#i had fun with this one it's so wholesome!

[jumalanpelko]

Will you write more comics after this?

Hope so ! I love your work

Omg thank you!!

And yes! I plan to! Let me show some stufff >:3

1. Ruotola (Fishbone isle)

This one is a long boi! It is more slice of life comic that keeps taking dark turns when we figure out whats going on, but not like. A tragedy. It tells the story of Turska (Cod, the round cat) a super quiet cat who starts trying to solve other cats' issues (Amelie style kinda?)

Also Turska and Varpu (the sharp cat) are based on Suncat and Guard thats why they look similar! But where Suncat and Guard are unhealthy cause they cant deal with stuff without each other Turska and Varpu are unhealthy cause Varpu is like. Very distant.

2. Tulitanssija reboots but in Jumalanpelko world

I wrote a huge magic cat book when i was a kid and its shitty but I love some cats in it and been making little stories for them. I had one that was HUGE but broke them down in smaller stories. They take place in the same world as Jumalanpelko but do not have same characters in them

The first one is about Naakkatar (jackdawness) and Ukko (Old man), trans cats in a qpr who have learned to swap bodies with each others and are on the run. They have to deal with another "god". Honestly a wholesome story.

And the second one is about Lysti (Joy/Fun) and Vitka (slow). Lysti is a... cat who is a prisoner under the ground and Vitka is a cat who finds her on accident.

I dont know if i will make these two but! I love them.

3. Werewolf thing

Story that helps me to deal with my feelings as a person who was a queer autistic kid without knowing but still knowing that somethings up. So a werewolf kid hanging out with a dog and trying to find the wolf who turned them.

This one might become a comic or a novel we shall see.

(I am writing this in school pretending to listen so there are more errors than usually lmao i wont fix them)

[sinsirellaxx]

ok chat my birthday was a day ago so i gota ask.. slytherin boys celebrating ur birthday? (esp tom pspspsps)

Slytherin Boys – how they would celebrate your birthday

Warnings: None – this actually turned out to be rather wholesome?

A/N: Sorry for the long and sudden break – took me a while to find somewhat of a new routine. And I am so sorry anon – I don't know how old this ask his but anyway: happy (extremely) belated birthday! I hope you had an amazing day! Have fun reading ❤️

Enjoy!

Mattheo …

… who would try to bake something just because he knows how much you love chocolate cake.

… who would almost cry because the finished cake looked borderline poisonous before running into the kitchens to threaten ask the house elves to bake him a cake for you.

… who would surprise you in his dorm after kicking the other boys out and threatening them to hex them if they disturbed you.

… who would be laying on his side on the bed with a bow around his hips and the cake in front of him.

… who would lie about the cake – telling you he made it for you. “Happy birthday, babe. I made this for you.”

… who would smirk as he told you that he is your present, while wiggling his eyebrows and pointing at the big red bow on his crotch.

… who would roll his eyes when you raised your brow at that, quickly giving you your real present before calling you his “materialistic queen”.

Theodore …

… who almost forgot about your birthday. He found out when he saw your girl friends sing happy birthday for you loudly in the Hall.

… who immediately skedaddled out of there, pissed at himself for forgetting your birthday.

… who��d skip classes to go to Hogsmeade (he almost got caught) and buy you your favorite things.

… who’d sneak into the kitchens right before dinner to steal food just so he could prepare a picnic for you.

… whose heart hurt when he saw your angry face until you noticed the picnic.

… who’d brag about him being the best boyfriend and telling you he’d “never forget, amore”.

Lorenzo …

… who would plan a surprise party with all of your (and mainly his) friends on the night before your birthday.

… who’d created a list of presents that you might like – to ensure you’d only get things you like.

… who’d whisk you away after the time hit midnight to give you his present in private – he wanted to be the first.

… who’d dance with you in the privacy of his room, kissing you after ending the dance before leading you back to the party.

… who’d roll his eyes when the party guests called him a greedy b*tch for stealing you away

Draco …

… who would make sure to remind you daily leading up to your birthday that it’s your day, so you better let him spoil you.

… who’d sneak into Honeydukes to buy your favorite sweets, because he wants to be the one to treat you to everything you love.

… who’d insist on picking out the perfect dress for you and make sure it fits perfectly, so you’d look flawless on your special day.

