hand.

Dropping to my knees, i wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as my tongue swirled. Joel's eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure sang through his body. My mouth was hot and wet, and I took my time, teasing him with slow licks and sucks before taking him deeper, my hand stroking the length of his shaft.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he gently guided my head. "Take it deeper, baby. Suck my dick."

I obeyed, taking him as deep as I could, my throat contracting around him. Joel could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard. With a growl of warning, he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat as I swallowed greedily, milking him dry with my mouth.

They took a moment to recover, their breath coming in ragged gasps, before I stood, my body flushed with satisfaction. I pulled Joel towards the bedroom, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss that left both us hungry for more.

Falling onto the bed, we pulled each other close, our hands roaming eagerly as we kissed, exploring each other's mouths with a feverish desperation. I straddled Joel, guiding his hard cock to my entrance, then slowly sank down, impaling myself on his length.

We both groaned at the feeling of becoming one. After adjusting to his thickness I began to move, riding him with slow, my tits began to bounce Joel reached up to squeeze the soft flesh, pinching my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh yes, just like that," I purred, tossing my head back setting a relentless pace. "Fuck, Joel! I’m going to cum again."

Joel's hands gripped my ass, helping to guide me as I bounced on his cock, clenching around him with each thrust. The bed creaked while our moans fill the room.

Reaching between us, Joel rubbed my clit in circular motions "Come on,baby. Let go," he urged, his voice hoarse with his own need. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your pussy."

His words sent me over the edge, I cried out, my body shaking as I came, contracting around him in waves of pleasure.

"Turn," he groaned, pulling out of me. Flipping me on my hands and knees.

I whimpered, already sensitive from my previous orgasms, as Joel thrust his cock back into me lining his thumb up with my ass, applying a little pressure behind it. I gasp slightly jerking away. “Tell me to stop,and I will” Joel slowed his thrust down. I shake my head pushing against him more. He starts to fuck me with his thumb, as he continues to thrust into my pussy. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and I let out a high-pitched whine. Joel grins, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll my nipple. “You’re fucking amazing baby” he kisses my shoulders “Goddamn, I’m going to fucking cum, baby” His voice turns hoarse as he struggles to hold back. He feels me convulse around him, my high-pitched cries filling the room. It's his undoing. He lets out a feral growl and buries his face in my neck as he spills into me, his body stiffening as he unloaded deep into my pussy, his hot cum mixing with my juices.

Collapsing onto the bed, Joel rolled off me and we lay tangled together, our breath slowly returning to normal. I traced lazy patterns on Joel's chest, a satisfied smile on my face.

"That was incredible," I murmured,"I can't wait to see what else we can get up to." Joel smirks kissing my forehead.

[totalswag]

all grown up — DREW STARKEY

authors note first off, thank you so much for 100 followers. this was a request from raye, i hope you like it!! ps, i had trouble finding pictures that can fit this fic so these are the pictures i could find, please don't come at me lmao.

summary your daughter going to preschool for the first time and drew and you don't know how to control yourselves because your little girl is growing up but drew is having a harder time accepting it because he cares for his little girl so much.

warnings none just a lot of sweetness and crying 🥹

As a parent, taking your child to school for the first time is filled with a lot of emotions. You want to make sure your child is going into an environment where they’ll have fun, make new friends, and be safe.

It takes eight minutes to get to school. Drew was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other softly caressing your hand, while Tatum sat in the back seat staring out the window with her teddy bear in her lap.

“Are we there yet?” Tatum asked softly.

“Almost princess,” Drew answered.

Tatum mumbled underneath her breath, you couldn’t understand what she was saying.

You shed a few tears when you arrived, but you wiped them away because you didn't want to overwhelm Tatum.

"I want to hold your hands," she says, raising both hands in a grasping manner.

Drew and you exchanged glances, giggling at your daughter's request.  

Drew was ready to cry and let it all out just by looking at him. In a public setting, he is great with controlling his emotions. You walked into your shared bedroom the night before to find him on the phone with his mom, crying over Tatum. Drew crying is rare unless it’s something serious.

To be real, you watched home videos of when Tatum was just a baby and balled your eyes out the whole time without knowing Drew stood by the door with his arms crossed.

This morning Drew felt a wave of emotions hitting him all at once again. He doesn’t want you to let you know how much he wants to cry but he has mentioned plenty of times how happy he is of his little princess entering preschool and is growing up so fast.

It was simple to find your way through the school hallways to Tatum's class. The door was open for the kids and their families. The classroom was nicely designed and provided everything a preschooler needs. Tatum grip Drew's and your hands more tightly as you walk around the classroom.

You smiled and pointed to the desk with her name on it, "This is where you'll be sitting."

Tatum slowly releases your hands as you crouch down to look at her. Drew helps her in taking off her backpack and setting it on top of her desk. 

While Drew helped Tatum, you scanned around the classroom, admiring how the teachers made things appear so enjoyable for these kids, who were still crouched. You make eye contact with a young woman wearing a name tag, whom you assume is one of Tatum's teachers. 

"Hello, it's nice to meet you, you must be Tatum?" The young woman smiles and extends her hand. "My name is Miss Eva, and I'll be your teacher this year," 

"What do you say, Tatum?" Drew nudges her softly, whispering.

"Hello, my name is Tatum Starkey," she responds then hides her face in Drew’s neck. 

Drew kisses her head and runs his left hand up and down her back.

Drew and you shake the young woman's hand and introduce yourselves. 

Miss Eva explains to Drew and you about the class and what she and the other teachers will be doing to keep this preschool year fun for the kids. 

Drew kept Tatum close to him, making you want to cry for the two. Drew and Tatum's relationship is unbreakable. His entire life changed for the better the instant she entered the world. He will do anything to protect her.

After Miss Eva walked away, Drew and you told Tatum to walk around the classroom and find a friend to play with before the class starts. 

“I’m so sad, I don’t want her to feel upset the whole time she’s here” you sigh, leaning your head on Drew’s arm.

“Me neither” Drew’s body was tense. You patted his chest to comfort him.

Drew felt like he could break down and cry right now. But, he kept the crying for the car. 