… who’d act like he’s so annoyed when you point out his thoughtful gestures, but secretly feels a bit proud of himself.

… who’d give you a gift wrapped in luxurious paper, telling you it’s not something you can ever buy for yourself.

… who’d be way too proud of how good you look in the dress he picked out for you and won’t stop staring at you all night.

… who’d get a little possessive when other guys look at you, making sure to remind them that you’re his with a sharp look or a possessive hand on your waist.

Blaise …

… who’d be the one to organize the most relaxing and intimate birthday evening, knowing that you just want peace and quiet.

… who would definitely take you out to a quiet dinner at one of the hidden spots around Hogwarts that only a select few know about.

… who’d give you a thoughtful gift that was well beyond your expectations, something sentimental that shows how much he listens to everything you say.

… who’d take a walk with you after dinner, talking about everything and nothing, making you feel like you’re the most important person in his world.

… who’d quietly ask you if you liked the gift, and would be slightly insecure until you reassure him you love it.

… who’d smirk slightly when you thank him and call him your "birthday savior," secretly feeling proud he made your day special.

Tom …

… who’d remind you about your birthday days in advance because he doesn’t forget important dates, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

… who’d act like he couldn’t care less about celebrating, but when the day arrives, he’d still find a way to make it unforgettable for you.

… who would make an effort to give you a gift that only someone who truly understands you could choose – something meaningful, intellectual, and thought-provoking.

… who’d take you to a secluded spot in the castle and tell you how much you mean to him in a rare moment of vulnerability.

… who’d whisper softly, “I trust you, more than anyone else,” as you both share a moment in private, far from prying eyes.

… who would give you a small, carefully selected token that’s symbolic of how he feels about you, something with deeper meaning that you’d never expect from someone like him.

… who’d leave you with a kiss on your forehead, a touch of possessiveness and longing in his eyes before disappearing, making sure your birthday is something only the two of you share.

[peculiarbeauty]

not to be very gushy again on main but a lot of the bonds i make here are irreplaceable. i mention you guys to my husband regularly like we are friends that hang out in real life im not kidding hahaha. like just yesterday i was talking to him about /keepmovinjunior and saying "jenn who also writes-" and he cut me off with "meg, right ?" BC I JUST LOVE JENN SO MUCH. the same goes for a lot of you seriously. i feel like i cannot replace any of you who i've made such good friends w/ in my heart. my affiliates are also my good friends here , i wish to showcase every single one of you in the best ways i can across my blogs bc you mean a lot to me. and we've created something tremendous in the disney community lately like. it's crazy how when i got here we had maybe a few close friend blogs and now we have SO MANY blogs returning / joining for the first time. so many wonderful writers who love disney and love making friends and it's just really warm and wholesome and SAFE. which is what everyone wants in a community. a place that is SAFE. a place without anger , toxicity , all that jazz. we've created that happy space here through so much love. so much love for what each other create and express.

i say it A LOT how fun this is but even then i still don't feel i say it enough. i am grateful to you that we get to write together. i feel very grateful that my friends tag me in stuff / want to write with me / make art of our muses / etc. it's an incredibly sweet feeling. <3 thank you ;w; I DON'T FEEL THIS POSTS DOES IT ENOUGH JUSTICE STILL. i am grateful.

[instressted]

more headcanons 🥰🥰 3/?

-because Theo’s a chimera, he heals slower but tans easier and Liam gets jealous (idk this makes sense in my head)

-because the hermit pack has no connection to Liam’s pack, I feel like that makes Theo take to them about Liam more easily

-they went to a photo booth and Theo folded it up so only his favorite square photo is showing and put it in his wallet that Liam got him for his birthday or Christmas or something (SCALLISON REFERENCE😫😫)

-Theo’s first week with Liam after the road trip is spent going shopping and furnishing his apartment. Liam gives him a spare mattress they have and they buy curtains and rugs and tables at like ikea or something

-Liam has strawberry sprinkle shampoo (saw this in a fic but I can’t remember!!! Credits to them)

-even though Theo doesn’t live in his truck anymore, he still keeps a pillow or two and a blanket for when him and Liam- A) go to idaho/on more roadtrips or B) if they just sit at the edge of the preserve in the bed of the truck

-Liam’s nightmares are about his dad and not being able to save the people he loves