You two watched your little girl walk around the room with her arms in front of her body. She looks at one girl playing with baby dolls in the corner, she walks over, and sits beside the girl. The young girl gives Tatum a kind smile, handing her a baby doll to play with. The two start giggling. 

“The class is about to start, we should get going” you announce, checking the time from your watch. 

“Tatum can you come over here for a second” you call her over, she places the baby doll down, and walks over with a smile.

“That's my new friend, her name is Bella.”

"That's lovely to hear, my sweet girl," you say, trying not to choke, "me and daddy are going to leave because we aren't supposed to be here the whole time." Her bottom lip quivers, and her eyes begin to water. 

"Please don't cry unless you want mommy to cry," you chuckle as you take her hand in yours.

Tatum hiccups, "I don't want you guys to leave me."

You look at Drew with tears forming in your eyes, he nods and makes Tatum look at him.

"Princess, listen to daddy right now; you'll see us in a few hours, and when we pick you up, we'll get you some ice cream to celebrate your first day of preschool." "You'll have so much fun with your new teachers and make so many friends," Drew assures Tatum as he tucks her front strands of hair behind her ear.

When Drew said the word "ice cream," Tatum's eyes lit up. 

"Be good for mommy and daddy, please."

"I will, I love you," she says as she pulls you both into a group hug.

You each kiss her on the cheek and exit the classroom. Her gaze never leaves your figures. She blows you two kisses, like she always does. It’s her way of saying, I love you.

The moment you got in the car you started crying.

Drew gently held your hand as he looked at his wrist, which was a bracelet Tatum made for him. Drew felt a tear fall across his lap. He couldn't stop thinking about how his little princess had grown up. He is grateful to be able to call Tatum his daughter. 

"I love you, Y/N," Drew says when you raise your head from your lap.

He's crying. 

"I love you even more, Drew," she says, leaning over to hug him.

"She's growing up, and we have to accept it," you whisper in his neck, and he nods, crying.

"She's my whole world."

You two have another five minutes together before heading back home to relax.

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[adonisbeloveds]

Hmm, how about a genshin story with a child god of Teyvat? I honestly can't think of any character(s) who should be in there, so I think I'll let you decide. I really like your writing, so I can't be disappointed. 👁👁

Genshin Characters with a child god of Teyvat

-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -They/them for Traveler -He/him for Dottore -They/it for Albedo -He/it/they for Baizhu

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: I am so happy that you like my writing! This one is also a pretty long one but I hope you like it! I picked some of my fav characters for this and had a lot of fun writing for them :D

^ Made by me

-⚔️ The Traveler and Paimon were just wandering around sumeru when they got called to meet up with Nahida. When they both made it to nahida they saw her talking to a child who looked like they were half listening and half paying attention to they toys they were playing with. -⚔️ After Paimon made their presents known Nahida walked towards them and started explaining why they were here, she explained that the god of teyvat was here and asked if they could protect and care for them after explaining that the child was the god of teyvat and being such a young child they are defensless and even though she is sure no one would hurt them people cough the fatui cough might try to take them. -⚔️ The Traveler agreed straight away and went to talk to you, after some talking with each other the Traveler picked you up as you three said goodbye to Nahida and made your way to the place the Traveler and Paimon were staying for the meantime. -⚔️ Paimon loved playing with you and your toys, you were just so cute and calming to be around, you two also ate lots of food together. You guys were almost like siblings and the Traveler was like your parent!

"Okay you two, we will be going to the market to get some things okay? go get your shoes on little light and wait near the door okay?" you nodded and ran to go put your shoes on. After a little while of you rocking back and forth the Traveler and Paimon came to the door and you three went off. The traveler was looking at different stalls when they heard the sound of you screaming, they looked over to see a fatui agent trying to drag you away from the market, as soon as they were about to run over the whole ground shook and Paimon held onto the Traveler, they looked over to see you were sitting down and crying with the fatui agent no were to bee seen, not even thinking twice the Traveler ran over and scooped you up in their arms and started comforting you. After they were finished and your crying turned into small sniffles they laughed softly "thats a new one huh? thats the perks of being the god of teyvat I guess"

^ Made by me

-🧪 When all the fatui got called by the Tsaritsa they weren't expecting to be told that the god of teyvat was found and one of them are going to take care of them. -🧪 Thats when Dottore found out that he was going to take care of the god, the god thats a child at that and I mean even he was confused that they were trusting him with a child but yet again he would never think of hurting you. -🧪 He picked you up after bowing to the Tsaritsa and left to his office, contacting pantalone to get you some toys, coloring books and everything else you wanted. -🧪 He never did experiments while you were in the room and always called Pantalone to take you out whenever he was going to do experiments.

"Dot! Dot! look what I drew! its us and Mr Pantalone!" you squealed as you ran into his office and showing him your drawing, he smiled and patted you on the head as you giggled softly "that looks amazing my little god, have you shown Mr Pantalone?" he asked pausing his report on his new experiment and turning his attention to you, you shook your head "well you should go show him huh?" you gasped and quickly nodded running out of his office and making your way to pantalones office. It has been a few hours scence you came and showed Dottore your drawing and he was just thinking you were deciding to spend time with Pantalone when he heard screaming that sounded like your voice, quickly he stood up from his desk and was about to run to the door when it slammed open to show 2 new fatui agents holding you. Dottore marched over with a dark auror around him and commanded them to drop you, after they did you quickly got up and ran to him hugging his leg and crying into his pants, he picked you up and softly comforted you while usally he wouldn't show this side infront of fatui agents these ones wouldn't last long enough to step out of the room. After you calmed down and fell asleep in his arms he called Pantalone and he took you from Dottore, meanwhile the two new agents knew that they messed up big time and that this would be the last time they ever got to live. No one hurts you and gets away with it while your in Dottores care.

^ Made by me

-🎨 Albedo was looking at different papers when Klee ran into the house dragging another kid with her, she started rambling but they were able to make out the important parts such as you being the god of teyvat and that Amber found you when she was out and brought you too the favonius knights and that Klee took you. -🎨 Albedo smiled softly and crouched down infront of you and asked if you were okay staying with it and Klee, you nodded and hugged him. -🎨 Albedo soon informed the knights that they would be taking care of you and that you will be staying at their house. While it was telling the knights that Klee decided to show you her bombs! -🎨 You mostly stayed inside the house helping Albedo with paper work and cooking, when your not in the house your running around with Klee and blowing fish up and covering Klee up so she doesn't get introuble!