-ok I don’t want this to be like that slideshow that people made fun of on TikTok about like zootopia headcsnons or something and the first slide was wholesome and the second slide was like “oh he wants to kill himself”, BUTTTT in my head Liam was abused BAD by his dad when he was younger (like 6-14… or is that not realistic IDKKK)

Which is one of the main reasons he is so ashamed of his IED because his dad had it and would yk like hurt him and Jenna

So if it’s ever brought up Liam will like act like it was nothing because idk in my head he’s such like a bubbly person who had something SO traumatic to him so I just think he wouldn’t switch to depressed so quickly, and instead try to keep up his everything’s fine image

Guys sorry that was sad

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

i'm only halfway through alex rider season 3 but this is like lockwood and co level feet kicking and giggling I'm enjoying myself so much

[starleska]

you do not know the sheer giddy delight i have experienced finally watching Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016), emerging with one whole new blorbo and getting to see one of my oldest have such a glow-up!!!! oh my god!!! i love it!!!! 🙈💖

[smeraldo-heart]

Senator’s Ward AU

Reflecting- Compassion

Cal and Padmé take their very first holophoto, at the start of Cal’s mission to protect the Senator.

Calla Kann-Naberrie makes his first appearance in the galaxy and Senator Padmé Amidala gains a family member.

Minific below, including my headcanon of Naboo culture- “mirroring”, imitating someone else’s appearance to show your admiration and respect for them.

‼️Minific:

“Senator Amidala?” Cal asked hesitantly, focused entirely on his face in the mirror.

“Call me Padmé, Cal.” Senator Amidala- no, Padmé- smiled gently from over where she was pinning up her elaborate hairpieces. “Is anything the matter?”

Cal had similar hairpieces too, ornate twisting ones that they had somehow got in his exact shade of red despite the short time constraints. A handmaiden was helping pin them in for him, having already done his makeup. That was what he was staring at right now, taken aback by the delicate scarlet staining his skin.

“No, Senator- I mean, Padmé,” Cal said, stumbling over the politeness he’d had drilled into him since childhood. Now he had to act like he was related to Padmé, and knew her quite well too. There was a lot to learn, and Cal wasn’t sure if he’d ever been a good liar.

“Just…why these?” Cal asked, gesturing to his face markings. As he jostled the handmaiden doing his hair, he grimaced apologetically, the other woman just shrugging it off cheerily.

“Hmm?” Padmé walked over to Cal and then hummed in realisation as she took in his face.

She was similarly made up, except her skin was completely covered over with white and she didn’t have the red lines over her eyes like Cal did. Padmé had mentioned something earlier about her makeup being reminiscent of when she was Queen, but Cal hadn’t quite been listening over where he was chewing his fingernails in anxiety.

Master Tapal would have been admonishing him for the habit right now, but he wasn’t here.

Cal’s Master still accompanied him, but they could only be Master and Padawan in secret. Their new missions didn’t allow for the openly broadcasted apprenticeship Jedi usually have, Master Tapal given the task of protecting the Senator overtly with a small guard of clones and Cal covertly using his psychometry to prevent any assassinations before they happened. That was why Cal was now currently Calla Kann-Naberrie, not Kestis, the young cousin of Naboo Senator Padmé Amidala.

A Jedi who couldn’t be a Jedi, a Padawan without a braid, a secret in the Senate.

“Ah, your markings.” His new cousin sighed in realisation, beautifully painted lips pursing. “It’s customary in high Naboo culture to have symbols like this on your face.”

“Is there a meaning?” Cal asked, mystified by the red lines and dots panning his face. He didn’t have the white foundation the Senator had, the other having refused to have his impressing array of freckles covered up even for one holophoto.

“Not to the markings themselves necessarily, but to who they relate to.” Padmé pointed to her own face then, painted like a work of art. “It’s Naboo tradition to ‘mirror’ someone you respect in your appearance, to show your admiration for them.”

“That’s why you have the dots on your cheeks and line on your lip, like I do.” The Senator continued, pointing to Cal’s reflection. “The Council thought it best if we showed we were close to eachother in this way, to keep up appearances.”

Cal didn’t answer, still leant close to the mirror in inspection.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to have it.” Padmé frowned in concern at his quietness. “I’m sure we can do something different.”

“You said it means admiration?” Cal checked.

Padmé nodded, waiting patiently for Cal’s decision.