Albedo tried not to laugh and only let out small snickers at seeing you on your tippy toes trying to see over the tall desk to see what it was drawing, after enough of your suffering you pouted and turned around looking up at Albedo with puppy eyes and grabby hands, shaking his head while smiling he picked you up and placed you on his lap and you looked with sparkles in your eyes at the drawing they did. They got you some paper and crayons and you started your own art with your tongue slightly poked out showing your concentration. A couple hours later you you were finished and lifted it up to show albedo "look! look!" you squealed while showing your finished drawing of it, Klee and you as a family! Albedo smiled softly and picked you up making its way to the kitchen "that's amazing my little artist! why don't you hang it on the fridge and grab some stuff for dinner?" you nodded and slid out of their grip, running over to the fridge and hanging the drawing up. After Klee got home you all cooked dinner together like the small found family you were!

^ Made by me

-🐍 It was like what happened with Klee and Albedo, Baizhu was looking around for his medicine when he heard Qiqi's voice calling out for them, when he turned around to greet Qiqi it saw that she had another child that looked like the god of teyvat. -🐍 After Changsheng confirmed that you were the god it took it upon themself to look after you and Qiqi, Changsheng didn't want another child running around but she could let it pass just for you. -🐍 You helped Baizhu out by getting different ingredients for medicine, putting cold towels on paitents heads, keeping Hu toa away from Qiqi whenever she tried to steal Qiqi, you were just a helpful little assistant! -🐍 Qiqi also loved having a sibling around to keep her company and to keep the Hu toa lady away from her, she once intruduced you to coco goat milk and you loved it!

"Itss been quiet for a while hassn't it Baizhu?" Changsheng said while watching Baizhu write down a letter to a paitents family telling them that the paitent was okay and healthy "mm, it has been quiet hasn't it? I'll go check on the kids" they got up and left the room, slowly shutting the door behind him so it doesn't wake the person up and making his way to the place they sent you and Qiqi to collect some glaze lilies. When Baizhu made it they didn't see you two at first glance but after looking around it saw you and Qiqi making little flower crowns out of the glaze lilies, smiling they made their way towards you too and sat down "what happened to collecting glaze lilies you two?" he asked with a smirk on its face, you just smiled and started giggling "but we made flower crowns for you and Changsheng!" you got up and plopped a flower crown on his head and a smaller one on Changshengs head. You squealed and started laughing when Baizhu grabbed you and started tickling your sides "this is payback for making me worried little assistant!" you couldn't stop laughing as you fell into Baizhus lap, Qiqi running over and plopping into their lap too.

[unnamed-axolotl]

HAAANDSS I've always prided myself on being able to draw them so HERES A FUN LITTLE THINGY I DID!!! Tried to get a good variety of hands here. With the humans, ranging from young child to older child to adult, plus a couple of skin tones and features. Then with the animatronics, what the difference is between a harshly-put-together robot vs. an actually well-put-together animatronic.

(AND AS A BONUS their handwriting and how I think they'd draw smilies!!!!)

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT, written in the order I drew them in, not the order they appear.

I started with Michael. I was originally going to make him a lot more worn out, but just kept it simple probably for the sake of my sanity. A good few scars from the stuff he's went through. He probably has rather good handwriting because he's had a lot of practice both with legal documents and probably journaling. (Not really taking into account the Logbook here. It totally wasn't because I don't know what his handwriting looks like off the top of my head and was too lazy to get out of bed and get the book to reference.) He does a pretty generic smiley face, too.

Cassie was next. I don't really draw human hands with fingernails a lot so that was a challenge. The idea here was to make a hand that was that of an older kid, but obviously not as big or with fingers as long as Michael's are, for example. I played with her skin tone for a little bit, and I'm not too experienced with working in color, so please do let me know if there's anything I can improve upon when I do darker skin tones in the future! I was trying to get that lighter tone on her underhand but wasn't too positive about it. I also gave her some funky little bracelets, one of which is a direct copy of a bracelet that my lovely friend (@masquayla-the-splendid) for me. Cassie probably has fairly decent handwriting and definitely dots her i's with hearts when she writes her name. She tries to make the smiley faces look cute.

Evan's turn! I headcanon Evan to be much younger, so I made his hands smaller and stubbier. He's pretty pale because of the whole dying thing, and he's got some freckles and moles, sort of inspired by my own hand in a way! I've got little moles everywhere so I figured I'd incorporate that into his design, partly as a way to add more flair to an otherwise plain base. Other than that, not much going on here. He's got messier handwriting because he's a kid, and in my AU he didn't really get to go to school for all that long, so his siblings probably taught him how to write before he died. The brain damage probably doesn't help much either. He's trying his best.

For Sun and Moon, initially I couldn't decide which one of the two to color. As I was making the base I was thinking pretty hard about it, but ultimately figured out that I could probably just split it down the middle, and it worked! I've been trying to give the Daycare Attendants longer fingers to reflect how their hands look in the games. I couldn't make their hands too big because it either looked stupid to me or took up too much space, so I settled with this. I also gave them little scratches on their fingerpads. Sun and Moon have different signatures, with Moon's being a little more neat while Sun's is more fun and just a tad messier. He also overdecorates a bit. Moon stays simple with his smiley faces and Sun loves to express Big Happiness in his.

Ennard's hands (particularly their wrists where their wires tangle together like that) never look the same twice when I draw them, but I like to think the placement of their wires probably changes fairly frequently too, like a Double Rex Rat who has a new coat pattern every few days. Their wires have tarnished over time, but they try to maintain just a little bit of glint, despite the rusting, which is particularly noticeable in the spots where their fingertips brush against things most often. They've also got those little stray wires that poke out of each fingertip. Of course, holding any kind of writing utensil with those Big Meaty Claws has gotta be difficult, so even if they try their hardest, it's not gonna turn out great. Same with their smiley faces. They're doing their best.

[moonblastbitch]

Yellow card update

Hi ya'll! So I barely use tumblr nowadays, but considering some stuff going on I thought it would be good to do a quick little come back.

So hi! I'm Kit, I write the griddlehark fic Yellow Card with my friend Starr. It's a very silly fanfiction about age difference Harrow and Gideon having an affair and raising a child together. It's pretty well known in TLT fan spaces which I'm super grateful for! It's not an understatement to call this little fic my pride and joy. I've spent the last two years working on it as my little labor of love and it's kinda grown a cult of followers! Really, it's a fun excuse for me and my friend to work on something we care about together. But lately I haven't felt inclined to work on it and I want to talk about why.

Over the last several months I've had some health stuff going on that's resulted in needing two surgeries. Along with that, I moved into a new place and my gf and I are managing some new financial stress. Plus, you know, the general state of democracy in decay all around the world. It doesn't leave me a lot of time or energy to write silly smut fic. Everyone has been very supportive of me taking the time I need to recover and I'm really grateful.

But... this is where I have to address some not great stuff. Today my friend approached me with a fanfiction making fun of my writing. And several posts from someone making fun of the tropes I use in the writing. Now, I want to make this abundantly clear. Absolutely no one is required to like my writing style or fics. I don't write for praise or wealth, just for my own personal happiness. I think everyone is within their right to complain to their friends if they dislike something they read. What I really can't tolerate however is this intense hostility toward myself or my fellow writers. Nor do I appreciate having an entire fic written mocking me or my stylistic choices.

Back when I first joined the TLT fandom in 2020 it was teeny tiny. Now it's a lot less so. It's been so satisfying to see everyone grow and change over the years, and I think I've grown a lot as a writer. Sadly though, I've seen a lot of stupid bullshit. I've seen personal friends of mine targeted in harassment campaigns because they ship the wrong ship. I've been added to public bookmarks complaining about my writing, I've been subtweeted, I've been made fun of. And I think I'm done.

I write for my own pleasure. I write to bond with my friends. I am not writing for homophobic assholes who use my work to mock me, nor make me or my co-writer the target of harassment. So, as a result, Yellow Card and all my other TLT fics are on an immidate hiatus, with the exception of one upcoming commission for the TLT for Palestine charity.

I spent a long time tonight debating if I should even write this post. It seems like by writing this I'd be giving the people making fun of me more ammo. But honestly? I don't care. My feelings are hurt. I am upset. I shouldn't have to hide that because some bullies will take bits of this statement to use in their next bitchy text post.

I want to reiterate something important. I am open to critque on my work. Anyone who has an issue with my writing style is more than welcome to come into my comments and let me know if something isn't flowing right, if there are unfortunate implications of a line I may not have considered, if there is something they personally find a bit distasteful. Sadly, the people doing this skipped right to mockery and ridicule, and that is unacceptable.

What drew me to this fandom in the first place was Muir's openness to her background in fanworks. She clearly takes such pride knowing her book series has spawned into a wild, happy fandom writing crack silliness and serious character study alike. Because that is what fandom is for. Having fun in a big beautiful sandbox, creating art with friends. And I treasure that deeply, even as I am forced to walk away from a space I love.

TLDR: TLT fandom is full of dicks. And not the kind I write about.

Thank you to everyone whose offered me kindness and support over the years! I truly appreciate you all. If you wanna stay in contact, it's easiest to find me over on twitter @moonblastbitch or discord (same name)

[demigod-shenanigans]

Have not posted about mine and @queenjunothegreat’s next gen kids in way too long so: Pipeyna kiddie

-Her name is Emilia McLean. Her go-to nickname is Em. When she’s in trouble, Piper calls her Lea. Yes, she‘s named after Leo. He would not stop wailing when he was told about this.

-Em is Sofía’s best friend. She’s three years older than Sofía and they grow up considering each other sisters. (Good luck trying to tell Sofía they’re not sisters because they’re not related, she’s not related to her dads either and they’re still her dads, so checkmate)

-When they were small, Sofía followed Em around like a little duckling, insisting to play whatever Em was playing and do whatever Em was doing. There’s nothing these two wouldn’t do for each other. (Also yes I gave them matching earrings in different colors because they’re dorks and they would.)

-Em loves skirts and dresses and putting her hair up in fancy braids. Reyna’s got the braiding covered due to her time on Circe’s island, but when Em asked her moms to show her how to do her makeup, they were both sweating profusely because Piper hasn’t let anyone put makeup on her since she was twelve and Reyna’s just never really bothered with it? They spent like an hour trying to watch a makeup tutorial before giving up and admitting they need help. Hylla never lets Reyna live it down, but Emilia is thrilled because “the queen of the Amazons taught me how to do my makeup” is a pretty cool thing to brag about. (There was a discussion on whether or not to call Drew instead but in the end they settled on Hylla because they knew Hylla would be annoying but not as overly smug about it.)

-Drew absolutely takes Em clothes shopping sometimes because she’s decided Reyna and Piper are both useless. Piper lets it happen because it makes Em happy but is also fuming about it. Reyna is honestly just grateful to be getting out of clothes shopping lmao her closet is almost entirely made up of work outfits.

-Piper and Reyna have a rescue dog named Kitty (Em named her when she was three, in honor of that the name is spelled in all caps in all official documents) and Em loves that dog so much. It’s entirely mutual. Kitty is wildly protective of Em and will bite people if they so much as look at her weird.

-Leo is Em’s chaotic fun uncle and they get into so many shenanigans together. Jason is a significantly less chaotic uncle than his husband but somehow always ends up caught in the crossfire of their uncle-niece shenanigans.

-Leo being the chaotic fun uncle inevitably comes back to bite him when Em takes a page out of his book and starts getting into shenanigans with Sofía. Piper is absolutely cackling in the background.

Some more lore stuff under the cut since this is getting kind of long

-Em is actually the only next gen child named specifically after another demigod. This is both because Leo is close friends with her moms and because in a universe where names have power, choosing the name of the guy who beat the odds and quite literally rewrote fate—who defied death not once but twice so he could have his happy ending—is the greatest blessing Piper can think to give her daughter.

-Leo has thought of himself as a curse for a large chunk of his life. The concept of having his name used as a blessing is something he never fully recovers from.