Even though he didn’t know the Senator very well yet, Cal could tell she was a woman worth admiring. He’d only ever heard tales of the once Queen of Naboo, as kind as she was fierce, and as fierce as she was dedicated. One of the Senators who strived most for peace, compassionate even to a child she’d barely just met, and she was to be Cal’s new “family.”

If Padmé wasn’t a person worth “mirroring” for, then who was?

Coming to a decision, Cal beamed at his reflection, the dots and lines pulling up and creasing in happiness.

“I’ll keep it.” Cal grinned. He liked the meaning.

Padmé smiled softly in return and held her hand out, waiting for Cal’s small hand to land in hers before they strode off together. They had a holophoto to take.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

WHOLESOME SONIC & TAILS WEDNESDAY BABYYY!!!

Short fic I whipped up today-- I know it's probably been done before, but I wanted a "Sonic's learning how to care for a toddler + hearing each other talk for the first time + Sonic naming him" all in one and haven't found all that in one fic yet so here we are!!

Looking after a toddler was harder than it sounded.

Especially when said toddler needed to be watched by the fastest thing alive, who was used to racing through everything with absolutely nothing holding him back.

Sonic studied the little two-tailed fox kit at his feet, trying to figure him out. Technically, no one had assigned him to watch this little one, but he'd found the poor thing getting bullied by some jerks. He'd taken care of the bullies, and the next thing he'd known, the little fox was flying after him. Yes, flying, using his twin tails as a helicopter of sorts.

That was all it took for Sonic to feel like the little kit was now his responsibility.

They hadn't actually spoken. Sonic wasn't sure if the fox kit could even talk yet, and he didn't see the use in trying to communicate with him vocally.

It was harder to keep on running when he now had to make sure the kit was safe. He hadn't realized how many needs one had until he needed to think of two mouths to feed, two places to sleep, etc.

It wasn't necessarily hard. It just took some getting used to. Nothing Sonic the Hedgehog couldn't handle!

He looked up and scanned their surroundings. They'd stopped for a break in a small, sparse forest. The fox kit was going back and forth from looking around nervously to gazing up at Sonic with owlish eyes. He stood not even a foot away from the hedgehog, clearly trusting him to protect him from any more danger.

Sonic waved a little to get the kit's attention, then pointed onward to the path they'd been following. The little one nodded vigorously, then spun his tails and hovered into the air. Sonic gave a single, firm nod, then took off down the trail.

As they sped along the way (the kit was able to keep up fairly easily, it was cool how flight seemed to automatically enhance speed), Sonic snuck a tiny glance back at his tiny friend. The fluffy little fox continued flying, unaware of Sonic's curious gaze.

Sonic still didn't know his name. Sure, he'd only been taking care of him for a week or so, but he learned the names of most folks he met the same day he met them. Granted, most folks he met weren't neglected orphan (?) toddlers.

Sonic had all but decided to adopt him at this point, despite not having known him for long. So would that leave the naming process up to him?

He smiled a little to himself as he continued running. Sounded good.

The thing was, though, he hadn't actually ever named someone before. Heck, he wasn't even yet twelve years old himself.

What kind of name would fit the little fox? He was small, still had all his baby-fluff, was a brownish-gold color, had big, bright, sky-blue eyes, with white fur across his stomach and muzzle (and obviously the tips of his twin tails).

An idea of a name, or nickname, was just on the tip of his tongue when suddenly the sound of robots, a lot of them, creaked up ahead over the hill. It was followed by maniacal laughter, and Sonic skidded to a halt and rolled his eyes with a scoff. He'd know that laugh anywhere by now.

Excited by the idea of a fight, Sonic was just revving up to spindash over the hill into the battle, but a squeak of fear suddenly made his heart lurch, and he almost fell over himself trying to stop.

The fox kit.

He was a literal toddler. He seemed about three years old, nowhere near old enough to fight or defend himself. Sonic couldn't just expect him to follow him into the battle and manage to avoid all the lasers and claws and spikes. He would get hurt too easily.

But . . . Sonic never ran from a fight.

He crossed his arms and frowned in frustration at the grassy ground, tapping his foot impatiently as he tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to fight, he had to fight. He didn't know what Eggman was up to. For all he knew, the crazed scientist was planning something big and dangerous, and might carry it to fruition if Sonic didn't stop him now.