-Speaking of names: Reyna’s bloodline and family legacy was meant to be intricately tied to New Rome’s survival. It ruined her life and took away almost her entire childhood. She happily laid her family name to rest and took Piper’s when they married. They mostly live in the mortal world and her ties with New Rome aren’t nearly as strong as they used to be when she was growing up, but there’s a part of her is terrified that this will come back to haunt her daughter one day. She never tells her daughter about Bellona’s prophecy. She won’t allow for her to grow up with the future of New Rome on her shoulders.

-Emilia is a natural leader. Aside from her general proficiency with various weapons, her main power is a sort of motivational charmspeak—not quite Piper’s ability to control others, and not quite Reyna’s ability to project her own emotions outward, but a milder combination of both that allows her to demand the attention of other demigods, instill confidence in those listening to her and rally her troops. Everyone knows she’d be a praetor at Camp Jupiter in no time, and it terrifies Reyna.

-But Em is a legacy of Aphrodite and Bellona both. She has a place at Camp Half-Blood as well as Camp Jupiter. And when the time comes for her to choose, she chooses Camp Half-Blood and goes back to live with her moms once the summer is over. Reyna nearly cries with relief.

-Maybe Leo’s name worked. Maybe the prophecy won’t be of any relevance until they’ve all long passed, many generations down the line. But Em strays from the path that seemed so set for her. She’s free, in a way Reyna never was.

[kittyball23]

Hello! I would like to request a fanfiction where Branch prepares a nursery for his first child and has a heart-to-heart moment with Poppy when he feels doubtful about his readiness to become a father. Poppy, who is carrying their unborn child (as an egg in her hair), comforts him that he will be a wonderful father as long as they raise their baby together.

Would you be able to do this for me? If you're busy with other requests, that's fine, just let me know when you have time. Thank you! 😊

Yes indeed, here it is 🙂

Doubts (a Trolls fanfic)

Branch wasn’t usually wrong about things. But in the occasion that he was, there was usually good reason for it. He remembered the rather sarcastic remark he’d made when venturing to Vacay Island, declaring that their adventure right then and there was their ‘most fun mission.’

Well, this wasn’t the case.

It wasn’t anything to get him wrong about, though. Going on their travels, singing, dancing, and bonding with family really was fun (if you excluded nearly getting squashed by doll-like maniacs). But the adventure of sorts that he found himself in now had succeeded in topping that.

Branch stretched out the cramping in his hand, taking a break from the way he was holding the paintbrush, and considered that thought yet again, as he had been for many days at a time. Maybe it was silly calling it an adventure. When he thought of one, he pictured defeating traitorous zenmasters, overthrowing Rock Apocalypses, or exposing frauds through the power of diamond-shattering Family Harmonies. Not one of… fatherhood.

But nonetheless, whether it could be categorized as an ‘adventure’ or maybe not, it still was something alright.

News traveled quickly of the pregnancy, and it was the fuss of the town. Poppy - friend, beloved Queen - was going to become a mother! It was enough to light up one’s face like a Christmas Tree at the mere mention of it.

He could feel the excitement every moment he stepped out into Pop Village, stronger now more than ever since the actual egg had been laid, the buzz of anticipation and happiness with every Troll who passed him by and offered their congrats, or gifts for their new child, or, as it was on most occasions, both!

Branch took it all in stride, proud and eager, arranging everything he’d graciously received into the newest addition to his bunker, specially made for the newest addition in their lives. Toys, blankets, bottles, and diapers galore were all set into the nursery, the pièce de résistance itself the lovely wooden bassinet that he had so carefully crafted by hand himself, and was in the process of painting.

Branch smiled. He was excited. He was excited to see her excited, and everybody else!

However, there was still something that he couldn’t ignore. Something he couldn’t so easily shake off.

And those were the nerves.

Entering parenthood was like entering one of the musical tribes for the first time. Unknown territory, foreign lands he hadn’t traveled and didn’t know what to expect from it. Sure, his nursery exemplified the love, care, and dedication he was putting forth for the baby and Poppy… but was it enough?

The chipper melody of his beloved suddenly drew him from the musings, making him smile.

“Oh!” Poppy gasped as she entered the space, clasping her hands and looking all over at the domestic little room. “It looks great!”

Branch set the brush down and greeted her with a quick hug and swift peck on the cheek. "Thanks." He said it in a manner that he believed was casual and nonchalant. Poppy, however, seemed to pick up on the undertone of tension that was hidden beneath his words. Her brow creased into an expression of concern.

"What's the matter?" she asked, taking his hands into hers.

Branch glanced at her, stunned for a second for her having figured him out so quickly like that. But then again, this was Poppy, and she knew how he worked - mentally, physically, and emotionally. She knew what tones in his voice were indicative of distress, knew that the caress of her hand over the back of his would begin to quell any anxieties within seconds after she touched it, knew that he could openly speak to her about whatever storms of doubt were clouding his mind…

Branch shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know, I just…” He paused to take a deep breath, and then continued. “I guess I almost feel like I’m not cut out for this…”

Poppy blinked in surprise at him. “What? No… no, how can you say that about yourself?” She shook her head, trying to comprehend what would make him conclude such a thing. Branch, even before the baby was born, was already proving to be a wonderful father!

“I’ll tell you how,” he said firmly, "Just look at the way I was raised! My brothers weren't there, and neither was Grandma... I had to do it myself. And you remember the whole 'Bergens are coming' thing, right?" He ducked his head in shame, himself not wanting to recall his boisterous, reluctant behavior in his gray days. That had been some dark time for him, a time that he was ashamed to even claim as his own. He had learned some valuable lessons about survival, in retrospect, but at what cost? At the cost of pushing everybody away? Secluding himself? Purposefully estranged from the girl he loved?

"I just don't want to be a letdown for our baby," he admitted in a hushed voice. "I don't want to be a failure. We've already been through so much, and I... I would just hate to make it any worse..." He shuddered to think what might happen if he was unable to provide properly, unable to continue showing the affection the baby so rightly deserved.

Poppy's eyes softened, her demeanor shifting slightly. "Oh Branch..." Her coo was as gentle as her touch upon his arm. "Listen to me: You will never be a letdown to me. Nobody can blame you for how you were back then, or for what happened. If anything, our experiences together helped shape us. And I wouldn't change any of it."

Branch raised an eyebrow at her. "Not even the whole smashing-cards-in-front-of-you thing?"

Poppy laughed. "No, not even that. Besides... you kept all those cards, remember?"

The blue Troll blushed, the time he had revealed his collected stash having been a memorable one.

“And you don’t have to worry about junior, here,” Poppy added, reaching into her pink hair and pulling out the delicate little egg, a beautiful pastel blue with pink swirls. She caressed it for a second, and then lifted it up, pretending to ask it a question. “Baby, do you love your Daddy?” She provided the answer, using a higher-pitched voice to act as the baby. “Yes, yes I do!” She put on her normal voice after that to ask, “Is he the best Daddy in the whole wide world?”, and then put on the higher voice again for when she answered, “Yes, yes he is!”

Branch and Poppy laughed together as she passed the egg onto him. He looked meaningfully at it for a second, touching the shell’s exterior gently and stroking its soft texture.

"I don't know if we'll be the best parents ever," Poppy said, shrugging, "but, as long as we do it together, it doesn't hurt to try... does it?"

Branch gazed at her with shining eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all," he responded simply, “ and Poppy giggled, leaning her head against his, with their egg snug between them.

The Troll felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a newfound confidence blooming within. And, as they stood together in the gentle glow of the nursery lights, the pair couldn't wait to face the next chapter of their lives, hand in hand, side by side, together forever and always.

[infinityerlingx]

Baby Fever

erling haaland x (fem)reader

plot - babysitting erling’s nephew has erling’s mind all over the show

genre - fluff

a/n - i do not know the name of erling’s nephew, so he will be called Isaac in this fic :)

part two here !!

part three here !!

You loved babysitting Erling’s nephew, the way his big eyes would stare up at you, with a little toothy grin as you made him giggle. The small boy only being 2 years old, he was beginning to talk a lot and wanted to run around everywhere.

Gabrielle had brought him over to Erling’s apartment one afternoon, with her struggling to find someone to look after him, you were always happy to take care of the little boy. His smile grew as he saw your face, opening his arms to be held by you. Gabrielle thanked you once again before making her way out. Erling was in the kitchen, making some food for Isaac as you brought him into the kitchen to meet Erling. Erling’s face lit up as you passed Isaac to him.

The afternoon was spent in the living room, Isaac on the carpet, multiple toys around him and colouring pages scattered around, Erling sat on the edge of the sofa, watching with a smile as you and Isaac drew pictures together. His mind couldn’t help but wander and think of you doing this with your own child in the future. Erling knew for a fact that he wanted children with you, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Isaac was beginning to get tired, his little yawns made Erling get up from the sofa and pick him up, taking him into the guest bedroom and letting him have a short nap.

“He’s asleep” Erling spoke softly as he wandered back into the living room, finding you on still the floor, picking up Isaac’s toys and cleaning up the papers, before stretching your body and standing back up. You sent him a smile before sitting back onto the L-shaped sofa, getting yourself comfy as Erling joined you, throwing himself down next to you, pulling you into him for a cuddle.

“Glad he’s asleep, tired me out all of this today” You hummed into Erling’s chest.

“I guess it can’t be that bad can it? I mean look how much fun we’ve both had today with him” Erling spoke.

“What do you mean?” You spoke sitting yourself up, watching his face.

“Y/N, you’re so good with him, seeing you with him has 100% made my mind up” Erling spoke seriously. You knew what he was insinuating but you wanted to hear him say it, so you played dumb, not wanting him to catch on with your mind. Your eyebrow cocked making him sigh before speaking again.

“I want a baby with you” Your eyes widened at his confession, even though it wasn’t a surprise, you didn’t think you’d hear them words ever come out of his mouth. “You’re the only person I want to have in the rest of my life. You’re everything to me Y/N, I don’t see myself with anyone but you, I want it all with you, the big house, with 2 maybe 3 little versions of us running around the garden” He carried on, his hand linked with yours. “If that’s what you want, but I really want a baby with you”

“Of course that’s what I want Erling, I want a baby with you too” You spoke and you’d never seen Erling smile so much in his life. His hands on your hips pulling you on top of him, sitting on his lap, he pulled you into a hug. His head tucked into your neck. His arms tight around your waist, your cheek resting against his head. “You’re the only one for me Erling” You spoke softly. Erling squeezed you in response, your heart fluttering at his actions.

Isaac had woken up just less than an hour later, finding you and Erling cuddled up on the sofa, his little arms extended wanting to be included. You picked him up, placing him on your lap, Erling watched you with a smile on his face. It was like you were made to be a mother.

Gabrielle arrived at the apartment after another hour had passed, Isaac jumping up and running straight for his mum. Gabrielle thanked the both of you and you said your goodbyes to her and the little boy, giving him a little kiss on his forehead.

Once the door was locked, Erling had his arms wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder, you leant into his touch, resting your back against his strong frame. You let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut after a long day. Your hands rested on top of his own. Your eyes opened again, turning your head you placed a short kiss onto Erling’s cheek.

“Wanna go get in bed and watch some Netflix?” You questioned quietly, Erling hummed and you felt his head nod. His arms loosening from your waist as he pulled away and walked with you to your shared bedroom. The pair of you getting changed into comfy clothes before getting into the large bed.

After a while the movie was forgotten about, you both lay facing each other, your leg pulled up over his waist, one of his large hands on your thigh, one of your hands resting around his shoulders, playing with his long hair.

“I mean every word I said today, seeing you with Isaac confirmed everything, I know we’re only young but, I mean, I think we’re both ready aren’t we?” Erling spoke “Unless you don’t want to yet, I’m ready whenever you are” He carried on, not wanting to rush you.

“Erling, stop worrying. I think I’m ready” You spoke with a smile. Erling looked at you with widened eyes. “Yeah we’re young but what’s stopping us? Nothing” You assured him.

“I’m so excited min kjære” He spoke softly, leaning down and giving you a long kiss. “Plus there’s one other thing” He said, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Hm, what’s that then” You replied, confusion spread over your face.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant, my baby inside of you” He smirked, his hand pushing against your lower stomach making you bite your lip slightly.