But he also had to keep the fox kit safe.

An idea hit him, and before he'd given himself the chance to think it through, he spun around, scooped up the little fox into his arms, and took off back into the forest-- just not quite at his normal speed so the sonic boom wouldn't give him away to Eggman.

As soon as Sonic had found a safe-looking hiding place-- a hollowed-out nook beneath some tree roots-- he knelt down and gently tucked the fox kit into the little space. Just for extra security, he scooped up some big chunks of moss and tucked it around his friend's body. He held up his hands in a "stay" gesture, but a part of him worried that the little one wouldn't understand fully what was going on.

"Stay here," he said aloud, trying to look both gentle and stern, and the kit's eyes grew wide. "I'm just going to fight off the scary robots. I'll come back for you."

He waited till he got a nod from the fox kit, whose mouth was agape and eyes were still huge. The moment he'd gotten the acknowledgement, he spun around and blasted back towards where he'd seen Eggman and his robots.

The fight was quick and easy, routine at this point for him. Eggman yelled insults at him, he smashed through the bots, waited for the mad scientist to fly away in his orb-like flying thing (all the while shouting more threats at him) but for once Sonic skipped the stupid taunts and banter from his own end. He needed to get back to the fox kit.

When he skidded to a halt back at the hollow, his shoulders slumped in relief to see that his tiny friend had obeyed and was still huddled in the space. He was also still gaping at him in amazement.

Sonic grinned and flashed him a thumbs-up, then his own jaw went slack when the kit exclaimed happily, "You talk!" in the sweetest little toddler voice he'd ever heard.

"You talk?!" he exclaimed back, holding out his arms in excitement. "Buddy! Why didn't you say something before?!"

"You were quiet," the kit pointed out, his voice and words choppy and hesitant, making it evident that while he could talk, it was just barely. "I ph'ot I should be quiet too."

"Buddy," Sonic chuckled. "I just thought ya couldn't talk yet. That's all."

"'Course I can talk!" the fox chirped, sounding both indignant and proud.

Sonic snickered. "'Course you can talk," he echoed back teasingly. "Well then, what's your name, kid?"

The kit made a face. "Promise not to tell anyone?" He glanced around a few times before he added, still looking sour, "It's Miles."

Sonic tilted his head. "Miles? You don't look like a Miles to me."

The fox kit's annoyance at the sound of his own name was almost startling, he clearly didn't like it at all. The idea of not liking one's own name wasn't rare, but it seemed odd for a fox as young as this one to feel such a way.

But that meant Sonic could still name him. He grinned and winked at his new little pal, remembering the name he'd been thinking of earlier. "Okay. I'll call you Tails."

Barely a second after hearing his new name, the fox kit-- Tails-- lit up like it was the most exciting thing he'd experienced. Maybe it was.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" he exclaimed happily, jumping out of the hollow to fly around in a circle. "Tails! I'm Tails!"

And Sonic merely smiled. It seemed like he had a new baby brother.

(thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! This will be posted on Wattpad soon - my user is Chaton15 there - and this has made me want to write a ton more so I'll just post it as the first of a bunch of Sonic one-shots. 🤩)

[lemon-wedges]

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[khaotunq]

a thing about me is you can count on me stanning off jumpol

[lamonnaie]

thanks for the tag @dramalets :) 🫶🫶

Rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

ngl this was surprisingly hard, i can do top 5 but after that there's plenty of shows that i've enjoyed and i couldn't rlly narrow it down 😅

tagging @xinhua-jun @winnysatang @distant-screaming @cornflowershade @quodekash @spicypussywave @katerinaptrv @dimplesandfierceeyes @blackstar-gazer and anyone else who wants to do it !!! (no pressure :))

[messvoid]

No te pierdas, carnal.

[theblackqueen-ofmyheart]

The worst part of using the names of people you know for your characters is if you have a falling out with one of them and now you can’t change the character’s name because it’s theirs now. And you can’t change their personality because that just doesn’t work for the story. Pain in the ass.

[fingertipsmp3]

Divinity can be found in the handwritten letter

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[kirishwima]

theres one senior doc who always calls me 'my girl' and 'my girlie' (before u freak out its a term of endearment in my native language) and if anyone else said it id cut their heads off but hes so sweet about it he gets a pass 😭