“Is that right?” You teased, pressing a small kiss over his Adam’s apple.

“Indeed it is” He replied, looking you up and down, his tongue darting out before kissing you again.

“Let’s do it then” You spoke against his lips, Erling didn’t need any more encouragement, he was bound to make sure that he would do anything to please you and make this the best night for you both.

Next thing you knew you were lay back on the bed, Erling’s large body covering you, his lips on yours and you knew that you were in for an incredible night.

[cup-o-stars]

How long have you been creating art? I LOVE your style, and you inspire me to keep creating!!

Thank you very much! So sorry to ramble at you, but I like talking about myself because it's a topic I'm actually informed about:

Technically I've been creating stuff since preschool. I drew with my siblings as kids (our dad was an artist), but just dinky little characters I could cut out like toys, ha. Similarly, in school people knew I could draw, but I only made gross or weird things that made my friends laugh. (I probably have some cringe, child art somewhere, but I wouldn't know where to look.)

I think that means I properly "started" in middle school. All my friends went someplace else, so I doodled to pass the time alone. Mostly- again- just things that made me laugh, but also more actual OCs and concepts. One day a teacher saw some of my joke-ish notes in class, looked through my sketchbook, and gave me a job making posters during lunch. (I could put anything I wanted on them so long as it wasn't sex/gore/drugs. That said, I dialed back on my ugly, violent monsters, which the teachers did not like me drawing.)

Over the years I came up with a lot of story ideas, and the more ideas I had, the better I wanted to get at drawing. Despite that, I never committed to practicing until a pal of mine showed off a piece of realism, and another friend showed his own character designs. My competitive side and jealousy kicked in, so to finally and completely answer your question, I think I got more serious about art in highschool, lol.

These are some OC's from freshman/junior year:

And here's some art of them from this year and last-ish (or the year before) for comparison:

Improvement has been slow because my foundation-lacking process has always been slow, and I'll probably keep unlearning my haphazard way of drawing for years to come. But the more I learn the basics, the quicker I get, and the more fun I can have!

I'm very glad people enjoy my One Piece stuff because I myself love One Piece, but I'm VERY happy that people are inspired by me to keep creating at all!

[luffyvace]

There’s gonna be a new op series called character remix!!

this is so exciting and cool!

here’s my thoughts and take on it 💌💗

so if you haven’t heard it’s basically where we’ll get to view all the strawhats pov before they met Luffy, instead of picking up on they’re life where Luffy met them since the anime is in his pov. They’ll be going in chronological order and the first 2 volumes will come out July 4th. Starting with Luffy I believe, in stead of flashbacks like marineford we’ll get the full thing! :) yippie! Also! There’s gonna be 580 pages per volume! That’ll totally be packed with info right?! 🎉

starting with who I’m most curious about:

Robin: 📖📚

she’s first because most backstories are straight to the point in flashbacks but for me it just feels like it happened really quickly. Personal opinion. Also! We got to see that she likes books but we mostly saw her pain. The only thing to have ever made her happy as a child was books, Saul and the researchers. Therefore we didn’t get a chance to learn much about little robin! Would she like dolls if she had to opportunity to get one? Or building blocks? If she wasn’t neglected would she have been a louder person naturally? You never know because how you grow up can mold you, so if you’re in a survival mode from such a young age you don’t get much time to focus on your personality! Which is why I like Robin’s “saying creepy things” gag, it lets me know she’d be a bit of a weirdo! But it can also stem from hardly having any light in her life- also fact that she’s straightforward about it shows some of her personality as well!

Zoro: ⚔️🗡️

this guy’s past is definitely gonna be good! We seriously didn’t get to see anything about him at all! We don’t know what he like’s personally, and yes training and such, but what about silly little adventures?! He lost Kuina which is a part of big part of darkness in his life, but we still don’t know Zoro on a deep level. Really it’s just gonna be interesting to see what the volume has to offer! :)

Franky: 🤖🦾

this!!! This guy! Nobody talks about how little we know of him! It’s like Zoro, we only know what he’s good at! We only know he likes to build! But we don’t know any habits or hobbies he could’ve tried to pick up that didn’t stick, we didn’t see him evolve and grow! Franky and Robin are in their 30s! We don’t even know what they were like in their 20s! Especially not franky!! I’m really pumped to see what he’ll be like from the flashback up til when he meets Luffy, a weirdo that’s for sure. It’d be fun to see the franky family funny moments too!

Brook: ☠️🏴‍☠️

Dude. No one talks about the fact that his flashback started when he was already an adult!! The only reason we know what he looks like as a child is because Oda drew it! Obviously he was playing music back then as well, but all the strawhats ambitions started when they were a kid! That’s not enough info! We don’t know his parents, hometown, anything! We don’t even know why he loves music! I mean we do, but not really we’re it stems from directly, was his parents out of the picture? Were they there but didn’t care so music was all he had? Were they struggling financially? Did he raise himself? What?!

Nami: 🍊🧡

again! All we know is her dream, not her personally! The most we know is why she loves money! And that was shown in the flashback! We also know she wasn’t financially stable, but what about the day to day life? Did the tangerine sales pick up in the summer? Why weren’t they selling good? Couldn’t they have gone to all the neighboring towns to sell them? How did Bellmere break the news that they weren’t a biological family when Nami was of age? Did she always figure and it was an unspoken thing? Or did Nami cry when she found out? We don’t know!

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳🥘

ngl he would be higher on the list if I watch whole cake but I’m only on Zou 😁 anyway, the article I read to find out the series was coming out mentioned the fact that we don’t know exactly when and how Zeff met, which is a good point!! I’m interested in how that went down too! It pretty much just slipped over that during the flashback, did Sanji escape? Did Zeff take him in welcoming or did Sanji have to fight to get in? Did Zeff help break in out? Now keep in mind I haven’t watch Whole cake so if these questions have been answered I don’t know yet. Anyway that’s my take on it, but one more thing. I feel we’ll get a deeper sense of why Sanji loves to cook. And if there’s anything else he likes besides that!

Chopper: ���

I wanna see his day to day life! And also funny moments bc IK they’re there. Also to see him study more! Honestly just more background for this little cutie is all I want. Maybe he should be lower on this list….idk? I really wanna see his tho..

Usopp: 🤥

he’s also lower bc i feel they did a good job showing us enough of Usopp’s background. They got the point across real well, but I would like to see more Usopp pirate crew adventures tho!

Luffy: 🧑‍🌾

Lol the emoji is supposed to be a strawhat. Anyway I LOVE Luffy which makes it odd that he’s so low on this list, but he gets lots of screen time, I feel he also got the longest and most detailed backstory. They did a real good job covering most things, I’d honestly just want to see more adventures and they years between 14-17 bc they timeskiped it lol. Itd be fun to see teen Luffy and Ace interact more, since they’re not little kids anymore. Like arguments about who’s gonna be taller, hobbies they might’ve picked up, talking about what they’re gonna name they pirate crews, sneaking into Goa kingdom together and going through another man’s trash to find they’re own treasure. So I guess I might wanna see his more than I thought! Anywho!

🌷🏴‍☠️

-Brook

[calissarowan]

Happy Halloween!

Duman made him do it. He got into it in the end. Plus, the costume came with a hat! I just thought this would be so much fun for them, so I drew it back in…June? I think? I wanted to be prepared, and I’m so happy with how it came out! They’re so cute! And I think Angel’s costume really suits Duman; don’t tell me he wouldn’t rock thigh-highs. These wings made me hate all things. They took so long, with so many details to check! I’m never drawing them again. Also, since I failed to write my original Halloween fic, have a spontaneous one-shot.

‘Please?’ ‘No.’ ‘Please please please?’ ‘Still no.’ ‘Gantlos!’ ‘Duman!’ Gantlos rolled his eyes, trying to avoid eye contact with the furry bodysuit Duman was clutching to him like his lost child. No. Just…no. He was not humiliating himself in that. Halloween was getting a slightly different outfit outta him, and that was it. Duman flopped down on the couch in what could best be described as a huff. ‘You said you’d dress up with me!’ ‘Yeah, I didn’t say I’d dress as a bird cat.’ ‘Okay, he’s not a bird cat, you know that.’ Duman adopted his best puppy eyes, channeling all the force of his plea behind his eyes. ‘Pleeeeeaaaaase? You loved watching the show.’ ‘I said I appreciated that they weren’t scared of some casual gore,’ Gantlos corrected. ‘Can’t I wear something else?’ ‘No, I spent a month on this!’ ‘You coulda just used magic.’ ‘You know I like doing these by hand. Magical clothing can fade…I like stuff like this to be…y’know, permanent.’ ‘Yeah, yeah, I know…’ Gantlos frowned. ‘…Husk has little hearts on his face. You weren’t planning to…’ Duman produced a makeup palette, and Gantlos recoiled. ‘Ohhhhh no. No way.’ ‘If you didn’t want me to go nuts here, you shoulda said something beyond ‘You can handle costumes, you know I’m not creative like that.’’ …Dammit, the man had a point. He’d just assumed Duman would pick…well, um…oh who was he kidding, he hadn’t thought it through. ‘Nice costume!’ Anagan’s eyes widened with delight as he caught sight of Duman, resplendent in a carefully hand-sewn Angel Dust costume. This one, Gantlos held far less animosity for. It was either that he wasn’t being made to wear it, or that it involved Duman in thigh highs. …It was probably the thigh highs. ‘Thanks! Whatcha think of this one?’ Duman held up his Husk costume, and Anagan had to hide a grin. ‘For…for Gantlos? I love it. When are you getting him into makeup?’ ‘I hate you…’ Gantlos hissed under his breath. ‘Duman, why is there the skin of a winged cat on my couch?’ Ogron inquired, wandering and tugging awkwardly at the warlock robe he’d been coaxed into for tonight, despite insisting that it was ‘historically and culturally as accurate as a dinosaur with a toaster oven’. ‘It’s Husk!’ ‘Yes, I suppose a skin is a husk of sorts…’ Everyone gave Ogron the typical ‘you’re not getting it, just move on’ look, and he returned to trying to casually pick the silver embroidery out from his cuff. ‘Gantlos is refusing to wear the costume I spent a month on, at his request.’ ‘I didn’t request this.’ ‘You said I could design a costume, and I wanted to do this one with you…’ Duman held up the costume pleadingly. ‘Huskerdust…c’mon…please?’ On the one hand, Gantlos wanted to make Duman happy. And he’d hardly said Duman couldn’t make this. On the other, it was a furry bodysuit with wings and a top hat. There were limits. ‘C’mon, G,’ Anagan coaxed. ‘We’re just going to a party; everyone’ll be too drunk ten minutes in to take in your costume.’ ‘That’s if I don’t consume all alcoholic beverages first to forget about the fact this fabric didn’t even exist when this patterning was popular…’ Ogron muttered. Nobody really cared. ‘Why don’t you wanna wear it?’ Anagan asked curiously. ‘It’s just for fun. Hell, I’m a Super Mario Brother.’ ‘…Why?’ Anagan shrugged. ‘S’fun.’

‘…I’ll look silly!’ Gantlos gritted out, folding his arms. He was the wizard of destruction, how many people would take him seriously if they ever saw him with hearts on his face and a little feathered tail? ‘…Kinda the point.’ Anagan shrugged, twirling the novelty moustache he’d got from god-knew-where. ‘It’s Halloween, everyone looks silly. Duman’s in thigh-highs. Ogron…is wearing whatever mistake he’d like to point out next. And I think we all know I look dumb as hell.’ ‘…’ That was true. ‘…And if the Winx see this?’ ‘Stella probably makes a cat joke in battle and you crush her like normal.’ …That…wasn’t soooo bad. ‘Gantlos, I swear to god, if you find a way to escape this costumed madness and leave me alone in this nonsense-’ Ogron began, being swiftly cut off by Duman. ‘Please?’ He placed the top hat on Gantlos’s head. ‘Pretty, pretty please?’ Gantlos glanced up at the accessory. He did love a good hat… ‘…Alright, fine. One night. And if the Winx see pictures, we claim it was photoshopped.’ Duman lit up with glee, diving for his makeup kit. ‘Oh, you won’t regret this!’ And, actually, by the time they got home, he didn’t.